#obey me fan fiction idea

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I could be wrong, but I've always been under the assumption that in Obey Me we didn't have prior magic knowledge, or knowledge of the Devildom. This leads me to assume that other people of the general population don't know about either of these things.

Going off this train of thought, technically, Obey Me could be canon in most universes due to the fact that very few people without magic know that the Devildom exists, and even fewer without magic know that magic exists. This could lead to some amazing crossovers between fandoms.

Genshin Impact? Why not, MC got sent to the past and Solomon followed them, so I don't see how this could be untrue. Maybe bend some rules, but why not?

Bungou Stray Dogs? MC's magic could easily be written off as an ability to those who know about them/have them.

Tears of Themis could have MC going off on side-quests with the Brothers and others between their NXX duties and court cases.

Twisted Wonderland is already a pretty popular crossover.

DC may be a bit iffy because I'm pretty sure Lucifer (the show) is canon, so depending on the universe that you're writing it in, creative people could make it work.

I'm not sure if Marvel has a set devil character that may replace any of the brothers, but magic is canon, so you could definitely divert from that.

JJK could easily be written with a crossover between the two where MC and Solomon discover this specific subset of magic that has been isolated and forgotten by the other magic users, and they deal with a specific kind of demon that can only be seen by these magic users.

Tokyo Revengers already has that supernatural element, a story could be about MC taking a vacation or something in Tokyo and wondering what the hell is going on with all these middle schoolers.

One Piece might be a bit tricky, but again, MC has gone back in time before, and Solomon has followed them, so an Isekai is not out of the question, and their magic could be written off as a devil-fruit power.

There are, of course, some where this won't work, such as What in Hell is Bad, because they already have a set canon for hell and the various demons.

But I just think it's a fun concept.

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IM BRAINROTTING ON THE OBEY ME CAST AS FATHERS,

how would they name their children???😩😩😩

how the obey me brothers would name their children

disclaimer; these are my personal headcanons, feel free to tell which names you liked the most!

edit;;i posted the side characters version too! go check it out if you want <//3

genre; fluff

lucifer;

lucifer would either name the baby with a variation of his name, or homage somebody or something dear to him

if it’s a boy, lucian or lucius. both names means light, if it’s a girl, he would call her lilith. danica is a second option: the name means morning star.

mammon;

he would either name his baby after something expensive. another option is mashing up your names together

if it’s a boy he would go for midas, which means touch of gold, or straight up fortune,

if its a girl, esmeralda which means emerald. or diamond, the name speak for itself.

leviathan;

definitely name his baby to reference something he likes. some people may think he would name his children after an anime character he likes, but that is not the case

if it’s a boy, henry without a doubt, the name means house ruler. he would also like christopher, to simeon’s joy, which means bearing christ. very very ironic.

if its a girl, mira, which means ocean. he also likes umiko, a japanese name that means child of the sea.

satan;

he takes inspiration from human literature and would name his baby after a character or author he particularly likes.

if it’s a boy, william which means protection and desire. he chose it because of william sherlock scott holmes, probably the most famous fictional detective in the history of literature, it’s also a reference to shakespeare. another boy name is dante which means everlasting, after the italian poet dante alighieri, that wrote “the divine comedy”, which is set in heaven, purgatory and then hell.

if it’s a girl he would name her juliet which means youthful, another tribute to shakespearen literature. emma, after jane austen’s book, is also a name he likes, it’s means whole or universal.

asmodeus;

he only choose the name if it’s pretty. often goes for floral and fancy names that sound aesthetically pleasing to him.

if it’s a boy, narciso which means of narcissus, named after the myth.

he briefly considered cupid but he threw away the idea and choose a simple but pretty name like prince, which means royal son.

if it’s a girl, regina which means queen, or bellerose which means beautiful rose.

beelzebub;

he is a family-oriented person, and will try to pass his values to his children.

if it’s a boy, titan which means defender. despite being the name of a fruit, he also likes açaí which means weeping fruit.

if it’s a girl, ohana which means family in hawaiian, another name he consider is belarmina which means beautiful armor, he choose it because it’s starts with ‘bel’, just like his and belphegor’s name.

belphegor;

big fan of space-related names, it’s even easier for him since there are a lot of stars and constellations he can get his inspiration from. like lucifer, he would also try to pay homage to lilith.

if it’s a boy, sirius which means glowing, named after the brightest star in the earth’s night sky. he also likes badar which means full moon.

if it’s a girl, a name variation of lilith, something like lilithe or just lili. he also likes alrisha, one of the brightest star of the pisces constellation, since pisces is his and beelzebub’s zodiacal sign.

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Water | Solo Sikoa x BlackFem!OC | 18+!!!! SMUT

Description: Raya is really into Solo's new persona.

Song: Water by Tyla

Face Claim: Kat Graham

Warnings: Spanking, Hand/Glove kink, teasing, Dom/sub dynamic, use of panties as a gag, doggy style (and he cums on her ass), kneeling, degradation (use of the word slut), petnames (baby/babygirl), daddy kink, brat taming, begging, praise (good girl).

Check out my previous Solo x Raya story here and my entire Masterlist here.

Again, MDNI!!! THIS IS AN 18+ FAN FICTION. As always my stories are kayfabe based.

Solo Sikoa had been on a roll lately, and it was all thanks to his newfound confidence in the ring, and outside of it for that matter. With Roman Reigns on hiatus for the foreseeable future, he'd stepped up to take charge of SmackDown and become one of its most dominant Superstars even recruiting one of their many cousins, Tama Tonga to join the fray. He was taking this whole tribal heir thing a little more seriously than anyone had expected, especially Paul who quite frankly had no idea what to do.

And with all that confidence came a change in attitude as well: gone were the days when he played second fiddle or stood quite in the background. Now, he was taking what he wanted, living up to the lyrics of his theme song 'Taking it all...' and making sure everyone knew it too.

Raya, his girlfriend, really just couldn't get enough of those sexy black leather gloves and tight-fitting suits. Normally she could keep her cool but tonight she's wildin'. The jewelry. All of it. He was accessorizing now? The fuck? Since when? She thought to herself as she watched her man on TV throwing around Kevin Owens. Poor guy. But damn did her man look good fucking him up.

It was early Saturday morning when Solo walked through the door of his apartment after a late night flight following Smackdown, still riding high on the adrenaline rush from everything that had happened. He could tell by Raya's smile and playful attitude that she was eager to see him too, but there was something else in her eyes as well... desire? Need? She looked ready to jump his bones.

"Hey babygirl," he said casually as he kicked off his shoes and took a seat on the couch next to her having thrown his bags aside. "What's up?"

"Oh, nothing much," Raya replied, her voice laced with a hint of flirtation. "Just thinking about how hot you looked out there last night." Solo smirked at that and leaned in closer to kiss her on the cheek.

"I missed you," Solo whispered in her ear, his hand slowly moving up and down her thigh. Raya shivered at the touch and turned to face him fully, a look of anticipation on her face. She had been waiting for this all day long, since last night, ever since she saw those leather gloves he'd been wearing. She'd fantasized about the feeling of them all over her body.

"You know, I was thinking about those gloves you wore last night," Raya said coyly. "I really liked the way they looked on your hands." Solo smirked and leaned back against the couch, letting his fingers trace along her skin as he thought about what she was suggesting.

"Damn, baby, my gloves did it for you like that?" Solo chuckled lowly.

Raya rolled her eyes playfully, trying to hide the fact that she was getting turned on by his teasing. "Maybe," she said with a sly grin. "Or maybe it's just you in general."

Solo leaned forward suddenly, his eyes narrowing as he grabbed Raya's chin and tilted her head up so that she was looking directly at him. "You just roll yo' damn eyes at me? think you need to be reminded of who's in charge here," he said firmly. "..'Cause it definitely isn't you."

"Now, I want you to be a good girl and get on your knees for me," Solo commanded. Raya's eyes widened at the sudden shift in his tone, but she obeyed without hesitation. She dropped down onto her knees in front of him and looked up at him with a mixture of excitement and anticipation... wondering what he had planned next. "Stay" He commanded before stepping into the bedroom rumbling through his bag for something.

The gloves. He slipped them on slowly as he approached her, making her pussy pulse with desire.

Raya watched with bated breath as Solo approached her, his big brown eyes locked on hers and the black leather gloves gleaming in the light. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as he got closer, almost like a predator stalking it's prey. Solo stood in front of her, towering over her small frame as he stared down at her with an intense gaze. "I want you to beg me for what you really want," he said softly but firmly, his fingers tracing along the edges of the gloves on his hands.

Raya swallowed hard, her mind racing as she tried to figure out how to respond. She knew what he wanted from her but it was difficult for her to bring herself to say the words out loud... especially when he was looking at her like that. "Please," she finally whispered after a few moments of silence. "I want you." she added, "Want your hands all over my body."

Solo smirked at her response and leaned down so that his face was only inches away from hers. "I'm sorry, what was that?" he asked teasingly. "You need to speak up if you want me to hear you."

God dammit, she didn't know whether she should thank Roman or kick his ass when she sees him for creating this glorious monster in front of her. Raya took a deep breath and tried to steady her voice. "I want you," she repeated, louder this time. "Please... I need you."

Solo crouched down and gently cupped her chin, his gloved thumb brushing against her bottom lip as he stared at her intently. "Good girl," he murmured before leaning in to kiss her passionately. His hand slid down to the back of her neck, holding onto it firmly as they kissed for several long moments. Raya was feeling like she was going to melt into a puddle right there on the floor. He was only making her hotter

When Solo finally broke the kiss, he pulled her up to her feet and made quick work of removing her dress and bra leaving her in just her pretty little red lace panties before he led her over to the bed room. He pushed Raya down onto the bed gently and climbed on top of her, his body pressing against hers as he pinned both of her arms above her head with one hand singular gloved hand, while the other travels down her body cupping her breast.

Raya let out a low moan as Solo's hand traveled down her body, his touch sending shivers up and down her spine. She could feel the leather of his gloves against her skin and it was driving her wild, setting off her whole body.

Solo smirked as he noticed the way Raya was squirming underneath him, her body writhing with pleasure from his touch. "Such a dirty little slut. Bet you soaked." he whispered into her ear before biting down on her earlobe playfully. His hand continued to explore every inch of her body, tracing patterns across her skin and making sure to pay special attention to all of the sensitive spots that drove her crazy before finally reaching the waistband of her panties.

Raya gasped as Solo's hand slid underneath her panties, his fingers brushing against her sensitive skin. She could feel herself getting more and more aroused with each passing moment... every touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. He slowly teasingly slides her panties down her legs and thinks for a moment, the wet spot on then making him smirk. He chuckled a bit. "Open that pretty lil mouth, baby." Solo said.

Raya complies opening up for him, he stuffs her damp panties into her mouth, grinning satisfied with himself.

Raya moans softly as she feels her own fill up her mouth, the taste of herself on them making it even more exciting.

Solo smirked down at Raya, enjoying the sight of her with a mouth full of panties. "That's better," he said softly as he began to unbutton his shirt and toss it aside followed by his pants and boxers. He then leaned down and kissed her neck slowly, leaving a trail of kisses along her skin before moving back up to whisper in her ear again. "Do you like having your own soaking wet panties stuffed into your mouth?"

Raya's words come out muffled and unintelligible. Solo laughs and smirks. "Poor baby. Can't hear a word you sayin'. Shouldn't have decided to a brat earlier. Guess you just gon' have to take whatever daddy decides to give you." he teases.

Raya tried to say something in response but it was no use, her words were completely muffled by the panties that filled up her mouth. She let out a frustrated groan as Solo teased her and continued to taunt her about being a brat earlier... which was absolutely true. But that is neither here nor there.

"All fours, baby girl. Now." He demanded.

Raya quickly obeyed Solo's command, rolling over onto her hands and knees, her ass perched high in the air, her back arched just the way he likes.

Solo walked around Raya slowly, admiring her body and taking in every inch of it. His eyes traveled down to the curve of her ass. He ran a hand over it gently before slapping it harshly. Raya let out a yelp as Solo's hand made contact with her ass, the sudden impact causing her ass to jiggle for him, that damn glove adding something to the experience.

"That was for rolling your eyes at me." he said, "Thought I forgot or some shit." he chuckled spanking her ass again.

Raya groaned softly as Solo spanked her again, the sharp pain mixing with a sense of pleasure that she didn't quite understand. He was blowing her mind. Setting off her whole body. It was like he knew exactly what buttons to push to make her feel things she never thought possible... and it was driving her crazy.

Raya gasps as feels Solo enter her from behind, his cock sliding inside of her with ease. She lets out a low moan as he begins to thrust into her slowly.

Solo's movements become more intense as he picks up the pace, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he drives himself deeper and harder into her. She can feel herself getting closer to orgasm with each passing moment

Raya can't hold back anymore and lets out a loud moan as she climaxes, her body shaking with pleasure. She can hear Solo's breathing getting heavier as he continues to thrust into her, his movements becoming more erratic until finally, she feels him pull out of her shooting his warm seed all over her ass.

She collapses onto the bed, panting heavily and feeling completely spent but also satisfied in ways that she never thought possible. Raya lays on the bed, her body still tingling from her recent orgasm.

"Good girl," he whispers tenderly before laying down beside her and leaning down to kiss her softly on the forehead.

Yeah, Raya loved this new side of Solo. Roman and Cody could both expect a thank you card from her.

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Lost and Found: A Pirates Promise

Chapter 45: The Last Stand

This gif because Ichiji finally arrives to whole cake island

And this gif because Sanji in the next chapter is going to fight with luffy.

And this song because when we get to that final POV, which is Sanji's yall will feel it, when Y/N says it. Also this song is way to good LMFAO

A/N: and we are back at it again with another chapter! Yall, I have been going back and forth with some of the writing that I now have original drafts of some of the chapters. I felt inspired by some and others. I was like maybe this would work, to which I enjoyed so much that it has now been added. When I tell you, the changes, the angst, the betrayal, and everything is going to be wild! We got some Ichiji POV, Sanji POV, and Y/N POV. The ending tho.. so much hurt. Thank you guys so much for following, liking, reblogging, just following along with the fan fiction. I believe it's this chapter or the next one that has a few song lyrics that are spanish, but I translated it to english, I will add the song onto here so that way once you read it you’ll understand it. The song is called La Media Vuelta by Luis Miguel… and dont worry… there'll be more songs coming as well. We added that flair and AU to these bad boys, while also sticking to the anime pacing. And without further ado. Let the adventure begin! 

Word count: 9.7K

Sanji x Reader, Sanji x Y/N, One piece X Reader 

Y/N POV… 

I watched as Nami kissed the vivre card, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Ohh, I like where this is going," I said, seeing the panic ripple through the homies as they sensed what was coming. Their eyes widened, full of fear. The power of Lola's vivre card was undeniable, and I couldn't help but grin.

"Didn't you hear what the tree said before that? The whole plan spilled right out!" I added, laughing at how things were turning in our favor. Pound, still trying to wrap his head around it, asked how exactly having the vivre card was going to help.

Nami, in all her brilliance, decided to use King Baum's voice to explain, mimicking his deep, trembly accent. I couldn't hold it in—I burst out laughing, wiping a tear from my eye. "Nami, stop!" I gasped, clutching my stomach. It was too much.

But the moment didn’t last long. Nami’s senses were sharp, and she turned her attention to Randolph and the stork, who were trying to sneak away. "Not so fast, you two!" she called out.

Randolph, the rabbit, immediately pointed to the stork. "Apologies, it was his idea!" he said, quick to throw his partner under the bus.

"He's lying!" the stork squawked, flustered.

Nami didn't let them off the hook so easily. "Here’s the deal—you forest creatures are going to be my loyal subjects from now on. Any questions?" she declared with an air of confidence. King Baum and Randolph started to protest, their voices shaky and unsure.

"Ohh, you wanna do this the hard way? Go ahead and try me," Nami challenged, her eyes gleaming with power. The homies quivered in fear. It was clear who was in control now.

"Listen up—here’s your first order. You guys go help Luffy!" Nami commanded, her voice ringing with authority. The homies, reluctant at first, began to murmur their protests.

"Well, are you going to argue, or are you going to help Luffy?!" Nami snapped, the vivre card glowing faintly in her hand. Its power over them was absolute, and they had no choice but to follow her orders.

"This vivre card is coming in pretty handy, if I do say so myself," Nami added with a smirk.

I grinned, nodding in agreement. "No kidding, you’ve got them wrapped around your finger," I said, watching the homies scramble to obey. The tables had turned in our favor, and now it was time to make our move.

The homies began to murmur among themselves, confusion evident on their faces. "Has anybody seen where that red-haired girl went? And the one with the bandana on her head?" they asked, their voices tinged with concern.

"Ohh, we're right here!" Nami chirped, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as we revealed ourselves inside King Baum's mouth. The tension in the air shifted, and I couldn't help but laugh at their bewilderment.

Nami raised Lola’s vivre card triumphantly. "I thought I told you to help out Luffy fighting Cracker," she said, her tone dripping with authority.

Pound was now lounging comfortably in one of King Baum's trunks, looking a bit too relaxed for my liking. "Have you seen him? He's pretty strong," the flower homie said, glancing nervously around.

"Like I care," Nami replied, her voice sharp. She looked at me, and we both shared a knowing grin. "Listen here and listen good—no matter how many of you wither, it won't bother us one bit."

The homies all gasped in shock, their eyes wide as they processed our words. The sheer audacity of our claim seemed to unsettle them.

"So you guys are afraid of General Cracker? What about Big Mom?" I taunted, feeling a surge of confidence.

Nami continued to hold the vivre card high, her determination unwavering. "Which one is scarier?" she asked, her voice playful yet commanding.

"You are!" the homies squeaked in unison, their faces pale with fear.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at their reaction. "See? Even they know not to mess with us," I said, feeling the exhilaration of our newfound power.

Nami winked at me, and we shared a moment of camaraderie. "Now, let's get back out there and show them what we can do!" she declared, her spirit infectious. 

Ichiji POV…

We finally arrived at the Germa Kingdom after two days of travel. The moment the castle came into view, a sense of anticipation washed over me, but my thoughts were preoccupied with a little someone who wore a white dress—my fiancée, Y/N. She should be arriving at Whole Cake soon, I thought, excitement bubbling in my chest as the plan fell into motion.

My gaze flicked to the engagement ring nestled securely in its box, the diamonds glinting in the light. I stared at it, imagining how it would look on Y/N’s finger. I could almost see her beaming smile as I slipped it onto her hand, her eyes sparkling with surprise and joy. From the moment I first saw her fight, her fierce spirit ignited something deep inside me—an insatiable hunger that only she could satisfy. Even though our marriage was arranged, I was determined to claim her entirely, to make her mine in every way.

“Hey, Ichiji, still daydreaming about your little princess?” Niji teased, stepping off the ship beside me.

“Just mind your own business,” I shot back, though a small smile tugged at my lips. The cheers of Germa soldiers welcomed us as we entered the kingdom, their voices echoing in the air.

“Welcome back, Master Ichiji!” one soldier called, his enthusiasm infectious.

“Congratulations on your engagement!” another soldier shouted, and a swell of pride washed over me. The admiration of my comrades filled me with a sense of purpose. "You two are made for each other!" yelled another soldier, and I felt my chest swell at the thought. Whether Y/N wanted this marriage or not was no longer my concern, especially since we had something of hers hostage.

“Master Ichiji, Master Niji, it’s been a while!” another soldier chimed in, his voice brimming with excitement.

“I can’t believe they ended that long battle at Broc coli Island!” yelled a third, causing a wave of chatter to ripple through the crowd.

“Why isn’t he coming out to greet us? Where is he?” Niji asked, scanning the area for the failure of a brother, Sanji.

“Knock it off, Niji,” I replied, irritation creeping into my voice. The last thing I needed was to hear about Sanji right now.

As we made our way to the castle, I could feel the energy shifting, anticipation hanging thick in the air. “Hey, Dad! We’re back!” I called out, stepping into the dining room.

“Great work, Ichiji and you too, Niji!” our father boomed, his authoritative voice resonating in the grand hall as he sat on his throne, radiating an air of power and dominance. “Have the arrangements been made like I asked?” I inquired, my gaze fixed on one of the handmaids, an edge of command in my tone.

“Yes, young master. Allow me to bring in the paperwork for you,” she purred, the flattery grating on my nerves.

“Where is he?” Niji interrupted, scanning the room for our brother Sanji.

“Right here,” Reiju said, stepping in with Sanji trailing behind her.

“Sanji! Wow, you really didn’t die! Check you out,” Niji mocked, his laughter echoing through the hall. I remained composed, my expression unwavering as I focused on Sanji.

His eyes met mine, a storm of rage and disbelief swirling within them. “Don’t you want to congratulate Ichiji on his marriage to Princess Y/N? I know she’s your crewmate and all, but…” I laughed, enjoying the discomfort that hung in the air like a thick fog.

“Ichiji, have you gotten the chance to see her yet?” our father asked, genuine curiosity lighting up his features.

“Yes, I did,” I replied, letting the words flow smoothly, enjoying the moment. “I actually spotted her back in Chocolat town, wearing a short white dress.” The vivid image of Y/N in that dress ignited a fire within me, and I savored Sanji’s reaction. His tension was palpable, his fists clenching at his sides.

“She looked exquisite, like an angel among mere mortals,” I added, a smug grin spreading across my face. The frustration etched on Sanji's face was more than satisfying; it was intoxicating. I could almost taste the victory on my tongue.

“Have you told her yet?” Reiju interjected, the playful tone in her voice adding to the amusement.

“Not yet, but soon,” I said, savoring the anticipation that bubbled beneath the surface. “I want it to be unforgettable, something that’ll make her realize how fortunate she is.”

Sanji’s gaze hardened, his frustration boiling over. “Why are you so obsessed with this? It’s not what she wants!”

“Obsession? No, Sanji. It’s about claiming what’s rightfully mine,” I replied, a carefree air masking the hunger brewing inside me. “This is an arrangement, and she’ll learn to embrace it. I’ll make sure of that.”

Niji couldn't resist the chance to poke fun at Sanji. “Hahaha, looks like you got yourself a fancy gift. Shackles always did suit you; takes you back, doesn’t it?” he taunted, his laughter echoing through the dining room.

Sanji slapped Niji’s hand away, rising to his feet, his head held high, eyes blazing with indignation. 

“Ichiji and Niji, you both must be exhausted from the trip. Why not grab something to eat?” our father interjected, a tone of authority in his voice that quelled the brewing tension.

After changing out of our raid suits and into our usual attire, I opted for a black long-sleeve shirt and a red cravat paired with white dress pants, feeling the weight of my responsibilities settle onto my shoulders. The lavish spread before us looked tempting, and we dove into the meal, savoring each bite.

“I’m sorry, young master, but here are the papers for you to review,” the handmaid from before said, approaching with a stack of documents.

“Good, you’re dismissed,” I replied, waving her away without a second thought. The others continued their banter, but I could sense Sanji’s eyes boring into me, filled with suppressed fury.

“What’s that?” Yonji asked, leaning closer, curiosity etched on his face.

I smirked, keeping my focus on the papers. “These are the arrangements I have planned for when my fiancée arrives,” I replied confidently. “Clothing stocked, shoes stocked, wine stocked, flowers stocked… and her dresses for the events, one of which is the lunch with Big mom.” I paused for effect, allowing the anticipation to build in the room.

“The pale yellow halter dress, openback with a high slit for her left thigh,” I continued, relishing the moment. “Perfect for the lunch” My eyes flicked up to Sanji, who was gritting his teeth, his expression a mix of disbelief and frustration as he chewed through the meal.

“What do you think? Isn’t it exquisite?” I asked, the teasing lilt in my voice as I enjoyed his reaction.

“Exquisite? More like tasteless,” Sanji snapped, glaring at me.

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, brother,” I shot back, leaning back in my chair, basking in the warmth of my triumph. “I’m just looking out for her. After all, it’s not every day you get to dress up a princess, right?”

“Maybe she’d prefer someone who actually cares about her feelings,” he muttered, trying to maintain his composure.

Reiju, who had been listening quietly, leaned forward, her interest piqued. “Ichiji, can I see the ring?”

Reiju leaned forward, her curiosity piqued as I pulled out the engagement ring from my pocket. The brilliance of the diamonds sparkled under the light, but it was the deep red ruby nestled in the center that truly caught her eye.

“Wow, it’s beautiful,” she remarked, inspecting the ring closely. The ruby glinted like a captured flame, drawing attention to its significance. “She’ll love it. But will she love you?”

I shrugged, confidence radiating from me. “She will come to love me. I’ll make sure of it. This is just the beginning.”

The glint in Sanji’s eyes darkened as he shot back, “You can’t force love, Ichiji. She deserves someone who truly cares for her.”

“Of course, and that someone is me,” I countered, relishing the challenge. “Soon, everyone will see how perfect we are together.”

My father straightened in his seat, the air thick with authority as he began to discuss the fall of the Bro Coli regime due to Doflamingo not supplying them weapons, since he was defeated, a significant victory for our family. “And as I last recall, Ichiji, didn’t your fiancée face Doflamingo, even defeating one of his top executives?” he said, pride glimmering in his eyes.

“Yes, she’s impressive,” I replied, a sense of satisfaction swelling within me. I couldn’t help but feel drawn to her fierce spirit even more with every mention of her strength.

Yonji took another bite of his bread, his smirk deepening as he continued, "If she's anything like she was when we first saw her during that broadcast, then I definitely should've called dibs first." His words carried an edge, but the real sting came next. "And if she's anything like what I just saw—wearing that short blue skirt and cropped tank back on that ship, showing off that body—man, I really should’ve made a move sooner."

I turned to Yonji, my patience running thin. "Watch your mouth," I said with a sharpness that wiped the smirk from his face. "She's still my fiancée, and I won’t tolerate any disrespect toward her."

He raised his hands in mock surrender, though his eyes still twinkled with amusement. "Alright, alright. Just saying—"

"You’ve said enough," I interrupted, my voice low and deadly.

Sanji, who had been quiet until now, shot up, his eyes widening. “Wait, what broadcast?” His voice was tight, filled with both confusion and anger.

Yonji laughed, clearly enjoying the tension in the air. "Oh, you didn’t know? Back at Punk Hazard, Ichiji here couldn’t keep his eyes off her when she fought that bird woman. It was a hell of a fight." He chuckled again. “He was practically drooling over the screen.”

Sanji’s face twisted in fury. “So you’ve been watching her this whole time?” he growled, stepping closer, fists clenched. "You bastards were the damn brokers keeping tabs on her!"

I didn’t flinch as Sanji’s anger erupted. Instead, I leaned back, my smirk widening. “Of course, Sanji. You didn’t think we’d ignore someone as... valuable as her, did you? After all, she’s soon to be part of the Vinsmoke family.”

Sanji’s face flushed with rage, his hands shaking as he fought to contain himself. “You don’t have the right to call her that,” he spat, barely keeping his voice steady, his fury palpable. "She’s not yours."

“Right or wrong, it doesn’t matter,” I shot back, enjoying the tension in the room. “She’s mine now. And once she’s here, you’ll have to get used to it.”

The anticipation of her arrival and the subsequent confrontation hung in the air like a storm cloud, and I couldn’t wait to see how she would handle it. 

“Bear this in mind: the power we will be gaining is tremendous! The power of Germa will strengthen!” my father declared, his voice booming with authority and excitement. It was rare to see him this animated, and I could feel a swell of pride in my chest.

Niji leaned back in his chair, a smirk plastered on his face. “You should be honored, Sanji, since you’re marrying one of Big Mom’s daughters. Who would have predicted you’d come in handy?” The jab was sharp, intended to provoke, and I could see Sanji’s jaw clench, a mix of defiance and anger simmering just beneath the surface.

“There's still food on your plate, don’t waste it, Niji,” Sanji said, trying to keep his cool despite the tension.

“This? Yeah, I’m done—not hungry,” Niji retorted, pushing his plate away in mock disgust.

“Finish it! You don’t know the value of food, you stuck-up prince!” Sanji snapped back, his eyes blazing with indignation.

“Shut the hell up!” Niji fired back, clearly irritated. He waved his hand, calling over the head chef, Cossette. “This vile slop you served us caused my brother to upset me!” His voice dripped with disdain as he held up the dish, ready to hurl it.

Before Niji could throw it, Sanji sprang up, his anger reaching its peak. “You low-life bastard! Are you trying to leave a scar on a lady's face?” he yelled, stepping between Niji and Cossette.

Sanji POV.. 

I couldn’t stand these arrogant bastards. The way they carried themselves, like they owned the world, made my blood boil. But what stoked the flames of my fury even more was the fact that Ichiji was using Y/N, my darling princess, my fiancée (a lie, but it gave me a sense of grounding), as a pawn in his twisted game. And to make matters worse, Niji almost hit Cossette! A woman! Was he trying to scar her face?

“Huh, a lady?” Niji scoffed, his tone dripping with disdain. “How stupid are you defending a kitchen wench?” He grinned as if relishing the chaos.

I crouched down, looking at the food that was now strewn across the floor. “Now there’s food all over the floor,” I said, eyeing the mess.

“It’s called aligot,” I said, “and it’s made with cheese blended with mashed potatoes. Potatoes are very nutritious. I assume this fine concoction, due to your noble status, was chosen for you—a fine course for breakfast.” I shoved a spoonful into my mouth, relishing the rich flavors.

“Don’t, Master Sanji! Royal blood mustn’t eat off the floor!” Cossette chimed in beside me, her voice a mixture of concern and urgency.

“The flavor is impeccable,” I muttered, still chewing.

“Poverty has done a number on you, Sanji! Don’t taint our bloodline!” Niji spat, advancing toward me, fists clenched. Just as he was about to land a hit, I locked eyes with him.

“Think of the wedding! Stop!” Father’s voice cut through the tension, and Niji halted his strike, though his rage simmered beneath the surface.

“I’m embarrassed to even be related to you! Disrespecting food is one thing, but raising your hand to a woman is sick!” I said, my gaze now directed toward Ichiji. “And forcing a woman into a marriage she didn’t want is vile!”

“Just because you’re stuck-up princes doesn’t mean you can treat women like dirt!” I shouted, feeling the heat rising in my chest. “Everything you guys do goes against my principles.”

“Oh, Sanji, your head is tainted by the ideologies of the weak! Ever since we were children, your thinking has been incomprehensible! Royalty abides by its own set of rules; you’re out of touch,” Ichiji retorted, his voice dripping with condescension.

“The last thing I want to hear is something out of your mouth!” I yelled back, my anger boiling over.

“Could it be that your ideologies were tainted by this man?” Father interjected, holding up a picture of Zeff, his eyes glinting with malicious intent.

“Big Mom’s information network is impressive,” he continued. “I believe this is a recent photo. Is something wrong? You’re turning white as a ghost,” he taunted.

My eyes widened in horror as the realization sank in.

“In other words, this is just a precaution. I won’t hesitate to relieve this man of his head if you don’t abide by the terms,” he said, his voice low and threatening.

“I wouldn’t do anything drastic if I were you. Forget your friends, accept your marriage to Pudding quietly, and let the princess marry Ichiji. Do that, and everything will work out just fine.”

Panic surged through me as my mind flashed back to the moment Zeff saved me when I was only eight years old, pulling me from the depths of despair, the Baratie, my first real home. His life was on the line now, just like King’s and all of Y/N’s loved ones were at risk. And here I was, completely powerless.

We were both stuck, and there was nothing I could do to stop this.

“Let’s have a peaceful wedding ceremony,” Father said, his voice as cold and commanding as ever. “We will be having lunch with Big Mom and Pudding today, so go get ready shortly.” His eyes glinted with expectation as he leaned back, fully confident in his control over the situation. “Any objections, Sanji?” he added, a subtle smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, daring me to speak up.

I stood there, fists clenched at my sides, staring down at the floor as a storm of emotions churned inside me. Anger, frustration, helplessness—they all threatened to boil over, but what could I say? What could I do that wouldn’t put Zeff, Y/N, and everyone I cared about in danger?

My head bowed in defeat, the weight of everything crashing down on me. Zeff’s life hung in the balance, Y/N was being manipulated, and I was being pushed into a corner with no way out. All for the sake of some twisted family plan to strengthen Germa and align with Big Mom.

Now, I’m faced with another dilemma, and believe me when I say—I truly hate it here. This isn’t my family. These people, with their arrogance and cruelty, they’ve never been my family. I left them behind a long time ago. But here I am, shackled to them once again, powerless to protect the people I love.

All I want is to escape this nightmare. But for now, I have no choice but to play along. For Zeff. For Y/N. I grit my teeth and prepare for the charade to continue.

Y/N POV.. 

We finally made it to where Luffy was, just in time to see Kingbaum slam into General Cracker. "That went better than expected! Kingbaum, Luffy! Are you okay?" Nami asked with concern, glancing back at Luffy as we all tried to catch our breath.

"Luffy, you alright?" I echoed, worry filling my voice.

“Nami, Y/N… I need time to recover from Bounce Man,” Luffy replied, his voice weak and strained.

“What?” Nami asked, wide-eyed.

“Luffy needs at least ten minutes to regain his strength. Bounce Man always takes a lot out of him," I explained, remembering the toll it had taken on him during his battle against Doflamingo back in Dressrosa.

“Alright, I’ll look after you until you rest up,” Nami said as she turned to the homies. “You! Bring Luffy to us and protect him until ten minutes have passed.”

“You gotta do what she commands, homies!” Kingbaum ordered.

The homies quickly dragged Luffy up to us. “Thanks, guys,” Luffy muttered weakly.

“Don’t thank us yet; save your energy,” Nami urged, her voice tight as we heard General Cracker approaching once again.

“That’s our cue, let’s go!” Nami shouted as Kingbaum picked up the pace, trying to get away from Cracker.

“I feel so ashamed!” Kingbaum wept as he lumbered forward.

“Let’s try not to get caught! Pick up the pace!” Nami urged, her voice tense.

“Son of a birch!” Kingbaum cursed. "He's gonna catch up! Can’t you go any faster?” Nami yelled, panic rising in her voice.

“How many minutes have passed?” I asked, my eyes scanning the dense forest ahead.

“Not even the full ten!” Nami replied, clearly agitated.

“Let’s speed it up, you guys!” Nami commanded.

Suddenly, Kingbaum stopped dead in his tracks. “Why’d we stop?” I asked, immediately on alert.

“Who’s this guy?!” Nami cried out, her voice filled with fear as the homies trembled around us.

The homies murmured in terror, “That’s… General Cracker!”

“You mean to tell me General Cracker isn’t an actual biscuit cracker?” I said, half in disbelief.

“That’s not the point!” Nami snapped as we found ourselves surrounded by Cracker’s biscuit soldiers once more.

Cracker grinned menacingly. “Hmm, so humor me, Kingbaum. Want to explain why you’re helping the Straw Hats?” he asked, his voice dripping with mockery.

“Well… you see, I…,” Kingbaum stammered in fear before Cracker sliced off the top of his trunk in one swift motion.

“Ahhh!” Kingbaum howled in pain.

“I’ll just kill you all instead,” Cracker declared coldly as several homies fell, lifeless, around us.

“This guy is scary…” Nami muttered under her breath.

“You surprised? I’m one of the Sweet Three Generals,” Cracker said, pride in his voice.

“Nami, leave this one to me,” I said firmly, my resolve hardening. "I’ll buy us some time."

I reached up and tightened Zoro’s bandana around my head, feeling a sense of comfort in its presence, as if Zoro’s fighting spirit were with me. The fabric hugged my forehead like a protective charm, giving me the focus I needed for the battle ahead. I drew my sword, my fingers gripping the hilt as I pressed the blue gemstone embedded in its handle. A powerful surge of energy pulsed through my veins, different this time—cool and fierce. Ice began to spread over the blade, glistening with blue electricity crackling along its edges.

“Nami, make sure the homies protect Luffy, okay?” I said, my voice steady as I stepped forward to face Cracker.

Cracker grinned, clearly entertained. “And who might you be?” he sneered.

I clenched my left hand, feeling the power surging within me. Without hesitation, I leaped into the air, my blade radiating with frost and lightning.

“Ice Shards!” I cried out, channeling the ice energy in my blade, releasing a barrage of sharp, freezing projectiles that sliced through the air with deadly precision.

The shards spun through the air like frozen stars, aimed directly at Cracker, shattering his biscuit soldiers on contact.

I smirked, stepping forward with confidence. “I’m sure by now you know who I am,” I said, tilting my head, amusement in my tone.

Cracker smirked back, clearly unfazed. “You’re Princess Y/N from the Straw Hat Pirates,” he said coldly.

“In the flesh,” I responded with a mock bow, adding a bit of flair for good measure.

“You think you can humor me with your games?!” Cracker snarled, clearly annoyed.

“Humor? Maybe,” I teased, “but I’m also here to kick your ass.” I straightened up, my eyes narrowing as Cracker clapped his hands, summoning another pair of biscuit soldiers.

“Why not just face me yourself? Forget the biscuits,” I challenged as one of the soldiers lunged at me. I reacted quickly, doing a one-handed backflip, using the momentum to lift my right leg and crack the biscuit soldier's hardened exterior with a single blow.

“Now,” I said, smirking even wider, “are you ready to fight for real? Or are you compensating for something?”

“You’ve definitely been around Zoro way too long, Y/N!” Nami yelled from behind, exasperated.

I chuckled, glancing back at her briefly. “Maybe I have… or maybe it’s his lucky bandana I’m wearing.” I tugged at the bandana tied around my forehead with a wink before turning my full attention back to Cracker.

The electricity and ice continued to course through my blade, the tension rising as Cracker’s grin faded into a more serious expression. This fight was only just beginning.

Cracker’s smirk turned sinister as he eyed me. “Are you sure Straw Hat can’t back you up? Pretty foolish of you to attack me on your own,” he taunted.

I met his gaze without flinching. “I have a duty to protect my captain. If he’s down and I gotta step up, then so be it,” I said with determination. A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. “Besides, it looks to me like you’re all talk and no action, biscuits.”

Cracker’s eyes darkened, his grin disappearing. “Kill her,” he commanded, his voice cold and deadly.

As the two biscuit soldiers lunged at me, their swords gleaming in the sunlight, I leaped into the air, dodging their attack with ease. While suspended mid-air, I tightened my grip on my sword and swung it with precision, summoning the power imbued within.

"King, I hope this is what you had in mind when teaching me this technique," I whispered to myself, my heart pounding with adrenaline.

"Ice Fang!" I shouted, feeling the blade's cold energy surge forward. A wave of sharp, icy spikes shot out from my sword, racing toward the biscuit soldiers. The ice spread across their bodies, freezing them solid in a matter of seconds.

Landing gracefully, I straightened up and smirked. The frozen soldiers stood motionless for a moment before they shattered into a thousand pieces with a loud crack, scattering across the battlefield.

My gaze shifted back to Cracker, who was now glaring at me with fury.

"You’re gonna have to do better than biscuits," I said, confident as ever, gripping my sword tighter. Suddenly, a biscuit soldier appeared behind me, catching me off guard. I faltered for a moment but quickly dodged as another one emerged from the ground. Cracker now stood tall, smirking.

"Not bad, you're rather quick on your feet," Cracker remarked. Before I could react, he appeared behind me. "But you left your back wide open!" He swung his sword, but I managed to block his attack, tumbling from the force. I scrambled to my feet, meeting his gaze.

"Is that son of Germa really that important to you?" he taunted.

"You don’t get it," I snapped, standing firm. "Sanji may be a lot of things, but he’s one of a kind. And if the roles were reversed, he would do everything in his power to protect us!"

"Touchy," Cracker sneered, laughing.

"Are we going to talk, or are you actually going to do something?" I shot back, smirking. "Again, not a good look for you, Mr. Overcompensating."

"I’m not too fond of pain," Cracker growled, lunging at me. "But I doubt you can stop me anyway!"

Switching my sword from my right to my left hand, I clenched my left fist and dashed past him, taunting, "Over here!" He spun around, but I dashed once more, using the momentum to strike. Clenching my right hand this time, I punched him in the abdomen, sending him flying a few feet away. I breathed heavily, trying to steady myself.

Cracker recovered quickly, lunging at me again. I raised my sword to block his attack, but his strikes were relentless, forcing me to fall back with each blow.

"You're quite a feisty one, aren’t you?" he said, amused.

"So I've been told," I muttered, struggling to catch my breath.

"Marriage or not," Cracker grinned, "I think I’m going to take my sweet time killing you." He raised his sword, preparing to strike.

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out. "Don’t you touch her!" Cracker was sent flying, crashing into the ground. Luffy stood there, glaring at him.

"Y/N is part of my crew!" Luffy declared. I let out a sigh of relief, collapsing onto my back for a brief moment.

"Sorry I took so long," Luffy said, flashing me a smile.

I got up and smiled back at him. "It's fine, biscuits all yours."

With a graceful leap, I landed back inside King Baum’s mouth. Nami immediately hugged me tightly.

"You scared me back there!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling.

"Sorry about that, Nami," I said softly, placing my sword behind me and falling to my knees, feeling the weight of the battle finally catch up to me.

"Cocky punk, it does take a lot of nerve to pick a fight with Mama," Cracker sneered, glaring at Luffy.

"Hey Nami, Y/N, have the trees protect you," Luffy said, never taking his eyes off Cracker. Nami nodded confidently, pulling out Lola’s Vivre Card with a grin, knowing it would render the homies powerless.

Cracker’s expression darkened. "Those traitorous trees and your friends are next, of course."

But Luffy wasn’t paying attention to Cracker's threats. Instead, his focus was on the burnt biscuits littering the battlefield. "That smells good," he muttered, his stomach growling.

"They’re still food!" Luffy’s eyes lit up. "Then that makes it easy!"

Nami smirked and pulled out a Weather Egg. "Rain Spark!" she called, unleashing rain from the sky. The biscuit soldiers, hard and durable, quickly softened under the downpour.

"I get it—you soften the biscuits!" I exclaimed, realizing Nami’s plan.

With the biscuits softened, Luffy wasted no time. He began tearing into them, eating each one with fervor as Cracker summoned more.

Cracker clapped his hands, summoning a fresh wave of biscuit soldiers, but they were no match for the hungry pirate. "Yum, these are good," Luffy said, his mouth full, barely slowing down between bites.

"That son of a birch is eating the biscuits!" Kingbaum exclaimed in disbelief. Every time Cracker created new soldiers, Luffy devoured them just as quickly.

"What is with this guy?!" Cracker yelled, frustration evident as Luffy ate the biscuits faster than they could attack.

"Luffy, let's fall back for a sec," Nami suggested, trying to pull him away from the endless biscuits.

"No way, I’m eating them all," Luffy replied stubbornly, his face determined.

Nami smirked, knowing exactly how to get his attention. "What if I told you I can make them more delicious?"

Luffy's eyes widened with excitement. "More delicious?! Let’s go!" He immediately followed us, dragging the biscuit soldiers along with him.

Minutes passed, and Luffy had eaten every biscuit Cracker could produce, leaving the Sweet General visibly rattled.

"Luffy is really putting in the work," I said to Nami, watching in awe as Luffy continued to devour the endless biscuit army.

"When it comes to food, there’s no stopping him," Nami laughed.

"You little punk!" Cracker shouted, incredulous. "How are you still eating?!"

"How much more can his stomach take?" Kingbaum whispered in disbelief. "He’s going to explode!"

"Looks like Cracker is starting to wear out," I said to Nami, eyeing the Sweet Commander as his exhaustion began to show. His movements were sluggish, and the frustration on his face was undeniable.

"As for you, King Baum," Cracker growled, his tone dripping with malice, "Mama is going to be furious about your betrayal."

He turned his attention back to me, his expression twisted with irritation. "This would’ve been over long ago if you hadn’t saved that insufferable woman," he sneered, clearly referring to me.

"My biscuit warriors are supposed to be invincible!" he yelled in frustration, pacing angrily. "And now look! That orange-haired girl reduced them into—into yummy crunchy goodness!" His voice cracked as he tried to keep up his pride.

I couldn’t help but smirk, taking full advantage of his moment of weakness. "Again with the biscuits," I said, stepping forward confidently. "You’re really overcompensating for something, Cracker. It’s okay to admit you can’t perform... well," I added with a teasing smile, placing my hand on the bandana Zoro had given me, now tied around my head. "Maybe it’s just not your day."

Cracker’s face flushed with anger as he gritted his teeth. "You insolent—"

"Stop your whining! This is a pirate battle!" Nami interrupted with a fierce glare. "So what if I found out your weakness? It doesn't mean you can take it out on my underlings!"

I burst out laughing. "Ooooh, underlings! Y'all just got dropped a tier, homies!" I teased, wiping away fake tears of laughter.

"What?! Underlings! Is that what we’re reduced to now?!" one of the homies exclaimed in disbelief.

"Is that a problem?" Nami asked coolly, waving Lola's Vivre Card in her hand.

"No, ma’am!" the homies responded, shrinking back under the power of the card.

Meanwhile, Luffy continued to stuff his face with biscuits, much to Cracker’s horror. "So you’re finally full!" Cracker shouted, desperate to end the madness.

"He’s just getting started!" Nami retorted, though even she was starting to look concerned. Luffy's belly was swollen beyond comprehension.

"Nami, he looks like he’s going to pop," I said, half concerned, half in awe of Luffy’s appetite.

"There’s no way he can eat more!" the homies yelled, eyes wide with shock.

"I don’t need you to throw up to win this!" Cracker bellowed, rushing toward Luffy with his sword raised. "I’ll slice you up!"

"Careful, Luffy!" I yelled, gripping my sword.

But Luffy, grinning from ear to ear, was unfazed. "Joke's on you! I’m stuffed with power! Muscle Balloon!" Luffy shouted, inflating his body further by blowing into his arm, swelling to an enormous size.

"What the hell?" Cracker stammered, suddenly backing away, realizing too late what was about to happen.

"Fourth Gear, go!" Luffy declared, his body transforming into an even bigger, more intimidating form. "I call this Tank Man: Stuffed Version!"

Cracker attempted to slash at Luffy, but his attack did nothing to the hulking form. "You’ve pushed me over the edge! It’s over—time to die!" Cracker screamed in frustration, trying desperately to land a blow on Luffy.

Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of light. Nami and I shielded our eyes. "Luffy!" we shouted, worried.

When the light faded, Cracker was being sucked into Luffy’s massive form. "Gomu Gomu no Cannonball!" Luffy roared, launching Cracker far into the distance, his biscuit soldiers crumbling into pieces.

"He did it!" Nami and I screamed in unison, hugging each other in excitement.

"Luffy, you alright?" Nami asked as we rushed over to him.

"Uh-huh," he groaned, clearly exhausted but triumphant.

"It looks like you’re shrinking," Nami observed, noticing Luffy’s body deflating slowly.

"That’s because Fourth Gear uses a lot of energy," Luffy explained, his voice tired but still full of satisfaction. He lay back, too full to move.

Suddenly, from behind a tree, Pound stepped out. "So, there you are!" Nami exclaimed.

"Pound! You were hiding this whole time?!" I yelled, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Kind of... I ran away so Cracker wouldn't kill me. I for sure thought you were going to lose," said Pound, rubbing his neck nervously.

"Wow, such faith," I said, rolling my eyes at his bluntness.

"Kind of blunt, don’t you think?" Nami added with a sigh.

"That was scary... but we won!" Nami exclaimed, her face lighting up with a grin as we both laughed and cheered in victory.

We glanced over at King Baum, Pound, and the other homies, who weren't exactly celebrating. "Would it kill you to cheer? We beat one of Big Mom's top fighters, after all!" Nami shouted, hands on her hips.

Pound, still looking frantic, responded, "Listen, you're in much more trouble than before! Once Mama's rage is awakened, there's no stopping her! In other words, you need to get the heck out of here before she finds out what you did to her boys!"

"She can get as mad as she wants; I don’t care! I’m the one who should be mad here!" Luffy grumbled from the ground, still too full to move. "How could Sanji leave without telling us why? All we got is a dumb note!"

"You're right, Captain," I said, feeling the frustration boil up inside me. "I'mma knock some sense into him for writing me that note and saying we were engaged!" My voice was laced with annoyance, fists clenched as I thought about the situation.

Nami smirked at me, her frustration mirroring mine. "Honestly, what was he thinking?" she muttered under her breath.

"We only made it this far using Pudding’s map, and no one has seen Pekoms," said Luffy. "We should have gotten Sanji by now, but he didn’t show up at the coast. I don’t know if they got lost or if this is a trap. Once Sanji gets married, he'll be part of Big Mom's crew, and it'll be too late. We have to get moving!"

Luffy, still struggling to get up from the ground, groaned in determination. "Cracker did say there was a ceremony today." "It’s still morning; we might have enough time to stop them!" Nami said, a glimmer of hope in her voice.

"Hey, tree! You know where the castle is?" Luffy called out.

King Baum hesitated before replying, "Yes…"

"Good, you're carrying me there!" Luffy declared with renewed energy.

"I refus—" King Baum started, but quickly clammed up when Nami pulled out the vivre card with a threatening smile.

"We’re taking Sanji back and stopping your wedding, Y/N," Luffy said firmly, his voice full of resolve.

"Oh, Y/N, here’s your bag," Nami said, suddenly remembering. She handed me my satchel, and I grinned.

"Thanks, Nami," I said, relieved to have it back. I pressed all three gemstones on my sword, watching as it shrunk before placing one of the blades inside the bag, the other securely fastened to my thigh halter.

With a final glance at the others, I gave a confident nod. "Alright, I’m ready."

Sanji POV…

As I entered the chariot, my heart felt heavier with every passing second. My mind raced, torn between the decision I was being forced to make and the things I truly cherished. Everything I loved… it was slipping away. The thought of being married made me sick to my core, but what choice did I have? If I wanted to save my friends... if I wanted to keep Zeff safe… if I wanted to keep y/n safe… I had no other option. This wasn’t just about me anymore.

I clenched my fists, the cursed bracelets around my wrists reminding me that my hands—my livelihood—were at stake. No matter what I wanted, one wrong move, and they’d be gone forever. I couldn’t even protect Y/N. I couldn’t stop Ichiji from marrying her. The memories flooded in—the Baratie, Zeff’s tough love, the day I met Y/N, her smile, our adventures with the crew. Every moment felt so distant now, as if they were slipping from my grasp, just like her.

Stuck between Niji and Yonji, I couldn’t move. Their smug faces on either side of me made my blood boil. I knew if I tried to make a break for it, they'd be on me in seconds, and the bracelets would do the rest of the damage. They’d already proven that.

Y/N POV..

"Well, we’re finally out of that hell of a forest," I sighed, resting my back on King Baum’s head as we moved through the open area. Luffy was resting as well, while Nami sat beside him, trying to catch her breath.

Suddenly, a familiar voice called out, "Nami! You guys! Can you hear me?!"

"It’s Chopper!" Nami exclaimed, holding up a small glass shard, which Chopper's voice came through. Relief and tension both surged through me. At least Chopper was okay.

"We’ve got a big problem! It’s Sanji! He’s heading to Big Mom right now!" Chopper’s frantic words echoed.

“Crap!” I muttered under my breath, heart pounding.

"We’re heading to the castle too!" Nami responded quickly, trying to gather more information.

"What about Brook and Pedro?" I asked, the worry creeping in. We hadn’t heard from them at all, and I couldn’t help but feel a gnawing anxiety over their safety.

"We haven’t heard from them at all," Nami added, glancing at me with shared concern.

Suddenly, Chopper’s voice broke into panic, his screams growing louder before the shard shattered in Nami’s hand.

“Is everything alright, Chopper?!” I yelled, but it was no use. The shard was broken. I stared at the pieces on the ground, feeling helpless. "How are they going to communicate now?" I muttered.

Nami knelt down, picking up one of the broken shards. "I hope they’re okay," she whispered softly.

"Poor Sanji..." Nami added, her voice filled with sorrow.

“These bastards have got another thing coming, that’s for sure,” I said through gritted teeth, clenching my right hand as I felt the familiar red electricity surge through me, a fierce wave of anger rolling over me.

Luffy, now back to normal size after shrinking down, muttered in his sleep, "Give me meat."

Nami and I exchanged amused glances. "Meat?!" I chuckled, shaking my head. "He would have meat dreams after eating those biscuits."

"Hey there! You’ve got good luck!" King Baum’s voice broke through, as he picked up speed.

"Why is that?" Nami asked.

"There they are," King Baum replied, pointing ahead.

"What?!" I exclaimed, my heart racing as I leaned forward.

"That’s Germa 66," he said, his voice filled with urgency.

“Is Sanji with them?” Luffy asked as he suddenly woke up, leaping off King Baum’s head and running ahead.

“Luffy, wait!” Nami yelled, but it was too late. He was already off.

"Sanji!" Nami and I shouted, waving as we saw him up ahead.

But just as we got close, Sanji… he kicked Luffy.

"Sanji, what the heck’s gotten into you?!" Nami screamed, her voice filled with shock.

"Sanji..." I whispered, my heart dropping as I stared at him in disbelief. What had happened to him? Why was he acting this way?

"Leave my sight, you bunch of lowlife pirates," Sanji spat, his voice cold and unrecognizable. "Make no mistake, I’ve always been a Vinsmoke, which makes me a prince of the Germa Kingdom."

I tensed, my mind reeling. "What the hell is he saying?" I whispered, feeling both disbelief and frustration boiling inside me. Both Nami and I stood frozen, watching the scene unfold before us.

Sanji continued, "I kept all of this a secret because knowing this would’ve made things harder for you."

I couldn’t take it anymore. Standing up, I slowly took off Zoro’s bandana from my head, folding it carefully and placing it into my satchel, along with one of my blades and my sword. "Nami, I leave this with you," I said, my voice steady but filled with determination.

“What are you…?” Nami looked at me, confused and concerned.

"Just make sure no one takes it, please. And if they do… well, they’ll be in for a surprise," I added, smirking slightly despite the weight of the moment. "Can you do that for me, Nami?" I asked, looking at her intently, knowing this was something important for me to trust her with.

Nami nodded, still looking unsure of my next move. Before I could even say anything more, Sanji's voice cut through the air like a blade.

"It’s noble of you to come all the way over here and get me, but you’ve wasted your time. I’m not leaving. I’ve already forgotten your name," he said coldly, every word sharper than the last.

His words felt like a punch in the gut, fueling the anger already burning inside me. My heart pounded in my chest, disbelief turning to frustration and rage. This wasn’t the Sanji I knew, the Sanji who cared about his friends, about us.

“What a liar,” Luffy yelled, his frustration matching my own. “You think I’m gonna buy that?!”

The tension in the air was suffocating, and I could feel the red electricity sparking through my fingertips again. My patience was at its limit. Sanji's words cut deep, but I wasn’t about to let him walk away so easily, especially not with those lies.

Sanji POV… (Play La Media Vuelta By Luis Miguel here) 

Stuck between Niji and Yonji, I felt like I was trapped in a cage. Their smug expressions were infuriating, and my blood boiled at the sight of them. I knew any attempt to escape would be met with swift punishment, and these cursed bracelets would make sure of that. Just the thought of them made my fists clench tighter.

Suddenly, a familiar voice broke through the chaos. "Hey! Sanji!" I turned my head, eyes widening in disbelief as I saw Luffy charging forward with with a giant tree. 

“that idiot managed to make it to Whole Cake Island?! “What’s with that tree?!” yelled Yonji, incredulous.

"Sanji!" Nami called out, waving her arms with a look of determination. “We finally made it! I was afraid we’d be too late!”

Her voice sent a jolt of relief through me, but it quickly faded when I noticed the way Niji and Yonji's eyes lit up at the sight of y/n. Their smugness only grew, and the protective instinct within me flared.

“There’s my beloved,” Ichiji said, his eyes heart-shaped as he gazed at Y/N, which made my blood boil even more.

“Ichiji, your wife’s here,” Yonji added, still eyeing Y/N, and I wanted nothing more than to gauge their eyes out for the way they were looking at her.

The situation felt like a ticking time bomb. I had to keep them safe. “What are they doing here?” I muttered, panic rising in my throat.

“How amusing, that’s Straw Hat Luffy,” Judge remarked, his voice dripping with disdain.

“Hey! We came here to pick you up!” Luffy shouted, tipping over the calicoat as he stumbled. “You said you’d be back, but I didn’t want to wait. You know me. I was going to come with just Y/N, but it turned into a whole thing!”

My mind raced, battling between relief and fear. I couldn’t let them get caught up in this mess. I glanced at my cuffs, knowing that if I made a break for it, they would explode, and I couldn’t risk that.

“Zoro took a team and headed to the land of Wano,” Luffy continued, unaware of the suffocating tension surrounding us.

“And what’s this I hear? You’re engaged to Y/N! Why didn’t you tell us? We could have done something back at the Sunny!” His words hit me like a wave of ice-cold water.

Luffy, Y/N, Nami… please forgive me… I thought, the weight of my helplessness crushing down on me. In an instant, I made my decision. I couldn’t let them get any closer to this danger.

“Sanji, what the heck’s gotten into you?!” Nami shouted, disbelief etched across her face. I could see the hurt in her eyes, and it twisted my heart even more.

“Leave my sight, you bunch of low-class pirates!” I spat, my voice heavy with disdain. “Make no mistake, I’ve always been a Vinsmoke, which makes me a prince of the Germa Kingdom. I kept all this a secret from you because knowing this would have made things harder.”

Luffy’s stunned expression made me feel even worse, but I pushed on. “As you can see, there’s a clear difference in our standings now. If I stay here, I’ll have all the servants, soldiers, and riches I could ever dream of.” Each word felt like daggers in my chest, but I had to make them believe I meant it.

The way Nami flinched at my words was like a punch to the gut. I was losing them—losing everything I cared about. But I had to protect them. I had to protect Y/N, even if it meant sacrificing my own heart.

“Sanji…” I heard Y/N whisper, her voice cracking as she processed my betrayal. I couldn't look at her; I was afraid of what I might see. Would she understand? Would she forgive me for playing this role?

Inside, I was trembling. I was stuck between wanting to protect them and the cold, harsh reality of my situation. “If I stay here, I’ll have all the servants, soldiers, and riches I could ever dream of. What more could I want?” I sneered, my voice laced with disdain.

“So I could go to that crappy ship with you and your friends and go on a dumb adventure,” I sneered, forcing a smirk that felt more like a grimace. “Or I can stay right here and marry the beautiful daughter of a wealthy and powerful emperor. Now, which of those would make me happier?” I took a deep breath, preparing to drive the final nail in the coffin. “Here, I’ll spell it out: I just wrote that note to get you off my back.”

“Yeah? Well, what about my note, Sanji?” The voice was unmistakable, cutting through the tension like a knife. Y/N came down from the tree, her eyes ablaze with anger. If looks could kill, I’d be dead by now.

“You wrote some bold statements on my note. Here, I even have it.” She pulled it out from her chest, and my heart sank. I couldn’t bear to look at her, knowing I had shattered everything.

As she stood there, I took in her appearance for the first time. Behind the rage, I could see the signs of her struggle. Her white dress was covered in dirt, her sleeve torn off, and deep scratches marred her legs. But she still looked beautiful—my princess, my everything.

“Y/N, I’m sorry for what I’m about to say,” I thought, wishing I could take it all back. I wanted to hold her, to tell her it was all a lie, that I would never marry Pudding. I wanted to confess how I felt about her, to explain that her reckless plan—her being in Dressrosa and me sailing here—almost cost me my sanity.

I wanted to tell her she was the only one I wanted to be with, that I regretted every moment I didn’t fight for her. I wanted to prove I was the man she deserved, especially after that disaster back on Fishman Island.

But instead, I clenched my fists and said the words that would cut deeper than any blade: “You mean absolutely nothing to me.”

Every syllable felt like poison as it left my mouth, and I hated myself for it. I saw her expression shift, hurt washing over her features. It was a look I knew I’d never forget. But I had to keep my distance, keep her safe. And as much as it broke me, I had to see this through. 

“You mean absolutely nothing to me,” I repeated, my voice cold, the words feeling like shards of glass in my throat.

Nami’s voice cut through the tension like a lightning bolt. “Say the truth, Sanji! That wasn’t what you said to Pudding!”

The air around us grew thick with tension, and I could see Y/N tense at Nami’s words, her eyes flashing with uncertainty and pain.

“I told her that I didn’t care about Y/N,” I said, each word a betrayal I loathed, “and that I didn’t love her.” I hated myself for saying it, each syllable a dagger to my own heart.

“Stop lying!” Nami shouted, her voice filled with desperation.

I glanced over at Y/N, and she raised her hand, turning toward Nami with a broken smile. “It’s okay, Nami,” she said softly, but I could see the pain etched in her features, the tears threatening to spill over. I wanted to wipe them away, to tell her that none of it was true, that I did love her, that she was my princess, and that we were engaged. I didn’t care if that part was a lie; the love I felt for Y/N was as real as the air I breathed.

“You know,” she began, her voice steady but strained, “you can insult me or try to convince me that what you’re saying is true, but I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me.” Her gaze locked onto mine, fierce and unwavering. “Tell me you want this… tell me you hate me! I want to hear it from your mouth! Tell me you hate me, obliterate me with your words; I don’t care! Tell me that I mean nothing to you once again, that you want to be with Pudding and live that fantasy of a life. Tell me that you found a love that understands you and loves you more than anyone! And if that is truly what you want, and you can look me in the eyes and say it, I will turn around, and I will be gone with the sun by dusk.”

Her words hit me like a tsunami, each one crashing into me, suffocating me. I opened my mouth to respond, but all I could manage was, “I…”

“Tell me now!” she yelled, the pain in her voice laced with desperation as her body was surrounded by an aura of red electricity, crackling in tune with her emotions.

What is this? I thought, my heart racing. I was caught in the whirlwind of my own lies and her heartache, a maelstrom that threatened to tear us both apart. Her gaze pierced through me, and I could see the flicker of hope in her eyes as she waited for my response, and it crushed me further.

I was losing her, losing everything, and yet, here I was, shackled by my own choices, unable to break free. I wanted to scream the truth, to confess everything—to tell her how much she meant to me. But the weight of my lies held me down, suffocating the words in my throat. I was drowning in the consequences of my actions.

The electricity around Y/N crackled even more fiercely, her hurt and fury tangible. Every second I remained silent was another moment she drifted further away from me. This was it. This was the moment she would leave if I didn’t speak the truth.

But I couldn’t. My lips trembled, but the words never came.

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

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Pretty boy

February Filth Fest : Day Four

Park Seonghwa x fem reader

a/n: i feel the need to put a disclaimer? i don't think makeup or clothes or anything have a gender but for the sake of fan fiction: hwa puts on more traditional feminine stuff and gets all pretty 🤭

i have no idea why tumblr posted this earlier than i set it for but it's here now so enjoy 😭

"Tell me, tell me I'm pretty."

(>ᴗ•)genre:

smut, p w/o plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited, feminization, sub hwa, protected(!!!!) cockwarming & penetration, pet names (pretty, mars, sweetheart & babe, angel), praise

tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"Doing so good," you praise as you turn your torso and grab your favorite eyeshadow pallet from the vanity. "So patient for me."

"T-Thank you, Angel."

Seonghwa is gripping the arm rests of his chair like it owes him money. Looking up at you with wide, sparkling eyes and a smile on his painted lips. He's doing everything in his power to be good for you. Everything in his power not to buck up into the warmth of your cunt as it hugs him: unmoving.

You dip a small brush into a light color and tell him to close his eyes. He obeys. He always does. Although, he takes a moment to glance at your naked chest before doing so. "Thank youuu." You take a moment to admire him. His lips are a beautiful, deep pink color. He's wearing his favorite earring of yours. He's dressed in a dress you got just for him, hiked up just above his hips. It's plain, really. But he's so beautiful that he doesn't need anything extravagant.

You peck his eyelid gently before continuing to do his makeup. He jumps a little at the unexpected feeling, accidentally rocking inside of you. You brace yourself on his shoulder with a hiss, biting back a moan as he hits your g-spot. "Hey!"

"Sorry, Babe... you scared me." The both of you laugh a bit before you steady his head with a hand cupping his chin. You feel his cock twitching ever so slightly, even through the condom.

After painting his eyes, you purposely rock your hips back as you grab a liquid eyeliner. You smirk at him as he gives you a pair of puppy eyes. "Finishing touches, Pretty. Don't worry. We're almost done." You draw a little cat line out from his eyes and lean back to take in your work.

"How do I look?" His eyes search your face for any signs of approval, finding them all over as your eyes dilate wider than before and your lips turn up.

"So pretty," you rock your hips on his and he frantically grabs onto you. "My pretty boy."

"Please-" you wait for him as he gathers his words, "please, can I fuck you?" With the smallest nod of your head, he's lifting his hips and fucking into you like there's no tomorrow. "God!"

"Oh," you moan, cupping his face in your hands. He's so cute like this. All done up and needy for you. "Fuck me so good, Mars. So big."

The praise goes straight to his head, filling him with a euphoric buzz. All he can do is buck up into you and stare into your eyes and moan for you. "Te- shit- tell me, tell me I'm pretty."

You coo, kissing his neck and mumbling into it, "you are. The prettiest. My Pretty. My good, pretty, boy. My big, beautiful, Mars." The moan that comes from him is almost a yell, his grip tightening with a bruising force as he lifts you up and down on his cock. "Pretty boy fucks me so good."

"Babe, can you... wanna- good god! Please!"

"What do you want, Sweetheart? Take a breath and tell me..." You intertwine your fingers with his curled hair, making him lean his head back and stopping his ranting effectively.

"Please, Angel, kiss me."

You tug on his hair and ask him, "and ruin your makeup?"

"Yes! Don't care, I need you to kiss me! I need it-"

You cut him off with your lips on his and you roughly mesh together, both moaning as he grabs onto your ass. He slips his tongue into your mouth and lets you do as you please with it- taking it all.

When you pull away, his lipstick is now also yours, smeared messily on the both of your lips.

"So messy, Mars."

"Sorry." No he's not. He got what he wanted and he still has you bouncing on him, bringing him ever closer to his climax.

"It's okay, Sweetheart. Still so pretty."

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Scorpion and the Scales // Chapter Seven // Polyverse AU

Tropes and Tags: why choose romance, MF, MFM, MFMM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed musicians, polyverse, friends to lovers.

Content warning: 18+ only minors DNI. PinV, PinA, oral (f!recieveing, m!recieving), threesomes, light BDSM, voyeurism, exhibitionism, partner sharing, jealousy, angst.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

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"Oh god," I moaned, arching into him as we moved together. My fingers tangled in his hair, anchoring me as pleasure crested through my body. This morning had been a surprise, he’d left with long shaggy bleached hair and came back with the most rich purple I had ever seen. He’d said it was for the music video they were shooting today but I didn’t let him say more, I'd clawed my way up his body like a tree before he carried me off to the bedroom. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me up and down in a sensual rhythm. Our bodies fit together perfectly, two pieces of a passionate puzzle. The chill of winter faded away, replaced by the heat of desire. 

"You feel so good," Chris murmured, his voice low and rough. "Ride me, baby. Just like that." I obeyed eagerly, my eyes locked on his, our shared ecstasy drowning out the world beyond these walls. Here, nothing existed but his touch, his kiss.

My body trembled with pleasure each time his velvety voice rumbled in my ear. His every word made me clench around him, my inner walls gripping him tight. I rode him hard and fast, then slow and deep, learning how to play his body like an instrument. I was tiring, movements growing languid, but his gritty voice spurred me on. "Aw, done already baby? Or maybe I should see if you've got more in there?" I nodded weakly, determined to keep going, to give him everything I had. I would make him feel as good as he made me feel. I increased my pace again, clenching around him, moaning his name. 

The heat of his body against mine made my skin tingle with anticipation. His strong arms flipped me effortlessly onto my back, my hair fanning out across the pillows. I gasped as his soft lips found mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I couldn't hold back.

"Can you take it, baby?" His voice was a husky whisper next to my ear. I nodded, beyond words.

"Tell me," he commanded, pinching my chin firmly between his fingers, his dark eyes boring intensely into mine.

"I can take it," I managed to pant, consumed with desire, my body aching for his touch. Every nerve was alive, ready to ignite. I wanted nothing more than to give myself over completely to the passion that was burning between us.

His lips brush my nose in a tender kiss before he slides between my legs, filling me completely. My back arches as his thickness stretches me, hands grasping desperately above my head. We've done this countless times, yet his touch still elicits the same euphoria. I relish each one, every deep thrust, the way he knows my body so intimately.

He hooks my leg over his shoulder, bending me in half, pounding with wild abandon. My body trembles uncontrollably, breathless moans escaping my lips. I can barely withstand the onslaught of pleasure.

"You like that baby?" he groans, plunging deeper still.

"Yes... Chris... I fucking love it," I cry out, back arching higher, losing myself in ecstasy.

"Fuck...I fucking love this baby. God, I love you." His words tumble out before he can stop them. Does he think I don't hear him over our screams and moans?

As he thrusts into me, hard and deep, I cry out his name as waves crash through my body. I feel him let go, spilling into me as I tighten around him. Our bodies becoming a sweaty, tangled mess.

The morning had started off so innocently, the two of us enjoying a leisurely shower together as steam filled the bathroom. What began as tender caresses under the warm spray quickly escalated into passionate kisses and roaming hands, our bodies intertwining once again as desire took over. By the time we finally tore ourselves away from each other, we were running dangerously late for the music video shoot downtown. Rushing to get dressed, we flew around the apartment in a frenzy as we scrambled to gather everything we needed. My boyfriend sped through early morning traffic, expertly weaving between cars as I anxiously checked the clock. We pulled up to an imposing warehouse just in the nick of time, the nondescript exterior belying the hive of activity within. As we entered, I was immediately overwhelmed by the chaotic scene - crew members barking orders, adjusting lighting rigs, and wheeling around heavy equipment. My boyfriend gave my hand a quick, reassuring squeeze before disappearing into the makeup trailer, leaving me standing alone, feeling out of place. Polite but rushed production assistants nodded in acknowledgment as they hurried past, absorbed in their own urgent tasks. I lingered awkwardly, waiting for some direction on where to go, a bit intimidated by the no-nonsense efficiency surrounding me. The organized chaos was a far cry from our tender intimacy just a short while earlier that morning. But now it was time to focus - the cameras were ready to roll.

In the center of the room was a large white set with a few elevated podiums arranged evenly apart, one in the dead center with a drum set resting perfectly on top of it. Vinny sat on his stool, absentmindedly twirled the drumsticks between his colored fingers as he chatted with his bandmates. His eyes were rimmed with dark eyeliner that made their pale blue green irises stand out. Ryan cradled his black guitar, his most prized possession, against his black worn leather jacket. Justin stood with his typical laidback stance, bass guitar dangling comfortably from his shoulder. His lime green hair was pulled standing up in a short mohawk, leather outfit  hugging his body like some halloween themed biker. The three friends were locked in animated conversation, no doubt discussing set lists and stage antics for their upcoming show. Their faces were caked in white makeup that gave them an almost skeletal appearance beneath the harsh lights. Only Ryan's eyes were visible above the black mask that covered his nose and mouth. 

“It’s gonna be sick, isn’t it?” Rick's soft tone startled me as he snuck up beside me, his warm smile apparent even behind the ghostly white face paint. Nearly jumping out of my skin, I turned to see the guitarist regarding me with an amused grin, no doubt enjoying my startled reaction. He was dressed from head to toe in black - spike-studded vest layered over a sleeveless shirt that showed off the intricate tattoos winding down his arms. His hair was freshly shorn into a sharp a-line cut, the inky black strands framing his painted face dramatically. Sweeping wings of blue eyeshadow cascaded from his lower lids, contrasting strikingly with his gray eyes in a way that made it look as if the color was melting down his cheeks.

"What's wrong, did I scare you?" he teased, his smile growing wider. I couldn't help but giggle at his playful tone.

"No," I replied, "it's just...this look is so metal!" I gestured at his outfit - the spikes, the tats, the dramatic makeup. It was like he'd stepped right out of a heavy metal music video, the epitome of the bold, edgy style. He certainly knew how to pull off the rebellious rocker aesthetic. With his all-black clothes, inked skin, and smudged eyeshadow, he looked dangerous yet alluring, equal parts brooding artist and larger-than-life superstar. It was a striking visual statement that complemented his musical talents perfectly. No wonder he had startled me - with his intense metal makeover, he was practically a work of art himself.

"Have you met the guys yet?" he gestured to the rest of the band in the center of the shoot. I shook my head covering my torso with my arms, pressing my cream sweater closer to my body. "Come on, they don't bite," Rick said nodding to the band, I followed slowly behind him. As we approached the set, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Despite Rick's reassurances, I was incredibly nervous to meet the rest of the band. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. My cream cable-knit sweater suddenly felt far too thin and I wrapped my arms around myself, wishing I had worn something more substantial. Rick gave me an encouraging smile as we entered the set, the paper booties rustling loudly with each step. 

"Hey guys, meet, Eve," the boy's conversation was cut short as the six pairs of eyes landed on me. "She's here with Chris." I stood there awkwardly, feeling self-conscious under the intense gaze of these strangers.

Justin stepped forward, breaking the tense silence. "Nice to meet you," he said, crossing between two of the other boys and extending his hand to shake mine. I unwrapped one arm from around myself in a self-hugging stance, trying to seem more at ease than I felt. As we shook hands, Justin smiled warmly, helping put me a bit more at ease.

The moment was broken by Ryan, blurting out, "Bro, what's with the shirt?" He gestured to Rick, critiquing his short sleeve shirt. 

"I have absolutely no idea what you mean," Rick replied in a flat, emotionless tone that thinly veiled his smug attitude. Ryan's gaze shifted from Rick to the other band members, his eyebrows raising in a silent plea for help explaining his vision. But it was clear from Rick's sly smile and arched brows as his eyes settled on Vinny that the concept wasn’t utterly lost on him. "I don't do leather," Rick stated matter-of-factly, pausing for a beat before adding with a hint of dramatic flair, "Or velvet."

Hours later they filmed and rotated, filmed and rotated, coffee had been delivered along with a quick breakfast spread that was laid out when we arrived. The craft services table held steaming carafes of coffee alongside platters piled high with fresh fruit, flaky pastries, and savory egg dishes - providing the perfect fuel to get through a long day of filming. A few hours past lunchtime and an assortment of sandwiches and vegan dishes were delivered, offering a variety of options to satisfy the diverse needs and preferences of cast and crew. Throughout the takes, I was never bored, watching Chris shake around and be silly between takes had me laughing so hard my sides hurt. His playful dad style humor was something else, always able to lighten the mood and keep spirits high on set. The set lights would flash green and white then blue creating different schemes and shadows in the background, transforming the look and feel of the scene with each adjustment. The director kindly offered to have me come look at the screen and watch how it would look at the final turn out, and I squealed with delight as I caught a glimpse of the magic of moviemaking firsthand. It was perfect, exceeding my imagination and leaving me giddy with excitement to see the final edited product.

I snapped the perfect aesthetic shot of the director's station thinking it would be an awesome photo to share with Noah.  As I looked at the artsy photo I had just taken, a wave of doubt crashed over me. Noah wasn't into all this creative stuff like I was. He was more practical and down-to-earth. If I sent him this cool behind-the-scenes shot, would he even care? Or would he think I'm bragging about this glamorous video shoot, spending time with Chris? I didn't want Noah to feel insecure. The last thing I wanted was for him to think I valued Chris or this music video more than my relationship with him. But that random "I love you" from Chris this morning complicated things even more. I hadn't even processed what to make of it. Did Chris really have feelings for me or was it just an off-hand comment? I wasn't sure. And I definitely didn't want Noah finding out about it and jumping to conclusions. As I wrestled with all these swirling thoughts, my head started to throb. The overthinking train in my mind came to a grinding, squealing halt. 

It was late into the afternoon when Rick, Ryan, Vinny and Justin all headed for wardrobe to change back into their street clothes, signaling the end of a long day. Chris jumped off the podium he had been standing on, coming right over to me and tucking me under his arm in an affectionate gesture.

"Enjoying it, babe?" he asked, a tender smile on his face as he looked down at me. I wrapped my arms around his torso, savoring the feeling of being close to him as he slowly guided us towards the makeup room.

"It's amazing," I replied enthusiastically. "I can't wait to see it when it's finished and edited together." Chris' expression became nervous at my words.

"You're not bored are you?" he asked, a tinge of worry in his tone. I reassured him quickly, touched by his thoughtfulness.

"No, I'm not bored at all," I said. "I'm happy to head out now though." Chris pulled us both to a stop at my words, gently turning me around to face him. 

“Listen, pumpkin, I am not exactly done. They wanted to split the days up but I made the collective decision months ago to do it all in one day-” he stopped the minute my expression fell, my lip pulled between my teeth. 

My heart sank as I listened to his explanation, the joy I'd felt quickly fading. "A couple more hours?" I repeated in a somber tone, unable to keep the disappointment from my voice. He scratched at his neck, a familiar nervous habit, as an apologetic look crossed his face. I could tell he was upset to be delivering this news, but not enough to rearrange his plans, even knowing how much I'd been looking forward to spending the day together.

I wasn't even sure why I felt so crestfallen; was it simply because the day hadn't matched my high expectations? Or was I just tired after so much anticipation and daydreaming about our reunion? My thoughts had been racing all afternoon as I planned all the things we would do, the conversations we would have. Now it seemed my overactive brain was exhausted, unable to process this sudden change. A wave of sadness washed over me, though I couldn't quite pinpoint its source. I wanted to be understanding, but in that moment all I felt was disappointment that our long-awaited time together had been cut short.

Movement from the corner of my eye caught my attention and when I looked over Chris’s shoulder he turned to follow my line of sight. Rick stood just a few paces away watching our exchange, his presence like an apparition materializing out of thin air. He and Chris exchanged a knowing look, communicating wordlessly through subtle eyebrows raises and slight tilts of their heads. It was as if they shared a secret language only the two of them understood.

"Pumpkin, would you be okay if Rick took you back?" Chris asked me softly, his voice tinged with reluctance. I glanced at Rick's face, taking in the soft smile playing on his lips and the stage makeup still plastered on from the performance. Though disappointed, I tried to be understanding and nodded in acquiescence. Chris leaned down to give me a quick but tender kiss, his strong arms pulling me into a warm embrace before he trotted off to the makeup room, duty calling. I watched him go, his retreating figure growing smaller in the distance before disappearing from view completely. Plastering a fake smile on my face, I turned to Rick.

“Don’t worry,” he said softly, “We’ll grab some real dinner on the way back. None of his vegan crap.” 

Ricks' POV

She had fallen asleep on my couch, her breathing slow and steady as she drifted into slumber. I paused for a moment, taking in her serene expression, before grabbing a soft fleece blanket from my bed to gently drape over her. She looked so peaceful there, curled up against the plush cushions, that I didn't have the heart to wake her. Instead, I made sure she was comfortable, turning off the lights and double checking that the front door was securely locked. I tiptoed upstairs to my room, leaving her to rest undisturbed downstairs.

We had planned for me to drive her home after grabbing a quick dinner, but our conversation flowed so easily over plates of pasta that we lost track of time. Before I knew it, muscle memory had carried us right back to my apartment instead of Chris’s. She explained that she would rather hang out with me than go back to her empty place while Chris was working late. I understood not wanting to be alone with nothing but silence for company.

From my office I could hear her chatting away, the TV a faint drone beneath her voice. She must have been on the phone with Chris, their affectionate nicknames and inside jokes filtering up the stairs. Part of me was conflicted, perhaps even a bit jealous, of their seemingly happy relationship. But another part of me just enjoyed her company and wanted to get to know this fascinating girl better. Surprisingly, Chris never seemed to mind us spending time together, which I found odd but can't say I really minded either. She intrigued me, and I looked forward to unraveling the mystery that was her.

As I laid in bed, the cool blue light from my kindle illuminating my face, I had been stuck on the same page for several minutes, lost in my own swirling thoughts. Earlier at dinner, she had caught me off guard by asking about Chris, and whether he was the type to casually throw around "I love you"s to just anyone. When I asked what she meant, she explained further - was Chris serious when he said it, or did he tell it to every girl he met? I hesitantly shared that sometimes he was sincere, but other times it seemed less meaningful. Her line of questioning immediately raised alarms in my mind. She wouldn't be asking unless she had heard those three special words from him herself. My worst fear was coming true - Chris had serious feelings for her after all.

And the fact that she was probing me about it revealed her own emotions were likely growing as well. Admitting you've fallen for someone is a huge leap, especially acknowledging it to yourself. Yet here I was, her friend, harboring a hopeless crush on a taken girl. "Says the man crushing on his buddies' girl," the cynical voice in my head sneered. I mentally rolled my eyes at my foolishness. A harmless crush was understandable, but I knew it would pass in time. I just needed to be patient and let it fade on its own. 

My phone buzzed on the nightstand, startling me from my drowsy reading. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was past ten pm—an odd time for someone to be texting. I reached over and grabbed my phone, squinting against the bright light of the screen. A new message from Chris awaited me. I swiped it open, curious about why he would be texting so late. "Hey, did you drop Eve off at my apartment? Cause she isn't here," the message read. Confusion washed over me. Earlier, I had heard Eve mention on the phone that she was at my house. Clearly Chris had forgotten in his exhausted state. I typed back, "She's asleep on the couch. Did you forget already?" He read the message but didn't respond. I wondered if I had pressed a nerve, but knowing Chris and his tendency to take on too much, he was likely just overwhelmed and had too many things going on to remember where Eve was. With a sigh, I tossed my phone back onto the nightstand, the buzz of the unanswered text lingering in my mind. I turned off my Kindle, giving up on reading for the night, and settled into my blankets, hoping sleep would come easily despite the confusion of Chris's message.

[devildom-moss]

Current request list (updated)

in no particular order

amab!MC floating the idea of marriage once the realms are at peace (Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos)

MC with a stereotypical New York accent that only comes out around family headcanons (brothers + dateables)

The characters spending the holidays with the reader headcanons (brothers + "extras" - I'm pretty sure that means all the other characters including Mephi, Thirteen, and Raph, so all)

gn!MC who casually flirts back and then has the audacity to be surprised that they're being seduced (brothers)

MC getting a kiss on the cheek (all)

Monster!Simeon with gn!MC NSFW + some anger, jealousy, and devotion/worship sprinkled in

Religious guilt Raphael tapping out during his first time with MC because his body is, in fact, not ready

Hurt/comfort after a (dealer's choice) traumatic incident with MC - high angst (the others/dateables + side characters)

Simeon (and Barbatos) dad content

Simeon x Barbatos x MC angst - no comfort

Strong MC carrying them (and carrying them around like a princess) (the others/dateables + side characters)

They get jealous over gn!MC jokingly simping over Just Some Fucking (Fictional) Guy (brothers)

Reacting to a moss-eating MC (brothers) (is this at all related to my blog name?)

Simeon + Barbatos angst (No MC, I think?)

Reacting to MC eating sand headcanon (all?) (MC with PICA? Don't do this though - some mosses are edible, but sand is not and can be dangerous)

Reacting to s/o MC wanting to fan over/discuss their favorite novel with them (all)

Insecure first relationship with MC (all)

No nut November headcanons (demon brothers) (Complete)

MC with an eating disorder comfort - with extra Beel comfort (type of ED was unspecified so I will do my best there; also I'm really sorry you're struggling anon M. I love you. Try to take care, and please practice harm reduction where/when possible)

Lucifer getting jealous that gn!MC is spending more time with a plush of him - SFW specified

Simeon dad content with BoF!MC (obey me au/ 💜 anon's au)

Barbatos October poll post (monster kink) pt. 2 - aftercare version

Hard core sex with tons of aftercare (side characters - remember this means Thirteen, Raph, and Mephi on this blog) (this request required deciphering on my end, so lets hope that's correct)

gn!MC choosing not to become immortal while on the brink of death headcanons (the others)

MC introducing Diavolo to the game Katamari Damacy

The guys having gay panic / an awakening over m!MC

amab!MC having a movie date with soft dom!Thirteen that ends in sex (anon. I love you so much for this one.)

MC who scratches their skin and bites their nails to fidget (+ blood) reactions (Barbatos and Thirteen)

Reader refusing Lucifer's and Belphie's pact (extra angst flavoring)

Poly DiaLuci asking gn!MC out

MC returning the favor and giving roses back (the others) (I'm not sure if you meant "the others" grouping/everyone but the brothers or others in general, but because it'll probably take me a long time for this one, I'll start with the others grouping)

Finding out MC used to be aggressive in high school but has since mellowed out (the dateables)

MC who doesn't talk unless necessary headcanons (the brothers)

Luke telling MC he wants to marry them when he's older fluff (This should go without saying but 100% platonic with no room for romantic interpretations)

MC character study

I am going to try to pick one of the shorter ones and get started on it tonight (I always have so much trouble picking something to start). I already have ideas written down for the Simeon x Barbatos x MC angst, though.

And remember, if you don't see your request but you sent one in, you will have to resend it because this is everything so far. Additionally, if you notice something wrong in the interpretations of these asks, you're welcome to correct that. I'll edit/update this post periodically until requests close.

Requests close at the end of Sunday, November 5th PST. It may take a while to get through all of them since I will probably only post once or twice a week throughout November - it just depends on what I can get through.

[i-am-a-secret-ssshhh]

Yet Another Obey Me X Twisted Wonderland Prompt

So, piggybacking off my last post and a post from a while back where I talk about MC being able to summon demons, here’s my idea.

Going by the fictional rules I’m aware of, angels need consent to enter a body, unlike demons. this is technically two head canons.

Prompt 1: So this is similar to the head canon where MC can’t see a way out of an Overblot. They’re out of ideas and the Overblot is too powerful. This could be the most powerful Overblot, or a character of your choice. But, they’re crying and apologizing, telling them that they just don’t see a way out, and they summon one of the angels. Preferably not Luke because no one would take him seriously and because he’s a baby, but Simeon or Raphael would be a good choice. 

And then they have to go through explaining who they are, why they’re here, and how they got here. Perhaps they can’t get back and now they have to explain why they’re putting up with the way they’ve been treated so far. 

Bonus points if you use a biblically accurate angel as a reference for what they look like when they’re first summoned before they look like the Raphael and Simeon from the game.

Prompt 2: They get hurt but in a way that is too much for them to really be able to take down this Overblot, and they decide the best way to take care of this is to let themselves be a vessel for Simeon or Raphael. 

Not sure how you’d summon them, so I guess that’s up to you, perhaps it’s a ritual, or a circle, or you pray or something. 

But it happens and now you’re healing, and you’re floating, they can see an angelic halo and wings (the number of wings depends on who you summon because according to the Obey Me Fan Wiki, Simeon is an archangel and Raphael is just an angel, and they have a different number of wings).

Because they’re angels they are probably also able to tell why this is happening and know that they just need to defeat the Blot Monster, not the person as well.

Much like with demons, I think the strain on the body of MC would be a lot so I think they would pass out afterwards, but they won’t be injured it’s just exhaustion.

[afreakingdork]

Plot Bunny - My Doll (slave!rottmnt!Donnie x Reader)

We open to a world where yokai (both mutant and yokai are referred to as such because as long as you have non-human blood you're lumped into the same category) are commoditized as playthings. It’s stylish for the riche to buy them as companions for their children. It shows they can take care of another being (one that needs more maintenance than a pet) and because they’ve been trained and cost a pretty penny. They're the whole package as they entertain, protect, and utterly obey. They're raised to do this without question. Reader is given Donnie at a young age (5ish) and he's of a similar one. You are confused over the ‘toy’ concept and don't understand how he isn't a person regardless of how he looks. Donnie is cold, resolute, beaten down, and doesn't act in the slightest without being told. Reader vows pretty quickly to never ask everything of him. You grow up together and Reader resents the system and loves their doll, but you're torn. While you may be too young to understand the word ‘consent’ you understand the concept and that Donnie can’t give it...

Sound like fun? Read the entire plot bunny by joining the 1$ a month tier, afreakingreader, over on my patreon!

FAQ:

What is this?

Did you know that when I'm not writing, I'm writing? By definition a plot bunny is "a story idea that refuses to go away until it is written." Basically even though Weak Spot takes up 99% of my thought processes, the other 1% of my mind is still overflowing with creative. I've got to write these bad boys down and bring them to a sort of fruition. What you will find if you subscribe is a fully realized idea in outline form. It only isn't a true 'completed' fic because it doesn't have any of the nuance I would put into writing. That being said it is 'done' in my mind because I have no plan to turn it into a fully realized work.

Why is this behind a paywall?

Now fan fiction can exist using elements of copyrighted material because it is free. I don't claim to own or have any affiliation with The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or their properties. I do claim that the unique concept of my creations and my time which is wholly my own. When you support me on Patreon, you are not paying for the work itself (all my work is free), you are instead paying for my time and to get behind the scenes content and insight into my writing. Here, since these are not 'completed' works and instead 'outlines,' they fit into the behind the scenes box.

What are the tags on this?

My Doll is rated Teen, afab reader, has a happy ending, is a romance of sorts, childhood friends AU if you could call it that, and a journey of liberation.

[sanjisblackasswife]

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[envioussleepy]

I'm having writers block so to cope I did some edits enjoy

It's simple but I really like the lighting

All credits go to the official Obey Me

If you have any idea for a writing prompt dm me I do DC and Obey Me Fan fictions I want to make a specific amount before posting

Platonic or Not are both welcome ^^

[callmearcturus]

Also raised my eyebrow that the “pseudonyms” used in the piece were all TMA characters (and generally well-liked ones) which is something that’s going to play a certain way to the readers depending on who they’ve chosen and they definitely knew that! That alone discredited some of their journalistic integrity for me, even without knowing who the author was. The title of the piece was also off to me, considering it really wasn’t about Alex at all and that was acknowledged near the end. Not saying this means one thing or another either, but knowing who wrote it definitely puts some things in perspective for me!

yeah no zyka is sharing parts with the class and like this is so far from being objective or reasonable, it's complete horseshit

again: i am sure that managerial fuck ups happened and screwed people and that's not okay

but this shit is trying to build a narrative and uuhhhhhh

Was Rusty Quill testing the waters to see what they could get away with, and what people were prepared to call them out for? It seemed they hoped for everyone to stay quiet so the company’s image could stay clean and things would blow over. Why?

nah brah its pretty common to ask people not to talk about layoffs while they are still in progress, that's actually really fucking normal. you can choose not to obey but its not weird

An observation has been made to me that there’s a very good chance that the list on Kickstarter of stretch goal guest writers may be the totality of the people in the audio fiction indie world that have still not had an experience with Rusty Quill.

this is provably untrue and also the way it frames a specific narrative is incredibly suspicious

What Rusty Quill seems to be doing with The Magnus Protocol is banking on its fans to bail it out. Instead of putting in the work with their original shows, shows full of stories and characters fans have already become attached to, they’re pulling back and returning to what is profitable and nostalgic.

lmao fuck off

guess what, folks, i knew the second the KS was announced that TMA2 was for money. like, i'm sure they worked on an idea and formed it and tried to come up with something cool. but if one of their other properties had blown up, we would not be seeing TMA2

just because you are doing something to get paid doesn't make it soulless and evil.

and folks I'm sorry but: when you are a working artist, doing the art that gets you paid isn't a fucking crime, and the marketing director of fable and folley knows it.

also i hated the "WTNV is only big bc its gay" and i hate the "TMA only blew up bc its gay." get fucked. a lot of people found out about TMA bc jonmart but to be clear: if the show wasn't good, people would not have listened to 159 fucking episodes just for two boys to hold hands. grow up.

no fucking sell.

[roses-dreams-andthorns]

So... New pfp and some news, I have literally fallen in love with yet another fictional man, and this one happens to be the Grim Reaper.

Fans of A Date with Death, I welcome you with open arms and my requests for fics are open lmao

Also! I thought it would be about time that I opened requests again, so to give myself motivation, I'm deciding to do a request event. since Christmas is gonna be a thing in like 3 weeks or so, its time for Christmas fic requests! and also another reset, since my inbox is full of old requests I have no ideas or motivation for- but anyways, as always, if you are a previous requester, you may request your... request a second time if it is something you'd really like done. This time, I swear on my life your requests will be done at some point, if I don't do your request at all you can send a firing squad at me /j (Or remind me via asks)

This event is open for Genshin Impact, Twisted Wonderland, and A Date with Death. I would add Obey Me but I'm not really in the fandom anymore.

[pecuniam-amo]

Sengoku Jidai and the Edo Period

Starting writing their own fan fiction, every author who adheres to reality tries to take into account the story and clarify small points so as not to escape into the wilds of fantasy and fiction. The same thing, namely, digging into the World Wide Web, caught up with me. Specifically, a problem arose here: the history of Japan is a rather difficult industry to understand, which is almost impossible to connect with the canon of the "Naruto" era of the Founders for one simple reason — readers do not know anything.

Of course, many people understand that the beloved Madara and Hashirama lived during the Sengoku Jedi, during internecine wars, to put it more clearly, and also met the beginning of the Edo era in their lifetime. How can this be played out in fan fiction?

If we turn to the real world, which I will do quite rarely, since it is more pleasant to fantasize, the Edo period is not the most pleasant for ninjas, since it was then that their extermination began.

But who are the ninjas? Men in black fighting with shurikens? Nope. First of all, they are scouts. As far as it became clear to me, their main goal was to get information, and in order to do this, it is necessary to steal the necessary things as quietly as possible, be it scrolls, maps of military campaigns and so on. That is, Shinobi are primarily agile, not strong.

It is also known that they lived in separate clans, not obeying the daimyo, the shogun, even the emperor. Ninjas, in order to find money for food, took any missions for which they were willing to pay a decent amount. That is why Oda Nobunaga, a politician whose life goal was to unite the world, was afraid of them in a sense. It is not unreasonable, since ninjas are quite corrupt people. He began their extermination.

This did not happen in Naruto. Now we begin to fantasize why.

Let's imagine that the chakra is subject only to ninja. There are villages and towns where the most ordinary ordinary people live. And now let's remember the world of "Harry Potter". What did magicians and Muggles do? They lived separately, in different worlds, roughly speaking.

What if the Shinobi of the familiar universe lived somewhat apart from the rest? Given the specifics of their work, it can be assumed that they rarely crossed paths with the "ordinary" ones.

By the way, has it ever seemed strange to you that Hashirama and Madara suddenly started talking about peace, even though they were brought up in the strong strictness of their fathers? Children take an example from their parents, taking away their foundations and worldview. It can be assumed that they were influenced in this way by their own mothers. Again, why?

So, what if they were inspired by the most ordinary people? Once upon a time, they did not grieve, so they did not notice how the rest of the world took a huge step forward, forgetting past grievances. It doesn't matter who realized everything first — Uchiha or Senju, the main idea is that the whole world lives in the Edo period, while Shinobi are still sitting in their pants in Sengoku Jedi.

In this stupid and naive way, I justify my mistake in fan fiction in the form of the fact that some devices that appeared a couple of years later are here and now with the characters. How do you feel about the idea?