So, What Made You Come To Paris?, You Asked, Spearing A Buttery Potato With Your Fork.

“So, what made you come to Paris?“, you asked, spearing a buttery potato with your fork.

“Ever seen the movie Ratatouille? Completely changed my life. I just knew I had to follow Remy‘s footsteps.“

Tendou immediately regretted his answer the moment the words leaped out of his mouth. He finally managed to ask you out, a girl so far out of his league that he had already sent bragging texts to his former teammates before he even got dressed for the first date, and now this. You looked at him, blinked for a moment, and just as he started seeing his life flashing before his eyes, you burst out into a snort of laughter. A few people at nearby tables turned to stare but he only waved them off, focusing on you trying to regain composure.

For weeks he had seen you in the afternoon waiting for the same train as him. In the mornings your route to work took you by the shop he worked at and one day, as you were ogling the pralines displayed in the window, biting your lip in torn temptation, you had made eye contact with him and soon started smiling and nodding and eventually even waving to him as you passed the chocolaterie. He figured, once he was at the train station you didn‘t recognize him without his large white hat and pristine uniform and he didn‘t know how to approach you. That was until a terribly helpful gust of wind blew your scarf right off your neck and he chased it down for you, giving him the perfect opportunity to ask for your name, your number, and your time to get together.

And now you sat across from him in a corner of a tiny restaurant, with lights dancing in your eyes, wearing a dress that was obviously designed to make him crazy with how exquisitely it wrapped around your soft body.

You cleared your throat and said, “I was always more a Beauty and the Beast girly myself. After seeing it I always yelled Bonjour! every morning - drove my friends and family nuts! People on the street were looking at me weird, too, so I decided to move to France.“

Now it was on Tendou to laugh. Wiping a tear out of the corner of his eyes he chuckled, “I love you.”

“Hm?”

“I asked if you wanted to get dessert.”

You beamed at him and nodded.

Xilonen looks so cool 🥰

Sampo, Jing Yuan, Ratio and Gepard got body swap with female reader

"𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎?!"

💫𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Sampo, Jing Yuan, Ratio and Gepard

💫𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: Body Swap?!

💫𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff, & Spelling Mistakes

💫𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈: Sorry Im not posting too much, I've got so much work 😔

𝒮𝒶𝓂𝓅𝑜 𝒦𝑜𝓈𝓀𝒾 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒾𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓇-𝒯𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓊𝑒𝒹 𝒮𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓃"

This had to be some kind of nightmare, you shouldn’t have trusted Sampo at all, especially fighting a monster no less. Each breath you took felt like burning to your lungs while sharp pain hit your stomach.

Sampo, like the bastard he is, swoops in at the last second to take your glory, just to call it “teamwork.” Yet what both didn’t expect was the monster to explode and be sprayed like a fountain of gunk on both of your bodies, disgusting. Only to flicker your eyelids open to find a white-liquid-covered self staring back? Wait what’s happening?! 

Sampo doesn’t seem as freaked out as you do, honestly, he might just be enjoying this a tad bit too much, staring at anything that reflects your body, or saying things in your voice that you would never say! 

Yet, you’ll have to clean the gunk on your bodies soon. But that’s where the problem lies, it’s all Sampos fault.

It's funny, how you both stand in the bathroom, having a staring contest because you refuse to let him get in there, who knows what kinds of creepy things he’ll think about having all that “free access” To your body gives you the shivers. Your towel is wrapped around your chest even in Sampo’s body while he’s wrapped in a towel, note that it’s very loosely around your body as if it will fall off from a small gust of wind.

“You distrust me with your body that much? I thought we were close…”

No way this is going to work on you, not when your dignity is on the line.

“Not in the slightest do I trust you.”

“That’s just cruel, there’s gunk in my hair and there’s no way I’m spending my entire night smelling as if I’m from the streets.”

He was right, it’s not like you can avoid showering or he can either. The shower has been going in the background the whole time—it would be a waste of the already high water bill.

So the compromise is showering together, but you're pressed very close to each other, your chest against his—after all, he doesn’t want you to see his family jewels either…it feels weird holding yourself… so close, especially when it’s Sampo doing far too much while in your body.

“You call me a pervert but here you are…” you would never say that, never say in a tone like that, you would never make that expression…his hand goes to wrap itself around the back of your head, leaning down to only get the view of your face.

“Don’t…”

He was far too close, so close that you knew what he was thinking in that brain of his. Even when you tried to pull away he only pressed your foreheads together. “It’s just a secret deal between us,” He whispers in your voice, it feels weird looking at your face while in Sampo's body.

“Close your eyes.”

His lips still envelope your own, he made you experience from the outside in your body yet you, on the other hand, make him laugh with those shy, cheeks dusted with pink on your face.

“See, it doesn't feel so bad.”

The hand of your body lands on your chest while Sampo speaks through your voice in a sing-songy tone, which only gives shivers down your spine. “Don’t look down,”

𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒳𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓏𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝒞𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈"

“Jing yuan! Could stop lazing around! I think I might die if this continues!”

You couldn’t last another day like this. Playing general while he lazed around in yours, is the worse! Honestly, you might just get charged with impersonation of The General of the Loufu. It’s bad that even Yanqing noticed the change and has been looking at you funny.

You're still determining how it happened. Like a blur in your memory, but you want out! Like right this instant! But again, Jing Yuan is having a relaxed time in your body, as if he’d already retired from being General. Laying in your shared bed, while wearing loose sleeping attire he would usually wear in his body.

It was too big for your body, falling down your shoulder, and buttons on the bottom of the shirt opened up showing your stomach. Yet all of this went over his head, does it matter what he’s wearing not as if he’s ever left the house looking like that, so no need to worry about your dignity. Just lay beside him and tell him your worries.

“Yanqing is always looking at me funny, I might be charged with impersonation soon! What will I do then!” you complain staring at the ceiling with vain on popping from your forehead. An expression that he would never wear but it’s funny watching you freak while he lays on the side, listening to complaints about your day as him.

“You worry too much, nothing will happen,” he chuckles,  “It must have been lonely without me right? I was feeling so alone in this house without you,” he mutters, pushing his body up with a soft grunt escaping from his lips. His face right against your own, funny, how you’ve switched places, him pleading for your attention. Things don't change.

Always thinking about affection even if your bodies switched, what difference does the feeling make? You still have that blush while he grins down at you, before stealing your lips for a taste, a little mishap won’t stop him from loving you.

𝒱𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈 𝑅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜 "𝑀𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐼𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈𝒾𝒶 𝒢𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹"

“Looks like I’ve overpowered you this time, veritas.”

You seem to be having far too much fun with his body, far too much, looks like for the first time in your life you’ve actually “overpowered” him, in his body (not much of an achievement in life if you ask him). That smug expression you always make doesn’t suit the curvatures of his face in slightly. He would never act like that.

A scoff leaves his lips, crossing his arm, staring up at you with an intense gaze (that doesn’t suit you either) while you have him caged against the wall. He must commend you since you finally recreated a scene out of a romance novel under your current circumstances, you’ve probably been waiting to strike.

Yet even now, it seems like he’s overpowered you, giving you no satisfaction to your delusions. A scoff leaves his lips, well, your body's lips? Clicking his tongue while he’s at it. “You disappoint me with cheap tricks.” He mutters in your voice, staring at you like that, it’s bad that you can’t help but falter even though it’s coming to your body.

“Can’t you play along for once?!” You groan, feeling the awkwardness of his self-awareness. Completely letting go of your act just to complain about his unwillingness.  You truly are enjoying your time, so why doesn’t he as well? Even someone like you has advantages when it comes to your body.

After all, it isn’t all about strength, just a couple of cheap tricks (but it’s fine since it’s your body, so not too out of character). Watching you just roughly scratch the top of his head, ruffling the hair of his body. He just does the same thing you had done to him.

Pressing you against the wall, while his hand is beside your shoulder. Honestly, to anyone else, they would laugh hard at the sight of THE Dr. Ratio getting pinned against the wall as if it were a scene out of a romance novel.

“Veritas—“

“You talk too much, with such ignorance in your tone of voice.”

“Veritas! You put the shivers down my spine, seriously how did you do that in my body!?” You shriek like some kind of fan girl at a concert, just makes him frown at how you’re acting.

“Enough of this, are you even listening?”

𝒢𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝐿𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓊 "𝒞𝒶𝓅𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒾𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑒 𝒢𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈"

“I'm so sorry, I can’t!”

He can’t do this to you. Not when he’s in your body and you can’t do the same to him either. Both of you are a complete mess from the frozen dirt and snow, which is why you're like this right now, clothes wet (even after wearing so many layers), bodies cold (just asking to get sick), and both of you flustered because a body switch. 

Just looking at each other with red blush on your cheeks; your clothes soaked to the brim with cold water dripping down. You both have to take a shower, or you both are waiting to get sick. He feels it’s wrong to undress himself in your body, he can’t do that to a lady! He’s some kind of creep! 

“You can’t just stay like that, or else you’ll get sick,” you mutter with the same embarrassing mindset he’s carrying, your hands going to the shirt buttons of your body, he instantly snatched his head to the side, feeling the welt cloth shirt slowly whisks off his body leaving him shiver in the cold. He can’t force himself to look to the front. Not when your body has the top left on.

“Can you help me take off my shirt?” you breathed, feeling your ears and face get unbearable hot even when you were drenched in cold water. He kept his head high, not looking down for even a second when the hands of your body gently unbuttoned his shirt while your eyes shifted while gazing into his eyes, which made things worse for the both of you.

You could hear his breath hitch at a moment like this, the eye contact looked much, even in his body your eyes still told him what you were feeling, right now it was a bad thing, he felt his heart skip a beat.

“I won’t look anywhere but your eyes,” he reassures you once more.

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Hello may I request an imagine where (taking place 10 years before the start of the game), the female 5 year old reader who just appeared in Briar Valley with no memories whatsoever, was found by Lillia and adopted by him.

⤷ ✧ Finding family

- order 18 | one-shot | Diasomnia

P.2 — Training

Platonic, female reader

Requested by @ask-deltale-twins2 !! Im actually really invested in this Jackolope fae so I’ll probably write more of her in the future. Thank you for requesting!

All you could remember is how it feels to be hungry and cold. You weren’t sure how you ended up on the streets, hardly even surviving on plants you weren’t sure were even edible. You walked past many people, they all averted their eyes and made way for you. A dirty, little child.

Everything was blurry and your body felt heavy, it felt as if your own hair was weighing you down. You fell forward and closed your eyes with your breath running short.

A short figure appears before you, it’s warm and smells nice. It was pleasant to be in the arms of this strange boy.

“Lilia, you brought home another child?” A horned, pale boy with short hair asked while looking down at you. You were shaking and tried to stay away from any fae around you.

“What could I do? She fell from exhaustion and hunger from what I can tell.” Lilia pushed a plate of various treats towards you, but you flinched and scoot yourself away. Lilia sighed with a frown.

“What type of fae are you, little one?” He came closer and knelt down in front of you. Lilia watched silently as you murmured out something.

“Go away…”

Malleus nodded and put his hand on your head. You tried to shake off his hand but you soon felt yourself drowsy. Lilia watched as you fell limp with your eyes closed.

Lilia looked at him as if expected an answer. “Malleus, what did you do?”

“I simply put her to sleep. I’m sure she’ll be more adamant to speak when she rests well. I can guarantee she won’t wake up until the next day.” Malleus carelessly said. He leaned forward towards your unconscious body and checked the top of your head.

“Jackalope, though her horns… appear to be broken.” He felt the feeling of dry blood and his hands brushed against your chipped, short horns. He opened your mouth and saw your fangs, they were in better condition than the rest of your body.

When you woke up, you were in the bath. Soft, yet skilled hands brushed through your once dirtied hair.

You were held up by the man and you softly coughed at the cross, string sensation as on reflex, you spat out whatever was in your mouth.

“Ah, did soap get in your mouth? I’m sorry about that.” He chuckled while pulling your overgrown hair back a bit to show yourself. You didn’t respond but raised up your hand to touch your animalistic ears.

“Now, can I ask you a few questions?” Lilia turned you around and cupped your face.

“Don’t know…”

“Do you know your name?”

“No..”

“How old are you?”

“Don’t know.”

“Where are you parents?”

“What are… peratents…?”

Lilia froze and looked into your eyes. Something watered in his eyes and he quickly brushed off the second of pity.

“It seems you’re very lost, [name].”

“Who is… [name]?” You questioned slowly.

“It’s what your name is now! You like it, don’t you?”

You shrugged and he gently pat your shoulders.

“You must be hungry, let’s hurry and get out of here so you can eat.” He said while taking your hand.

You sat in front of a large plate of something with a delicious aroma. Your mouth water as you stare in uncertainty of how to even begin to eat it.

“Do you know how to use a fork and a knife?”

“What is that?”

“Figured so, look here.”

He used the knife and a fork to cut a piece of the steak. He held it up to your mouth and you graciously took a bite.

You nearly bit the inside of your cheek at how eagerly you chewed it.

“My, there’s much more so don’t worry.” He said while petting the top of your head.

You reached a stable condition, you gained weight with a regular diet and you were a lot more open with the people in the castle. He would’ve thought you would need more time before interacting with people other than him but you seemed to be really social.

You were getting used to things, but there was still someone whom you haven’t met yet.

“Silver, this is your sister, [Name].” Lilia pushed the young boy closer to you. The boy who seemed to be around the same age as you anxiously approached you.

“Hi, my name is Silver. I’m training to be Master Malleus’ guard.” He formally announced with a straight face. He had small eye bags under his aurora silver eyes. You first noticed his hair, it was an unusual color but you didn’t dare question it.

“I am.. [name].” You introduced yourself in return. Lilia senses the odd aura that formed with this interaction. “I do not know what I am.”

After that, you formed a need to be something. Lilia could only guess you meant a role in the castle like Silver is a guard in training for Malleus.

You were still recovering, but you wouldn’t stop thinking about what to do. It’s hard to believe you were only five years old thinking about what you should do to contribute to society.

“Silver, what are you doing?” You asked from behind a pillar. Silver turned his head in your direction, his guard falling at learning it’s just you.

“[Name] what are you doing here? Aren’t you still recovering?” Silver was aware of your background since Lilia explained why it took a few days before he would officially meet you.

“I-I am ok. What are you doing?” You pointed at the wooden, long object in his hand.

“I’m practicing sword fighting. I need to train so I can protect Malleus.” Silver explained while swing it around.

“I want to sword fight too!” You exclaimed with determination. Silver looked down at the sword and led you down to the training dummy he was practicing on just a moment ago.

He gave you the sword and he carefully guided your hands into holding it correctly and backed away. “Now try it.” He encouraged you.

You slowly raised it above your head and hit the dummy, it wobbled just a bit and you huffed.

“That was good.” He clapped but you raised up the sword and hit the dummy once again. It tumbled down in an instant and Silver put his hand on yours, as a way to tell you to stop.

“You knocked it down?” Silver asked. It was extremely heavy and he himself had only done it once with a lot of practice; he was more focused on effective strikes than knocking it over.

You smiled in accomplishment as you gave the sword over to him. Someone behind you appeared and grabbed you and lifted you up.

“Ah, old man, what are you doing here?” Silver nonchalantly asked as you flailed in the air.

“Oh, just looking for a little jackalope that ran away.” Lilia said while holding you high up in the air.

“I-I wanna train with Silver!” You whine as you try to escape by thrashing about. Silver softly smiled up at you while Lilia cackled at your futile attempts.

“When you’re recovered, you can play swords with your brother! But not now!” He said while swinging you around in the air.

A year passed, you met a boy with green hair and a scary glare on his face. He stood out alongside you and silver due to his height. His name was Sebek Zigvolt. He was only a year older than you and Silver was two years older than you.

“[Name]! Silver! What are you doing while we’re supposed to be training?” Sebek demanded answers while pointing accusingly.

You lifted your head and put up your hand as if to console him. “I’m asking Silver if my horns have grown much.” You told him while moving your hair out the way to show him. He inspected closer and saw the rough, chipped parts poke out.

“I wonder how it even got that bad.” Silver thought out loud. “The old man said that your horns looked like they were clipped off. Did it hurt?”

“Of course!”

Soon, something bonked your head and you turned around defensively while holding your sword.

“I think we should train now.” Sebek sternly said. You frowned and raised up your sword. He blocked with his own and he stepped back.

“Let’s train then!”

“If you insist!”

You headed straight for him and you pushed your sword at his own on purpose. For a moment you could see his eyes flare as he successfully hit you in your side.

You let yourself fall and landed on the harsh cement. Silver came up behind you and helped you off the floor.

“I’ve had experience for longer than you!” He childishly said while you opened your mouth to let your fangs poke out a bit.

Romance Roulette — Rollo Flamme x reader

You, Rollo's self-proclaimed bestfriend, have been trying to set him up with someone for the past few weeks. If all your plans fail, maybe you should do it yourself?

Rollo Week Day 2!

You’re absolutely convinced that one of these days, Mount Rollo is going to erupt—metaphorically speaking. The man is a storm in human form, and if anyone needs to loosen up, it’s him. As his self-declared bestie, you’ve decided it’s your personal mission to fix this. And what better way to prevent a volcanic explosion than by finding him the perfect date?

Date 1: The Perfectionist

For the first attempt, you decide to set him up with someone equally serious—a meticulous scholar who practically breathes textbooks, just like Rollo. You arrange a nice little lunch at a quiet, book-filled café. The ambiance is perfect: walls stacked with old books, the soft clink of teacups, and an academic atmosphere. You figure they’ll be intellectual soulmates.

Everything goes well—until they start debating. What begins as a pleasant discussion about historical architecture quickly escalates into a competition of who knows more obscure facts.

Rollo’s frown deepens as his date continuously tries to one-up him. By the time their coffee arrives, they’ve gone through no fewer than five intense debates about the most esoteric details of 14th-century bricklaying techniques.

You check on them an hour later, only to see Rollo sitting there, arms crossed, looking like he’s ready to punch a library in the face. His date is still babbling on about the aesthetic superiority of Gothic buttresses.

When you catch him outside after the disastrous date, Rollo sighs heavily and mutters, “I’ve had more stimulating conversations with my textbooks.”

“Well, they can’t all be winners!” you laugh awkwardly.

Date 2: The Overenthusiast

Clearly, the last one was too intense. You decide to go for a different approach—a cheerful, bubbly person who’s passionate about spontaneous adventures. Maybe someone who will drag Rollo out of his stoic shell with some boundless enthusiasm and positivity.

The date starts off on a hike, and Rollo already looks skeptical as they begin rattling off suggestions for future extreme sports they should try together. “Skydiving’s on my bucket list,” they say, oblivious to Rollo’s growing dread. “Oh! And I’ve always wanted to try base jumping.”

“I don’t have wings,” Rollo deadpans.

Things only go downhill from there. His date suggests bungee jumping off a nearby cliff, just to spice things up. Rollo’s jaw tightens like he’s physically restraining himself from yelling, and by the end of the hike, he looks like he’s been through some kind of personal hell.

As they part ways, Rollo gives you a flat look. “I don’t understand how you come up with these people.”

You just shrug, trying to hold back your laughter. “Maybe you just need to learn how to let loose!”

His scowl deepens, and you’re already mentally planning Date #3.

Date 3: The Tortured Artist

Next up, you think Rollo needs someone with a creative soul—an artist with a vision, someone who’ll talk about the beauty of life and inspire him with their philosophical musings. You manage to track down someone who’s always talking about their next big project and their deep thoughts on the human condition.

Things start off okay, but midway through dinner, they begin rambling about the chaotic beauty of life. “You see, Rollo, destruction is just a form of rebirth. Every time something breaks, it’s just… making way for something new.”

Rollo stares at them like they’ve grown a second head. “I believe in structure and order,” he says stiffly.

The artist looks unfazed, waving their hand dramatically. “But chaos is art!”

By the time the night is over, Rollo looks like he’s aged ten years. When he returns to you, he mutters, “They suggested we burn down the restaurant. For ‘art.’”

You burst into laughter. “Okay, maybe not the creative type either.”

Rollo glares. “Stop trying to torture me.”

Date 4: The Free Spirit

Alright, maybe what Rollo needs is someone who’s completely carefree—a person with no boundaries or restrictions, someone who doesn’t sweat the small stuff. You set him up with a free-spirited individual who lives life with a “no rules” philosophy. They suggest meeting at a park for a casual walk, and at first, it seems like things are going fine.

Then they start suggesting that they should start a protest about “the man keeping us down” and skipping stones at a restricted pond area because, “rules are just social constructs, man.”

Rollo’s eye twitches as they start skipping stones like it’s no big deal. “You realize you’re breaking the law, correct?”

“It’s just a pond,” they wave him off. “Live a little!”

The date doesn’t last much longer. As soon as they part ways, Rollo gives you the most exhausted look you’ve ever seen. “Why do you do this to me?”

You grin, feeling only slightly guilty. “You said you needed to loosen up.”

“I’m going to throw you into that pond next time,” he mutters, but you can see the faintest smirk on his lips.

Date 5: The Socialite

This time, you think you’ve cracked the code. Someone social and charming, who knows how to navigate high society. You arrange a dinner with an outgoing socialite who can hold their own in any conversation.

Except, they spend the entire date talking about all the high-profile parties they attend, the famous people they’ve met, and their networking skills. Rollo is clearly unimpressed, barely saying a word as they drop name after name, and by the end of the night, he looks like he’s had all the life drained out of him.

“They talked more about themselves than any lesson I’ve ever attended,” he mutters to you afterward.

“Wasn’t that fun?” you tease, trying not to laugh.

Rollo just glares at you, muttering something about “irreparable damage.”

After the fifth disaster, you both sit in the café (again), your chin resting in your hands as you ponder your failure. “Maybe I’m just not cut out to be a matchmaker…”

“I’ve been telling you that since the first date,” Rollo replies dryly, sipping his tea.

You stare at the cup, lost in thought, then blink. "What if I just find someone more like...me?" Your eyes light up. "Of course! How did I not think of that before—"

"I think I’ve figured that out myself," Rollo cuts in. His tone is so dry, you almost miss the little sarcastic jab in it. He raises an eyebrow. “Why not just date me yourself, then? You’re the only one I can stand at this point.”

You pause mid-sip, blinking. “...What?”

He shakes his head, clearly joking, lips curling into a faint smirk. “You’re already committed to this ridiculous mission. Why not be my date, if you're so determined?”

Rollo’s tone is light, and you can tell he’s not being serious, but something clicks in your mind. You blink at him like he’s just handed you the Holy Grail. Slowly, you lower your teacup. “Wait...that’s...brilliant.”

It’s Rollo’s turn to blink. “What?”

You snap your fingers. “I’ll do it! I’ll date you!”

The smirk falls from his face as he processes your words. “What? No—wait—I wasn’t—” His usual composure slips for a moment, a flicker of shock in his eyes. “You’re serious?”

“Obviously,” you grin, completely oblivious to his shock. “I mean, I’ve been spending all this time trying to find someone else, but why would I need to? We get along great, I know your quirks, you know mine—this is perfect!”

Rollo is still processing, his mouth slightly open, like you’ve just told him the world is flat. “I wasn’t actually expecting you to—”

“So,” you interrupt, leaning in with a smug smile, “where are you taking me on our first date?”

Rollo groans, rubbing his temple. “You’re impossible.”

The date with Rollo is… interesting. You two plan a simple walk through the city, but it doesn’t take long for things to go off track. Rollo tries to impress you by leading you through what he calls a "shortcut"—a long, winding, and completely unfamiliar street that gets you both hopelessly lost.

"Is this your plan?" you tease, nudging him as he checks the map on his phone. "Get lost together so I’ll have to rely on your company?"

Rollo gives you a flat look. "No, this is my plan going terribly wrong."

But despite the mishap, the date is surprisingly fun. You tease him relentlessly about his poor sense of direction, and he grumbles about how you’ve ruined his peace, but there’s an underlying warmth to his words. It’s clear that, despite the banter, he’s enjoying himself.

After wandering around for what feels like hours, you finally find your way back to a quaint little café. You suggest stopping for a drink, and Rollo, surprisingly, agrees.

The conversation flows naturally, filled with lighthearted teasing and small smiles. Rollo, despite his usual stern demeanor, seems at ease with you, even allowing himself a small chuckle when you accidentally spill sugar all over the table.

As the evening winds down and he walks you home, there’s a comfortable silence between you two. At your ...your doorstep, you hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to end the night. Rollo stands there, watching you expectantly, clearly not used to situations like this.

“So,” you say softly, “thanks for, uh, getting us lost today.”

Rollo raises an eyebrow. “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know,” you grin, stepping closer. “It was fun anyway.”

You lean in, brushing your lips softly against his in a quick kiss. When you pull back, Rollo is staring at you, frozen in place like he’s processing what just happened.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” you ask, suddenly feeling a little shy despite the chaos of the night.

Rollo blinks, his usual serious expression faltering as a slight blush creeps into his cheeks. “...Yes,” he says, almost as if he’s surprised by his own response.

You smile at him, the warmth from the kiss still lingering, and before you can walk away, Rollo suddenly grabs your wrist, pulling you back gently. He leans in, pressing a lingering, softer kiss to your lips, as if trying to make sure this time is real.

When he pulls away, he mutters, “I suppose I should thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being insufferable enough to try this.”

You laugh softly, a lightness settling in your chest. “I aim to please.”

As you head inside, you can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, Mount Rollo isn’t going to erupt after all. In fact, it seems you’ve found a way to calm the storm for good.

Masterlist

Skully. J.Graves x shy ghost!fem!reader (Platonic)

Warnings:probably ooc, reader is a ghost , she has similar powers to Perona and Big mom from One Piece, she puts a hat over her head to conceal identity and acts like a different (confident) person with it on

(no ones p.o.v)

It was a cold night and Skully was preparing for Halloween. Their had been rumours that near the old village a ghost with a creepy face had been circling around , scafing those who had gottsn too closs and objects had been turning to life chasing people out , Quite an interesting scare!

Skully walked over to the abandoned village , the aura in the town suddenly gone eerie, it had gotten so quiet , was this really the scare town he had heard of? Something touched his shoulder, he turned around confused.

"BOO" a voice screamed , an oni mask on their face as they floated behind him

(Sorry about the bad quality)

(2nd Person .P.o.v)

This was an interesting reaction? Most people used to run away but this one stood here , with a big smile of glee on his face. You took off the mask , dropping down to your normal height which was much smaller than him.

"Sir? Are you okay?" You asked politely, some objects flew over to watch what was going on , and then suddenly the man took your arm and gave it a little kiss, you were shook.

"I'm Skully J Graves , pleasure meeting you , I heard about what you did and I'm truly overjoyed , you'd be the perfect one to help us at out for Halloween ! You'd help us out right?" He had now grabbed both of your hands , holding them to his chest , he was giddy like a schoolchild , practically jumping with joy.

"I-uh....I." you were at loss for words , you could just run away right? You had done this many times , you needed the confidence, where was your mask , what would you say??? "I-uh...I'll help!" You were quiet shocked, those words coming out your mouth , Skully dropped your hands and pulled you into a tight hug , a suffocating one at that.

"Now come with me , I'll take you down to the town centre." He said with a large smile , grabbing your hand and pulling you hard , you turned over to the village and waved at the ghosts. A few large ghosts came out of some boxes (they will look like Peronas ghosts in this case) and waved back, a small frown.

Was this a start of a new adventure?(I'll right a part two some time idk)