i am that very witch

Me and my two boyfriends, who are also boyfriends.

Hello there!

I’m Nowi, a beginner witch and a huge nerd.

I speak Spanish, English and French. So feel free to talk to me in any of these languages— my French is pretty shitty, but I can still manage to communicate.

I’m always open to chat, whether it’s about One Piece, witchy stuff, mythology, cinema, music or anything else.

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Currently, I’m obsessed with One Piece, so that’s what I’ll mainly be writing about here.

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Synopsis: The consequences of a laundry mishap lead to an unexpected search for a phone number.

Pairing: Vista x Fem!Reader

Content Warnings: Adult themes, mentions of the porn industry, and rockstar culture.

Author’s Note: Sorry for being so fucking late and for not feeding you any smut. I’ll try to get the next chapter out as soon as possible 😭

Mandatory @bouquet-bride tag <3

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In a scale of one to ten… how fucking stupid could you be?

Ten.

No need for confirmation.

You were sitting next to your friends as the lecturer droned on through the first class of the year. As much as you wanted to be a good student and pay attention, it felt impossible when the weight of your own stupidity was crushing you, making you sulk like a naughty child who’d just realized Santa skipped their house entirely.

The washing machine.

Even thinking about that damn thing made you flinch with regret.

Who in their right mind forgets two very important pieces of paper in their pocket before doing laundry?

You, apparently. That’s who.

What kind of self-induced amnesia had you caught?

You could’ve sworn you’d emptied your pockets the second you got back to your dorm.

You remembered doing it, right?

Turns out that was just your exhausted, fucked-up brain gaslighting you into epic failure.

When you finally checked your room later, you realized the “papers” you thought you’d saved weren’t their numbers at all— they were just your old bus tickets.

Things just never worked out for you.

You were clearly destined to be punished by some cruel cosmic force, doomed to eternal unhappiness.

There wasn’t much you could do about it, even after sprinting back to the laundry room in a panic.

It was paper. It was soaked.

What did you expect? A miracle?

Ever since, you’d been moping and sulking hard. Your friends noticed— of course they did. At this point, you were making it everyone’s problem. They were curious anyway; they hadn’t heard a peep from you over the entire holidays. They knew about Luffy, knew you’d spent Christmas with his family, but they had no details.

All day, they’d been chattering about their own breaks while you just listened. No way in hell were you dropping your absolutely feverish, dreamlike holiday saga in the middle of class.

So your friends grew impatient, convinced you were deliberately being mysterious.

You weren’t trying to be mysterious. Right now, you felt like you were single-handedly holding back an entire dam with nothing but a flimsy stick.

After enough prodding, you told them to grab lunch first, because they’d definitely need to be sitting down to digest this.

It’s fair to say the hype lived up to expectations. In fact, they were beyond impressed— they were straight-up shocked as you spilled the juiciest details. Then you got to the part where Ace and Thatch showed up, and your friends started screaming like rabid fangirls. People at nearby tables shot you dirty looks.

By that point, you wanted the floor to swallow you whole.

There was no way you were finishing the story.

But your mouth had other plans. It kept going, word after word, like you had zero control. Watching your friends’ expressions evolve was like witnessing a slow-motion car crash.

And then Vista’s name dropped.

Out of the three women staring at you, only one recognized it immediately. Her eyes went comically wide.

“It can’t be…” Adassa muttered. “I mean, it’s not a common name, but it can’t be…”

“What do you mean?” Selene asked, arms crossed.

“He’s a pornstar…” Adassa finished, watching your face carefully.

“Surpriiise.”

God, you were hilarious. Someone needed to tape your mouth shut.

“I beg your finest pardon,” Cora said.

“But it doesn’t end there,” you continued.

“Of course it doesn’t,” Selene deadpanned. “Now what? You’re gonna tell us you lived out your own personal porno?” She caught the shift— the blush creeping up your cheeks, the flicker of shame in your eyes. “YOU HAVE TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME.”

Once again, the entire restaurant turned to stare as your friends lost all volume control. Given the topic now on the table, keeping it down wasn’t really an option.

“All this, while under the same roof as Thatch and Ace— as in Infernal Wake’s Thatch and Ace? I think I need a minute,” Cora said, fanning herself.

“How did any of this even happen!?” Adassa demanded.

“I don’t know!” you wailed, matching their panic. “I walked into that house completely blind. Luffy didn’t say a damn thing about his rockstar brother or his insane family. I barely survived it, and now I’ve lost their numbers and I want to die…”

You buried your face in your hands and groaned loudly.

“Hold on— numbers, plural?” Selene latched on. “As in, you didn’t just hook up with the pornstar…”

“No, I only… had sex with Vista.” The last part came out a whisper. “But Thatch gave me his number too.”

“Okay…” Their brief calm shattered instantly. “THEN WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LOST THEM!?”

“I DON’T KNOW, I’M AN IDIOT. THE JACKET WENT THROUGH THE WASHING MACHINE WITH THEM STILL IN THE POCKET,” you lamented.

“And you can’t just ask Luffy to get them back?” Selene pressed.

“Maybe Thatch’s, but definitely not Vista’s,” you said.

“Then ask for Thatch’s at least,” Adassa urged.

You shook your head. “That’s so embarrassing.”

“Girl, you haven’t gotten laid since… well, basically since you got here,” Cora cut in. “Don’t waste this once-in-a-lifetime shot. In a few months you’re heading back home anyway.”

Oh. Right.

This wasn’t your real home.

“Yeah, I don’t know,” you mumbled.

“Somebody grab me before I slap some sense into her,” Selene growled.

A month went by, and you never asked Luffy for Thatch’s phone number.

You tried not to think about what Vista and Thatch might be thinking of you right now.

However, no matter how hard you tried, the thought would slip right past your defenses: “They gave you their numbers, and you chose not to call. They must think you’re a bitch.” This tormented you at least ten times a day, especially before going to sleep, when your mind could only replay your bad choices and most embarrassing moments on an endless loop.

By mid-February, Luffy came bouncing up to you one day, blabbing about how Ace had told him that Infernal Wake was going to start touring in a couple of months. The first show was in a nearby city, and since Ace had invited “Luffy and his friends” that meant you were coming too.

You didn’t really know Luffy’s friends that well—you’d never spoken to any of them—but when you started getting together to plan the trip for the concert, you quickly realized why that bunch of very different yet somehow similar people were such a tight group.

This trip could be your golden opportunity to talk to Thatch again and explain yourself— if he even wanted to hear it after the not-calling-him thing or if he even remembered you. Maybe he was petty like that, though the person you’d met at Christmas didn’t exactly strike you as the bitchy rockstar type. But you never know.

With the Thatch situation tentatively sorted, you were left with the Vista problem, which was ten times harder to figure out.

“Are you seriously going to keep moping?” Selene asked. “You know there are a hundred guys out there. I mean, it wouldn’t be the same, but that’s only because what you found was top-tier dick.”

Those lovely words were spoken right in the middle of the dairy section at six in the evening on a random Thursday— truly a classy move that made the granny analyzing a yogurt label give you both a sharp side-eye.

“Selene!” you hissed.

“What?” Selene shrugged. “It’s true.”

This only made you whine like a loser, folding forward over the handle of the cart you were pushing.

“Have you tried telling Luffy?” Selene asked.

“Not really, but he invited me to his brother’s concert.”

Selene hummed. “I guess that solves one of your problems.”

“I don’t know what to do about Vista, though.”

“Ah, yeah, the mourning of the pornstar dick. Classic,” Selene said. “Didn’t you say he owned a company or something? You could rent one of his movies… Maybe the company’s number is on the VHS case. You call, you ask for him. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.”

You stopped dead in your tracks. “Wait, that’s actually genius. You’re a genius.”

“I suppose our next stop is the video store,” she said.

“Yeah, but I don’t think we need to rent it, just check the back of the case for the phone number,” you said.

“Aren’t you a little curious about what his movies are like?” she asked, then remembered something. “Right, you aren’t. You lived the whole thing.”

And you wanted to die of embarrassment.

“Since we’re there anyway, we might as well rent it and watch it,” Selene said.

“Where? In the common room?” you asked, dripping sarcasm.

“No, Milo from audiovisual has a TV.”

“Why would we involve Milo from audiovisual in this?”

“He won’t mind.”

“He’ll think we’re freaks!” you protested.

“I think there’s no one on campus freakier than him, I can assure you. He won’t mind, he’s a total weirdo…” Selene trailed off, and you caught the sudden glint in her eyes, the faint flush of embarrassment.

“And you like him,” you finished for her. “I’m not going to watch a porno with you two if it means you’re just going to hook up.”

“You could always kiss the TV,” she teased.

“Ha, ha, very funny.”

You went to the video store afterward. You had to admit, you felt a little awkward venturing into the adult section— especially with all those men back there giving you nasty looks. Selene, in another classy move and a brilliant display of her free will, barked at them, and they quickly minded their own business.

“Alright, let’s go find your honey-boo,” she said.

You wanted to fire back something snarky about how she should never use that word again, but honestly, you were just feeling shy.

Vista had his own fucking section.

You hadn’t realized he’d filmed this many movies— how the hell had he managed that?

“Damn, he’s famous famous. I’m surprised I didn’t know him… though Adassa did… huh.”

“Which one should we pick?” you asked.

“This one looks cool… Caveman style. Nice.” Selene shoved a film right in your face. “Maybe this one… Ohhh, look, he’s kneeling. So pathetic. I’m taking this one for myself.”

You were flabbergasted, but yeah, okay. “Selene, I only need the company number on the back…”

“Yeah, but that’s boring. Don’t you want to see what your man does for a living?”

You were speechless.

However, you were a little curious.

“What about that one?” Selene pointed at a VHS. “Didn’t you like reading those fantasy books about gay men in the mountains?”

“Lord of the Rings?”

“Yeah, that one!” Selene said. “Look, this one’s like medieval fantasy. Okay, we’ll take these three.”

There was no arguing with her.

The same chaos unfolded with Milo when Selene banged on his door. He opened it with a confused look on his face.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Milo asked.

“Move, we’re coming in.” Selene basically pushed him aside and strode in like she owned the place. You gave Milo an awkward hi and followed right behind her.

“Selene, what the fuck?” He turned around. “Out!”

“Don’t be a dick. I even brought you one of those Wano movies, you disgusting pervert.” Selene tossed the VHS onto his bed.

Milo sighed, clearly exasperated. “Fine, whatever. What do you want?”

“Your TV,” Selene said.

“For what?” he asked.

“To watch porn, obviously,” Selene replied.

Now Milo looked intrigued, but Selene shut that down fast. “Don’t get some twisted fantasy in your head, weirdo— this isn’t ending in a threesome. Now get the TV out.”

Milo rolled his eyes, closed the door, and walked over to pull the TV from his closet, where it was hidden next to piles of what looked like some very questionable movies.

“What are you going to watch anyway?” Milo asked.

“These.” Selene handed him the VHS tapes.

Milo snorted. “You want to watch this shit?”

“Yeah, you got a problem with that?” Selene shot back.

You stood there awkwardly as they argued— were you… a child of divorce?

“Yeah, this dude? C’mon,” Milo said.

“What? Are you jealous that one of his legs is like two of yours?” Selene teased. “Or maybe the insecurity’s coming from somewhere else?”

Should you just leave and come back when they’re done?

“Stop being a cunt, alright? The TV’s mine. No TV, no weird-ass porn watching.” Milo’s threats were clearly empty— Selene could probably kick him out of his own room if she wanted.

“I mean… we could watch it somewhere else,” you intervened.

They both seemed to have forgotten you were even there.

What a weird way for them to flirt.

“Nah, it’s alright.” Milo cooled down a bit when talking to you.

“Glad to see you came to your senses,” Selene said, plopping down on his bed and patting the spot next to her so you’d join.

The room reeked of stale weed and unwashed guy in a way that made your nose wrinkle. Still, Milo's sheets were unexpectedly soft, carrying that clean detergent scent that almost made up for the rest.

Milo sauntered back from shoving the VHS into the player, then flung himself onto the bed— the mattress dipped and bounced you and Selene a bit, the old wooden frame creaking like it might give up any second.

Credits rolled, then the title splashed across the screen: “A Princess Tale”

Selene passed you the blunt soon after, and you pulled a few deep drags, hoping the smoke would loosen that tight knot in your stomach.

You got hooked quickly.

Not just you— Milo was locked in, eyes narrowed at the storyline. He even shushed Selene once when she tossed out a comment, which earned him a quick smack on the arm.

For a guy who prided himself on hating everything mainstream, Milo giving this porno his stamp of approval felt like a miracle.

Vista was magnetic, charismatic as hell— you almost forgot you were watching filth because his acting, and the actress’s, felt so damn real. The costumes were solid too, especially for the obvious low budget. In addition, the sets were incredibly well done. The movie was probably shot in some crumbling real castle, because the stone walls, the torchlight, and the whole atmosphere screamed authentic.

The three of you were already murmuring about how surprisingly decent the production was when the first full sex scene hit, and all of you let out an audible gasp.

It was raw, filthy, and intense.

You felt a wave of something you couldn’t name wash over you— a growing heat in your lower belly that made you press your thighs together.

This was the kind of fucking that looked like genuine hunger, like they couldn’t get enough of each other. Vista was relentless, a wild beast unleashed. Yet he never lost his manners; at the end of the day, he was a knight rescuing a princess.

You couldn’t help but feel a pinch of jealousy— it should be you.

You’d lost count of the nights you’d spent sleepless, tossing and turning, drenched in sweat and regret as you tried to imitate the sensations you’d experienced with Vista. It was pointless; you never could quite get there. You always got tired or missed the exact spot you needed to touch to reach your goal.

Instead of a satisfying orgasm, you were met with frustration every single time.

And now, watching Vista do his job—thrusting hard, grunting low, making the actress cry out—you couldn’t help but remember the night you’d spent with him.

“Is he actually that good?” Selene’s voice cut through your spiral.

You glanced at her, nodded slowly, heat creeping up your neck that even the weed couldn’t blunt.

“Holy fuck, is that even possible?” he whispered, eyes wide.

“Didn’t you swear these movies were garbage?” Selene teased him.

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, waving her off, gaze locked on the screen.

You needed to cool off, or at least think of something else— though it was pretty damn hard with Vista’s sounds filling the background. You snatched up the VHS case, scanning the back until you spotted it: a tiny phone number printed beside the company logo.

“I’ll be right back,” you said, standing. “And please, for the love of god, be clothed when I return.”

“What kind of animals do you take us for?” Selene scoffed.

The kind who'd be fucking on that bed right now if you weren't cockblocking them.

You slipped out and headed downstairs to the common room.

As you walked toward the phone, you couldn't help feeling nervous. Your hands were sweating and your heart was in your throat. As much as you wanted to stay cool about the whole situation, you just couldn't. The lingering echoes of what you'd felt in Milo’s room still haunted you, compounded by the nerves already eating you alive and the numbing doubt that made you want to crawl into a dark corner and never speak to another man again.

You took a deep breath and glanced at the VHS case to mentally prepare yourself for what you were about to do.

You started dialing.

It was late, maybe no one would even answer.

Your fingers kept moving.

Maybe Vista wouldn't want to hear from you after a month of absolute silence.

The phone began to ring, and you held your breath. Whatever happened next, you hoped it wouldn't turn into a terrible mess.

Just when you'd decided it would ring out, a voice answered on the other end.

“Rose Fantasies SL, how can I help you?”

“Hi…” You hurried the words out. “I was wondering if I could speak to Vista?”

“You’re speaking to him.”

“So, uh, I lost your phone number…” Smooth. Real smooth. He probably had a dozen girls on rotation, that told him exactly nothing about who you were.

“Oh, it’s you,” he said, voice warming instantly. “I was starting to think my brother stole you away.”

“Oh no, I lost his number too,” you admitted.

Vista chuckled. “I see. So how’d you track me down?”

“I’d rather not reveal my sources.”

“You watched one of my movies,” he said, amusement clear.

“No, I didn’t.”

Liar, and a terrible one.

“Which one?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You tried for innocent, it landed somewhere closer to desperate.

“Don’t worry, I’ll pry it out of you eventually.”

Your face burned. The weight of his words felt ten times heavier, considering you were standing in the middle of the common room— a couple of guys playing cards at the table and girls glued to a movie on the TV.

“So, I… I was just calling to, yeah, let you know I lost your number. That’s it, really.”

He hummed, thoughtful. “Right. I guess that means we should go on a date, then.”

“What!?”

You winced at your own volume, glances flicking your way.

“A date,” he repeated, calm as ever. “I gotta treat you proper before I fuck you again.”

“Right, how silly of me.”

He laughed— genuinely delighted at how easily you unraveled. “This Friday. I’ll come pick you up.”

You floated back upstairs, a different person entirely. Opened the door to that hazy, stinking room and found exactly what you'd feared: Selene and Milo tangled up, lips locked, hands wandering, your plea for decency ignored.

Selene finally broke the kiss, spotted you in the doorway.

“What happened? Did someone answer?”

“Yeah…”

“And?”

You let the pause hang, just for the drama.

“I’ve got a date tomorrow!”

Selene shoved Milo off her like he weighed nothing. She launched herself at you, screaming, jumping, both of you bouncing like giddy fangirls.

“A date with the pornstar?” Milo asked, sitting up, hair messed.

“Yeah.”

“Happy for your pussy, then.” From Milo, that was practically poetry.

“Don’t be a fucking creep!” Selene snapped.

“What? I meant it nicely.”

“What are you gonna wear?” Selene turned back to you, ignoring him completely.

“I don’t know.”

“Okay, let’s go figure it out right now.” She scooped up her stuff in seconds. “Bye, Milo!”

“What about your damn tapes?” he called as you both bolted. “Selene!”

On Friday afternoon, after being unable to concentrate all day, you found yourself in Selene’s flat amid a hurricane of clothes and stress.

While you had been in your room, Selene had selected some outfits she deemed “date with a pornstar” appropriate. However, now that you were trying them on at her place, she didn’t look pleased with the results.

“I think there’s something missing…” she commented.

“You usually rock that dress… but I don’t know, it doesn’t feel like a date kind of look. Where’s he taking you, anyway?” Adassa asked.

“He didn’t specify. He just said, Doll up, love,” you replied, imitating his voice. “That doesn’t really tell me what he has in mind— it could be anything…”

“Well, it’s at night, so that means either a restaurant or the movies,” Cora said.

“Or he could take you dancing,” a man’s voice interrupted. You all turned to see who it was. “He seems like the kind of guy who’d love that corny shit.”

“Since when have you been here, Milo?” Adassa asked.

“I had lunch here,” he answered simply, which prompted Adassa and Cora to exchange a knowing look with Selene. “By the way, those shoes don’t go with that dress. You probably want something longer but with a bit of spice— you know, like that dress you have, Selene.” He said it so casually as he sat in an armchair and lit a cigarette that all the women in the room were stunned. “Not that he’d care what you wear. He probably just wants to take it off…”

He was cut off by a pillow hitting him squarely in the face.

It was too good to be true.

Still, his advice was spot-on, and you headed into Selene’s room to change into the dress Milo had mentioned.

Fortunately, Selene had a very similar body type to yours, so sharing clothes wasn’t unusual.

When you returned to the living room, you ran into Selene’s roommate, who was likely heading out for the weekend. She gave you an appreciative whistle and said, “Damn, girl, you look groovy.” This was followed by a subtle nod of approval from Milo, which felt like winning a contest by earning the pickiest judge’s endorsement.

You were feeling ready.

Vista, the gentleman he was, had followed the directions you'd given him, and now he was ringing the bell— which sent everyone in the living room into a full-blown panic.

Noisy as they were, they all wanted to catch a glimpse of Vista, but you didn't want this embarrassing chaos hitting your date night so early, so you shoved them all into the kitchen to hide.

Foolish to think they'd actually stay put.

You opened the door, and there stood Vista— tall, refined and a small bouquet of flowers in his hand. Flowers you clearly didn't deserve after ghosting him for a whole month since Christmas. He didn't seem to mind, though; no resentment, no awkwardness in those steady eyes.

As for you, you were barely holding it together. You'd forgotten just how overwhelming he was. Taller than you remembered, definitely buffer if that was even possible, smelling like expensive cologne and confidence, impossibly handsome, and already speaking while you hadn't caught a single word.

"Hi," you managed.

He smiled, warm and unruffled. "You look lovely this evening." His gaze shifted past you into the apartment, and you knew exactly what he'd spotted. "Ah, hello there. I'm afraid I'll have to steal your friend away for a while."

Your friends erupted in a chorus of “Oh, it’s alright,” “Have fun,” and “Nice to meet you too.”

Vista’s charm was unavoidable.

Was Milo blushing?

He was lurking in a corner, still smoking and trying to act nonchalant, but he was looking away— and you could notice a faint blush on his cheeks. As a matter of fact, you were probably the least fazed person in the room, which was saying a lot.

"We're leaving now, bye," you blurted, stepping outside and pulling the door shut behind you.

Of course, as noisy as they were, you caught them crowding the windows again— not even pretending to be subtle anymore, heads poked out, whispering and waving like a bunch of gossiping aunties as you walked toward Vista's car. A sleek navy blue Cadillac that screamed money and probably turned heads with envy from every guy on the block.

You were so overwhelmed, juggling your friends' antics and Vista just existing in all his glory, that you didn't even notice he'd opened the door for you until you nearly walked into it. That, plus the knowing, amused look he gave you, made you want to melt into the pavement.

"There's no need to be nervous," he said calmly, voice smooth as ever. "It's just me."

You wanted to deny it, say you were fine, but he'd see right through the lie— your voice would shake, your hands would tremble, or both. The flowers in your grip were probably wilting from the earthquake in your fingers. "I know."

"Long time no see, huh?" He eased into the driver's seat, starting the engine with a low rumble. "I'm pretty much the same since Christmas, no need to worry."

"Ah, right." You let out a shaky laugh. "I forgot you were a Dungeon Master, my bad."

Hiii, I’ve been dead and under a rock. Thanks to @bouquet-bride for tagging me <33

These are probably the driest most forgotten WIPs. Mind you, they’ve been picking up dust since December, and I don’t know if I’ll be publishing them.

I hope I do, because they’re practically finished, but my lazy ass doesn’t want to proofread them.

II. IS IT LOVE? MAN, THIS IS SO CONFUSING (Vista x Fem!Reader)

II. SUN CITY: THE SHERIFF'S NEW WIFE (Thatch x Fem!Reader)

Do I plan on writing anything else? Well that’s a good question 😋 (I don’t know)

Synopsis: You fell first, but Ace fell harder.

Pairing: Butch!Ace x Witch!Reader

Content Warnings: Porn with plot, wlw, Genderbent!Ace, reader has specific traits (gothic clothing, pet bat, witch abilities), Inexperienced!Ace, canon violence, fingering, cunnilingus.

Author’s Note: What English C2 proficiency level does to a mf.

By the way, this is a request from @angelicp0ison — I hope you like it! 💋 (besitos sáficos)

The air carried the rumor that a new girl had fought her way onto the Moby Dick.

You’d only heard the tales that Marco and Thatch came to tell you from time to time. Every story was filled with chaos, but (oddly enough) they were overall charming.

Your siblings painted her as a spicy, untamed kitty, and—you couldn’t lie—you wanted to meet her.

However, you were currently trying to finish writing your grimoire in hopes of publishing it once you reached the next island.

“You should really get some fresh air, you’re starting to look like a sad lettuce.” Thatch was lounging on one of the couches. Chickpea was resting on his pompadour— something Thatch had to learn to love over the past years since he couldn’t stop the bat from doing it every single time he saw him.

“I’m almost done,” you said. “Just give me four more days and I’ll go with your division to explore the next island.”

“Deal,” Thatch said. “Man, you’ve really missed a lot of stuff lately…”

“The new girl?” you asked.

“Yeah.”

“Didn’t she try to set Vista on fire the last time we spoke?”

“You’re really behind on the updates,” Thatch chuckled. “That was like three days ago. Doesn’t birdie tell you about what goes on this ship?”

“He’s above all gossip, as you may know,” you said jokingly.

“I forgot… he has glasses, we will never be as wise as him,” Thatch continued.

“And don’t forget… we’re not doctors. We’ll never achieve such superiority.”

“What are you two talking about, yoi?” Marco asked.

“About how much we love you, bro.” Thatch was quick with the answer, then he leaned toward you like he was sharing a secret. “He’s been a menace lately. I don’t want him to make me scrub the entire deck.”

Marco clearly heard that last part, but he chose to ignore it as he sighed. “Right, yoi.” Then he proceeded to look at you. “Where’s the text I have to proofread?”

You stood up with the stack of papers in your hand. “Thanks for taking the time, Marco.”

“It’s nothing,” he said.

“And, for the record, we do love you… even when you’re annoying,” Thatch said.

You bit your lip to keep from laughing as you watched Thatch dramatically blow kisses in Marco’s direction.

Marco huffed. “You’re the annoying one, yoi.”

“Are you saying the love I feel for my precious brother is annoying?” Thatch pressed.

“What was that thing you said about scrubbing the decks, huh?”

“That’s not fair!”

Marco opened his mouth to fire back with something equally childish—he always did when these two started bickering—when Chickpea suddenly swooped in, landing squarely on Marco’s shoulder.

You could almost see the color drain from Marco’s face as he froze and shivered. “I’m leaving now. Can you... can you take this thing off me?”

Marco was terrified of bats.

Thatch and Chickpea thought it was hilarious and wouldn’t stop teasing him about it.

“Sorry,” you said, gently scooping Chickpea into your hands.

The bat, apparently having chosen sides, stuck his tongue out at Marco.

The look of utter horror on Marco’s face only grew.

“That thing is evil, yoi.”

“He’s not,” you corrected. “You’re going to hurt his feelings, Marco.”

“Yeah, Marco, what a bitch move,” Thatch echoed with a grin.

Marco sighed before stalking off.

“Are you really going to leave without kissing Chickpea goodbye?” Thatch called after him, loud enough to echo down the hallway. “Rude!”

The way you met Ace was rather violent— not because she tried to attack you, but because while she was sparring with Marco, she ended up being kicked to the curb.

You were finally out of your cave for the first time in weeks.

The sound of waves lapping against the hull mixed with the familiar rhythm of the Moby Dick. You were enjoying the warmth of the sun as you stretched out on deck, the fresh, salty air filling your lungs. You were savoring the peaceful moment, until you were violently startled when something—or someone—crashed into you.

The impact was brutal, sending your head slamming against the deck.

What else could you expect when you lived on a ship full of madmen?

“What the hell, Marco!?”

Your ears were still ringing from the shock, but you recognized a woman’s voice. She sounded annoyed, and—now that you noticed—she was sprawled on top of you, huffing indignantly. She clearly hadn’t realized you were underneath her, not until she looked down and saw you pinned beneath her, wearing a pained expression and a weak, awkward smile.

The moment her eyes met yours, her cheeks flushed crimson. Embarrassment instantly overtook her annoyance, and she scrambled upright, yelling, “SHIT, I’M SORRY!”

“It’s okay,” you said, but the tears escaping your eyes said otherwise.

She looked panicked, struggling to find the right words. “Marco… he… he… HE KICKED ME and now you’re… Are you okay!?”

You chuckled, but a sob came out halfway. “Yeah, I’m fine…”

That only made her eyes wider and her panic was unleashed.

As she word-vomited, you finally got a good look at her.

An orange hat, freckles scattered across her face, a tattoo on her toned arm and a bikini top she trusted a little too much…

Could this be the new recruit Thatch and Marco had told you about?

“You must be Ace,” you said. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Before Ace could say anything else, Marco appeared, jogging your way. Underneath his cool demeanor, he was equally as panicked as Ace.

“I’m sorry, yoi,” Marco said. “Did you get hurt?”

“No, not really,” you said, trying to hide the obvious.

“You’re lying.” He just knew you well like that.

So you kept your mouth shut since he was right.

“Let’s get you to the infirmary and see if you didn’t get a concussion, yoi.”

In the meantime, Ace was still straddling you, blushed and flustered as hell. She was trying to be cool about it, but she couldn’t, and it was showing.

“Darling, could you…” you said.

Ace immediately scrambled to get off you, apologizing all the way. And only once she paused, standing next to Marco, did she realize that you had called her darling. She was about to combust, the embarrassment so intense that some of her flames started to lick the skin of her shoulders.

“See you around,” you said before leaving with Marco.

And Ace waved a bit awkwardly as she watched you walk away.

Ace was genuinely puzzled as to why she hadn’t noticed you before. She had been around long enough to have seen pretty much everyone on the ship, whether it was in the mess hall, the gym, the deck or the infirmary. You weren’t just some random person— you stood out among these pirates, and besides, you always seemed to be around the commanders…

Did you even belong to any of the divisions?

Everything surrounding you was strange.

And, for some reason, Ace couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Whether it was curiosity or some sort of magnetic pull, Ace couldn’t figure it out. Thatch had jokingly called it “the witch’s allure” and in a way, Ace could see the resemblance between you and the witches from fantasy tales. You dressed like you were the daughter of the night: long dark dresses with sleeves that resembled bat wings— the only things missing were the black pointy hat and the broom.

All this dark aesthetic only fed into the mystery you represented in Ace’s mind.

After the “almost knocking you out” incident, Ace hadn’t been able to speak directly to you. For starters, you were nowhere to be seen for an entire week. And by the time she spotted you again, it was only in the blink of an eye— one moment you were there, the next you were gone.

It was frustrating.

Ace could strike up a friendship with even the grumpiest, most standoffish person on the ship, but with you it was different. You appeared and vanished like a shadow, lingering on the edges of things, rarely speaking to anyone.

Truth be told, Ace had no idea how to approach you.

For now, all she could do was admire you from a distance— and it was starting to hurt, because she desperately wanted to be your friend too.

Thatch, ever the perceptive older brother, quickly noticed Ace sulking day after day and decided to investigate.

“So,” he said one afternoon, leaning against the railing beside her, “are you going to tell me why you’ve been moping around like someone stole your dinner, or…?”

“It’s nothing,” Ace muttered, crossing her arms defensively.

“Oh, come on, don’t lie to me. You’ve been like this for weeks. Spill it, kid. Tell good ol’ Thatch what’s bothering you.” He paused, then grinned. “Is it love-related?”

“What!? No! I don’t— What!? No…” Ace sputtered, her face heating up. “It’s just… I can’t figure out how to befriend her.”

“Her?” Thatch’s eyes lit up with understanding. “Ah. You mean our little witch.”

Witch?

Maybe that was your nickname.

“Yeah,” Ace admitted, looking away.

Thatch chuckled warmly. “She’s easier to approach than you think. She looks intimidating on the outside, but she’s actually pretty great once you get past that. Just go talk to her.” He leaned in close, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. “Here’s a tip about this ship: if you look hard enough, you can always find the witch’s lair.”

The witch’s lair?

Thatch’s words planted a seed of curiosity in Ace’s mind.

She didn’t quite understand what he meant, and it struck her as strange that he’d called you a witch twice now— but something in her gut told her she simply hadn’t explored the ship thoroughly enough.

So, that night, when everyone was asleep, she wandered through the corridors.

Ace wasn’t one to stay put when curiosity got its hooks into her. Tonight, she headed down to the lower levels, nearly reaching the storage rooms at the bottom when she noticed a strange light coming from a room at the end of the hallway.

Could it be?

The way to the witch’s lair?

Her pulse quickened at the thought that she might have finally figured out what Thatch had meant. Grinning to herself, she broke into a light jog toward the room— only to be met with the darkness of an ordinary storage space. A couple of towels, some shelves, a few chairs… and that was pretty much it.

Had she imagined the light?

Just as Ace was about to turn around and call it a night, a faint glow appeared from behind a shelf in the corner. Her eyes narrowed. With a huff, she walked over and shoved the shelf aside to see what it was hiding.

A hallway.

She glanced to the side, where a window overlooked the sea. Outside, everything was normal— the water gently lapping against the ship, no sign of anything unusual.

No hallway. No hidden room.

“What the hell…?”

Fear wasn’t really Ace’s thing, and confusion definitely wasn’t enough to stop her. She took a steadying breath and stepped forward. The hallway was pitch black, like walking straight into a void, but a faint purple glow along the walls gave her just enough light to orient herself. Her footsteps echoed as she moved, every sense on high alert. Small flames flickered around her knuckles on instinct, just in case something decided to jump her from the shadows.

Nothing did.

Instead, she reached a half-open door. She paused, then leaned in to peek inside and froze.

Inside was the coziest room she had ever seen.

You stood at a table cluttered with glass containers filled with colorful liquids, clearly in the middle of brewing something.

A sweet scent lingered in the air— floral, with a cool, minty undertone.

Ace inhaled before she could stop herself.

…Yeah. That figures, she thought, heat creeping up her neck as the smell reminded her far too vividly of you.

She snapped back to attention when she noticed a pair of golden eyes watching her from the corner. A soft noise followed, just enough to give her away.

“Who’s there?” you asked.

Ace’s stomach dropped. For once, she hesitated, caught between bolting and announcing herself like a normal person.

She chose to bolt.

Naturally, she tripped.

She hit the floor with a thud that echoed far louder than she would’ve liked.

“Damn it.”

Out of all the ways Ace could have made her presence known, this had to be the worst. And it only got more embarrassing when you opened the door fully and found her sprawled on the floor, hat slipping low over her face. She let it stay there, scowling beneath the brim as she pushed herself up on her elbows.

“Oh, Ace, it’s you,” you laughed.

Ace didn’t even dare to move.

In her mind, if she stayed perfectly still, maybe you wouldn’t notice how badly she’d just embarrassed herself.

When she didn’t get up, you crouched beside her and gently lifted her hat, revealing her flushed face. Somehow, her freckles looked even cuter like this.

“Welcome officially to the Whitebeard Pirates, Ace,” you said.

She blinked up at you in confusion before slowly sitting up. “What?”

“Thatch told you about the witch’s lair, didn’t he?”

“Yeah…” Ace replied. “How’d you know?”

“He always does that with the newbies. It’s kind of a tradition now,” you explained. “This room is both the easiest and the hardest to find on the ship, so he turned it into an initiation ritual. If you find it, you’re officially part of the crew. It’s silly, I know.”

“That’s really cool.” Ace’s her eyes lit up with excitement. “So, does that mean you’re a witch?!”

You nodded. “I thought you knew. Everyone does.”

“I thought they were kidding, but it’s true… You’re a witch!” Ace laughed. “Can you do magic and stuff? Wait— is this a magic room?”

“This is a magic room,” you said. “It connects with every important place on the Moby Dick.”

“WOAH, is this where you live?” Ace asked, leaning closer, her excitement completely overriding any sense of personal space.

“Uh… yeah.”

The sudden intensity caught you off guard, and you lost your balance, falling backward and landing on your ass.

“That’s so cool!” Ace kept rambling, but then she paused, as if remembering herself. “Oh, sorry. Am I bothering you? It’s late, I probably shouldn’t be…”

“It’s okay,” you said. “I was about to have some tea. Would you like to join me?”

“Yeah, I’d love to!”

Once you both got up from the floor, Ace finally had the chance to really look around. She seemed mesmerized by things that felt completely ordinary to you. She wandered around the room, peeking at everything: the books on your shelves, the strange ingredients in jars, the flowers drying on a rope in the corner, and countless other oddities.

As you prepared her tea, you noticed she had gone quiet, staring intently at one shadowy corner of the room.

You immediately knew what was about to happen.

However, to your surprise, Chickpea didn’t pull his usual stunt of jumpscaring the newbie into running away. Instead, he swooped down, latched onto Ace’s hat, and dangled upside down right in front of her face.

Ace blinked, confused. Then she turned toward you, eyes wide with awe, pointing at Chickpea.

“YOU HAVE A PET BAT?!”

Ace immediately became a very present figure in your life.

She was difficult not to see, even if you spent most of your days hiding in your room writing. She always managed to find her way back to you.

Every time you went to the mess hall, she was there, hanging her arm around your shoulders. Other times, you two would run into each other in the most unexpected places— on a snack run at midnight, scrubbing the deck after pissing off Marco, even coming into your room through a door you didn’t even know existed.

She was everywhere, and she was starting to get into you.

You weren’t immune to her beauty nor her charisma— you had to admit it. You’d been interested from the very first moment. But now it was unbearable.

And then you started to notice the signs.

The strange coincidences that always meant trouble.

The clock hands aligned at odd moments. A spider would suddenly drop from the ceiling and dangle right in front of your face. Certain words and phrases kept repeating around you.

And then the dream happened.

It was a cold night, yet you woke up sweaty and panting.

Your body burned with an unfamiliar heat that rushed from the soles of your feet to the very last strand of your hair. It was electrifying, overwhelming, and it was driving you insane. You could still taste the dream, the sensation clinging to your skin like a phantom touch.

A helpless whimper escaped you as you pressed your thighs together, desperately seeking relief.

Ace’s hands…

All over your body. Warm, steady, and rough.

She maneuvered you exactly where she wanted you, with effortless control.

Another pathetic moan slipped from your lips as you squirmed against the sheets.

Stop it.

This isn’t like you.

Yet your hand still trailed down your abdomen until it reached your dripping pussy. Your fingers hovered just above your clit, but you were already aching to touch yourself.

Ace’s lips —so soft— kissing you. Your neck. Your breasts. Your lower belly… and lower.

Your fingers began rubbing slow circles over your swollen clit.

The way she looked at you in the dream— those sweet eyes now half-lidded and heavy with desire.

She was relentless, insatiable. She devoured you like it was her last meal, never once coming up for air, completely lost in you. It didn’t matter if it took minutes, hours, or days. She was determined to make you come undone on her tongue. Once. Twice. As many times as she could pull from your trembling body.

In the dream, Ace slid two fingers inside you. You did the same now, desperately trying to recreate that earth-shattering feeling. Every fiber of your being fought to make it feel the same, but it wasn’t enough. Frustration built rapidly. Your other hand gripped the sheets tightly as you shifted restlessly, buried your face in the pillow, and pumped your fingers faster.

You were so close.

Closer than ever.

Your vision began to blur—

And then…

Nothing.

Your body seemed to flip an internal switch, cutting off the orgasm right at the edge. You were left stranded halfway there, throbbing, desperate, and utterly devastated.

“Long time no see.”

You smiled shyly. “Hi, Vista,” you said, giving a slightly awkward wave now that almost all the commanders were looking in your direction.

Ace, who had been far too focused on devouring her meal like a wild beast, finally looked up to see what the commotion was about. Her brain short-circuited when she saw you standing there. She opened her mouth to call out to you, forgetting she still had food in it, and Marco had to pat her back until she recovered.

Embarrassment already tinted her cheeks, but Ace wasn’t about to let it get to her.

“Oi,” she called, her voice a bit hoarse. “Come sit with us!”

The moment you realized Ace was there, something washed over you.

The smile you’d worn while chatting with Vista and Jozu vanished instantly.

How could you even look her in the eyes after last night’s dream?

It felt dreadful —embarrassing— as if everyone at the table could see right through you.

“You have to try this!” Ace said, pointing to her plate. “It’s soooo good.”

“Oh, it’s okay. I’ll go get a plate, that’s your food.”

“Nah, it’s fine. You can eat from my plate,” Ace chirped.

That felt oddly intimate— the last thing you needed right now.

Apparently, everyone else at the table was just as surprised as you were, because the conversation paused. Briefly. Then it picked right back up, as if they hadn’t heard Ace’s words at all.

Ace, who never shared her food…

“Come on, you’re gonna like it.”

She was so insistent—all pretty eyes and freckles—that you ended up sitting across from her. Ace immediately flashed you a bright smile as she pushed the plate toward you, eager to see your reaction as you took a bite.

Your heart felt like it might explode. Her gaze was excruciating, and it only made your embarrassment from before resurface.

“Isn’t it good!?” Ace’s smile widened.

Suddenly, the cat got your tongue, and you couldn’t speak, so you just nodded.

“Children, children… You warm my heart with your praises.” Thatch plopped into the chair beside you, setting down a plate full of fruit. “Here, have some. I picked these up on the last island. Lovely taste.”

“Cool!” Ace exclaimed, snatching one from the plate.

She sank her teeth on the plump fruit and your throat went dry.

The fruit was a particularly juicy one. The kind that makes a mess. Everywhere.

Your eyes were now fixated on her, pupils fully blown out.

At this point, you couldn't lie to yourself. You wanted this. You wanted her now. There was a fire deep inside you, and no matter how hard you tried to extinguish it, it resurfaced ten times stronger. It was driving you insane. The dream you had last night was just a cautionary tale, the crescendo to a devastating catastrophe that was just unfolding before your very eyes.

You were feeling hazy, fighting your every instinct to just act normal. To remember that you were in the mess hall, surrounded by pretty much everyone on the ship…

But then, Ace took another bite. The juices dripped down her mouth, to her delicate neck and…

You had to bite your lip, looking down at the plate, trying to pretend that you were busy eating. The other people around the table didn’t seem to notice what Ace was doing to you, nor did Ace.

You tried to breathe, but it felt a bit restrained.

Ace’s boobs were now covered in some sticky juice, and you were aching to lick her clean. The mere thought made you shiver. Being all cozied up, face buried between those massive, soft, and lovely boobs, cleaning her up with your tongue. Trailing upwards until your lips meet, the sweet, tangy aftertaste melting as your lips merged together into a sensual make out session. Dragging each second, never wanting it to end.

“Damn, this thing is messy as hell,” Ace commented.

Your cheeks turned crimson at the realization.

You were in the mess hall.

Surrounded by the entire crew.

Shit.

“I gotta go, I don’t feel well,” you mumbled as you stood up.

Everyone must have been astonished by your sudden outburst. You heard Thatch ask something, but it didn’t reach your ears. Meanwhile, Ace blinked, perplexed, still with a mouthful of the fruit she was chewing. She tried to speak up, almost choking on her own words.

Once you managed to escape the mess hall, you stopped by the railing to catch your breath. Your fingers dug into the wood, as if that would offer you some kind of solace. The whole thing was too much. You felt claustrophobic, your heart beating so fast and hard you thought it would explode inside your chest.

Yet you wouldn’t face the truth.

Those very obvious feelings pointed to a very obvious reality— a reality you thought you could make disappear just by never speaking about it.

And the denial continued.

Three painful months went by.

A game of cat and mouse.

You barely left your room, using the poor excuse that you were writing another book. Ace tried reaching out, coming to your room. Every time it happened, you either disappeared through another door or blocked the entrance before she could even step inside. You always made it look like a coincidence, like a strange trick of the universe. But Ace wasn’t dumb.

One month of not being able to reach you was fine. Two was strange. Three was outright outrageous.

She was now sparring with Thatch, and today she felt incredibly angry.

It had finally clicked that you were actively ignoring her.

Why?

She had no idea.

However, she was hurt. Still, she didn’t want to seem like a weakling, so she pushed those feelings aside and replaced them with rage— a rage that burned deep in her core and made flames flicker across her skin.

It was obvious to Thatch that she wasn’t alright. She was fighting like she actually wanted to demolish her opponent, so he put an end to it. Thatch smoothly managed to immobilize her, to which Ace thrashed and huffed.

“Hey! Knock it off,” Thatch said.

Ace stopped, but the flames still lingered on her body.

“Listen, I don’t know what’s going on with you today, but if you want to talk…” Thatch offered.

“I don’t. I’m fine,” she replied. Still the same bad habit of hers.

Thatch sighed. “Alright then. Take the rest of the day to cool down, and you better be done with that attitude by dinner or I’ll leave you a very small, very cold portion.”

Thatch’s words only pissed Ace off even more. She huffed and stood up, stomping out of sight.

Ace wandered around the ship, driven by her numbing rage. Her mind was on autopilot. She didn’t even think twice before she unconsciously started searching for a way into your room.

If you wanted to avoid her, fine. But at least you should have the decency to be straightforward and tell her to her face that you didn’t want anything to do with her anymore.

She opened every door she saw, until one led to the usual corridor. She sneaked inside, the darkness couldn't reach her because she was boiling to the point of starting a whole fire all over her body. She noticed the light coming from the end of the corridor, she blinked and the light was no longer there. Instances like this had happened to her multiple times. She used to think that the doors to your room had a mind of their own, and that they closed down just because. But now she knew better. Ace didn’t care for no doors, she would make one of her own if she had to. You weren’t going to get away with this one.

She bolted to the end of the corridor and blasted her fist right where she had seen the door. She didn’t even know if it would work out, she hadn’t thought much of it. And to her surprise, it did work. When she looked up there you were, leaning against your crafting table with a hand over your chest and eyes wide open. Ace felt a pinch in her heart at the idea of having scared you, but she quickly reminded herself why she had made this mess in the first place.

“Ace” Your voice quivered. “W… Wha… Why?”

Ace stepped inside the room, the splintered wood cracked under the wood, and she walked up right in front of you. You didn’t even have time to walk away, you hadn’t even been able to process it, but once you did you felt like a cornered bunny. Ace was still on fire, you could feel the heat warming your skin. She was towering you, staring with a deep frown that made your heart drop to your stomach.

“Why are you avoiding me?” She asked, straight forward.

“I’m not…”

“Cut the crap.”

You’ve never heard her so serious, so angry. It made you flinch slightly, as the fire got more and more intense.

“You’ve been avoiding me for three fucking months.” She seethed, leaning forward. “Why?”

There was silence from you. You couldn't bring yourself to utter the words. They were at the tip of your tongue, yet you couldn't. Ace’s presence was driving you insane, the proximity quite literally burned your skin. Her expression seemed to shift, the frown faltered for a second — disappointment, it was plastered all across her face. The twitch of her lips, the sudden sadness of her eyes, the way her eyebrows softened. The fire was still there. Closer than ever. But it didn’t burn with rage or passion, it felt like the remaining ashes of a long forgotten letter. She did too have unspoken words. Words that were bigger to her, that were weighting her down to meet your eyes and face the truth. In that brief moment of vulnerability, when both your gazes locked, it was a done deal. You leaned forward, your hands craved her body, even if you got scorched by her skin. Either way. You would burn a thousand times if that meant that you got to melt with her.

Ace didn’t expect the following to happen. Your lips on top of hers, a kiss as soft as a feather.

Her fire died out as she took a step back, putting some distance between you two.

She was speechless. And, as the emotions sunk in, she could only stare at you in disbelief, opening and closing her mouth like a fish out of the water.

“I’m sorry” You finally said.

“I… You…” Ace struggled to come up with an answer. “Your hands.”

You looked down to your hands and now you felt the stingy pain of the burnt skin, but you kept a straight face. The sensation was consuming you. The pain felt exhilarating, and right now you could only think of the deep hunger you’ve been trying to hold back for months. You bit your lip, staring at the reddened palms and you squeezed your hands into a fist, just to ample that sweet torture.

Ace walked up to you and grabbed your wrists to stop you. “What are you doing!? You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

“This pain doesn’t equal the one I’ve felt yearning for you.”

Those words felt like a slap to Ace’s face. “You like me?”

Your eyes were fixated on hers, a bit watery due to the pain, but certain. “I do.”

“So you like-like me…” Ace tasted the words on her tongue as she pronounced them. It was oddly sweet, just as it had felt to kiss you a few minutes ago. And she oh so selfishly wanted to feel more of that sensation.

Without giving it much thought, she dived back to submerge herself in the fulness of your lips. She was a bit clumsy at first. All passion and no technique. But it was enough, it was sincere and it was driving you insane. You slung your arms over Ace’s shoulder, locking behind her neck just to kiss her even deeper. Meanwhile, she had pushed you against the table, her hands were roaming your waist until she grabbed you and sat you on the table, the sudden motion made some of the stuff that were on the table tumble and fall. You two didn’t care. Ace pressed herself closer to you, her fingers digging on your skin, almost hard enough to leave a mark.

“I need you closer.” She whispered against your lips.

You let out a strained moan against her lips, feeling how your panties just got wetter just by hearing those words.

Without uttering a word, you casted a spell to restore all the damage done to the room. All the wood started moving, which made Ace turn around to look at it while the wall restored itself in a matter of seconds. Then came the glass vessels that had fallen down, and now, you showed her your hands right before her face. They had healed.

“How?”

“Magic, baby.” You said, a bit playful.

Now that your hands were healed you pushed Ace with two fingers right in between her breasts. Your eyes followed your fingers, you bit your lip, closed your legs and squeezed slightly at the sight of those beautiful tits. Ace wasn’t ready for what you had stored for her. And you knew it right away when you looked her in the eyes and was staring back at you with a mix of amusement and confusion.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked.

“What do you think?” You asked back.

“Dunno.” She shrugged slightly.

“You truly are clueless.” Now you were amused. “You’ve never noticed how people stare at you?”

“Nah”

You chuckled. “But you have noticed the way I stare at you.”

“Yeah, like you want a snack.” The metaphor was so perfectly fitting for her that you couldn't help but laugh.

“Exactly.” Your smile turned wicked. “I want to eat you up.”

“What? That’s not possible…” Ace said like you were insane.

“You don’t think so, huh?” You teased. “Well, let me prove you wrong then.”

Ace was genuinely clueless as to what you meant. Yeah, she was used to drunk pirates kissing with strangers in the tavern. She knew about kissing. She never thought of it as appealing. She had never felt the want for kissing men, so she thought that those things weren’t meant for her. Or at least that’s what she thought before she met you. You plagued her mind with endless scenes of kissing, scenes that made her ache between her legs in a way she had rarely felt before. She had struggled with it for months, not being able to relief herself.

And now, after having kissed you, she thought that she would find that relief. But no. She just ached ten times more. She felt flustered. Hot. A bit ashamed of not being able to stop those strange feelings from bothering her. Ace huffed, hugging herself as if the contact would do something to ease her.

“Is everything okay, Ace?” You asked, a bit worried by her reaction.

“Yeah, it’s just that… I feel hot… very hot.” She was trying to find a way to put to words what she was feeling. “And it’s bothering me. A lot. Like, I’ve been feeling like this ever since I met you, but now it… it burns.”

You smiled, endeared by her words. “You like-like me too, then” You grabbed her by the hem of her pants and pulled her closer.

Ace blushed. “Yeah.”

You hummed, combing behind her ear a strand of hair. “Let me help you then.”

“Okay.”

“Do you trust me?” You asked, she nodded. “Good girl. Now, if you feel uncomfortable, you tell me, okay?”

Ace nodded once again, eagerly.

You unfastened her belt under her curious gaze, then you unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped it. Just perfect to sneak your hand inside. But before you did, a thought crossed your mind. “I think we should lay down.”

You hopped down the table and grabbed Ace’s hand to guide her to a pile of fluffy pillows you had on a corner. As you walked the lights of the room dimmed on its own, Ace heard a chirp from Chickpea just before the bat disappeared in the shadows. You guided Ace to sit down. Before you did too, you stood there, right where she could see you whole, and you unfastened the black corset, just to throw it somewhere in the room, then, you unbutoned your skirt until it pooled on your feet. Ace gulped, as she now could see more of you than just your silhouette. The expectation to see what you were hiding under your shirt made her ache harder for it. When you finally lifted your shirt, Ace’s throat went dry. It was better than she could have ever imagined. She couldn't help but stare.

“You like what you see?” You asked, lowering your voice to sound more sultry.

Ace nodded vigorously, which only made you go bolder.

You straddled her, your boobs were right above her face and she was really trying to look at you in the eyes.

The soft glow of the candles reflected on your body, making it a sight that Ace wouldn't be able to forget in a long time.

“Do you want to see what’s underneath my brassiere?” You asked, pushing your boobs a bit closer to Ace’s face. “I bet you do, just look at you. All flustered and fidgety.” You hummed. “C’mon, Ace, take it off. They’re all yours. To see. To touch… To taste.”

Ace hesitated at first, her hands were shaking as she went to unbuckle the brassiere. She fought against it for a bit, but in the end she managed to take it off. The situation was nerve wracking for her, having a goddess-like woman right in front of her. So close, so naked. It felt like a crime. Maybe that’s why she couldn't bring herself to touch your breasts. At least not until you grabbed her hands and positioned them on top of your bare skin. You let out a sigh when you felt the warm touch of her big, calloused hands. Ace started massaging them, finding a bit of confidence stored inside her.

“Does… does it feel good?” Ace asked, trying to mimic the way you were talking to her.

“It feels amazing.” You said before going in for a kiss.

The kiss stripped her of her newfound confidence. You were a great kisser. Ace had never kissed anyone else, but she couldn't imagine it being as good as kissing you. She felt in heaven. Ace’s hands fell flat on the pillow and she just let you work your magic. Your touch was exhilarating, it ignited flames under her skin. And as you started to kiss her neck, Ace couldn't help but gasp and shut her eyes, drinking into the new sensation. You sucked on one specific spot, and a wave of pleasure washed over her. You bit her, softly. Ace grabbed onto whatever she could find.

The fluffy pillows, the intoxicating essence, the dimmed lights.

It was all wonderful, and it was getting to her.

Your hands moved down to her breasts, massaging them over the fabric of her bikini. They were so big that you couldn’t fully cup them with your hands. It only made your mouth water, aching to taste them. Your thumb traced over her erect nipple and you felt her shiver underneath you.

Ace was so sensitive. It was cute.

You finally pushed the fabric aside and her breasts were there on full display for you to enjoy.

“So pretty,” you said, fully mesmerized.

Ace was all flustered just from listening to your words. She tried to hide her face with her arm, which only made the taut muscles stand out more. “What’s wrong, baby? Can’t take a little compliment?” It wasn’t cruel mockery, just a bit of teasing.

“I… uh…” Ace stuttered, before interrupting herself with a whimper the moment you pressed your tongue flat against her nipple. You kept eye contact, watching how her expression shifted even while it was still hidden by her arm. Then you began to suck, while your other hand massaged her other breast.

“I want you to look at me,” you said.

“But…” In all honesty, you had never seen Ace be this… Aceless. “I feel silly.”

“You’re always silly. I like you like that,” you said.

“Hey!”

You grabbed her by the chin, making her look at you. “Aren’t you a sweetheart?”

Ace felt as if she was about to explode into a thousand little stars. The anticipation of what was coming next—even though she didn’t know it yet—was killing her. The way you were so natural about it poured like honey from your mouth and coated her insides with a gooey, warm, sticky je ne sais quoi that was slowly melting her heart.

It was all just the beginning.

You were so tender as you kissed her lower belly. The happy trail tickled your nose, making you giggle slightly. Once you managed to pull her jeans down—with her help as she wiggled her hips—you were met by her silly little parrot panties. Yes, complete with a red bow in the middle.

“Cute,” you muttered.

Ace was about to start blabbering about them, but you cut her off halfway. You were now face to face with her clothed pussy; Ace could feel your warm breath. The proximity was making her ache. Your hands slid over the tanned skin of her thighs, the muscles tensing under your touch. They were strong— strong enough to crush any bastard’s head between them. Your fingers dug into her skin, and before Ace could fully notice, her panties had magically vanished and your tongue licked a long strip upward. This made her shiver, her legs instantly closing around your head.

That didn’t stop you.

You kept working steadily, trying to find that exact spot that would drive her crazy.

And you did.

Her reaction was a bit brutal. Her thighs squeezed your head with enough force to make you pass out. Her fingers found their way into your hair and she pulled and pulled without noticing your slight discomfort. You were fine— more than fine. The oxygen was reaching your brain slower and slower, but the determination to make her come was enough to keep going. Once you felt she was ready, you slid one finger inside her, which made her gasp and loosen her grip on your head slightly. The movements that followed were controlled and tender, just testing the waters in case she felt any discomfort.

“How is it, love?” you asked her, lips glistening with her juices. “Good?”

Just as you asked, you curled your finger, hitting the exact spot that made Ace whimper like a pathetic dog. She seemed to have lost the ability to talk, which was very rare for her.

“You think you can take two fingers?”

Ace nodded.

“That doesn’t do it for me,” you said, stopping altogether. “For all that yapping, you’re now quite silent.”

“But…” she sobbed. “Why did you stop?”

“I won’t continue until you use your words for me, love,” you said.

“Please, please, please… just please,” she begged.

“Awww, so soon and such a mess,” you cooed. “You want me to make you feel really good?”

“Yes, please,” Ace admitted, as if this was her surrendering after a fight.

You went back between her legs and started slowly. Kissing her clit, sucking on it— the contact was barely there, but it was driving Ace insane because she wanted more. You weren’t about to give it to her, not unless she explicitly asked. She was quiet, just moaning, lost in that unfinished pleasure. You just needed to push her further. Your tongue found the exact spot that made her shiver, and you began to lick— left and right, slow, slow, slow. You were pacing yourself with a self-control you knew Ace didn’t have, and it was driving her crazy.

“Please make me feel good,” she whined.

That, you expected. What you didn’t expect was her locking her legs to trap you there.

Quite mischievous, you might add— just the way you liked it.

She squeezed you, pushing your face straight into her pussy. If she was willing to be so rebellious, you would teach her a lesson. Two of your fingers slid inside her and began massaging that soft spot as you went back to licking her clit. Ace was relentless. As you built her toward orgasm, her legs constricted even further. You were dizzy and out of breath, but you kept going as you felt her nearing the finish line. Her breath grew erratic, her legs trembled, and her voice turned shaky as she pleaded for more.

You worked in mysterious ways, casting a spell that relaxed Ace’s entire body— a natural aphrodisiac of pure calm. When her mind finally went blank, you knew it was a done deal. She had completely and utterly given in to the pleasure. Even with your mouth full of her, she could still hear your voice echoing in her mind. It was alluring, drawing her closer and closer to wherever you were. She ran after it until her knees began to buckle and her entire body started to shake.

Ace snapped her eyes open.

In a matter of seconds, she felt her whole body collapse. Her mind went blank once more, plunging her into a void of perpetual bliss. Once, twice. Her body went numb, too spent from the tidal wave of continuous pleasure washing over her.

She had never felt like this before. She hadn’t even known it was possible.

Ace slowly began to regain consciousness, coming back to her senses. She realized she was lying on some pillows in a room she knew well, and that you were resting your head on her lower belly, breathing softly. Your face was flushed, eyes closed, mouth glistening. You were just as tired as she was, which she found cute. Her hand reached out to brush aside a few strands of hair that had fallen in front of your eye, and that made you look up at her.

“It was…”

“Magical?”

I apologize to all of those who requested a matchup back in January. My life has been a bit chaotic lately, and I didn’t feel inspired to write. However, I now feel inspired, so let’s dive in and see how many matchups I can get through.

Hello, my darling <3

It feels wrong to pair you with anyone other than Sanji, even if it is the most obvious answer. 

He’s just your perfect match— what can I say?

Sanji is the perfect lover. He loves the idea of love. He’s a hopeless romantic who adores romanticizing it all— the dates, the courting, the gifts, the poems, everything.

He’s also a gentleman: kind, smart, and thoughtful, someone who would treat you like the queen you are.

He’s a Pisces man (first time that’s not a red flag), and so are you. I think Pisces + Pisces relationships are probably the most emotionally deep. Sanji is very perceptive— he just knows when you’re starting to feel off, and he’s always there to either talk about it or offer you a hug.

You two would probably meet in a very whimsical way. Maybe in a coffee shop or at a baking class (Sanji hates to admit it, but baking isn’t always his forte).

He would approach you first, smooth as ever. He’d charm you with honey-drizzled words, then top it off with a kiss on the back of your hand, pulling a rose out of who knows where just to wrap up the interaction nicely.

(He’s so cheesy, yuck— I love him)

Once you’re dating, he goes all out: flowers here and there, love letters, cute dates, and Tupperware with meals he prepared for the crew but wanted you to taste too. That last thing is like a ritual to him, you better believe you’re going to get fed by him every chance he gets. He’s the embodiment of all love languages at once, but his most personal one is cooking for his loved ones.

He would frame any drawing you gave him. He’s so proud to have an artistic girlfriend who gives him lovely drawings of himself, it just makes him fall even harder for you.

When you two spend time together, it’s probably something cozy— like a rainy night preparing a warm meal, then cuddling while watching a movie.

Me and my two boyfriends, who are also boyfriends.

I was wondering if you could do a little zodiac compatibility reading for me and Vista 🩷 since you wrote up his entire chart (love you for that) and opened matchup requests !

I’m a Cancer Sun, Scorpio Moon, Mercury in Gemini, Venus in Cancer, Mars in Virgo, and Scorpio Rising 💕

Thanks in advance!

-bouquet 🎀

Bonsoir, chérie <3

Starting strong: Vista and you are very compatible in the love department (huzzah to that!)

I think this is the peak of compatibility in both your charts, since you both have such strong water sign energy. Cancer and Pisces Venus are super intense placements; usually very emotional, hopeless romantics. In a way, you’d match each other’s freak— meaning you’d both be all about fairy tales, princess x knight vibes, 90s rom-com energy, and every type of corny shit imaginable. This man would learn French, swim across oceans for you, and then write poetry about how the light reflects in your golden hair just because (yuck, so corny… who would even want that… I wish it happened to me 😔).

Although it might seem overly sugary, I feel Vista has a way of balancing it out with his other placements. He’s actually a pretty chill guy in everyday life— but when it comes to love, the man loses his chill demeanor just a bit (if not a lot).

I think that if he has a crush on you, he will straight-up malfunction around you, and once you two have your first kiss, I can see him having a humbling little moment where he blurts out “I love you” right after pulling away to catch his breath.

Which… okay, you go king, but chill the fuck down.

Now, there are a couple of “Compatibility? It depends” placements.

SUN: Vista is an Aquarius man while you’re a Cancer. In my experience— don’t. Luckily, Vista has all those water placements that make the irreparable damage of being an Aquarius man… manageable.

Aquarius and Cancer tend to clash (I looked it up: apparently they form an inconjunct, which is basically an awkward aspect that means the two signs have almost nothing in common). Aquarius is very independent, detached and reserved, while Cancer is usually nurturing, emotional and open-hearted.

Once again, Vista’s heavy Pisces influence saves the day, so I think you could make it work just fine.

MOON: This one can be a bit trickier. You have a Scorpio Moon (me too, twins!) and he has a Libra Moon. You may approach your emotions very differently, which can create conflict. Libra placements are all about harmony and diplomacy, while Scorpio placements are intense as hell.

This one is all about balance, and since Libra is literally symbolized by a fucking scale, he’s going to make it work one way or another.

MERCURY: Gemini and Pisces are both very creative in their own ways. Geminis are the OG communicators (ruled by Mercury), sharp-minded, witty, really fun to be around and yappers. They yap and yap and sometimes struggle to listen. Vista’s Pisces Mercury unfortunately doesn’t balance this out. I feel he comes across as reserved at first, but once he meets someone who matches his freak, he physically cannot shut up.

That said, Vista is also a man who listens (a fucking diamond among men, if you know what I’m saying). He enjoys talking just as much as he enjoys listening, so I think he’d be the one to balance out the absolute chaos that would otherwise happen in conversations between these two placements.

I know this is the most expected part… LET’S TALK ABOUT SEX! 😋

His Mars is in Pisces while yours is in Virgo— they’re opposite each other, which usually means high sexual compatibility in astrology. They’re sister signs; they complement each other perfectly. Pisces Mars is all about fantasy, while you bring balance with your Virgo “down-to-earth” energy.

In a way, you’re both perfectionists when it comes to intimacy. He’s very idealistic—rose petals on the bed, red candles, old tunes in the background kind of lover—while you’re more practical and detail-oriented.

Virgo Mars can be a bit reserved at first while testing the waters, which is just fine by Vista because Pisces is the most adaptable sign. Once you open up, you can unleash all the kinks and sexual preferences and Vista will probably be into most of them since he’s very adaptable and open-minded.

He probably loves role playing a bit too much. He gets lost in the fantasy and if you feed into his delusions, the role-play can get out of hand— a week-long kind of roleplay. But hey, if he wants to be the white knight while he gives you princess treatment, who are you to refuse?

Another thing about Vista: he cries when having sex. I don’t think it always happens, but it has happened enough times to be A Thing. He gets overwhelmed by love, and since sex is probably the moment he’s most vulnerable, he releases everything.

He’s probably very clingy too, in a “I want to merge your soul with mine” kind of way.

I also get the vibe that he’s all about eye contact— I think he lives by the philosophy that the eyes are the mirrors of the soul.