#kala : reads

[jeonride]

joshua reading list / fic recs !

don't forget to like + reblog the fics that you like to support the authors <3

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FICS ! ✧*

Hoax (smut, angst, mafia!shua, strangers to lovers) by @lovelyhan

Isohel (modern royalty au, prince!shua, smut, angst) by @toruro

Eyes Meeting, Hearts Apart (mild angst, prince!shua, smut) by @lovelyhan

Mr. Nice Guy (smut, neighbor!shua) by @toruro

Under The Rose (fluff, smut, frenemies childhood to lovers, kinda historical au) by @just-come-baek

Honeyduke Lovers (hogwarts au, unrequited love, hufflepuff!shua x slytherin!reader. yep this is the story of how slytherin becomes undyingly soft for hufflepuff) by @http-mianhae

Steamy (smut, next door neighbor!shua) by @duhnova

written by @onlyhuis :

Cranberry Concoctions (smut, a little angst & fluff, 1920s, prohibition au)

Leaning on The Everlasting Arms (angst, smut, some fluff, bible college au)

Fine Line (fluff, smut, angst, figure skater!shua) by @heartkyeom

Prove it, You Won't (fluff, angst, humor, tattoo artist au) by @leejungchans

Oceans and Engines (fluff, exes to lovers, a lil' angst) by @renjunphile

Lover Boy (regency era romance, commoner!shua x aristocrat fem!reader, historical drama) by @starlightxsvt

Gentleman (angst, fluff, sugar daddy au) by @starlightxsvt

Wildest Dreams (bestfriends to lovers, fluff, humor) by @viastro

The Type (smut, fluff, college boyfriend!shua) by @bitchlessdino

Your Gentleman (smut, camboy!shua) by @wonwussy

Fighting for Your Love (smut, threesome ft. jeonghan) by @rubyreduji

Half Past Five High The Series (ft. mingyu, smut, angst, minor fluff, rich people au, love triangle, cheating. supermodel!gyu, photographer!shua x influencer fem!reader) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

Paint Me Numbers (fluff, shallow angst, guitarist/bandmate!shua) by @chocosvt

Domino (fluff, crack, smut) by @universecorp

Nasty (smut, fluff) by @soonigiri

Menace (smut) by @jeonghantis

You're All That Matters (fluff, bf!shua) by @heartsfromia

Be My Date (fluff, minor angst) by @heartsfromia

Mine (smut) by @luxekook

Meant for Each Other (fluff, soulmate au) by @slytherinshua

Golden Hour (best friends to lovers, fluff, slice of life, summer vacation au) by @dkfile

An Interview with An Angel (meet cute, fluff, reporter!shua) by @hannyoontify

Our Fairytale (smut, fluff) by @zuhacore

DRABBLES / SCENARIOS ! ✧*

at every table, i'll save you a seat (fluff) by @suhnshinehaos

bad habits (exes with benefits, smut, mild angst) by @lovelyhan

pretty when you cry (smut) by @cheolhub

quiet time (smut) by @number1mingyustan

acouasm (smut) by @angelwoozi

when you can't sleep but shua is right next to you (fluff, comfort) by @wonwoonlight

one-up (smut) by @sluttywonwoo

golden boy's mercy (smut) by @bitchlessdino

17. 12 (smut) by @lovelyhan

14. 13 (smut) by @toruro

after a long day (smut) by @sevngmin148

title (fluff, established relationship, ceo) by @leejungchans

relax (fluff, smut, established relationship) by @playmetheclassics

shower (fluff) @husbandhannie

stay up (fluff) by @bitterie-sweetie

about you : valentine's special (fluff, angst, friends to lovers) by @shuawonie

fruit (smut) by @onlyseokmins

i love you, always (fluff, comfort) by @monnn

10.32 (fluff, bf!shua) by @elysianeclipxe

clingy (fluff) and smitten (fluff) by @slytherinshua

we won't change because we're engraved in each other's heart (fluff) by @wooahaes

#joshua fic #seventeen joshua #joshua hong #joshua fluff #joshua smut #joshua x reader #joshua imagines #joshua scenarios #joshua drabble #joshua angst #joshua au #seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen smut #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #kala : reads #kala : fic recs #reading list #fic recommendation #fic recs #fic reading #svt joshua #hong jisoo

[kala-mies]

The bad bitch I pulled by revitalizing the infrastructure

#discworld #adora belle dearheart #sometimes I wonder why some dw character names were ever translated for the Finnish versions I mostly read #because while I get making sure pun names like Adora Belle work #why did the translate Reg Show to Reiska Hutsala #It took me SO long to get who tf everyone was talking about when they mentioned him #kala art

[blazedrawsstuff]

#memes #cuphead #cala maria #splatoon #squid sisters #monster high #kala mer'ri #(Fun fact: Kala's name can be read as 'fish sea' in the Finnish language)

[valiantstarlights]

Chef Hob's family and the food truck's origin story

Hob is half-English and half-Indian. His father, Mr. Gadling, is from London. His mother, Mrs. Dandekar-Gadling, is from Mumbai. Hob was born in the UK.

Unfortunately, Hob was orphaned at an early age. And since his father had no remaining living relatives, (his paternal grandparents died a long time ago and his father was an only child), Hob was taken in by his maternal uncle's family in Mumbai.

His uncle, Sanyam Dandekar, is the current head of the family-owned and operated restaurant in Mumbai. It's small but thriving, and is well-regarded in the community. As the restaurant is on the ground floor of the building where the Dandekar family live, it's hard to escape the tantalizing smell of food wafting constantly from below.

It's from Sanyam that Hob learns to love food, to cook well, and to love making people happy through his cooking.

His aunt, Priya, always encourages him to go after his dreams. She was there for him every step of the way when he applied for a scholarship to go to a fancy culinary school in the UK. When he was accepted, she was the first person he told the news to, and she was so proud of him that she immediately called up her friends to share the good news with them. (Hob had had to endure maybe half a dozen aunties trying to introduce him to their daughters and nieces.)

His female cousins, Kala and Daya, love Hob very much and treat him as their older brother.

Kala has always been very intelligent even as a child, and she got bullied for it at school. Hob was quick to put an end to that and told her to reach even higher so she can leave everyone in the ground while she sails among the stars. Kala shyly told him she would build a spaceship for their entire family so she wouldn't have to sail the stars alone.

Daya was the more easy-going sister. She tried her best to teach Hob to dance, and never made fun of him even when he eventually accepted that he had two left feet. When she was rejected by a boy who told her she was so ugly that she'll never find anyone who'll love her, Hob got in trouble for beating the shit out of him, but he has no regrets about it. (Kala did not get in trouble for setting the boy's schoolbag on fire because she didn't get caught.)

Hob was so afraid when he found out that he was bisexual, but his family accepted him and treated him the same as they always did. His aunt Priya even promised not to matchmake him with anyone even though he's such a catch. They'll all just wait and see who he brings home. No judgment or pressure whatsoever.

He misses them fiercely when he gets to the UK. Especially when Kala gets married and he couldn't travel back because he had back-to-back exams, both theoretical and practical.

Still, he pushes himself to study hard, graduates with distinction, and eventually becomes a professional chef at a fancy hotel.

Hob's family are very proud of him and always call him to tell him so. Daya begs him to return and cook for them. Hob says he's still saving up enough vacation days. Rajan, Kala's husband and the current CEO of a major pharmaceutical company, offers to pay for his transportation. He graciously accepts because he's not an idiot.

After a couple of years, he finally accumulated enough vacation days to travel back to India for a long visit. The first thing he did is to cook a feast for his family (which now includes Rajan). He cooks traditional Indian food as well as food from other countries that he thinks they'll like.

(He adjusts the recipes to fit into their religion-based dietary restrictions, and adjusts some more when some ingredients are not readily available. He's a professional chef, after all.)

Daya is all about the taiyaki. Kala is in love with the vegetable lumpia. Rajan has strategically rearranged the dishes on the table so the plate of jollof rice is always close to him. Priya asks him to give his uncle his recipe for the vegetable moussaka. Sanyam is in tears because of how proud he is of Hob and how delicious everything is. He tells Hob that when he dies (far, far into the future), Hob is welcome to take over the restaurant.

Hob spends most of his time in India in the restaurant's kitchen with his uncle, and they experiment and add new things to the menu. Hob gets to talk to customers he's known ever since he was a child. They are all very proud of him and sing praises for the restaurant's new menu items.

Hob leaves India a month later with a much lighter heart.

When he returns to being a chef in the fancy hotel though, he finds that he is increasingly frustrated and unsatisfied. He feels like he should be happy and grateful. Instead he feels burned out.

He calls Kala, who is the closest to him age-wise, for advice. She simply asks him, "What do you want?"

He sighs and says, "I thought I wanted to be a chef. But now that I am one, I feel lost."

Silence. Then Kala says, "May I say something potentially controversial and not have you hang up on me?"

Hob chuckles and tells her to go ahead and say what she needs to say. In fact, maybe he needs to hear the potentially controversial thing to snap him out of this wretched state.

"I don't think you really want to be a chef."

Wow. "So far, so bad. Go on."

"No, listen: you have always loved cooking for us. You and dad. It's how you show your love. But where you're working currently, it's like you're a machine. Day in and day out, you're just completing orders. How many times since you started working there did you go out of the kitchen to talk to the guests? How often do you get to experiment with new culinary creations without anyone trying to stifle your creativity?"

Kala's tone implied that she knew the answer. "You might say that it will get worse before it gets better, but will it really? If I ask you now what your happiest memory is of your workplace, what will you tell me?"

"I--" Hob clears his throat and blinks away the tears that had snuck up on him. "When the hotel called me to tell me they had accepted my application. I immediately called home and all of you were so proud of me. I even heard Uncle announcing it to the entire restaurant in the background."

"Oh, Hob..." And now Kala sounded like she was gonna cry too. "I wish I were there so I can give you a hug."

"Virtual hug accepted. Is that the end of your controversial pep talk or is there more?"

"I think that's enough controversial things for now," Kala says. "Rajan and I are going to London in a couple of weeks for pleasure. We should meet up so you can show us all the good spots to eat at and then we can talk more."

They said their goodbyes soon after. Hob spends a lot of time that night just looking at the ceiling, not wanting to go to work but inevitably has to when his alarm goes off.

Kala was right. Being a chef granted him all sorts of qualifications and symbolized that he is a master in the field, but he isn't in it for the title. His uncle isn't a professional chef, yet Hob wouldn't claim to surpass his skills. And between the two of them, he knows who the happier one is.

Rajan and Kala arrived with a couple of bodyguards named Vikram and Wolfgang. Hob remembers them from his visit to India. Vikram is as stoic as bodyguards come, but Wolfgang has a different, more dangerous kind of intensity.

Hob shows them all the good dining spots he has discovered over the years, and all five of them eat well.

It was during their outing that Hob notices the food vendors on the street. They look...happy. They work just as hard as the other chefs in the hotel, with the main difference being that the customers are right in front of them, and they get to see their reactions.

It was very heartwarming to see tourists trying the local street food and seeing their faces light up after their first bite.

At the end of the day, Hob tells Kala of his food truck idea. It's almost embarrassing how excited he sounds, but Kala is excited too. She grabs Rajan and tells him about it. Rajan grabs Wolfgang and asks him about it. Hob almost expects Wolfgang to grab Vikram too, but Vikram just looks on, looking amused.

In the end, Wolfgang shrugs and says it's doable, and just like that, they're drawing plans and trying to come up with names.

("What about 'Gadling's'?"

Kala hummed. "I guess...I mean, that is your name. No one can argue that."

"I feel like you just insulted me, my father, and my paternal ancestors."

"Hob, our family restaurant's name is Dandekar. We are all basic here.")

("Glad Tidings?"

Wolfgang huffed a laugh. "No, Rajan."

"I think it's a good name."

"I think you need to go to sleep. How many hours has it been since you slept? Forty-eight?"

"Are you the sleep police now, my wolf?"

"Kala, I'm taking Rajan to bed."

"Alright," Kala says distractedly. She is currently looking at the kitchen plans, specifically the stove set-up. "Have fun. Don't hog all the blankets."

Hob's eyebrows have migrated to the ceiling. He doesn't think they quite know what they let slip, but he isn't going to pry until they're ready to talk to him about it. He looks at Vikram to see his reaction, but the man just looks like this is a thing that happens often and isn't bothered in the slightest.)

They videocall six people all over the world--mutual friends, Kala says--and all of them put their heads rogether to make Hob's food truck idea into a reality.

Hob is overwhelmed by their support. Rajan has promised to fund everything if Hob lets him eat for free when he's in town. Sun from Korea seconds him and agrees to lend monetary support as well, and to help him expand to Korea if the venture is successful. Capheus, the matatu driver from Nairobi, is flying to London to help customize the food truck. If possible, he sounds even more excited than Hob himself. Nomi from San Francisco and Will from Chicago volunteers to get the papers and forms sorted. Actual famous actor Lito Rodriguez from Mexico promises to promote his foodtruck when he goes to London to shoot a movie.

"When and where did you meet and befriend all these people?" Hob asks Kala. They all sounded like old friends and had inside jokes that Hob didn't understand. (What in the world is a tequila-squared?) Kala just smiles at him and says, "The internet exists for a reason, you know."

"Let me guess," Hob said in a low voice so the others won't hear. "An online dating site?"

Kala shrieks with laughter and hits him with a throw pillow.

Soon, the food truck is ready and Hob is in awe of everyone who pitched in and helped. He literally could not have achieved this so quickly without any of them.

Kala hugs him tight. "You deserve to be happy, Hob."

Hob hugs her back. Every person they videocalled (and Wolfgang's brother Felix) is coming to visit with their plus ones and twos to try out Hob's menu to taste-test before opening, and will stay until the grand opening a week later to help in promoting the foodtruck. They even have Riley from Iceland going to DJ for them.

"Should we invite aunt and uncle and Daya?"

"Do you really think we could stop them if they want to be here?" Kala asks him incredulously. "Have you met our sister?"

Hob has handed in his resignation notice as soon as the food truck's kitchen had been operational. That had been two weeks ago. He feels like a huge burden has been lifted from his shoulders the moment the e-mail was sent.

It can only get better from here.

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P.S. I'm basic as hell at naming, so if you have ideas on what Hob's food truck should be called, speak now or forever hold your peace.

#Chef Hob AU #minor spoilers for Sense8! #you read that right #it suddenly became sort of a Sense8 crossover because I owe Sanyam Dandekar my first exposure to Indian food #gods bless him honestly #he'll be a good uncle and role model for young Chef!Hob #I will have a Rajan-Kala-Wolfgang throuple as a treat to myself #if Amanita can have 3 dads so can Kala's future children have 2 #this is still a no powers AU though #dreamling #the sandman #sense8 #my writing

[coolauntlilith]

So I finally watched Sense8. I regret not watching it sooner for a couple reasons. But I'm so glad I finally watched it.

#i dont know why it got canceled #but it ended well for being canceled #AND ITS SO QUEER. ITS SOOOOO QUEER #two confirmed bi women. amanita had bi colored hair but being exclusively wlw the whole show she could be lesbian. a trans lesbian!!!! #all the men are queer. they are. i love how comfortable they are with each other. and RAJAN IS A GODDAMN KING. ID DIE FOR THAT MAN #sun and mun 🥺🥺🥺 omfgggg i love them. i kinda headcanon sun as demi- or gray-aroace and mun 😭 HES A FUCKING KING TOO #and diego 🥺 and felix 🥺 and Rileys dad 🥺 and Caphaes' mom 🥺 and amanita's parents 🥺 nomi's sister 🥺 and Kala's parents 🥺 #SO MANY CHARACTERS WERE AMAZING!!!!! #also lowkey still in awe that there was a polycule through the whole show and then in the end theres a second one??? whaaaaat!!! amaaazing #ALSO ⚠️ BEFORE ANY YELLS AT ME FOR MAYBE MISSING A DETAIL ⚠️ Im human. maybe i got up for a drink and didnt pause. #bc thats a crime i commit often lol. so if im misinterpreting something dont chop off my head ok? i saw polycules you didnt have to #i saw an aroace reading. i dont totally know if i sit by that any more bc i think sun x mun is built well. like dont attack me over musings #ok. done for now #sense8 #aunt posting

[weirdfishy]

Last Line Tag (+ word count tag)

thanks @writingforevren for the tag!!

Then more bonding would happen and then— well.

from my you-can’t-be-bad-at-this silly goofy fic with a fic-writer MC which recently got resurrected bc someone commented on it 😭🫶🏽

8 words so 8 ppl and imma try to tag ppl other than my usual suspects,, hello :))

@delta-pavonis @rinatthemin @notallsandmen @toapoet @emacrosstheveil @shire-bard @bellamyblakru @wizardofgoodfortune

#tagg@me #writing #fishy’s fics #last line tag #ohmygods em i still have to read your fic 😅 kala mai

[aestherin]

i bought my very first manga earlier (impulsively :'D) and it was the start of the swordsmith village arc in demon slayer bc i've been wanting to read the part that comes after s3 hehe

#rambles #ri magastos #kala mo anak ng mayaman amp #WAS TEMPTED TO BUY THE ONE WITH GYU ON THE COVER BUT #I WANTED TO BE PRACTICAL SO I BOUGHT THE ONE I SHOULD BE READING :'D

[skinnyscottishbloke]

Straight Ships I Actually Love

Rick x Evie (The Mummy 1999)

Booth x Brennan (Bones)

Doctor x Rose (Doctor Who)

Jake x Amy (Brooklyn Nine Nine)

Kanthony (The Viscount Who Loved Me, Julia Quinn/Bridgerton s02)

Daine x Numair (Immortals Quartet, Tamora Pierce)

Arwen x Aragorn (LOTR)

Margaret x John (North and South)

Bangel (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

LoVe (Veronica Mars)

Alanna x George (Song of the Lioness Quartet, Tamora Pierce)

#gratuitous text post #I’m sure this list is incomplete #also like #I don’t have hardison/parker/eliot cause it’s…not 100% straight??? #or like wolfgang/kala/rajan #not 100% straight either #but I was just trying to think of straight ships I care enough about to put on the blog #and this is what I’ve got lol #LoVe I like better in the original series and fic than the revamped series #zutara I like in fic but as far as the show goes I was fine with kataang #so I’m more ambivalent on what I read #all my other ships are hella gaaaaaaayyyy #lmao #also if you’re still reading this rambling you deserve a cookie lmao

[jeonride]

mingi reading list / fic recs !

don't forget to like + reblog fics that you like to support the authors <3

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FICS ! ✧*

Counting Stars (smut, also so fucking fluffy & soft you'll get butterflies) by @min-gis

My Way (fluff, angst, suggestive, bodyguard!mingi) by @sorryimananti-romantic

We Fell in Love in August (fluff, smut, brother's bestfriend!mingi) by @mingigoo

The Library Illusion: The Temple Guardian (smut, fantasy, naga!mingi) by @kwanisms

Inked Up (tattoo artist au, smut) by @huihuiheart

Nothing Compares To You (smut, fluff, established relationship) by @noramoons

Slow Down (smut, established relationship) by @strawberryya

Thique (smut, fluff) by @gojosnympho

Numb My Pain (smut, friends to lovers) by @yeonjuns-beanie

Bound In Blood (smut, angst, fated lovers au, vampire!mingi) by @nateezfics

Grant Me The Light (smut, angst, a lil' fluff, dystopian au) by @mingiswow

Skinny Dipping (smut, fluff, gentle dom!mingi) by @byuntrash101

For Me (smut, fluff, angst, sugar daddy au) by @hwanchaesong

Late Night (smut, fluff) @binniesbobastay

Sexual Feeling (smut) by @robyn-core

Jealous (2/2) (smut) by @cyberpxnk

Such A Tease (smut) by @call-me-bha

See Me After Class (angst, smut) by @ateezreactionsandscenarios

Use Me (smut, angst) by @hwaightme

Punishment + Dacryphilia (smut) by @hongism

Sour (smut, angst. with continual parts and different endings) by @itsbeeble

Kinkuary 21 (smut) by @kwanisms

DRABBLES / SCENARIOS ! ✧*

written by @min-gis :

i've never felt alone with you (smut but also so fucking fluffy & soft i got butterflies)

12.27 am (smut, fluff!)

written by @mimgi :

and you're here (smut but also so fluffy i'm cryin) by

pretty please (smut, fluffy!)

wedding buddies (smut, fluff, fake dating au) by @idyllic-ghost

rainy morning (smut, established relationship, soft dom! mingi) @nateezfics

7.36 (smut, fluff) by @riboism

make up sex (smut, fluff) by @nateezfics

somnophilia (smut, lil' fluff?? ig) by @hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf

written by @ateezreactionsandscenarios :

thigh riding (smut, soft dom!mingi i'm cryin bc of how soft he speaks)

orgasm control (smut)

fingering (smut)

you're blushing (fluff) by @biaswreckingfics

written by @danihow :

fix you (fluff, simping, reader is mingis's spouse)

24 to 25 (fluff, dad!mingi)

face time (smut) by @byuntrash101

sleep habits (smut) by @cas-skz

the night doesn't belong to god (smut) by @straykids-97

obsession (perv!mingi) by @cybrsan

00.12 (smut, in which mingi wanted fem!reader to sit on his face) by @kwanisms

ungodly hour (smut) by @nabis-dreamscape-world

hard thoughts (smut) by @ateez-melody

22.36 (smut, fluff) by @star1117-archives

the star (smut, professor!mingi) by @flowerboykun

good morning (smut, fluff) by @mingisval

sixty-nine (smut) by @ocean-ai

written by @last-words-ofashootingstar :

sweet dreams (smut, sub!mingi)

don't make me beg (smut, sub!mingi)

use it (smut) by @a-soft-hornytiny

written by @ateezscupid :

random thoughts (smut, soft dom!mingi)

seductive (fluff, smut, crackhead energy)

hard hours : mingi eating you out (smut) by @soobberries

hard thoughts : kiss me thru the phone (smut, fluff) by @kpopscruggles

cold coffee (smut) by @cyberpunkhwx

stop staring (fluff) by @blu-joons

dom!mingi x innocent!reader (suggestive) @/sluttywonwoo

choco ice cream (fluff) by @/woosluv

caramel popcorn (fluff, bestfriends to lovers) by @/leejungchans

model student (fluff, tutored!mingi) by @/itgetsquiet

"don't read that, the lyrics aren't ready yet" (fluff) by @/imaginidol

sick (fluff) by @/lovelyjaem

thoughts on mingi : fucking you for the first time (nsfw, fluffy) by @/minranghae

#song mingi #mingi #ateez mingi #mingi smut #mingi fluff #mingi imagines #mingi fic #mingi scenarios #mingi drabble #mingi hard thoughts #mingi hard hours #ateez smut #ateez smut drabbles #ateez fluff #ateez imagines #kala : reads #kala : fic recs #ateez fic #fic recommendation #fic recs #fic reading #mingi angst

[kala-mies]

Moisted up on a Monday afternoon in honor of me finally finishing his series

#discworld #moist von lipwig #going postal #making money #raising steam #ironically going postal was the LAST book of the trilogy I got my hands on #the true reading order is whatever my local library has at the moment #kala art

[confessions-of-an-old-cassette]

new writing project, you guys know what that means

NEW OC LORE

Jesse Jansen

Jesse is the eldest daughter of the Jansen family, and is known county wide as the "rebellious daughter." The kind of girl parents compare their children too, ("Well, the Smiths' son sure is wild, but he's no Jesse!"). She's a text book punk, and is constantly finding ways to undermine both the world's system and the system her parents put in place. She loves her younger sister more than life itself, and that's why she's the only person that knows what happened to her.

Ellenaor Jansen

Ellenaor is the youngest Jansen daughter, and since she was 11 years old she's had one dream: to become a pilot. But her strict Christian parents would never let her do so, but don't worry, as soon as she moves out, she's joining the Air Force. Everything is going perfectly, until an alien girl plummets into her life and changes it forever. You see, on Kolia a seer foresaw that another seer from a different world would change Kolia forever, beginning a 100 year war on whether to find her or not. Ellenaor is that seer, but she doesn't know it, not yet. But when the mysterious alien wants to bring Ellenaor into her own world, Ellenaor must face the reality of faking her own death to everyone she loves, and coming face to face that she is either a savior or a ticking time bomb.

Näkla Azri De’kalik Forfect

Born as the sole heir to the Traditionalist (the Kolian monarchy's opposition to finding the prophesied seer, later reveled to be Ellenaor) monarchy and an incredibly powerful mind reader, Näkla, better known as Kala, has no doubt her life will be a meaningful one. But when the Futurists (the Kolian people, for finding the prophesied seer) attacked the gala celebrating her 14th birthday, her whole life is tipped off balance. She joins the Kolian Space Corps is a desperate urge to prove herself, and is humiliated by being assigned as a surveyor to a small scout ship researching Earth. But what Kala learns is that a group of Traditionalists have survived, and are aiming to attack Earth. In a strange newfound love for the human people, she disobeys direct orders and sends a message to Earth, warning them. Kala falls from grace once again, and quite literally, through a thunder storm leaving her with nasty scars, but right into the arms of one Ellenaor Jansen. Kala soon realizes Ellenaor is not what she seems, but to save her people and save herself, Kala will be forced to make decisions that weigh love against faith, and loyalty above survival.

#ellenaor jansen and her shooting star #Ellenaor Kansen #Näkla Azri De’kalik Forfect #Kala #Jesse Jansen #ellenaor x kala forever btw guys #new tragic space lesbians #i never do change do i #writers #writeblr #writers on tumblr #oc lore #sci fi fantasy #sci fi ocs #magical powers #mind reading #prophecies #future sight

[okay-the-rebel]

Relistening to tombs of atuan, Ursula K Le Guin packs so much in and just gets it man, one of the the most atmospheric books I've ever read. The world building is so streamlined you understand perfectly where you are so perfectly you could be there but without beating you over the head with it, you live in the pages with Arha. And like the nameless ones feel so present. Its all so dead and you can feel it, the ancientry and weight they exert over the story is palpable. litterally The author of all time

#ursula k le GOAT #kudos to Aysha Kala this reading is great

[pandithnadish]

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The Daughter's Return: Part 8

The Captain and the Barmaid

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Word Count: 5.1k Characters: female reader x Portgas D. Ace CW: nothing crazy, just some creepy marines

You took a quick shower and didn’t spend as long as you would’ve liked on your hair and makeup, but you made the deadline. You had your gown and high heels in a bag to change into once you arrived on the island, as well as a pocket mirror, some emergency mascara, and lipgloss in case you needed a touch-up later. And the foundation/concealer combo that Whitey had given you this morning. 

You had been waiting in your father's study for five minutes before the next person walked in. Two people, actually, a man and a woman. 

“You must be Mihal and Kala,” you said, rising to your feet.

“Mihal,” the man said. “Kala,” he said, pointing to the girl. “And you’re not Ace, so I’m guessing you’re the new strategist.”

“You’d be correct,” you said. You all each gave a small formal introduction and began to create some small talk before two blonde-haired men came through the door.

It took you a second to realize the man next to Marco was Ace. His once black, greasy hair had been dyed, washed, and blow-dried. He looked like an entirely new person. His now sandy blonde hair made all of his features look softer and kinder. Even without his Marine outfit on, you found yourself unable to look away. 

You were so caught up in admiring his new look, you didn’t realize that Ace was staring right back at you. Everyone watched you both for a while before Marco cleared his throat. 

“Alright kiddos, let's move.”

“Wait, Marco,” you said, looking around. “I need a firework.”

“A firework?” Kala asked.

“I’ll explain on the rowboat. But we’ll need it.”

Marco sighed and opened one of your father’s cabinets. He handed the firework and a few matches to you, and you carefully stuck it in your bag alongside your formal outfit. The group then walked silently to the deck and loaded onto the rowboat. You could sense that Kala and Mihal were nervous, but you weren't sure what to say to ease their worries. 

Ace and Marco rowed their way to shore as you laid out the plan. 

“So our goal is for me and Ace to review the plans unnoticed. If everything works out that way, we’ll grab a photo and meet back here at midnight. If things go sideways, Ace and I will act as the diversion while you all go get photos of the schematics. Once you have the pictures, set off the firework to let Ace and I know we can retreat. Marco, if you see the firework, you’ll know that we’ll be laying low on the island for the night, and then come around to the northern side of the island and collect us the following morning. We’ll meet by the cluster of rocks on the northern shore and signal you with our pocket mirrors.”

“You’re really planning to stay on the island after the Navy knows you’re here?” Marco questioned.

You nodded. “If they recognize me or Ace, the first place they’re going to look is the sea. We’re better off lying low on the island and leaving after sunrise.”

“What if we can’t get to the firework after we get the schematics?” Kala asked.

“Me and Ace will cause a diversion until midnight. We’ll set the firework off at midnight if you all haven’t gotten to it and let everyone know to retreat or lay low.”

“And if you can’t get to the firework?” Mihal asked. He was thorough in his questioning, but you didn't mind. You'd rather him catch a flaw in your plan now than later. 

You held up your fist and clenched it. Your skin started to bubble, the magma underneath it, eager to escape. “If I can’t find the firework, I’ll just make my own.”

Marco laughed. “Smart.”

You grinned proudly. “I try.”

“Do you expect that you and Ace will fail?” Mihal asked, looking at you skeptically. “Seems like you have more of a backup plan than a primary plan.”

“It’s just good to have a backup plan for when shit hits the fan,” you said. “Because shit usually hits the fan.”

Mihal nodded, seemingly satisfied with your answers. You all rode the rest of the way in silence. The others seemed nervous, even Ace and Marco, but you were downright giddy. You were excited to see some action and have some fun again. This is what being a pirate was all about. 

As soon as you hit land, you jumped out of the boat. “I need to run to the bar really fast, I’ll be right back.”

The others gave you a curious look, but you ignored them. There was one more thing you needed to make sure your plan went smoothly. 

“Welcome to the Lonely Duck, how can I help you?” The girl had your hair color. That would make this easier. 

“Hi!” You pushed enthusiasm and joy into your voice, trying your best to act normal. “I’m so sorry! Can I use your bathroom?”

“Oh sure!” the girl at the bar said. 

“You are the best…what was your name?”

The girl smiled. “Kadie!”

“Well Kadie, you are an absolute lifesaver! Thank you!” You said as you ran into the bathroom. 

You stepped into the bathroom and touched up your makeup. Your mascara was slightly smudged, and the foundation that was hiding your hickies was starting to smudge. Once you were satisfied with your makeup, you flushed the toilet and walked back out. “You are truly the best, Kadie! I hope the rest of your day is as great as you are!”

“I’m actually about to get off work and go for a sunset hike with my boyfriend, so I think it will be!”

God, this girl really did check off all the boxes. You grinned back at her and dropped a few coins in the tip jar, hoping she would spill some more information. “Which trail?” you asked.

“Mount Klemson! It’s our three-month anniversary.”

She was a cute girl. You wondered what it would be like to live a life as boring as hers. 

“Big plans!” you feigned enthusiasm. “Good luck on your hike.” You gave her a wink and then rushed out the door. 

You walked back to the group, who were all mostly changed. The sun had begun sinking into the sky, which meant that it was almost time for your arrival at the ball. 

“We’re heading out,” Kala said. She was dawning a gorgeous long-sleeved red gown. “See you there.”

“Good luck!” you called, ducking into the abandoned cabin. 

Ace stood guard outside of the door as you stripped your day clothes off. Marco had packed a few jewelry options, but you chose the dangling pearl earrings and sapphire necklace to wear. You slipped on your gown, careful not to get it dirty. Then, you put on your white gloves and tightened your corset as much as you could bear, throwing it in a sloppy bowtie and tucking it into your dress. You would deal with how to get that off later. 

There wasn’t much you could check, but you opened your pocket mirror and examined your face one last time. You tucked away your bag with the firework, clothes, and jewelry into an open floorboard, and opened the door to see Ace waiting for you. 

Ace stared at you, once again taken away by how regal you looked. His mouth had dropped open, as if he had plans to comment on your appearance, but you didn’t give him the chance. You interlaced your arm with his, and the two of you began walking toward the giant mansion that was hosting the party.

“You look nice,” Ace said with a small smile, bumping against your shoulder lightly. 

“You look…different.”

His eyes widened, and he grabbed a piece of blonde hair to analyze it. “Good different or bad different?”

“Good different,” you assured him. “But I like your black hair better.”

“My mom had blonde hair. Makes me feel a bit more connected to her.” He sounded sad when he said that. You wanted to ask more but got the feeling he didn’t want to talk about it.

“You look nice in that Captain suit too,” you commented. “You’d make a good Marine.”

Ace groaned. “You sound like my grandpa.”

You snorted. “Your grandpa?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, shaking his head. “He always wanted me to be a Marine.”

“If only he could see you now,” you giggled, elbowing him playfully. 

He lightly chuckled, but his eyes were darting around nervously. You could see the mansion in full view now, and at least a hundred Marines were already standing in line. This was an extremely high-level event. You recognized several Vice Admirals and heard rumors that Sengoku would be making an appearance. If anyone recognized either you or Ace, there was a very good chance your mission would fail. 

“It'll be fine. Let’s do this,” you muttered, both of you taking a synchronous deep breath and setting your shoulders back, trying your best to appear confident and important. 

Getting in was easy. Two Officers were at the door, but they saluted Ace as he walked by. He held a higher status than them, and they didn’t even ask for credentials. 

“I could get used to this,” Ace mumbled in your ear. 

His words made you giggle as you looked around the ballroom. It was a massive room, and the floor was made entirely of white marble. There was an orchestra playing on the stage, and several people were waltzing on the dance floor. Waiters weaved in and out of people, offering drinks and appetizers. 

Your eyes quickly found people of note. You had made a strategic plan a few years ago, a comprehensive list of every high-ranking Navy Officer and the best course of action if the crew ever encountered them. It wouldn’t do much good with them all here at once, but you were quite familiar with almost everyone in the room because of it. 

Several rear admirals, vice admirals, and at least one admiral was present. You couldn’t find Sengoku, but you were certain at an event this high level and the rumors swirling, he’d be making an appearance. You could feel yourself growing uneasy. You knew this mission was going to be difficult, but you hadn’t expected your odds to be so low. 

Ace pressed his lips to your ear, speaking quietly to you. “Don’t focus on that right now. We have plenty of time. Let’s work on blending in first, okay?”

He was right, of course. You were amongst some high-level Navymen, and they didn’t get their titles by being idiots. For the first part of the night, they would be on guard, watching anyone they found suspicious. After a few drinks, they would relax, and then you would be able to make your move. 

It was easy to blend in. Ace was someone who could easily make friends, and he was masterful about making the conversation about someone else. Your job was the same as all of the other women there: be pretty eye candy and stay quiet. Normally you would detest such a role, but your mind was busy trying to find a way to the plans without drawing attention to yourself. 

You spent the evening drinking bubbly champagne out of crystal flutes, taking tiny snacks off of a silver platter, and dancing a slow waltz with your now golden-haired Navy Captain. The drinks and the food were magnificent, but your favorite part of the evening by far was the moments you spent on the dance floor. 

Ace was a fantastic dancer, which surprised you. Everything you knew about him suggested he shouldn’t know the difference between a ballroom waltz and a quickstep, but he always seemed to find the perfect moves for whatever rhythm was played. And he was a skillful leader in every dance, holding you firm while giving you enough grace to follow on your own. The two of you quickly began to draw a crowd of women who were desperate for a dance with him. 

Ace looked nervously at you for a moment as the women fawned over him, but you waved him on. For some reason, they didn’t bother you. If any of these women knew who Ace truly was, they would run away in fear. You found it quite humorous, given the circumstances.

“Are you sure?” Ace asked, watching you closely. 

“Yes of course,” you said, giggling. “My feet hurt anyway. Go show these ladies what they’re missing out on.” You gave him a wink, and his freckled cheeks pinkened. 

You used your time to sit at a nearby table and observe the rest of the room, specifically the second floor. The steps that led to the second floor were guarded by two rear admirals, and the second-story balcony that overlooked the ballroom held some of the high-level members of the Navy. 

Sengoku had finally made an appearance, and he stuck close to one of his admirals, Aokiji. Several vice admirals were also present, but the one that worried you most was Monkey D. Garp, Hero of the Navy. You don’t get a title like that without doing something grandeur. From what you remembered, even your father seemed to be weary of him. 

You had been so busy watching the admirals, you hadn't noticed that they had been watching Ace for a few minutes. You cursed the oversight. Ace seemed to be drawing attention to himself, which was the last thing either of you needed. 

You were about to go grab him off the dance floor when an older gentleman sat down next to you. 

“Now tell me,” he cooed, his eyes raking over your body. “What’s a lovely lady like you doing all alone at this table?”

The rank on his uniform indicated he was a rear admiral, but you were unfamiliar with who he was. He must’ve risen through the ranks while you had been away. But a real admiral was still a high status, and he could get you up to that second story if you played your cards right. Ace could handle himself for a few more minutes. 

You smiled sweetly at him, pretending to not notice his lingering gaze. “My date kind of ditched me,” you said. “But I’m so honored to be in this place, surrounded by so many high-ranking and powerful men.”

The man chuckled. “Your date doesn’t know what he’s missing out on, darling.”

You forced a blush to rise to your cheeks. “You’re too kind.”

He rose from the seat, holding his hand out. “Rear Admiral Catacombo, at your service.”

You let out a high-pitched giggle and took his hand. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Kadie.”

“Kadie.” The sharpness of the name on his lips almost made you flinch. “Would you like to dance?” 

Every bone in your body told you to get away from this man, but you took his hand and let him lead you to the dancefloor. He was a decent dancer. Not as good as Ace; he was too forceful in his directions and too demanding of your attention for the dance itself to be enjoyable. But you gritted your teeth and went along with a smile for the possibility of getting access to the upper level of the house. 

“Did you know this house actually belongs to my grandfather?” Catacombo said in a boastful tone. 

Your eyes widened. You could roll with this. He was practically handing those schematics to you on a silver platter. 

“Really?” you asked.

“It’s quite magnificent, isn’t it? I spent most of my younger days here, playing in the courtyard.”

“Oh, what a dream!” you said, just slightly too exaggerated. Luckily Catacombo found your admiration endearing. You lowered your eyes, trying your best to appear embarrassed. “Can I tell you a secret, Catacombo?”

He leaned in close to you, his face almost touching yours. “Of course.”

You blushed, trying not to visibly react to the stench of cigars and alcohol that was being blown into your face with every breath. “Promise you won’t judge me.”

“I promise, I promise!”

You turned away feigning embarrassment, and took a fresh breath of air. 

“I have to admit,” you said. “I’ve always dreamed of coming into this home. I’ve seen it from afar for so many years, sitting so perfectly on this hill. I’ve wanted nothing more than to explore this house and meet the wonderful people who call it home.”

You were fairly certain this man fell in love with you off your words alone. You had laid the flattery on a little thick, but thankfully he seemed to like it that way. 

“Would you like to see it?” He asked.

You blinked. There was no way it could be this easy. “See what?”

“The house!” he whispered urgently, and you gave him a wide grin. 

“Are you serious?”

“Of course! Let's go!” He took your hand and started to lead you away. 

You eagerly followed, until your free hand was grabbed and you were pulled backward. 

“Hey!” you yelled, turning to see who was interrupting you. A blonde marine with freckles was scowling at you. 

“Where are you going?” Ace demanded. 

“Oh, hi!” You said, widening your eyes slightly to signal Ace. “Admiral Catacombo was just going to show me around this lovely home. I’ll be back soon!”

“No.” He gripped your hand tighter, pulling you back towards him. 

“I’ll only be gone for a few minutes,” you reasoned. “It’s fine.”

“Is there a problem?” Catacombo asked, turning back towards you and Ace. 

“Yeah, there is,” Ace said, puffing out his chest. “I think you were just trying to steal my date away from me, Rear Admiral.”

You turned slightly away from Catacombo's view and mouthed one word to Ace: stop. But he either didn’t see you or didn’t care. 

Ace forced a smile, but his words were on the verge of threatening. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to steal her back from you now.”

Catacombo’s eyes darted between you and Ace, and after a moment he let go of your hand. 

“Wait,” you said, turning towards the rear admiral. “Wait, please don’t go!”

“It was a pleasure dancing with you,” Catacombo said, giving you and your body one last longing look. “I hope our paths cross again.”

And then he disappeared into the crowd. You turned to Ace, your eyes burning with hatred. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” you hissed. 

“Don’t even! I saved you!”

“I didn’t need saving!” you snapped, struggling to keep your voice down.

“Please!” Ace cried, exasperated. “Did you even see the way he looked at you?! That guy was practically mind fucking you! All he wanted was to get you alone so he could try to get inside you!”

His voice was rising, and a few people looked over in surprise at his words. 

“Keep your voice down,” you growled.

“I’m not going to risk you getting hurt,” Ace said. 

“I can handle myself!” You could feel your skin starting to boil. “That was our golden ticket, you idiot!”

“We’ll find another way in,” Ace mumbled, looking up and down your body. “One that doesn’t leave you so…objectified.”

People were really starting to stare at you all now, mumbling to each other about Ace's words. You had drawn a lot of attention. Even without looking, you could feel eyes from the balcony watching you closely. You had lost your incognito status. It was time to move to plan B. 

Your eyes found Kala, who was watching nervously. You gave her a fraction of a nod and then looked back at Ace. It was up to them now. You had a new role.

“I’m sorry about this,” you whispered.

“Sorry about-”

You smacked him across the face as hard as you could. 

“How dare you?!?” You screamed out, taking a few steps away from him. “Whatever you are thinking sir, I am not that kind of lady!”

“What the fuck?!” Ace hissed, holding his cheek. 

False tears pooled in your eyes. “How dare you try and take advantage of me!” you screamed again, loud enough for the whole room to hear you. 

People started to crowd around you, trying to separate you and Ace. You glanced to find Kala, but she and Mihal had vanished. 

“Kadie,” Catacombo rushed back to you, grabbing you by the arm. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“Oh Catacombo,” you said, your voice filling with relief. “I’m so sorry to make a scene, I just-” you stopped speaking and collapsed into his chest, letting out a loud sob. 

“What the hell are you talking about?” Ace demanded. He started toward you, but a few Marines blocked his path. 

“Tell me what happened,” Catacombo said, rubbing your back. 

“I don't know,” You pulled away from Catacombo, wiping the fake tears from your eyes. “But he just…” you stopped to take a breath, springing up new tears. “He tried to force himself onto me.”

“I did not!” Ace yelled, though he was slowly starting to see what you were doing. “I would never-!”

“Come on, son.” An Admiral grabbed Ace by the arm. “Let's get you sobered up and have a long chat.”

Ace struggled against the Admiral, and he glanced up nervously at the balcony. You followed his gaze to see Lead Admiral Sengoku, Vice Admiral Garp, and Captain T-Bone all staring down at the scene that unfolded. You said a silent prayer to any higher power that would listen, hoping they didn’t recognize either of you. 

“Let’s get you somewhere quiet to calm down,” Catacombo chimed, still holding you close to him and rubbing his hand across your back. 

He led you up the stairs and through the crowd of high-statured Marines. You could feel eyes on you, and you kept your head down to avoid eye contact with anyone, pretending to cry with embarrassment. He continued to lead you down a length of corridors until you finally stopped in front of a room. 

He grabbed a key from his pocket and unlocked the door, and you stepped inside to find a nicely lit study. It had a desk and a conference table, papers strewn out on any surface you could see. Perhaps he had led you straight to the room you needed to be in. 

“Nobody will bother us here,” Catacombo muttered, closing the door behind him. 

You hated the way he had worded that sentence. You attempted to clear your throat, which had tightened from fear. “Could I actually bother you one more time for a glass of water?” you asked, looking at him with tears still in your eyes. 

“Of course,” he said. “Be right back.” He slipped out the door and you heard the familiar turn of a lock before his steps receded. He had locked you in this room, and you couldn't help but question his intentions. Not that you didn’t have other ways to escape; there were windows, and the floor or ceiling could easily be burned. But those would immediately give you away. 

You didn’t have time to think of an escape plan right now, though. Your priority was finding the documents you needed. You carefully flipped through the folders and stray pages, but you found nothing of ship schematics. They must be somewhere else. You could only hope that Kala and Mihal would pick up the slack. 

You heard the turn of the lock, and you quickly positioned yourself near the wall of books, pretending to look at his collection. You managed to grab a book off the shelf just as the door opened.

“You have quite an impressive collection,” you said, turning to face him. 

Catacombo wasn’t alone this time, he had brought another Marine with him. You believed her name was Hina. It made your odds of escape lower, but at least you weren’t alone with the creep anymore. 

“Katy,” the woman said. “My name is Hina. I’m a rear admiral with the Navy. I’m afraid we need to speak with you.”

“Kadie,” you corrected. It didn’t really matter, but it was better to keep your alias strong. 

Another man walked in, a Vice Admiral. You believed his name was Comil. 

“Kadie,” Hina mimicked, correcting her previous mistake. “Please sit. We need to talk.”

You sat in a plush chair across from her, turned slightly towards the door so you could see people as they came and went. 

“How can I help you?” you asked. 

“I need you to tell me everything about the man you came with today. His name, how you met him, why you joined him tonight.”

They must’ve realized Ace was a fraud. The game just became much more dangerous. 

“He came in while I was working,” you said. “I worked an early shift today at the Lonely Duck-it’s a bar in town. He was wearing his uniform, so I assumed he was in town for the Maritime Ball. We got to talking and he invited me to be his date. I agreed.”

“Did he tell you his name?” Hina asked. “His rank? Anything?”

You blushed and summoned tears to your eyes. “I…” you wracked your brain, trying to think of something fake to give them. “Why? Is something wrong?”

Hina looked at the two men standing at the door, and you saw Comil give her a slight nod. 

“We believe he may have entered the premises under false identity. Please, if you can think of a name or anything he may have said to you out of the ordinary.”

Your voice caught in your throat, and for one of the first times that night, you didn’t have to act. You felt true fear, and it was written all over your face. 

“Kadie, you’re safe,” Hina reassured you, misinterpreting the fear on your face. “We’re not going to let anything happen to you. Just think.”

You took a drink of water, your hand shaking as it held the glass. “I think he said his name was Captain Axel? Or something like that?”

“Ace?” Hina asked, looking at you intensely. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, but Hina pressed further. “Did he say Ace?”

“I don’t-” you paused, blinking real tears away. “I can’t remember.”

You heard an explosion downstairs, and you jumped at the noise. What the hell was Ace doing? Had they discovered who he was already? Surely he wouldn’t have given himself away in a matter of minutes. You realized, with a flash of horror, if they had taken off his shirt it would be pretty obvious who he belonged to. 

Another Marine stepped into the room and handed Hina a paper. Hina looked at it and then flipped it around to you. It was Ace’s bounty poster. 

Your mouth fell open in shock. You didn’t know what to do. You should’ve thought harder about an escape plan. 

You tried to think about what you had written years ago. You were fairly certain your strategy had been to flatter her and then place a crowd between you and her. She wouldn't hurt civilians, and she tended to believe their accounts more than her own men. 

“Is this the man you came with tonight?" Hina asked, bringing you back to the present. "He may have had different color hair, but-”

“That’s him,” you breathed out. “Oh my god, are you telling me I slapped a pirate?” Your self-preservation act was back and in high gear. If you could just fool them for a little bit longer, Kala and Mihal would have enough time to find what they needed. “A pirate with a bounty of over-” You stopped talking, taking deep, quickened breaths. 

“Kadie!” Catacombo rushed over, holding you steady as you pretended to hyperventilate. 

“I’m sorry,” you cried. “I didn’t know.”

“Have Lonz get the Whitebeard Pirates Bounty papers we have in the back room,” Comil murmured to the man next to him. 

“We already confirmed there's a woman of her likeness that works at the Lonely Duck,” the man murmured back.

“I don't care about her. I doubt Portgas D. Ace would be working alone, so there must be more members here. So go get those posters.”

You cried harder into Catacombo’s chest, pretending like you didn’t hear them. At least your false identity would hold up for a few more minutes. 

“The Navy won’t let anything happen to you,” Hina assured you. “You have some of the highest-ranking officials in this house. I promise Portgas D. Ace will be brought to justice, and you will be safe.”

You nodded, calming yourself down. It was getting close to midnight. You just had to keep them stalled until the firework went off. It was possible they didn’t have your poster anymore, since you had been presumed dead. And you were fairly sure that Kala or Mihal didn’t have bounty posters. Picking low-profile members had been a smart move. 

“We have to deal with another issue, but a Rear Admiral guard placed at your door until the incident is over. I promise you will be safe.”

“Thank you,” you said, sniffling and wiping your eyes. “I’m so sorry I caused all this trouble.”

“Don’t be,” Hina smiled at you. “If anything, you saved us from something even worse.”

They left you alone in the room, which was probably one of the stupidest things they all agreed on. Leaving a civilian in a room with top-secret information was…absurd. Sometimes you really questioned the integrity of the World Government. 

A few minutes later, a red flare shot into the sky, and the boom of a firework echoed through the tiny room you were in. Kala and Mihal had succeeded. It was time to leave. You could only hope that Ace had also managed to escape and would meet you at the rendezvous point. 

You picked up a few random files, planning to take them with you as you escaped. At least then it would look like you were the real reason for breaking into the party. With some luck, they wouldn’t even notice that Kala and Mihal were in the house. 

You were about to blast through the window when the door behind you opened. You froze, your back to the door. You clutched your files close to your chest, hoping the person who entered the room wouldn’t be able to see them.

“Thanks, Gion. Go take fifteen, I’ll watch her.” The voice chilled your bones. The last voice you wanted to hear. The Hero of the Navy. Vice Admiral Monkey D. Garp.

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