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Unexpected affection <3

HAPPY NEW YEARS 🌸🌸🌸

Sypnosis: your brother's bsf goes with you to a new years festival because none of your friends are free!

Pairing:ot7!enhypen x fem!reader

Genre: fluff!!!

Warnings: None!

Enjoy my pookies 🫶✨

**Heeseung <3** The festival was as lively as you’d imagined, lanterns swaying gently in the breeze, illuminating the streets in warm, golden hues. Crowds bustled around you, laughing and chattering, while the smell of sizzling street food filled the air. But the excitement you’d hoped to feel wasn’t quite there—not with your friends all busy and your brother conveniently ditching you last minute.Instead, you found yourself walking beside Heeseung, your brother’s best friend. “Do you always sulk this much, or is it just because I’m here?” Heeseung teased, nudging your arm. You rolled your eyes, though a small smile tugged at your lips. “I’m not sulking. I just didn’t expect you to be my festival buddy tonight.”He shrugged, his hands in his jacket pockets. “Well, your brother begged me to keep you company, and I’m not one to say no to free food and fireworks. ”You laughed despite yourself. “Fair enough. But don’t think you’re getting out of this without trying the games. I’m determined to win something tonight. ”Heeseung raised an eyebrow, his trademark smirk forming. “You think you can beat me? Alright, let’s see what you’ve got.” The two of you stopped at a ring-toss booth, and true to his competitive nature, Heeseung went all out. He was annoyingly good, effortlessly winning a plush bunny on his first try. “For you,” he said, handing it to you with an exaggerated bow. “A token of my undying friendship. ”You took the bunny with mock reverence. “Wow, how generous. You’re really pulling out all the stops tonight, huh?” “Always,” he said with a wink. As the night went on, Heeseung proved to be surprisingly fun company. He dragged you to the food stalls, insisting you try everything he pointed out. You couldn’t help but laugh as he attempted to balance three skewers at once, nearly dropping them all when a kid bumped into him.“Careful there,” you teased, snatching one from his hand.“Hey, I was just about to eat that!” he protested, though his grin gave him away.When the countdown to midnight began, Heeseung led you to a quieter spot near the edge of the festival grounds. The river glimmered under the moonlight, a peaceful contrast to the bustling festival behind you. “Not bad, huh?” he said, leaning against the railing.You nodded, the cool breeze brushing your face. “It’s beautiful.” Heeseung glanced at you, his expression softening. “I’m glad your brother couldn’t come tonight.” You blinked, surprised. “Why?” He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “Because I wouldn’t have gotten to spend time with you like this.” Before you could respond, the first firework exploded in the sky, painting everything in brilliant hues of red and gold. Heeseung turned to face you fully, his eyes reflecting the glow. “Can I do something?” he asked, his voice quieter now. Your heart skipped a beat, but you nodded, unable to find your words. Slowly, he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours in a kiss that was as gentle as it was unexpected. The fireworks crackled above, but all you could focus on was the warmth of his touch and the way your heart raced.When he pulled back, his cheeks were slightly flushed, but his usual smirk was still there. “Happy New Year.” You smiled, your voice soft. “Happy New Year, Heeseung.”

As the festival roared back to life around you, you couldn’t help but think that maybe your brother ditching you wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

Rest of the members under the cut ✨✨✨

**Jongseong <3**The scent of caramelized apples and the faint chill of winter filled the air as you shuffled nervously beside your brother’s best friend. The New Year’s festival bustled with life, lanterns glowing above as laughter echoed around the plaza. But the usual excitement you’d feel was overshadowed by the fact that he was here with you.Your brother’s best friend.Jay had offered to come along when your plans fell apart, and you weren’t sure if you were grateful or mortified. You knew him well enough, but hanging out alone? It felt… different.“You don’t have to keep checking your phone,” Jay teased, his voice smooth and warm. “I’m not going to let you get lost.”You looked up from your phone sheepishly. “Sorry, just... It’s weird not being here with my friends. I don’t want to ruin your night.”Jay’s lips curled into a small smile, and you swore the festival lights made him look unfairly handsome. “You’re not ruining anything. Actually, I kind of wanted an excuse to come here. Guess it worked out for both of us.”Your cheeks burned, but you managed to laugh it off. “You must be bored out of your mind, though. No games with my brother, no guy talk—”Jay interrupted, his tone playful. “Or I could be enjoying the company of my favorite festival buddy. Ever think of that?”You stopped walking, stunned by his words. Was he teasing you, or did he actually mean it? The playful sparkle in his eyes made it impossible to tell.“Come on.” He grabbed your wrist gently, pulling you toward a stand selling sparklers. “Let’s make this night memorable.”You let yourself be dragged along, your heart pounding in your chest. Together, you lit a sparkler, watching the tiny fireworks crackle and dance in your hands. You couldn’t help but glance at Jay. His face glowed in the warm light, his features softer than you’d ever seen.“Happy New Year,” you whispered as the final sparks fizzled out.Jay turned to you, his smile so genuine it made your breath catch. “Happy New Year, Y/N. Let’s make this a tradition.”And for the first time that night, you forgot about your canceled plans and friends. Standing there with Jay, it felt like the best way to start the year.

**Jaeyun <3** The soft hum of a festival melody and the glow of lanterns guided your steps as you adjusted your scarf. Beside you, Jake strolled with an easy smile, hands stuffed into his coat pockets, radiating warmth despite the cold January air.You weren’t sure how it happened, but when your brother mentioned your plans falling through, Jake had volunteered to tag along without hesitation.“You didn’t have to come, you know,” you mumbled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m sure you had better plans.”Jake shrugged, glancing down at you with that familiar twinkle in his eye. “Nah. Spending New Year’s Eve with someone cool is better than anything else I could’ve done.”You laughed lightly, rolling your eyes. “Sure, because hanging out with me is so cool.”“It is,” Jake said seriously, making you pause. He grinned, his dimpled smile melting the tension in your shoulders. “Come on, you don’t give yourself enough credit. You’re fun to be around.”Before you could respond, Jake pointed toward a small stand selling floating lanterns. “Let’s do that!”You hesitated. “A lantern? Isn’t it better to do it with someone special?”Jake tilted his head. “And I’m not special?”You sputtered, heat creeping up your neck. “I-I didn’t mean it like that—”He chuckled, grabbing your wrist gently and pulling you toward the stand. “Relax, Y/N. It’s for fun, okay? We’ll make a wish for the new year.”Moments later, you stood side by side, holding the lantern between you. Jake crouched slightly, carefully lighting it before the two of you released it into the night sky.“What did you wish for?” Jake asked, his voice softer now.You stared at the lantern as it floated higher, its glow blending with the stars. “I don’t think I’m supposed to tell, or it won’t come true.”Jake smirked. “Mine will.”You raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? What was it?”He looked at you, his eyes warm and full of something you couldn’t quite place. “To make more memories with you.”Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, the bustling festival seemed to fade into the background. Jake’s words hung in the air, his gaze locked with yours.You laughed nervously, nudging him lightly. “You’re cheesy, you know that?”“Maybe,” he replied, his grin never wavering. “But it worked, didn’t it?”The lantern disappeared into the night, but the memory of Jake’s words lingered, leaving you with a strange warmth in your chest.And just like that, the New Year’s festival felt a little more magical.

**Sunghoon <3** The sounds of laughter and distant chatter filled the cool night air as you walked side by side with Sunghoon through the lively streets of the New Year’s festival. The flickering lights from the stalls illuminated his face, making his sharp features even more striking under the winter sky. "I’m not sure how we ended up here," you said with a small laugh, glancing at Sunghoon, who was, as always, a picture of effortless elegance. "I didn’t even ask for your help when my friends bailed." Sunghoon glanced at you and raised an eyebrow. "I know. But you looked like you could use some company. And who better to spend New Year's with than someone who knows you well enough to not let you feel awkward?" Your heart fluttered at his words, but you couldn’t tell if he was being serious or joking. His teasing smile didn’t help. "I can manage on my own, you know," you said, trying to hide the nervousness in your voice. Sunghoon gave you a knowing smile. "But you’re not alone. Let’s just enjoy the night." The two of you moved through the crowd, sampling food from stands, playing carnival games, and even sharing a laugh as Sunghoon tried (and failed) to win you a plush toy. But despite the fun, something about the night felt more special because he was by your side. "You know," you began, feeling a little braver, "this doesn’t feel as bad as I thought it would." Sunghoon stopped in his tracks and turned to face you. "I’m glad you think so." His eyes softened, a gentle smile curving his lips. "I like being with you like this, even if it’s just for tonight." Your heart skipped a beat at his words, unsure of what to say. But before you could answer, he gestured toward the sky. "Look, the fireworks are starting." You both stood there for a moment, watching the colorful explosions light up the sky, each burst of light more beautiful than the last. Sunghoon’s hand brushed against yours, the brief contact sending a shock of warmth through you. You didn’t pull away. "Do you believe in New Year’s wishes?" you asked, turning to him with a quiet curiosity. Sunghoon looked down at you, his gaze thoughtful. "I think… if you make a wish, it should be something worth waiting for." You stared at him, trying to decipher the meaning behind his words. But before you could ask him anything further, he continued. "My wish for tonight? That we don’t let this be the last time we share a moment like this." The fireworks exploded in the background, the colors illuminating his face in the most mesmerizing way. You could feel your heart beating faster, and for the first time in a while, the New Year felt like a fresh start—one you were happy to take with him by your side. "That’s a good wish," you whispered. "I think I’m starting to wish for the same thing." Sunghoon smiled, his hand slipping into yours. "Then let’s make it happen." As the last firework burst in the sky, you realized that this New Year’s had become unforgettable, not because of the festival itself, but because of Sunghoon and the way he made everything feel so right.

**Sunoo <3** The evening air was crisp, filled with the lively hum of voices and the sweet scent of festival treats. You found yourself walking alongside Sunoo, the two of you drifting through the crowd at the New Year’s festival. The sparkling lights above and the distant sound of fireworks created a dreamlike atmosphere, but the presence of Sunoo by your side made it feel even more magical. “I can’t believe my friends all bailed, and I ended up with you instead,” you teased, nudging Sunoo lightly with your shoulder. Sunoo’s eyes twinkled as he glanced over at you. “Oh, I see. You’re regretting your choice already?” His voice was playful, but his smile softened, and you couldn’t help but grin in return. “Not at all,” you said, your voice almost too sincere for the teasing tone you intended. “You’re a pretty good substitute for a fun night.” “Well, I do try to be fun,” he said, shrugging, but there was a warmth in his smile that made your heart skip. “I think this is the most fun I’ve had all night.” The two of you wandered from booth to booth, trying everything from cotton candy to playing games, laughter filling the spaces between your words. The sound of fireworks signaling the New Year approaching made the whole atmosphere feel surreal, like something out of a perfect memory. As midnight drew closer, Sunoo took a step closer to you, and you felt a sense of nervous anticipation that you couldn’t explain. He stopped in front of you, his face serious now. “So, what’s your wish for this year?” he asked, his voice quieter, as if the moment had become more intimate than you expected. You hesitated for a moment, the festival around you fading as your thoughts focused on Sunoo. You couldn’t tell if you were ready to share your wish, but somehow, with him standing there so close, you felt like you could. “I think…” you began, your heart beating faster. “I wish for things to change this year, for everything to feel more… real.” Sunoo’s eyes softened, his gaze never leaving yours. “You know… I think I wish for something like that too.” Before you could ask what he meant, the crowd erupted in cheers as the fireworks began. But Sunoo wasn’t watching the fireworks; his eyes were locked with yours. He reached for your hand, his grip warm and gentle, pulling you toward the quiet side of the festival, away from the crowd. He stopped in front of a glowing lantern that floated peacefully in the air, the soft light reflecting in his eyes. “I think this is the part where I tell you,” Sunoo murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, “that I’m really glad I’m here with you tonight.” Before you could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, lingering kiss. The world around you seemed to disappear—there were no crowds, no noise, just the feeling of his kiss that left you breathless. When he pulled back, you both stood in silence for a moment, your heart racing. “Happy New Year, Y/N,” Sunoo said, his voice low, full of meaning. You smiled softly, still caught in the magic of the kiss. “Happy New Year, Sunoo.” As you stood there, under the lantern’s glow and surrounded by the fading fireworks, it felt like everything you had ever wished for was right there, starting with the boy in front of you.

**Jungwon <3** The New Year’s festival was in full swing, the streets alive with excitement. You and Jungwon walked side by side, your laughter blending with the sounds of fireworks and cheerful chatter. The chilly air nipped at your skin, but the warmth of being with him made you forget about the cold. “I didn’t think I’d be spending tonight like this,” you said, looking up at the bright lanterns that lined the street. “But I’m glad you’re here.” Jungwon gave you a playful glance, his eyes sparkling under the colorful lights. “Why? Don’t you like hanging out with me?” You rolled your eyes, trying to hide your growing smile. “I never said that. I just didn’t expect to be at a festival with you, that’s all.” “Well, it’s better than spending the night alone, right?” Jungwon teased. “Besides, you can’t just let New Year’s Eve pass by without making the most of it. You’re stuck with me now.” You found yourself laughing at his playful tone, your heart warming in his presence. It felt like everything was falling into place. The two of you wandered around the festival, enjoying the food, the games, and the quiet moments in between. At one point, Jungwon grabbed your hand as you walked past a stand selling light-up toys, pulling you over to pick out a glowing star. “You always look good when you’re having fun,” Jungwon said, handing you the toy with a grin. His words caught you off guard, and for a moment, you weren’t sure if he was just being his usual teasing self or if there was something more behind his comment. Before you could respond, the sound of fireworks erupted above, their bright lights dancing across the sky. You both stopped in your tracks, the dazzling colors reflecting in your eyes. "Do you ever make a wish at midnight?" Jungwon asked quietly, his voice almost lost in the noise of the festival. You looked up at him, meeting his gaze. “I don’t know… maybe this year.” Jungwon smiled, the softest of expressions, and nodded. "Me too." As the last firework exploded above, the crowd’s cheers rang in your ears. The world seemed to pause in that moment, the fireworks now a distant glow, and it was just you and Jungwon standing together. He took a step closer, his hand gently reaching for yours. “You know,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, “I’ve always wanted to kiss someone on New Year’s Eve. Feels like the perfect moment.” Your heart raced as your breath hitched. “And… what if you don’t get the chance?” Jungwon smiled, his thumb brushing over your hand. “I think you just gave me the chance.” With that, he closed the distance between you, his lips pressing softly against yours. The kiss was slow, tender, but filled with everything you both hadn’t said out loud. The warmth of his lips against yours sent a rush of emotions through you, and for a moment, the world beyond the festival seemed to disappear. When the kiss ended, Jungwon leaned his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin. “Happy New Year, Y/N,” he whispered. “Happy New Year,” you replied, your voice soft and full of meaning. As you stood there, hand in hand, surrounded by the fading glow of fireworks, you knew this New Year’s would be a memory you’d treasure forever.

**Niki <3** The festival was at its peak, with the skies painted in colors from the fireworks and lanterns glowing along the streets. But the noise and excitement around you seemed distant as you walked beside Riki. His usual playful demeanor was replaced with something a little quieter tonight, something that made your heart flutter every time you caught his eye. “So, are you having fun?” you asked, nudging Riki as the two of you strolled past food stalls and games. Riki smirked, though it seemed softer than usual. “You know, it’s a lot more fun than I thought it would be, especially since you’re here with me.” He glanced at you, his eyes holding something unreadable. Your heart skipped at the look, but you laughed it off, trying to play it cool. “Really? I thought I’d be the one holding you back from doing something fun. My friends bailed, remember?” Riki just shrugged, the playful twinkle returning to his eyes. “Guess I’m your backup plan then. Not bad, huh?” You rolled your eyes at him, but the smile on your face didn’t fade. You had always felt comfortable around him, and the night was slowly turning into something special. As midnight drew near, the fireworks started to light up the sky, and you found yourself standing a little closer to Riki as you both watched the colors explode above. The sounds of laughter and celebration surrounded you, but in that moment, everything felt a little quieter. “Do you ever think about what you wish for on New Year’s?” you asked, your voice barely rising above the noise. Riki tilted his head, his eyes still focused on the fireworks. “Yeah, sometimes. But honestly… I think this moment is enough for me.” He turned to face you, his gaze locking with yours. “Being with you like this, I don’t need anything else right now.” Your breath caught at his words. Was he being serious? His usual teasing tone was gone, replaced with something that made your heart race. Before you could process your thoughts, Riki stepped a little closer, his breath warm against your skin as the last firework shot up in the sky. His hand brushed against yours gently, and your fingers instinctively intertwined. “You know,” he murmured, his voice so soft you almost didn’t hear him over the fading fireworks, “I’ve always wanted to kiss someone when the clock strikes midnight. And I think… I think I want it to be you.” Your heart pounded in your chest, and before you could respond, Riki leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a soft, almost tentative kiss. The world seemed to pause around you—the fireworks, the festival, everything—until it was just you and him, the night wrapped around you like a secret. When he pulled away, you both stood there, surrounded by the fading glow of the fireworks. Riki’s hand stayed in yours, his thumb gently brushing your knuckles. There was a silence between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable—just peaceful, filled with unspoken understanding. “You know,” he finally said, his voice low and a little more vulnerable than usual, “this is a moment I won’t forget.” You smiled softly, leaning against him. “Me neither, Riki. Me neither.” As the last of the fireworks disappeared into the sky, you felt like the night had given you something precious. Not just the kiss, but the feeling of being seen, of being here, in this moment, with him.

AHHHHHH I JUST LOVE WRITING FOR THEM...EVERY SINGLE MEMBER IS SPECIAL TO ME

I wrote this as soon as I got home from the festival I went to and suddenly got inspiration

Hope u enjoyed 🌸🫶

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differentpostrebel · 3 months ago

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Queen of the Night

A/N: Happy Halloween Besties! I made this today because I always wanted to do a halloween one shot and I have to say… its giving part 2, but we got Vampire Sanji ;). And we also have a little heavy action in this also. I ain't gonna like Y/N, I would have folded too, cause Sanji!” There is also a movie reference if you get it, feel free to let me know, and you wont believe what the night has in store. I hope you guys enjoy and Happy Halloween!”

Word Count: 8.5K

Sanji x y/n, Platonic frienship with Usopp.

CW: Smut, teasing, MINORS DNI…

You were walking down the street with your friend Usopp on Halloween night, already looking forward to enjoying a nice glass of wine back home. "For the last time, Usopp, there is no such thing as Dracula or ghost ships," you said, trying to understand where he got these outlandish ideas.

"Easy for you to say!" Usopp shot back, clutching a cross in one hand and a Bible in the other. His eyes darted around suspiciously, as though expecting a vampire or specter to leap out from the shadows at any moment.

"You already look like a priest, Usopp," you teased, laughing at how ridiculous he appeared. "Can’t you just give it a rest?"

Usopp shook his head solemnly, glancing nervously around the dimly lit street. "You laugh now, but when Dracula swoops down and tries to make you his midnight snack, you’ll wish you had my holy protection." He then reached into his pocket and dramatically pulled out a garlic necklace, draping it around his neck with all the seriousness he could muster.

"Usopp, really?" you said, rolling your eyes as he straightened the necklace like it was a badge of honor. You continued down the street together, the chill of Halloween night in the air. But suddenly, Sanji popped out from behind a corner, causing Usopp to shriek, "Ahh!" as he clutched his Bible to his chest.

Sanji burst out laughing as he lit a cigarette, casually blowing out a stream of smoke. He wore a white dress shirt and black slacks, looking effortlessly charming. "Why would you do that?" you asked, laughing with Sanji as Usopp grumbled under his breath.

"Sorry, Usopp," Sanji chuckled. "So, are you guys coming to my Halloween party tonight?"

"You bet," you answered, elbowing Usopp, who had already started backing away.

"Nope! I can’t make it! I have the I-can't-go-to-parties-because-it’s-Halloween disease! It’s highly contagious!" Usopp declared, holding up his garlic necklace like a shield.

"We’ll be there," you assured Sanji, glancing over at Usopp with a grin. Sanji’s gaze lingered on you as he gave a charming smirk.

"Good. Also, Y/N, you’re looking rather cute tonight," he said, giving you a slow once-over. "Can’t wait to see what costume you’ll wear."

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks as Usopp muttered about curses and spooky omens, while Sanji grinned, clearly enjoying the effect his words had on you. "Let’s go, Usopp. We’ve got to plan what you’re wearing to Sanji’s party," you said, dragging him along as he mumbled excuses under his breath.

Back at your place, you and Usopp settled in with apple slices dipped in caramel, snacking as you brainstormed costume ideas. "So," you began, “should I go as a sexy witch or a bunny?”

Usopp nearly choked on his caramel. "Why don’t you dress like a vampire?" he suggested, raising an eyebrow as he chewed thoughtfully.

"That’s a great idea!" you exclaimed, heading to your closet and pulling out a red and black corset with lace off-shoulder sleeves, a black mini skirt, and black heels. You held the outfit up, imagining the perfect finishing touch—a bold red lip and maybe even a pair of fangs.

But Usopp’s face turned pale. "You seriously can’t go dressed as a vampire, Y/N! What if Dracula sees you and decides he wants you as his next victim... or bride!" he stammered, clutching his garlic necklace as if it were his last line of defense.

You laughed, patting Usopp on the back. "Don’t worry, Usopp. I think I’ll be safe. Besides," you teased, “with you by my side, I’ll have all the holy protection I need!”

An idea suddenly popped into your head. "Ohh, I have the perfect costume for you! You can go as Van Helsing!" you said, cheering with excitement.

Usopp gave you a deadpan look. "And why would I do that? I’m not going!” He stuffed another caramel-dipped apple slice into his mouth, looking thoroughly unbothered.

"Come on, Usopp, for me?” You pouted, trying to give him your best pleading look.

He crossed his arms, unimpressed. "Nope! I’m staying right here where it’s safe."

"Ugh, fine!" you sighed, though a playful smile tugged at your lips. "But if something goes screwy, I will haunt you," you said, pointing a teasing finger at Usopp.

You headed to the bathroom, excitement bubbling as you slipped out of your casual clothes and started putting on your new Halloween costume. Carefully, you tied the red-and-black corset tight around your waist, admiring how it accentuated your figure. The lace off-shoulder sleeves gave it a dark, elegant touch, and the mini skirt added just the right amount of mystery to your look. Once dressed, you took a final glance in the mirror, pleased with the transformation.

Opening the door, you stepped out with a sly grin, and Usopp practically choked on his apple slice. His eyes widened as he took in your vampiric look, and his mouth hung open.

"You better be careful, Y/N, or it won’t be Dracula coming after you," he muttered, trying to compose himself as he gulped down his food.

Laughing, you grabbed your makeup bag and began adding the finishing touches. A couple of small red dots on your neck, accented with a touch of purple to make them look like fresh bite marks, added to the undead allure. With a little fake blood, you perfected the look, letting a thin red trail drip from the corner of your mouth for a striking, sinister effect. You even dabbed some on your lower lip to give it a freshly-fed look.

Usopp’s eyes grew even wider. "Are you sure you’re not part vampire?" he muttered, eyeing you warily, holding his cross up just in case.

You struck a playful, dramatic pose. "Don’t worry, Usopp, I’m here for fun... not blood." You gave him a sly grin and added, "Are you sure you don’t want to come?"

"Nope," Usopp replied, though he was already pulling a wide-brimmed black hat over his head, finishing off his reluctant Van Helsing look. "But I’ll be on the lookout for anything fishy," he muttered, adjusting his garlic necklace with a slight shiver.

You smirked, noticing his transformation. "I thought you said you weren’t dressing up?"

"I said I wasn’t going, but that doesn’t mean I’m not prepared to run if Dracula shows up," he retorted, the hat dipping low over his eyes as he gripped a wooden cross tightly.

"Fair enough," you said with a chuckle, grabbing his arm. "Now, let’s go!" You dragged Usopp out the door, ignoring his last attempts to wriggle free.

After a few minutes of walking, you both stopped in front of a grand, mansion-like castle. The place looked straight out of a gothic horror story, with towering spires and faint fog circling its grounds. A shiver of excitement—or maybe a little fear—ran through you as you took it all in.

"Are you sure this is the address, Y/N?" Usopp asked, his eyes widening as a flock of bats suddenly darted out of the shadows, fluttering above your heads before vanishing into the night.

"Well... Sanji did say this was the place," you replied, feeling a touch of uncertainty yourself. "Maybe it’s just—"

Before you could finish, the enormous double doors of the mansion slowly creaked open, the sound echoing in the quiet night. A warm glow spilled out from inside, revealing a grand staircase beyond the threshold, lined with flickering candles.

You glanced at Usopp, whose face had gone pale as he tightened his grip on his cross. "Alright," he whispered, taking a deep breath. "Let’s just get in, say hi, and get out before anything... supernatural happens."

Grinning, you tugged him along. "Come on, Van Helsing, where’s your Halloween spirit?"

As you approached the massive front door, you rang the doorbell, and the howl of a werewolf echoed from hidden speakers, making Usopp jump.

"There! He’s not here. Let’s go!" Usopp yelped, starting to backpedal.

But before he could escape, the door creaked open, and out stepped Sanji, holding a red cup in one hand and a cigarette dangling from his lips. His gaze met yours, a smirk spreading across his face as he took in your outfit. Sanji had gone for a casual but striking look: a crisp white dress shirt with the top buttons undone, a loose tie draped around his neck, black slacks, and polished dress shoes. He looked effortlessly suave, as always, and his eyes gleamed with mischief.

"Leaving so soon?" he drawled, taking a long drag on his cigarette.

You felt a slight blush creep up as he eyed your costume approvingly. "Not a chance," you replied, nudging Usopp forward, despite his nervous mumbling.

Sanji’s gaze lingered on you for a moment longer. "Well, well... not only did you dress up, but you brought a bodyguard," he chuckled, glancing at Usopp, who clutched his cross a little tighter.

"Van Helsing, actually," Usopp corrected with a gulp. "I’m just... here to make sure Dracula doesn’t pull any funny business."

Sanji laughed, blowing a stream of smoke. "Don’t worry, Dracula’s already had a few drinks," he winked, "and I’m sure he’d have a hard time catching up to someone as gorgeous as you, Y/N."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Funny. What are you supposed to be?"

Sanji took a dramatic puff from his cigarette, tilting his head with a roguish grin. "Me? I’m a devilishly handsome party host," he replied with a wink, giving a small, playful spin to show off his outfit. "Or maybe I’m just a lost soul looking for a good time."

Usopp snorted beside you, finally loosening up a bit. "Lost soul, huh? Well, good luck finding your way back with that sense of direction."

Sanji gave Usopp a half-hearted glare but couldn't suppress his smile. "Careful, Van Helsing, or I might let Dracula sneak up on you tonight." He turned his gaze back to you, his eyes flickering with mischief. "But more importantly... what are you supposed to be, Y/N? A vampire queen who’s here to steal hearts?"

You grinned, showing off the fake fangs you'd slipped on. "Close enough. Think of me as a vampire with... a taste for a good party," you teased, leaning into the role.

Sanji let out a low whistle, clearly impressed. "Then allow me to be your humble servant for the night, Miss Vampire," he said, extending an arm gallantly. "Shall we?"

You chuckled, taking Sanji's arm as he led you and Usopp inside. Usopp, looking warily at every shadow and decoration, muttered under his breath, "If I see one coffin, I’m out."

"Would you relax?" you whispered-yelled, trying to stifle your laughter.

As you began to walk down the dimly lit hallways, you couldn’t help but admire the gothic style of the mansion. The outdated furniture, adorned with intricate carvings and rich, dark fabrics, gave the place an eerie yet enchanting vibe. "Nice decorations," you remarked, genuinely in awe.

"Thanks! I've collected a few vintage pieces over the years," Sanji replied, his pride evident as he continued to guide you through the labyrinth of rooms.

Suddenly, Usopp halted in his tracks, his eyes wide as he stared at a particularly large painting hanging on the wall. "Y/N! Did you see that?!" he yelled, his voice rising in panic.

You turned to him, eyebrow raised. "Usopp, if you're talking about the furniture, yes, I did see it."

"No, not the furniture!" he exclaimed, pointing dramatically at the painting. "That one winked at me!"

You and Sanji exchanged glances before bursting into laughter. "Usopp, it’s just a painting! It can’t wink," you said, trying to contain your amusement.

Sanji leaned in closer, a teasing glint in his eye. "Maybe the painting's just excited to see you. It knows you’re a vampire hunter now!"

Usopp crossed his arms, huffing in indignation. "You’re both just going to laugh it off? What if that painting is a portal to the underworld or something?"

"Then we’ll have to fight our way out," you replied, nudging him playfully. "But seriously, let’s keep going. I want to check out what else is here."

With a reluctant nod, Usopp followed, though you could tell he was still on high alert. As you continued deeper into the mansion, the sounds of laughter and music grew louder, and you could see more guests in various costumes mingling and enjoying themselves.

"Welcome to the party!" Sanji announced as you entered a grand room decorated for the occasion. Some guests wore elaborate masks, adding an air of mystery to the festivities.

"I didn't know this was a masquerade party!" you exclaimed, glancing around in surprise.

Sanji handed each of you a red cup filled with a mysterious liquid. "Here you go! Try this!"

Usopp took a tentative sip and immediately grimaced. "Ugh, what is this?" he said, scrunching his face in disgust.

"That is a family secret, but it’s blood punch," Sanji replied with a playful wink directed at Usopp.

"Bl… bl… blood punch?!" Usopp stammered, looking horrified.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, suppressing a laugh at Usopp's reaction. "It's just a Halloween drink, Usopp. Don’t be such a scaredy-cat!"

With a smirk, you took a sip of your own cup. The flavor was surprisingly delicious, a sweet mix with just a hint of tartness. As you savored it, you noticed Sanji watching you intently, a look of hunger in his eyes that made your heart skip a beat.

"What do you think?" he asked, leaning in slightly closer, his gaze locked onto yours.

You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks, realizing how close he was. "It's good! I mean, it’s a little tangy, but I like it!" you managed to say, trying to keep your composure.

Sanji’s smile widened, and for a moment, it felt like the noise of the party faded into the background. "I knew you would," he replied softly, a hint of mischief in his tone. "Maybe you’ll even enjoy it enough to want seconds."

Usopp, still recoiling from the drink, interrupted with a nervous laugh. "Hey, Y/N! Let’s check this out!" He pointed toward a dimly lit hallway, dragging you along with him. For a split second, you noticed Sanji’s expression darken, almost like a growl escaping him, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Something feels a bit off," Usopp muttered as you walked.

"What makes you say that?" you replied, taking another sip from your red cup, savoring the sweetness.

"Well, for starters, some of the guests are wearing masks!" he exclaimed, glancing around with wide eyes.

"That’s part of their costume, Usopp!" you reassured him, making your way back to the punch bowl for another drink.

"Y/N! What if it’s real human blood in there?" he blurted, a look of genuine fear on his face.

"It would have a metallic taste, wouldn’t it?" you teased, taking another sip as you grinned at him.

"Fine! I’m going to look around to see if there’s any funny business!" Usopp declared, stomping off to investigate.

"I give him a good five minutes before he comes back," you chuckled, shaking your head.

Curiosity got the best of you, and you slowly wandered toward the grand staircase, the ornate banister catching your eye. As you ascended, you marveled at how lavishly Sanji had decorated the place. Man, Sanji went all out with the decorations and this castle, you thought, admiring the gothic splendor surrounding you.

As you continued to walk, a slight shiver ran down your spine, causing you to turn around instinctively. "What was that?" you murmured to yourself. Turning back, you collided with a hard chest, causing some of your drink to spill onto him.

"Oh my, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t…" you began, your eyes widening as you looked up.

"That’s quite alright, no need to worry," came Sanji's familiar voice, smooth as silk. He gently pulled you up, his hands warm against your skin.

"I'm really sorry about your shirt," you said, flustered as you attempted to wipe the red stain, only making it worse.

"Why don’t we go wash up?" Sanji suggested, his gaze steady on yours as he pulled you toward a small bathroom just off the hallway.

Inside, the atmosphere shifted, the air thick with an unspoken tension. Sanji removed his shirt, and you couldn’t help but admire the way his muscles tensed, the definition in his arms and chest accentuated by the dim light. You felt your cheeks warm as you watched him.

“Just a little more,” he murmured to himself, focusing on the stain as water splashed against his skin, glistening in the soft light. He turned back to you, a smirk playing on his lips, which sent your heart racing.

With your back hitting the door, you were trapped in a moment where the world outside faded away. Sanji stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, the scent of him intoxicating. "You know, Y/N," he said, his voice low and husky, "I always thought you’d make the perfect vampiress—elegant, alluring…"

You swallowed hard, feeling the pull of his gaze. “I’m just a vampire for Halloween,” you managed to say, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Ah, but a stunning one at that,” he replied, stepping even closer. The playful sparkle in his eye was now replaced with something deeper, more alluring. “You should be careful, though. A lovely creature like you might attract the wrong kind of attention.”

You could feel the heat radiating off him, the electricity in the air thickening. “And what kind of attention would that be?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, daring to hold his gaze.

He leaned in, his breath warm against your skin. “The kind that could leave you wanting more,” he teased, a seductive smile curving his lips as he inched closer, the distance between you practically nonexistent. In a sudden, unexpected movement, Sanji lifted you effortlessly, his strength almost unhuman, and placed you on the edge of the bathroom sink.

“Sanji!” you gasped, a mix of surprise and exhilaration coursing through you as he blocked you in with his hands on either side, trapping you in his tantalizing proximity. He began to pepper kisses along your neck, each one sending shivers of pleasure through you. You couldn’t help but moan at the sensation, your body responding to him in ways you hadn’t anticipated.

“Just one bite… and I promise, you won’t feel pain at all,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear, igniting a fire deep within you. The combination of desire and pleasure began to build like a slow-burning flame, threatening to engulf you entirely.

Suddenly, a loud crashing noise echoed from outside, jolting you back to reality. “What was that?!” you exclaimed, scrambling to get off the sink. “We need to check it out!”

“Stupid fool,” Sanji murmured, his voice a low growl as he furrowed his brows, clearly annoyed by the interruption. But before you could respond, the sound of your name broke through the tension.

“Y/N!” Usopp yelled from outside the door, urgency lacing his voice. You quickly opened the door, finding him looking more frantic than usual.

“Usopp! What’s going on?” you asked, concern creeping into your voice.

“There’s something in the basement!” he blurted out, his eyes wide with fear.

“Basement? What do you mean?” you asked in confusion, but he didn’t wait for an answer.

“No time to explain! Come here!” he insisted, grabbing your arm and dragging you down the dimly lit stairs.

“Usopp, wait a minute! I can only run down the stairs in heels for so much!” you protested, trying to keep your balance as you navigated the eerie staircase.

“See!” Usopp exclaimed, pointing dramatically at the bottom of the stairs. You followed his gaze, and your heart dropped. There, standing ominously in the dim light, were four coffins lined up against the wall. One bore the name Nami, another Robin, the third was empty, and the last—open and gaping—read Dracula.

“There’s no way…” you stammered, stepping back in disbelief, your eyes wide with horror.

Just then, Sanji appeared at the bottom of the stairs, a deep frown etched across his face. “What are you two doing down here?” he demanded, his tone sharper than usual.

“Sanji, we—” you started, but Usopp was already dragging you back up the stairs.

“Go, go, go!” Usopp urged, his grip on your arm tight as he pulled you toward the exit. You could hear Sanji's footsteps behind you, but you dared not look back, the urgency of the situation propelling you forward.

Together, all three of you managed to escape the basement, slamming the door shut behind you just in time. You took a moment to catch your breath, your heart racing as you found yourselves back in the chaotic atmosphere of the party.

Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the noise, clapping slowly, drawing everyone's attention. “Bravo… I have to say, I wouldn’t have thought the man dressed like Van Helsing would figure out where my quarters were,” Sanji said with a smirk, the confident glint in his eyes sending a chill down your spine.

“Sanji…” you whispered, confusion and dread swirling within you.

“What do you want, foul beast?!” Usopp shouted defiantly, brandishing a cross as if it would do anything against the handsome monster before you.

Sanji merely laughed, the sound echoing through the room as he casually lit the cross on fire with a flick of his wrist, causing Usopp to drop it in shock. “What I want is a new bride,” he said, his tone dripping with sinister charm, still shirtless and seemingly unbothered by the chaos around him.

As he stalked his way toward you, a predatory glint in his eyes, you felt a mix of fear and excitement. “Sanji, you don’t mean…” you started, taking a hesitant step back, but he closed the distance between you with ease.

“Yes, Y/N,” he said, his voice a low, sultry whisper that sent shivers down your spine. “It’s you I want. You’ve captivated me more than any other.”

Just then, Usopp, visibly panicking, shouted, “Take Holy Water!” Before you could process his words, he flung a vial of shimmering liquid at Sanji. The moment it splashed against him, the air around Sanji seemed to crackle with energy as his whole body began to turn to fire.

“Y/N!” Usopp yelled, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the stairs. “Come on!” You sprinted up the staircase, your heart racing as you glanced back at the chaos unfolding below.

Sanji, now surrounded by flames, let out a furious growl, but instead of being vanquished, he lunged for one of the partygoers, grabbing them and sinking his fangs into their neck. You gasped as the crimson liquid flowed freely, the scene before you turning even more grotesque.

“Quick! We have to get out of here before he comes after us!” Usopp urged, pulling you further away. But as you reached the upper floor, the laughter and merriment of the party had twisted into something darker.

Those who wore masks began to remove them, revealing faces that contorted with hunger, their eyes gleaming with a predatory light. Panic set in as you realized the truth: Sanji’s guests were not what they seemed.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” Sanji’s voice boomed, echoing through the mansion, drawing your attention back to him. The flames flickered around him, highlighting his chiseled features, making him look even more otherworldly. “I present to you… VAN HELSING!” he shouted, pointing directly at Usopp.

A hush fell over the crowd, and for a brief moment, the world seemed to stand still. Then, the atmosphere shifted as Sanji’s minions transformed, their forms twisting and contorting into grotesque versions of their former selves. Fangs bared, their laughter took on a sinister edge as they advanced toward you and Usopp.

“Run!” Usopp screamed, tugging you toward a nearby window. You could hear Sanji’s laughter behind you, smooth and menacing, as he beckoned the other vampires to join him.

“Flee all you want, but you can’t escape your fate, Y/N! You’re meant to be with me!” His voice echoed with dark promise as he advanced, an eerie glow in his eyes.

“In here!” Usopp shouted, leading you to a door, slamming it shut and quickly locking it behind you. He shoved a chair against it for added security, but you could hear the relentless banging from the other side. Panic surged through you.

“What do we do, Usopp?” you said, breathless and on the verge of losing hope.

“I told you this was a bad idea!” he snapped, glancing nervously at the door as the pounding grew louder. Suddenly, a hole ripped through the wood, and Sanji’s smirk emerged, his eyes glinting with a mix of hunger and desire.

“Why are you running, my love?” he teased, his voice smooth like silk but laced with danger. “There’s only one way to escape.”

Usopp’s eyes widened in realization. “We need to get out now!” he urged, darting to the window and smashing another chair through the glass. Shards exploded outward as you turned to him in disbelief.

“Usopp, what are you—”

“Go!” he shouted, urgency in his tone.

Just then, the door began to splinter under Sanji’s relentless force. “I have you now, my dear,” he said, his voice dripping with menace.

With adrenaline pumping, you and Usopp made a dash for the broken window, leaping through it and landing awkwardly on the ground outside.

“God, I think I may have broken a rib,” Usopp groaned, clutching his side.

“I think I may have broken my leg,” you replied, wincing at the pain shooting through your ankle.

“Quick, now's our chance!” Usopp urged, pushing himself up and urging you to follow as you both staggered toward the waiting car parked on the overgrown lawn.

“That was close,” you panted, breathless as you stumbled into the vehicle, the weight of the night's chaos crashing down around you.

As Usopp fumbled with the keys, you glanced back at the mansion. Shadows flickered in the windows, and you could have sworn you saw Sanji watching you, his expression a mix of annoyance and something darker—something that sent shivers down your spine.

“Come on, come on!” Usopp urged, finally starting the engine. The car sputtered but roared to life, and with a screech of tires, you sped away from the haunted mansion, leaving behind the nightmares that threatened to consume you both.

“Did we really just escape from a vampire?” you gasped, still trying to process everything that had just happened.

Usopp glanced at you, his eyes wide with disbelief. “I’m not sure what that was, but I’m pretty sure that was the craziest night of my life!”

As the lights of the mansion faded in the rearview mirror, a lingering sense of unease settled in your stomach. You couldn’t shake the feeling that Sanji would come for you again, and that his desire for you was far from over. A few minutes passed, and you finally made it to your backyard.

“Okay, Usopp, you go. I’ll stay home,” you said, trying to sound more confident than you felt.

“What if Sanji comes back?” Usopp replied, glancing nervously over his shoulder.

“Don’t worry; I’ll carry one of these!” you said, breaking Usopp’s garlic necklace in half and holding a piece tightly. “We just gotta survive the night.”

With a quick hug, Usopp climbed into the car and drove away, leaving you alone in the darkness. Taking a deep breath, you opened the door using the key hidden under the mat and quietly tiptoed inside. You rushed to your room, locking the door behind you and securing the windows.

“Finally safe at last,” you sighed, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. You grabbed a fresh towel and clean clothes to shower, eager to wash away the night’s horrors. As you removed your clothes and heels, you wrapped a soft robe around yourself and waited for the water to heat up.

Just as the steam began to fill the bathroom, a familiar voice broke the silence. “You know, there’s always a way to get in,” he said, causing you to freeze and turn slowly. There, lounging casually on your bed, was Sanji, still shirtless and looking utterly at ease.

“Stay back!” you warned, holding up the piece of garlic as your heart raced.

He laughed, a low, menacing sound that sent chills down your spine. In a flash, he gripped your wrist, causing you to drop the garlic. “What do you want…” you whispered, fear creeping into your voice.

“Shhh, shhh,” he cooed, stepping closer. “What I want is you, my dear. Let me show you just how much I can make a convincing case.” His voice dripped with seduction, making your heart pound harder against your chest.

In a panic, you kicked at him, catching him off guard. He stumbled back just enough for you to dart toward the bathroom. But his grip was too strong; he followed you, and before you knew it, he had the door open, blocking your escape.

You stepped back, feeling yourself hit the tub, the warm water cascading over your robe and soaking into the fabric. Sanji stepped in too, letting the water pour over him, his blonde hair slicking back and accentuating the sharpness of his features. His fangs peeked from his lips, and his blue ocean eyes darkened to a deeper hue, filled with an unsettling intensity.

“Look at me, Y/N,” he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. You shut your eyes tightly, trying to block him out, but his presence was overwhelming.

“I said look at me!” he growled, his voice low and almost feral. Reluctantly, you opened your eyes, and the moment your gazes locked, you felt as if you had been ensnared in his spell, unable to look away.

“Tonight you are mine, and you will become my bride,” he whispered, his voice sultry and enticing. He leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your neck that sent shockwaves of desire coursing through your body, causing you to gasp and moan despite yourself.

With each passing second, your body felt as though it were succumbing to his control. Sanji’s hands roamed everywhere, exploring the curves of your body beneath the soaked robe. “Sanji…” you whispered, torn between fear and the intoxicating thrill of his touch.

The water continued to fall over both of you, creating a cocoon of warmth and intimacy that blurred the lines of danger and desire. His fingers deftly undid the ties of your robe, discarding the fabric and letting it fall away, leaving you exposed to the warmth of the water and the heat radiating from his body.

Your heart raced, caught in a whirlwind of emotions. “What are you doing?” you breathed, trying to regain some semblance of control, but his gaze held you captive.

“I’m showing you what you truly desire,” he said softly, brushing his lips against your shoulder, trailing kisses down your arm. Every touch sent a spark through your skin, igniting a fire within you that you couldn't ignore.

His fingers danced along your waist, teasingly light, before dipping lower to explore the curves of your hips. “You’re trembling, Y/N,” he murmured, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Is it from fear… or anticipation?”

You shivered at the sound of his voice, the way it rolled over you like a wave, tempting and dangerous. “Sanji…” you breathed, feeling both vulnerable and exhilarated. His teasing touch ignited something deep within, and despite the danger, you found yourself leaning into him, craving more of his intoxicating presence.

He caught your chin, tilting your face to meet his gaze. “You can’t hide from me, sweetheart. I can feel your heartbeat quicken,” he taunted, his breath hot against your lips. “Admit it, you want this as much as I do.”

With every word, he closed the distance between you, his lips ghosting over yours, a teasing brush that sent electricity shooting through your body. “Just one taste, my love,” he whispered, the promise in his voice making your pulse race. “I promise it will be delicious.”

The water swirled around you both, cascading in steamy droplets, and as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above yours, the world outside faded away. “I can make you feel pleasure like you’ve never known,” he teased, his eyes darkening with desire. “But you have to surrender to me.”

The heat between you intensified, and the air was thick with anticipation as Sanji continued to tease you with his knee, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you gasp with pleasure. Each gentle bounce sent waves of sensation coursing through your body, leaving you breathless and yearning for more.

“Ah, ah, you need to surrender to me,” he taunted, his voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down your spine. His eyes, now a deep, smoldering blue, were locked onto yours, filled with a wild mixture of hunger and adoration. You could feel your resolve crumbling as he played you like a finely tuned instrument.

“God, Sanji,” you moaned, feeling the heat radiate from him and envelop you entirely. It was intoxicating, every movement, every touch drawing you closer to the edge. His knee pressed between your legs, creating an almost unbearable friction that made your breath hitch.

“Just imagine what I could do if you let me,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear, making you shiver. “One bite is all it takes…”

He placed peppered kisses along your neck, each gentle caress igniting fire beneath your skin. As his lips traveled lower, he nibbled with his fangs, causing you to gasp at the sensation. It was both thrilling and terrifying—the mix of pleasure and danger sending your mind into a whirl.

“Sanji, please,” you breathed, caught between wanting him closer and the fear of losing yourself completely in the moment.

“Please what?” he teased, his voice dripping with playful seduction. “Do you want me to stop?”

You shook your head, desperation clawing at you. “No… I don’t want you to stop.”

“Good girl,” he purred, satisfaction glinting in his eyes as he pressed you firmly against the cool tiles. The juxtaposition of the cold surface against your heated skin heightened your senses, making you acutely aware of every little thing he did.

He resumed kissing along your neck, trailing down to your collarbone, his fangs grazing your skin just enough to send sparks of electricity through you. “Just surrender to me, Y/N,” he coaxed, his breath hot against your flesh. “Let me take you where you’ve never been before.”

You felt yourself giving in to the sensations, surrendering to the sweet, intoxicating pleasure he promised. With every teasing nibble and every slow, deliberate movement, Sanji wove a spell around you that made it impossible to think of anything but him.

“Tonight, you’re mine,” he whispered against your skin, the promise heavy with temptation. “And I won’t let you go until I’ve had my fill.”

His words wrapped around you like silk, and as he pressed against you, you realized you were ready to embrace whatever came next. The thrill of the unknown, mixed with the warmth of his body, was enough to drown out any lingering doubts.

“Take me, Sanji,” you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper, filled with need and anticipation.

“Now you’re speaking my language,” he grinned, the hunger in his eyes intensifying as he captured your lips once more, sealing your fate in a kiss that promised to lead you into a night of unparalleled passion.

As his lips crashed against yours, the world outside faded completely, leaving only the sound of the water cascading around you and the rapid beating of your hearts. Sanji's kiss was deep and consuming, igniting every nerve in your body as he pressed you further into the cool tiles of the bathroom.

“Are you ready?” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and sultry, laced with desire. You nodded, your heart racing in your chest. The thrill of surrendering to him sent delicious shivers down your spine.

“Good,” he said, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. He removed the remaing articles of clothing he wore, leaving him bare infront of you. His muscles and abs peaking deliciously. The darkness in his eyes shimmered with a predatory glint, the embodiment of everything you craved. With a playful smirk, he lifted you effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist as he stepped deeper into the shower.

The warm water enveloped you both, cascading over your bodies, mixing with the heat radiating from Sanji. He held you close, his body pressed firmly against yours, and the sensation of your skin sliding against his ignited a fire within you.

“Let me show you how good it can feel,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. He began to move slowly, rolling his hips against yours with a teasing rhythm, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

“Sanji…” you gasped, your head tipping back against the tiles as the water continued to pour over you. Every move he made was calculated, designed to elicit the maximum amount of pleasure from you. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve, igniting every inch of your skin with a burning need.

“Tell me what you want, Y/N,” he urged, his lips trailing down your neck, kissing and nibbling as he moved lower. “I want to hear you say it.”

You bit your lip, the tension building within you. “I want you,” you finally breathed, the words tumbling from your lips like a secret you had been holding onto for far too long.

“Then you shall have me,” he declared, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he took hold of your chin, tilting your head back to expose your neck. “Tonight, I’m going to make you mine in every way.”

His fangs grazed your skin again, teasingly close to breaking the surface. You could feel the excitement thrumming through you, mixed with a delicious hint of fear. But there was something intoxicating about the danger he presented, and the thrill only heightened your desire.

With one swift motion, he sank his teeth into your neck, a gentle bite that sent a shock of pleasure coursing through your veins. You gasped, the sensation overwhelming and euphoric as you felt the warm rush of blood leaving your body.

“Sanji!” you cried out, lost in the whirlwind of sensations. The world spun around you, and every part of you ached with need, urging him to take more.

He withdrew slightly, licking the spot he had bitten, his tongue soothing the sting while his eyes held yours captive. “Delicious,” he murmured, satisfaction evident in his voice. “You taste even better than I imagined.”

“More,” you urged, your voice barely a whisper, a plea for him to deepen the connection that was forming between you.

“Always, my love,” he replied, his lips curling into a wicked grin. He leaned in again, kissing you fiercely, his tongue dancing with yours as he pulled you closer. The water continued to cascade around you, the steam rising and enveloping you both in a haze of warmth and intimacy.

As he lifted you higher against the wall, your bodies moved in perfect harmony, the rhythm intensifying with each passing moment. The fire within you blazed brighter, consuming every thought until there was nothing but the two of you, tangled together in a heated embrace.

With each thrust of his hips, he pushed you closer to the edge, your body responding to his every movement. The sensation of his warm skin against yours, the way he filled you completely, was everything you had ever wanted.

“Look at you,” he said, breathless and awestruck. “So beautiful, so perfect for me.”

The intensity of his words sent shivers down your spine, and as he continued to move, you felt yourself teetering on the brink of ecstasy. With a final thrust, everything shattered around you, sending you spiraling into a wave of pure, unadulterated bliss.

"Sanji!" you cried out, the pleasure overwhelming you as you surrendered completely to the sensations, to him. He held you tight, his breath mingling with yours, and as the last ripples of pleasure coursed through you, he whispered softly against your ear, “Welcome to my world, Y/N. You’re mine now, and I’ll never let you go.”

Still enveloped in a pleasure-filled haze, a realization dawned on you, heavy and unsettling: you had succumbed to Sanji's trick. “You tricked me,” you said, the words barely a whisper as you grabbed your robe, wrapping it around your still-damp body before stepping out of the shower.

You rushed to the mirror, breathless and wide-eyed, desperately trying to see your reflection. Water dripped from your hair, cascading down your shoulders, but as you caught sight of your own image, you noticed something that made your heart race with fear and confusion. There, on your neck, was the faint mark of his bite—two delicate punctures surrounded by an almost ethereal glow.

“But you bit me...” you murmured, the reality of your situation crashing down on you. It felt surreal, the warmth of his presence still lingering on your skin, juxtaposed against the cold realization of what had just happened. You rubbed your neck gingerly, the mark pulsating slightly as if it were alive, a cruel reminder of the connection he had forged between you.

“Why, Sanji?” you asked, turning to face him, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and bewilderment. “What did you do to me?”

He leaned against the doorway, a devilish smirk playing on his lips, his blue eyes glinting with mischief and something darker. “I gave you a taste of what we could have together, Y/N. I wanted you to feel it, to understand the bond between us. And now, you’re part of me.”

A wave of conflicting emotions washed over you—fear, anger, desire. “You can’t just take that from me!” you shot back, your heart racing. “I didn’t ask for this! I didn’t want to be a part of your world!”

Sanji stepped closer, his demeanor shifting from playful to serious, his expression softening. “But you do want it, deep down. I can see it in your eyes, in the way your body responded to me. This was never just a trick, Y/N; it’s something deeper. You and I… we’re meant to be together.”

You shook your head, grappling with the conflicting feelings swirling inside you. “No, you manipulated me. This isn’t love; it’s a power play!”

His gaze hardened, but there was still a flicker of understanding in his eyes. “It’s not just power; it’s passion. You felt it. I know you did. And I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you now.”

“Protect me?” you echoed incredulously. “From what? You’re the one I need protection from!”

He took another step forward, the warmth radiating from him drawing you in against your better judgment. “You don’t understand the world I come from. There are dangers you can’t even begin to fathom. This mark signifies more than you think; it binds us, yes, but it also protects you. I’ll always be there to keep you safe.”

You wanted to believe him, but the trepidation in your heart held you back. “What does this mean for me? What have you done to my life?”

Sanji reached out, gently tilting your chin up so you met his gaze. “You’re stronger than you know, Y/N. I’ll teach you how to harness this. You can control it, but you have to trust me.”

His voice was low, a melodic caress that sent a shiver down your spine. The way he looked at you ignited a spark of longing, and despite your anger, you found yourself captivated. “You have to let me in,” he continued, his tone softening. “Together, we can navigate this new reality. I won’t let you go, and deep down, I think you don’t want me to.”

The intensity of his gaze made your heart race, a mix of fear and desire battling within you. Could you truly trust him? Or was this just the beginning of a darker journey? You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you searched for the words that would define your choice.

Before you could respond to Sanji's plea, the door swung open with a loud crash, and Usopp stormed in, clutching a small vial of shimmering liquid in his hand. “The power of this water compels you!” he shouted dramatically, splashing the contents at Sanji with a fervor that was both comedic and desperate.

The holy water hit Sanji with a splatter, causing him to hiss in surprise, his features twisting in annoyance. “What the hell, Usopp?” he exclaimed, stepping back and raising a hand to shield his face. The tension in the room was suddenly interrupted by the slap of water cascading from the shower, mingling with Usopp’s chaotic entrance.

You couldn't help but notice the relief that washed over you at Usopp's unexpected appearance, but your attention quickly shifted back to him when you noticed something alarming. “Usopp, your neck!” you cried out, pointing in horror at the unmistakable mark of another vampire bite, mirroring the one now etched on your own skin.

Usopp looked down, a bewildered expression crossing his face as he touched the puncture wounds, which were still fresh and glistening slightly. “Oh, come on! Not you too!” he whined, his voice tinged with frustration and disbelief. “I thought I was the only one! This is a disaster!”

Sanji let out a hearty laugh, the sound echoing in the tiled bathroom. “I take it one of my wives bit you?” he smirked, his tone dripping with playful arrogance.

“Very funny!” you shot back, trying to regain your composure as your heart raced. “What happened to surviving the night, Usopp?”

“Hey, you’re one to talk!” Usopp replied defensively, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “You just had an encounter with our head vampire, and I came in to try and save you!”

As the sun began to rise outside, the soft light seeped into the bathroom, casting a golden glow over everything. You glanced toward the window, noting how the sky shifted from deep navy to warm hues of orange and pink. The dawning day felt surreal against the backdrop of your chaotic night.

“So since Usopp got bitten by one of your wives, and you are the head vampire, that means...” you said, your voice trailing off as you processed the implications.

Usopp’s eyes widened as he glanced at you, realization dawning on him. “So does this mean I feel...?” His voice trailed off, uncertainty flickering in his gaze.

Sanji, nonchalantly pulling out a cigarette from his pants, leaned against the bathroom sink, a cocky grin plastered on his face. “Hell no, Y/N is mine, and mine alone. What I feel for her are my desires. But if it’s about sucking blood or even desires to control, then yes, Usopp, you’ll feel that, too.” He brought the cigarette to his lips and lit it, blowing out a plume of smoke that curled lazily into the air, mingling with the steam from the shower.

“Great,” Usopp groaned, rubbing his temples. “Just what I needed—sharing a psychic connection with a vampire and his unwilling bride!”

You felt a rush of heat flood your cheeks at Sanji’s possessive declaration. “This is too much,” you murmured, shaking your head. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

Sanji stepped closer, the playful glint in his eyes replaced by something deeper. “You don’t have to believe it; just accept it, Y/N. We’re in this together now. All of us.” His voice dropped to a whisper, and there was an intensity in his gaze that made your heart race.

Usopp rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the flicker of determination in his expression. “Fine, but if I start feeling weird cravings for blood, I’m blaming you two!”

“Don’t worry, Usopp,” you reassured him, feeling a surprising sense of camaraderie forming. “I’ll make sure we navigate this together.”

Sanji chuckled softly, the tension in the room easing slightly. “That’s the spirit! Now, let’s figure out what we’re going to do next before the sun fully rises.”

“Right, and maybe we should figure out how to reverse whatever just happened,” you added, a hint of urgency creeping into your voice.

“Reverse it?” Sanji smirked, taking a leisurely drag from his cigarette. “Why would we want to do that? I think you’ve grown rather fond of this arrangement, haven’t you?”

You shot him a glare, but the teasing glint in his eyes made it hard to stay angry. “This is not a game, Sanji! There are serious consequences to this, and I need to know what happens now.”

Usopp nodded vigorously, his expression now more serious. “Yeah! We have to make sure we can control this... whatever this is.”

As you stood there, the reality of your situation began to sink in deeper. The dawn light bathed the room in warmth, contrasting with the whirlwind of emotions coursing through you. You felt drawn to Sanji, the bond between you intensified by the events of the night. At the same time, you were acutely aware of the unexpected partnership forming with Usopp, who was now, whether he liked it or not, part of this bizarre new world.

Sanji’s expression shifted to one of determination, and he extinguished his cigarette with a swift motion. “First things first, we need to find the others. They need to know what’s going on, and we’ll figure out how to handle the bites together.”

“Agreed,” you said, glancing between the two of them. “We can’t keep this a secret. The last thing we need is for this to spiral out of control.”

With newfound resolve, the three of you stepped out of the bathroom, ready to face whatever challenges awaited you. The bond of the night before felt like a chain that tied you together, and now you try and prepare to confront the reality of your circumstances.

#black leg sanji #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #one piece usopp #usopp #halloween #spooky season #happy halloweeeeeeen #sanji smut #vampire sanji #one piece sanji #smut

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lifesteal-headcanons · 1 month ago

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Coming back in with the omegaverse stuff,,,,,

Clown's scent is surprisingly sharp and strong for an Omega — even when people know and understand that people are, well, people and that you can't really neatly categorize humans, people still have biases and Clown's scent is a surprise contrast to the stereotypical idea of an Omega; where it is thought Omegas are soft and sweet, their scents following suit, Clown's is sharp and strong — maybe the smell of metal and gunpowder, something that can't be simply tolerated on a first sniff. You either love it or hate it — typically, people love it only when they know Clown intimately (Kaboodle, Branzy), otherwise people find it hard to breathe in. When he's angry the scent takes on a smokey note that makes people always subconsciously think a bomb is about to detonate when they're around him, and when he's happy it takes on a chocolate undertone that's hard to discern from the main components (the stronger the emotion the more the scent is released, the stronger it becomes, the more it overpowers subtle notes) yet Branzy can discern it very easily; Kaboodle has a harder time with it. No one else can really smell the chocolate undertone.

Branzy smells like redstone and gunpowder, but that's more bc of his engineer job than his scent — whenever he changes clothes and showers and cleans his job off of himself, Branzy actually smells kinda nice: like ocean spray, a day on the beach with a good Smirnoff on hand as you have a bonfire and build sand castles with friends. When he's angry there's a distinct smell of burnt trash that overpowers the ocean spray through disgust alone even though the note itself is weak (CLEAN THE OCEANS PEOPLE . /lh), yet when he's happy his scent takes on a caramel undertone; Branzy's and Clown's scents mixed up get ambivalent opinions, as ocean spray and metal/gunpowder sounds weird and nasty, but the chocolate/caramel of their inevitable happiness is quite nice to have around — when they're mixed, Clown's chocolate undertone is much more evident because of Branzy's caramel notes bringing it out better

Kaboodle smells like carrots and apples which is really dumb and cute idk. When she's angry she gains this onion undertone, to the point where if pissed off enough her scent can actually make people fucking cry, which is the ultimate little sister weapon to ever exist; when she's happy, though, she has a chocolate (see? easter bunny type beat?? Ayyy) undertone — kinda like Clown! Cute!!

Zam probably smells like flowers of some kind — I wanna say it'd be like. idk. aloes and asters??? OH OH OH AND CHAMOMILES mmm chamomile tea scent for Zam,,,, nice also idk bro I'm going off the flower meanings and not the scents. idk the scents of flowers bro,,,,,, when he's angry he smells like begonias and belledonas as well, and when he's happy he smells of hollys and hollyhocks; only Mapicc recognizes the subtle differences between each flower's scent and what each one means, as Zam taught him all of this at some point. Derap really wants to know but Zam doesn't feel like telling him ngl — it feels like something too intimate to simply share with others willy nilly, and besides he low-key likes it to be a kinda secret between him and Mapicc, that no one else knows the meaning of it...... Devotions save me, save me Devotions,,,,,,,,,

Mapicc's scent is really subdued bc 1) Beta and 2) he gives me blazeborn vibes and netherborns typically don't benefit much from scents bc of the overpowering heat and smell of lava in the nether. so; he does have a scent though — bc I'm sick over Devotions Duo I'm gonna say he ALSO smells like flowers: hollyhocks and gladioluses and chives. When he's angry he smells like gunpowder and metal, kinda like Clown; when he's happy though he simply smells like the sizzle of meat cooking in a pan, with all the aromatic spices wafting through the air — honestly Zam always feels low-key hungry when he cuddles with Mapicc due to this,,,,,,,

Derapchu has a surprisingly soft scent considering he's an Alpha — just like with Clown, he beats the stereotypes when it comes to his scent: petrichor or however you spell it and cut grass. When he's angry he smells like rotten wood and stagnant water, yet when he's happy he smells like rainy days and marshmallows bc why the hell not

Squiddo either has no scent or has a reeeallyyyyy faint scent, there's no in between — I'm unsure what this scent would be though.... thoughts?

ash's scent is strong and overpowering in impression alone — as in, it's one of those smells that kind of haunts you forever, and no matter what you do you can't forget it; it surely raises his ego to have a scent like that 🙄 /aff but I'm not really sure what that could be.... I low-key wanna say gasoline bc I like how it smells and having ash smell like gasoline sounds hilarious to me idk why — when he's angry he smells like smoke honestly, like a forest fire just spawned right beneath your nose and it becomes inescapable; a thing with Alphas and their scents is that when they're angry or going through their rut their scents are so overpowering and hard to get rid of from like, clothes and stuff — a scentmark is ALSO hard to get rid of bc of this, so when ash is angry and you're in like idk a surprisingly far yet still technically closeby distance to ash you WILL know he's angry. When he's happy, though, he smells like grapes bc I've run out of good scents to give these bitches and I think giving the embodiment of "fuck it we ball" grapes as a smell is kinda funny

Reddoons smells like cigar smoke and whiskey bc he's THE. EMBODIMENT of cishet rich boy swag in THE MEANEST. MOST AGGRESSIVE way imaginable even though he's said some reeeallyy sussy shit before; also, Alpha stereotype + that'd go great with ash's scent in the way people say that two characters get along like a house on fire affectionately. When he's angry he smells like burnt paper and burnt flesh bc I fucking say so, make that wet paper bag of a rich boy into a scary bitch whenever he's angry . When he's happy he smells like... honey! Surprisingly enough; perfectly mixes with ash's scent even tho both say to ABHOR the others' (they don't. they're just in a RIDICULOUSLY dramatic enemies to lovers 500k word min slowburn)

Jumper I think would smell like strawberries bc I fucking said so and also bc I just think it'd be cute :3 — when she's angry she smells like putrid and rotten fruits and kinda like Kaboodle, if angry enough her scent can and will make people cry. When she's happy she smells kinda like candied apples bc why the fuck not. let's get some whimsy up in this bitch going /silly

Minute has me stumped, but I think him smelling like coals and damp cave systems is kinda funny, so I'll probs go with that — when he's angry he smells like campfire smoke faintly enough that it is very easy to ignore (for some reason he gives me "silently angry" vibes??? idk I don't watch him) and when he's happy he smells like cider bc I want more whimsy going on in this place 👍👍👍

I also low-key think their scents would fluctuate slightly depending on who they're scenting/scentmarking with — for example, Zam smells low-key like edelweiss and heliotrope with Mapicc, yet smells like lilacs and marjorams with Derapchu, etc etc I'll come back to ramble bible-sized stuff at ur inbox whenever I decide to sit down and play with this part of omegaverse!LifeSteal,,,,,,,,,,,

so yea. omegaverse my beloved nobody could make me hate u,,,,,,

#ask #headcanon #lifesteal smp #omegaverse

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mxmorbidmidnight · 2 months ago

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Ride and shine my beautiful babygirls my queens 👑💅💅my cherubs 👼🐤my darlings🥰🥰 my sweeties my sugar peas my fairy princesses my angel babies my honey bunnies, 🐇🐇my ooopsie daisy apple pies, 🥧my petroleum in a jug, my caramel sprinkle gay pride Sunday delight. God bless!!!🙏🌸🩷🥰😊😊🥰

Time for another day (scroll through tumblr) with thy favourite goose!

#morbid midnight #nonhuman #otherkin #therian #therianthropy #alterhuman #morbid reblogs

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jmvore · 1 year ago

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Kisses, Cuddles, & Everything in Between 💖

› pairing(s) » cat hybrid!jimin x f!reader x bunny hybrid!jungkook › word(s) » 1.2k+ › warning(s) » cuddles, soft kisses, reader dealing with things and needing reassurance, not insecurity but just being overwhelmed, anxiety, so much love in one room, ai pictures of Jungkook & Jimin (obvi). › cc's playlist » love is you by chrisette michelle › a/n » thank you @/lostsozai for the dividers!

Jimin's purrs are lower and deeper than usual as the rain falls against the roof and windows. It creates a low soothing rhythm the feels equivalent to the beat of your heart. He has his head laid in your lap, all the while, his legs are stretched to accommodate the three of you. His fingers lazily trace over your mid-thigh tattoo, playing with your fingers to try and calm you. His way of trying to soothe you.

Jungkook watches both of you closely, his long bunny ears slumped rather than standing tall because he can sense the awful mood you’re in. He knows you’re having a bad day and you know Jimin can sense it too. Your scent has been bitter and all they want to do is return it to its normal state. You know that's the reason why they’re clinging to you, hoping it'll help you feel better.

“You know we’re here for you, Noona. Always and Forever,” Jungkook whispers, holding your waist tighter as he traces the intricate lines of your tattoo that travel down your arm. He lets you curl into his warmth to sulk and kisses the shell of your ear as a way of trying to comfort you. It seems to be working when he can hear your sobs turn into sniffles. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“I-I know…” Your voice sounds broken as it catches in your throat. Your leg shakes as you take a deep breath to try and calm the anxiety building in your chest. You take to looking out of the window, seeing a family of four across the street trying their best to get out of the rain. It makes you chuckle, just a little even as you’re trying your hardest to hold back more tears.

Your heart feels heavy as if it’s sitting right on your chest cavity. You can’t breathe… Your brain feels as if it’s malfunctioning but you know you have to soldier on. Not only for your sake but for theirs too. You just wish Namjoon was here too but sadly, he had to work. He left with promises of bringing your favorite food home. You knew you couldn’t beg him not to go to work seeing as there’s a huge case he’s working on and he can’t take off at the moment.

As if sensing your inner turmoil, Jimin sits up to face you as it takes you by surprise.

“We love you…” He mumbles, crawling to put himself right between your legs so he can bury his face in the crook of your neck to scent. He knows it doesn’t really work seeing as you’re not a hybrid and you don’t have a scent gland but it makes him feel better knowing his and Jungkook’s scents somehow calms down your spike. You do have a faint natural scent, however. It’s a soft spicy cinnamon scent that merges well with the rich aroma of Jimin’s caramel and apple as well as Jungkook’s ginger scent and since Namjoon’s faint honeyed scent lingers in the air, it’s the only thing keeping both of them from breaking down with you.

You continue to pet the top of Jimin’s hair and comb your fingers right between his pretty blond and black cat ears. It’s cute how he closes his eyes to feel, rubbing his nose against your next and holding on to for dear life. He’s happy and content and now he just wants you to be too.

“I love you both…” You try your best muster up a smile to let them know you’re going to be fine but it ends up looking more like a grimace.

“When hyung gets home we can all cuddle in bed,” Jimin proposes as Jungkook eagerly nods at his plan. That’s All you wanted to distract you from what’s going anyway. To keep you from crying your heart out more. “Noona…?”

“That sounds good.” You kiss Jimin’s forehead before laying your head back on Jungkook’s chest to try and breathe.

“Are you at least feeling better?”

“I’m fine. I’ll be fine. I promise.”

Jimin huffs, shuffling in his place to sit up to sit back on his legs. His hands are on either side of your face as he stares you right in the eyes. He’s been trying his best not to cry with you, Knowing Jungkook can’t handle it because he’ll burst into tears too. You try to look away but he holds your face in place as he squishes your cheeks and pouts. It makes your lips poke out like a blow-fish and both of them giggle at it. When they see you’re not laughing with them, however, Jimin sighs.

“We’ll get through this together. I know it hurts and I know you’re trying to hold it together but it’s okay to cry. To let go. You can do that in front of us and we’ll be here to hold you and encourage you to keep going.”

“We’ll be here to help you keep going,” Jungkook says, wiping a stray tear from your cheek. Jungkook catches your eye, his smile almost blinding as the sun. His and Jimin’s eyes sparkle with so many stars it looks like your own personal galaxy that it makes you laugh to keep from breaking down more. Not from sadness, at least not anymore. But from the fact that you have two loving hybrids who want to make sure you’re happy and healthy.

#jimin x reader #Jungkook x reader #jimin fanfic #jimin scenarios #bts scenarios #jimin x you #jungkook drabbles #jungkook x you #jungkook drabble #jungkook imagine #soft fluff #jmvore #jungkook fic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook scenarios

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nyaagolor · 2 years ago

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SV Rivals Headcanons

I did it for team star so this feels only fair. Under the cut bc it's long

Arven:

He baby-talks to his pokemon but especially Mabosstiff. If anyone sees him doing it he will probably melt from embarrassment but it's Fine. He loves cooing at Mabosstiff and squishing its face and kissing its nose while making silly faces. "Who's a good boy" energy

He has dyslexia and is just so so so bad at traditional schoolwork. With all the work he missed he's failing all his classes, but is not really willing to ask for help because everyone knows how smart his parents are. That makes it hard for him because he thinks asking for help means disappointing them. This is especially bad with Clavell, since he's the one who talks about Sada and Turo the most (if Clavell realized this he would freak out tho, he cares about Arven a lot)

(points) inferiority complex. He's so used to being around overachievers that he's overly aware of his "shortcomings" and sees anything less than exceptional as a failure. Being compared to his parents all the time certainly doesn't help. He never gives himself credit for the things he's good at, and beats himself up too much over his mistakes. Boys who have low self-esteem to me

Related to the above points but oh man he NEVER admits when he's struggling. The cocktail of abandonment issues and low self-esteem means he feels the need to "prove himself" by never having visible issues and always working through things alone. He would rather die than cry in front of his friends. Luckily for him, everyone in Team Star is an expert at seeing through emotional facades and catches onto that pretty early so he has a support system that teases out all that buried nonsense and helps him work through it

You know those people who make food and share it with their dog? That's Arven. Mabosstiff is allowed to eat off Arven's plate whenever it wants, Arven spoils that dog rotten. They're rolling out of the Starbucks with a caramel frappe and a pup cup living their best life. Arven also bakes Mabosstiff a birthday cake every year, which is ironic because he doesn't make himself a birthday cake. Anything for Mabosstiff

I know canonically the 'raidon attacked wild pokemon but in my heart it attacked Arven, giving him a scar on his eye that he covers with his bangs. The reason the professor booked it to Area Zero without Arven is less because of the "oh they saw the 'raidon" part and more because 1. It hurt their son and they want to protect him and 2. If the League found out the professor was illegally keeping a mysterious pokemon who permanently scarred a child, they would definitely try and take it away which the professor is terrified of. They didn't explain this to Arven, however, who simply thought the professor abandoned him because they cared about the 'raidon more

Arven is very bulky and very strong. He can bench press more than anyone thinks, and is usually the guy to call if you need help lifting / carrying something. Despite his ability to snap your spine like a toothpick, however, she would much rather use his hands to help and not hurt. Boy who is so so sensitive and sweet

He loves to make cute little shapes with his food and has become absolutely enamored with the idea of bento boxes. Bunny shaped apple slices? Heart sandwiches? Sign him UP. His friends are more than happy to eat all the leftovers and scraps from his culinary experiments, so it's a win win for everyone

None of his pokemon are actually in pokeballs except for Mabosstiff, they're just free roaming. He'll call them when he needs them and they might stay in their balls for a short time, but overall they're more like work partners than pets like Penny's veevees. He managed to win all of them over with food, they just showed up at his picnics and followed him around. It's a good partnership, since Arven doesn't consider himself a traditional pokemon trainer anyway

He doesn't own any social media and is convinced all of Penny's terminally online speak is her trying to hex him. He's very content with this lifestyle and has no desire to learn anything about the web anytime soon. The benefit of this is that he hasn't seen most memes and subsequently finds them to be absolute goddamn riots. The "quieres" meme with a Maschiff was all he would talk about for days because he found it that funny

Nemona:

She is on the edge of her seat waiting for someone to send the "would you still love me if I were an Orthworm" meme to her. She figured out what her friends' natures would be based on their personalities and has a dozen page document detailing their new wormy battle strategy that she cannot wait to share

According to her, the reason she can't hit anything she's aiming for with a pokeball is because her family is descended from the King of Paldea. Because of that, they're subject to a multi-generational wizard curse where their arrows (and subsequently pokeballs) are destined to never hit their targets. No one can figure out if she's joking or not

I'm far from the first person to think this but this girl is autistic. Battling special interest, can't read the room, no volume control, relates everything to her special interest to understand it better, extremely bad at interpreting body language, fixates on tasks really easily, very often goes past her and others' limits without realizing, trouble relating to others, etc etc. Because of her obliviousness in social situations she often ends up being over-friendly to strangers and coming off far too strong, which scares people off

Genuinely, unironically does not realize her parents dropping her off with house staff and never seeing her is supposed to be a bad thing. Her friends are mortified to find out that her parents didn't show up to the League Ceremony when she became the youngest ever champion ranked trainer, but she's unbothered by it. Overall she's less sensitive to being ignored or forgotten or left by herself than any of her friends; she can vibe with solitude

She has a chronic illness. I have not thought too hard about which one but one of them, prolly related to nerve damage of some kind hence the arm brace. It leads to easy fatigue and some dull pain in her arm and shoulder, but the school doesn't know about it because she keeps conveniently forgetting to bring in the paperwork to Miriam. Dendra has her suspicions though

Ngl she gives school mascot energy. She's super energetic, genuinely loves the academy, and is hella tall which is basically a requirement for being the mascot. If she doesn't have the stamina for competitive sports she sure as hell is gonna cheer them on. Cue her rolling up to the bleachers in the most terrifying Pawmi fursuit you've ever seen in your life

Nemona is very very bad at having frank and straightforward emotional conversations but is absolutely SUPREME at cheering people up. Distraction queen. She isn't going to be able to address and solve your problems, but she can turn any bad day into a good one with some ice cream, a smile, and a positive attitude

Nemona doesn't know this but Arven doesn't like her (dw they get better). They used to be neighbors and would hang out as kids. At the time, Nemona wanted to be a pokemon professor-- she was chronically ill / fatigued so her parents encouraged her to talk to the Professor who lived in the lighthouse and maybe become a professor herself. Loving pokemon and being naturally curious, Nemona would talk their ear off for hours, but Arven just saw that as encroaching on the professor's super limited off-work time. He was pretty bitter that this other girl was getting more attention from his own parent than he was, not that Nemona ever realized that. But when the professor got the 'raidon, they became more reclusive, and Arven simply starting ignoring Nemona when she would knock on the door. It took a while, but she eventually got the hint, assuming they had moved or something and simply forgot to say goodbye. Arven is still mad about it all and finds Nemona obnoxious and overbearing, but she still thinks of him as a fond childhood friend, being none the wiser to his distaste for her. Eventually they get better

Her Pawmi / Pawmot was originally a therapy pokemon, intended to loosen any muscle spasms and help with the nerve-related pain in her arm. He's the pokemon she had the longest, but she didn't bother to train him for battle until recently

She's really bad at remembering people's faces, so she acts really friendly to everyone she sees to save herself the awkwardness of treating an acquaintance like a stranger. She also genuinely loves meeting new people and pokemon, so it's not really an act

Penny:

Penny doesn't really have a strong Galarian accent until she's yelling. She sounds like a native Paldean and then gets pissed and hits you with an "OI MATE" with enough psychic damage to kill a man

Her favorite ice cream flavor is "eeveelution sorbet" which is this giant rainbow mashup of flavor. It's lemon for jolteon, lime for leafeon, peach for sylveon, blue raspberry for vaporeon, orange for flareon, vanilla for glaceon, blackberry for umbreon and grape for espeon. Arven feels personally offended by its existence because "it's an insult to good cooking" and tastes like preservatives

In Paldea, "jelly" refers to the fruit spead, but in Galar, "jam" is the fruit spread and "jelly" is gelatin. Penny has been hearing Arven talk about "peanut butter and jelly" for ages now and is dead convinced that Paldeans just have shit taste. No one is aware of this miscommunication and just thinks that Penny hates fruit

Penny hacked the future paradox pokemon. She jailbroke Miraidon and can play compressed midi files on it and change the color of its lights. Future pokemon use super compressed files because things are better in the future and they don't need as much space, so Penny is currently working on getting past that limitation so she can play Doom on the thing

Good luck getting her to show up for class. She'll come and take tests, but god forbid it's a class that cold calls? She will literally never show up. Girl whose participation grades are Zero. Clavell does talk to her and authorize her to have Sylveon out of its ball in class because it's certified as a therapy pokemon, so its usually napping under her desk to help her cope with the anxiety of Being In A Classroom

Penny managed to convince Arven that blue raspberry is a real, albeit rare, Galarian fruit. He actually fell for it before Saguaro explained that she was lying to him. He still hasn't forgiven her for this

This woman vapes u cannot convince me otherwise. She has an eevee-shaped pen and always smells like watermelon. Luckily for her, miss student council president actually paid attention to those D.A.R.E lectures and read her the riot act when she realized what was going on, so she's being forced to quit and is a little bit grumpy about it. Giacomo is likewise disappointed in Penny's choices and has suggested she just switch to weed instead. Penny thinks this is a much more suitable compromise

Her eevee backpack is endless. Penny has pulled out snacks, flashdrives, a first-aid kit, a CD player, a toothbrush, Veevee treats, a cat-ear headband, and a taser from that thing within an hour. Anything you might need is probably inside whether or not it should reasonably fit. Hammerspace type beat

Geeta somewhat regrets hiring her. She does good work and the rest of the staff loves her, but she's also far less willing to put up with office bureaucracy things than any of the other staff and it's gonna give Geeta a migraine. One time Geeta asked Penny to work on a Saturday and she threatened to unionize. Larry thought it was so funny he bought Penny dinner. They're homies now

She can pick locks. Clavell is genuinely and rightfully terrified of her because they both know she can pick the lock to his office and completely wreck the school's security and financial system if you gave her a motive and a half hour

#nemona #penny #arven #pokemon sv #mod vex #headcanons

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