#niji fluff

[zaimta]

彡NIJI RELATIONSHIP HCS

a/n- wci dub is finished and i got back into one piece remembering how fine they are truly

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mimics his s/o’s voice just to annoy them, whether it’s in the middle of an argument or just because

“i do not sound like that.”

“oh but you do sweetheart”

using pet names just to tease his s/o, teasing his s/o in general is a thing he does just for shits n giggles

affectionate behind closed doors, out in public most he will do are discrete kisses and an arm around your body

loves to kiss your neck he’s not sure why but he knows he adores it which turns into a problem for you because he’ll leave a bunch of hickeys

if someone flirts with you he sits back and lets it happen, he’s very secure and believes your head won’t turn that easily

he doesn’t normall

it’ll take a lot of communication to make a relationship work with him, since he literally doesn’t have any emotions you’ll have to explain certain things to him

he’ll listen to you of course but if y’all are in the middle of an argument he won’t hear you out because he’ll want the last word

surprisingly enough his father approves of the relationship he believes with his child’s super genes he could make modified grandchildren as well

judge’s opinion on y’all wouldn’t sway him one but he would still date you regardless of what he thought

if you work in the germa kingdom like a researcher or something he’s constantly pulling you away from his work because he’s “bored”

you would have to put your foot down to make him stop but he would chill in your research lab instead and talk your ear off about his day or something that annoyed him

he would slack off on his responsibilities to hang out with you and when he gets caught he shrugs it off and kisses you promising he’ll be back in a few

reiju is happy for him she’s glad that he’s slowly starting to understand emotions and acting a little lesss barbaric

the hickies he left on you in various places could prove otherwise though

[luxthestrange]

OP Incorrect quotes#59 Sanji's Harem Meets Family-

You know, out of all his brothers, Sanji is the one with the UNPARALLELED RIZZ. So when Reiju heard Sanji's got a partner, she wanted to meet them. The brothers heard and joined too much to her annoyance...Karma's a bitch-

Sanji*Come in a hurry to their meeting point, apologetic to her* -Sorry I'm late, I-I I Mean were doing stuff and got distracted Ace*Pops his head behind him* I'm stuff! Y/n*Pops head even lower than Ace's* I'm got distracted!~ Zoro*...Pops his head on the opposite side of the two*We were having sex-

Sanji*Kicks him with raging blush*YA DAMN MARINO DON'T BE CRUDE!?-

The Vinsmoke siblings:...

I stand behind my male simp wife-

[anemptypuddingcup]

babiii marrriiii 🥺 can I request some dubcon with the rainbow boys (Niji, Yonji, and Ichiji) as vampires? Poor me just wanted to hunt down their dicks heads for some money but I got caught 😓 that’s the idea! thank you lovee ❤️🙏🏼

One heart for all of us.

Vinsmoke brothers (Ichiji, Niji, Yonji & Sanji) x Female Reader.

@stephisokay Mamas I had to do a WHOLE BUNCH of research on the power rangers for you so I could write this. Enjoy though, I love you! I made it a bit dark but I’m sure you don’t mind that-

Contains: !!DARK CONTENT AHEAD!! Minor blood warning. Dub-con. Somewhat medieval speech? Vampire Vinsmoke brothers (yes Sanji’s in here too Sanji’s just an extra gift to you from me-) Vampire hunter Reader. Sanji against his other brothers ideas but joins in anyways with Reader’s consent. Degradation. Bondage. Fingering. Oral (Reader, Ichiji & Yonji receiving). Biting. Vaginal & Anal. Double penetration. Dumbification. Gang bang. (This is my first time writing a gang bang post, bear w me.) Surprisingly, this shit has plot in it!

“MMHH! MMGH!” You struggled to move as you wriggled like a worm on Yonji’s shoulder. Niji giggles as he walked behind his brother, picking at you while you gave him a dark glare. “I’ll admit she had put up a good fight, too bad she’s just a human. She would’ve been stronger if she was something other than that.” Yonji expressed his admiration for your persistence.

Goddammit. How in the hell did you get caught? You could’ve sworn you had the upper hand, but then again you did underestimate them…and that’s your fault.

You peer around and realized that the brothers were taking you into their home, a large castle where the Vinsmoke brothers had lived. Walking down through the stone walls and past red carpet, Yonji carried you though the long corridor until he had finally entered a room.

Niji pushes the door open and you quickly turn around. Your eyes met with Ichiji’s glasses and Sanji’s shocked eyes.

“Brother! Look what we’ve found! Isn’t she adorable?” Yonji smiles widely as he held you on his shoulder. “Put her down! She’s a human you idiot. Probably another vampire hunter.” Ichiji demands. Sanji rushes in and his heart drops into his stomach as his eyes met with your pretty curves. A woman. Another woman here to suffer and be used like a toy for his brothers.

Yonji sets you down onto the soft bedding below and you begin to struggle on the mattress, cursing yourself in your binds for getting caught by the evil vampires.

“Whatever shall we do brother? She was snooping around, so we have to do something.” Niji whispers to Ichiji. The three of them surrounded while Sanji stood in the back in silence. It was a stressful situation, watching them stare down at you like you were filth made you feel uncomfortable if not worse.

Ichiji gives you a scornful look through his glasses, adjusting his cloak before he crosses his arms. “It’s quite a shame, she couldn’t even lay a finger on me and neither Niji~ You thought you could just try and shove a stake in our heart cutie?” Yonji giggles, sliding a finger underneath your chin. You pull away and glare at him, watching him laugh before pulling away from you.

You peek around to Sanji who gives you a saddened gaze, he genuinely felt bad for you. Not just because you were a woman but because you didn’t know what these three men were capable of doing, Sanji’s seen everything when it came to his brothers. “What do you intent to do with her. She can’t do anything about hunting us. We are vampires and she’s a vampire hunter, have you thought about that you idiots?” Sanji asks, his curly brows furrowing in anger as he stared at his disgraceful siblings.

“It’s what they do, it’s what humans do to make money. We all have a bounty on our head and she’s just doing her job for money.”

“I may think that’s disgraceful to us, but that doesn’t mean we have to treat her like this! She’s a lady for Christ’s sake!”

They all turn to Sanji, a silence falling across the room before Niji and Yonji starts to chuckle in amusement. “Oh silly brother, have you ever thought that she was probably going to kill you too? You’ve gotten soft nowadays.” Niji sighs between his chuckles. “I’m so sorry for you.” Sanji says softly to you, walking over and staring down at your bound body. Your gaze softens to him and you sigh though your gag.

Ichiji pushes Sanji away, scoffing as he crouches down in front of you.

“You’ve gone soft. Way too soft Sanji.”

A grip to your strands startles you as Ichiji pulls your hair, making you lift your head to face him. You groan out and he moves his shades to peek at you, a snicker leaves his lips as he watched you try to pull your head away. “This human filth is what you sympathize for? This is why us vampires are looked down upon because of people like you, Sanji. You’re making us look like weaklings. Even though you are one yourself.”

Sanji scoffs and crosses his arms before turning away, angered by Ichiji’s remarks. The brothers turns back to you and you stare up at them with anger in your eyes. “Looks like she’s fired up now~ What should we do with her now dear brother?” Niji asks, peeking at Ichiji. Ichiji smiles darkly as he stared at you before looking back at Sanji.

“Let’s have a little bit of fun, shall we?”

“Sanji! Come over here!”

“We’re going to show you what it means to be a vampire, a superior being who’re above these useless beings.”

Ichiji walks over to your body and you scoot away from him only for him to grip the waistband of your jeans and pull you closer to him. All three of his brothers surround and watch from behind him as they watched him pull your gag from your lips, a smirk appearing across his face as he stares at you.

You didn’t say a word, you didn’t have a single thing to say to such people who violated anyone they pleased.

“Have nothing to say little lady? You’re more feisty than others we’ve had, I like you. Sanji!” Ichiji quickly turns over to Sanji and he peeks his head up before looking away in disgust.

“Cmon, you’re a sucker for women aren’t you? You already get upset when we capture one, why don’t you do it this time?-“

“I refuse.”

“Ah, I thought you’d might say that. Have you ever considered that she’s a source of blood? You could drink all the liters you’d want to~”

Ichiji’s tried his best to persuade Sanji, and eventually he’d won him over. Sanji hasn’t bothered to take any type of blood from the victims they’ve brought in, regardless of it’s a woman or a man. Though as a vampire, Sanji has to do what had to be done to ensure he wouldn’t grow too hungry and weak.

He sighs and walks over to you defeatedly, hearing Niji and Yonji chuckle beside him while he walked past them. “Finally you’re coming to your senses as a vampire Sanji.” Niji remarks, following behind him. Sanji stood over you and you stared up at him.

At least he had a bit of sense, but he didn’t really have a choice.

“Do it Sanji. Take her clothes off.” Ichiji demanded of Sanji. Sanji looks down at you and sighs heavily, his hands moving to the button of your shirt. He unbuttons your shirt and pulls it open, a bit of blush dusting his cheeks as he pulls it open.

“What a whore she is, she doesn’t even have a bra on!” Yonji snickers, his hand reaching up and groping your pretty breast. You mewl out suddenly as you felt Yonji touch you and he smiles at your little noise. “Such a sweet little noise, do it again~” Yonji demanded, his hands groping both of your breasts. You gasp out as he massaged them, playing with them like putty in his hands. Niji moves in closer, licking his lips as his eyes landed on your smooth and soft skin.

“She does have pretty skin, this one may be worth our precious time.” Niji says before turning over to Ichiji and Sanji. Ichiji smirks to Sanji and Sanji look away from him, he couldn’t stand to see or do anything about the situation anymore. “See? At least Niji and Yonji seem to enjoy her. They didn’t seem enjoy the last one, she screamed too much.”

“Shut the hell up. I don’t want to hear about it.”

Ichiji presses a hand to Sanji’s shoulder. “Fine then. You can sit back and watch as we prep our meal, maybe if you’re lucky enough we’ll save some for you.” He snickers before walking up to you.

“Well brothers. Shall we see what this woman’s got? She might be tasty~” Ichiji announces, licking his lips as his eyes basically fucked your figure. You give him a determined yet worrisome look. It would be a pain to die this way, but you supposed that if you were gonna die you might as well enjoyed yourself.

That was only because you didn’t necessarily have a choice.

The brothers immediately scramble to pull your jeans and panties off, their mischievous faces meeting up with your pretty little cunt while you sat there in your own shame and slight arousal. “She smells so good~” Niji hums, his thick hands pressing against your soft and pretty thighs. They crowded you and inhale your sweet scent, you smelled so fucking good. With Ichiji against your neck and the other two against your pretty thighs, it was easy to say you felt surrounded with them around your body.

Yonji slides two fingers along your slit and you gasp out before pulling back. Gripping your hip, he keeps you still while he teases at your cunt. “Don’t be shy~ You can moan out.” Ichiji whispers to you, pressing his chapstick-covered lips against your pretty neck. You mewl out and he chuckles in amusement. “Adorable aren’t you? I wonder how much of that voice you can release.” Niji asks, his fingers rubbing and massaging at your clit.

You gasp out suddenly as you felt Yonji slide his fingers into your hole, your walls enveloping his two digits and coating them in your slick.

You rest your head against Ichiji’s shoulder as Niji and Yonji went to work on your cunt, with Niji pressing smooches at your clit and Yonji already fingering you. You thrust your hips up slightly, a heavy gasp leaving your lips as you heard Ichiji chuckle beside you. “So cute isn’t she, she might be a keeper if she’s obedient enough. Don’t you think so Sanji?” Ichiji asks, calling out to Sanji.

Sanji kept his head away from the scene, but the lewd sounds and the sound of your moans were pulling him in, causing him to grow hard within his slacks. “Ah~ Mmhh!~” You only mewl out and grip Ichiji’s shirt through your binds, biting your lower lip while your eyebrows begin to furrow. Niji’s tongue was doing wonders on your clit, the tag team between both him and Yonji only made your legs tremble heavily from the pleasure. “P-Please- M-Mhh!~ T-That feels- s-so good~” You whine out, arching your back against Ichiji.

“Damn, she really is a cutie. Her moans are the prettiest we’ve heard so far~” Yonji says, looking up at you. You peek down at both Niji and Yonji, sighing heavily as you took their tongue and fingers. The feeling of Ichiji’s fingers sliding along your neck made you shiver and he groped your breasts, playing with them and pinching at your softened buds. Niji stops suckling at your clit and pulls away, watching your face contort from the pleasure of his two brothers pleasuring you.

“Mmgh~ A-Ahh~” You mewl out and squirm against the brothers while you felt your orgasm growing closer, your toes curling as you being to succumb to the pleasure. “She’s tightening around my fingers~ You’re starting to like it aren’t you?~” Yonji asks, his head laying against your left thigh while his fingers begin to pump inside of your cunt. You whine out as you felt his fingers kiss your g-spot, repeatedly shoving them hard against your sweet and sensitive spot.

“How does that feel sugar? Don’t my thick fingers feel wonderful in your slutty pussy?” Yonji asks you, teasing you while his other hand tends to your clit. Yonji had noticed that Niji had stopped lapping at your clit, allowing him to take over your entire cunt for himself while Niji stayed back.

“Come on sweetie~ Giving me the silent treatment is so rude, especially since I’m pleasing you down here~” Yonji pouts playfully to you, pressing a smooch to your clit before sliding his tongue along the sensitive pearl.

You moan out from his touch and you feel his lips curl up against your cunt.

You feel a sudden piercing pain deep within your inner thigh like needles, and you yelp out in sudden pain once your body reacts. You peer down and see that Niji had taken a bite into your thigh, sucking up your blood without warning. Ichiji, Sanji and Yonji raise their heads and stare at Niji.

“Dammit Niji, you didn’t think to tell anyone you were biting yet!?” Yonji yells, peering at him. “You were rather impatient weren’t you Niji? At least let us know.” Ichiji sighs at Niji’s impatience.

Niji hums and removes his fangs, humming at the flavor of your blood drenching his tongue. “Oh god she’s so sweet! It’s so rich and so good!~” Niji mewls happily. Ichiji and Yonji’s ears twitch at his words and they suddenly want to have a taste and see for theirselves.

Sanji looks up from his chair and he watches as his other brothers sink their fangs into your pretty skin, making you whine out suddenly and squirm around in pain. You struggled against them but they keep you still while they suck up your blood hungrily. You quickly grow lightheaded, and you feel your body growing weak there more they drink.

“Niji’s right…You’re blood tastes so sugary~”

“Better than the others we’ve had!~ I want another sip already~“

The brothers stared at your weak body, now noticing that you weren’t moving much. Your eyes were fluttering and you were having a hard time staying conscious. Ichiji smacked your face a bit, waking your back and and pulling you back into consciousness. “Come on come on, don’t die on us cutie pie.” He whispers to you, making you tremble from his words.

“Cmon Ichiji, the taste of her blood’s got my dick hard. Can’t I go on and fuck her already?” Niji asks, quirking a brow to him. Ichiji chuckles and shrugs. “I’m taking her throat. You and Yonji can choose whichever hole you want to fuck.” Ichiji says, pointing to your lower body. Niji and Yonji stare at each other and smirk before flipping your body over on the soft bedding. You moan out as you felt sluggish and tired, a bit too weak to do anything while blood spilled from your wounds.

“Come on Sanji. You always skip out on the fun stuff~ You keeping yourself pent up like that ain’t good now is it?” Yonji asks, laughing at him.

Sanji finally walks over and he sighs before pulling his cloak off. “Oh? So you’re finally joining us?” Ichiji asks, quirking a brow to him.

“Only if the woman allows me some relief. If not then I’m leaving.” He says to Ichiji firmly. You peer up at Sanji as he walks over and crouches down to you, his face giving you a sympathetic look before he sighs. “Miss…If you don’t mind.” He says to you, his brows furrowing as he looks at your weakened face. You let out a lengthy sigh and and nod your head, giving Sanji permission to touch your body unlike his brothers.

“Please…Sanji.” You beg him, knowing that he’ll at least go gentle on you. You jolt suddenly as you felt Sanji crawl onto the bed with you, pulling your body close before he lies onto his back against the bed. “Hey! I wanted to fuck her pussy you piece of shit!” Yonji yells, being the stingy and spoiled brat that he was.

“Hush Yonji. She said I could. Since I’m bothering to do this anyway, I get to choose where I want to fuck her..” Sanji groans, glaring at him darkly. Yonji rolls his eyes before walking over to Ichiji’s side, settling in taking your mouth instead with Yonji.

Sanji slides your hips against his aching cock, hissing out suddenly as he felt your cunt soak his slacks. He unbuckles his belt and pulls his slacks and briefs down, revealing his long and slender cock to you. He pulls your hips up, pressing them against his hard and hot cock.

Niji presses your body down and up against Sanji’s body while he pulls his slacks and briefs down, rubbing the tip of his hardened cock against your ass. You shudder suddenly as you felt his tip against your rear entrance and part of you felt a bit uneasy about dry anal. Thankfully, Niji needed a smooth way of entering inside of you and a wave of relief washes over you as you felt him drool out onto your rear entrance.

You moan at the warmth of his spit running down your ass and you shudder against Sanji while his breathing grew shaky.

Ichiji and Yonji unbuckle their belts and pull their slacks and briefs down and your eyes widens a bit as their cocks pop and hits their lower tummies. Ichiji cups your face and smiles widely at your expression. “Shocked to see that our dicks are long hm? I hope you take them good deep down your throat like the filthy whore you are.” Ichiji teases, his hand gripping your strands.

Yonji gets a handful of your hair and yanks on it, making you whine out a bit from the slight pain. “You better suck it good, otherwise we’ll suck you dry of your blood princess.” Yonji threatens you.

You moan out as you take both Yonji and Ichiji’s tips, going back and forth between their cocks while they hiss out at the pleasure of your tongue along their cock. “Fuck, she’s pretty fuckin’ good~ Mmh! Oh fuck~” Yonji groans out, biting his lower lip tightly. “Fuck yeah~ Keep sucking it like that~” Ichiji mewls out shakily, his hips already trembling.

A gasp leaves you as you felt Niji and Sanji thrust up into both of your holes, making your eyes roll up as they both went deep inside of you. You moan out as they moved their hips against your ass and cunt, thrusting up into your hole and hitting the deepest yet sweetest parts of you. Ichiji cuts your moans off by shoving his cock far down your throat, making you whine out and make some more noise.

“Oh my goodness~ H-Her pussy feels so wonderful~” You hear Sanji moan beneath you, burying his face deep into your neck. Niji huffs out shakily, his hands gripping your hips before smacking one of his hands onto your ass, making you yelp out. “Her ass feels even better, fuck she’s so fucking tight~” He groans out, his eyes rolling as he feels your ass tighten from his abuse.

“Come on, tighten that throat up girlie!” Yonji demands, pulling on your hair even more. Ichiji allowed him to have a turn while he palmed at his cock, knowing that he would get another turn later.

You moan out mindlessly as you were be fuck in all of your orifices, their cocks making you grow dumber the more they fucked into you like a little toy. If only you could move your hands, you would’ve been begging them to fuck you harder and faster. You were surprised at how easy it was for you to fall into the pleasure, you thought it would’ve at least taken more to pull you in.

Maybe it was the lightheadedness that made it feel so fucking good, or maybe it was the fact that it’s been so long since you’ve been fucked like a little whore out on the street. Even so, when taking all of their cocks so good and deep inside of you, how could you not go dumb from them fucking you.

Your sweet little eyes looked up at both Ichiji and Yonji happily while they abused and fucked your throat like a tight little toy for them. “Aww look at her, she’s starting to love it! Ain’t that right princess?~” Yonji asks, smiling to you. You moan out in response and he smiles before biting his lip. You breathe heavily as you felt Niji and Sanji increase the speed of their thrusts and you began to move slightly from their thrusts.

Both of your holes tighten around their cocks and they groan out in response. Sanji wraps his arms around your back tightly while Niji gripped your hips. Yonji’s hips begins to tremble while he fucks your face, his orgasm growing close as his cock twitches against your tongue. “Ah~ F-Fuck! Fuck I’m cumming, you better swallow of my fucking cum you slut!~” Yonji growls, pulling harder on your hair.

You moan out as he fucked your throat hard, his eyes rolling back as he felt himself ready to cum. He gasps out before he pulls your head against his hips, his cock twitching before his cock finally spurts cum deep down your throat. You swallow it all up for him, drinking it down before he finally pulls back, allowing you to take a deep breathe. Yonji sits down on the bed, panting heavily as as he gave his cock a few lazy strokes to ride out his high.

Ichiji cups your face was again and smiles at you before sliding his cock head along your soft and glossy lips. “Here now, suck it like a good girl okay?~” Ichiji demands of you. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out and he hums before slowly sliding his cock into your mouth. You moan and gasp out as you felt Niji shove his cock farther inside of you while Sanji begins to grow closer to his orgasm. His sweet moans was like music to your ears, and his cock continuously kisses g-spot.

“Ah!~ M-Mmh! I-I’m so close sweetie~” Sanji moans, his hands holding on tightly to your shirt while he thrusted up harder into your cunt. You felt your breath being knocked from you due to Sanji’s thrusts and your cunt tightens even more around his cock, making him throw his head back.

“Mmgh!~ O-Oh fuck! F-Fuck yes I’m coming!~” Sanji gasps loudly before he finally cumming deep in your cunt, his cum filling you up and making your eyes roll back. He presses smooches against your neck, making you mewl and jolt suddenly from the softness of his lips. You could feel his fangs run along your skin with every kiss along with his tongue tasting your salty skin.

“It’s about fucking time you came in a woman Sanji. Took you fucking long enough.” Niji says, his tone growing shaky as cock began to twitch inside of your ass. Sanji gasped heavily beneath you, slowly recovering from his orgasm while you moan out from Ichiji and Niji’s cock. Both Ichiji and Niji huffed heavily as they grew close, their eyes rolling as they felt themselves wanting to finally cum inside of you.

“Take my fucking seed! Fuck you better fucking take it all!” Ichiji spat, his hands holding your head up so he could fuck your throat a bit deeper. You mewl out as you felt him cum deep down your throat just like Yonji did. He quickly pulled and you coughed afterwards, a whimper leaving your lips as you finally relax against Sanji.

Niji was the one lasting longer out of his three brothers and he was so close to cumming into your ass. A slap to your ass causes you to whine out and you turn back and look at Niji and tears pricking at your eyes. Niji peers down at you and smiles darkly before groping the fat of your ass, making you moan out. “Be a good girl and tighten up for me. You don’t want to see me upset.” He demanded, his brows furrowing as he yearned for one last push.

You obey and tighten around his cock, his hand pressing down onto your back and pushing you down farther against Sanji. He fucks you a bit harder, his groans growing louder as he felt himself ready to cum inside of your ass. “Shit~ I-I’m about to cum.” He groans, his hand gripping your hips tightly as he gasps out. You mewl out and he curses to himself as he finally cums inside of your ass, making your body tremble from the feeling of him filling you up.

You sigh satisfied and you finally fully relaxed against Sanji, who wraps his arms lovingly around you to comfort you. The rest of the brothers stare down at you before smiling to each other, snickering at you.

You didn’t think they were done with you…right?

“Well Ichiji? Is she a keeper? I personally think she is!” Yonji smiles. Ichiji chuckles before peeking down at you. “Hell yeah. She was a good girl. I think we should keep her. For a human she’s good for a cum dumpster.” Omfg god help me- Ichiji admits, laughing to himself. Sanji and Niji stays silent but agreed with them both internally.

“Get up girlie! We ain’t done with you yet! We’ll keep goin with you until you’re full to the brim!” Yonji says, gripping your arm and pulling you up easily.

“Oi! I’m still holding her!”

“Oh shut the hell up! I was supposed to be fucking her pussy first until you hogged her slutty hole Sanji!”

You sigh out knowing that you probably weren’t going to escape them any times soon. Until you come up with a plan, all you could do was sit there and take their cocks like a good girl.

But that didn’t seem so bad…right?

I made sure to bring out Yonji’s stinginess and the fact that he’s the youngest out of the four. Even though Ichiji is the oldest and the calmest, I switched him and Niji up a bit. Since Niji has the short temper.

[alexa-fika]

I’m at whole cake rn and can’t stop thinking about reader who happens to be Sanji’s little sibling he adopted while on the sea going with Sanji to see Germa. Bonus points if it’s winged child reader!

Love you sm!!! 💖💖

Danger Skittles ( Sanji x male!winged!child!reader)

A/N: So proud of that tittle, I havent read this arc so I had the manga next to me as l wrote so I hope it is good, maybe not a COOK but it is a cook, ya know? Sorry this oke took so long as I said Im going trough a hard moment rn. Also I will be taking those bonus point in the form of kisses Pay up 🫴🏼

Btw PISSED CAUSE TUMBLR FROZE WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO HIT POST, HAD EVERYTHING READY AND IT GOT DELETED THIS IS THE SECOND TIME I HAD TO DO THIS, thank God I write my things in grammarly and them I copy paste them here cause other wise I would have rage quit yall. IT DID IT AGAIN

Dividers by @/saradika

“Sanji-nii, I don’t like this; your family sounds scary, and they want to hurt Big Brother.”

“I know…I know…I‘ll get us out of this,” he promises his brother, walking down the familiar hallways he had grown up in, the walls that his brothers tortured him in, walking into the dining hall and taking his seat, placing the young child on his lap, ignoring the talk of his brothers

Reader munches on the food Sanji passes to him as he huddles close to him, trying to shield himself with his wings to avoid the crude commentary of his family

“Just ignore them,” he whispers to the boy, rubbing his wings, gently stroking his hair, shielding him from the insults,

“These idiots aren’t worth it.”

“Okay”

Niji soon notices that his insults are not reaching his brother, so he switches his anger to the head cook, berating her for making them ‘vile food.’

Commanding her to stay still, with a sadistic grin on his face, he aims his plate and lunches it towards her face until Sanji quickly moves Reader from his lap, placing him on their chair, as he steps in front of Cosette to stop the incoming plate.

“Just what do you think you are doing, you bastard?” he hisses at his older brother, protecting the cook and shielding her from harm.

Reader Awe at his brother's actions grin growing when he sees Sanji bend down, turning towards Cosette and complimenting her on the food

Cosette chuckles nervously. She’d seen them react violently to her cooking before, but Sanji’s reaction was one she’d never seen before, his compliment catching her off guard, causing her to turn a faint pink color, her cheeks rosy.

Reader’s cheer soon changed into warning screams, seeing as Niji stomped towards him, aiming a kick his way

“Sanji-nii!!”

Sanji quickly turned around at the sound of the screams, having no time to make a move as his brother’s leg was brought rapidly down only to stop right in front of Sanji as his father ordered him to stop

“Let me go!” The boy screams, flapping his wings furiously, struggling against Judge’s grasp as he takes hold of him

“ Your mistakes keep growing. May I attribute that to this amalgamation here and this man?” he said, shoving a picture of Zeff and Reader for Sanji to look at, the sound of the child’s wings still echoing around the rooms as they struggle against the man’s grip

“I suggest you cooperate with the marriage to Pudding lest you want both of their heads rolling at your door,” he said, dropping Reader, watching him flutter back to Sanji

He walks out of the room, the rest of his children following him, glancing back at Sanji, who by now has kneeled down to comfort The child

“Make sure tomorrow’s ceremony goes without a hitch, you know what we are capable of,” he said, leaving the room

Sanji was left staring at the floor in shock and anger and then at his brother’s teary and fear-filled eyes

After a minute, he had collected himself; he looked back at Reader, his hand petting his wings gently

“ It’s going to be fine, it‘s going to be fine… ” he tells him, placing his arm around him, trying to protect him as much as he possibly could.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Sanji-nii!”

“No, there’s nothing to apologize for; I promise you’re not doing anything wrong, okay?” Sanji says softly, brushing his wings and playing with his hair gently to soothe them

“But now, because I’m here, they are making you do things you don’t want to do!”

“ Hey, hey, listen to me, you hear me? “ he says softly,

“This is not your fault, do you understand? This is not your fault,” repeating himself,

“This is not. Your. FAULT! You got that?”

“Bu-

“No buts! Understand?” Sanji says firmly, grabbing hold of his wrists, stopping them from saying another word,

“ I said it’s not your fault. Am I clear?”

“O-okay,” he nods, rubbing at his eyes, trying to rid himself of the tears not cascading from them

“Will Papa Zeff be okay?”

Sanji sighs softly,

“ I promise I will make sure the old fart is okay,” he whispers to his little brother, his eyes shining with determination.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yeah.. but I don’t know what’s going on, im scared. Why did Big Brother fight Uncle Luffy? Why did we have to leave the straw hats? Why did they want you to marry that woman? And why are you wearing cuffs?”

Sanji's heart sinks when he hears his brother start asking questions. He knew it was only a matter of time before he started asking questions, and he deserved to know the truth, but he was not so sure the harsh honesty of reality is something he could take, so he decided to hold most of the facts back.

“It’s… it’s complicated, ” he begins, his tone is serious as he continues,

“ Just know that all of this will be resolved soon...”

“ I promise I’ll answer all your questions later, but right now, we have to stay focused, okay?” he whispers softly to his brother, caressing his chin with his finger gently.

“I need you to be brave, just for a little bit longer, okay? “ he says, his voice a gentle, soothing tone as he takes his little brother’s hand and stands up, placing him on his feet,

“ I know I can count on you, don’t I?

“Yeah”

Sanji smiles, hugging the small boy

“Thank you. This is why you’re my favorite.”

“That’s because your brothers are assholes, Sanji-nii.”

Sanji’s head snaps to the toddler, shocked at his words, eventually letting out a baffled chuckle

“Normally, I would have you in timeout for using those words, but I ‘ll let it slide in this situation.”

He smiles mischievously, his eyes still tear-filled, and his body stiffed with the exchange they had had with Judge

“Im glad Big Brother is not an ass like the skittle men.”

“Okay, don’t push it.”

Maybe part two when Nil takes revenge on Cosette? I know that last part was kind of out of nowhere and a lil bit occ but I had to get that comedy in, I had to its in my DNA

Taglist:

@imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

@h0n3y-l3m0n05

[jiette]

ORDER 001 !

you (an indie streamer), the xsoleil boys and nina met up for an off-collab cooking stream and the boys are pretending to not know how to cook so you can help them out !

ft. doppio dropscythe, hex haywire, ver vermillion x afab!reader (nina is there too)

99% sugar - added crack too ! this will generally be a fluffy and funny post. that 1% is for ver’s part btw.

warning - just ,, funny

a/n - thank you @lonelysimpfor2dmen for the dm request ! i had fun writing this , especially on ver’s part. i hope you enjoy it <3

i am writing for the vtuber’s persona and model, not for the real person behind the screen.

it was all quite random timing for the guys in xsoleil and nina to have an off-collab with you , but you did agree that it was one of the funniest experiences to ever occur in your life.

the stream was taken place in your apartment, and you started streaming as if it was a regular cooking stream — all on your own.

plenty of people started tuning in to your stream as you were explaining what you’d be cooking and that you were waiting for a delivery to arrive.

your chat was flooded with suspicion that you weren’t actually going to cook, and instead having food be delivered to your door, but little did they know they were absolutely incorrect.

the doorbell started ringing and it was audible for chat as well.

“oh, that must be the delivery. i’ll be right back, chat !” and you ran off to the door. the chat kept filling the chat box with joking remarks, and some were speculating a special guest.

It must be a burger..

SPECIAL GUEST IKZZZZ

👀👀👀👀👀👀

chat heard footsteps walking back to the stream setup however they didn’t hear the usual sweet voice from you. it was many voices, from something that would come out of a chaotic streamer. a voice then came up rather close, dangerously close to the mic and started babbling random words.

“hey guys, i hope you like.. don’t mind us joining the stream,” the voice mumbled in a calm, smooth tone. the chat started connecting the dots and realised that the voice was actually ver. so if ver was there, that must’ve meant that doppio and hex would’ve been there too.

XSOLEIL ??

TSKRR VER

VER OMGGG ‼️

a mature, feminine voice joined in the conversation. it was indeed fox mum, nina. chat became nothing but chaos as you and the others proceeded to explain what was going to happen during the stream.

DOPPIO DROPSCYTHE ;

doppio .. doesn’t actually know how to cook

so obviously he’s going to need help from you

and god , he was a mess

babbling heaps …

if you got mad at him he’d pout at you and give you puppy eyes

nina thinks it’s adorable of piopio to act like this

she senses things too

but of course , she won’t say that on stream

“…[name], how do you do this part of the recipe ..?”

you turn from the stovetop to face doppio who is pointing at the directions on the sheet of paper. your eyebrows furrow.

“don’t you think it’s quite self-explanatory, doppi ?” you asked, concerned for his lack of cooking skills.

hex walked up to doppio and snatched the piece of paper, reading the instruction carefully. “you don’t know how to seperate the egg yolk from the white ..?”

doppio’s face turned into a shade of tomato red as he slowly averts his gaze from hex. you start to pity him, so you ask nina to look after the stovetop as you go to assist him.

“alright, doppio, watch this. you see the egg ? crack it into the bowl.” you said, switching gazes from the egg to doppio. he looked quite hesitant at first, but after lightly smashing the egg a few times on the counter, he was able to successfully crack it into the bowl. an accomplished smile plastered on doppio’s face.

“yay, you did it, doppi !” you pat his shoulder a few times. chat had also been sending in praises and clapping emojis.

doppio looks at the next set of instructions and gulps. seperate the egg yolk.

you stare at him concerned, but you knew deep inside that he had some sort of potential.

“how do you seperate the egg yolk ?” doppio mumbled.

never mind then.

“alright, you see that egg yolk ? scoop it up, and you use your other hand and do it like this.” you follow the directions you just explained to doppio and the egg white slowly slipped in between your fingers. you placed the yolk in to the appropriate bowl and turn to doppio.

“ta daa ~” you said sarcastically.

“w— hey, not everyone is good at cooking !”

HEX HAYWIRE ;

okay.

we all know this man has super malewife skills

like bro , he can cook , clean

give this guy a maid dress too and he can do all those things in style !

tell him to like bake you a 3-tier cake and he probably would in a time span of like 2 hours (that is short for making a good quality cake)

but … his malewife skills disappeared.

they’re gone

for now at least but they’re gone !!!

everything was going so smoothly for the past 5 minutes of preparing and cooking, where did everything go downwards ? you knew yourself that he is a good cook, the perfect malewife even ! why was he asking how to do things now ?!

“hey, [name], what does this part of the instructions mean ?” hex asked, looking a bit too worried. you glared at him, eyes full of irritation. they dart to the instructions and you were in disbelief.

“you’re joking, aren’t you.”

“no, seriously ! i actually don’t know how to sauté onions !”

ver and nina slowly turned to hex in shock, and so did chat … virtually. you let out a big sigh and reluctantly head over to the stove.

“grab the butter, please.”

“what is butter ?”

everyone pauses. you felt like your eyes were going to pop out of their sockets.

nina chimes in, “hexy honey, where are your super malewife powers ?”

it wasn’t that audible, but ver was trying to keep in his laugh — he probably knew what was up.

“just get the damn butter, hex.” you said. hex awkwardly walked over to the fridge where the butter was and came back with a block of salted butter.

the rest of the stream was chaos.

VER VERMILLION ;

ver id say is also quite a decent cook

but then again , he wants to see if you can cook too !

he is so sneaky and cheeky about it too

do the right things for him , and he will give you headpats

if agency vtubers were allowed to show their faces , the chat would be spamming ‘tskr’ HEAPS

“[name], you shall receive headpats for helping me so nicely.”

you don’t care about the headpats , you just want ver to do things for himself ,,

“[naa~me] ! can you dice the onions for me ? i need to microwave this.” ver said in a rather polite voice. a hint of mischief could be heard from his tone, which caught on your suspicion.

“alright …” you reply. ver’s eyes glistened like those of a child as he sprinted towards you. catching you off guard, he started to ruffle your hair.

your cheeks turn into a pink-ish red hue as ver proceeded to pat your head. why is he doing this, you thought to yourself.

ver walked over to the microwave and added what ever ingredient he had to microwave.

still startled from the sudden contact, you start to cut the onions — and you started to understand why he gave the job to you.

“GOD, MY EYES STING !” hex started yelling from across the kitchen, and soon enough, everyone could feel the chemicals slowly waft in to their poor eyes. wretched screams filled the room as the nijisanji en members started tasting the bitter rawness of the onions.

but you ? you were in the most pain cutting those onions. man, you wished you declined the request but here you were, tearing up hysterically chop after chop, sending the chemicals straight into your eyeballs.

despite the tears rolling down his eyes, ver let out a soft giggle. he could see the frustration on your face and it satisfied him quite a lot.

“VER ! PLEASE CUT THESE ONIONS I’VE HAD ENOUGH !” you cried (literally), blubbering and begging for mercy — everyone was begging for mercy. but of course, ver wanted to relish the moment as you and the others slowly suffered from onions.

“VEEEER !” you cried even louder, almost a screech.

“no ! chat is enjoying this moment !” and yes, they were. half of them were laughing their asses off, balling their eyes out even ; and the second half, well, they were rather confused in the moment, but they did enjoy it.

© 2022 vvishes ┄ all rights reserved. do not copy, claim, or plagiarise my works. do not repost on other platforms. translations are only allowed with strict permissions.

[beanghostprincess]

I remember seeing someone's headcanons about the Vinsmoke brothers' powers actually hurting them and oh my god. You could fuck Niji up so bad with that. Lightning fucks you up in so many different ways

Aghhhhh crying sobbing shaking on the floor. Don't bring up Niji in front of me I will go insane,,,, (<- Very normal about that one specific blue jerk ihatehimihatehimihatehim I think about him a lot).

I imagine the Vinsmokes trying to learn at a very early age how to use their powers and hiding from Judge whenever they got hurt because they saw what happened to Sanji- So instead of asking for help they just keep training and training and feeling weak whenever they fail.

I like to think that Reiju is the one to take care of them in secret and they somehow support each other (kind of. In their own way) without Judge finding out. But Niji's fear to become like Sanji or be inferior is what makes him lose control and get hurt the most, so he's covered in lightning scars. And nobody really knows about his poor eyesight but he's basically blind without his glasses and it is getting worse. But he won't stop forcing himself to hide it and to train more and more because he's so scared of failure. Reiju has to force him to sit down and take care of his wounds because otherwise, he'll end up dead in no time.

And if you think about this when they were like, I don't know, thirteen? Fourteen? They were just kids. I know this is probably not true but idgaf I want them to take care of each other in secret. Reiju is the one directly approaching these things but Ichiji leaves medicine in his brothers' rooms too, trying to be an older brother but like, in his own quiet way.

[lightarin]

Convenience Store Date

Hex Haywire x GN!Reader; Fluff

“Should we get some candy too?”

You peek your head into the candy aisle, glancing over your options. The basket Hex was holding was already filled with snacks that you guys had picked out for your movie night, yet the sweets in front of you were still tempting. 

“Or maybe ice cream?”

With a tilt of your head, you glance at the freezer in the back, torn between your options, only to realize you still hadn’t heard any response from him.

“Hex?”

“I’m over here, babe.”

Following the sound of his voice, you find him standing near the corner of the store. The sound of your footsteps draws his eyes to you, a sweet smile gracing his features. He reaches out to wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Is everything ok?”

Falling into his embrace was as natural as breathing, your hand on his chest as you tilt your head back slightly to look up at him.

“Of course. There’s just something I wanted to do.”

“...In the convenience store?”

He laughs, hugging you even tighter. For a moment he doesn't respond, instead opting to lean down and nuzzle the top of your head.

“It’s nothing weird. Well maybe- no- it’s not weird. Maybe a little cringe.”

“Well, what is it?”

Your eyes glimmer with curiosity when you look up at him. 

“Trust me?”

“Of course.”

His embrace around your waist stays steady as he sets down your basket of goods, his now free hand pulling out his phone. With a gentle nudge, he guides you to stand on your tippy toes, chuckling when it barely makes a difference.

“Don’t laugh at me.”

You glare at him in mock anger, giving him a nudge. He stifles yet another chuckle, leaning down to press his forehead against yours.

“Laugh at you? Darling, I would never do such a thing.”

“Sure you wouldn’t.”

Your voice drips with sarcasm, but the pout that forms on your lips is quickly chased away by a kiss. 

At first a peck.

Then, it deepens, your head tilting back, letting you savor the warmth of his lips against yours. He kisses you sweetly, lovingly, as he always does, regardless of time and place.

And regardless of time and place, it never fails to sweep you off your feet.

“So… why was this something you wanted to do here..?”

When he pulls away, you take a moment to catch your breath, not noticing the way he was looking at his phone. 

“Because I wanted a picture like this.”

With those simple words, he brings your attention to his screen. Within those few moments, he had made the picture his home screen. 

A picture of the two of you kissing, reflected in the convex mirror that hung in the convenience store. You smile softly at it, warmth and affection swelling within you as you reach for his hand, lacing your fingers with his. 

“...Send it to me later?”

“Absolutely.”

[hirsheyskisses]

Wish.

Ike Eveland x GN!Reader

Genre: angst, comfort

A/N: Lets.. try this again!

Everything was wrong.

Nothing felt right. You didn't trust yourself: you didn't trust anyone around you. Your mental world was crumbling, and you found yourself.. pushing away from those you knew. Friends, family, acquaintances. Endless messages left on read and delivered. Your life was a mess.

Barely leaving your apartment, it was a miracle how you were still functioning. But even that was little - work, uni work, and your own mind sucking you dry.

You had nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide: where can someone hide, from their own mind?

Even your closest friend. You ran from him, too. He called, texted, and even showed up at your apartment: Ike Eveland was one stubborn man.

But you were scared. Scared to let him see you like this.

You didn't look good, you didn't feel good. You'd surely be a downer to his mood. The last time he'd reached out was a week ago.

Thats good, you thought. He's moved on.

Knock, knock.

Who could be here at this hour? It's almost 8..

To the peep hole you went. Exhaustion tore at you. I must look like a disaster. As your gaze adjusted, you realized how wrong you were: you could recognize that blue hair anywhere.

"..."

"(Name). Open the door, please."

He met your eyes through the peep hole with a small smile on his face. For a long time, you stood there. Ike didn't move. You didn't move. Something wet was pricking at your eyes. ...

"..please?"

He added after a few minutes. Your body seemed to act on its own, a slow click resounding. As soon as the door was unlocked, Ike opened it, letting himself in.

A rush of cool air engulfed you as he snapped the door shut: staring at you.

But this time, Ike wasn't going to let silence be his demise: he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. It took a moment to process, and that moment Ike was eyeing your apartment. Or what he could see, standing in the doorway.

It was a mess. The air was a sickly stale scent, dishes weren't done, trash barely touched, nothing seemed to be in its place. Even the books you prized yourself on care for were out of place.

...(name), you went through all of this alone..

He could feel it. The tears spilling from your eyes, and then the hiccuping sobs, and then the jumble of words that he could only make out apologies from. You clung to his shirt, head shoved in his shoulder, his heart aching:

I.. should've been here sooner. I can't see you like this, (name.)

Slowly, Ike began to shuffle you both to the living area. He was letting you get it out of your system, letting you cry your heart out, and he'd hold you.

For however long it takes.

Sitting you down, he realized how effortlessly you followed his movements. You cried your heart out, and Ike rubbed slow circles on your back.

Oh, how he hated this.

"Breathe, (name). Breathe. I'm here. You're not alone."

He didn't know how long the two of you were sat there: he didn't know how long it took you to calm down. Ike did know that every sob, every word, every broken breath of yours, was cracking his heart in half. You sounded so tired, so broken, and he hadn't gotten to you in time. He'd given you space in order for you to relax, and hoped you'd reach out to him: but you'd done the opposite.

You'd shut down.

"..I was.. never.. *hiccup*. good enough. I don't know.. what to do."

You finally managed, pulling away from Ike. "...I don't know what to do." You whimpered, desperately wiping your tears.

All while Ike watched. He slowly ran his hands up your arms, gripped your shoulders. And stared deep into your eyes.

"I wish you could see you the way I do, darling."

"Strong, beautiful, handsome, the friendliest, most enjoyable person around. Reliable.

"You've every right to feel as you do," Ike continued, watching your face carefully. Currently. You sat there with slightly widened eyes, puffy and tear stained face. One hand of his absent mindedly started to wipe away the tears on your face,

"The world may seem like it's against you, but I will stand with you, against the world.

"You understand, (name)? You will never, ever be alone. We all care about you. I care about you."

The tears had started again. But this time, the faintest of smiles rested on your face, and a weight had been removed: Ike felt his own smile forming. "Thanks.. thank you, Ike."

You whispered, Leaning back into his arms, Ike welcomed you without an ounce of hesitation.

"So.. I'll help you clean the apartment tomorrow. But.. in the mean time.."

You'd only just now noticed it: a bag at the foot of the couch.

"Brought your favorite movies, snacks, and drinks. You in?"

"....I'll go grab the blankets."

It'd take a long time. A long time for you to feel truly better about the world. But Ike sure did make your future feel bright.

[luvxiem]

under the night sky

##INFO

luca kaneshiro x gn!reader, suggestive, established relationship, lowk borderline smut :skull: literally all u do is make out

word count: 630

##SUMMARY

you're the oasis he's been searching for amidst an endless desert

“your hair looks good like this,” you sigh, twirling blonde locks around your finger as luca adjusts his hold on your hips. the usual side pony was let down for the evening after a long day of work and stress and your lover looks up at you through thick lashes, a boyish grin adorning his face.

“mmmm, yeah?” he murmurs, leaning forward to steal another kiss. large palms run up your thighs that were straddling his own to the sides of your waist, your loose fitting t-shirt riding up exposing bare skin to the warm summer air. slick lips brushed against yours and you let out a small gasp as luca’s tongue slipped into your mouth with ease.

he’s warm, incredibly so and if you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought the man under you was sick with a fever. despite the many kisses you’ve shared since coming outside to the pool deck, luca presses against you with just as much passion as the first, eager hands gripping your hips tightly before sliding lower to cup your ass. small bruises littered your skin where the blonde got a bit overzealous in his affections, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to care when his touch feels like bliss.

“mmmmm.”

separating with a loud smack, you lean back and let out a soft chuckle when luca chases after you with a whine. a string of spit connected you two until you licked your lips, hooded eyes observing your boyfriend who was now currently nuzzling the area where your shoulder met your neck and leaving a trail of soft kisses across your collarbone.

a sudden pain forces a sharp moan out of you, blunt nails digging into luca’s biceps as he laps at the newly forming bruise in apology.

“you taste so, you taste so good,” he groans, resting his forehead on your chest for a moment to catch his breath. distantly, you wonder if it was possible for him to get an asthma attack if you keep this up for too long.

you’re running your fingers through his hair once again when the world abruptly spins around you—a yelp escaping your lips as you find yourself laying down on the pool chair, your boyfriend looming over you with hunger in his gaze.

you roll your eyes before letting out a pleased sigh when luca starts trailing wet kisses down the length of your body, his gentle caresses almost reverent in the way he devoted equal attention to every part of you.

“love you,” he mumbles, pressing his cheek against the heated skin of your thigh before peering up at you, seemingly waiting for your permission to go any further.

you gesture at him to come closer, reaching up to grip the back of his neck and pulling him down to seal your mouth over his once more. luca’s heart feels as if it will pound right out of his chest and his lungs are screaming for air but the taste of you on his tongue leaves him unable to think of anything else.

he’s greedy for you—the years you’ve been together doing nothing to satiate the need his body has to feel you against him at all hours of the day. maybe later down the line the burning hunger will die down into a warm flame, the velvet box hiding in the back of his underwear drawer a testament to his devotion for you. perhaps a few kids that were a perfect mix of your hair and his eyes will finally appease the possessive part of him that never seems satisfied despite the many hickeys decorating your body, but for now luca is happy to remind you of his love for you through other means. the night is still young after all.

##WRITTEN ON 230103

[tartigglez]

Yo!!

May I ask for "❤️" fluff promt for ike?

Thanks!

"ten-twenty"

・❥・i doth bestoweth upon thee a gift (sorry)

・❥・ike eveland x gn!reader

・❥・0.6k

・❥・lil domestic chillin, reader is staying over at ike's, he's a little nerd but what's new, mention of reader drinking coffee at the end if that's important, not really any content warnings, just hugs and kisses and l-bombs, enjoy! (ps. i colour matched the banner to his eyes but it still doesn't look like it matches his theme send help)

ike x ❤️

you were absolutely enamoured with him. just the way his features looked in the light, black rimmed glasses sitting on the tip of his nose as he rested his pen on his lower lip. the shades on the window split the light from the sun up into rectangular specks that glowed over his face, shirt and across the floor of his bedroom. 

you were sat in his bed, watching him think, keen eyes watching his hand move to sweep a piece of grey hair out of his eye as he wrote down in his notebook. drafting a poem, you thought. 

“whatcha doin’, ikey?” you tilted your head to the side a little, having just woken up to see him sitting at the desk across the room.

“oh, good morning sweetie. i was just writing a couple of stanzas before breakfast” 

“stanzas before breakfast?” you mocked him jokingly. He was so geeky, it was actually quite cute, seeing how his mind worked.

“oh hush” he giggled as he spoke. light, bubbly, full of admiration. he adored you. 

“fine, my lips are sealed!” you smiled at him, not that he would’ve seen it, since his head was buried in his notebook. 

he just laughed, writing another line. little did you know, this poem would be part of a very elaborate gift for your birthday. it was about how he saw you, how he perceived your being, your very soul. it was just… you.

moments passed, you just watching him work, content under the duvet of his bed. the comforter smelled like his cologne, a light scent, but still noticeable. it was a tad musky, but had berry undertones. it was delightful. he was delightful. 

if you had to describe the way you felt about him, other than being absolutely in love with him, the word you would choose is fond. and not in a mean way, not in a manner of you trying to push him away, simply in a manner that you could never be fonder of anyone than you are of ike. he was as sweet as honey, as calming as the ocean, and as loving as the feeling of- 

“will you stop looking at me like that!” he chuckled. he hadn’t even lifted his head, but he could feel your eyes on him, your mind getting lost thinking about him. you wouldn't know to look at him, but his heart was beating a million miles a minute, he was so in love with you.

“huh- like what~” you snapped out of your trance, realising he was talking to you. 

“like… like… i don’t know” he blushed, catching your eyes in his emerald ones, moving his hand to cover his face out of shyness. 

“like what ike,” you got out of the bed, moving to the back of his chair, holding his shoulders as you lowered your head into the gap of his neck, placing your chin on one of his shoulders before moving your arms to hug around his front. “like i’m absolutely in love with you?”

“yes! it’s distracting!” he laughed, closing his notebook and grabbing one of your hands in his and moving it to his lips, placing a few kisses over your knuckles. “I do love you though”

“love you too ike, but right now i think i might love a coffee more”

“hey!”

“kidding~”

© tartigglez, 2023. do not copy, translate or repost

[zaimta]

I saw your post about requests being open and when I saw that you write for Niji I knew I had to slide in here with a request!

Could you write something using the prompt:

"I knew you'd be trouble, I didn't think you'd be this much trouble"

Either just Niji or if the prompt inspires ideas for any other characters of your choice, consider it Niji + dealer's choice

Happy writing 🩵

zai says- i lowkey love all the vinsmokes (not judge ofc.) it’s a bummer how underrated they are outside of sanji (they shitty people ik😭) also forgive me if everyone seems a tad ooc i haven’t watched wci in 2 years

ˏˋ«────── « 𓆩♡𓆪 » ──────»

you were a war tactician hired by judge vinsmoke himself. your intelligence was feared as well as admired, and your tenacious rule with an iron fist made you a formidable foe. as the only army who came close to defeating germa 66 in war he made you chief of germa’s war division so he could devote himself fully to his science research.

he stood in front of his warriors with you at his right hand “from this day forth y/n l/n will be leading you lot into battle. any problems or concerns goes straight to them from now on and i expect you won’t have any problems. am i clear.”

“yes sir!!” echos among the loyal soldiers as they all stand in stance to salute you.

“dismissed.” your roaring voice echoes among the soldiers.

adjusting to the germa kingdom was something that came smoothly for you, however keeping track of all the various technologies and weapons they had at their disposal felt more like a chore rather than an aspect of your job you opted to leave that type of thing to the vinsmokes. you were only here to come up with plans and lead them into battle whatever tools they used to execute said plans seemed like it was beyond you, despite it being your job.

as a tactician you spent most of your time holed up in your office coming up with various plans to take down your foes swiftly and quickly. usually any meetings would be held with the vinsmoke children themselves because judge was busy with other matters you couldn’t be bothered enough to care about. but that’s when you met him. something about his laid back demeanor as a solider threw you off.

any comment you made about it was met with insubordination. you were his boss as well as him being yours, the work place dynamic was quite confusing.

your back was turned as you scribbled defensive positions on the whiteboard explaining them to the siblings as you went through them “i say you blow those bastards to kingdom come then allow them to stay operational for their materials.” you heard your voice say. your rolled your eyes and turned around pointing your marker at him “no powers in the briefing room solider.” niji only snickered at his reprimanding.

ichji chimed in from his spot beside his brother, you liked ichji as a solider he was obedient and more than often pulled his own weight in war “that wouldn’t be a bad idea to consider l/n.”

you nodded in agreement “while yes i do agree. the people of piku are resilient fighters on top of that they have world class weapons smiths. it would be best to let them believe they’ve gained a victory while pulling the strings in the background from the background.”

yonji, the youngest of the four, slammed his fist on the table “no way! the germa kingdom fights head on we’re not some cowards.”

you sent him a sharp side glare for his outburst “it’s also how you have so many casualties. just because your shoulders are genetically modified doesn’t mean you should be careless. your army could have had ten times the man power you lot have now. having no plan gets you nowhere solider.”

he huffed like a child who was just told no the first time, which you swiftly ignored.

you peer up at the clock you’ve all been in this meeting for a couple hours it would be best to wrap it up “that is all for now. i’ll be briefing you all individually next time as i understand you all have separate missions you need to get to. dismissed.”

as usual niji lingered after his siblings, to annoy you, you assumed “lovely plan as always tactician.” you only raised a brow which causes him to raise his hands in mock defense “now now what’s with all the hostility? keep frowning like that and your face will get stuck sweets.”

you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms “i knew you’d be trouble, i didn’t think you’d be this much trouble.” he never failed to get on your nerves. you make a point to remain neutral with all your soldiers but he was the exception.

he rested his cheek on his face with a grin “what do you like it? cause i can keep going.” to say you’ve caught his eye was an understatement. he’s had his eye on you since he cornered you and your soldiers. the pure look of hate and destain in your eyes was hot to him he’d be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on just a bit.

you shot him a glare “ah yes!” he said pointing at you, he then stood up and walked over to you trapping your chin between his index finger and his thumb “that’s exactly the look i wanted to see” god he loved annoying you.

“vinsmoke.” you said flatly clearly irritated with his antics.

“yes?” he responded smirking at you still, oh what you wouldn’t give to wipe that stupid smirk off his face. you pointed towards the door which caused him to sigh “fine fine. but for the record you’re no fun” he reluctantly released your chin and walked out the door backwards to keep his eyes on you.

oh yeah you were totally gonna be his partner he was sure of it.

[missingbat]

Some very strange AU with suffering, murder, depression, blood-- & A FLUFF, OF COURSE♡(>ᴗ•)♡(>ᴗ•)

And I came up with some random foolishness when I was poisoned and had a fever for three days. Please note that they may contradict each other because I am an inattentive person(ಡ‸ಡ)･ﾟ｡

Ichiji began to have the beginnings of emotions at the moment X, and since he is not a stupid boy, he realized that Judge was leading him by the nose, brainwashing and blah blah blah. Well, he didn't want to dance to someone else's tune, so he cosplays Sora — he swallowed the poison that she drank when she was pregnant, and that's the result. A crippled teenager runs from the assassins of Jerma, cursing the whole world and himself, as well as trying to find a cure so as not to end up like a mother.

In a fit of rage, he cut up his tattoo, and when he came to, he realized that he was now just a weak, pathetic person who was bleeding and who could die from such 'stuff'.

He was taken in once, and then he found out that the family that took him in had been killed by the assassins of the Judge.

Ichi, before meeting the Pirates of Spades, worked as a mercenary and informant who is constantly on the run and has no contact with anyone for a long time.

He says he doesn't have anyone and can't go back anywhere.

Because of the appearance of emotions, he is constantly under stress and endlessly replays in his head the crimes that he committed and could not influence, but still hates himself and blames himself.

Haphephobia is in a very advanced stage. Partly due to ignorance of the consequences after using poison, you never know what will happen to the surrounding people.

Out of habit, he holds back any emotions, and in principle behaves like an arrogant asshole.

The hump is literally loaded with various weapons. If you take it in your hands, you will get a loud metallic crackle of all that metal. But he walks noiselessly, lol.

Like the most normal and ordinary man, sleeps with a dagger in his arms. (Don't go near him, he'll throw a knife at you)

Severe cognitive imbalance when he looks at himself in the mirror.  Ace, like Luffy's real brother, will blurt out that Ichiji looks like Little Red Riding Hood when they first meet. Ichi will say that he must have been hit hard on the head as a child." (WTF? How did you know?!?)

"I'm not a good person, Ace. You don't know anything about me."

Periodically there are attacks of coughing with blood, but he, of course, does not say anything to anyone, does not explain, but snaps and says not to go where you are not asked to go.

One day Deuce is going to get all worked up about how it's really not right and normal for Ichi, that he should be chained up in bed, not running around with a stupid capitan and covering his ass. Ichiji will tell that Deuce is doing the same thing." And Vinsmoke is right, BUT Deuce DOESN'T DO THAT WHEN HIS ORGANS ARE MELTING(＃`Д´)-- (Ichiji persuaded Deuce to keep quiet, and Deuce decided to keep a low profile on this "I can handle it myself".)

Deuce vaguely resembles Niji(if you get stoned in the end and get your eyesight -10, but still-), so Ichiji feels some kind of softness towards him. he or she trusts him more than the others.

I'm still trying to figure out how tumblr works, even though I don't understand English at all and use a translator to understand what's going on (￣ ￣|||)

[littlexscarletxwitch]

hello I would like to request Flo X reader fic. Where reader is touring with Harry styles. She plays guitar and Flo comes to his concert (she is friends with Harry) and meets Y/n and they hook up later that night (soft smut, maybe some praise or light choking?) . And then like a timeskip to their wedding. Harry gives a funny speech about how they met.

Sorry if it's too much. But this is one of my daydreaming scenarios. I trust you with doing it justice ❤️

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗴𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁

paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, nsfw, r is harry's friend, flo's also harry's friend, harry is like r's big bro

warning(s): MDNI, +18 ONLY read at your own risk, explicit smut, wlw sex, oral sex, slight praise kink, slight choking kink, grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 3.1k

note: It's been a long time coming but here I am lol. I FUCKING LOVED YOUR IDEA ANON. I just love Florence and love Harry so this was on fucking top. I hope you like it, sooo sorry it took me soo long to post it. Love you all, M <3

requests are open! + check my rules + masterlist <3

The screaming, the singing, the cheering, the whole whole scene just sent shivers up your spine. 

You knew that it wasn’t for you, not really. It was all for him and you couldn’t be prouder of all the things he had accomplished. Sure, he was kinda like your boss, or so the two of you would joke, but in reality Harry was a really good friend of yours. He was the older brother you had never had. 

A sad smile made its way over to your face as the show came to an end. It was always the worst part of the show, knowing that you would have to say goodbye to the unbelievably loud, fun, joyful atmosphere. But the thought of doing it all over again soon offered you some comfort. 

And so it came to an end, as everyone hit the last chord and note, and as Harry said goodbye to every person in the stadium. A second later, all lights went out, and everyone went offstage. 

“I could never get tired of this,” was the first thing you said as you all made their way into your dressing rooms. 

“Damn right!” Sarah agreed. You took a quick glance at her and smiled as you watched her holding Mitch’s hand. 

“They always are so incredible,” Harry said from next to you. “You guys are also incredible. I cannot thank you enough for being here.”

“Get out of here, you dork,” you playfully nudge your shoulder against him. 

“I mean it,” he said, chuckling. 

“I know you do,” you said, rolling your eyes at him. 

“Harry!” you heard someone screaming behind you, causing the aforementioned to turn around. 

“Flor?” he said as a blond woman came running closer. “Flor!” he said, this time sure, as he opened up his arms to hug the woman

She, pretty much, launched herself into his arms as he tightly hugged her. “You were amazing! she said. “You all were!” she finished as Harry let go of her. 

“Thank you, Flor. I didn’t know you were actually coming,” you noticed that Harry couldn't stop smiling. 

“I know, I didn’t either. But I just thought I couldn't miss this, you know,” she nudged Harry’s side as you had done a few seconds before. 

You cleared your throat getting Harry’s attention. “Oh, right. Everyone, this is Florence, fellow actor,” he joked. “Flor, this is everyone: Mitch and Sarah,” he gestured to the couple. “Elin, Niji, Pauli, Ny,” the four of them nodded and waved at her. “And lastly, but definitely not least, Y/n.”

“Hello,” you smiled at her. “Nice to finally put a face to your name.”

“Likewise,” she smiled back, her eyes not leaving your frame and you swore you felt your stomach flipping. “It’s nice to meet all of you, really,” Florence gently shook her head, snapping out of her own thoughts. “I just wanted to say ‘hi’, I guess I’ll be on my way…”

“No, don’t leave,” Harry protested. “We finally get to hang out. Have dinner with me, please,” he said, grabbing her hands. “Y/n and I are going to this amazing restaurant and I’m sure you’ll love it.”

“Oh, no. I don’t want to intrude…”

“Not at all,” you quickly cut her off. “It would be lovely to have someone helping me handle this one over here,” you motioned to Harry. 

“Rude,” he scoffed, as if he was actually hurt but there was a grin on his lips. 

She chuckled, “I’m not sure…”

“Please, I insist.”

“She insists,” Harry repeated your statement. 

“I, um…” Harry looked at her with puppy eyes. “Fine, fine,” she gave up with a smile on her face. “But dinner’s on me.”

“Not a chance,” Harry said as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

[...]

“So, this Olivia girl is nuts,” you concluded. 

“Well, I wouldn’t use that word,” Harry said as he winced at your choice of word.

“Yeah, she’s mental,” Florence said otherwise, nodding at you. 

“Was the movie good at least?”

“You didn’t watch it?” Harry asked, but your whole attention was on Florence. 

“Yeah, I guess so,” she answered you. “Fans like it, critics thought it was alright. But the whole cast… there was some weird energy going on…” she shrugged it off as she took a bite of her pasta. 

“I can’t believe you didn’t watch my movie,” you heard Harry keep on complaining.

“It must have sucked. Such great actors and good people were involved, all for her to ruin the whole thing…”

“I’m your best friend, why didn’t you watch it?” he said, turning his head to you so you couldn't ignore him anymore. 

“Jesus! I’m sorry, okay,” you said defensively, making Florence chuckled. “It just slipped out of my mind,” you said as a smile creeped on your lips, mirroring Florence’s.

“You are a bad friend.”

“I’m not.”

“Yeah, you are,” he dramatically sighed. “But that’s okay, I still love you,” he said, placing a kiss on your forehead as he stood up. “I’m going to the loo, I’ll be right back.”

“He’s such an ass,” you said, once he was gone, as you took a sip of water. 

Florence giggled at your words. “He is, isn’t he?” She cleared her throat. “So, I… I have to ask… Are you and Harry… you know like…,” she said, feeling the blood rushing to her cheeks. 

You quickly realised what she meant and almost choked on your water. 

“No! God, no,” you said, clearing your throat, causing Florence to both laugh and sigh in relief. “He’s like my big brother. From the moment we met I just… I knew he would be a big part of my life, and he is… as my brother,” she nodded as a smile found its way to her lips. “Plus, he’s definitely not my type. Like at all, if you know what I mean,” you said, hiding behind your glass again. 

“I think I do know what you mean,” Florence smiled at you in accompaniment. 

“So, you and him never…”

“No,” she chuckled. “I mean we did kiss but it was just acting so…” she trailed off, licking her lips which caused your eyes to quickly look at them. 

“Good to know,” you said as you gulped down the lump that had formed in your throat.

[...]

“I’m sorry I have to leave early,” Harry mumbled disappointed. 

“It’s okay. We had a lot of fun, right?” you winked at Florence to which she nodded. “Drive safe, H,” you mumbled as you hugged him goodbye. 

“Always,” he said as he let you go and went to hug Florence. “Don’t be a stranger, okay, Flor?”

“I won’t,” she hugged him tightly. “I promise.”

“You guys are sure you don’t want me to drop…”

“We’ll be fine,” you quickly cut him off. 

“M’okay, I’m leaving,” he said, making his way to his car. “Good night!”

“Night night!” you said back, watching his back as he left the two of you alone. 

“So, um…” Florence said once she was sure her friend was gone. “Would you like to get some coffee back at mine?” you smiled as her cheeks turned red once again. “Well, it’s not mine. I don’t live there, but I am staying there. So I guess it does count as mine—” she was rambling. 

“I would love to,” you cut her off. 

[...]

The moment the both of you stepped through the door, the coffee was long forgotten. 

“I’ve been waiting to do this the entire night,” she whispered on your lips.

You didn't know how it happened, but the glances on your way to Florence’s house became featherlight touches and next thing you knew she was pushing you inside her house and her lips soon found yours. You weren’t complaining though. 

“Oh, really?” you teased her as you bit her bottom lip. 

“Yes,” she said in between a soft moan, dragging you to the couch. 

“We are doing this here?” you said, as you kissed her neck. 

“The bedroom is too far away,” she said, already breathless, lying on the couch. 

“It’s literally just ten more—.”

“Just shut up and kiss me,” she said cupping your cheeks, forcing her lips onto yours. 

The kiss only became rougher as your tongue made its way past her lips, fighting against her own. You could still taste the wine she had earlier along with the ice cream she had for dessert. You moved your lips down, finding once again her sensitive skin and decided to leave your mark on her. Something for her to remember you afterwards. 

“That’s gonna leave a mark.”

“Yeah, that’s what I want,” you said as you kissed right where your teeth had been. “I don’t want you to forget me so easily,” you chuckled, before sucking another part of her skin just to leave another bruise. 

“Trust me, I’m gonna remember this night.”

As best as you could, while still being on top of her, you stripped her out of her clothes. It wasn’t that hard since she was wearing a dress, and she wasn’t wearing a bra like she always would. The only thing keeping you from admiring the entirety of her body was the thin piece of cloth covering her centre. 

“God, you are breathtaking,” you said as your lips wrapped around her nipple.

“Fuck,” Florence muttered as her head fell back, arching her back against the couch. 

Slowly, you made your way down her body, your lips ghosting over where she needed you the most. You brushed your nose against her clothed clit, your hot breath on her making her squirm under you. 

“Y/n…” she whined. 

You licked up her slit, tasting her even through the thin fabric, making you moan into her at how wet she already was. 

“Just take it off already, please.”

“So eager, so wet for me… I like that,” you chuckled, before tugging down the piece of cloth with the help of your teeth. 

As your tongue explored her sensitive centre, your right hand found its way up to her neck and slightly squeezed once you pushed your tongue inside her. You could feel her fast heartbeat under your hand, and decided to keep up with that pace as your tongue thrusted in and out of her. 

You moved your tongue up, finding her clit and sucking hard on it while you used your free hand to push two fingers in her, making her moan out loud. You squeezed her neck a bit tighter, not tight enough to stop her from breathing, just to let her know she was being taken care of. 

“Shit, I won’t be able to hold back for longer,” she cried out, brows furrowed as you keep on working on her. 

“Then don’t hold back, baby,” your voice was muffled because of her cunt. “Just come for me, Flor.”

You thrusted even faster and harder, arching the tip of your finger just to hit her sweet spot, working your tongue rougher on her clit and a second later you felt her legs wrapping around your head as her whole body started to tremble and your name fell out of your lips. You helped her ride her orgasm as you squeezed her neck getting the best out of her as you swallowed every drop of her juices. 

“You did so good for me, babygirl,” you said as you went up to kiss her lips so she could have a taste of herself.

“Bloody hell, Y/n. That was amazing…” she struggled to speak the words out, she was completely breathless. 

“We are just getting started, sweetheart.” 

[...]

After that night, Florence and you exchanged numbers and found yourself reaching out for the other constantly. She would tell you about her job, and you would tell her about the tour. Some nights, when she had a free weekend, she would fly out to where you were and stay in the hotel with you. Those were the best nights ever, just the two of you cuddling and kissing and doing more than just kissing. 

She was one of the best things that had ever happened in a long time, you wanted to let the whole world know she was now yours and you were hers. But if the whole world knew, then Harry would too. And neither of you were sure how he would take the news. You were scared to lose your best friend —your brother— even if it sounded really silly, you were fucking his best friends after all.

There were so many times when you almost told him, after all when touring with your best friend he knew there was something going on with you, he just couldn’t put his finger on it. He would watch as you giggled and smiled at your phone, or he would wonder why you started to stay at the hotels instead of going out with the whole group at night. He didn’t want to intrude, so he settled for waiting for you to open up with him. But curiosity was eating him inside out, luckily for Harry, he would find some answers really soon. 

First night in London was just around the corner, and Florence came along with it, since he decided to invite her to that show as well. You weren’t aware of the arrangement until you stumbled into Harry’s dressing room and she was just sitting there. 

“Hi,” you said, with a tint of uncertainty. 

“Hi,” she just smiled at you and you felt your tummy shrinking. 

“What are you–? How? When?” you felt your anxiety creeping in. 

“I’m seeing one of my best friends performing, and my girlfriend as a plus. How? Well, I guess Harry made it possible and when? I just got here, like twenty minutes ago,” she chuckled. “Do you not want me here?” she joked. 

“No!” you shook your head. “I mean, of course I want you here,” you said, getting closer to her, wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your forehead on hers. “I just…,” you sighed. “I’m sorry, I just freaked out because of Harry.”

“I know, love,” she said, caressing your arms. “I think we should tell him, maybe after the show.”

“Yeah, I agree.”

“It’ll go just fine, I promise,” she added, once she sensed your doubt. She cupped your cheeks searching for your eyes. “I promise, okay?” she reassured you.

“Okay,” you nodded, convincing yourself that Florence was right. 

She couldn’t help it and sealed the promise by softly kissing all your doubts and worries away. You didn’t realise how badly you needed that kiss until your breath was taken away. It wasn’t just a kiss, it was a caress to your uneasy heart and you felt your entire self melting into her, completely forgetting where the two of you were standing. 

“So this was it,” you heard someone say behind you. 

A pair of stern green eyes met yours and you felt your heart drop to your stomach, but the cold green eyes quickly moved past you. 

“I cant believe you are fucking my guitarist,” Harry simply said to Florence.

You didn’t expect him to snap at Florence, but for some reason there he was doing exactly that.

“Harry!” you chimed in.

“What? It's true, isn’t it?” he shrugged it off, not moving his eyes from Florence.

“It’s complicated,” she attacked him back.

“It’s not complicated. Are you or are you two not fucking? Simple as that.”

“It’s not just fucking,” he winced at the use of the ‘f-word’ coming out of your lips. You were his best friend, almost like a sister and there he was finding out his ‘sister’ was fucking his best friend. “There’s more to it.”

“This is what you had been hiding from me, isn’t it? I knew there was something off with you. I just… I can’t believe neither of you would tell me.”

“We didn’t do it on purpose, Harry,” Flo said.

“It just happened,” his eyes softened once he found yours again. “We didn’t mean for it to happen, but it did, Hazz.”

“So it’s not just, you know…” he didn’t want to say ‘fuck’ again, he had had enough with that word when it came to you. 

“No, it’s not—.”

“I love her,” Florence said. 

“What?” you asked in disbelief, that was the first time she would say that. 

“I do. I love you,” she said now to you. “You feel like home, Y/n. And I want nothing more than to come home every night to you.”

You couldn't help the smile forming on your lips. “I love you too,” you said chuckling. 

“Great! I can’t stay mad at you two if you keep on being this lovely…” Harry huffed. “You know what, I’m just gonna leave. We can talk about this later, or maybe not,” he said making his way to the door, but before he walked out he said: “Though, I want both of you to know that I’m glad you two found each other… and that it was because of me.”

[...]

Three years later. 

Harry cleared his throat before speaking. “I would like to start my best man speech by saying that these two lovebirds met because of me, so I am to thank that we are all gathered here, therefore you are all very welcome,” the room cheered for him, even though it was supposed to be yours and Florence’s night. “When I first found out about them, I just freaked out,” the whole room bursted into laughter both yours and Florence’s family and friends. “I did, I swear. I just couldn't believe it.”

“Harry!” you scolded him.

“Y/n is like my little sister, “ Harry completely ignored you. “And when I found out that my little sister was doing things… unthinkable, unspeakable, unpleasant things, with my so-called friend…”

“Harry!” this time Florence said with a warning tone, making the whole room chuckled.

“I freaked out,” he smiled to himself remembering the moment. “But now, standing here and celebrating their love on this glorious day, their wedding day, I just know it was meant to be. Y/n,” he said looking into your eyes. “You know you feel like a sister to me,” you felt tears burning your eyes. “And I couldn’t be happier knowing that you found the love of your life. And that it’s not just some random stranger you found online or something, “ the room chuckled again. “But it’s one of the best, kind, gentle souls I know,” you searched for Florence’s hand, squeezing it. “I’m glad you found her, Flor. I’m glad you found each other” his eyes were now locked on hers. “And I’m glad you love her just as much as I do, maybe even more,” he winked at her. “So,” he raised his glass of champagne, everyone following suit. “Cheers to the both of you, for your undecaying love,” he was going to take a sip from his glass but he quickly added: “And cheers to me for bringing you two together.”

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

[roseoftrafalgar]

This was really cute, Boa! Niji pretending to not like blueberries, so reader can eat breakfast is a pretty wholesome & smooth move 😂💙💙🫐 but how dare he insult bao buns—the meat ones are the best >:(

【Vinsmoke Niji】 Blueberry Flavored

*this fic is for the Sweet Treats, Sweet Hearts Collaboration hosted by @cherryblossom-chopper!! click the link to check out more works! *this guy does not fit my theme im so sadge, i think i'll make all of my collab/event posts from now on different colored than my original red theme

“STOP!!” Your boyfriend snatched another mouthful of blueberries and popped them into his mouth as your piercing cry echoed throughout the kitchen in the penthouse.

It’s been your 12th warning, and you had enough. It was he who wanted blueberry muffins, or more precisely, he wanted YOU to bake them for him. “I would’ve done it myself,” he said, “but I have no idea how to bake.” And he isn't lying. To put it in a polite way, one would only eat Niji's cooking if they were starving to death on a stranded island.

You first met Niji in high school, you two were deskmates for quite a while. You didn’t have a habit of eating breakfast, because your parents never woke up on time to make you anything to eat. As the school year progressed, Niji started to bring over blueberry muffins and a carton of milk every morning. 

“My mom kept making these for me for breakfast, but I don’t like to eat sweet things in the morning.” As he pushed the muffin and milk onto your desk, he gave his explanation. “I dislike milk as well.”

Thanks to him, you started eating breakfast, and it’s blueberry muffins and milk every day. You questioned his mother. Who would bake the same kind of muffin for her son day after day? And he’s not even eating it!

You soon discovered that he actually enjoys blueberries and everything with a blueberry flavor. You told him to eat his muffins instead of giving them to you, and that you would start buying breakfast on your way to school. Niji, however, wasn't too fond of the idea; he claimed that street sellers were too filthy and didn't even utilize fresh and proper food ingredients.

You were at a loss for words with him. But you still bought a meat bun on your way to school the following day. As he saw the bun in your hand, his eyes widened as if he had just experienced the worst betrayal. Just as you took a seat, he snatched your breakfast away from you and gave you his blueberry muffin as usual. As if he’s afraid you’ll take back the meat bun and reject his muffin, he took a sizable mouthful out of the bun, barely chewing twice before gagging like a pregnant lady, you could even make out tears in his eyes. But he continued biting on the bun aggressively and swallowing without even thoroughly chewing it. And you soon understood how picky of an eater he is.

The breakfast restaurant where you bought the meat bun from is quite well-liked and frequently packed with customers. Their meat bun is considered a signature, yet, Niji acted like he nearly died after having one. You watched in disbelief.

Now, as you begin to prepare the batter, he’s taken the only two containers of blueberries you bought and started popping them in his mouth like he’s attempting to overdose on antidepressants. 

It started quite simply. He was standing next to you, leaning against the counter and watching you make your batter, then he gradually snuck his hands over to the blueberry containers in front of him and started munching on them as one would with popcorn when watching a movie. You didn’t think of it as a problem at first, because you had two containers, giving him a couple wouldn’t do any harm. But you overestimated his self-control.

“Stop eating them before I run out of blueberries.” You scolded him.

But he didn’t listen. Of course he didn’t. Soon, one container was completely empty.

“Get out of my kitchen.” You said as you pushed him away from the counter, “Go watch the TV or something instead, I’ll bring it to you when I’m done.”

He chuckled as he leaned back and added weight to you that was heavier than what your arms could support.

“Niji!!” You shouted, and he finally stood up straight again.

You gave him two good slaps on the arm before he turned back to you and landed a delicate, blueberry-flavored kiss on your lips.

“Thanks, my darling.”

[dreamisols]

｡⋆.luxiem + the things they do for love

—headcanons for how the boys show their love for you in their own little ways —fluff, gn! reader, i dumped this all in one night, update i finally proofread it!, the boys are their personas in the fic, i'm not including a certain someone out of respect :(, please remember that fiction is not equal to reality, always respect the livers! —mimi's ramble: i've always wanted to write for niji (T v T) i'll write for other fandoms too soon!

shu yamino

... entertains you with little light shows

if the people from shu's past life saw him now, he's sure that they would've had a whiplash

the sorcerer admits that he's handled his fair share of deadly curses, especially back in his prime. the delicate fingers brushing through your hair as you lay peacefully on his lap were the same fingers that conjured nightmarish realities towards those who truly deserved his wrath

does he still know all of these curses now? obviously.

can he still cast them as proficiently as before? absolutely.

shu simply chooses not to, so really, he wouldn't blame the people for whatever presumptions and thoughts they would've had about him. he's a man with a notable reputation—though good-natured, still fearful in his own right

his mind drifts along with daydreams as he continues combing through your hair, amused while imagining the terror on their faces upon seeing you so casually sprawled on his lap. no care whatsoever of the fact you're dating a sorcerer, because you trust that you can be vulnerable around your beloved shu

it was a nice change of pace. you're a nice change of pace.

your soft whine breaks shu from his daydream and he can't help but chuckle at the sound. it sounds irritated, but still playful and light. his eyes meet yours when you blink up and speak in a confused daze, "why'd you stop?"

in response, he sends you his signature cheeky grin, "you're gonna grow spoiled if i continue," he jokes, booping your nose "i also wanna show you something."

mumbling a few things under his breath, shu's hands gracefully draw shapes in the air. immediately, a humble array of beautiful sparkling lights and mythical looking creatures dance around the both of you. your mouth gapes in awe, looking at the fantastical sky

"it's a little thing i learned," the sorcerer perks up, adjusting from where he's seated so your back's leaning on his chest. a perfect view to gauge your response. "it's one of the few spells i know that doesn't hurt others. is it nice?"

you nod, still not looking away from the view, "nice? shu, this is breathtaking. i love it"

he leaves a small kiss on your temple, and you feel the smile on his lips as he murmurs a quiet thank you

shu hopes you never find out that he's spent a good chunk of his time learning that spell for you because he knew it would make you smile. and he definitely hopes you never find out that he's willing to do this over and over if it meant you two could always be like this. (that's a lie, he really wants you to know)

ike eveland

... immortalizes you in his work

to say your lover is currently inspired is an understatement

you were convinced that all nine muses had suddenly bestowed gift after gift to him, because you've never seen ike create works at such a speedy rate. he reminds you of a cat overwhelmed with the amount of treats and toys around him, because he keeps on alternating between one thing and the other

though you support your lover's endeavors and encourage him to work to his heart's content, you couldn't help the concern that washes over you when you register the amount of work he has on his plate

now you stand before his room with a mission in mind: make him take a break

maybe also grabbing an opportunity to take a little peek at the content of his works....

you march up with a tray of snacks and a drink in hand, "ike," you call out softly as you shut the door behind you, "i've got some snacks for you"

the novelist perks up at the sound of your voice and immediately turns to face you with a smile

"hello darling," he greets you softly, melodiously, while making quick steps towards you. ike kisses you as gently as he speaks to you, before he flashes an appreciative smile at the sight of your little gift "you really shouldn't have, thank you"

"you need to take a break too, you know" you're quick to comment as you trail after him while he carries the food to his desk. the novelist just hums and nods, and you get the lingering sense that what you said entered one ear and went out the other

you don't even hide the sigh upon noting all the papers scattered around his desk, "i'm serious, ike.." judging by the unfinished thoughts and abruptly cut paragraphs, it seemed like they were all unfinished drafts. "what's gotten you so worked up anyways?"

"you."

it's like he's stating an obvious fact. he replies so quickly and so casually, so unlike the deep thinker you're used to.

you stare at him shocked, while he reaches out to grab some of the said sheets of paper

"i was initially just going to write a cute romantic letter for you, but in the process of writing it, i realized i could somewhat incorporate everything that i feel for you into my actual working project. so i paused in writing the letter and went to writing my draft."

he grabs another few pages from a different pile, and dramatically continues, "but then the more i was thinking of how i felt for you, the more i thought about you in general. you and your pretty self, you'll be the death of me."

"then i realized that if i suddenly started writing about you in that draft, it wouldn't make sense, so i made a new draft just for that."

ike sighs, looking at you with a small pout, "now you can see how it became a cycle from there. really, if anything, you're..." he stops mid-thought, looking straight into your bewildered eyes. you're sure you look like a flustered mess, but you catch the way his eyes carefully map your entire face in adoration as his hand blindly reaches for his notepad

"hang on, i need to hold that thought. i'm getting an idea for yet another work."

luca kaneshiro

... has a whole folder in his notes app dedicated to you

the life of a mafia boss is no joke, you could practically imagine how hectic the day-to-day workload must be

despite your knowledge about luca's line of work, your sweet lover refuses to ever expose you to such ministries underground. he'd indulge you with scraps of information, sure; and the people under him all recognize (and adore) you, yes. but that's just as far as you're gonna get! he doesn't want to risk your safety, and you're beyond grateful for that

but imagination does wonders in filling up for whatever information you're lacking, and you pride yourself with how much your brain's able to conjure on what luca could possibly be doing (though you believe you need to tone down with the gruesome details)

one thing's for certain, there is a lot of things going on in the underworld. a lot of stressful things that leaves even your beloved sunshine of a boyfriend frustrated

his preferred method of blowing off steam? ranting to you

you really don't mind whenever he does since he'd always ask whether you're fine with him talking about it or not, and even with your consent, he really tries to keep everything to a minimum for you. still, that doesn't stop you from empathizing with the struggles and frustrations that come along with his line of work

"i'm really gonna make it up to you, okay?" luca mumbles into the crook of your shoulder, his arms securely wrapped around your frame. you just hummed and kissed his cheek, hugging him back

you regret not taking his words much more seriously

"mister luca kaneshiro, what on earth is this?"

you desperately wish the content of this clipboard was all a joke, or probably something you misread. but judging from the way he giggles like an excited child (which fits the charming grin on his face), you don't think there was a mistake at all

"i said i'm gonna make it up to you! remember?" he chirped before kissing all around your face "we're gonna start with this!"

you blink dumbly at him, "luca... this is a whole week's worth of high class things"

his grin falters and he looks at you with a quizzical stare "wait, does that mean i forgot to print out next week's cruise trip there?"

sometimes you want to take his brain and study it under a microscope.

for a good chunk of time, you scolded luca with how careless and hasty he is with spending, especially when it comes to spoiling you. he retaliates with whines of his own as he childishly pouts and points at the agenda he made for the both of you

"but you said you've always wanted to visit this pop-up cafe since the collab featured is one of your favorite shows! and since you wanna go, then i wanna go too! it even has your preferred drink on the menu, see?"

at some point you tuned out his nonstop rambling, especially when the contents on the clipboard caught your attention. you're quick to realize the entire week's plans are fit exactly to your tastes. all the places and activities are more or less suited to your preferences, and you couldn't help but inwardly applaud luca's attention to detail (he even placed the preferred time according to convenience and comfort)

you don't realize that luca's stopped his persuading rambles when he caught you studying the paper. immediately, a proud grin etches on his face at your astounded look and he puffs his chest in pride,

"i take note of aaalll the things you like and tell me about, y'know? what kind of boyfriend would i be if i didn't know whether- i dunno- my lover would prefer their coffee iced or hot? or, trick question: if they even like coffee at all?"

upon seeing your poorly-concealed smile, he beams a smile of his own and kisses the corner of your lips, "just allow me to spoil you and show you my love, yeah?"

vox akuma

... makes a promise ring

"red really does suit you, darling"

vox chuckles when he sees you visibly shiver from the sheer intimacy of his actions. he can't blame you though, not when he's looking at you so affectionately as he gently plays with your hand

one by one, he leaves trails of kisses on your fingers. his lips trailing and mapping each and every area as if he was worshiping you. it feels light and dreamy, the way he's showering you in affection, you really can't help the way your heart swells

the demon is truly a man of his word, an ironic statement you've come to realize given how long you've been dating him. where in stories demons are usually depicted as deceitful beings, the one standing before you is nothing but sincere

he had always been someone who emphasizes the importance of promises, and with his background, you've come to understand why

it's in his principle that promises are meant to be taken seriously. they require mutual trust and a deeper sense of connection between the individuals after all. for instance, when you broke down and told vox all your troubles one time, he wrapped you in his wine colored coat and held you to his chest. you can hear the silent oath he made to always be there for you like you were there for him

but some promises between you two are more silly. like the time he accidentally ate the remaining dessert in the fridge despite you clearly stating over and over again how it was yours. the poor man had to endure your glares and pouts through fits of amused laughter. he finally gave in when he realized you'd playfully dodge his kisses, and made a lighthearted promise to not touch whatever food you said is yours and even compensate by cooking for you that night (the food was divine)

other times, it would sometimes come in the form of affection. simple and direct to the point, but as effective as ever. if he ever had to run late due to some errands or because he's meeting up with his friends, he'll always let you know prior with a gentle kiss on your forehead. a silent way of saying that the moment he's done, he's rushing home to nobody but you

vox really is a man of his word

the ring fitting snuggly around your finger is yet another form of his vows

the red jewel glimmers and winks at you, a lustrous ruby shade strikingly similar to the shade of red your beloved voice demon loves to parade around in.. and the fact that the both of you are wearing similar rings is surely bound to have heads turning to your direction.

you're snapped out of your trance when you feel vox playing with the cool metal wrapped snuggly on your finger. instead of a smug smirk or a devilish grin, his lips are formed into the smallest of smiles. a soft and content smile. he looks at the ring like it's the one thing that genuinely makes him happy, and you understand why

vox gave you a ring not because he wants to own you, but because he trusts you'll never break his greatest oath

"promise you'll take care of it?" he asks, guiding your hand to rest where his heart is—his greatest and most vulnerable vow

"i promise"

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[yayakoishii]

Can I request sanji and reader being childhood friends and meeting again years later (and sparks fly obviously)… Maybe reader was told Sanji was dead after he ran away from Germa so seeing him is absolutely crazy for them. Ideally reader ends up joining the straw hats? No worries if you don’t pick this one but I thought it’d be cute!!

Gone | Sanji x Reader

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x GN! Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Tags: Light angst, fluff? Spoilers for Wholecake Island

A/n: First off, thank you for the request!! I tried my best to write it the way you wanted but I ended up having to slightly tweak the reader's role since it would have been impossible for Sanji to have a friend in his Germa days. I hope you don't mind! If this wasn't quite what you wanted, feel free to send in another request. I hope you enjoy ♡

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Everybody in Germa 66 sang praises of the three princes. If asked to pick a favourite, they would all probably say either of Ichiji, Niji or Yonji's names. Not you though.

At 6 years old, you had firmly decided to yourself that your favourite prince was Sanji. Yeah, he wasn't as strong as the other three, but he was kind and sweet and most importantly, he was your friend. Well, your secret friend. After all, he was royalty and royalty wasn't supposed to lower themselves to your level.

Being the child of a nurse in Germa, you had been programmed to be born as fearless and unquestioningly loyal to the Vinsmoke family. Except, for some reason, it hadn't worked on you and you had turned out to be normal. At that young age, you didn't really know it, of course. But you could sense that you were different from the rest.

When you saw soldiers easily stepping in to let themselves be killed just on one word from a Vinsmoke, it made you flinch and it made you scared. You hid your fear from everyone except for Her Majesty, Vinsmoke Sora. Your job at that young age was just to look after, entertain and distract her. (The adults didn't tell you that you were supposed to be distracting her from her actual children.)

That's where you had met Sanji. He was the only prince who visited her. You didn't really understand much at that age but you couldn't get how any child could stay away from their own mom for so long. It made you dislike the other three.

"(Y/n), can you treat His Highness' wound like I had taught you?" Your mother asked you as she helped Queen Sora to lie down. Beside her bed, Sanji was standing with a scratched knee. He had slipped on a puddle on the way to Sora. You nodded excitedly and bowed to Sanji clumsily, like your father had shown you.

"Come with me, Your Highness!"

Sanji and you had sat on one of the couches in the room and you slowly worked on disinfecting the wound and putting on the medicine. The said boy was sniffling, which made you look up curiously. Everyone said the princes were supposed to be strong and that they never showed any fear or even cried.

"Am I hurting you?" You asked worriedly, trying to be even gentler. You were just waving the cotton in the air now, instead of actually touching him with it. "Why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying!" Sanji immediately stopped sniffling, looking slightly alarmed. You could tell that he was scared– just like you! It excited you and you nodded enthusiastically.

"No, you would never cry, Your Highness, of course not!" You tried to wink at him but ended up blinking. Sanji stared at you, a little confused and fascinated, then nodded quietly. "What did you make for Her Majesty today?"

He startled at your question then said shyly, "I tried curry rice today, with an omelette."

"Ooh, did you get it to spill over the rice?!" You asked excitedly as you finished placing your personal favourite band-aid on his knee.

"It failed," he pouted. Before you could try to cheer him up, Sanji noticed the band-aid. "What is this?"

"It's my favourite Kakuma band-aids," you whispered, leaning in so that only he heard it. Sanji blinked at you unsurely before looking back down at the band-aids with a cute bear pattern on it.

"Who's Kakuma?" He asked, feeling foolish. You launched into a big explanation of your favourite show, Kakuma the Bear of Justice. The adults in the room let you two stay like that and that afternoon, you and Sanji became friends. When it was time for him to leave, he had asked you to not call him ‘Your Highness’ because now you were his (secret) friend.

"But I can't do that," you pouted, clasping your hands behind your back. "I am not allowed to call you by your name. But, I am allowed to call you my prince. Would that be okay?"

6-year old Sanji had flushed at the sweet way you called him your prince. He liked the sound of it. He didn't really understand why, but you were now his first friend and you smiled at him and told him about your favourite show and you even told him secret cooking tips that you had sneaked out of your mother to help him cook a perfect omelette with soft gooey insides.

From that day on, whenever Sanji visited his mom, he would also give you some of his food to try. It sometimes tasted horrible and was even inedible at others, but you would always take at least one bite and praise his efforts. You found him very cool for even trying to make all those difficult recipes– your mom wouldn't even let you enter the kitchen.

The two of you were each other's closest and only friend, so the day King Judge announced the death of Sanji at sea, your 7 year old heart broke for the first time in your whole life. Not long after, Queen Sora passed away too.

When you were 8, your father was called as a Wall by Judge and died. Within the span of a year, you had lost all the closest people to you and then came the attack on Cozia. Your mother and a few other nurses got attacked in the scuffle and she had pushed you, telling you to run far away from the battleships of Germa.

That was the last you ever heard of the only remaining loved one you had.

•

It had been 11 years since then. You were no longer the kid you once were. You had ended up lost in the East Blue, worked your way into a pirate ship as a apprentice. The crew managed to make it into the Grand Line when you were 13, but ended up stranding you on an island after an attack killed off most of them, including the captain.

You had hopped around islands over the years, exploring and picking up jobs or working in crews or delivery ships to travel as many islands as you could. Now, you were currently living on a small island that was a few islands away from Marie Geosie. You had contemplated it but, it would be foolish to try to enter the New World without a really strong pirate crew who could possibly survive it. Having made peace with that, you had settled into a small rural town where you worked in a bar at night and taught children how to fight in the day.

Being a small island where the log pose reset within 3 hours, not many pirates or marines ever came by or stayed long enough if they did come. It was the perfect place for a peaceful life– a rare occurence on the Grand Line, in your opinion. So you had taken the chance and established yourself within the community smoothly.

There were rumours going around, though. Of a new generation of pirates that were slowly making their way through the first half of the Grand Line. You had heard some names in passing but didn't really keep up with the news much until that one fateful day. The Straw Hat pirates had docked on the island at sunset and the news spread like wildfire. It was the most interesting thing to happen in a long while and there was a strange tension in the air.

There was also another small crew that had arrived just before them so there was a possibility that the two might clash. You hoped that there would be no fighting for the sake of your simple town. You were at your workplace, serving drinks and food to the customers, most of whom were people from your town or the surrounding ones. There were some unfamiliar faces as well, which you guessed were the new pirates.

You worked while keeping an eye on the ones who gave you a bad feeling. Just towards the end of your shift, you suddenly saw one of the pirates try to grope your co-worker. Within a flash, you were next to her side, standing in between the lecherous pirate and her cowering figure.

In a small town like yours, people were more fiercely protective. While in any other place the girl would have been told to tolerate it, that was not the case in your town. And you were free to defend them and drive the customer out in such a case.

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave," your voice was cold as you shot him a murderous look. The pirate could sense that you weren't joking with your skills and got out of his seat. You turned around to hold the girl by her shoulders and looked over her to ensure he hadn't hurt her without you knowing. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

"No, I'm alri–"

You were distracted by her answer and felt the pirate swinging at you a little late. Despite ducking, his sword still nicked the side of your neck. You hissed and whirled around, ready to beat the shit out of him when instead, a leg on fire smashed the pirate down so hard that the wooden flooring broke under the pressure. You winced a little at how the splinters pierced him but you were distracted by the owner of the leg which was no longer on fire.

"Getting handsy with a lady and then attacking from behind?" You jolted in shock at the sight of the man. That blonde hair… those curly eyebrows… No way. He was sneering at the man with disgust, a put-out cigarette in his left hand. The man on the floor groaned lightly; he was probably experiencing a concussion. The blonde man looked up at you with concern. "Your neck is bleeding."

"Oh," you automatically covered the wound, feeling the wet, sticky liquid dirty your fingers. You had nearly forgotten about it in the shock of seeing your childhood friend after so many years. He was alive? After all this time?

"Hey, you should go treat it," the co-worker you had saved spoke hurriedly. "I'll take care of things here."

"You sure?" You asked, eyebrows furrowed. Your brain was still frozen from the shock but your body was already moving on auto-pilot.

"Yeah, go quickly before you lose any more blood," she insisted, guiding you to the backdoor. You heard footsteps follow you.

"Wait," the blonde man– Sanji? –said from behind. "I, would you like some help with that?"

You could do it by yourself. You always dress your wounds by yourself. But instead of declining it like usual, you flashed him a smile and said, "I would like that."

Your co-worker seemed surprised by your words too and decided to leave you alone for now. You took the Sanji-look-alike with you to the backroom where your first aid kit was in the bag. For once, you were grateful that you always lugged the thing around; you actually had it on you for the kids you taught. The two of you settled down on the bench and the blonde carefully picked up the necessary medicines.

You just stared at his face, drinking in his features. It felt a lot like a dream. Sanji was supposed to have died. And yet this man in front of you bore such a striking resemblance to him. You had never seen curly eyebrows like this outside of the Vinsmoke family. But there was no way that Germa would let Sanji go, surely?

"Thank you for taking care of that scum," you said, eyes flitting all over the blonde's face. The more you looked, the more you saw your friend in him. Even in the dim light of the backroom, you could still recognise the bright blue eyes. "I could have taken him on if I wasn't distracted."

"I can sense that," Sanji smiled at your wound as he cleaned it up. He wouldn't meet your eyes for some reason but you watched him with half-lidded eyes. His touch was gentle and his fingers felt weirdly cool on your skin. It sent shivers down your back. You were reminded of that day when you had dressed Sanji's tiny injury. Funny how your roles were swapped now. "This might sound a little weird but, you really remind me of someone important to me."

Your breath hitched and you automatically teased, "Bet you say that to all the girls."

He laughed and finally looked you in the eye, "I could never. That person is too far away. I will never meet them again in this life."

He stared down forlornly at your first-aid kit. You followed his look to the plain band-aids in the corner of your box. A smile played on your lips.

"I couldn't find any Kakuma ones here," you said quietly. Sanji froze, wide eyes running all over your face. "Turns out Kakuma isn't very popular outside of North Blue."

"You…" Sanji suddenly grabbed you by your shoulders and you flushed at the close proximity. This Sanji was different from the cute boy you once knew. He was now handsome, but still just as cool. "(Y/n)..?"

"I feel like I'm dreaming, my prince," you admitted, smiling weakly. You placed your hand lightly on his right cheek, brushing the cheek faintly as if you were worried he would disappear with a touch. "They said you died in a shipwreck. Am I just missing you so much that I'm starting to see you on the Grand Line?"

"It feels like a dream to me too," he sounded a little broken. Your fingers pressed into the smooth skin and, it felt too real to be a dream. He was really sitting across from you. "How did you end up here?"

You sat there quietly for a few seconds, remembering the worst days of your life when you lost all your loved ones one after the other. You had kept that bottled up all these years.

"Let me change and I'll tell you everything when we're out of here."

Sanji nodded and slinked out the backdoor while you hurriedly changed, packed up and joined him. You decided to take him down the shore as you spoke about all that had happened ever since his death was announced. He told you about what happened to him the whole time, about the imprisonment, the actual shipwreck, the Baratie and the Straw Hat pirates. Both of you talked and listened for so long, the moon was up high when you finally stopped walking.

The sea was gently crashing onto the shore. Your bare feet dug into the dry sand from a distance as you stared at the horizon.

"So," you hesitated. "What now?"

"Now…" Sanji trailed off as he turned his head to face you. "Do you want to come join us?"

You hadn't expected that. Snapping your neck towards him, you stared with wide disbelieving eyes.

"Shouldn't you ask your captain first?" You asked nervously. The idea of being by Sanji's side for the rest of your life made your heart beat faster. He was different from the boy you once knew but the past few hours had only made you realise that this new Sanji was still the kind and sweet boy beneath all his differences.

"I'll convince Luffy," he said. You realised he was just as nervous as you felt. "I'm sure he won't mind."

"Oh," you looked away and back at the horizon. The part of you that still craved adventure was all in support of the idea. The other practical side of you wondered if you could just up and leave your life here. (Everyone would understand, wouldn't they?) "I spent so much of my life thinking you were gone, Sanji. Thinking that I had lost you forever. Thinking that I would never meet you again."

Sanji didn't reply, just slipped his left hand into yours. He squeezed it gently, as a reminder that he was here now. That he wanted to have you by his side from now on.

"I don't want to let you go ever again."

Your admission earned you a soft smile from the cook. He fully turned his body to face yours and you did the same. Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead that sent your heart jackrabbiting.

"I don't plan to either," he whispered.

With those simple words, all your inhibitions were gone.

"Then take me with you, my prince."

You pulled him into a hug for the first time in your life. You were no longer a prince and a servant. No longer quite the friends you once were. But it seemed like you two were on the path to becoming something else entirely.

A something else that you both looked forward to.

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A/n: I feel like Sanji would treat you very differently if you were his childhood friend. He would be so much more serious than his usual perverted facade because you already know him at his lowest point. Also, Kakuma is a made up cartoon character. I took the name from the Japanese verb Kakumau, which means to shelter/hide/protect—something I really wanted to do for kid Sanji :(

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