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[the-mom-friend-dot-com]

screaming, crying, giggling like a fool, kicking my feet in the air when someone interacts with me on this app

[sexlapis]

Ho! I loooooooveeee your actor toji fics! Is it possible to get added to the taglist? Thank you ~

Also an idea: a bts scene of reader getting sick on set(perhaps even collapsing) due to fatigue and toji taking care of them- I feel like that'd be such a hit ship moment irl :D

thank you for liking my fics <3 you can be added to the tag list 🩵.

and omg yeah i love that idea of reader overworking themselves and toji looking after them :’). and yeah i didn’t make it a behind the scenes clip i made a short fic abt it bc i do not know when to stop.. like give me an idea and i will fly away w it like a bird liek..i don’t even think this is what you asked for srsly…i hope you don’t mind (but i’ll add it to my tojiyn headcanons hehe)

cw: actor toji x actress reader, hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, swearing, petnames (‘kid’, ik people don’t like this one but i think it’s so sweet & so toji :)), collapsing, mentions of skipping meals/not eating, poor sleeping habits, feelings of loneliness & inadequacy, crying, toji taking care of reader, i made this way more angsty than you asked sorry :(

wc: 2k+

you dragged yourself through the doors of the studio, immediately bombarded by directors, stylists, scrip writers and other cast members on your way to the dressing room, only fuelling your fatigue and stress.

sleep was a foreign concept at this point. five hours at most. so were healthy, filling meals - the last time you ate was yesterday at noon, and for breakfast today all you had was a cup of coffee, not helping your nervous, exhausted state.

admittedly, you were not doing very well. you felt that your acting was subpar and you felt lonely and isolated on set. while everyone went with their friends for a break or lunch, you sat by yourself in your dressing room, your only company being the silence.

sure, toji was also on set too, but he played a very minor role, so he wasn’t always there. and even when he was sometimes, he would hang out with the other crew members, which wasn’t a problem of course, but it did sting a little when he chose them over you.

you just felt so lonely, anxious and quite frankly upset at yourself and the circumstances you find yourself in.

there are a few knocks at your dressing room door and you weakly tell them to come in.

toji peeks is head in. “hey, kid. we start in five..” he takes a look at your weary face, dark eye bags prominent even through the makeup the stylists caked on and the frown on your lips and just knows something is wrong.

“are you ‘right?” he asks quietly, like you’re a deer who’s about to run away at the slightest of sounds.

“yes, i’m fine.” you lie, a voice in the back of your mind wishing he’d just ignore you like everyone else on this damn set does.

“‘you sure? ‘cause you don’t look-”

“i said im fine! just get out.” you snap, heart beating and breathing heavily at your own outburst.

fuck. you didn’t mean to say that.

but toji doesn’t look offended. he just nods and walks away footsteps fading as you put your head in your hands and sob.

so there you are, acting in front of the camera with your colleague in a scene where toji appears in too and you just seem off. everyone assumes it’s just not your day today and they’re not exactly wrong. you lines were slightly forced, tired and you were jittery and clearly apprehensive, like you didn’t even want to be here.

“cut!” the director calls out, more than annoyed with your behaviour. it was the sixth take and you’re really trying to make it believable, but it’s futile.

“this is the sixth take _____. this is ridiculous. get your act together. let’s take five.”

you look down at your shoes, face hot and chest thudding with embarrassment due to the director calling you out in front of everybody. tears well up in your eyes and you sigh, blinking them away as everyone starts talking again, walking away leaving you standing there like an idiot.

it all becomes too much for you. your empty stomach, oncoming headache, exhausted body, dry mouth, furrowed eyebrows, sweaty palms-

you let your script fall out of your hand as you stumble off the green screen, trying to get to your room before a hand is grabbing your arm. you turn around and it’s toji again.

“hey..” he leans down slightly to your height, scanning you over once. “you don’t look so good, _____-”

you shrug him off, vision becoming blurred with black static and limbs heavy and shaky. “i-i jus’ need to go. to my..uhm-” you stop, rubbing a hand down your face harshly. “i just-”

and then there is black.

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you come to and realise that you are laying on your dressing room couch, staring up at the ceiling. reaching up, you feel a wet, cool cloth on your head. you take it off. still fuzzy and body essentially lethargic, you try to sit up.

“hey, hey, hey.” toji whispers.

oh, toji’s here.

“take it easy.” he helps you sit up on the arm of the couch. he hands you a bottle of water and you drink it like a god.

“wait, what happened?” you ask, still confused and disoriented.

“you fuckin’ fainted that’s what,” he states bluntly. “scared the fuckin’ dogshit outta me.”

“oh.”

toji sits beside you on a chair, looking at you closely. you look down.

“the med team checked you out.” he tells you. “said you fainted, collapsed-whatever the fuck. ‘cos of stress and exhaustion. they even checked your blood sugar and said it was low as fuck.” he pauses. “not dangerously low,” he adds at the sight of your worried expression, “but.. low enough.”

you sigh, falling back on the couch. you think back to how the director shouted at you, how annoyed he was, and how humiliated you felt. tears start to form again and you cover your face with your hands, not wanting to cry in front of toji. you felt like you’ve had enough embarrassment for today.

toji leans forward. “what’s happening with you?”

the way he said it, so soft and concerned, makes the tears fall down and cause sobs to escape your mouth, hiccuped breaths falling from your mouth.

“hey, hey, hey..” toji coos. he reaches to you and makes you sit up again so he can take you into his arms. you let him, sobbing into his shoulder and sucking up all the comfort he gives you. toji’s big hand strokes your hair and the other caresses your back softly.

“shh, sh, sh…” he calms you down a little, you sobs turning into sniffles. he leans back and gives you space but his hands stay planted on your back. “tell toji what’s wrong.”

you hum sadly, looking down and gulping. “i’m..i’m tired. i wanna sleep..”

toji waits for you to continue. he can see you want to say more so he doesn’t hurry you along, he just rubs your back and nods to let you know you’re listening.

“i..” you take a breath, “i dunno what to do..i can’t do this fucking role.. i’m fucking tired half the fucking day and my so called colleagues don’t even like me!” you try to calm yourself down, taking another shaky breath. “and i just feel..lonely all the time..” you cry out the last few words, feeling another sob session coming up and toji pulls you close, letting you ruin his shirt with your tears as he rocks you back and forth in his arms.

“it’s okay, it’s okay..” he coos, resting his face in your hair.

you both stay like that for a few moments, you weeps dying down before toji talks.

“you can play this part, _____. ‘you have any idea how good your are, huh? you can act circles around half ‘these guys.”

you scoff, pulling your lips together. “i dunno about that..”

“‘m serious. _____, you can act, okay? ‘wouldn’t have made it this far if you couldn’t.”

“yeah but..this one’s hard..” you sigh, voice cracking but toji doesn’t let you start again.

“yeah, acting’s hard. but i can help you,” toji cups your wet face with his hands, wiping the tear streaks that paint you face, “we can all help you. the crew, your friends, that bitchass director. i’ll put a gun to everyone’s head to make them fuckin’ help you with this.”

you giggle at his seriousness and he huffs, relieved that you’re relaxing a little.

“they don’t hate you, y’know. everybody on set. the cast. they just think you’re a little shy and quiet. they don’t hate you, okay?” toji reassures you. you nod absentmindedly and he shakes your head from side to side to make you pay attention, making you smile, eyes crinkling even though they’re still tear stricken. “there she is..who the fuck could hate you, huh?”

“ugh, toji.” you roll your eyes, sniffling and rubbing your face. you pull away from him. “ugh..i just want my bed right now.”

“yeah..i know it ain’t my place but told the director that you’re taking a few days off. you need a break, kid.”

you didn’t even argue with him. you couldn’t.

“yeah, i do.” you agree.

suddenly, a loud rumble from your stomach erupts, it was like an earthquake.

toji laughs. “someone’s hungry.”

you groan. “‘m starving. haven’t eaten since yesterday.”

“we’re getting you something to eat.” he states, leaving no room for objections.

toji stands, holding his hand out for you to take. you do, his large, calloused hand dwarfing yours as he helps you stand up. “can you walk?”

“i will if there’s food involved.”

“that’s good.” toji chuckles, “how’s takeout sound?”

a/n: had to write a whole fic abt this i apologise 🥸 will add the tag list later i just keep forgetting the users </3

[snowysyndrome]

So, seeing as I added Welcome Home to my Fandom list, I thought to make something for it before leaving to visit family! Hope you enjoy it!

Also, where are my welcome home people at? I genuinely miss you all.

Sum: You moved into the neighborhood and meet all the occupants of the place.

❤️ After moving in, the first neighbor you met was the most darling of them all; Wally Darling! Naturally.

��� He's the one to show you around and introduce you to all his friends in the neighborhood. Julie, Frank, Eddie, Howdy, Poppy, Home, and Barnaby!

💛 Of course, he introduced you to his best friend first; Barnaby B. Beagle. The blue dog of which cracked a joke not long after meeting you. (Read: immediately after meeting you.)

💚 Julie would love that they all have a new neighbor! She'd rope you into whatever she was doing before you're taken away to meet the others by Wally if she didn't drag you to meet Frank before he does so.

🩵 Frank wouldn't be the most enthusiastic about a new neighbor, unlike Julie. He'd probably be studying some bugs before being interrupted by Julie dragging you behind her, shouting out to him to meet you. If you share a similar interest, he'd be pretty happy about that and would probably share some facts about them with you.

💙 Eddie. Sweet Eddie Dear would help you move the furniture into your house if he didn't have any mail to deliver that day.

💜 Poppy, having heard of a new neighbor moving in, would have made some cookies for you; giving them to you when you go to meet her.

🩷 If Howdy didn't have a shop to run, he would also offer to help move things into your house; but unfortunately, he has to stay in his store to make sure a certain blue pompadour haired puppet didn't steal any apples.

🤍 Now Home. Home is unable to talk because it's, well, a house. So, instead of that, it makes a bunch of noises by opening and closing the window shutters in greeting.

I.. Kinda got lazy at the end... Also, can you tell who my favorite is? Lol

Anyways, I hope you guys liked this, and feel free to request for more!

Until next time, my friends!

[leather-n-velvet]

High & Low: Part III

A Drew Starkey x singer/actress!OC SMAU

Summary: While on hiatus from touring and wanting to branch out with her career, Ivy Blake auditions for OBX, immediately hitting it off with none other than Drew Starkey during their chemistry read. As tension and drama brew between the two, can they get through the highs and lows that come with fame and relationships together?

A/N: Thank you for all the love on the previous parts! I'm starting to get a little more confident in this series. This part does include a tiny little blurb. It's been a while since I've actually written anything so bare with me! This is the first part I'm pretty pleased about. Enjoy!

Dividers by: @cafekitsune ⭐️🌙

Previous part // Masterlist

madelyncline

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madelyncline last day/night with all of us together (just missing JD) for a while. excuse me while I cry. 😭

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ivyblake CRYING IN THE CLUB RN

madisonbaileybabe 🩷🩷

user9 they’re all so gorgeous wtf

User6 is that 9th picture Drew and ivy??? UGH I LOVE THEM

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Ivy sat across Drew's lap watching their friends dance and have the time of their lives. It was bitter sweet, having this one last night together before they went their separate ways for a bit. Ivy's heart was heavy knowing that she only had a mere 24 hours before she had to leave for LA for some writing sessions with another artist.

She was excited to get back into her music, but leaving everyone, Drew especially, was not something she was looking forward to.

She turned to him, taking in his sharp jawline, the way his blue eyes practically glowed under the lights in the bar. A familiar feeling stirred low in her stomach, making her tighten her hand that was threading through his hair.

She could feel, rather than hear Drew's low groan vibrating through his chest before he gripped her hip, leaning in closer to her ear. "Don't start something you can't finish, angel."

"Stay with me tonight?" She breathed, scratching his scalp, cheeks pressed close together.

He pulled back, looking her in the eyes, seeing that raw want and need within them. His grip tightened around her waist, feeling his pants start to tighten at the prospect of what the evening could hold. "You sure?"

"More than anything."

Ivy’s phone:

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drewstarkey 📸: Dranks: a series by @/ivyblake

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ivyblake probably my best work yet. i have such an eye for photography, i'm telling you

drewstarkey truly an artist in every aspect

User3 he’s so unserious, I love it

ivyblake

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ivyblake feeling inspired 🩵

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TheIvyLeague THIS IS NOT A DRILL EVERYONE

IvyBlakeUpdates MOTHER IS WRITING MOTHER IS WRITING

user1 NEW ALBUM INCOMING

user3 OHHHH THIS IS ABOUT TO BE GOOD

hater1 I just know she's only using drew to write songs

user5 ummm.... most song writers write about their life experiences sooooo idk what ur point is here???

A/N: Please let me know what you think! My inbox is always open! Feedback really helps keep me going and inspired and I'd love to hear any thoughts/comments you have so far or maybe even what you'd like to see in future parts! Also, let me know if you’d like to be added to a tag list! Thank you for reading!

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

Sanji being kidnapped by your father and the two of you falling in love would involve…

Sanji x reader

*****

🩵 Imagine being the daughter of a feared criminal; most of the world knows him as an important businessman, but that is actually only a facade covering a vast criminal empire, whose activities range from extortion to kidnapping, theft and racketing. The list of murders he has ordered is endless, and he has never shied away from killing people who had betrayed or posed a threat to his business himself. Few are those who can hear his name without shuddering with fear, but the general public only knows him as a wealthy, driven but otherwise innocuous entrepreneur, at the head of an important company.

🩵 You are his only child, who he loves dearly and tries with all his might to keep in the dark regarding his criminal activities, knowing you would be horrified. Because of this, you have grown up somewhat sheltered, unaware of your father’s criminal activities and convinced he is simply an important and powerful businessman, respected -and not feared- by partners and employees. He has also made sure all his subordinates and the people you come into contact with keep up the ruse; you are tutored at home instead of attending a normal school, only go on holiday accompanied by him or his bodyguards, and your friends, mainly children of your father’s associates, are likewise vetted to make sure they don’t reveal the truth.

🩵 Unaware of the world of lies he has constructed around you, you adore your father, spend as much time as you can with him and trust him completely. Something you share is an appreciation for good food: the two of you enjoy visiting the most refined restaurants and trying food from different cultures. You also have a private chef at home, the last of a long series, since your father is very picky; he once had a cook beaten to a pulp because he had forgotten to salt the water when preparing pasta for the two of you.

🩵 One day, during what you believe is a brief holiday but that is actually a business trip that your father took advantage of to meet the head of another criminal organisation and make plans for the assassination of a few politicians who opposed their activities, you visit the Baratie, and are both impressed with the quality and taste of Zeff’s food. You are particularly enthusiastic, eating your fill and expressing your appreciation for each and every dish; your father, who never misses an opportunity to make you happy, immediately sends for the chef and asks him to come work -and cook- for you. Zeff thanks him for the offer but refuses, preferring his restaurant to a role as a private chef. Your father is highly displeased, but can’t insist too much, given the fact you are present, listening to their conversation; nonetheless, he plans on sending his most capable henchmen to force the chef to reconsider, and then have you informed Zeff had changed his mind.

🩵 He has no time to implement his plan since, having requested a background check on Zeff to make sure he is actually suited to work for your family, your father discovers the man had an adopted son, who also worked at the restaurant and was known to be an excellent cook; Sanji, a young man who is now part of a pirate crew. A man your age would probably be better suited, your father reasons, since he’d know what sort of food is more appropriate for and appreciated by a girl your age, and he’d probably also be easier to keep in line than a powerful former pirate captain like Zeff. Without wasting any time, your father has Luffy’s crew located, and a team sent to kidnap the chef. When they find him, on the latest island the Merry has docked on, Sanji is at the town market, gathering supplies; he is unfortunately alone, as he prefers to be when choosing the best foods and ingredients for his crew, which means no one notices when your father’s men attract him in a back-alley with an excuse and jump on him. Sanji valiantly defends himself, but he is vastly outnumbered and in the end the men force him at gunpoint to follow them; he has no way to let his friends know what happened to him, or even just to inform them he is in danger.

🩵 Sanji is brought to the huge kitchen of your family villa, where your father is waiting for him, having made sure you’re away; he orders Sanji to cook a few of your favourite dishes, which he does, furious at having been kidnapped but forced despite himself to do his best as always. The result is good enough to satisfy your father, who then informs Sanji he is hired for the job he never applied for, and has no way to refuse. “Your main task is to cook for my daughter; whatever she asks for, whatever she wants, you will prepare it, even if it’s a fifty people banquet on an hour’s notice or a snack at three in the morning; buy the best ingredients, the best tools, hire assistants if you need to; I don’t care about the money. Make sure she’s satisfied, and that her health is not badly affected; this is the only thing that has to matter to you.”

🩵 At first, Sanji refuses; he doesn’t need to know your father’s name to realise he must be a criminal, a man used to get whatever he wants through force and intimidation, and in any case he is not interested in any job that is not cooking for Luffy and the crew. He orders your father to release him, and even violently hits him with a kick in the stomach; as a result, he is locked in a cell, kept there for four days without food, and beaten mercilessly. In the end, starving and bleeding, Sanji decides to obey and bide his time, waiting for an opportunity to escape or contact his friends; he already hates his job, and while his pride as a chef forces him to cook at the best of his abilities and make sure his employers are well fed, he prays he will soon find a way to regain his freedom. 

🩵 And then he is introduced to you, and everything changes - even if Sanji doesn’t immediately realise. “You are our new chef? It’s a pleasure to meet you. You can call me (name), I hope you’ll like working here, and I can’t wait to taste what you’ll prepare for us. Is the kitchen of your liking? My father is very picky, so if I can offer a suggestion, make sure you always salt the water for the pasta! He once dismissed a chef without references for that. Do you like the room you’ll be staying in? If you need anything please let me know.”

🩵 Sanji can’t believe it. How can a kind, friendly and unpretentious -not to mention very pretty- girl like you be the daughter of a violent and cruel man like your father? At first he treats you coldly, convinced it’s just a mask, and you’re feigning courtesy and cordiality even though inwardly you are as bad as he is if not worse, but he soon realises the truth couldn’t be more different: you really are genuinely courteous and friendly, and more importantly, you have no idea who your father actually is, and what he does. “Miss (name) knows nothing about her father’s activities; he has always made sure to keep her in the dark.” the housekeeper tells him “The master must have forgotten to tell you, since he hasn’t hired anyone new in a while, but this is very important: you mustn’t tell her, if you don’t want to be killed.”

🩵 And so Sanji’s new life begins. From a professional point of view he has nothing to complain: he can use the best ingredients, his kitchen is every shef’s dream and his employers are invariably satisfied with the dishes he presents them; he sleeps in a comfortable room, and even the pay -because he is paid, unlike what he expected- is more than acceptable. On the other hand, he is virtually a prisoner in the house: your father’s men keep an eye on him constantly, make sure he cannot ask for help, either writing a message or calling with a Den Den Mushi, and escort him when he goes to the market or to the shops. Only a few days after his hiring, while you are out of the house with friends, your father has the whole staff gathered to witness the execution of one of his men, guilty of having written a letter to the local head of police asking for help against him; the man is shot in front of everyone’s eyes. “This is what happens to those who betray me.” your father states calmly “You do your job, obey, and you’ll be safe; but I want all of you to remember how you’ll be repaid if you prove disloyal.”

🩵 Your father is a monster, an unmerciful tyrant who kills people without a second thought and commits crimes of the worst kind; and you, his only daughter, have not the faintest idea. It’s not like you are stupid, or even particularly naive: rather, you are an intelligent young woman, surprisingly humble and unspoiled for someone who has grown up in cotton wool, with money and power enough to satisfy any whim, but while you have received a good education and enjoyed many privileges, you have always lived a sheltered life, detached from the world outside. Your father has carefully surrounded you with people on his payroll or that he can control, and has bodyguards accompany you everywhere, keeping away anyone who could even just suggest the truth is different from what you have been led to believe. You don’t really question it, since this withdrawn existence is everything you have ever known; sometimes you do wish you could have gone to school like most children, or travel alone, but you are sure your father only has your safety at heart, and chose to have you educated at home to hire the best tutors in the country. Yes, sometimes you feel like he vets people your age before you have the chance of making friends with them and it’s strange sometimes his employees look nothing less than terrified while in his presence, as if they had something worse to fear than being reprimanded or fired, but he’s your father, and an important man: it’s normal he wants to make sure you don’t associate with unsavoury people, and expects the best from those who work for him. 

🩵 You love him, and trust him completely; he’s your family, your role model, the person you care about the most in the world. Sanji sees it, and also sees how protective and affectionate your father is towards you, not only buying things for you and paying for holidays and other treats, but sincerely making sure you’re happy and well looked after; he treats you gently, spends with you as much time as he can, and welcomes as a priceless gift every care you have for him, even just a cup of tea brought to his study or a small surprise party organised for his birthday. When you are with him, your father is a different man, and Sanji can’t blame him for wanting to keep you in the dark regarding his activities; you would be undoubtedly horrified, because you… you are different, and he likes you more with every passing day.

🩵 At first he keeps his distance, since he has no idea of what sorts of person you really are and can only imagine what would happen if your father saw him flirt with you like he’s used to doing with girls; he does his job keeping his head low and waits for a chance to escape. Soon enough, he starts growing fond of you; he likes how kind you are towards the other members of the house staff and your father’s employees you come into contact with, sometimes even warning them of any mistake that would lead them to incur his wrath; the fact that he’s the only person your age in the house also helps. Unlike your father, who sometimes wakes him up in the middle of the night requesting a snack he could simply take from the fridge or forgets to warn him he’s going to host a dinner for ten of his associates, your requests food-wise are never outrageous; you enjoy most of what he prepares, and never fail to thank and compliment him. Once he finds out you dislike one of his dishes, one he has prepared many times already for your father; he asks you why you never told him, since he could have simply prepared something else for you. “Well, I didn’t want to inconvenience you.” you admit, blushing a bit, perhaps out of embarrassment or because of the attractive young man in front of you, who is looking at you with those lovely brown eyes “I know it took you hours to prepare that dish, and it wouldn’t have been fair to ask you for something else, since it’s only two of us. Anything you prepare is delicious; it’s not like I was forced to eat something I actively disliked.” 

🩵 Sanji can’t help appreciating how considerate you are, which in turn leads him to make an even greater effort to please you and prepare your favourite dishes; he tells himself it’s only because of his pride as a chef, because cooking -and cooking well- is what he does and not because he cares about you and wants to make you happy, but less than a month after meeting you he already knows in his heart the truth is different. 

🩵 One night he notices you have barely touched your food, even though you insist it was well-cooked as usual and you are simply not hungry; your father is not at home that night, and Sanji can’t help noticing you seem sad as you stare wistfully out of the window, unenthusiastically picking at your food, a tell-tale redness at your eyes. Sanji is immediately worried: have you discovered your father’s secret? Did the two of you have a fight? Did he -unlikely, but you never know- hurt you in some way? The matter doesn’t concern Sanji, not to mention he doubts you’ll want to confide in his since he’s just an employee that you have only known for a few weeks, but he can’t help it; he prepares your favourite dessert, waits for the housekeeper to have retired to her room, and then goes to knock to your door.

🩵 “I’d like to be left alone tonight, please.” you murmur from the inside, your voice breaking as if you had started crying again. Sanji clears his voice and “Miss (last name), this is Sanji. I have brought you a dessert.”

🩵 A moment later you have opened the door, vaguely diffident. “I already had dessert tonight; you served me crème brulée less than an hour ago.” “I did, but… well, I saw you seemed unhappy tonight, so I prepared your favourite.” Sanji explains, holding the dish in front of him as an offering. He’s already regretting his idea, fearing you will tell your father he has bothered you, but suddenly a tiny smile appears on your face. “Wow, that’s… so kind of you, Sanji. Please come in; you want something to drink?” And so, a minute later you’re both sitting at your desk, you busy enjoying your dessert and him sipping a glass of wine you have poured from your mini-fridge. You share a smile, both aware of how anomalous, not to mention potentially inappropriate, his presence in your room this late at night is, and you tacitly decide to ignore the matter. You freely share the reason for your sadness: one of your dearest friends, who you have known since infancy on account of your fathers working together, has suddenly broken all ties with you, without even explaining why. “I can’t understand; we were as close as siblings, I loved and trusted them more than anyone else besides my father… Their father died last week, and I tried to support them, but they told me I was a naive idiot and they couldn’t wait for me to see the truth. I honestly have no idea what they meant! And now they swore they never want to see me again… I miss them already, but what really hurts me is that I don’t understand what I did wrong…”

🩵 Sanji easily perceives the truth: your father had your friend’s, his associate, killed for some reason, maybe a suspected betrayal, and they blame you, if only by association. Seeing you so sad, partially comforted by the delicious dessert you are eating but still frustrated and lonely for the old friend you have lost without knowing why, breaks his heart. You don’t have many friends, you admit, and are well aware that many of the people you know only pay attention to you on request of your father, because he knows their parents and employers, or because they hope to benefit from the money and luxuries he grants you. “You must feel very lonely; I’m sorry, (name).” Sanju murmurs, using your first name without realising; he is all too aware of how your knees are touching under the desk “You deserve to be surrounded by people who appreciate you for what you are, because believe me, anyone would be fortunate to be your friend.” He fears you might think he’s only telling you what you need to hear, since you still know each other so little, but you smile at him, shy and grateful, as if you could perceive how sincere he��s being. “Thank you, Sanji; the truth is, this has already happened more than once. People I cared for -friends, members of our staff, employees of my father I had been acquainted with for years… they simply leave without a word, or disappear in thin air as if they had never been there. Now, I know it’s normal for a person to change jobs and even the best friends can grow distant, but…” “But?” he invites you to go on. “... but sometimes I feel as if there was something weird about it; as if those people hadn’t simply left… they were gone. And my father had something to do with it.”

🩵 You force a smile, as if to apologise for the absurdity of that idea; no matter how suddenly tense he is, Sanji can’t help noticing how enticing your mouth looks at that moment, the teeth biting into it emphasising the plushness of your bottom lip, your tongue darting out for a moment to clean a minuscule spot of cream left from the last bite of your treat. “I know it’s absurd; I feel guilty just talking about it, but… most of the people I know, friends and otherwise, I have met them through my father, and he’s a good and kind man, but he’s so protective of me, and sometimes I feel like… well, that he’d be capable of pushing away, or even firing, people he doesn’t approve I make friends with. I know, I sound like an idiot, and ungrateful, given everything he does for me; you can laugh if you want.” But Sanji has no intention of laughing; quite the opposite. He can see how close you are to realising the truth, to understanding your father is responsible for the disappearance of your friends and other people you have lost contact with - even though he did much more than dismissing them or ordering them to stay away from you. No matter how much you love him, and he you, you are no longer a child and you deserve to know the truth about the man you live with and are so devoted to; for a moment Sanji is about to tell you, fuck the consequences, but then something -perhaps the fact that he still knows you so little, or that it is not up to him; or simply that, maybe, he’s afraid of how you could react- stops the words in his throat. “I can’t speak for your father; what I know for sure is that even if he only has your best interest at heart, he has no right to make choices that should be yours, and you deserve to know the truth.” he softly murmurs in the end; for a moment he regrets those words, fearing you could decide to confront your father with dramatic and even potentially dangerous consequences, but then you smile at him, comforted and relieved, and he can’t think about anything that is not the beauty of your face and how your naked knee has been pressing against his for the last five minutes. 

🩵 You change the subject, spending a bit of time talking about your lives and your dreams; in the end, it’s time for him to go, since your father will be home soon. You walk him to the door, and “Thank you, Sanji.” you murmur, meaning those few words more than any declaration you have ever uttered; you felt so lonely until an hour before, and now you feel much better, thanks to a delicious dessert and more importantly to the young man who served it to you, out of pure, selfless worry for your well-being “I know you’re already so busy in the kitchen, so… I really appreciate you coming; I often feel lonely, but tonight in particular I didn’t want to be alone.” “I’m glad I did it. I’m sorry if you feel alone, and… well, if you need to talk, or you have nothing else to do, you know where to find me.” That is a promise Sanji knows he shouldn’t make, because no matter how fond he has grown of you, he’s still waiting for his occasion to escape and leave without looking back - which will mean you will lose another person you care for. He doesn’t want to pain you, and you don’t deserve it; but when you smile at him, your face filled with the childlike and almost painful joy of having found a new friend, Sanji knows he has done the right thing, no matter how much you both may come to regret it in the future.

🩵 From that night, a quiet friendship develops between the two of you. On the nights he sees you sad or pensive for some reason, or he simply wants to surprise you, Sanji brings a treat to your room, careful not to be seen by anyone, and you spend some time talking; in turn, you begin visiting him in the kitchen, to observe him as he works and even help with the dishes after a meal. You bring him little gifts, not necessarily costly but that he appreciates because he perceives the thoughtfulness behind the purchase: a tie in a colour you thought would look good on him, a cooking book he had mentioned he wanted to read, a new apron with his name embroidered. Slowly, quietly, you become important to each other. You appreciate the fact that unlike most people in your life Sanji does nothing to endear himself to your father -rather, he seems to dislike him a lot, even though in your presence he makes an effort to hide it; who knows why he accepted your father’s job offer, you wonder, since Sanji loathes him so much?- and that he is sincerely interested in what you have to say; in turn, Sanji can’t help appreciating your kindness and quiet intelligence, that few in your life value as they should, and thinking that you’d deserve more than living a lie, chained to a father who does not deserve you. 

🩵 You are also very aware of how attractive you find each other, even though you both hesitate to make your feelings known. You fear the potential inappropriateness of a relationship, given the fact that after all you are the daughter of Sanji’s employer -you would never ask your father to fire him if you were to fight or break up, but still- and the possibility of losing what is already a precious friendship. Sanji, on the other hand, is more and more anxious with every passing day, hating himself for his inability to tell you what sort of man your father actually is; he is lying to you, though simply avoiding telling you the truth, which he knows is unacceptable both for a friend and a romantic partner, and he feels unworthy of your affection… no matter how often he fantasises about holding you in his arms and kissing you until you both forget how to breathe. What’s more, he still plans on leaving, as soon as he can; Sanji has started planning his escape since day one, keeping note of the least guarded exits of the villa and the possibility to steal a vehicle to reach the harbour, and already feels guilty at the thought that he will have to abandon you, like so many people already have. The last thing he wants to do is break your heart, making you believe he never cared for you; all things considered he should have never formed a relationship with you, not even a purely platonic one, given the fact he didn’t plan on staying and he could never give what you needed and deserved, but he couldn’t help it! You’re so lovely, so pretty and kind and devout to the people you love; how could he not become fond of you? 

🩵 He is, if not confident, at least hopeful he can keep his feelings for you under control until one morning you join him in the kitchen, and ask him for cooking lessons. “I can’t do anything; not even boil an egg or cook pasta.” you admit, only partially embarrassed, because you know Sanji will not mock you, not even if you admitted you cannot even tell a fork and a knife apart “And I’d like at least to learn the basics, since it may come in useful one day when I have my own family to cook for, or maybe I could prepare something for my father to surprise him. Could you help me, Sanji? It’d be our secret, and I know you’re already so busy, but I’ll pay you…”

🩵 He immediately tells you he could never accept to be paid, and that he’ll be happy to help. From that night on, you start meeting in the kitchen at night after dinner or in moments of the day where the two of you are alone at home. Sanji is a capable teacher, patient and understanding since he appreciates your desire to learn, and you are determined not to waste his time. You start from the very basics, and as he teaches you the right time to wait to boil an egg -five minutes if you prefer a runny yolk, eight if you want to make hard-boiled egg, never go above twelve- or to calculate how much salt to put in for the pasta depending on the quantity of water, you feel happier, more active, than you remember ever being; you usually enjoy studying and your tutors are more than satisfied with your results, but this is different… not theoretical notions of history or mathematics you could never find an use for, but a practical ability that you could employ in your everyday life, either to surprise the people you love or to avoid giving yourself food poisoning. It’s nothing grandiose, only a fish soup or a plate of vegetable spaghetti, you still require Sanji’s constant supervision and make so many beginner’s mistakes, but you’re having fun, and you feel well… and all of it is due to the blonde young man next to you; you know a relationship between the two of you would probably be complicated, given the fact he works for your family, and you’re not even fully sure he has feelings for you, but in the privacy of your heart you’ve come to hope Sanji will remain part of your life, that he will not leave like so many have in the past… and that he will never lie to you. 

🩵 After three months of regular classes, you decide to prepare your father’s favourite dish to serve to him as he returns from a business trip; you’re more than a little nervous, wanting to prepare it by yourself but fearing the dish is still too advanced for what you have learnt, but Sanji has faith in your abilities, and promises to warn you if you make some grave mistake. In the end, the dish turns out perfectly; Sanji is proud of you, and your heart is full of joy and gratitude for all his help. As you celebrate together, you hug him tight, and you’re about to tell him how happy you are that he is now part of your life, but a moment later, on impulse, you decide you better show him, and press your lips on his. Sanji immediately kisses you back, his chest pressed against yours as his hands hold you by the waist; it’s lovely, sweet and intimate, and like most good things it ends before you want it to, with the house door slamming and your father’s voice announcing he is back. “I better go.” you murmur sadly, loathe to end that moment of intimacy now that you have discovered how soft Sanji’s hair is as you caress it, how pleasant the feeling of his body against yours “I… I’ll see you later, alright? And… thank you, Sanji; you made me happier than I’ve ever been.” He smiles, but there is sadness in his eyes as he does, and as he lets his hands fall from your hips. “Believe me, (name); you have nothing to thank me for.”

🩵 Later that night, Sanji has just finished cleaning the kitchen and is about to return to his room when your father enters, followed by two of his bodyguards. “You have been giving (name) cooking lessons.” he states; it’s not a question, so Sanji doesn’t answer, simply standing in front of the older man; part of him fears your father knows about the kiss, since someone might have seen you as the two of you were too focused on each other to notice, but a moment later he decides he doesn’t care, since he has nothing to be ashamed of. “She told me tonight, since she didn’t want to take all the credit for the dish she had prepared for me, but I knew already; if you had hoped to keep it secret, you never could. There is nothing that happens in this house without me knowing.” Again, Sanji remains silent, and your father looks at him, a merciless look in his eyes. “I don’t mind if you teach her to cook, since it makes her happy, but I want you to know one thing; if you think about taking advantage of those moments alone to… touch my daughter, or even flirt with her, you better change your mind now. She is not for you; she deserves better than a simple cook and former pirate, and in any case she’s still too young for a relationship. You only touch her with a finger and you’re a dead man. I’m not kidding; if you think the lashing and starving you experienced when you first came here were painful, you have no idea what I’m capable of doing if you hurt my (name).”

🩵 Again, no answer. “Well? You have nothing to say in your defence?” your father asks, curious despite himself, and finally Sanji speaks. “Do you know why (name) wanted to learn to cook?” he asks “To surprise you… and because she thought it could come in handy once she has a family of her own. Your daughter is not a child; you may have done everything you could to keep her prisoner in this house, surrounded by people you trust and have chosen, but you can’t keep her from thinking with her own head. Don’t you think one day she might fall in love, desire to get married, and have a home of her own? Will you force her to live here with her spouse? Will you choose her partner for her?” Your father doesn’t answer, for once in his life taken aback; the truth that Sanji cannot know but easily perceive, is that he has already compiled a list of potential spouses for you, children of his associates or people he trusts, to casually introduce to you and have them ask you out. The last thing he wants is for you to get a crush on someone undeserving, someone he can’t trust and who would take you away from him… someone like that young blond cook who is now looking at him, rage burning in his eyes “I’m right, aren’t I? Don’t you see how everything you do hurts (name)? She is an adult, she doesn’t need to be protected! All you have done is lie to her about the sort of man you are, surround her with people who don’t really care for her instead of friends she has chosen, and stop her from learning to take care of herself! You know what the truth is? That your daughter is a lovely person, good, kind, always ready to help others, and you can’t help keeping her in the dark regarding your activities, because you know she’d be horrified about all the atrocities you have committed! You know she’d hate you, because you are a monster who doesn’t deserve her love and sure as hell you don’t deserve her!” 

🩵 Sanji knows perfectly he will pay dearly for his lack of respect, and he does: your father, livid with rage at the young man, his prisoner, who has spoken to him like no one has ever dared to do and forced him to confront his sins and admit in his heart how deeply he might have ruined his relationship with you, orders his bodyguards to punish him, which they do. Once again, Sanji fights back bravely, alone against five armed opponents, and in the end is beaten to a pulp. Your father seriously considers having him killed, since the young chef is clearly trouble, and telling you he decided to resign, but you were so enthusiastic about your cooking lessons, and he doesn’t want you to have to renounce them. Furious, and scared for the first time he might seriously be unable to protect -this is the verb he uses in his mind- you from the truth, the man warns Sanji that he’ll kill him with his bare hands if he tells you anything and leaves.  

🩵 The next morning you’re horrified when, coming into the kitchen to greet Sanji and ask if he needs help with breakfast, you see his bruised face, and the cautious way he walks, as if he had a broken rib or was hurting in some other way. “What on earth happened to you?!” you scream, brushing your fingers against his cheek, your heart immediately filling with pain “Did someone jump on you? Sanji, you need to tell my father, he can protect you…”

🩵 Sanji looks at you; he has known you for six months, but suddenly he feels as if he’s seeing you for the first time. “Are you sure you want to know?” he asks in a murmur, wincing at the pain shooting through his body at every breath; you blink. “Why, yes, of course, if you want to tell me…” “I’m not talking about what happened to me; well, that as well, but the whole story is much bigger than that, and concerns you more than me. Is there a way we can talk without your father or his men knowing?” He is so serious, so tense and openly worried -not for himself, perhaps- that Sanji is starting to scare you, but you keep your questions to yourself, and admit there is a corner of the villa that everyone else has all but forgotten about: a tiny shed at the back of the garden, empty except for a few tools and bags of soil no one has touched in years. As a young girl -and also, err, until six months ago- you used to go there and hide to eat sweets you had stolen from the kitchen without your father knowing; you know for sure no one else has set foot there in years. Sanji asks you to meet him at the shed that night, making sure no one sees you, and also to ensure your father doesn’t suspect you’re worried about something; you promise, and then leave, your heart heavy with fears you can’t even give a name to.

🩵 Soon after midnight that night, both you and Sanji are at the shed, having eluded the guards who patrol the estate; security has always been your father’s top priority, even though you privately think he exaggerates a bit: he keeps a large sum of money in his personal safe and you do own a few precious objects, paintings and jewels he has gifted you, but after all he is just a businessman, why does he feel the need to protect himself as if a whole army could try and invade you? Who in the world could want to hurt a good man like him?

🩵 “So? What do you have to tell me that is so important we had to meet in secret?” you ask Sanji; you have allowed yourself to hope he had asked you to come there to spend a little time alone, doing what you had started in the kitchen that night, but the expression of the man in front of you immediately dispels those romantic musings. Sanji looks scared, tense… and guilty, as if he were about to confess some grave sin he has committed; and he does, having taken your hands in his. “Before telling you the truth, I want you to know I have never wanted to hurt you; in these six months I have grown to care deeply for you, and you deserve to know what is really going on here. I should have told you months ago, as soon as I realised you knew nothing; I was afraid to do it, afraid to make you cry, and please believe me when I say I am really sorry for it.” Dumbfounded, you listen as he spills it, revealing the truth everyone you have ever known has accurately kept from you: that your father is a criminal, the head of a powerful and dangerous organisation involved in shady business of all sorts, who has threatened, tortured and killed countless people. Most of the people who you were told had suddenly resigned or decided to move away have actually been murdered, because your father couldn’t trust them to keep his secrets or were simply an obstacle for his business; some of them he has killed personally. The authorities and the police know, even though they have never been able to incriminate him, or have been bribed to look the other way. 

🩵 In short, everybody knows… everybody except you, his daughter. “As far as I understood, he has always made sure to keep you in the dark; he has surrounded you with people he trusts to keep his secret, didn’t let you go to school, always has his men accompany you wherever you go… and probably has spread the word that anyone who made you aware of the truth would pay with their life.” Sanji explains; you’re sitting on a pair of old garden chairs, your hands in his, a chaste but sweet intimacy you are at the moment unable to appreciate “I know it’s a shock; but your father… I do believe he loves you very much, and would never hurt you, but he is not the man you think he is; he has lied to you your whole life, even choosing your friends for you and making sure you remained under his influence, to stop you from thinking for yourself and realise you are a prisoner in your own life. I’m sorry I’m upsetting you; but I know you deserve to know the truth.” 

🩵 Sanji looks at you, afraid you’re going to faint or to start screaming any moment, but you don’t; dumbfounded, you remain on your chair as you feel all your life, everything you thought true and safe, your whole world, crumbling around you. Your father, the kind, patient man who taught you to ride a bike and knelt to check there were no monsters under your bed, is a criminal - no, he is a murdererer, a man who resorted to violence to reach his goals and kept you completely in the dark, forcing you in a bubble where nothing is what it seems and all the people you came in contact with were actors playing a part. Everything you own - everything he has given you, from your education to the clothes on your back, is the results of those crimes; everyone you ever cared for, and who appeared to care for you, had been chosen, paid, or even threatened by him, in order to surround you with people he trusted would keep up his ruse. You feel as if your life until now had been a dream, from which you’re finally waking up… to discover reality is a thousand times worse than you could have ever imagined. 

🩵 What will you do from now on?, you wonder. Even Sanji admits your father, for all the crimes he committed and the cruelty he treated so many people with, loves you deeply and has never wanted to hurt you, but you only need to reflect for a moment to know you can’t remain with him, going on as if you never knew the truth; you don’t even know how you’ll be able to look at him in the face from now on, and the last thing you want is to keep eating the food, living in the house and enjoying all the comforts his criminal activities have paid for. But what else can you do, given the fact that you own nothing that your father hasn’t given to you? You are not afraid to work hard and you could find a job to support yourself, but disgust, shame, and fear for the future make you feel as if you could suffocate. You need to act, you think, to stop your father and find a way to make up for his crimes; you did nothing wrong, you honestly never suspected anything, but having benefited from his crimes more than anyone else you have the duty to do something. But what?

🩵 Sanji is still by your side, silently and patiently waiting for you to come to terms with the truth; in the end he sees you sigh, and straighten your back as you remind yourself you have more important and urgent things to take care of before succumbing to a mental breakdown. “Was it my father who did this to you?” you murmur quietly as you brush your fingers against one of the many bruises on his face; your touch is gentle and delicate, and Sanji feels himself leaning into it, his heart full of tenderness. “It was; well, his men, but the order came to him.” he reveals, hating himself for the guilt and shame he sees reflected on your face “He also had me kidnapped to have him work for him; his men waited for a moment where I was alone, and my friends have no idea what happened to me.”

🩵  “Oh, that explains everything…” you murmur, and confess that a couple of months ago, while your father’s men had accompanied Sanji to the shops to buy provisions, two people had come to the villa, claiming that their friend, who they had been looking for after he had disappeared, was working there: a red-haired girl and a boy with a straw hat. You had heard your father deny knowing Sanji, and tell them that there was no one matching his description at the villa, whatever the two had heard. “I… happened to pass by the door as they were talking, and listened from behind a corner; later I confronted my father, asking him why he had lied to those two, and he told me that you had confided in him that someone could come looking for you, a crew of pirates who had kidnapped you some time ago, and that he was only trying to protect you. I… thought it was a bit of an unlikely story, but I trusted my father, and he asked me not to tell you anything because it would only upset you to know your former captors were onto you once more.” you admit, your heart full of guilt; had you been less naive, you could have saved Sanji months of captivity! “I am so sorry, Sanji, I should have told you…!”

🩵 Luffy and the others had been looking for him! If only he hadn’t been out of the villa at that moment, Sanji thinks with a sigh, but it can’t be helped, and he knows his friends will not give up until they have found him. “What are you going to do now?” he asks once he has reassured you he doesn’t blame you for having kept silent on a matter he dearly wished he had known about, and with a sigh you recognise you have a duty to expose your father and make sure he pays for his crimes; for this purpose, tomorrow you will wait for him to have left, find as many incriminating documents as you can in his study, and bring them to the local police. In part, despite everything, you feel ashamed, because he has been a good, doting father to you and you’re going to put him in jail for the rest of his life, but his victims deserve justice, and if you don’t act there’s no knowing how many more people he could hurt and kill. Sanji promises he will come with you, and you decide that in the morning you will pretend to feel sick and remain in bed; he will come to serve you breakfast, and together you will slip over to your father’s study, hopefully unnoticed. 

🩵 It’s time for both of you to return to bed, and pretend nothing is amiss. Instead of the ardent kisses the more naive, innocent you -in other words, the girl you were an hour ago; and yet, you feel as if you had aged a decade since then, almost not recognising the scared, jaded person you are now- had hoped you would exchange taking advantage of the privacy of the shed, you simply embrace, both apologising and forgiving the pain you indirectly inflicted on each other. That night, after you have said goodbye to Sanji and stolen back to your room, you lay awake in your bed and cry silently, mourning a man you had loved and trusted with all your heart and who, perhaps, never existed to begin with.

🩵 On the next morning, hearing you don’t feel well your father offers to call for the doctor, but you convince him you just need to rest for a while and you’ll feel better soon; he kisses you good-bye, a kiss you force yourself to respond to with a smile even though it tastes like poison. An hour later Sanji comes to your room with a tray full of food that remains untouched; you succeed in walking to your father’s study without being noticed, and after you locked yourselves inside you begin searching for the proves of his crimes - which you find pretty easily, in the form of letters and photographs that connect your father to a long list of crimes, including several murders. Sanji opens the safe hidden behind a painting, containing several bundles of banknotes… and an old paper envelope, with your name written on it. It’s a letter, you discover after opening it, from a woman whose name you have never heard… and who claims to be your mother. “I… I can’t believe it; he always told me my mother died when I was born.” you murmur, once more appalled by the magnitude of your father’s lies “Here it says that he forced her to leave me to him, after promising he would give me this letter when I was ten, so that I could decide if I wanted to meet her or not.” He never did, no doubt as part of his all-encompassing plan to keep you for himself, preventing you from forming relationships out of his sphere of influence. Your own mother has been alive all this time and you didn’t know! This is the ultimate betrayal, a breach of trust you know you will never be able to forgive him for, but you have no time to reflect on the potential consequences of this discovery, because suddenly your father’s men are knocking at the door, having realised both you and Sanji are not where you should; you are able to escape through the window, and he defends you from the men who try to stop you.

🩵 Fortunately, the local head of police is one your father has never been able to bribe or intimidate, and hates him with all his might; he’s at first suspicious of you, fearing this is all a plan your father orchestrated against him, but he changes his mind when you hand him enough evidence to formally accuse your father of at least a dozen crimes. The whole time, as you answer the many questions the police has for you, Sanji remains by your side, holding your hand and silently reassuring you have done the right thing; you are too heart-broken, too full with self-loathing and shame and fear for the future to find some comfort in it, but you are nonetheless happy, and relieved, at least one person in your life respected and cared for you enough to prevent you from living the rest of your life in a lie.

🩵 Hours later, as you are still at the police headquarters, your father is brought in escorted by a small army of agents, his hands cuffed. When he sees you, for a moment he thinks you’ve also been arrested, perhaps on suspicion of having taken part in some of his crimes, but then he sees Sanji next to you, and the way you are looking at him, ashamed and furious and heartbroken, and the truth dawns on him; he looks away, and lets the agents lead him to his cell. “You can talk to him, if you want, provided that one or two agents are present.” the head of police informs you, but you shake your head: you have nothing to tell him, and you don’t have the heart to find out what he thinks of you now that he knows you have betrayed him. 

🩵 Now that your father will pay for his crimes, your next intent is to help Sanji return to his friends - which is easier said than done, since while the Straw Hat Pirates may have suspected their cook was kept in your home against his will, months have passed since then and now they could be looking for him on the other side of the sea. Suddenly, you have an idea: knowing Sanji’s friends have the paper delivered to their ship, and that the news of your father’s arrest will appear on the front page, you pay for a message to be printed at the bottom of the article, with Sanji’s name and your Den Den Mushi number, through which his friends will be able to contact him. Sanji thanks you for your help, and tells you how brave you have been to expose your father knowing well how your life would change from then on, but you don’t feel particularly proud of yourself, let alone worthy of being praised: rather, you feel empty, dirty, on account on the kinship with your father, and alone, knowing that you have no fault for his crimes, and at the same time that no matter how much you do to rectify them, you will never stop feeling guilty for having remained blind to the truth.

🩵 Another unconfessable source of pain is the fact that Sanji will leave soon to rejoin his friends, leaving you completely alone. He’s the only friend you have left, the sole person you know for sure has stood by you and offered his friendship of his own accord and not because your father has paid or threatened him, and even though you have only known each other for six months you can’t imagine your life without him, and you know you’ll miss him terribly for the rest of your life. The truth is, you have grown more than a little fond of him, and while you wish you could ask him to remain there with you, not necessarily in the role of a paid chef, you know Sanji has suffered more than enough at the hands of your family, and even just an offer he could be free to decline would be unjustifiably egotistical of you. You do know -or is it simply wishful thinking? After all, for all you know, perhaps he has a girlfriend waiting for him somewhere, perhaps that very pretty red-haired girl who came looking for him months ago- Sanji cares for you, and you are confident he will remember you fondly; that is - that has to be enough. 

🩵 As you expected and hoped, the newspaper with the message for Sanji’s friends -and a four pages-long article regarding your father’s arrest and the revelation of his crimes, with so many people now coming forward to attest the abuse and violence they suffered by his hand- has only been circulating for a few hours when your Den Den Mushi receives a call from Straw Hat Luffy himself. Twenty-four hours later, Sanji and his friends are together once again; the others thank you profoundly for what you did, even though you still feel unworthy of their gratitude, convinced as you are that your father’s cruelty and crimes have rubbed off on you, if only because you were too naive, too dumb, to realise what was going on, and you deserve the solitude and shame you already feel. 

🩵 You offer Luffy and the others to stay at the villa for the night, before they -including Sanji- depart to resume their journey. That night, the two of you take a walk in the garden, enjoying what you know is your last moment together. “What will you do now?” Sanji asks after a while, and after he has taken your hand in his as you walk, and you admit you are not sure. “I want nothing of what my father owns; I have decided to sell the house, and the proceeds, and all of his money, will go to his victims, the people he wronged and hurt, and their families. It will not cancel his crimes, or bring back the people he killed, but it’s better than nothing. The designer clothes, the jewellery, all the precious things he bought me… I will give everything away; I want to own nothing I have to thank him for, even if it means going around naked and starving.” you explain “All I want to keep is the little money I earned recently with a summer job I had at the company of a friend of his; that I think I earned, even though it was my father who got me the job… and I will use it to go look for my mother. I know where she lived when I was born, and when she wrote that letter; I will go there, and if I can’t find her, well, I will decide on the moment.” Sanji agrees it’s an excellent idea, and that finding your mother will surely make you feel better and help you give a new direction to your life. For a moment he seems about to say something else, but then he bites his lip, and swallows, and “May I kiss you?” he asks in a murmur, and thank all the Gods the night is pitch black, because this time you’re outside. An hour later Sanji walks you back to your room, and after a moment of embarrassment you part at the door.  

🩵 The next morning you accompany Sanji and his friends to the harbour, and as the others carry the provisions you have insisted they take -almost all the food that once filled the house’s pantry, and that would have otherwise gone to waste, since you plan on leaving that very day as well- Sanji thanks you for all your help and hands you a paper envelope. “Please read it after we have left.” he asks you, and you promise, unsure of what it could mean but willing to trust him. “I don’t know what I will do without all the good things you have prepared for me.” you murmur, forcing a smile despite the tears that fill your eyes; you’re only partially comforted by the fact that Sanji is clearly as upset as you are. He kisses your hand, and a moment later he has climbed aboard, leaving you alone. 

🩵 You remain on the pier until the candid sails of the ship have disappeared on the horizon, a gentle wind pushing it towards lands you don’t even know the name of; as a new warm day rises around you, you open the envelope in your hands, finding as you expected a message from Sanji, short but sufficient to fill your heart with joy. “My darling (name); I know you want to find your mother, but once you have met her would you like to join our crew? Luffy and the others would be happy to have you, and I think you’d enjoy being a pirate. I care for you more than I can put into words; you would make me the happiest man in the world if you just let me show it to you. Take your time, the offer always stands; I know you will make the right choice. With all my love, your devoted chef Sanji.” 

[yourdaddyfigur3]

Welcome to my blog!!!

Previously known as @yourdaddyfigure. This is strictly a (18+ only) blog. So please if you’re under the age of 18 kindly show some respect and do not follow me or any blog I interact with in this community.

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[dystopicjumpsuit]

Hiatus announcement.

Hi friends. I've got some stuff I need to focus on in my personal life right now, and I'm not able to balance that with keeping up with Tumblr and Discord. I'll be taking a hiatus starting immediately. I'm not sure when I'll be back, but hopefully it won't be too long. If you have submitted a request for a fic, design, or artwork, please know I'll do my absolute best to fill it when I'm back, but for now, I need to be present in my real life.

I love you all, and I'll miss you, and I can't wait to come back! I'll put a few more details below the cut in case you're interested. CW for medical issues.

My partner has been unwell recently, and this week, we discovered that they have a blood clot in their leg. Further testing revealed they have a serious heart condition. Unfortunately, they also have a preexisting vascular condition that makes blood thinners risky, but their PCP went ahead and prescribed a three-month course of medication for the clot since it's an immediate issue. We are waiting to hear if insurance will cover the meds; apparently this prescription gets rejected by insurers frequently due to the cost. (Thinking about the fact that some analyst in a cubicle could decide that my partner's life is worth less than a three-month course of medication is making me feel absolutely sick.)

They have more appointments scheduled with a cardiologist and a vascular surgeon, so for now, we're just kind of stuck in limbo. Their PCP gave us a long list of, "If x happens, go to the emergency room immediately. If y happens, go to the emergency room immediately. If z happens - you guessed it - go to the emergency room immediately."

At this point, I'm still trying to come to terms with it. My partner just turned 44. We have an active lifestyle; we eat healthfully; we don't drink to excess. We just got fucked over by genetic risk factors.

The scariest part is that we wouldn't have found out about any of this if they hadn't gone to the doctor for a completely unrelated issue. I'm trying not to think about it too hard, or my imagination starts to send me into a spiral.

Please allow me to get sappy for a moment:

If you've read much of my work, you probably know my partner better than you might think, as they inspire a lot of my characterization, either directly or indirectly. If you enjoyed the way I wrote Waxer in "The Sixth Language" or Jesse in "In Which Jesse Gets What He Deserves," then you have a good idea of their personality. They are extraordinarily kind and patient, funny and sweet. They have been here for me consistently for twenty years, first as my friend, and later as my everything. They've held me when I cried, and they've made me laugh every single day since I met them. They know me better than anyone in the world, and I trust them with my soul.

They are the only person IRL who even knows that I write fanfiction, and they have read every single fic I've ever written. They've served as my guinea pig when I needed to work through the physical mechanics of a scene, and they've listened to me ramble for hours on end about plotting and characterization. They've supported and encouraged me in this and so many other areas, and now it's my turn to support them through this.

If you've read this far, I just want to say thank you for all the love, support, encouragement, and kindness you've given me over the past year. This fandom community has truly changed my life, and I am more grateful than words can communicate. I hope to see you all again very soon, hopefully with good news. But in the meantime, please know that I love you all.

May the Force be with you. 🩵

[v3nusxsky]

Hey how you doing mars! ✌🏼I got a ask that I hope you do. This ask is not smut, but it is a little bit of angst and fluff!

Basically Larissa is married to reader (reader’s pregnant) and there sleeping on their bed when Larissa wakes up sweating and tears streaming down her face. Then she look beside to check if reader is safe and sound (they sleep with a little light) and when she sees reader is sleeping beside her peacefully she signs in relief. Larissa then cuddles into her wife’s back and begins to gently touch reader’s baby bump tenderly waking reader up. Reader asks her what’s wrong and Larissa buried her face in reader’s neck and tells her she had a horrible nightmare; in her nightmare reader was driving to her home when she got into a horrible car accident, which they called Larissa in her work to tell her the news and Larissa desperately drives to the sight when they tell the horrible news that her wife and unborn baby died on impact and that she was alone now. Larissa basically blabbers in tear her horrible dream and reader turns around in her arms and hugs Larissa and Larissa hugs her back with all her might as reader calms her down. From there you can write anything you want just please can you do a happy and fluffy ending with reader, Larissa and there unborn baby girl.

Lost in the dark forest

*Authors note~ part 3 for you are my world🩵 to answer, in fine darling, sorry this took so long. Also guys I have more brain children that could be a series’s for Lenora and Larissa 🫣 or just one let me know what you want to see*

Trigger warnings~hurt and comfort! Nightmares panic attacks car crash mother and unborn child death. Angsty but will be fluffy at the end. Larissa being a bit of a dick in her nightmare ngl

Prompt~ see ask^^^^*

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“You’re reckless. You don’t put our child first, and yet you put her first. What’s she got that’s more than our family!” The principal practically bellows at you as you’re haphazardly throwing some essentials in a bag. “It’s not what it looks like Larissa!” You practically snarled back, knowing her past it’s not hard to understand why her brain has concocted these wild accusations but hormones and hurt feelings aren’t a good mix. “Oh! Do tell me then dear” her tone harshly spitting the term of endearment at you, “it’s not like that, you would never do that. I’m the only one for you? No, more like you got bored of the freak principal and think that Adeline can be your saviour. That’s my baby too growing there, I made love to you and created that beautiful life not her, so I’ll be damned if I let you throw it away to act like a common whore for her!”

Ouch. Tears immediately spilled down your cheeks like mini waterfalls. Larissa and yourself have had disagreements, hell what couple doesn’t, but never have you heard such vile words thrown in your direction by her. Loving Larissa is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever had the pleasure to do. Never, even when your stubbornness takes over, even when you feel suffocated by her protective nature did things ever spiral to this. Adeline had merely been helping you find the right flowers and colour scheme to reveal your baby’s name. That’s all. Adeline, was informing you of her latest date, one that seemed promising. In your happiness for your friend you scooped her into a hug as you wished her and Nora the best for the future. Plans to meet her being set for after you were no longer pregnant. Seeing that awoke deep fears within your blonde lover and now this was the result.

“Let me go Larissa” you demanded, choking back sobs as you made your way to the door. “Thats right, run away, straight to her no doubt” she sneered not even bothering to watch as you left to your car. Her office becoming her cage as fear spilled from every pore in her body, anger seeping out and forcing her limbs to move. Not a care in the world for what was destroyed in this process. What does it matter? Her hearts shattered, gone, blackened and broken. Self loathing kicks in as her anger fades into the abyss.

For hours now, you’ve been gone, regret, guilt, disgust and shame clouding the woman you once knew. Nothing would pull her from this dark place. Her mind being a forest of thrones that she’s forced to walk through, powerless as the thorns shred her pale skin. Crimson streams flow down her now opened skin as she tried to fight her darkness. Larissa should’ve known that the more she’d struggle the worse this would be. The more she would fight the tighter the thorns would dig into her sensitive body, her body now matching her heart.

But that’s when she got the call. Sheriff Galpin informing her of something, while her ears rang. You, car, hospital, blood and your baby. “Principal Weems?, are you there?” His gruff voice seemed to bring her back to reality. This morning she had everything she’d ever wanted and now she’d face losing you both. “Hospital?” Her monotone word seemed to weight her down as multiple possibilities ran through her mind. She’d fucked up. And now everything was gone? Well could be gone. She needed to see you, so that’s what she’d do.

Hanging up on the sheriff, jumping into her car with tears blurring her sight as she made the journey to Jericho Hospital. Red lights didn’t matter, to her they are all green now, the cars beeping got an undignified middle finger flipped in their direction. Nothing would stop her from getting to you, to apologise, to hold you, to love you. All the woman could do is prey you held on with all your stubborn nature, she had hope.

Hoped. You’d died on impact, a drunk driver crashing into the drivers side of the car as you were at a red light. “Principal Weems, we are sorry. They are gone, is there anyone you’d like us to call?” The nurse murmured sympathetically only to be interrupted by a pained scream and the normally professional woman crumpling to the ground. “Give me a minute to hold my girl! Just one more. My girls! I’m- I need to see them.” From there, Larissa was took to say her goodbyes, there you lay motionless, your own blood smothered your face, your child’s home being destroyed and dis formed. The once spherical home being more like a zig zag. You’d gone. Both of you.

She felt like she’s dying. That’s the first thing she registered, shaking limbs, tears streaming down her face and her heart? Well that’s working triple the time. Sweat soaking her body and sheets as she blinded rapidly to adjust to the small light in the corner of the room. There you lay, slow lazy breaths as you slept blissfully unaware of what her lost forest contained tonight. Larissa always named these dreams as the lost forest, a world where nothing makes sense, containing her deepest and darkest fears, secrets and past horrors. But never in her life had she been in one like that.

For a while all she could do is Starr as your chest steadily rose and fell in rhythm, like it should. Light snores filling the room as you slept on, oblivious to her sigh in relief at your state. With a dissatisfied groan you worked to turn your growing body onto its side, there laid your small baby bump poking out from the shirt you wore. You’d always steal the t-shirts the principal always swore weren’t hers as they are simply not her style, seeing your bump poking out always filled her with pride and joy. You’d made that beautiful creation together. A product of love, she couldn’t wait to meet the little minx who had you craving pickles in chocolate at three in the morning. You’d just started to feel the baby move in the past few weeks and like any expecting mothers it immediately became the best feeling in the world. Your baby.

Larissa had joking mentioned one night as you laid tangled in sheets that you would simply look stunning pregnant with your child, and she was right. You do. Her hand sneaking to rub soothing circles into your child’s temporary home. “My girl” you heard Larissa mummer. “Or boy” you grunted trying to sit up in bed. A sad chuckle left your lover as she agreed, truthfully Larissa had a hunch that baby Weems is a stunning Princess, but you swore on everything that your baby would be a Prince.

“Darling? What are you doing up?” Was all it for the lost forest dream to resurface and tears to build in her eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. Her words choking her as you observed her state. “Darling, you are shaking, come here my love” you whispered shuffling to let the woman rest her head above your chest as your hands found their way to her silver curls, an action she adores. “Were you in your lost forest, love?”

No verbal answer was necessary the sobs that wracked through her exhausted form were enough. “Y-ou both died” she hiccuped as ungrateful as ever, her sobs soaked with her pain from those images. “I was cruel, left me and gone” she whimpered clinging onto your body, a hand holding your swollen stomach as if she didn’t believe you were real.

“Look at me Isa. Eyes up here pretty. I'm real. Hold my hand if you need proof, rest it above my heart if you need. I'm real and your dream wasn't. Me and this little minx are well and here my darling.” You reassured the older woman gently, although you didn’t know what she’d seen, what her mind had thrown together, you knew that she needed you more than anything else in the world right now. The room was bathed in silence for moments, ending by desperate whimpers of, “Please don't leave me." You swear your heart broke into a million pieces at how much she reminded you for the scared child she once was. “Never, honey. We aren’t going anywhere.”

Well… “Isa? My girl?” You mumbled shyly, the baby seemed to move and press on your bladder meaning you were going somewhere. “I need to go to the bathroom love, just a second” causing the woman to look up at you looking no more than a frightened child in this state, “you can help me yeah?” To which she nodded and immediately scurried to help you up and to the bathroom where she paced the bedroom floor waiting to walk you back to bed. It seems you were needed more than you thought, Larissa was never this clingy unless she had a dream about her parents or past, she needed you and you would always provide that.

Settling back into bed was not an easy task, your once comfy spot seemingly ran away, Larissa clinging to any part of you she could as you settled in bed on your back. Only then did her lips drop to your stomach, “we are waiting for you darling, our girl we can’t wait to meet you, anything to hold my girls.” You couldn’t help but chuckle, “what If it’s a boy my love?” To which she shook her head, settling into bed, snuggling up into your side with her head on your chest. “With the weird cravings, she’s a she for sure, my perfect girls, can’t lose you ever. You are quite literally my whole world.”

Word count~ 1952

[actualalligator]

35. filthy buddie, obvs maybe roo? :)

Some filthy Roo Baby coming right up 🩵

(Non-sexual age play with Little!Buck)

Eddie isn't fussy about dirt. He's a firefighter. He was a soldier. He grew up in Texas, spending as much time as possible outdoors for entire summers. Dirt is fine.

Buck, however, is filthy. It's different.

Eddie doesn't understand how it happened. Buck had been digging in what will be the vegetable garden when spring really sets in, and letting him dig around in it now doesn't hurt anything. If anything, he's tilling the dirt.

Eddie had to run inside for two minutes. TWO minutes. And somehow in that time, Buck had gotten mud on his face, arms, and legs. There was mud in his hair. When had water even come into the equation? It hadn't rained in over a week!

And yet filthy Buck stood on the porch with his bucket in his hands like he was gonna go in the house. The house they'd spent all morning cleaning.

"Roo," Eddie said, positioning his body in the doorway. "Did you turn the hose on?"

Buck shifted his weight between his feet. "Eddie Worm and Evan Worm needed some water."

Eddie frowned. "Eddie... Evan Worm?"

Buck lifted the bucket. Eddie glanced in, and sure enough, there was a small pile of mud with two earthworms."

"The worms have to stay out here," Eddie said. He crossed his arms. "You know worms don't come in the house."

Buck's lower lip immediately appeared, quivering slightly. "Daddy! Eddie Worm and Evan Worm are in love. You can't separate them! What if they never find each other again?"

"If it's really meant to be, they'll find a way. Go return them both to the garden," Eddie replied.

Buck stomped his foot. "Daddy! Eddie Worm wants to be an inside worm. He told me so. He hates it outside."

Leaning against the doorframe, Eddie raised an eyebrow. "It is not kind to stomp at people, sweetheart. Please go put the worms back in the garden where they belong. If I ask again, you will be sitting a time out."

Buck's nose wrinkled. "You've ruined Eddie Worm's life," he huffed before turning and stomping down off the porch. "You're so mean."

"I know. Meanest Daddy in the whole wide world," Eddie replied. He watched as Buck went back to the garden and carefully put the worms back into the dirt. He then turned the bucket over on top of them. Eddie doesn't have the heart to remind him that worms dig.

Buck shuffled back to the porch and stopped right in front of Eddie, his pout still fully set across his lips.

"Thank you for taking them back to the garden, Roo Baby," Eddie said. He reached out and took his hand. "I know it made you sad, but I appreciate you listening to me. How about we get you all cleaned up and put on some jammies?"

Buck shuffled a little closer. "And maybe dinner?"

"We can order pizza and eat it snuggled up on the couch with a movie," Eddie promised, and immediately he saw that little flash of smile. A little bit of sunshine returning. "But first, we gotta get you to the bathroom without getting the floor you cleaned earlier dirty."

"Oh-Daddy!" Buck squealed as Eddie bent down to throw him over his shoulder. "Daddy! I can walk!"

Eddie patted his leg. "Nah, gotta be careful of all the hard work you put in, sweetheart."

Buck giggled, squirming as little but not protesting as Eddie carried him toward the bathroom.

As they entered the bathroom and Buck was setback on his feet, he curled his fingers into the front of Eddie's shirt. "You're not the meanest Daddy," he whispered. "I love you."

Eddie wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close and kissing his temple. "I love you too, Roo Baby."

Thank you!

Tagging some Roo Friends (if you wanna be on or off the Roo Friend list lemme know)

@tizniz @theotherbuckley @pimento-playing-hopscotch @anewkindofme @kiankiwi @keatonspaci @mayalaen

[bluesidez]

OKAY I HAD TO HIT YOU W THIS BC I NEED THIS TO COME TRUE 🗣🗣‼️‼️

AcademicRival!Miguel x AcademicRival!reader

where they will do quite literally ANYTHING (legally) POSSIBLE to one up each other.

whether their petty rivalry began in high school or first year of uni/college, IDC- but they absolutely despise each other.

and!!! at some point down the track, they forgot why they were beefing in the first place, only for it to start stemming from a place of 'jealousy' (yk how sometimes jealousy is actually feelings of romantic interest in disguise,, yeah, that) and it gets to the point where they are quite literally making it all their friends' problem bc of it.

like i can imagine reader drinking something that Miguel sees and Miguel going 'i need to have this all the time and sell it out so reader can never have any' and Peter is like '???', or reader finding out Miguel got a certain mark and goes 'nobody speak to me for a month i have to understand everything about quantum physics before that smug asshole opens his mouth' and Jess is like '??? just kiss, fym??'

and then they finally have a moment where they have no choice but to rely on each other- whether Miguel's car breaks down on the side of the road reader happens to drive by and she takes him to his, or if reader desperately needs help in a situation and immediately calls him bc she knows he'll pick up bc she needs scary dog privileges and thats HIM so then they end up having a moment of reflection together with either super fluffy smut or absolute debauchery and fluffy aftercare i totally dont mind either way.

IDK do you know what i mean??? 🫣🫢🤭

anyway LY BLUE-BLUE, thank yew for letting me ramble on 🤍🩵

Are you asking me to write this? 🧐 (I shall add it to the pending ideas list just for you 🐰🩵)

I wrote that as a reply as soon as you sent it, but now I have more ideas that I wanna yap about to go along with this.

SO!! You already have a rivals, enemies to lovers trope going on. What better way to make it even more fun than to add the stoic x chatty dynamic???

Like I’m imagining the reader and Miguel first meeting in middle or high school. He’s a transfer student that’s immediately making the top grades and people are like where tf did he come from?? Reader doesn’t really think anything of it, she just carries on with her school life, chatting away (and getting in on the gossip about Miguel).

It’s not until he ends up in the same class with reader one semester (probably in high school) that reader is finally able to be in close contact with him. He’s so quiet and a little boring, but there’s always random girls coming in and out of the classroom to attempt to chat to him.

They’re always bringing snacks or sweets for him. He always turns them down with a “No thank you. I don’t like chocolate.” type of response. (What he thinks to be polite and cordial)

The guys in the class think he’s a huge jerk. The girls in the class still fond over him. You think he’s an oddball, a weirdo. But you really have no solid information to justify it.

It’s not until one day that the teacher asks this obscure question that he pisses you off. (I havent thought of a weird question yet tho). Everyone else has given crude or stupid answers, riling each other up and joking. You raise your head to give the most out-of-the-box, yet plausible answer that leaves the teacher impressed and the class laughing in shock. Miguel scoffs and debunks it so fast, that you start to feel like one of his rejected groupies. If you thought the laughter for your answer was loud, the laughter for his sounds like the crowd in a football stadium.

You’re embarrassed but you don’t really show it. You just brush it off and joke with everyone else like usual.

Then, one of the class’s first huge tests come. You’re gunning for the number 1 spot although you figure it won’t be too hard with half of the room being class clowns and the other half not giving af. You read over the material once and already have a good grasp on it, so you joke around with everyone else. There’s rap battles and TT routines. You guys even manage to get the teacher in on some of them. From the front of the room, you can see Miguel glancing back at you with such a sour look on his face. Wtf was his deal??

Test day finally comes. You’re the first to turn yours in with a smug smile on your face. You even take a nap until the next bell.

You’re on cloud nine for about a good week. Although, every time you open your mouth in class, Miguel looks like he woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

Then, the time came for the teacher to hand out the papers. He was pretty theatrical and loved to announce who got the highest score.

You were gearing up for him to say your name. And you don’t know of you’re crazy, but you’re certain your mom didn’t put “Miguel O’Hara” on your school registration form.

You frown as you come back to reality, watching as teacher handed him is paper. From your seat, you can see the bright red 100 in the corner, a smiley face to adorn it.

Then the teacher hands you your paper. A 99.5. Just 0.5 points from a perfect score. And what you got points taken off for is something so ridiculous that you could scream.

You can see him in your peripheral as you chat with the other students about the answers. Just as you discuss your silly mistake you take a small look at him. He has a faint smirk on his face, as if to laugh at your downfall.

From then on, you decide that it’s a war.

[and obviously, the story would travel with them as they grow. Once they’re adults, I can imagine Miguel to still be this same stoic, yet more approachable person who has had a ROSTER of hookups and a reader who’s still so flirty and chatty, yet can’t find a good partner to save their life. The dynamic of him knowing exactly how to make reader feel good verses reader being overwhelmed for once would be sooooo good]

What do you think Lexie-bun?? 🥸

[fallingintheforest]

Let’s support our fanfic writers!!

What are your favorite Gwynriel/Elucien fics / fanfic writers? Tag them and show some love!🩵🌊🧡🌷

Awe I love this trend! As a prolific reader these wonderful writers need all the love for the time spent crafting these works for the rest of our enjoyment.

I've seen a few of these posts by now so I'm likely going to be doubling up as I tend to have a bit of a narrower reading scope in the ACOTAR fandom. But, nonetheless, I have my verrry expansive Ao3 bookmark page open and ready...

Nearly all of these fics fall into Elucien category and/or ft. Eris... so if that's your bag you've come to the right place. For the sake of brevity I'm going to rec only a couple fics from each author but I've read through almost all of the fics they have authored and guarantee them all as absolute bangers.

Starting off strong with @missfckingfortune

The way that this author writes Elucien has me on my hands and knees. How they can go from writing sweet and fluffy to hot and heavy scenes deserves a lengthy round of applause. Also, this is going to be a trend with all of the authors listed here, but THE ERIS CONTENT in both of these fics is absolutely chef's kiss. I squeak every time he turns up in the narrative with some assholey, yet endearing comment. Anyway, updates to these fics is an immediate drop everything and read... seriously, I read a chapter update in the Costco line up.

I Can Wait For You at the Bottom: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47208772/chapters/118947826

I Dream of Rain/I Dream of Fire (JUST UPDATED): https://archiveofourown.org/works/57431755/chapters/146111299

2. Next up we have @clockwork-ashes

Oh oh, god do these fics hurt so good. Prince of Ashes was one of the first Eris-centric works I read when I started getting into the ACOTAR fandom. It was recently completed and I was left EMOTIONALLY DISTRAUGHT BECAUSE HOW DARE YOU FOLLOW CANON EVENTS. I'm still recovering from Chapter 11 & 12. Such a wonderful fleshing out of Eris' character and! He! Has! Friends! that I am extremely attached to (Micah you deserve the WORLD for sticking by Eris!). Eris in these is REALLY trying his best to be a good brother, but god he is going through it at all times. I am also going to rec Light the Fire Bright which is a collection of One-shots - Eris-Centric and ft. Lucien and a couple other characters.

Prince of Ashes: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57191071/chapters/145468249

Light the Fire Bright: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58793767/chapters/149904046#workskin

3. I originally stumbled upon @olenvasynyt through booktok and their wonderful critical discussions/analyses of the source text. I was so jazzed when A Court of Embers and Sunlight began uploading on Ao3 because the sneak peaks on tiktok were driving me mental with the anticipation. This author's writing is so wonderfully descriptive and has such lovely lyrical language, not to mention the world-building is INTENSE. We are just getting going on this fic, but I can tell its going to be a heck of a ride, and I'm thinking its gonna get hella dark hahah... ALSO BONUS this author supplies pins/recipes of the food mentioned into in the chapter. Second rec is lil Lucien and Big Bro Eris!

A Court of Embers an Sunlight: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57175171/chapters/145426642

The Trees Have Eyes: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58812433/chapters/149883568

4. I don't think a rec list can be complete without @separatist-apologist, who was the first author that really sold me on Elucien (I think I pretty sure it was Henrietta the chicken that did me in). I just checked and this author has 110 ACOTAR fics to their name... so get reading ppl the harvest is plentiful. Delving to this author's catalogue of works you also get introduced to the delightfully reoccurring hate/lust/despise/longing/EXTREME SEXUAL TENSION/(hate again)/love that is Eris & Arina. They are such a wonderfully cheeky pair and I love any fic that features them. Very hard to choose recs for this one but... going to go with

We Could Call it Even (fairly new fic! excited to see where it goes): https://archiveofourown.org/works/59139481/chapters/150792124

Right Where You Left Me (still my comfort re-read): https://archiveofourown.org/works/36573370?view_full_work=true

5. And of course lovely @avabrynne <33. All hail the QUEEN of the AU's. I do not know how you do it and your out-put is INSANE. I literally got into the habit of checking your Tumblr at the end of the day because guaranteed there is an update of some sort or a new AU idea for me to obsess over (still not over Yacht Eris and I never will be). (EDIT- just as I finished writing this and went over to your Ao3 to copy the links to your works I saw you posted a new fic?!?!?! And a Zombie AU. I legit cackling). I love the characterization in this fics so freaking much and the interactions and dialogue between the characters is soo good I have to catch myself if I'm reading in public because I probably am smiling like a total goof at my phone. Such a freaking UNIT of an author and also incredible person and I'm so happy to have found you on this platform. I'm legit struggling over what I should rec here because I am equally attached to all of your works and I consider them all required readings hahah.

Mockingbird (this is the first Work I read from this author and I hold it very dear to my heart. The Twins mean EVERYTHING to me): https://archiveofourown.org/works/54364276/chapters/137698408

the roots of something greener (going to throw a curve ball here and link a Tamlin-centric fic. Super into the characterization of Tamlin in this one and can't wait to see where it goes): https://archiveofourown.org/works/58433374/chapters/148844428

You Just Had to Insult a Witch (PFPFF this fic makes be giggle out-loud. Such a great group of characters we usually don't get to see together. Also, Eris is Suffering as the oldest brother just trying to get out of this situation alive): https://archiveofourown.org/works/57468991/chapters/146211241

[afterdarkprincess]

you like that?

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Sami Zayn/Jey Uso Word Count: 1,058 Summary: Jey tells Sami all the things he'll do for him once he becomes double champ

AO3 Link

Back at it again with these two!!! 😁🩵

tag squad: @jeysbvck @imabillyami @elementaldoughnut12 @feelschicken @harmshake @southerngirl41 (If anyone else would like tagged or if I'm forgetting someone please let me know!)

This fic is Explicit and contains: Exhibitionism, Dirty Talk/Fantasies, Hand Jobs, Coming in Pants, etc (Full list on AO3)

Enjoy!!

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“And you gon’ be a double champ, Uce. You like that?”

Jey’s hands are still lingering on Sami’s shoulders when the producer calls cut signaling the end of their segment. His fingers drift along the soft lines of the flannel he has on before resting at the base of his neck applying soft gentle pressure.

From the outside it looks innocent enough, they’re both touchy guys, always have been. But Sami feels that secret little thrill in his stomach knowing there’s so much more behind Jey’s touch.

They’ve been able to keep this thing between them under wraps, for now at least. Jey’s family situation is complicated of course, and they’ve decided to just keep this to themselves.

Both of them have been hesitant to give it a label, but Sami has been happier these last few weeks than he can ever remember being.

Jey is… everything he thought he would be and more. Sweet, kind, and fiercely loyal- all the things he’d been to Sami as a brother in the Bloodline and as a friend once he moved to Raw. But now with their desires and feelings known to each other, he’s also discovered a whole new side to Jey that might just kill him.

Jey is insatiable when it comes to his sexual appetite. And by some miracle, Sami is the object of his cravings.

It’s becoming a bit distracting, especially given Jey’s exhibitionist streak.

They’re in a pretty isolated spot, the producer and camera guy having cleared out. There’s voices that carry down the hallway but for the most part they’re alone.

And Jey pulls Sami closer to him until there’s only a few inches between them, the gingers back to his chest.

Jey’s thumbs continue to rub at the sore muscles in slow deliberate circles, and Sami feels hot breath against his ear.

“That feel good, Sami?”

He opens his mouth to respond but his tongue refuses to make words, not when pure pleasure and desire is dripping down his spine. He nods.

“Meant what I said, Uce.” Jey continues, voice low but thick with intensity. “You gon’ look real good with two belts ‘round your waist.”

Jey’s fingers drift down as he speaks, finding the hem of Sami’s shirt and ghosting against the skin underneath. The heat in his stomach grows with each faint touch.

Sami turns to look at him, clocking the grin on Jey’s face immediately. He knows exactly what he’s doing right now.

“Killin’ me, Jey-“ He looks around, they’re still safe but the threat of discovery is certainly there.

“Nah you like it though,” He sticks his tongue out playfully, knowing that it’s driving Sami crazy. His joggers are already beginning to feel tight and he’s just a bit too warm in his flannel.

Sami’s fingers come to the top button, struggling to undo it as his fingers shake. But Jey comes to his rescue, making quick work of the row of buttons. It feels intimate, loving, and it sends his heart fluttering.

“Gon’ take care of you. My Champ.” Jey’s eyes are wide and dark, drinking him in.

Sami watches them flick down, guide Jey’s hands as they free him from the flannel, leaving him in his t-shirt, but he feels far more exposed. “W-what-“ He gulps. “What will you do?”

Feeding this is probably not a good idea, it might get them both fired, but he is all too willing to give in to Jey.

Jey bites his lip, his tongue flicking out for a moment. “Gon’ get you into bed wearin’ nothin’ but those belts, get you laid back all comfy.”

“Yeet,” Sami replies.

“Yeet,” Jey laughs, hands back on Sami’s waist, trailing under his shirt again, bolder this time, pressing his warm hand against Sami’s skin. “Gon’ wear them little shorts you like, give you a show.”

Sami feels his face flush at the thought. The tiny trunks with YEET emblazoned across the back, that cling to Jey’s thick cheeks and leave absolutely nothing to the imagination.

“Then what?”

Jey slowly walks them back a few steps, until Sami’s back meets the wall and the younger man is crowding into his space.

“Then…” Jey glances around before getting in close, whispering into Sami’s ear. “Then I’m gon’ take my time, gon’ put my mouth on you, work you til’ you ‘bout to bust. Get yo’ thighs shakin’ with how bad you want it.”

Sami’s fully hard and aching, both mortified and thrilled by the possibility of being caught like this, trapped in Jey’s arms and thoroughly debauched.

He moans softly, “Baby please-“

Jey’s finger covers his lips. “Shhhh. Gotta be patient, Sami. Then once you can’t stand it no more, M’gonna ride you. Hold onto those belts while you fillin’ me up.”

His leg presses between Sami’s thighs, and he can’t stop his hips from rutting against it, providing some much needed relief to his dick. He’d be embarrassed to be this close to the edge already just from Jey’s words, but he can’t really find it in himself to care right now.

“You like that, Sami? Gonna come for me jus’ from hearin’ ‘bout it, right here where erryone can see?” Jey’s hand finds it’s way under the waistband of Sami’s joggers and wraps around him.

A high whine escapes his mouth, it’s too good, too much. Jey smashes their mouths together to cover the noise and Sami shatters apart, coating Jey’s hand and the inside of his sweats with his cum.

Jey kisses him deeply as his muscles tense and shake, holding him steady so Sami’s wobbly knees won’t collapse.

“Got you,” Jey breathes when they part. “Got you, uce.”

Sami takes in a deep breath, reality settling back in. He whips his head around, but there still isn’t a soul around them. They were lucky this time.

“Ugh,” He pulls at the wet front of his sweatpants. “You’re gonna pay for this when we get back to the hotel.”

Jey’s got a shit eating grin on his face, and Sami can’t even pretend to stay mad at him when he smiles like that. “Oh I was plannin’ on that. Let’s get up on outta here- they ain’t need us no more.”

He nods, following Jey closely back to the locker room. Even without the title, he still feels like the champ tonight.

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Thank you so much for reading!!

[yuidelrey]

Yui Komori Headcannons 🎀

Silly little OOC things Yui does imo 🩵

🎀 Decorated Subaru’s knife to make it more aesthetically pleasing

🎀 Began to wear off-the-shoulder tops, miniskirts, dresses, and easy access clothing so the vampires would stop tearing her clothes

🎀 Absolutely adores frills, lace, velvet, fake fur, bows, and pom poms on clothes

🎀 One time told the brothers she thinks men shouldn’t have rights as a joke

🎀 Doesn’t know how to say things in a sarcastic or joking manner e.g. the men’s rights joke

🎀 Inadvertently good at roasting

🎀 Side-eye/staring problem

🎀 Got spanked after Reiji caught her side eyeing him and scrunching her nose in disgust

🎀 Says random intrusive thoughts aloud to give the brothers ick

🎀 Gaslights the gullible ones about incredibly small things

🎀 Told Kanato girls pee rosewater and poop rose petals, and even showed him a picture of rose petals in a toilet

🎀 Kanato believed her and argued with his brothers over the subject at monthly dinner

🎀 Tried to get the brothers into Lana Del Rey

🎀 Knows the Ultraviolence and Born to Die album by heart

🎀 Asks Shu to download songs for her since they smashed her phone

🎀 Gives Laito and Kou blood in exchange for fashion magazines

🎀 Girls girl

🎀 Gets constant ick from the vampire boys and Tsukinamis

🎀 Owns a pink diary where she talks about the brothers

🎀 Got a heart-shaped gold locket and put a picture of Lana del Rey in it

🎀 Has a different personality depending on who she’s hanging out with

🎀 Accidentally used her friend group personality with the boys one time and immediately began to apologize

🎀 Bought a pink Nokia because they’re indestructible

🎀 Bedazzled her Nokia

🎀 Sanrihoe (Sanrio hoe)

🎀 Has a list of baby names in her notes app (on her Nokia ofc)

🎀 Read all the Twilight books

🎀 Likes to make small vampire puns e.g. what a pain in the neck

🎀 Knows how to play guitar

🎀 Owns an acoustic and electric guitar

[indolentsecurityguard]

💛👾Alter Error Legacy Headcanons thread👾🩵

A long list of thread I have over this self-aware ai boy!

• He lack a bit of common sense. After all, he is dense.

• Him and his brothers have the rowdyruff boys dynamic. Maybe even have disassembly drones group dynamic as well (Legacy being N, G! Lawrie being V, and G! Larry being J.)

• He like to think he's a magical boy. Speaking of which-

• He watches puella magi madoka magica & any other magical girl anime. Especially sailor moon. (He also watches other media with different genres as well. I just like the thought of Alter! being a weeaboo 💀)

• Haven't thought about Alter Error's relationship w his brothers, but his siblings always tries to distract him by offering him to do some random tasks. Once Alter Error understood the assignment and leaves with enthusiasm to complete said tasks for his brothers approvals, they immediately try to ditch him.

• Alter Error is so cartoonishly dumb, but he's very sweet.

• There was a time where Alter Error came out of the screen and introduced himself to Shelly after a while of talking to her inside of the computer. But Shelly was caught so off guard by this thing popping out of her screen that she screamed and proceeded to throw stuff at him. Alter Error tried to apologize for scaring her and calm her down, but ended up retreating back to his realm after getting hit by multiple objects. (They both stopped talking to each other ever since in which bum Alter! Legacy out thinking that they could've been friends.)

• Going with the idea of him being an unintentional criminal, the only crime he commits is shoplifting at Walmart. He thinks he's just "borrowing it" and promises to return it afterwards. (They often left broken and placed a sticky note saying that he's sorry for taking it with a sad face written on the sticky notes. The same thing happened with junk food where he just left an empty bag on a shelf and left a sticky note on it.)

• I kinda wanted him to be like Giffany from gravity falls without the overly possessiveness part.

• Idk why, but I picture him being into the early 2000s/2010s internet era.

• He wouldn't mind being into scene stuff. He would love to dress like ones alongside attending a rave party and make Kandi bracelets.

• Alter! Legacy has a collection of anime figures in his digital realm. He'll always ask if you wanna see them with enthusiasm in his face.

• At first, Alter! wouldn't appear in his physical form when you enter his digital realm. You just be talking to an empty void as his voice speaks to you but can't be seen. That is until he decides to reveal himself to you in his physical form.

• HIS FAVORITE MUSICIAN ARTIST IS S3RL!!! He always listens to raver dimension & pika girl!

• He goes to Hatsune Miku's live concert. Since he can travel through places to place inside the electronics devices, he's able to sneak in to watch her performance! (He really wishes he could be just like her)

• If he knew how to code/hack into things, he would try to make him have the ability to fly around in the real world like he would in his realm. (He just finds it fun to fly around in the air)

• Just a concept idea, but basically I thought about how all the brothers used to look like G! Lawrie with their primary colors (Larry & Legacy being red and yellow). Until Larry managed to get his physical form and made a plan with his siblings to escape from Virus Charlie. Unfortunately, Alter! Legacy ended up being left behind (Accidental or not) as both G! Larry & Lawrie escaped out into the real world. Alter! Legacy believed that they'll come back for him and was even optimistic about it. (They didn't. It's been awhile since they left.) Alter! legacy soon managed to get his own physical form (though got corrupted due to him being bad at coding) and got out on his own. I remember saying that he wouldn't wanna go back to them, but at the same time, also thought about him wanting to look for them and reunite w his brothers, but they always try to ditch him whenever he shows up.

• he's a hello kitty boy lol.

• He drinks Max's energy drink. Even kept some stored somewhere in his void.

• Despite literally living in an empty white space, it can act like a simulation where Legacy can change it into anything he wants.

⭐End Of Thread! (Here's a little bonus fanart!)⭐

[kebriones]

γειαααα I was telling my friend about the Symposium and she showed me this snl song (idk if the link will work in asks) that really reminded me of the ending😭😭😭we literally only read the characters list and she immediately went "this is Apollodorus' friend:" https://youtu.be/NUrz5s-7Tdc?si=4FKjKxTvaiUVusCV 🩵

ashgfjs yessss this made me want an extended ending of the symposium where agathon and aristophanes are trying subtly to let socrates know it's too late now and hey maybe they should stop talking, maybe they should go to bed, everyone else has fallen asleep or left and socrates is having none of it :''')

[timecatcherstarchaser]

(thats the onyx+tallis version of that cutscene ftr. wish you could indicate ur doing the poly route on ur profile somehow but you cant even set tallis as a fave character smh)

ok and now for my top matches lol theres some #controversial ones on there lol

keeping in mind i hid anyone im not actively romancing or have no immediate plans to romance

i have a sandra playthru but its the only thing still left on my old iphone profile (back when the only way to move save data from iphone to android was facebook) (i dont have facebook)

they organize them by % first (im so sorry shen idk what happened) and then if theres a tie they are ordered by the release date of the story each character is from. and lastly if you have two characters tied from the same story, the one you played more recently will be listed first

and without further ado here we go

i was working on a psi replay when save slots dropped so my initial danielle file got saved over 🥲

and my original mary save was on the old profile as well so im currently replaying her route

i didnt actually romance tai first im not even caught up on his slot i just took all his options in my sha'arnez file hoping id b able to become friends w him since there hasnt been anything very romantical yet. might come back to haunt me lol

also im going to replay theodora, that save file got erased before slots came out too but i have romanced yoke, antonio, and jamie. and on my other profile i played johns route

if you have comments questions concerns or you just want to be a hater or argue my inbox is always open 🩵