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FACE TO FACE IRENE ASIA TOUR 2026 [ I-WILL ] in SEOUL (2026)
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The Goth Girls
Maya needed a car for college. Well really she needed it to get her band to gigs in the city. They weren’t big, often only amassing crowds in the single digits, but she loved her band ‘The Goth Girls’. Just her and her two best friends Thalia and Selene. But lugging their equipment around on public transport had become too much to handle and Maya decided it was time to buy some wheels.
Although as she stood in front of the one car she found that she could afford on the little money they had made from gigging, suddenly public transport wasn’t looking so bad.
It was a used purple convertible with the license plate B1TCH. It looked like the kind of car some blonde bimbo would have had in the 90’s. Even the interior was purple. The color and plate clashed with her goth style of black clothes and dark makeup but the price was right and the engine ran well enough. So with a lot of hesitation she bought it on the spot.
GEN-Z GENIE
Mark Harrison had tried everything.
He'd spoken to the dean. He'd emailed professors. He'd even—God help him—lurked outside his daughter's lecture hall like some kind of helicopter parent cliché, just to confirm she was actually showing up.^1^ She was. Barely.
Emma was falling apart. His sweet, bookish girl had lost weight, lost sleep, lost that spark in her eyes. The texts from the group chat—when she accidentally left her phone unlocked—made his stomach turn. Loser. Weirdo. Kill yourself.
He found the app at 2 AM, scrolling mindlessly through his phone while Emma cried softly in the next room.
GEN-Z GENIE—the icon was a pink lamp with a duck-lip emoji. It hadn't been there before. He hadn't downloaded it.
"What the hell…" He tapped.
The screen exploded with pink smoke and glitter. A figure materialised—sitting cross-legged, floating above his bed, chewing gum with her mouth open.
She was maybe twenty. Bleach-blonde ponytail. Crop top reading GOD'S FAVOURITE. Leggings. AirPods dangling. Bored eyes rolling so hard they nearly got stuck.
"Ugh. Another old person?" She popped her gum. "I'm the Gen-Z Genie. One wish. Let's make this quick, I have a TikTok draft to finish."
A Little Closer
Pairing: Law x Reader
You’re part of the Straw Hat crew and met Trafalgar Law at Punk Hazard. As time passes, you develop a crush on him, but after Dressrosa, a failed attempt to comfort him causes you both to drift apart. Law starts noticing the distance between you.
Words Count: ~4,500 words
tags: angst and fluff, hurt/comfort, slow burn, healing, punk hazard, post-dressrosa
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Dark Queen Arises
Heather was different, ever since middle school, she had known she was goth. She dressed in black, wore clothes that others looked down on her because of it. Her mom had taken years to get over the fact that her little girl wouldn't follow in her footsteps and become a cheerleader or anything like that. She accepted it but not without reservations.
Heather's friendships had waned as well. Her close friends in middle school had started to avoid her, girls she thought that would be her friends for life turned into social climbing girls hanging on the two queen bees of the school.
Ashley and Victoria weren't girls she hung out with ever, they had been the social girls growing up, looking prettier than most due to getting to wear makeup and bra which were stuffed until they grew into them before most girls were allowed training bras. Both girls dated in middle school, got boys to follow them all the time, and tossing the ones they "used" away when they wouldn't obey the two blindly.
In the last year of school, Heather thought that things would be better, but it only got worse for her. She was depressed but because of being gothic, no one noticed or cared it seemed. Graduating she got into the local state college and she was thinking she would be done with everyone in her small town. But that was not the case.
Ashley and Victoria both got into the same school. For Heather the choice was to allow her to get her general studies classes done at a cheaper school and transfer to get her major at a better school. The two social queens were there because they didn't do as well as they wanted and couldn't go to the party school in Miami.
One day in her room, Heather was trying to study, in the halls music was blaring for some kind of dorm event that she tried to avoid. She was looking at her laptop and she smelled smoke and sulfur, it was odd, and she turned around to see a woman, no a demon there.
"What the fuck are you?"
The demon smirked, "I am sure you know, you aren't that kind of dense girl I've come to know of in the mortal realm."
"Jesus, you're a fucking demon."
She laughed "of course, what gave it away, the horns or the red skin?"
"This isn't happening, this isn't happening."
"Oh sweet child it is, but understand I come to you now, not to offer you a deal for your soul or to take you into my plane, I would like to offer you deal of revenge."
"Making a deal with demons tends to go badly for people making the deals."
"See you are smarter than the average mortal, and that would be true if you were the intended target. However, you are a means to an end. You see decades ago I made a deal with women all across your…what do you call this, a country right. The deal was that they would look hot, their off spring would inherit their beauty and charm. A decade after their off spring were bore, the beauty of the woman would fade gracefully, I'm not that kind of a monster to make them instantly ugly," she laughed. "Shit sorry rambling" she laughed again, "These women found a loophole, finding a witch to give them a trinket to keep their youthful appearance, so they never had to give it up, and their daughters also kept the beauty as part of the deal. I hate beings going back on their deals."
"So why didn't you fix this before? You make it seem like it's been a while since the deal was done."
"Oh how perceptive. I tried, but they banished me using another spell from that witch, it took me a decade to build the power up again to be able to cross the mortal and demonic realms. I lost my power base in my realm because of it, and it took me this long to rebuild that. And now I am furious. So while the mothers have the trinkets, their daughters do not. So I make you this offer, get close to them, give them a small pill in a drink or whatever, they will become plain and boring, and as payment I will transfer their looks and alluring aura to you."
Heather blinked. She was listening to an actual demon, seeing an real demon, and understanding the plight the demon was in completely. "Why come to me?"
"Two reasons," the demon smirked, "one not everyone can see a demon who wasn't summoned by them, I've been walking around the campus for a month since the two girls arrived."
"Ok?"
"And two you know both of the girls, they are called Ashley and Victoria."
The names didn't leave the demon's mouth before Heather's mind raced, the reason they are so hot and popular was because of a deal, and now she could get revenge. The demon was right to come to her and the offer of revenge was too great for her not to take it. She smiled "I'll do it."
The demon cackled, "awesome" as she handed Heather two small black pills, "one to each of the girls." The demon smiled again "Thank you so much, and to help you on your task seeing as you know the two, let me adjust you for free" she winked "if you are new, they won't see you coming."
The demon vanished in a puff of acrid smoke and Heather started to feel warm. She rushed to the bathroom.
Heather was shocked but started to move around, feeling her new body move with ease. God she felt hot for the first time in years. Now it would be so easy to get closer to the two girls, being goth wouldn't hamper it, she looked good enough to eat. She laughed at herself as she ran her hands over her body, she was getting turned on and now she could see if she could get guys to enjoy her too.
Stepping out into the hall into the middle of the little party, guys at first didn't notice her, but soon they did. Eyes were on her, asking who she was, they couldn't remember anyone as hot as her being here. It was intoxicating for Heather to talk and flirt with guys. These guys she knew and though the experience was different, her focus was somewhere else. Both girls were part of a sorority, they had joined the second they got to the campus and were almost instantly accepted.
She left her dorm and made her way over to sorority row. It was a road on the edge of campus where all the sororities and frats had houses. White large houses were the norm in the college town, but the large Greek letters on the tops of the houses or some place on the walls allowed all those driving by who was there.
Walking up the road she got to the sorority house and walked in, no one seemed to notice her. It was a surreal experience but it must have been due to the demon that she was able to do this. She didn't question it though, and made her way around the house, looking for one of the two. She hear stuff happening outside and found a pool party. It was October but it was still warm so it made sense. She made her way to a small corner to watch.
After maybe 10 mins of sitting there Victoria came over, "who are you?"
"Why what's it to you?"
"I live here, I am a member of the sorority, you clearly aren't so what are you doing here before I call the cops."
Heather shrugged, "sorry ok, I was asked to come here, I have something for one of the girls, Tiffany or Sandi or something, it's a pill to help them out. I was told to come here and wait for them to give it to them ok."
Heather knew that Victoria was one of those girls who though popular was overshadowed by her best friend Ashley, and if taking the pill to Tiffany who was the head of the sorority would give her an edge to be noticed and get favors from the heads of the sorority she would take it. Victoria sneered, "Give it to me, Tiffany isn't here, I will get it to her, you can't be here."
Heather looked "I can't sorry, it was for her."
Victoria got annoyed, "Look you goth barbie bitch, give it to me, or I'll call the cops, my dad is a cop and he has friends and they will do you wrong." Heather knew her father was a manager at a store so that was a lie.
Heather sighed and stood up, "fine here," she dropped a single black pill into Victoria's hand, "tell Tiffany, just take it, it will make everything she needs to happen to happen ok."
"Fine whatever now get lost."
Heather stood up and headed out, softly laughing to herself knowing she set the bait and probably hooked one of the two fish she was going to catch.
It was another few days before anything happened, she was getting nervous that maybe Victoria wouldn't try to take the pill. Victoria wasn't the kind of girl who would steal from one of the upper classmen, but when she found out that Tiffany wasn't expecting anything, she waited a day before finally giving in and popping the black pill into her mouth.
Heather was in her dorm when she felt the rush of hot air flood around her. The room was cold but her skin was on fire, her body was shifting. She moaned out.
She ran to the mirror, shaking her body a little as she noticed how much sexier she had become. She jiggled her legs and thighs, though it was thicker than she had before it only made her look more appealing. Her breasts had grown and she oozed of sexuality. She had to try it. She wanted to use her new body and get fucked. She opened her dorm door and saw one of the guys standing there, she snapped her fingers and told him to come. He looked at her and blinked, he was stunned by her looks, he barely questioned how someone so hot was there.
She pushed him to the ground and stood over him.
"Whose a good boy?" She asked him in a condescending tone.
He looked at her, licking his lips, "Me?"
"Very good," as she clawed at his clothes and started to proceed to fuck him. Slamming her body down on his cock, her pussy was on fire and she needed to be fucked. After about an hour, she slide off him, her pussy leaking her juices and his cum. "I need your help."
He was panting, "Anything."
"I need you to follow someone, her name is Ashley and I need to get her alone, so you will follow her and find out when she goes to a club or something and text me, do this and I will fuck you as much as your weak dick will hold out, understood?"
"God yes, anything."
"Good boy, now go."
He scampered away, she was 50/50 on if he would start to follow Ashley. She was hoping he would, if Victoria took the pill and looked uglier now, Ashley probably heard the story and wouldn't let any goth girl close to her. She would be on guard. So Heather needed a look out.
It took another month before she got her chance. She got a text like she had been getting every couple hours from the boy she fucked and actually continued to use for both her pussy and to be a spy. Ashley went to a club, it was a rave and this was perfect. She got dressed and headed there. Following Ashley at the club was easy, she had to be the center of attention. Getting to her was hard. She waited then Ashley stepped away to the bathroom. This was her moment. She followed her in.
"Who the fuck are you, this is a single bathroom."
Heather smiled "you wouldn't remember, not that I care about that anymore, but we went to school together, you were a bitch to me then, but I found out the reason you have always been like that. Now I am here to fix it."
"Fuck you," Ashley said.
Heather's eyes flared, this was the moment. She grabbed Ashley and shoved the pill into her mouth. Holding her mouth closed, Ashley had to swallow the pill. There was a black flare in Ashley's eyes as the demonic power left her. Ashley started to look different, weaker, softer, not as beautiful. Still cute but no where near the hottie level she had been seconds ago.
Ashley freaked seeing herself changing in the mirror, she ran out of the bathroom and disappeared into the crowd.
Heather felt the power hitting her again. It wasn't as strong as before, this time it was more subtle, instead of chiseling at marble or stone, this felt more refined as if she was having the finishing touches added.
She looked into the mirror, her hair was white, which gave her an oddly more sexy vibe, her breasts felt slightly bigger and her clothes changed to something appealing. She stepped out into the club to leave, and attention was on her immediately, it was like she was the one that everyone wanted to be around. The feeling from that was addictive and Heather took it and ran with it, becoming the newest Queen Bee of the school, not a bubbly sorority girl, but a dark Queen.
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"Jax, look.. I know we dont get along but I think there is something wrong about these woods"
Monty was feeling surprisingly energized after his boxing class. This was his third session at The Y, and he'd been genuinely surprised by how much he'd enjoyed it.
At first, there was the fear of his anger getting the better of him, like when the adrenaline hit, would he see his opponent's face morph into his father and lose all restraint, leaving his innocent sparring partner beaten and bloodied?
Next, there was the unease of being in a room full of people throwing fists. Would it remind him too much of the (albeit infrequent) rioting he'd been witness to while locked up? Those high-pressure situations making him feel like a pot of water about to boil over; would they be able to turn down the heat in time?
But none of those things had happened because, even in those first few lessons, when they were simply learning stances and technical jargon, the trainer was already cautioning restraint. He wasn't just preaching restraint; he was teaching.
So, even with tired muscles from his workout, Monty was feeling good, something he was still surprised he even knew how to feel unless he was beside Vitya.
Stepping out of the shower, he heard his phone buzzing on the kitchen counter. He grumbled as he quickly dried off and pulled on boxers and a soft t-shirt that was too big for him, huh, probably belonged to Vitya then, but that frown turned into a smile when he saw the screen lit up.
(1) New Missed Call from Vitya. (1) New Voicemail from Vitya.
Maybe he'd be getting to see his ridiculously busy lover tonight after all! They'd mutually agreed to spend the night apart, both needing to get a good night's sleep, which was difficult together simply because they were still fucking like hormonal teenagers since reuniting so much so that they weren't getting enough hours of shuteye.
The smile on his face fell quickly after pressing play. This wasn't a happy Vitya who'd tried to call him; this was a man in pain. The Russian was the first hint; Vit rarely slipped into his mother tongue. The stuttering and repetitive words were next; it was how Vitya sounded on a bad day, when the trumpets were getting louder.
The attempt to reassure Monty that everything was fine had to be the most obvious one. Nobody put that much effort into telling someone they were fine except when it was a lie. As unique as Vitya was, this was one way he was entirely the same as everyone else on the damn planet. Saying "I'm fine" was the sure-fire way to expose yourself.
Then, of course, the crowning glory of the whole thing: "I'm sorry for calling." Not once in their sordid history had either of them apologized for calling the other. It was so ludicrous, Monty spat out a "ha" that could have evolved into real laughter if the rest of the message hadn't been so somber.
Monty's first instinct was to be at Vitya's side immediately. He didn't particularly care what Vitya had "fucked up", be it something at work or his family or even stopping taking his meds or picking up some illicit ones in a dark alleyway and pounding too many too quickly.
Without a second thought, Monty scrambled back into his bedroom, pulled on jeans and shoes, left his hair still damp and ruffled from only being toweled off, grabbed keys, cell phone, and wallet, and ran out the door. He jogged down the block to where their car was stored and took off as fast as he could. Monty wasn't thinking like a New Yorker, despite firmly agreeing it was faster to take the subway pretty much anywhere in the city, but right now, he needed control; he needed to be able to push the boundaries of speed, and not depend on the whim of others.
Monty confidently steered the car through the city, sneaking ahead through gaps in traffic, blazing through lights that were closer to red than yellow. He pulled into the parking lot in record time and rushed up to Vitya's door. He'd only been here once, but it was enough when his mind was locked in...
He rapped impatiently on the door of Vitya's apartment, calling the other man's name.
"Vit! Vitya! Open the damn door, man, a'fore I brake the fuckin' thing down!"
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