#Delicious Idli Recipes

[kiesbrainjuice]

— FAV HQ BOYS WITH THIS TREND !

pr : timeskip!bokuto x fem!reader; timeskip!suna x fem!reader; timeskip!kageyama x fem!reader; nekoma!kuroo x fem!reader; timeskip!atsumu x fem!reader.

syn : you show your boyfriend a trending photo pose. After some playful banter, you both decide to try recreating the pose.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

wc : 3.5k

tw : no noya and kenma :(( suggestive talks and ends, fluff ! credit pic : srkork on insta

— BOKUTO KOTARO

The lazy Sunday afternoon stretched out before us like a cat in a sunbeam. Outside, the world was alive with the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chatter of neighbors enjoying the warm weather. But inside our cozy apartment, time seemed to slow to a delicious crawl.

Bokuto Koutarou and I were sprawled across our bed, a tangle of limbs and laughter. The late afternoon sun filtered through our fluttering curtains, painting everything in a soft, golden glow. It caught in Bokuto's wild silver hair, making it shine like a haphazard halo. I couldn't help but marvel at how even in this state of complete relaxation, he managed to look like he'd just stepped off a volleyball court – his muscular arm draped over my waist, a reminder of the power coiled within his laid-back frame.

We'd spent the morning in a whirlwind of activity – a impromptu volleyball match with friends that had turned into a picnic, which had then evolved into a competitive round of frisbee. By the time we made it home, we were pleasantly exhausted, content to lounge in comfortable silence.

Now, we were both absorbed in our phones, sharing the occasional meme or funny video. Bokuto's laughter, when it erupted, was like a sudden thunderclap – loud, infectious, and impossible to ignore. It never failed to make me smile, even when I had no idea what had tickled him so.

I was idly scrolling through Pinterest, looking for new recipe ideas (though knowing full well that Bokuto would eat anything I put in front of him with the same enthusiastic gusto), when a particular image caught my eye. It was edgy, provocative, and unlike anything we'd ever tried before.

"Bo," I said, gently nudging his ribs with my elbow. "look at this. It's pretty nice."

He rolled over, nearly crushing me in the process, his golden eyes bright with curiosity. "What's up, babe? Found another cute owl video?"

I shook my head, angling my phone so he could see the screen. "Nah, it's this new photo trend. Check it out."

The image showed a couple taking a selfie, but with a twist. The guy had his arm around the girl's neck, pretending to choke her in what was meant to be an sexy, edgy pose. It was provocative, to say the least.

Bokuto's eyebrows shot up, disappearing into his messy fringe. "Whoa, hold up! Is he trying to choke her or something? That's...weird!"

You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction. You could see the confusion on his face. Bokuto was usually up for anything, but this clearly threw him for a loop. "No, no, it's not real choking," you explained. "It's just for the picture, to make it look sexy and l possessive."

He scratched his head, his expression a mix of bewilderment and amusement. "I dunno, baby… It looks kinda weird. What if I really choke you with those strong arms of mine?"

You turned to face him, your eyes twinkling with mischief. "Come onnnn, Bo. You could look sexy and scary! You're like a big, cuddly owl."

He puffed out his chest, trying to look offended but failing miserably. "Hey! I can be sexy and scary when I want to be!"

You laughed, poking his cheek. "Sure you can, tough guy. So, do it for me!"

Bokuto's face scrunched up in thought for a moment before breaking into a grin. "Alright, let's do it baby! But if i choke you, we're deleting it and I’m killing myself, okay?"

You grinned back, relieved. "Deal. And hey, if it doesn't work out, do not kill urself please, Bo."

"If you ask!" he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. "But even if you have the picture don’t post it!"

You couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiasm. "Of course I won’t, Bo. Let's start with this and see how it goes."

After your initial attempt, you had an idea. "Hey Bo, let's try using the mirror length for the picture.”

Bokuto's eyes lit up. "Ooh, yeah! We can see more of us that way!"

You scrambled off the bed and positioned yourselves in front of the mirror. It was then that you really noticed what Bokuto was wearing - one of his compression shirts that he usually wore for volleyball practice. The tight black fabric clung to every contour of his muscular torso, accentuating his broad shoulders and defined chest.

You couldn't help but stare for a moment. Even after all this time, the sight of him like this still made your heart race. "Uh, Bo? Have you always looked this good in that shirt?"

He glanced down at himself, then back at you with a mischievous grin. "Oh? Like what you see, huh?"

You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks. "Maybe. Just a little."

Bokuto flexed playfully, striking a pose. "Well, I did just finish a workout this morning. Gotta keep in shape for my number one!"

You laughed, shaking your head. "Alright, muscles, let's focus on the photo. Same pose as the pic?"

He nodded, moving behind you and wrapping his arm around your neck. This time, you could feel the warmth of his chest against my back, the firm pressure of his muscles through the thin fabric of his shirt. It was... distracting, to say the least.

"Ready?"You asked, trying to keep my voice steady as you held up your phone.

"Ready!" Bokuto replied, his breath tickling your ear.

You snapped the picture, capturing your reflection in the mirror. Bokuto's arm was around your neck, his intense "game face" expression in full effect. But what really stood out was the contrast between you both - his powerful, athletic frame in that form-fitting shirt, next to your smaller figure.

As soon as the picture was taken, Bokuto's serious expression melted into a grin. He peered over your shoulder at the phone screen. "Wow! We look good, don't we?"

You nodded, a little breathless. "Yeah, we do. Especially you in that shirt. Maybe you should wear it more often."

Bokuto's grin widened. "Oh? I thought you liked my owl-print t-shirts better…"

You turned in his arms, looking up at him. "Let's just say both have their merits! But right now, I'm definitely appreciating this one."

You handed him the phone to show him the photo you took. his eyes opened wider and he felt quite aroused by the photo of you surrounded by his arm. “w-wow, you turn me on…”

But he tried to get over it and leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours. "Noted. So, another picture, or...?"

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I think we've got enough pictures for now. How about we find something else to do…?"

Bokuto's golden eyes sparkled with mischief. "I might have a few ideas…"

As he leaned in for a kiss you chuckled into it…

— SUNA RINTAROU

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. The sun was shining bright outside, and a cool breeze was blowing. In your room, everything felt slow and peaceful. It was the kind of quiet that feels good when you're with someone you really like.

Suna, your boyfriend, was lying on your bed, looking relaxed. His eyes were half-closed as he looked at his phone. The sun made his face look nice, showing off his sharp jaw and the small smile on his lips. You couldn't help but stare a little.

You were both doing your own thing, but still felt close. Sometimes Suna would laugh at something on his phone, or you'd say something small. It felt nice and normal. In these quiet times, you felt closest to Suna. He looked softer than usual, and you could see how much he cared even if he didn't say it.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

"baby," you said, breaking the comfortable silence. "look at this."

He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow. His eyes, usually half-lidded, showed a flicker of interest. "What's up?"

You showed him the picture on your phone - a couple doing the possessive choking pose with the muscular arm for a selfie. "It's this new photo trend. Kind of sexy, don't you think?"

Suna's eyebrows raised slightly, the most expression you'd seen from him all afternoon. "Huh? Interesting choice for a couples photo…"

You could see the wheels turning in his head as he analyzed the image. Suna was always observant, probably already picking up on details you'd missed.

"Wanna try it?" you asked, a hint of challenge in your voice.

He looked at you, then back at the phone, a small smirk playing on his lips. "You sure about that? I don't think you could pull off the 'dramatically choked' look. You'd probably start laughing."

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks. He knew you too well. "Oh, c’mon. I can be serious when I want to be!"

Suna sat up, his movements fluid and graceful. "Alright, let's see it then. Your ‘serious’ face."

You tried your best to look serious and dramatic, but you could feel your lips twitching, fighting back a smile.

Suna's smirk grew wider. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Very intimidating."

You grabbed a pillow and tossed it at him, which he easily dodged. "It’s your fault, your face makes me laugh! How about you show me how it's done?"

He shrugged, but you could see a glimmer of competitive spirit in his eyes. "Well thanks…” he sighed and raised his eyebrows ”And sure, why not. Could be interesting."

You positioned yourselves in front of the mirror. Suna stood behind you, his arm loosely draped around your neck. Even in this silly pose, you could feel the quiet strength in his lean muscles.

"Ready?" you asked, holding up your phone.

Suna nodded, his face transforming into an intense, focused expression that you usually only saw during volleyball matches. It was almost unnerving how quickly he could switch it on.

You snapped the picture, capturing your reflection. Suna's intense muscular arm bore into the camera, a stark contrast to your slightly flustered expression.

As soon as the picture was taken, Suna's arm relaxed back into its usual demeanor. He peered at the phone screen over your shoulder.

"Not bad," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Though I think we just proved my point about your serious face, baby."

You elbowed him gently in the ribs. "shut up. Not everyone can go from zero to intimidating in half a second like you."

He wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. "It's a gift," he deadpanned, but you could hear the smile in his voice.

You leaned back into him, enjoying the warmth of his embrace. "So, what do you think? Should we post it?"

Suna was quiet for a moment, considering. "Nah," he finally said. "Let's keep this one just for us. It's more sexy that way."

You smiled, turning in his arms to face him. "You know, for someone who acts so aloof, you can be pretty sweet sometimes."

He rolled his eyes, but you caught the faint blush on his cheeks. "Don't go spreading that around. I have a reputation to maintain. And look at you in my so-muscular arm…"

As you leaned in to kiss him, “I look pretty hot like that…”

— TOBIO KAGEYAMA

It was a rare day off from volleyball practice. You and Tobio were in your living room, trying to relax. The TV was on, playing a volleyball match, but neither of you was really watching. Tobio sat on the couch, his posture a bit stiff, eyes darting between his phone and the TV screen.

"baby," you said, gently nudging his arm. "look at this."

He turned to you, his intense blue eyes focusing. "What is it?"

You showed him your phone screen - a picture of a couple doing the possessive choking pose for a selfie. "It's a new photo trend. Kind of sexy, right?"

Tobio's brow furrowed as he stared at the image. "Why would anyone want a picture like that?" he asked bluntly.

You couldn't help but smile at his typical straightforward response. "I guess some people think it looks sexy or possessive, like me. Want to try it? Just for fun?"

He looked confused for a moment. "Is this important to you?"

"Noooo," you admitted. "I just thought it might be fun to see how it turns out. Be please baby!"

Tobio hesitated, then nodded with a sigh. "Okay. If it'll make you happy..."

You both stood up and moved in front of the mirror. Tobio proudly put his muscular arm around your neck, and started flexing to show off his muscles, which made you chuckle a bit.

"Tobio, can you hold less tight," you said, a hint of teasing in your voice. "I know already how you are muscular, don’t worry baby."

He adjusted his grip slightly, his face a mix of concentration and redness. "L-like this?"

"Perfect. Now pose for me, baby."

Tobio's expression immediately changed to his game face - eyes sharp and focused, jaw set. It was almost scary how quickly he could switch it on.

You snapped the picture quickly. As soon as it was done, Tobio dropped his arm and stepped back, looking relieved.

Looking at the photo, you couldn't help but chuckle. Tobio's intense muscular and flexed arm next to your slightly amused smile was quite a sight.

"What's so funny?" Tobio asked, peering at the screen while chuckling.

"Just us, baby," you said, still smiling. "We look so serious. It's kind of sexy actually, don't you think?"

Tobio's cheeks turned slightly pink. "It's... different," he mumbled. "But I like how you are in my arm like that..."

You felt a warmth in your chest at his honesty. "Me too, baby. How about we take a nice, cozy pic now?"

He nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Okay. But no more weird poses."

As you cuddled up to take a regular selfie, you kissed his cheek “I love you, Tobio.”

— KUROO TETSURO

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon at training camp. You were sitting on the grass outside the gym, enjoying a brief respite from the intense volleyball practices. Kuroo sauntered over, his trademark messy hair even more disheveled than usual, and flopped down beside you with a dramatic sigh.

"Exhausted already, captain?" you teased, poking his side.

He flashed you his signature smirk. "Me? Never. Just giving the others a chance to catch up."

You rolled your eyes fondly. "Sure, keep telling yourself that. Hey, check this out."

You showed him your phone screen - a picture of a couple doing the possessive choking pose for a selfie. "It's some new photo trend. Pretty hot, huh?"

Kuroo's eyes lit up with mischief. "Oh? Trying to tell me something, kitten? Didn't know you were into that kind of thing..."

You felt your cheeks heat up as he leaned close to your face, brushing your lips with his at the end of his sentence. "Tetsu! It's not like that. It's just supposed to be…artistic or whatever."

He chuckled, leaning in closer. "Relax, I'm just teasing. Though I gotta say, it does look nice for us. Wanna try?"

You blinked, surprised by his enthusiasm. "Really? You don't think it's too weird?"

Kuroo shrugged, his smirk softening into a genuine smile. "Hey, I'm always up for trying new things with you! Plus, it could be fun to mess with the team later."

You couldn't help but laugh. "You're impossible. Alright, let's do it and my arm is muscular, I could show you..."

You both stood up and moved to a nearby wall. Kuroo positioned himself behind you, his flexed arm draped around your neck. You could feel the warmth of his chest against your back, and it was... distracting, to say the least.

"Ready?" he murmured, his breath tickling your ear when he leaned down just to adjust right after.

You nodded, trying to keep your composure as you held up your phone. "Okay, try to look hot."

“Try?? I don’t even need to try!” He acted offended. Kuroo's expression immediately transformed into his focused game face, the one that always sent shivers down opponents' spines. It was almost unnerving how quickly he could switch it on.

You snapped the picture, then turned in Kuroo's arms to look at it together. The contrast between his muscular arm and your slightly flustered expression was striking.

"Well, well," Kuroo said, his voice low and teasing. "Looks like my arm is so hot, don't you think? Though I gotta say, you look hot under the collar there, kitten. Was it something I did?"

You elbowed him gently, but couldn't help smiling. "Oh, shut up. You're such a tease."

He laughed, pulling you closer. "You love it though, admit it, baby."

You leaned into him, enjoying his warmth. "Maybe. But don't let it go to your head. It's big enough as it is."

Kuroo gasped in mock offense. "My head is perfectly proportional, thank you very much. Anyway, now I can show to everyone that you’re mine…"

He kissed your lips with hunger, but you pushed him back gently. “Not here…”

He took your hand and brings you up, the silly photo forgotten for the moment.

— ATSUMU MIYA

The MSBY Black Jackals' training facility was quieter than usual, the usual squeaks of shoes on polished floors and the thunderous impacts of spikes replaced by a lazy afternoon lull. Most of the team had already left for the day, their energy spent on grueling drills and practice matches. The air still held a faint scent of sweat, mingled with the sharp tang of air salonpas.

You had been waiting for what felt like hours, alternating between watching Atsumu's extra practice through the gym windows of the lounge area and idly scrolling through your phone. It was a familiar routine - Atsumu pushing himself just a little further, always chasing that perfect set, while you patiently waited, a silent pillar of support. The sun had begun its descent, casting long shadows across the lounge area where you sat, when you finally heard the telltale sound of the gym doors opening and Atsumu's distinctive footsteps approaching.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

"Oi, still hanging around?" he called out, a smirk playing on his lips.

You looked up, matching his smirk. "Someone's gotta make sure you don't overwork yourself, the Pro Athlete."

Walking behind you to give you a shoulder massage for a few seconds and kiss you on the mouth from behind, he stopped by to sit on the sofa in the lounge next to you to cuddle slightly.

Atsumu plopped down next to you, peering at your phone. "Whatcha looking at? Better not be Tobio-kun's serves again."

You snorted. "As if. No, look at this trend."

You showed him the picture of the couple doing the possessive choking pose. Atsumu's eyebrows shot up.

"Well, ain't that something," he drawled. "People really do anything for likes these days, huh?"

"Says the guy who spent an hour perfecting his hair for his official team photo," you retorted.

Atsumu clutched his chest in mock hurt. "Your wounds cut deep, ya know that?"

You laughed, then had an idea. "Hey, we should try it."

"Try what? You wanna make out here, huh?" Atsumu looked skeptical but was ready to jump on you if you nodded, which you didn’t.

"The pose, dummy. Could be funny."

Atsumu's eyes glinted with mischief. "Oh? You want me to manhandle you for the 'gram? Kinky."

You felt your face heat up as you gently push his head of your shoulder to face him. "Shut up, 'Tsumu. You in or not?"

"'Course I'm in. Can't let my baby down, can I?"

You both stood up, moving to a clear wall. Atsumu positioned himself behind you, his flexed arm tight around your neck.

"Ready when you are, darlin'," he murmured close to your ear.

You suppressed a shiver. "Okay, press."

Atsumu's arm pressed your cheeks and flexed his muscles. You snapped the picture quickly before you could faint from blushing.

Looking at it together, you couldn't help but laugh. "We look ridiculous."

"Speak for yerself," Atsumu retorted. "I look dashingly hot."

You elbowed him playfully. "Your ego is showing, 'Tsumu."

He grinned, pulling you closer. "Ya love it though."

As you leaned into him, he carried you like a princess to the lounge sofa: he had locked the door…

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Elbert Greetia x afab reader - Tempted by Forbidden Fruit

ღ w.c.: 2.7K

ღ paring: elbert x afab reader/ Y/N

ღ cw: MDNI, NSFW, explicit sexual content, based on slight spoilers from Elbert's both endings special epilogue, use of Y/N, biting, oral, foodplay, fingering, dom, obsession, teasing

ღ a/n: well well, my first elbie nsfw fic is here!!! it is based off his both endings special epilogue, but mostly only the setting and a couple lines, so it doesn't have too many spoilers. i've been in love with this scene for months and wanted to finish what was started in the story.. hehe. elbie is the type to be in charge and yet still a needy, pouty lil bby and i love that about him. hopefully you do too, enjoy!!

MDNI ༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶MDNI

You stood in the kitchen with one half-made and one fully baked apple pie laid out on the counter before you and Elbert.

Red, delicious apple slices, sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar, were strewn about. Excess dough sat in a small bowl to the side near a tall jar of flour, now half empty and decorated with your and his fingerprints. 

It was a warm spring afternoon, and you and Elbert stayed in his manor on his day off, spending the time idly together. After learning of a new apple pie recipe, you both decided to try your hand at baking it, rather than leaving it all to the cooks and maids as they usually would do. In fact, Elbert had told all of the staff at the manor to take a leisurely day off in town, leaving you two isolated in the loving cage that was his mansion on the cliffs by the sea.

You plunge your spoon into the warm and steamy pie for a taste test. “....Mmmm, this might be the best apple pie I’ve ever tasted!”

Elbert pouts slightly, “I want a bite..”

The spoon with a new piece of pie is brought to his sculpted, perfect lips. He gazes down at you with the same intensity as always while taking the pie into his mouth.

“Mm.. indeed. It’s delicious. Very well done,” he replies softly. A  gorgeous smile graces his lips, showing off how relaxed and content Elbert is in this moment. 

Ah… he is beautiful.

“Isn’t it?! I’m pleased you like it, Elbert,” you reply a bit bashfully. “I’m so happy with how this turned out. We should bake and save the second one so the houseworkers may try.”

Elbert gives a small nod in a reassuring manner, as he usually does. He has always been attentive and caring toward the Crown staff, some of whom now work at his manor. That gentle, doting side of his continues to fully enrapture your heart as the days spent with him grow.

As he reaches for another bite, not with any silverware but with his own hands, you can’t help but pause to think about how you two must look in this moment. 

Elbert is in a single linen button-up shirt, thinner and more casual than his usual attire that goes under his vest and ascot. His sleeves are rolled up just to his elbows, another fashion choice he rarely gets the privilege to make due to his constant appointments as a nobleman. His slender yet toned forearms, painted with veins that ran down through to his fingers like pale blue rivers, really stood out against his soft visage. Admittedly, seeing his arms like that must feel like what men think when they see a woman’s bare ankle and calf. It truly makes for a wonderful view.

You wear a light, rose pink and baby green floral dress he recently picked out for you. There was no petticoat or skirt layer - only a thin laced string tied in a droopy bow on your back prevented the top half from loosening and falling off of you. Both of you had flour, sugar, salt, cinnamon, and apple bits stuck on various places of your clothes and body.

“You know, this is quite a sight. Eating scraps of pie with our fingers, all messy, while standing in the kitchen,” a giggle escapes you as you glance at him while eating the next bite. He chews slowly and tilts his head quizzically. “I mean… you being a nobleman and doing this… feels a bit naughty.”

In saying this, he smirks and looks off into the distance, as if he’s remembering something.

“I have been schooled in the ways of etiquette, but.. After Al came to live in the mansion, I would occasionally... get into mischief with him, when the adults weren’t looking. Sometimes, Al’s pranks ended up getting me in trouble, but….” he trailed off and paused for a while before blinking a couple times and turning back to you. “More often than not, they saved me from dark thoughts.”

A fleeting surge of envy made its way to your facial expression, and you cast him a sidelong stare while picking at the pie.

“Ahh.. that sounds so nice. I somehow wish I knew you then…” you were aware of the faint flush growing on your cheeks and the coy look you threw at him. Smiling, you say, “I would have loved to do things like that with little Lord Elbert.”

I don’t know why but I’m envious of Alfons…

You heard him chuckle under his breath before he asked, “Are you.. jealous, by chance?” His sapphire eyes looked at you with a gleam that told you he already knew the answer and was just seeing how he could toy with you.

“....yes.”

Now that it was made obvious - that the thought of doing something thrilling and ‘against the rules’ with him was extremely enticing, that you wanted to be the one to give him happiness - you really couldn’t help but blush.

Elbert laughed again in a husky tone before drawing nearer to you. He swooped in to kiss you mid bite, his arms suddenly on either side of you, pressing you up against the counter while his tongue reached between your lips to steal some of the apple that was beginning to melt in your mouth.

He pulled back and his ocean blue eyes darkened to a stormy glaze. “Sweet,” he whispers. You watch his adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallows what he stole from you.

“Elbert!”

“What is it?”

He asked this teasingly, but somehow innocently at the same time. His duality drove you insane.

Before you could answer, his hands grabbed your waist and effortlessly lifted you up. 

“Wh-Wha..!!”

He placed you on the ridge of the counter, quickly swiped off the kitchen supplies that were in the way behind you with zealous power, and then pushed you back and down onto the messy, wooden surface. He loomed over you with a beautiful grin. 

“Oohhh.. Right here?!” you gasp, a thrill rising within you.

“...Make some mischief with me in the kitchen.” His voice dropped into his lower, sultry register that made anything he said impossible to resist. “Don’t you want that?” The words danced off his pretty lips with a smile.

“Mm.. s-sounds fun..,” you stammered.

His lips were enticing as stared at them. “I want to experience it with you as well.”

With a smile he closed the gap once more and kissed you passionately, his tongue glossing over your teeth. He began to trail his kisses down to your jaw, your neck, collarbones, and chest. As he did this he lowered one forearm onto the counter, using that hand to stroke your hair and face. His other hand was placed first on the table and then on your knee, forcing your legs to come up and wrap around his waist. Something warm and hard pressed against you.

He exhaled hungrily into your ear after nibbling your earlobe, “You taste so sweet…I feel like I have a decadent dessert laid out before my eyes.”

“Nnghh…Elbert, I..,” you plead, savoring how good it feels when he switches from gentle to forceful, when that beastly look, as if he is about to devour you, starts to contort his expression with a dark greed.

Continuing to lick and suckle the flour and juice from your skin, his hand slips under the small of your back to deftly undo the bow on your dress. His fingers crawl up to the neckline and he pulls it down, like you are his present on his birthday that he can’t wait to unwrap. He bites the fabric and drags it over your breasts with his teeth.

“Wait!! You–y.. Mmnn!!” The feeling of his tongue and hot breath on your now enlarged nipples is downright maddening. You realize your empty pleas to stop him are useless.

His long eyelashes flutter as he rests his chin on your stomach and looks up at you. “You want to make me happy… yes?”

Caught in your throat is something between a cry of agreement and a satisfied moan. You nod your head vigorously, “Yes… I want that..nngh”

He sucks harder on your nipple, sending a wave of pleasuring sensation down your stomach. Still in between your legs, he lifts your dress as his hand expertly finds its way to your throbbing, moist spot. One, two, three intentional circles stimulated you, as he groaned, “Then who am I to refuse such a sweet temptation?”

“Mnnn-,” you instinctively lock your ankles together around him and pull him in. Both of you, eager to lap up the sugar and saliva dripping from each other’s mouths. His fingers slip under your panties and push into your dripping heat.

“Mnn, let me hear the voice that’s only for me, Y/N,” he rasps, reaching in and out with his long, agile fingers, as if curling them in to beckon you closer. A bite sinks into your shoulder, sending a shock of ecstasy to the pit of your core, aching for more. 

“El… ah..I-I’ll be too loud..” Before you could finish he kissed you once more with a growl rising from his throat. He knew exactly what you wanted. You come undone on the counter as he swallows your moans, all you could do was grip the edge to hold on for dear life as he hastily pulled off your underwear and knelt down to drink your nectar. “Ahh, sh-!”

He stops you by pushing the fingers that were just inside you into your mouth, caressing your tongue with his thumb, you sucking in pure pleasure as he feasted on you below. You grab his golden locks and move him round as he inhales your glistening cream like it’s his last meal. You feel yourself on the precipice of climax. His tongue traced your vulva and clit softly but with intense longing, and as he did so you heard him loosen his belt and unzip his pants.

Just as the greedy queen longed to be beautiful, you craved his entire, beautifully exquisite being, sinfully delectable. A nobleman on his knees for you…whining in desperation. 

Elbert then stood up, a sheen of manic desire in his jewel-toned eyes. “Y/N, I’m a greedy man…”, he says, breathless. “When I say I want you..”

You reached out to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him toward you, meanwhile he held his pulsating length just a centimeter from your swollen entrance. He taunts you by lightly rubbing his tip, moist with precum, in circles on you. Just the feeling of it makes your eyes roll back. 

“Nnghh… feels s’good… and I know.. El,” you can barely speak at this point. In your mind you are begging him to thrust his manhood into you.

“..It means I want to see all of you. Show me what sends you - nngh -  over the edge..,” he slid into you while saying this and readjusts your position until you fit securely in his arms, wrapped around your waist. Your back arched in response as he slow-thrusted forward. A satisfied sigh left him as your moist cunt was welcomed his length in full.

“Let me in deeper…” he was already panting, pleading, eyebrows upturned, yearning for your touch. “...into your very core… this too..mm..” he rubs your clit with his hand as he rhythmically pumps his erect member in and out, hitting that sensitive bead every single time. “..this is mine.”

“Mnn..nnggh- Elb-..!” Your moans fill the empty hallways, the heat radiating from you two becoming palpable as fog against the window above the counter. For some time after he enters you, there are no words spoken. Only the melody of your voices, sounds, his moans - a sensual duet filled the silence. He continued to stroke your sweet spot with his gifted cock, an intensity so strong you felt yourself drift into absolute bliss. His languid yet desirous rolling of the hips has your nectar dripping down the sides of your thighs. Looking up at him in a daze you see his gorgeous, ocean blue eyes gleam under his bangs that fall in front, tinged with madness. More love bites are left on your collarbone and breasts, him only pulling away after a hot mark, the color of a plump red apple, is left on your skin.

“Hah..” he heaves in and out with more force now, tensing his erect member and pushing it as far as it can go until you squeal, his bulging head hitting your cervix as you dig your nails into his back. “You’re mine…Y/N.” The sight of you gasping, writhing, and with the hickies he left on your delicate chest drove him wild. That deep, slimy desire - that dark voice within him: Claim her. Own her.

He suddenly pinned both of your wrists together, crossed over your head, with one of his large hands. His grip was shockingly strong, it made for the perfect shackle of flesh. Chained to the counter by his right hand, he groped your exposed and supple breasts repeatedly with his other hand as he quickened his pace in and out of you. His lips turned up in a crazed smile. Almost laughing in hysteria and illicit pleasure, he gritted, “Mmn.. Hah, you’re beautiful..” He lifted your right leg over his shoulder to get even deeper inside you, both of you crying out as you near orgasm. Still with one hand crucifying your arms to the table, his other hand wrapped around your thigh with wanton obsession. His pearly white canines sank into your thigh as he licked playfully and pushed his erection deeper still. 

Damn it, how can he be so.. so!! “!!! Ahh.. Nngh, I-I’m.. I’m gonna-!!” you yelp as you try to shake off his hand that held yours down, attempting to claw at the air, extreme rapture making you shake and twist, intensifying the feeling of him hitting your g-spot. 

“Wait,” he hissed, “I’m not satisfied yet-” he slammed your wrists back down above your head and locked your leg in place over his, bending into you, breathing in your scent and gorging on the sweat beads that formed on your neck. No doubt, his carnal urges drove him to the brink of abandon. Before you was a man filled with lustful greed. His eyes a darker shade of blue, his silky hair now strewn and sticking to his chiseled chin and neck. You kiss his lips as if deprived of oxygen. A faint hint of cinnamon fills your palate. 

Mere seconds later you both reach the climax at nearly identical times. “Ah!! El, I’m-”

With one forceful thrust, he erupted inside of you. A warmth unlike anything comparable spreads within. You cum as whimpers leave his lips and exaggerated breaths make his chest heave deeply upon you, his rock solid length throbbing inside. Pulling his hair and squeezing your thighs tightly around his waist, an ice cold and yet burning wave of ecstasy, like an ocean wave on a summer night, rolls over you both. Your panting mirrors his, and he lays on top of you, motionless, save for the rise and fall of your silhouettes from the sunset glow peaking through the window above you.

Slowly, he pulls out, still somewhat hard, and within seconds a gushing flow trickles out and down onto your behind. He stood in front of you, erect enough for his glistening cock to still stand, a drop of your viscous honey dripping from his tip.

A gentle touch of his finger catches his cum that drips out of you before it falls on the floor. He delicately traced your rosy, swollen cunt. Leaning down to kiss you on the forehead, he asks timidly, “Are you alright?” 

He pulls you up into his arms, holding you like the most precious treasure in the world.

“Mm, y-yes.. but Elbert…that was…,” a naughty, playful smile bloomed on his stunning face when you called his name. 

“Yes, Countess? Will you scold me now?” He teased, as he dusted some flour on the tip of your nose with his index finger.

Gleeful laughter from both of you danced on the breeze, followed by the scent of freshly baked apple pie.

fin

[mxnaluv]

Flowers pt 1

Pairing: HowlxFemalePresenting!reader

Featuring: Howl Pendragon

Genre: Fluff, Established Relationship, Proposal, Mentions of Marriage

Summary: It's Y/N's Birthday so Howl and Markl surprise her!!

Reader's Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: One suggestive part but it's not SUPER suggestive but very subtle.

I sat in the warm, cozy living room and idly read one of my favorite books, Pride and Prejudice. It had been my birthday today and I had been eagerly waiting for Markl to get home. He had been out with his new friends from Porthaven, so I had been left to myself in the castle. I had been feeling a bit lonely lately, and this book made me feel a little better.

  With Markl and Howl constantly going out, I have to do things to keep myself busy. Like trying out new recipes, reading the latest books, or maybe even walking around the town and talking to the people.

 But sooner or later, the words consumed me on the pages. I looked up from the comforting book and saw that it was getting late, and I hadn't eaten yet. I then got up and started to make some dinner, feeling a little guilty about taking my eyes off the book for even a second. I started to feel isolated and alone again, but cooking dinner gave me something to focus on other than my thoughts. 

Not long after, I heard the door open. I turned the stove off and looked behind me to see that it was my lover Howl with a bouquet of roses in his hands. "I'm home," he yelled and went into the kitchen.

 "Happy birthday, my love," he said, holding out the beautiful roses. ‌The roses were a light pink with a hint of blue. They were the perfect birthday gift. 

I gratefully took the bouquet and admired them. "They're absolutely beautiful," I said, "but you didn't have to get me flowers." 

"I know," he replied, "but I couldn't resist."

 These are truly beautiful Howl," I said, kissing him on the cheek. I put the flowers in a vase and continued to cook dinner. Soon, he came and helped me cook.

After a filling dinner with Howl, I started to clean up the cooking mess that we had made. 

Howl then got up from the table behind me, then hugged me from behind. I felt his arms snake around my waist, and I could smell the sweet scent of his breath on my neck. "I have something to show you," he said.

Howl turned me around so that I was facing him, then smiled and took my hand. He took me to the front door, then he switched the house door into our favorite place—the garden with a little cottage in the middle.

He opened the door slowly, and the sweet smell of flowers hit me. I looked to the outside and gasped. ‌Rose petals were headed towards two elegantly-dressed chairs, with another red rose in the center of the table. It felt surreal and dreamlike, like I was seeing this place for the first time. It was beautiful and magical, like nothing I had ever seen before. 

The moonlight shone perfectly through the gaps in the clouds, illuminating the tablecloth with a soft, white light. The fields of daisies and sunflowers surrounding it were bathed in the orange hues of the setting sun. Having Howl by my side all felt like a dream come true. But every day with him felt like a dream come true.

He took my hand once more, then walked us to the table. We stopped in front of a chair and he let go of my hand, then he pulled out the chair for me. ‘Thank you Howl." I said as I sat down.

As he sat down in the other chair, Markl and his other friends came from behind the hill with a beautiful cake, which they then presented to me. “How did you guys know it was my birthday?” I exclaimed, surprised, and touched. ‌Their thoughtfulness and generosity touched me.    

“Happy birthday, Y/N!” Markl said as he lit the candles. They began to sing a heartwarming birthday song to me, and I savored the moment by blowing out the candles with a smile on my face. The cake was delicious, the roses were amazing, and the company was warm and welcoming. I couldn't have asked for a better birthday. 

“Y/N, what did you wish for?” Markl exclaimed, drawing out the name. He seemed genuinely excited to hear the answer, with a smile on his face and a sparkle in his eye. 

"If I say it out loud, then it won't come true." I smiled.

Howl then cleared his throat and stood up. I looked towards him and he started to take something out of his back pocket.

 I gasped once more as a hand went over my chest as he then got down on one knee. The atmosphere was instantly transformed into something magical and peaceful. 

It was a delicate platinum ring with a heart-shaped diamond mounted in the center of the band. My eyes teared up with happiness as I saw the ring for the first time. I couldn't contain my feelings and started to cry.

"Since you were there for me through all of my ups and downs, I have always loved you. I can't imagine going a day without you by my side. Will you marry me?" He professed.

 I got up from my chair and held him as tight as I could, never wanting this incredible, magical moment to end. ‌I was in awe of how lucky I was to have him in my life, and how much I loved him. “Of course I’ll marry you Howl!”

I could tell that he was extremely excited and nervous about this, and I was too. He hugged me back tightly, then he pulled away and put the ring onto my finger. It was the most sentimental and emotional moment of my life, and I'm happy that I could share it with the one person who had been there for me every step of the way. 

[drpeppertummy]

tiny little sunny & marianne thing. in which marianne stuffs him Just Right

[hunger, mild stuffing, tummy rubs]

Sunny's big dark eyes followed the forkful of mashed potatoes as Marianne waved it teasingly before his face. His belly rumbled. She smiled approvingly and placed a hand on his side, gently rubbing his hollow tummy with her thumb.

"Hungry?"

He nodded, and winced as his stomach let out another loud growl. Sunny wasn't nearly as invested in the whole feedism thing as Marianne was; all he really wanted right now was to fill his empty tummy. She wanted to play with him, though, and he simply couldn't turn her down, especially if it meant he'd get to eat the lovely-looking meal she'd put together. It sat tauntingly on the table before him, and he had to fight to keep the drool inside his mouth as the smell of it wafted around him.

Smiling, Marianne slowly brought the fork to his lips, but, just as he tried to take the potatoes in his mouth, she pulled it away. A tiny whine of disappointment escaped him, and he looked pleadingly up at her.

"How silly of me," she said slyly, dipping the fork into the pool of hot gravy on the plate. "I forgot to get a little gravy on there. That wouldn't be nearly as good, would it?" Sunny's belly rumbled impatiently as he watched her move agonizingly slowly. Finally, she brought the potatoes back to his mouth, and this time, she let him eat it. He let out a soft sigh of relief and pleasure at the taste of the fluffy, buttery potatoes and the hot, savory gravy. His blissful expression made Marianne's heart melt, and it was all she could do not to just stuff him silly on the spot. She had every intention of taking it slow, though, and she made sure to enjoy his hungry, puppy-eyed face as he watched her pick up a bite of chicken.

"Now, don't go telling anybody, cutie pie, but I stole this recipe from work," she said, idly examining the piece of chicken on the fork. "Pretty basic. Garlic, rosemary, lemon, all that good stuff. A whole hell of a lot of butter, I'll tell you that. The trick is cookin' it just right. Get it a little crispy on the outside, nice and juicy on the inside…" Her eyes shifted from the fork to his face, and she was both pleased and amused to see that he looked positively entranced, on the verge of drooling as he stared longingly at the chicken.

"Well, don't you just look like a poor little starved puppy," she teased, unable to hold back a grin. "I guess that little bite of potato didn't fill you up at all, hm?" As if to answer for him, his belly rumbled pitifully. Moving slowly and deliberately, she took his chin in her hand, and his eyes met hers as she fed him the piece of chicken. Ordinarily, as hungry as he was, he would have inhaled it too quickly to even taste it, but this time he chewed slowly, taking care to enjoy it. It was exactly as delicious as she'd made it sound.

"Getting full yet?" She ran her hand lightly over his sunken tummy, and he shivered at the delicate sensation. He shook his head, and his stomach growled again, loudly enough for her to feel the vibration under her hand.

"I'm starving," he complained, hugging his arms around his belly.

"Well, I guess we'd better do something about that," she chuckled, scooping up another forkful of mashed potatoes. "Open up, sweetpea."

Obediently, he ate, and his aching stomach began to relax as it finally received a more substantial amount of food. As she fed him, Marianne took him into her arm, letting him lay his head back against her chest and savoring the way he gazed adoringly up at her. One hand rested over his belly as she held him against her, the other feeding him bites of homemade chicken and potatoes.

Gradually, Sunny's belly began to fill out against his shirt, and Marianne rubbed it softly as he ate, enjoying the gentle curve of it as it grew fuller and fuller. Watching him, she realized the rubbing was making him sleepy, and she paused to give his tummy a pat. It felt taut and firm, undeniably stuffed full, but he didn't look uncomfortable. As a matter of fact, he looked completely serene.

"Getting full now?" She continued rubbing his belly, pressing in gently to test the tightness of it.

"Mm-hm," he sighed sleepily. His tummy gurgled under her hand, and he let out a small burp.

"Think your tummy can take a little more?"

"Maybe a little."

"Good boy, that's what I like to hear." Smiling warmly at him, she brought another bite to his mouth.

The plate was big, filled with far more food than Sunny's belly could hold, and about a quarter of it remained by the time he was too full to eat any more. Marianne watched the shallow rise and fall of his tightly-stuffed tummy, enjoying the way it strained against his snug shirt and tightened under her hand with each breath. He yawned, and she took a certain pleasure in the feeling of his belly expanding to its limit before deflating again. She wanted to feed him more, to push him until his belly was stretched to its absolute limit, but he looked so sweet and content that she didn’t have the heart to give him a tummyache. Still slowly rubbing with one hand, she set down the fork and cupped his jaw with the other, softly caressing his cheek with her thumb.

"You did a good job, Sunny honey," she said, giving his rounded belly a gentle pat. He smiled sweetly up at her, his dark eyes sparkling.

[dinogoose]

all of this silence and patience, (pining and desperately waiting)

“What? What ‘flirting’?” Eddie raises a disbelieving eyebrow, “She was not flirting with me, she was just being nice!” Buck exclaims.

Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Oh Buck, you’re so strong, Oh Buck, you’re so funny, Oh Buck, how did you get your brownies to be so moist?” Eddie mocks, eyelashes fluttering, his voice exaggeratedly high.

(or, eddie gets jealous at a middle school bake sale.)

Eddie is currently in Christopher's middle school, glaring at a woman he vaguely recognizes as she places her hand on top of Buck’s bicep, laughing at something he says.

The school was hosting a PTA bake sale to raise money for various expenses, and Eddie had begged Buck not to make him go alone.

Buck agreed easily, loving any excuse to bake. He enlisted Christopher’s help so they spent an entire day making an absurd amount of baked goods.

And now all of those series of events had led him here, watching some woman flirt with Buck. The longer he stares the more he realizes he already knows this woman, she’s the mom of one of Chris’ friends, and clearly someone Buck has previously met.

That thought annoys him way more than it should.

Before he even registers what he’s doing, he’s making his way across the cafeteria, over to where Buck is. Once he reaches them, Buck acknowledges him by bumping their shoulders together but he never pauses his conversation.

Buck’s animatedly talking with her about his ‘signature’ brownie recipe. (He one-hundred percent stole the recipe off of Bobby.)

“You have to melt the butter to the correct temp, if not I’ve found that they aren’t as fluffy, you know?” The flirty soccer mom nods along, completely charmed with the human embodiment of sunshine, Evan Buckley.

“Mine always turn out so flat, I can never seem to find a good recipe but my god, yours are just delectable Buck! You have to give me your recipe!” She said, a flirtatious smirk on her lips. One that the blonde seems to completely miss.

“There are a few good ones online-“ She then turns to Eddie, a curious tilt to her head as she tries to figure out who he is. Buck cuts himself off,

“Wow, how rude of me, this is my- Eddie. Eddie Diaz. This is Eddie Diaz, Christopher’s father. Eddie, this is Cynthia, she’s Abigail’s mom.” Buck says flushing bright red and Eddie revels in it.

Eddie steps forward to shake her hand like the gentleman he is, “Yes, it’s wonderful to meet you Cynthia, I’m his partner, Eddie.”

As he finishes saying that he shoots Buck a shameless grin, feeling extremely proud of himself.

Buck frowns at him and avoids eye contact, his blush spreading deliciously up his neck.

“Oh! Well, you two certainly do make a beautiful couple.” She comments, visibly leering at both of them. Eddie just smiles at her, happy she now won’t flirt with Buck. The younger man shoots him another confused look but dives back into conversation with her.

—

As the night comes to a close, Eddie finds himself being forcefully dragged out into the parking lot by Buck.

“Hey, if you wanted to leave all you had to do was ask.” He snarks, Buck gives him a deadpan look that shuts him up.

“Everyone thinks we’re married,” Buck states. His tone is strange, almost monotone, which is making Eddie sweat a little.

“Oh. Huh. Okay… why?” He asks very eloquently, totally not choking on his spit.

Buck huffs, tugging at his beautiful curly hair.

“Why? Maybe because you told Cynthia we were partners!”

“We are partners!” Eddie exclaims.

“Yeah, at work!” Buck retorts right back, stepping into Eddie’s space. The reminder stings a little. (It burns so badly Eddie is wondering if he’s having a heart attack and idly wonders if he should pop a baby aspirin.)

He takes a step back, huffing, “Well sorry! I thought that you may have wanted saving from her relentless flirting!”

“What? What ‘flirting’?” Eddie raises a disbelieving eyebrow, “She was not flirting with me, she was just being nice!” Buck exclaims.

Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Oh Buck, you’re so strong, Oh Buck, you’re so funny, Oh Buck, how did you get your brownies to be so moist?” Eddie mocks, eyelashes fluttering, his voice exaggeratedly high.

Buck shoves him laughing, “You’re the worst, she didn’t say any of that, and she most definitely did not say moist.” Buck then appraises him for a moment, “You wanna know what I think?”

“What?” Eddie grumbles, knowing he likely does not want to know what Buck thinks.

“I think…” He draws out, “Somebody is jealous.”

Eddie can feel the tips of his ears go hot as he sputters, “I am not jealous. What would I even be jealous of?” He attempts to play off, failing miserably.

Obviously, he’s jealous that a beautiful single mom had captured Buck’s attention (He’d like to be the only single parent Buck has his eyes on, thank you very much). So yeah, he may have played up the whole partner thing. And yes he may now be continuing to be petty towards a woman who hasn’t actually done anything wrong.

Later he’ll feel guilty for all the bitchiness he’s felt towards this woman, but for now, he’s going to stare daggers at Buck in a middle school parking lot.

“Let’s go home.” Eddie mutters, eyes dropping from Buck’s face as he digs around in his pockets for his keys. He’s done with this conversation, he’s done with this bake sale, and he’s entirely done speaking about Cynthia.

“Eddie,” Buck calls, sounding much closer than before. Eddie ignores him, Buck tries again, “Eddie, Eds,” Begrudgingly he raises his head, meeting Buck’s gaze.

“I was not interested in Cynthia.” He states simply, although his stare is imploring, almost as though he’s trying to convey a deeper meaning to Eddie. One the older man isn’t grasping.

“Why not? She’s beautiful and nice and loves your brownies.” He spits out, bitterly. Buck just shakes his head, a fond look on his face as he chuckles a bit.

“I’m not interested in her because I’m interested in you.”

Eddie blinks at him owlishly, trying to comprehend that.

“You- what- me? Huh?” He nearly points at himself to emphasize the ‘me?’ point but doesn’t want to look like a complete idiot. Buck shakes his head, a fond-sounding sigh escaping his mouth.

“Eddie, you cannot be serious. Obviously, I’m in love with you, come on, you know me. Think about it.”

So he does. Eddie thinks over their entire friendship, every big moment, every tiny one. Every family outing and dinner. Each time they’d go home together.

The well, the shooting, the will, god- the lighting strike. Every major event that changed their lives, they experienced and got through them together.

Everything adds up and points to one thing.

They love each other.

“Wow.”

“Right?” Buck agrees, knowing Eddie has finally seen it. He takes another step into Eddie’s space until they’re standing so close they’re nearly chest-to-chest.

“Wow.” He repeats, feeling as though anything else he says will be inadequate. He looks up to Buck, brushing their noses together when he does.

Buck’s gorgeous blue eyes are shining in the glow of a nearby streetlamp. He’s smiling bright and wide, waiting for Eddie.

Eddie goes.

He places one hand on Buck’s shoulder to steady himself, and the other goes to hold Buck’s face. He tips him down just slightly, allowing their lips to finally meet.

Buck eagerly accepts the kiss and deepens it, a small groan escaping his throat.

They continue to kiss until Buck pushes back a little.

“God-,” he says panting, “Don’t get me wrong I’d love to keep going, but we are in a school parking lot, so not entirely ideal. And I'm pretty sure a woman is watching us from her car right now.”

Eddie tips his head back laughing, before grabbing Buck’s hand.

“Let’s go home then.”

Buck nods, “Yeah. Let’s go home.”

(jealous eddie diaz my beloved. hope you enjoyed this! thank you for all the support, and for reading. I’ll see you soon.)

[misqnon]

Royal Blue

A gen Sanji fic, around 6K words. also on ao3, here

“Hey, guys? The News Coo just dropped off a letter with the paper, but I think it was a mistake. It’s not addressed to any of us.”

“Who’s it addressed to?” Robin asks. 

“Vinsmoke.” Nami says simply, and Sanji actually staggers in his place on the deck. 

-----

Five times Sanji’s secret past as a Vinsmoke almost got revealed to the crew, and one time he can’t help but tell them.  

AKA I love dramatic character revelations and I’m bitter not everyone was there to react to Whole Cake Island. 

Disclaimer- I’ve never actually written for an active fandom before, nor have I finished reading/watching One Piece. Please forgive any blatant errors. I’m currently in the middle of Water 7 and I skip around a lot. 90% of my knowledge comes from secondary sources.

pls enjoy!

The first time it happened, it was less of a danger to his cover, and more a painful reminder that he had anything to hide at all.

After all, he’d left that history behind him so long ago that by now, more than 10 years later, he was sure he wouldn’t ever have to reveal that history. Hell, not even Zeff knew. As far as he was concerned, Sanji was just an orphan boy who’d ended up in that unlucky cruise ship kitchen, and he didn’t need to know how he’d gotten there. 

So when they’d all been traveling through the Alabasta desert, Luffy and Nami and Vivi and all the rest of the crew, Sanji hadn’t been thinking about it much at all. When they’d found out Vivi was a princess, well, it had put a little ping into his mind. That little, “You’re technically a prince, too, remember?” But he had quickly squashed it. Not anymore, and never again, so he didn’t need to dwell on the commonality between them.

That was, until weeks later, during that boundless desert trip, when they’d all been sitting around the campfire, resting up for the night on the cool desert sand. It was so much more pleasant than the heat that’d been oppressive over their heads all day. Everyone was chatting, idly enjoying the soup he’d made for everyone. Luffy had downed two bowls of it, and was now snoozing with his hat over his head to the right of them all. Zoro seemed to have a similar idea, though it wasn’t clear if he was actually asleep, or just leaning back with his eyes closed in his usual introverted manner. 

Nami and Vivi were sharing stories over the meal, shawls pulled over their shoulders, and Usopp and Chopper were messing around beside them, occasionally joining the conversation to interject one of Usopp’s grand adventures or Chopper’s impressed gasps. 

He decided to stroll over to the two women, now with his own bowl carefully balanced in his hand. The chef always ate last, after all.

“Hello, Vivi my sweet! And Nami, my swan! How is the soup?” He asked, practically floating through the air to slide in beside them both. Usopp silently rolled his eyes.

Vivi just smiled, answering for both of them. “It’s delicious, Sanji! Thank you for making dinner again.”

“Why of course! It’s my job as the chef, after all!” He sang, still balancing the soup in his hands that he has yet to even touch, now distracted. 

Then, he continued, “You know, this recipe is sometimes called ‘Marry Me Soup.’ They say it’s so good that it’ll convince you to marry the chef.” He said, wiggling his already swirling eyebrow.

Vivi just giggled. “I’m flattered, Sanji, but I don’t think my father would appreciate me getting married right now. Besides, I’ve always been told I’m expected to marry a prince.” She didn’t seem particularly happy about this, nor did she seem very enthusiastic about marriage, period- but Sanji still deflated at the undercut of a rejection. For multiple reasons.

The hopeless flirt within him almost blurted out, ‘Well, it’s your lucky day then, Princess Vivi!’

Except it didn’t, at all, because even for Vivi’s hand in marriage he wouldn’t let that secret slip. 

Instead, he just clamped his jaw shut, sat down beside them, and took a sad sip of his soup. Usopp and Chopper laughed, unaware of the true reason for his melancholy. Nami reassured Vivi he’d be fine after she momentarily worried she’d offended him, before scooching closer to inquire further if she really had to marry a prince someday, against her will. They began chatting again, Nami looking fiercely protective all of a sudden.

Sanji only had a couple more spoonfuls before he stood, silently, and walked off a few feet away from the group for a smoke.

A certain green-haired swordsman poked an eye open to glance over at him as he walked by.

That was odd. Sanji didn’t usually smoke while people were still eating. Especially the ladies. It was inconsiderate, he said, cigarette smoke wafting into people’s faces while they tried to eat, tainting the taste with the smell of nicotine.

But there he was, huffing away at the cigarette a bit too fast, in Zoro’s opinion. Then again, he didn’t really know anything about smoking. Nor did he care. He shrugged, shut his eye again, and went back to resting.

Now that Sanji thought about it, looking back, maybe it’d been on his mind more than he thought. After all, why else had he used the codename “Mr. Prince” while he impersonated Mr. 3?

—

“Liar Noland?”

“You know it, Sanji?” Nami asks, peering at this book that she’s never heard of. “But it says it was published in the North Blue.” 

“I was born in the North Blue.” He says, and actually smiles, wide and true. His memories of back then are anything but good, but…

“Didn’t I tell you?” He tries to play off, though he knows he’s done no such thing. “It’s where I grew up.”

“No, I thought you were from the East like the rest of us.” She muses, and Usopp agrees. 

Sanji continues. And a smile comes to his face again, for the same reason. “My mom used to read me that book when I was a kid.”

For a moment Nami and Usopp both think this is the first Sanji’s told them much of anything about his childhood- they know he had a pretty rough going when he met Zeff, but that’s about it. They’re too focused on the task at hand, though.

Nami opens it and begins to read, the rest of the conversation forgotten.

—

The seven of them stood around the ancient stone door as if peering at it would do anything.

“WHY WON’T THIS STUPID DOOR OPEN!?” Luffy yelled eventually, stomping his feet with impatience.

Robin stepped forward, looking closer at the intricate carvings of winged creatures and giant serpents. Most compelling was the small bowl that seemed to be carved into the center, right below a sharpened bit of rock in the enclave. 

“I’ve never seen anything like this before…” She said, hand to her chin in thought. Unlike Luffy, she wasn’t upset, only engulfed in academic curiosity. She stepped back then, walking away to inspect the other parts of the carvings, further down the wall. 

“Can’t we just break it down?” Zoro asked, poking at the old stone with little regard for its value. Nami frowned at him, slapping his hand away. 

Robin didn’t waste any emotion at his comment, still looking at the newfound bit of text she’d found behind some ivy. 

“This stuff is ancient, you idiot! It’s irreplaceable!” Nami growled, scowling as Zoro narrowed his eyes back at her. For a moment, Robin felt a bit of appreciation for the navigator. She was definitely the most levelheaded of this group so far.

“It could be booby-trapped! Besides, it’s probably worth a ton of Berry.” She said, eye’s suddenly aglow with a mischievous shine.

Nevermind, Robin thought with a sigh. 

Sanji, Usopp, and Chopper stood back with little to contribute. Usopp seemed to be trying to think of a way to get them over the impossibly tall wall, while Chopper distracted Luffy with the sighting of a big beetle.

Sanji just stood there, a lit cigarette lazily lilting smoke between his teeth. They’d probably figure it out between Usopp, Robin, and Nami. Meanwhile, he could continue to plan out what to make for the rest of the week with the meager rations of fruit and meat they’d gathered.

That was, until Robin finally stood, hand still on her chin but a look of accomplishment dancing on her features.

“Here. It says that to open the door, we must provide a drop of royal blood.” She explained, pointing to the ancient language inscribed on the ivy-covered wall.

Everyone rose their eyebrows at that, including (and especially) Sanji.

“Royal blood?” Usopp asked, confused. “Like a king or something?”

“Aw, man!” Luffy cried. “If only Vivi was still with us!”

“That doesn’t make any damn sense.” Zoro said. “How does the wall know whether the blood is royal or not?”

Robin shrugged. She was an archaeologist, not a scientist. “Who knows.” She said simply.

“I’ll just try it.” Luffy said, rolling up his sleeves and stomping over to the little enclave that held the bowl and the piercing rock. 

“Wait!!” Chopper yelled. “You can’t just go stabbing yourself with ancient rocks! Especially ones that have already had other people’s blood on it!” He cried, now trying to pull Luffy away from the wall. He continued to drone on about bacteria and blood-borne diseases as Sanji began sucking a little harder on his cigarette.

Honestly, he didn’t really see the need to get into the old temple anyway. He was starting to think they should just leave. For completely unselfish reasons.

“For once, I agree with the marimo. Let’s just break the damn thing open.” He said, stretching his leg. 

“No, damnit!” Nami said, stomping over to him. “You could set off a trap!”

He frowned at that, putting his leg down obediently. 

Usopp was next to Robin now, looking between the inscription she’d found and the spot where Chopper was still frantically pulling Luffy away from. “I don’t get it.” He decided finally. “Besides, what do they mean by ‘royal blood,’ exactly? Will any royal blood work, or only the royal blood of whoever ruled this nation?”

Robin found it to be a very good question coming from the teen. She nodded in agreement. “True. The inscription doesn’t clarify.”

As soon as Usopp said it, he began to wonder the same thing. And it made him more nervous. His poor cigarette was almost spent now. 

Would his blood work? If it did, would they suspect anything? Should he put it in now, and claim the door was just stupid, like Zoro had claimed earlier? If so, he’d better do it before Luffy, in case the rubber man’s didn’t work-

“HAHA!” Luffy exclaimed, finally pricking the tip of a rubbery outstretched finger on the rock. Chopper deflated in resignation, now joining the rest of them in peering at the bowl as Luffy’s blood fell into it. 

The drop of blood fell into the bowl, sat momentarily on the bottom, then was suddenly absorbed by the porous stone as if it was dying of thirst. Everyone looked on in various states of amazement and fear as they waited, one second, two seconds, three seconds, five, ten-

“...I don’t think it’s doing anything.” Nami finally grumbled.

“Well, the good news is, it doesn’t look like it set off any traps.” Replied Usopp, looking around anxiously for any sign of movement in the jungle around them.

Robin was peering at the bowl with curious blue eyes. “Intriguing…”

“Aw, man!” Luffy huffed. He turned suddenly to Usopp. “Usopp, you try.”

“WHAAA? WHY ME?”

“You like Kaya. And Kaya’s kinda royalty. That’s close enough, right?”

“KAYA ISN’T A PRINCESS, LUFFY! SHE’S JUST RICH! AND I’M NOT EVEN HER! THAT’S TOO MUCH OF A STRETCH.” Usopp yelled in frustration. 

Zoro, Chopper, and Nami were various degrees of frustrated and fed up listening to the two of them bicker. Sanji was still anxiously tapping his foot, hoping the captain wouldn’t systematically make them all try. And if he did, hoping that his didn’t do shit.

That is, until they heard the familiar call of Marines from up the path behind them. 

Sanji turned, eyes wide with panic. “Shit-” He said, lighting another cigarette. 

“Marines? All the way up here? How?” Someone said. Sanji wasn’t even paying attention anymore.

“HURRY USOPP! C’MON, GO!”

“NO, LUFFY! MINE WON’T BE ANY DIFFERENT!”

Zoro started unsheathing Wado, ready for a fight, though even he seemed to realize that that was far too many Marines and they were far too close to be able to run.

As the group devolved into arguing, panic, and frantic attempts to prepare for a fight, Sanji looked back one last time at that stupid door and its stupid little blood-sacrifice bowl. 

The Marines were visible now, charging from the bottom of the hill and quickly approaching- the path they’d used to get here- the only path out- now blocked. 

Sanji cursed, pushing through the mess of the crew and jabbing his thumb onto the rock. 

The group went quiet as the giant stone doors began to shake, then pulled slowly open into a dark, but open, temple. 

They all looked in surprise to Sanji, who bit down on his cigarette and began running through the opening. 

“C’mon, idiots! The Marines are right behind us!”

The group took one look back and followed, sighing in relief as the giant stone doors began to pull shut again just as they’d all made it through. 

Everyone was still running, unsure if the Marines would be able to power through, though Luffy had bound up beside him to ask,

“WOOOAH, SANJI! ARE YOU ROYALTY OR SOMETHING?”

“No, idiot. The door’s just stupid. It probably just didn’t work for you ‘cause your blood’s all rubbery and shit.”

Luffy frowned at that, though he seemed satisfied with that answer. 

Sanji didn’t turn around after that, but by the feeling of several pairs of eyes boring into the back of his head, he got the feeling the rest of the crew wasn’t quite as convinced.

—

Luckily for him, (and quite unluckily for everyone else), the temple was indeed filled with booby-traps. No one had any time to ask him why the hell his blood had worked because they’d spent the next hour or so of their lives trying not to die.

When they finally made it out the other side, sweaty and beat-up and a few crewmates still a little bit on fire, it was the last thing on everyone’s minds. Especially considering the map they’d found as spoils for their trouble.

Later that night, though, when they’d made it back to the Going Merry and everyone had feasted on grilled pork and pineapple and rice, Zoro stayed behind after dinner, arms crossed and leaning broodily against the doorframe, all despite the drinking that was now taking place out on the deck. 

“What do you want, Marimo?” Sanji spit, though he had a feeling he might already know what it was.

“Why did your blood open up that door?”

“Like I said, I don’t think that hunk of rock can actually differentiate between royal blood and not. We just got lucky.”

“Luffy’s blood didn’t work.”

“Yea, and like I said, it’s probably because his blood’s all fucked up and made of rubber.” Sanji bit back, emphasizing the fact that he’d already explained this.

“He’s still human. And I’m pretty sure I heard the Marines trying to prick themselves on it too after we got through.”

Sanji shrugged. “I guess I got some royalty in my family line somewhere, then. Like I said, lucky for us.”

Zoro glared at him. ‘Like I said, like I said.’ It was suspicious. 

“Whatever, shit-cook.” He finally replied, shoving off the wall and heading back out to deck to join the party. 

Sanji bitterly lit another cigarette.

—

“Newspaper’s here!” Someone calls from the front deck of the Sunny. Sanji’s already walking around with a tray of drinks, currently stopped at Zoro, who takes it without much of a thank you aside from a glance.

He rolls his eyes and moves on, wanting to take a peek at the paper anyway. Nami has it at the moment, so he heads over, even though he’s already given her her drink- first, as always.

“Anything interesting, Nami?” He asks, forgoing the swan~ that got him an eyeroll earlier. He’s also just genuinely curious, which has him distracted just enough to act normal around women.

She skims it and frowns. “Nah, not much. Unless you consider Buggy interesting news.” She says, throwing the stack of parchment to the nearby table without a care. She takes her drink and leaves, presumably to go work at her desk.

Sanji does not find Buggy the Clown to be worthy of his attention, but the damn weirdo happens to pop up way more than he or any of the crew seems to think reasonable. 

Regardless, he takes a peek at the newspaper anyway, since he’s already there. Nami’s right, nothing’s of interest- save for the stupid comic strip they’ve included on the last page.

Sora, Warrior of the Sea.

Sanji frowns, his face twisting up into the kind of gangster-like grimace he reserves for Zoro when he’s most exceptionally pissed him off. 

He’s not nearly as bothered about it as he should be, but the comic is included in almost every issue of the paper they’ve received since they hit the Grand Line. The first time he’d spotted the Vinsmoke name he’d nearly had a stroke, but apparently, the few crew members who actually read that bit of the paper seemed convinced it was all fictional, the villainous Germa 66 army included.

Sanji was quite fine with leaving it that way.

It’s just a shitty attempt at Marine propaganda, and the fact his family’s been written in as villains as if they aren’t a real royal family kinda does make him laugh. They’ve become so synonymous with evil that they’re written as cartoon villains by the same news company that works with them in the crime underworld. Sanji’s surprised they don’t see it as a slap in the face- maybe they do, but the strips continue to come out unchanged.

On the best days he laughs acridly at the insult it does his biological father, on the worst he bites his lip in anger that he and his crew have to be exposed to their existence.

Though…

He reads the title over again.

Even if it’s just some bullshit marine propaganda, the way they’ve named the main character who beats the evil Germa family again and again brings a small grin to his lips.

—

All in all, the various times his past had almost come out had been relatively easy to cover up.

The closest call, however, had been when they’d landed on an unsuspecting Spring island, a little too close to the North Blue for his liking.

Franky had stayed behind to work on the ship, but the rest of them had gone ahead and went inland to restock supplies, stretch their legs, and find what this island had to offer. 

And for once, they'd decided to stick together instead of splitting up. Mainly because some signs around town had said something about a big festival taking place in the square, and Nami, Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper had convinced the last few less sociable crewmates to come along. 

Despite the proximity to North Blue, Sanji wasn't actually that worried. He'd never heard of this island before, and he doubted his father would be anywhere near it either. Germa may be a wandering country, but it hadn't left the North Blue in a while as far as he knew, and at the moment they were still in the Grand Line.

So when they all walked up the brick path to the town square, finding before them a wonderful spread of tents, stages, and food stalls, he actually found himself a little excited. Good food, good entertainment, and- he squinted his eyes at the closest stage, where a group of women in traditional garb were performing a folk dance.

Beautiful women? Hell yea, maybe this pit stop would be worth it after all.

“Wow, this looks amazing!” Nami cried, clapping her hands together. “I wonder what it’s all for?”

Usopp jutted a hand over his shoulder. “I think one of the signs we passed said it’s somebody’s birthday. Probably one of the kingdom’s rulers, if I had to guess.”

“Usopp, look!” Chopper interjected, pulling lightly on the leg of the sharpshooter’s pants. “They have cotton candy!”

“Cotton Candy!?” Luffy grinned, patting his hat. He ran off like a cartoon character, leaving a trail of smoke and guffaws of laughter behind him. Usopp and Chopper followed behind.

“Wait! You guys don’t have any money!” Nami said, jogging after them with her Berry pouch already half-opened to loan some out (with interest).

Eventually, she’d caught them, and handed out a bit of Berry to the rest of the crew, too. She sent Zoro back to the ship to grab Franky, both so he wouldn’t miss out and so that Zoro wouldn’t get lost on his own. (If he could even make it back to the ship, anyway).

Then she and Robin began making rounds to all the shops and stalls while they waited, leaving Sanji to do whatever he liked by his lonesome. 

And he had absolutely no problem with that. 

Obviously, he went straight over to the dancers, making obnoxious heart-eyes in the audience while he watched. 

Soon enough, though, he calmed down and ended up wandering the food stalls, trading recipes with the vendors and even picking up some local produce from others. 

He'd spent nearly an hour doing so, occasionally running into another Strawhat or two, when a man stopped him near one of the textile stalls. 

Sanji had been about to head back to the ship, looking over one last fancy gourd with a scrutable eye, when someone called out his name. Well, a name.

"Young Master Vinsmoke?"

Sanji felt his blood run cold. He snapped his head up, his eyes meeting a man he didn't recognize. 

He looked friendly enough- actually, he looked quite pleased to see him. He was posed nervously, as if he couldn't believe what was before him. 

Now that Sanji thought about it, he did look somewhat familiar- the frilly outfit and the pins, bobs, and needles stuck into his pin-cushion bottoms. Some measuring tape hung loosely from a pack on his side, and bifocal glasses sat atop his head. 

Not familiar enough, though. And Sanji didn't care who the hell he was, not after calling him that. 

"Are you talking to me?" Sanji asked, cold anger already growing, though at the moment he was trying to keep his cool. 

The man shook his head in amazement. "It is you, isn't it? Young Master Sanji? Why, they told me you'd died!"

Sanji just gaped at him, his latest cigarette falling gracelessly out of his mouth. 

He suddenly grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and dragged the two of them behind the nearest stall, to an unoccupied alleyway nearby. The man squeaked in surprise, which Sanji ignored.

"Who the hell are you?" He gritted out, suddenly realizing his friends could be nearby. He prayed nobody had heard them. After last time, there'd be no way he'd be able to sweep it under the rug again. 

"O-Oh, you don't remember me! My apologies, sir. I'm Taloose. I work as a royal tailor. I worked for your family when you were young, Mr. Vinsmoke.”

“STOP CALLING ME THAT.” Sanji growled, resisting the urge to pull the man up by the lapels of his frilly suit. He knew the other man didn’t know any better, but it still pissed him off. 

Taloose squeaked again. “I’m sorry, sir!”

Sanji let out an irritated breath. “And stop calling me sir.” He grumbled, though with considerably less bite. 

“I don’t answer to that name anymore, and I’m not a prince either. So just Sanji is fine.”

The tailor seemed hesitant to comply, but he nodded, silently. 

There was a long and uncomfortable silence then. Sanji did recognize him, now that he thought about it. He barely saw the guy- maybe every couple months when he was really young, coming in to fix up little suits for special events for him and his siblings. At that age Sanji was still quite friendly, despite the abuse, but he didn’t form close bonds with the various workers at the beck and call of the Vinsmokes. If anything, he was too focused on his mother’s health and his failings in training. Any memories of this guy were quick snippets and stills of standing on a platform with measuring tape around his waist, and little else.

Realizing the silence had stretched a bit too far, Sanji figured he should probably say something. He had dragged the guy back here, after all.

“Tell me…If you worked for my family, then what are you doing here?” He tried not to let his anxiety seep into his question.

“Well, I’m a traveling tailor. I serve many royal families, including the family here. I helped craft the princess’s dress for this party, as well as some of the other family members. Once I was done, I decided I’d stop by and peruse the textile booths around the market- quite a fine selection if I do say so myself-!” He watched Sanji’s face become irritated and decided to shut up. “But, yes. Just here for the event, really.”

Sanji eyed him carefully. “Do you…still work for my family?” 

Taloose shook his head. “No, actually. I don’t mean to flatter you, but you were always my favorite of the Vinsmoke children. Miss Reiju was alright, but the other three boys were quite rude, and with age they only got worse.” He made an unsettled face, as if to imply ‘rude’ wasn’t the full extent of it. 

“It became increasingly difficult to work with them, and my work reflected that. I was on the verge of quitting anyway when your father fired me. I wasn’t qualified to be sewing raid suits anyway.” He scoffed.  

“So you don’t have contact with them any more? You won’t tell them that you met me here?” Now his voice was betraying his anxiety, but he didn’t care.

Taloose just shook his head, smiling kindly. “No sir. I wouldn’t go back even if they paid me a million berries!” He said, standing tall and adjusting his frilly collar with pride. 

Sanji felt himself relax a bit. He nevertheless pulled a new cigarette from the pack in his front pocket. 

“You wouldn’t happen to know where they are nowadays, would you?” He asked after a drag. His fingers twitched ever so slightly despite the coolness he now desperately attempted to front.

Taloose was luckily a man without judgement. He shook his head gently. “No, I don’t have a clue. Hard to tell with the place always on the move.” He paused then, looking over Sanji with keen eyes. 

“...I can tell you don’t wish to see them again. I apologize if my presence here made you uncomfortable. I assure you, I haven’t had contact with the Vinsmoke family in years. Should for whatever reason I come into contact with them again, I will not reveal your presence.” He says, bowing. “I promise.” A smile graces his face within the bow.

Sanji grumbles as he grabs Taloose by his collar, yanking him up to stand again. “Ya don’t gotta bow to me, idiot.” 

“...But I appreciate that. Thanks.”

—

Sanji and Taloose part ways after that. 

He’s glad to be rid of the reminder of his past, glad to have the reassurance the Vinsmokes aren’t actively searching for him or anything- but still troubled to have these memories brought back yet again. Running from your past is easy until you’re traveling the world with infamy, and suddenly the spotlight seems to put you back on the radar of harm long thought dead.

Make no mistake, Sanji didn’t regret his choice to join the Strawhats in the slightest. But he was beginning to wonder how much longer he could conceivably keep this secret.

It’s two years before it finally comes back to bite him in the ass.

—

“Hey, guys? The News Coo just dropped off a letter with the paper, but I think it was a mistake. It’s not addressed to any of us.”

Everyone’s heads pop up from their respective locations around the ship, peeking at Nami and the stack of papers now held in her hand. Luffy swings over from his spot on the figurehead. 

“What’s it say!? Open it!” He yells excitedly, now looking down over her shoulder at it himself. 

“You can’t open someone else’s mail, Luffy, it’s against the law.”

“We’re pirates!” He retorts, and for once Nami feels silly, realizing he’s right in this matter. She purses her lips and eyeballs it again, some recognition starting to come to her face. 

Sanji has come down from the galley by now, hands in his pocket as he and most of the rest of the crew approaches the only entertainment they’ve had so far on an unusually boring day of sailing.

“Who’s it addressed to?” Robin asks. 

“Vinsmoke.” Nami says simply, and Sanji actually staggers in his place on the deck. 

“Strangely enough, isn’t that the villain from that popular comic in the newspaper sometime? Why on Earth would someone try to send a fake character a letter? And how’d we end up with it?” Nami continues, though Sanji doesn’t hear her. He’s too busy falling into the depths of a panic attack here and now.

He’d say that his stomach dropped when he heard her say the name, that his blood ran cold, but with his worst trauma suddenly cropping up in front of him in real life, truly occurring and unable to be stopped, right before the gaze of his crew, his family- he just feels nothing. A switch flips in him and all he feels his nothingness, and then pure hot fear.

“...Sanji? Are you okay?” Chopper asks from beside him, his kind face full of worry at the cook’s near instant reaction. He looks pale, his face is staring straight down at the deck like if he doesn’t look up it isn’t real, and from this angle Chopper can actually see both of his eyes for once, and they’re both blown wide and full of fear. 

But he doesn’t answer, because as Chopper asks this Nami slips her thumb under the fold of the envelope and is about to rip it open, and Sanji lurches forward and has to stop himself from Diable Jambe-ing Nami’s hands and burning the letter to ash. He still does something quite out of character for him when it comes to the redheaded woman- which is that he actually yells at her to stop.

Nami, and everyone else, for that matter, freezes.

“Sanji?” Nami asks, incredulous, and a little worried.

He settles for taking it from her hands, as gently as he can manage, which is not at all.

“Don’t.” He says darkly, even though he already has the letter safely in his own hands.

Everyone is silent. They all expect someone to break the silence and yell about not being rude to Nami, but the person they expect to do so is standing right in front of them, doing exactly that. Sanji sighs, and without looking at his crew, slowly rips open the letter.

He looks it over, eyeing it as if he’s in his own pocket dimension at the moment, and no one else is there. Then, when he’s read the contents, he pauses, folds the letter, and sticks it in the pocket of his slacks. 

Everyone is waiting with a question on their lips when he finally looks up again, but no one says anything, even Luffy.

Then Sanji sighs, and crosses his arms. He looks all of a sudden more nervous and unsure of himself than they’ve seen him since before Saboady, maybe even since they’ve met him.

“Do you guys remember…back in Skypiea, when we found the book Liar Noland?”

It seems an odd place to start, but they all give various sorts of a nod.

“And I told you all how I was actually born in the North Blue.” He says, reaching an arm up to rub awkwardly at the back of his neck. He really wished he had a cigarette right now, but he didn’t want to interrupt by lighting one.

They nod again, aside from Franky and Brook, who hadn’t been on the crew yet at that time.

“Well…” He can’t help it anymore. Quicker than they’ve ever seen him do it before, he slips a cig from his pack and lights it with ease, pulling some smoke out of it like he’s thirsty for it. They’ve all started to put pieces together by now, or at the very least, realize he’s about to open up to them about something quite big.

“My real name…No. My birth name is Vinsmoke Sanji.” He says, wincing at the words put together outloud. “And I’m…I was a prince.” 

Everyone’s eyebrows raise at that, eyes widening; save for Zoro and Luffy, who stay relatively straight-faced, listening intently.

“I left when I was 8. I snuck onto a cruise ship, and then Zeff found me.” He continues, mincing the more ugly details that he doesn’t quite feel ready to tell them yet. He doesn’t want this to become a sob story.

“Basically, I’m a runaway prince. Though my father told everyone I was dead anyway…” He sucks in another breath full of smoke. He keeps stuttering and trailing off in his words in a way that so isn’t like him, it’s making him sick. He just wants to get this over with.

“The point is, this letter…It’s for me. I’ve been invited back…”

For a moment, Sanji considers not telling them the truth. He doesn’t want to put them in danger, he doesn’t want them to pity him, he doesn’t want them to feel the need to help him, to do so because he’s too weak to do it himself.

But he also trusts them. More than anyone else in the world, save for his father. His real father.

“For an arranged marriage to one of Big Mom’s daughters.” He grits out, biting down on his cigarette with distaste.

Usopp looks ready to burst with questions, Nami and Robin are incredulous, and even Zoro looks vaguely emotive. Franky and Chopper and Brook are just waiting for someone else to say something first.

But Luffy is, strangely enough, smiling. He adjusts the position of the straw hat on his head, ensuring it’s nice and tight. Then he gives Sanji a grin.

“I’ve been waiting for a reason to pick a fight with Big Mom.” He says. 

And somehow, that’s the most reassuring thing he could have heard Luffy say to all of that.

[mmfood]

Indian breakfast recipes, super soft Idlies from the South Indian breakfast, Paneer paratha from North Indian breakfast and delicious breakfast with bread.

[alameluskitchen]

Spice Up Your Life with Authentic South Indian Flavors at Alamelu's Kitchen 🍛✨

Hey foodies! 🌶️ If you're as obsessed with exploring new flavors and diving into culinary traditions as we are, welcome to Alamelu's Kitchen! Here, we’re all about celebrating the vibrant, comforting, and absolutely delicious world of South Indian cuisine. Whether you’re a fan of spicy curries, crispy dosas, or coconut-flavored sweets, there’s something here for everyone to fall in love with.

🌴 What Makes South Indian Food So Special?

South Indian food is a feast for all the senses! Imagine dishes filled with a blend of earthy spices, fresh coconut, tangy tamarind, and fragrant curry leaves. Each dish has its own story, passed down through generations. From savory to sweet, South Indian cuisine has flavors that’ll take your taste buds on a journey.

✨ Here are a few must-try dishes you’ll find at Alamelu’s Kitchen:

Idli and Dosa: Start your day with perfectly fluffy idlis or crispy golden dosas, both iconic South Indian breakfast options. Paired with coconut chutney and a bowl of sambar, they make a filling, flavorful meal.

Chettinad Chicken: Our Chettinad chicken is a must-try for spice lovers! Made with freshly ground spices, it’s rich, spicy, and bursting with flavor—just the way Tamil Nadu loves it.

Sambar Rice: Looking for a comforting meal? This hearty combination of rice and sambar, made with vegetables and spices, is the ultimate comfort food for a cozy day in.

Payasam: No South Indian meal is complete without a sweet ending! Our creamy, cardamom-infused payasam is perfect for those with a sweet tooth.

Each of these dishes brings a taste of home and the warmth of South Indian hospitality. To dive deeper into these recipes and explore more, check out Alamelu's Kitchen for a world of authentic flavors.

🌱 Health and Flavor, Hand in Hand

South Indian cuisine isn’t just tasty; it’s healthy too! Ingredients like lentils, turmeric, and coconut oil are packed with nutrients and have been used for centuries to promote wellness. For more on the health benefits of South Indian ingredients, visit our Health & Wellness Guide.

So, if you're ready to embark on a culinary journey that’s as good for your soul as it is for your taste buds, come join us at Alamelu’s Kitchen! 🌺✨

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[clatterbane]

Plotting that bread for later. Current plan: more pseudo-rye, this time of a less sweet type and using the dill seed instead of caraway. Haven't had anything like dill rye since before I left the US, and I really used to love whatever commercial stuff Kroger's regularly carried.

Also planning on using my judgment, with a couple of other known-good recipes for reference. Much more confident in my ability to wing it with bread by now than GF sweet baking. 🫤 But, we'll just have to see how it goes. And of course I'm going to get tiresome blogging about it along the way!

Currently waiting for a home frozen pan of lasagna to finish baking for supper and turning out some salad to go with it, while idly planning my attack. Because that's just the kind of nerd I am.

[toneophealth]

Explore The Best Breakfast Choices For Weight Loss 

The first meal of the day is breakfast. Breakfast is good for your mental and physical well-being. Healthy food gives the body what it needs to start the day by replenishing blood sugar or glucose.

Breakfast is crucial for individuals of all ages, particularly kids and teenagers. Breakfast eaters are more likely to be more focused, capable of solving problems, and have better hand-eye coordination. 

They might also be more creative and aware. A hearty and nutritious breakfast generally helps prevent many lifestyle disorders, including diabetes, PCOD, and hypertension.

In English, "breakfast" means ending the fast from the previous night. There are a variety of "typical" or "traditional" breakfast alternatives, with cuisine selections varying globally based on geography and custom.

5 Simple Vegan Breakfast Ideas

There are plenty of vegan breakfast options available. Your morning meal with a delicious vegan spread gives your body the nutrition it needs. Nonetheless, milk, bread and butter, an omelette, and scrambled eggs make up the majority of Indians' breakfasts. Here are some vegan options for Indian breakfast that you can try from ToneOp:

1. Roti/Paratha With Vegan Curd Or Sabzi

A great and easy vegan breakfast option is paratha/roti with sabzi, a North Indian breakfast classic. To make a complete meal, add some vegan curd to the mixture. Steer clear of butter and ghee when cooking. To make your paratha even more delicious and nutrient-dense, stuff it with veggies like potatoes, cauliflower, radish, and coriander.

2. Dosa/Idli With Chutney And Sambar

Sambar and idli/dosa make a pretty simple breakfast. Sambar is a hot curry with vegetables, including onion, carrots, and tomatoes. Since split black gram and rice are used to make idli/dosa, they are high in fibre. Together, they make a delicious vegan breakfast.

3. Upma

Upma, also known as rava upma, is a traditional breakfast dish that is a savoury porridge prepared with a mixture of vegetables and semolina. This makes a tasty and nutritious dinner, especially with filter coffee or vegan chai.

4. Besan Chilla 

In North India, besan chillas are a well-known dish that is both vegan and gluten-free. They are made by creating crepes using a spicy chickpea flour batter, which is easy to prepare.

5. Dalia

Dalia, also called broken wheat porridge, is a well-liked and nourishing vegan breakfast option. It is tasty and an excellent source of fibre, protein, and essential nutrients such as iron and magnesium. 

7 Recipes For Egg Breakfasts

Here are a few recipes for egg breakfasts:

1. Mughlai Paratha

The quintessential Indian staple, parthas go well with almost anything. One such variation with a sizable fan base is Mughlai Paratha. From West Bengal, India, to Bangladesh, people love the traditional Bengali street food known as mughlai paratha, fried to perfection and loaded with eggs.

2. Baked Eggs

Onions, cherry tomatoes, and other seasonings are added to whisked eggs before they are cooked to perfection. It produces one of the greatest breakfasts, full of protein.

3. Parsi Eggs

Scrambled eggs with subtle spices, a traditional Parsi dish, are eaten with bread, buns, or pav.

4. Indian Style Omelet

Stir-fried spicy eggs with tomatoes, onions, and fragrant spices. A quick, easy, and savoury typical Indian morning food is the masala omelette. It's a fantastic high-protein breakfast option from India. 

5. Bhurji Egg

Nothing matches a spicy, delicious egg bhurji paired with parathas for a hearty breakfast. All vegetarians love this scrambled egg recipe since it is so easy and quick to make.

6. Cheese And Egg Wrap

The most portable and all-inclusive source of nutrients is an egg. Protein, vitamins, and minerals like calcium, phosphorus, iron, and lecithin are all included. While there are many methods to cook eggs, the three most common ones in this recipe for breakfast are scrambled, poached, and boiled.

7. Sandwich Egg With Mayo 

The mayo sandwich is a quick, simple, and distinctive recipe. Its origins are in British cooking. 

7 Breakfast Choices For Professionals In The Workforce

Replace the standard breakfast menu with these delicious and nourishing alternatives:

1. Vegetable and cottage cheese sandwich

2. Substituted Chicken

3. Chaat Fruit

4. Fresh Fruit and Oatmeal

5. The Sandwich Tiranga

5. Poha

7. Sprout Cutlets with Moong

The Advantages Of Eating Breakfast

Individuals who consume a nutritious breakfast are more likely to experience the following advantages:

Increases your level of focus and productivity all day long. This may be the result of glucose, the brain's main energy supply, being restored. 

Eating breakfast can help people lose weight by lowering their appetite later in the day, which helps them avoid junk food at later meals. 

People who eat breakfast tend to be more energetic and exercise more than many people who skip breakfast. It keeps them in shape and busy.

Research indicates that people who eat a nutritious breakfast consume less cholesterol than those who don't.

The Final Say

Having a nutritious breakfast is essential for individuals of all ages since it enhances focus, productivity, and energy levels. It also helps prevent lifestyle disorders such as diabetes, PCOD, and hypertension. There are numerous vegan and egg-based breakfast options that are both delicious and nutritious. Furthermore, substituting unhealthy breakfast choices with wholesome alternatives can provide nourishment and aid in weight loss

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Explore the Best Restaurants in Tiruchendur for a Memorable Dining Experience

Tiruchendur, a charming coastal town in Tamil Nadu, is not only celebrated for its spiritual heritage but also for its vibrant culinary scene. Whether you’re a pilgrim or a traveler, the restaurants in this town offer a delicious variety of South Indian delicacies that showcase the region's authentic flavors.

From crispy dosas to scrumptious seafood, the variety here takes care of different tastes. Many restaurants near the iconic Tiruchendur Murugan Temple serve wholesome meals and act as a perfect stop for devotees seeking a quick and satisfying dining experience after their visit to the temple.

Saravana Bhavan Restaurant is one of the top spots, and the extensive menu promises nothing but the best quality. From soft idlis to rich biryanis, their dishes are made using traditional recipes, which promise a delightful experience.

The beachfront restaurants offer its seafood lover a lot, especially when fresh catches are turned into mouthwatering dishes like fish curry and prawn fry, blending terrific food with ocean views.

Make your trip even more enjoyable by discovering the culinary gems Tiruchendur has to offer. For more details on the best dining options in the town, check out Hotel SSR's guide. From traditional South Indian meals to exquisite seafood, Tiruchendur is sure to leave you craving for more.

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Best Indian Restaurants in McKinney, TX: Explore Authentic Flavors and Spices

McKinney, Texas, is known for its rich history, charming atmosphere, and a growing, diverse culinary scene. Among the many global cuisines making their mark in McKinney, Indian food has become a standout for its vibrant spices, bold flavors, and diverse range of dishes. Whether you’re craving a comforting butter chicken, a fragrant bowl of biryani, or sizzling tandoori meats, McKinney’s Indian restaurants provide an authentic dining experience that will transport your taste buds straight to India.

Indian cuisine offers a wide array of flavors and textures, from creamy, spiced curries to crunchy appetizers and sweet desserts. In McKinney, local Indian restaurants are dedicated to offering these authentic tastes with high-quality ingredients and traditional cooking methods. Let’s explore what makes the Indian restaurants in McKinney, TX so special, the must-try dishes, and what you can expect from these vibrant dining spots.

Why Indian Restaurants in McKinney Stand Out

Authentic Indian Flavors Indian cuisine is known for its rich use of spices such as cumin, coriander, turmeric, garam masala, and cardamom. McKinney’s Indian restaurants embrace these authentic flavors, bringing traditional recipes and cooking methods to the table. Whether it's a creamy butter chicken or a smoky tandoori dish, the food in McKinney’s Indian eateries is bursting with flavor and depth.

Variety of Regional Dishes One of the highlights of Indian cuisine is its regional diversity. Indian restaurants in McKinney serve dishes that represent various regions of India, from the rich, creamy curries of North India to the light, crispy dosas of South India. Whether you’re in the mood for North Indian classics like dal makhani and chicken tikka masala, or South Indian specialties like idli and dosa, McKinney’s Indian restaurants offer a diverse menu that caters to all tastes.

Vegetarian and Vegan Options Indian food is naturally rich in vegetarian and vegan-friendly dishes. With options like chana masala, aloo gobi, and baingan bharta, McKinney’s Indian restaurants cater to plant-based diets without sacrificing flavor. Whether you're a lifelong vegetarian or simply looking for lighter fare, there’s no shortage of delicious, plant-based meals at these eateries.

Family-Friendly Atmosphere Indian restaurants in McKinney provide a warm and inviting environment that makes them perfect for family dining. Large portion sizes, shareable platters, and customizable spice levels ensure that diners of all ages can enjoy their meals. These restaurants also offer catering services, making them ideal for special events, gatherings, and celebrations.

Must-Try Dishes at Indian Restaurants in McKinney

Butter Chicken (Murgh Makhani) A true favorite of many, butter chicken is a rich, creamy curry made with tender chicken simmered in a tomato-based sauce flavored with spices like garam masala and fenugreek. It’s mildly spiced, making it a great dish for those who are new to Indian food or prefer something on the lighter side.

Biryani Biryani is a flavorful rice dish that features tender meat (usually chicken, lamb, or goat) marinated in aromatic spices and layered with basmati rice. Often garnished with fried onions, boiled eggs, and fresh herbs, this dish is a feast for the senses and a must-try for anyone looking to explore the flavors of Indian cuisine.

Tandoori Specialties Food cooked in a tandoor (a traditional clay oven) has a unique, smoky flavor that can’t be replicated by other cooking methods. Tandoori chicken, seekh kebabs, and freshly baked naan (Indian flatbread) are some of the standout dishes cooked in the tandoor. These dishes are flavorful, slightly charred, and full of rich spices.

Samosas Samosas are a popular appetizer made from crispy, deep-fried pastry pockets filled with spiced potatoes, peas, and sometimes meat. Served with tangy tamarind chutney or refreshing mint chutney, samosas are perfect for sharing and kick off any meal on a delicious note.

Masala Dosa A classic South Indian dish, masala dosa is a thin, crispy pancake made from rice and lentil batter, filled with spiced potatoes. Served with sambar (a tangy lentil soup) and coconut chutney, it’s a filling and satisfying dish that’s perfect for breakfast or lunch.

Mango Lassi To cool off the spices, try a mango lassi — a refreshing, yogurt-based drink flavored with sweet mango and a touch of cardamom. This creamy, slightly tangy drink complements the bold flavors of Indian food, making it the perfect beverage to pair with your meal.

Chole Bhature A hearty and flavorful North Indian dish, chole bhature consists of spicy chickpeas (chole) served with fluffy, deep-fried bread (bhature). It’s a filling dish that’s often enjoyed for breakfast or lunch, providing a satisfying combination of spices and textures.

Why Choose Indian Restaurants in McKinney?

Cultural Experience Indian restaurants in McKinney offer more than just a meal; they offer a cultural experience. From the aromas of the spices to the artful presentation of dishes, dining at these restaurants allows you to experience the warmth and hospitality that are central to Indian culture.

Convenience and Delivery Many of McKinney’s Indian restaurants offer delivery and takeout options, allowing you to enjoy authentic Indian cuisine from the comfort of your home. Whether you’re craving a rich curry or a fluffy naan, these restaurants make it easy to satisfy your cravings wherever you are.

Catering for Special Events Planning a party or special event? Many Indian restaurants in McKinney also offer catering services, providing a wide range of dishes perfect for large gatherings, corporate events, or family celebrations. Whether you’re serving appetizers like samosas or a full buffet of biryani and tandoori specialties, Indian food adds flavor and flair to any occasion.

Growing Popularity As the demand for diverse dining experiences continues to grow in McKinney, Indian restaurants are becoming a staple in the area. With an increasing number of locals and visitors discovering the rich flavors of Indian food, the Indian food scene in McKinney is thriving.

Conclusion

If you're looking to explore the vibrant and flavorful world of Indian cuisine in McKinney, TX, you're in for a treat. Whether you're craving a rich butter chicken, a fragrant biryani, or crispy samosas, McKinney’s Indian restaurants offer an array of authentic dishes that will take your taste buds on a flavorful journey. With a variety of regional specialties, family-friendly atmospheres, and excellent customer service, McKinney's Indian eateries are a must-visit for anyone looking to indulge in the tastes and traditions of India.

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Craving Comfort Food? Find Homemade Meals from Local Home Chefs

There's something about comfort food that makes us feel right at home, even when we're far from it. Whether it's the warmth of a freshly prepared dish or the familiarity of a family recipe, homemade meals have a special way of nourishing both body and soul. If you're craving some delicious comfort food, look no further than local home chefs offering their creations.

Homemade Food Near Me: A Taste of Home

Imagine sinking your teeth into a plate of your favorite comfort food, prepared with love and care by a local home chef. With the rise of food delivery services and home-based chefs, it's easier than ever to find home made food near me that satisfies those cravings for comforting, home-cooked meals. From hearty stews to flavorful curries, local chefs are bringing the taste of home right to your doorstep.

Whether you’re in the mood for something hearty or something light, there's no shortage of options. The beauty of homemade food is that it’s made fresh, often using local ingredients, ensuring a truly authentic and wholesome experience.

South Indian Food Near Me in [Your Location]

For those who crave the rich, spicy flavors of South Indian cuisine, you're in luck! South Indian food is known for its vibrant flavors and diverse range of dishes, from crispy dosas to tangy sambar and indulgent curries. If you're wondering, "Where can I find South Indian food near me in [Your Location]?" there are numerous home chefs ready to serve you their best.

These local chefs often offer a range of South Indian delicacies that will transport you straight to the heart of Southern India. From the savory delights of idli and vada to the fragrant, spiced biryanis, there’s no shortage of choices when it comes to homemade South Indian food.

The Comfort of Homemade Meals

What makes homemade meals so comforting is the care and attention to detail that goes into each dish. Home chefs use time-honored recipes passed down through generations, often using ingredients you can trust. Whether it's a rich coconut curry, crispy vada, or a simple yet comforting plate of rice and sambar, each dish is a reflection of the chef's love for food.

Ordering from local home chefs also supports small businesses and provides an opportunity to try dishes that are often made with local ingredients. So, the next time you're craving something hearty, consider ordering from a home made food near me service or check out South Indian food near me in [Your Location] for a satisfying, homemade meal delivered right to your door.

Why Choose Homemade Comfort Food?

Conclusion

Next time you're in the mood for comfort food, don't hesitate to search for home made food near me or South Indian food near me in [Your Location]. The world of local home chefs is waiting to deliver a comforting, delicious meal straight to your door. Let the warmth and authenticity of homemade food satisfy your cravings.