#sanzo needs asks

[ford-owner]

how do you think theyd react if you showed them an iphone

[skribbledarker]

On my knees on the floor in the ground BEGGING U TO FINISH THAT ORAL FIXATION FIC THE WORLD NEEDS MORE ZOSAN ORAL FIXATION FIC THANK YOU

And if u don’t wanna do it then still tHANK U FOR WRITING WHAT U HAVE

Hey….. drops another snippet of my zosan oral fixation/ l hand + finger kink fic(it kind of morphed into that dont ask me how idk) and then runs away really fast. Anon i promise the oral fixation part is coming soon just wait a sec… also for people who need context u can find the first snippet i posted right here!!

CW suggestive// nsfw!!

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The cook leans down, catching him in another bruising kiss. Sanji tastes like tobacco and sugar, which would be unpleasant if it wasn’t him that Zoro was tasting. Idly, Zoro thinks it probably shouldn’t make a difference who he’s kissing, but he files that inkling away for later in favor of gripping the meat of Sanji’s thighs and making the cook squirm. Sanji groans at the contact, open-mouthed and desperate. He winds his fingers into Zoro’s hair and tugs, wrenching the swordsman’s head up again to lay ragged kisses along his throat. Everywhere that Sanji touches him feels inexplicably hot, makes him dizzy with want— so much that when Sanji pulls away Zoro almost follows him up.

“I don’t put my hands on just anyone, you know,” Sanji breathes, absently cracking his knuckles while his eyes rove smugly over Zoro’s figure. He looks messy, coiffed hair mussed to hell with splotchy red painting his neck and face. Zoro wants to pop open Sanji’s collar, see how far down the flush goes and trace its borders with his mouth. See what sounds the cook would make if he did.

He doesn’t though; justs fights the urge to roll his eyes instead. “Yeah, I gathered that.”

“What do you want?” Sanji asks him, even though Zoro thinks he made it pretty fucking obvious what he wants.

“Anything. Just—” Touch me, please. “Anything.”

“That’s hot as hell.”

Zoro scowls. “Fuck. You.”

And like the haughty shit he is, the only thing Sanji hums in response is, “Yeah, maybe later,” before his slender fingers wrap around Zoro’s throat. He doesn’t apply any pressure, just loosely resting his hand there, but Zoro still feels his own breath shorten at the promise of what’s to come.

Sanji has this look, on his face, dark and settling heavy over the swordsman even through his pale lashes; he thumbs over Zoro’s pulse point once, twice, before pressing down on it lightly. “S’that what you want?”

Zoro isn’t into the habit of lying. “Yes.” He swallows, and can feel his Adam's apple press against Sanji’s palm. “I—Harder.”

“Fucking freak,” Sanji murmurs, despite the fact that his own voice has gone husky with lust— Zoro can feel him, just as hard and insistent where he grinds down onto Zoro’s lap. Hypocrite. “Say please first.”

“You’re an ass—” The hand around Zoro’s neck squeezes, and he can’t help the way his eyes flutter closed, can’t help the choked sound that rips its way out of him. The feeling is nothing short of intoxicating, and all Zoro wants is more. “—Oh, fuck.” And then there’s even more pressure on his throat as Sanji grips him harder, carefully manicured nails digging into the soft flesh there.

“You like that? Want me to bruise you, moss?” Sanji asks into Zoro’s ear, low and imploring.

Yes, Yes, Zoro wants to say, but he can’t seem to focus long enough to get the words out. His cock throbs within the confines of his pants, the incessant movement of Sanji on his lap clouding his mind. All he can do is pant and gasp, rolling his hips in time with the cook’s to try and get some form of release. He could come like this— he really could.

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okay yeah THANK YOU ANON FOR REMINDING THIS FIC EXISTED!! i have so many WIPs i lowkey forgot this existed but here u go ahh lalalala. I’m making progress so the rest should be out fairly soon? okay yeah thanks bye

[strawhatmay]

Here’s another piece in the same universe as “A friend in the house.” I love the idea of the Vinsmoke brothers actually being brothers, in a modern au. So yeah, If you like this one, check out the other one I have and also consider following me cause I’m gonna keep posting stuff from this universe ☺️ I’m currently working on an Amnesia au (Zosan/Sanzo, always) as well.

Anyways, this one is about Zoro struggling to find Sanji’s bedroom in the Vinsmoke household, I hope you like it! I’m pretty satisfied with how it turned out.

Meet the Vinsmokes

Red opens the door in a fancy suit.

“Hey Zoro, come on in,” he says while adjusting his tie. Zoro nods at him with a smile and enters.

Ichiji is easily the least annoying of the bunch, still annoying sometimes but not even half as much as his siblings. With both quiet but strong personalities, they get along just fine.

Even Reiju gets on his nerves more often than not. She’s too much like Sanji.

“Date night?” Zoro asks him.

“Actually yeah, but don’t tell the others, I told them it was just some work dinner,” he half whispers.

That makes sense, given how much they tease each other, but Red specifically could not live this down.

From a very young age, he was known as the one “without feelings” the most. It was Red, Blue, and Green, but as they grew up, Blue and Green transitioned and showed emotion. Not Red. Not really. Sure, he loves his mom and his siblings, but he rarely shows it. And it’s clear he loves Zeff, just like the rest of them, but that love he shows even less. He’s always been the kind of guy who focuses on his career and making money.

So, Ichiji going on a DATE? A ROMANTIC date? He LIKES likes someone? It’s embarrassing. And Zoro can’t blame him for not wanting his family to find out yet. Hell, it was embarrassing for him once he realized that basically everybody knew he was crushing on his current boyfriend back then.

“Hey I’m just here to wait for the Cook, not to speak to the rest of the Power Rangers,” Zoro tells him.

“Good luck with that,” Ichiji says, takes his car keys, and leaves through the main door.

Now…the house is practically a mansion, not hard for a regular person to get lost, “so what’s left for poor Zoro?” one might ask.

The thing is, he’s been here a good number of times to know his way around. Or so Sanji assures him. But every time he comes in without the blonde it feels like a brand new house.

So he goes through one hall expecting to find the stairs to the bedrooms, but finds the big living room instead.

“ZORO HEY, YOU WANNA PLAY MORTAL KOMBAT WITH ME?” Green screams from the couch in front of the huge TV. He waves a joystick at Zoro.

“No, thanks,” he answers. Zoro knows Yonji looks up to him like an idol. He’s not sure why though, he’s barely an example of anything, and Sanji keeps him in line most of the time anyway.

“Come ONN, I’ll let you be Scorpion this time.” It’s not his fault really, that he’s used to getting what he wants, being the baby of the clan. Zoro doesn’t know how Judge (ugh) and Sora treated him when he was an actual baby, but his siblings basically let him do whatever he wants, even when he’s only younger by a few minutes.

“We never play anymore! What happened to the fun, single, Zoro who never missed an opportunity to play with the coolest Vinsmoke?”

(He finally got with your brother, that’s what) Zoro thinks but doesn’t say. If he told Yonji the truth, that he was only really being friendly with him to get on Sanji’s good side back when they weren’t together yet, it would break his heart. Make Yonji cry and whatever good relationship Zoro has with the family turns into trash pretty quickly.

“Sorry buddy, I’m on the clock”

That´s a lie, the movie starts in no less than two hours, and Sanji is still at the restaurant. But Green doesn´t need to know.

Zoro looks around for a different door. Why are they all the exact same door, though?

“Sure sure, ok some other time then, yeah? How about tomorrow? You’re staying the night, right?” Yonji insists.

“Yeah yeah, we can play tomorrow.”

“Ok! Cool! Can’t wait! But you can’t be Scorpion, that was a one-time offer,” Yonji says as he grabs a handful of chips.

“Sure buddy, bye bye now.” Zoro heads to the door far left, passing the fancy tall flower pots.

With his mouth full, Green keeps talking. “The best I can do is Sub Zero, but I guess you can also be Johnny Cage if you really really want, although he’s usually Niji’s pick. You also got Jax, Sonya Blade…oooh Liu Kang is pretty cool, he seems like your style…”

Zoro closes the door and takes a look at the room. Another big space with some fancy chairs and a couch. Great.

He decides to just go right every time there’s more than one option. So he goes through a couple of bathrooms (mind you, one was the size of his apartment), a studio, a room with just a big piano in it, and then finally the stairs.

Zoro reaches the second floor and goes left. Cause Sanji’s bedroom was to the left, right?

He walks for a bit, just looking around, trying to spot Sanji´s big black door. He contemplates whether to just call out to his boyfriend, but he must be so close, he can´t give up now.

Suddenly, the most annoying voice speaks from behind him.

“Oh ho ho…don’t tell me you’re lost.” A teasing edge to his tone.

Zoro doesn’t turn around. He closes his eyes to prepare himself for this interaction.

Blue.

“You know, for someone who's been in my house a LOT in the past year, you sure don’t act like it.”

“Niji, piss off.” Zoro doesn’t want to deal with his bullshit. Not now and not ever, to be honest.

“Oh don’t be like that, Mossy~” Zoro turns around with a scowl, annoyed at the nickname (only one person can call him that and get away with it). “I can help you, let me see your collar, I’ll call your owner.” The bastard smiles. He’s dressed in his tennis player outfit, holding the racket like an asshole.

Why? Why is he here? Why couldn’t he just be out somewhere else for the day? And why is he here? In this hall? Out of the many many halls in this house?

“Tell me that at least you know these walls,” he gestures at the wall to his left, “are not the walls you usually see during your normal walk.”

“I don’t want your assistance, Number Two.”

“Oh but you do need it, badly, don’t you?” Smug. “I'm sure you don't even know where you are right now, poor little ugly thing.”

He’s as condescending as they come. The typical rich jerk who acts like he's better than anyone else and gets on your nerves. He always manages to find new ways to annoy the hell outta Zoro.

“There is nothing I need less than your clown hair near me.”

“And look who's talking.” Niji might act like the comment didn’t bother him, but his tone change says otherwise. “Maybe all that hair dye is finally getting in your brain, huh?”

“I told you, it’s natural.”

“Sure sure, mine too.” But the sarcasm is evident.

It’s not like natural blue hair doesn’t exist, like Vivi’s, but he’s seen old pictures of Niji, of all of them, and they were all blond when they were kids. Zoro’s hair has always been green.

“I’ve always BEEN like this.” He’s getting irritated.

“You’ve always been directionless? Or as stubborn as a mule? Either way, I bet it’s true.” Niji´s smile is wide and annoying. Zoro wants to punch it.

“Listen, you little-“

“What’s going on here?” A voice interrupts them.

Nightmare is over.

“I was just offering my help to this ungrateful patch of grass.” Niji looks at his brother annoyed, like he was not bothering Zoro just now.

“Help with what, exactly?” Sanji crosses his arms.

“I was just-“ Zoro starts. “He’s been roaming around the house for a good half hour before I ran into him,” Niji interrupts him. “I saw him through the security cameras.”

“Oh yeah?” his boyfriend looks at Zoro with a smile. Very different from Blue, Sanji’s face shows adoration. Doesn’t make the whole thing less embarrassing for Zoro, though.

“How about you mind your business, Sonic?” Zoro says while Sanji grabs his arm and drags him in the opposite direction. “Don’t have anything better to do than watch the camera pointing at the main door?”

“I was trying to spy on my brother, dumbass.” Damn, Ichiji is not gonna like that. “For the record, you think ‘Sonic’ is an insult? I WISH people called me that.”

Sanji stops Zoro before he can say anything else. “Let it go, Moss.” When Niji is out of earshot, Zoro relaxes. Sanji lets go of his arm and interlocks their hands.“I just need to change my jacket and we´ll be on our way.”

“You gotta let me punch him one of these days, you know he’s asking for it,” Zoro pleads, still being dragged by Sanji. (Oh right, these walls do look familiar now) he realizes. These have flowers, while the others had stripes.

“We’ve talked about this, you can’t put your hands on my siblings,” Blondie says patiently.

Zoro protests under his breath.

“Speaking of…”

They reach Sanji’s bedroom. Sanji puts down the code and opens the door. Zoro heads to the desk and sits down, facing Sanji, who stands still in front of him.

“Is there something you wanna tell me?”

Zoro rests his elbows on his legs and looks up at Sanji, confused. “What do you mean?”

“You know how you were…fighting with Niji back there…” Sanji looks at the floor, hesitant.

“If it bothers you so much, I can try to be civil, but he-”

“No, that's…not what I meant- I just…” Sanji struggles and Zoro keeps staring, waiting.

Sanji signs.“He gets on your nerves pretty easily, like I used to. You guys fight a lot, like we used to…and I'm just wondering if maybe that's a…thing, for you,” Sanji won't look at him.

Zoro laughs loudly. “Are you out of your mind?” He gets up and makes Sanji look him in the eye.

“He's not the ‘annoying but hot’ type, not even the ‘annoying but cute’ guy, he's just annoying, plain and simple,” he puts his arms under Sanji´s forearms and smiles. “You're both.”

Sanji grabs a handful of Zoro´s hair and yanks until the latter complains. Then, he lets go and gives him a peck. “Alright, just making sure.”

“I argue with Nami all the time, do you think I want her in my bed?” Zoro says while Sanji goes to his closet to change into a warmer jacket. “Seriously, what were you thinking?” he says almost laughing again.

“I hate you,” Sanji answers with a smile on his face. When he gets close to Zoro again, he points at his face. “You better not tell anyone about this,” he says, suddenly serious.

“That's gonna be difficult, I don't know Curly…” Zoro says teasing him as he heads to the door and opens it.

“Mosshead, I swear-”

They close the door.

[justanothersanjilover]

I actually find it kind of funny that we collectively almost always think that in Zosan/Sanzo fanfics Sanji is the homophonic one and in denial of his own feelings. When Zoro has so much potential as well! Maybe not in the “internalized homophobia” kinda way, but in the “no one ever said something good about gays when I told them I’m gay, so I just assume everyone hates gays…and I have to pretend to hate them, too, to get accepted” kinda way.

Picture a very flamboyant Sanji, kinda open about his sexuality in ways of “I’m bi, I love guys as well, but I don’t really talk about it because no one ask me. I just assume everyone knows…I mean look at me”.

And one day Sanji is at a bar and a guy comes over to flirt with him. Sanji enjoys it, because it’s been a while since a guy showed interest in him. Being stuck on a ship with the same guys doesn’t bring much opportunities. It’s always something different than flirting with women - yes it’s sweet, too, most of the time. But there is this raw undertone and the promise of a rough time (in a good way) that he only gets with men. The guy gets a little touchy and Sanji likes it, goosebumps starting to wash over his body as he feels the callous fingers tracing up his back under his shirt. He smiles at the guy, placing a hand on his shoulder to pull him in and…

The guy gets yanked backward, stumbling and only catching himself on a table right before he can hit the ground. Zoro standing between him and Sanji.

“Get lost,” the swordsman growls and the guy practically flees from the bar.

“I didn’t know…” Sanji starts but gets cut off by Zoro.

“You need to tell those sissies to get lost; otherwise, they won’t leave you alone.”

“Excuse me?” Sanji’s shocked voice goes completely over Zoro’s head.

“Yeah, those bastards won’t leave you alone. You need to be a bit more aggressive and direc…”

A smack echoes through the room as the conversations around them die out. Zoro holding his hurting cheek, looking shocked at an angry Sanji - are those tears in his eyes? What the…and right at that moment Zoro’s mind clicks.

“Shit…sorry! I didn’t…I‘m…”

“Shut up, you big asshole!”

And then Sanji proceeds to literally kick Zoro out of the bar. Landing face-first in the dirt outside, Zoro is a bit disoriented because he hit his head on the cobblestones. Sanji storms out after him, grabbing the swordsman by the back of his shirt and pushing him down the street.

“Cook, let go…I’m…”

“I said shut up, Zoro!”

“But I…”

Sanji shoves Zoro into an ally and pushes him up against a wall - hands fisted in the fabric of his shirt.

“I don't mind you being rough and an idiot; I really don't!” Sanji yells in Zoro’s face.

“Cook…”

“But say those words again, and I will kick your head in!” He gets nearer to Zoro’s face as he talks.

“Let me…”

“I don't know if you’re aware of it.” Sanji yanks Zoro toward him only to crash his back against the wall again.

Zoro tries to talk again, but Sanji’s hand makes harsh contact with his cheek for a second time. He realizes he’d overstepped one of Sanji’s boundaries so far, Sanji is barely able to hold himself back.

“But I’m one of those people you call sissies and bastards. So…”

Suddenly, Zoro launches forward, pressing their lips together and shocking Sanji into complete silence. Another smack sounds as Sanji tries to hit Zoro again, but this time, Zoro can grab his hand, yanking Sanji toward him and turning so the cook is pressed against the wall.

“Can I finish my sentence now?” Zoro growls without actual bite behind his voice.

“I don't want to hear it! What’s even the matter with you?! You insult gay people and when I confront you, you’re kissing me?! What…”

Another press of Zoro’s lips against his shuts Sanji up again. This time Zoro stretches the length of their kiss, trying to deepen it but Sanji finally pushes him away.

“Please?” Zoro mumbles, looking like a beaten dog.

“Fine…but if you kiss me again, I’m gonna kick you from here back to the Sunny!”

Zoro nods and takes a deep breath.

“I don't have anything against gay people,” he holds up a hand as Sanji wants to interrupt. “Would be a bit of a hypocrite, to be honest.”

“The fuck you mean?!”

“I’m gay, cook! Always knew it…It’s just…growing up, every time I told someone, I lost friends or got kicked out from groups I was traveling with…I got beat up - at least they tried. And the amount of times I was told to kill myself, that it’s abnormal and unnatural…”

He shakes his head and looks apologizing at Sanji.

“I know I shouldn't have done what I did in the bar…I know I made the day of that guy so much worse, and I hate myself for it because I know how it feels! But I thought when I go over and “help” you, I wouldn't have to listen to you rambling about how a sissy tried to get touchy with you and how disgusting it was…I’m so sorry…”

Sanji shakes his head and grabs Zoro’s ear to tug on it.

“And you actually never caught the fact that I’m gay…or actually I’m bi. You really never saw that?!”

“You never said something…” Zoro poutes.

“Well, I thought it was obvious! Everyone in the crew knows…except for you apparently!”

“You know I’m not good at this stuff, and reading people is also not my strong side, so…Also, you’re one to scold me for it! You never caught on the fact that I’m gay!”

“I actually thought you weren't interested in anyone, to be honest…”

“Na, being ace is Luffy’s part,” Zoro grins and shakes his head.

Sanji scoffs and grabs Zoro by the front of his shirt, pulling him in. His blue eye fixed on Zoro’s grey.

“You ruined my evening of fun with that guy,” Sanji licks his lips while staring Zoro down - he is almost cute with blushing cheeks. “I think it’s only fair if you take his place. What you say?”

“I…fuck…I’ve never done anything with a guy actually,” Zoro stammers, blushing a even deeper red.

“That’s not gonna stop me, Marimo. But I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

And then Sanji walks toward a motel, Zoro tagging behind him like a dog running after a treat.

[kairunatic]

Help on Housamo character choices in fanfic cast?

I’m working on a crossover fic involving Housamo characters, and I keep changing around the cast. Each team has a theme, and I want to have the characters fit that theme. Here’s the cast list:

(Team Day and Night:

Kenta Inukai

Kotaro

Sandayu

Shuichi Togo

Shiro Motoori

Ebisu

Furufumi

Chernobog

Bohemio

Makara)

(Team Brains and Brawn:

Isaac (resurrected original)

Oz

Gullinbursti

Surtr

Bigfoot

Nobuharu

Yoshito

Babalon

Vapula)

(Team Forgive and Forget:

Claude

Licht

Bertro

Tsathoggua

Cthugha

Duo Togo

Eita Anamori

Yuma

Kurogane Kajiya

Shennong

Balor)

(Team Sweet and Sour:

Arc

Curren

Maria

Jaybird (MC)

Korpokkur

Babe Bunyan

Gunzo Tamamura

Wakan Tanka

Choji Iimori

Kyoma Mononobe

Dagon

Volos

Kyuma Nakatsugi

Shinya Tennouji

Yasuyori)

Also, here are the characters who help the other worlds the other characters are from in the final arc:

(Tsukuyomi

Marchosias

Suzuka

Ellie

Arsalan

Breke

Barguest

Sanzo)

Here’s also each team’s theme:

The leaders (as well as the people they guide) of Day and Night come from different backgrounds, and one series is (arguably) more lighthearted than the other.

The leaders (and the people they guide) of Brains and Brawn are both smart and strong.

The leaders of Forgive and Forget (Claude and Licht) and their teammates have all committed sins in the past, and seek to atone for them.

The characters of Sweet and Sour all have the same thing in common: their personalities can easily change from sweet and kind to bitter and sour in an instant.

As for the assist characters mentioned at the end, during the final arc, they leave Tokyo to help save the other worlds in peril.

Is there anyone I should change in the main teams? Anyone I should add to the assisting cast?

Just go for it

Also pls don't spam my Ask box with the same question lol u sent like 8 asks of this just send one and I'll answer it no need to spam just to get my attention

[katsukissweatypalms]

friends I am once again asking for help: I am needing more zosan / sanzo fic recs…. Would you please send me some ao3 recs? Thx!!!

[detectivesparrow]

Title: In Good Hands

Paring: Sanzo Party x reader (Saiyuki), Genjo Sanzo x reader, Cho Hakki x reader, Son Goku x reader, Sha Gojyo x reader

Word Count: 2.1k.

TW: gn!reader, you compare your hands to the boys', reader has smaller hands, Goku is aged up, everyone is 18+, fluff, Gojyo's is a little suggestive tho

Genjo Sanzo

The Sanzo party's journey had led them to a small, secluded inn nestled amidst the rolling hills, where they sought respite from the trials of the road. As they settled into their rooms for the night, you found yourself drawn to the subtle intricacies of their hands – hands that had wielded weapons, offered prayers, and reached out in moments of both solace and strife. 

The same pair of hands that saved you many times. The ones who, although bloodied and rugged, comfort in times of need.

Sanzo's hands, elegant and refined, bore the scars of a life steeped in battle. 

As he meticulously cleaned his gun, you couldn't help but notice the way his fingers moved with a precision honed by years of practice, each movement deliberate and calculated. 

The way they eased into the crevasses of the gun. 

The way he meticulously cleaned his gun, each movement a testament to the years of skill and experience that defined him.

Sanzo, ever perceptive, noticed the subtle shift in your demeanor and raised an eyebrow in silent inquiry. "Something on your mind?" he asked, his voice cutting through the quiet of the night like a blade.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to articulate the swirling thoughts that danced through your mind. "It's nothing," you replied with a small smile, attempting to brush off your admiration as a mere passing curiosity, "just admiring your hands."

Sanzo just scoffed with a slight blush, looking to the side. With a flick of his wrist, he closed his gun and turned his full attention to you, his piercing gaze boring into your soul with unwavering intensity. "Don't lie to me," he said, his voice softer than you had expected. "I can tell when something's bothering you."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the weight of his scrutiny heavy upon your shoulders. With a deep breath, you summoned the courage to speak your truth. "It's just… I couldn't help but notice the size difference between our hands," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sanzo's expression softened at your confession, a flicker of understanding passing through his eyes. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he reached out to take your hand in his own, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

"It's true," he murmured, his thumb tracing gentle circles against the back of your hand. "Your hands are smaller than mine."

As Sanzo's thumb continued its soothing motion against the back of your hand, a quiet intimacy settled between you, the warmth of his touch melting away the lingering tension in the air.

You met his gaze, finding a depth of understanding in his eyes that took your breath away. "But despite the size difference," you began, your voice soft but resolute, "your hands have always been there for me when I needed them most. They've been my anchor in moments of chaos, my guiding light through the darkness."

Sanzo's expression softened further, a hint of vulnerability flickering across his features. "And yours have been my salvation," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "In a world consumed by violence and chaos, your touch has brought me peace."

A silent understanding passed between you, unspoken words weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and unspoken emotions. At that moment, the weight of the world seemed to lift from your shoulders, replaced by a sense of calm and acceptance.

With a gentle squeeze of your hand, Sanzo broke the spell, his lips quirking up into a small, almost imperceptible smile. "Come on," he said, his voice tinged with warmth. "Let's get some rest. We have a long journey ahead of us."

As you followed him to your bed, a sense of contentment settled over you like a comforting blanket. Hand in hand, his warmth settles in with yours as you both settle in for the night. As you doze off, you faintly register his fingers lightly tracing over your knuckles, holding you tightly.

Cho Hakkai

The soft glow of the lantern cast gentle shadows across the room as Hakkai sat at the small table, his hands deftly preparing dinner with practiced ease. 

The aroma of spices filled the air, mingling with the comforting scent of cooking rice.

You watched him work, mesmerized by the fluidity of his movements and the quiet confidence that seemed to radiate from him like a gentle aura.

Each chop of the knife, each stir of the pot, was performed with a precision that spoke volumes of his culinary expertise.

As he reached for a spice jar on the shelf, you couldn't help but notice the size of his hands – hands that had tended to wounds, prepared meals, and offered comfort in times of need. 

They were strong yet gentle, capable of both great strength and delicate precision, and you found yourself drawn to the contrast between their robustness and your own smaller hands.

As you sat there, lost in thought, the sound of Hakkai's approach eluded your senses until he was standing right beside you. His presence was a comforting one, radiating a sense of tranquility that filled the otherwise silent room. 

"Is something on your mind?" he asked softly, his voice a soothing melody that washed over you like a gentle breeze.

You shook your head, offering him a small smile. "Just thinking," you replied, your gaze drifting to his hands once more. "Yours are so much bigger than mine."

Hakkai glanced down at his own hands as if seeing them for the first time. He chuckled softly, a warm glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes. "I suppose they are," he mused, his fingers tracing patterns in the air as if measuring the space between them.

There was a thoughtful pause before he spoke again, his voice soft and introspective. "It's funny, isn't it? How something as simple as the size of our hands can reveal so much about us," he remarked, his gaze meeting yours with a depth of understanding that took you by surprise.

You nodded in agreement, a sense of warmth blossoming in your chest at the connection you shared. "Yeah," you replied softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "It's like they're a reflection of who we are – our strengths, our weaknesses, our hopes, and our fears."

Hakkai smiled, a tender expression softening the lines of his face as he reached out to gently take your hand in his own. His touch was warm and reassuring, a silent reassurance of the bond that existed between you. "No matter the size of our hands, what matters is how we use them," he said quietly, his voice a gentle reassurance in the quiet of the room.

As you both sat together, surrounded by the peaceful ambiance of the quiet room, you felt a sense of comfort wash over you.

Your hands intertwined, fingers laced together.

It was as if time had stood still, and all that mattered in the world was the two of you, sitting there, enjoying each other's company, and being content in each other's presence.

Son Goku

The Sanzo party had set up camp for the night, the crackling fire casting flickering shadows across the clearing. 

As the group settled in for the evening, you found yourself sitting beside Goku, the comforting heat of the fire enveloping you both as you enjoyed a simple meal of meat buns.

The aroma of cooked dough and savory filling filled the air, mingling with the smoky scent of the campfire.

Goku seemed to sense your gaze and turned to look at you, his eyes bright with curiosity. "What's up?" he asked, a lopsided grin spreading across his face, "are you full?"

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should voice the observation or question his grab for food. 

But before you could respond, Goku reached out and gently took your hand in his own, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the strength you knew lay within his grasp.

As his fingers intertwined with yours, you couldn't help but marvel at the stark contrast in size between your hands. He engulfed yours, his thumb brushing against the back of your hand in a gesture that was both comforting and intimate.

"Goku, your hands..." you began, trailing off as you struggled to find the right words.

Goku glanced down at your hands, a look of realization dawning on his face as he took in the size difference. "Oh yeah, I guess my hands are kinda big, huh?" he chuckled sheepishly, his cheeks flushing slightly.

You nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Yeah, they are," you agreed, unable to tear your gaze away from the sight of your hands intertwined with Goku's.

For a moment, there was silence between you, the crackling of the fire the only sound filling the air. But then Goku spoke again, his voice soft and filled with a warmth that melted away any lingering awkwardness.

"But you know," he said, his gaze meeting yours with a sincerity that took your breath away, "your hands might be smaller, but they're just as strong as mine. Maybe even stronger."

You blinked in surprise at his heartfelt words, feeling a rush of warmth flood your cheeks as a wave of emotion washed over you. "Thank you, Goku," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, your heart fluttering in your chest at the tenderness in his eyes.

Goku's smile softened, his gaze locking with yours in a moment that felt suspended in time.

The flickering firelight danced in his eyes, reflecting the depth of his feelings as he held your gaze with unwavering intensity.

"Anytime," he replied, his voice a soft murmur that sent shivers down your spine.

As he spoke, his grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly, the subtle gesture sending a thrill of electricity coursing through your veins. 

It was as if in that fleeting moment, the world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you and the unspoken promise of a connection that transcended words.

Sha Gojyo

The air in the cramped inn room was thick with tension, the dim light casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. 

As you sat across from Gojyo at the small table, a silence hung heavy between you, broken only by the soft murmur of voices drifting in from the bustling street outside.

Gojyo's crimson eyes flickered with a mixture of frustration and concern as he watched you fumble with the cards in your hand, your fingers struggling to maintain a firm grip on the slick surface. 

With a sigh, he reached out to gently take the cards from your grasp, his touch surprisingly gentle against your skin.

"Here, let me help you with that," he murmured, his voice low and soothing as he deftly shuffled the deck with practiced ease. As he worked, you couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between his long, slender fingers and your own smaller, more delicate ones.

As Gojyo's fingers brushed against yours, a jolt of electricity shot through you, igniting a warmth that spread from your fingertips to the depths of your soul. His touch was electrifying yet tender, a paradox that left you breathless and longing for more.

"Thanks, Gojyo," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, your heart pounding in your chest as you met his gaze. 

There was an intensity in his crimson eyes, a depth of emotion that mirrored your own, and for a moment, it felt as if the rest of the world had faded away, leaving only the two of you in the quiet intimacy of the inn room.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of Gojyo's lips as he returned your gaze, his fingers stilling against the cards as he held your hand in his own. "Anytime," he replied, his voice a gentle caress that sent shivers down your spine.

"Well, since we are holding hands, we can't exactly play cards anymore. Can we?" you say cheekily, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"Guess not," Gojyo chuckled, his gaze softening as he squeezed your hand gently. "But I think I've found something much better to do." With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he leaned closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours. "How about we find another way to pass the time?" he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

[bobalegsanji]

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Nice to meet you! I'm Sage ☘

I like to write on AO3 and yap about anything I can think of. I tend to write zosan/sanzo, please read the trigger warnings carefully before reading any of my works! I talk a lot about my mental health problems in AND out of fics on here. This is a safe space for me, be kind please *smooches u*

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My tags: #sage's mediocre moodboards #sage's love letters #sage's rants (I'll add more when I remember them lmfao)

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I've got you -> Sanji closes his eyes, leaning into the feeling of the warm hands on his face. ‘’Please…’’ he whispers, ‘’I… Please. Promise me you will if I ask.’’

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UMMNWD -> Sanji just needs a little love in a world that couldn’t care less

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Are you there? -> ‘’This didn’t happen.’’ ‘’It did, and we’re going to talk about it,’’ Zoro says, not caring about what Sanji has to say. ‘’You’re not doing well, and we’re going to fix it.’’ Sanji sighs. He’s still leaning on Zoro, he desperately needs Zoro’s steadiness as his feet occasionally trip over one another. ‘’I’m doing just fine,’’ he responds, barely audible.

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Pseud: OverwhelmedsSanji

Duck post

[bunnimew]

Fuzzy Friends

"I always forget how soft he is," Goku said, reverently petting down Hakuryuu's back.

"Would you stop?" Sanzo asked. "We need to go."

The monkey and the dragon gave him such pitiful looks of disappointed betrayal that Sanzo could not help himself, despite his hardened heart.

"Fine. Five more minutes."

[dorokora]

Chapter 15 Episode 8 Part 2

We start with Narration from Amaterasu. After she exiled her shameless brother Susanoo, the shrine where she lived has been quiet for a long time. Since then, she has continue to shine light from one end of Takamagahara to the other as the daytime ruler. She’s glad Tsukuyomi is the ruler of the night. When I see his face, it reminds her of Susanoo even more. If the System of Eden is a ``mechanism for managing sin,'' System of Takamagahara is a ``mechanism for managing shame.'' The difference is, ``Do you see sin through God in yourself?'' or ``Do you see shame through God in others?'' And her younger brother...Susanoo's shame deserved to be banished from this world. Therefore, he is expelled as a heretic. As a politician, it was a natural thing to do. But then what about Amaterasu? She wonder ls who will look at her own sins that need to be illuminated. Who's to say that she didn't just banish him for the sake of the world? Who else but her will tell her, ``I am a sinner too''? As a politician and the top of the world, she has brought to light many ``shame'' ever since. There were many cases in which she had no choice but to regret whatever choice she made, and she continued to judge. That what it means to be in charge of the highest responsibility as an individual. This has been the case in any world and any era up until now. And no matter what the world reps do, they cannot become anything other than the majority in the ``system'' of this world. In that sense, there is no difference in the positions of the ``world reps'' and the ``exiles.'' All alone in a closed world. The only difference is whether you have to stay or leave. And now that Susano has left this world, no one will ever see her as an individual anymore. But she wanted to meet Susanoo just one more time.

We cut to Curren, she says that is the limit of individual judgment. The "mechanism" of the future will only be created by overcoming this. Old-fashioned "world reps" who say they can be relieved. Our future will bring you salvation. Sephiroth starts asking who summoned him and starts talking about the old promise made with the "God" of Eden that tells the story of the feuding siblings. Siblings fight each other, and those who bear the burden of sin end up in the land of Nod, east of Eden, where life flourishes. its meaning is "the land of expulsion". A land for the outcast. Eventually, the exiles built a great city in the far east. God revealed words to the exiles. "You must be able to overcome ignorance." The 10 conflicting rules causing Sephiroth’s sanity to go away and now he’s gone berserk. It eats and absorbs what it sees. It just transforms into something more and reproduces. The ground Sanzo is standing on crumbles and he ends up in a dark room. Curren tells MC It doesn't matter if you guys can't understand anything she’s going to say from now on. Until now, we have logically and statistically observed and recorded that all humans in Tokyo are sinners. By this time, they will consider that we have completed their personalized study of the extreme situation of the local people in this city. The conclusion is as follows. It has been proven that if a majority cannot exist stably, all worlds are equally hellish. In this situation, Plan C has a better chance of becoming the optimal solution than Plan A and B. This was originally a research theme proposed by that latest modified human Kokopelli. Now, let's get started.

We cut to Gunzo and Kyuma who have been freed from the future memory brainwashing. They were recognized for their first-class acceleration aptitude, and cried out “the Future is coming!” We cut to Nomad who looks up in the sky and sees the person he’s been looking all this time. They see a giant metal orb in the sky. It exists. However, Touji and the others were unable to recognize it, as if their thoughts were covered in a mosaic. Curren says this will be the first and last human created by future humans, and will be more than human. This is because the limited consciousness and intelligence of the current human race cannot comprehend the full scale of the situation. Shiro and the other are freed from their future memories only to be absorbed by Sephiroth seconds later. Curren steps in front of MC and says it’s been a whole. MC remembers their last confrontation with Curren back in Akihabara. Curren says she’s here to pick MC up. She says the flotation orb in the sky is her big brother. He was the previous person in charge of Plan C, which taught humanity, and he dedicated his life to the future. If there is someone who can truly be called a utopian world rep right now, that person floating in the sky would be the right person. The orb floating in the sky is the god of the future. They call it "MxOTHER". Eventually, humanity will surrender its top position to MxOTHER, who can imagine a future that we cannot imagine. The world needs a new type of ``God'' to replace the old system that relies on individual roles and rules. And it is desirable that it is not an individual, but an ``optimal individual for future transplantation'' that is equipped with the personalities of multiple people. Once those lost parts are recovered, the new "God" will finally be completed. And MC is that lost parts. The giant robot grabs MC. Toji tries to intervene but the robot stopped time. Sanzo is hanging onto Sephiroth’s arm. So Curren changed her target to him. But she is stopped by Michael and Amaterasu. Amaterasu says that the management was connected behind the scenes to MxOTHER, which acts as the World rep and evasions won't work anymore. Their plan is to steal the "trophy". Back in future city, Sephiroth summoned the soldiers of the future world of utopia, the missing mobs appear. Nobumichi sees this and knows what Moritaka meant. That is future if he continue like this, I'll end up like those missing mobs too.

He heard this from his father, Shino, who is not related to him by blood. About his mother, about a person called Fushihime. In an era when humans and beasts did not interact, their souls were brought to fruition through a connection unlike any other. That is the ``sacred artifact'' of this jewel, representing the Hakkenshi. The ``parts of our bodies'' that they never let go of are gifts from these two people. His soul's father, that Yafusa, said that he still doesn’t understand their mother's feelings. No matter how many questions Masashi asks, he never gets an answer, just like that. However, Yafusa said that's okay. He feels ashamed that he doesn’t understand, but that's okay. What on earth did that Yafusa want to convey? They have come to the future from a time when love between beastmen and humans was not allowed. They came to Tokyo from an era where war after war never ceased. This is a paradise where you can love anyone. But still--he just can't order someone to love him. That's okay, because if you change that regret, even this love will no longer be yours alone. “What I can do” is not the only thing that makes me who I am. In that case---don't turn away from your own failures. That’s what Shino would say.

We cut to the other Rule Makers World Reps. Koropokkuru says he knows that Curren’s plan and the whole "disposal of children" part. He has done a lot of things in his hometown. But you can't fool him. That's the only thing he has to teach her properly! We cut to MC chasing after Sephiroth. Amaterasu saved MC before one of Sephiroth’s roots hits them. She says have no intention of asking anyone to forgive her for what happened like with the Genociders. Until she took responsibility and do what she has to do. But MC says they won’t forget what they did but they should work together now anyway. Amaterasu thinks her brothers future shines brightly. She has always been jealous of that radiance. A single tear flows from Amaterasu's eyes. Amaterasu says she is Takamagahara's World Rep. Let's keep standing with that pride until the end. What I was able to do, what I did, and what I couldn't do, are mine. She wants MC to remember what she does. She doesn’t want them to forget her again, her own selfishness. Battle start as MC and Amaterasu charges at Sephiroth.

After battle, Amaterasu says she knows about Sephiroth from Michael. It just collects life, doesn't differentiate between good and evil, and covers the world. It consumes the "memories" of all things and creates a single "god". But her “shame” is her own. She’s not going to give anyone the regrets of not being able to do it to. If she were to cover the world, she would say, ``I'll do everything I can until I burn it!'' Amaterasu fires a huge beam of light emitted from her mirror that burns the roots of Sephiroth to keep him from regenerating. But unleashing all of that power was too much for her and she starts to disappear. She says once you cross the loop, you will surely forget this memory again. So this is fine for her. MC and Amaterasu do the expection kiss process. She tells MC to stay well and stay safe. No matter where you go from now on. That’s all she wanted. Amaterasu disappeared into the light. Else where, Tsukiyomi wonders if Amaterasu was able to choose this time. Daikoku somberly says farewell to her and that she’s now in the same in the place as him. Daikoku then calls Raven and tells him it’s time to end this otherwise he will reveal a secret to all the app users. Raven agrees and him and the Exter troops withdraw from the battle. We then cut to MC rushing to help Michael who is fighting Curren.

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@r3loaded asked → " how's the whole 'dead' thing working out for you? " ( src. / accepting. )

That brusque and uncompromising manner of speaking is, Hakkai has come to learn, quite usual for Genjo Sanzo. It's a little nicer than he would have expected to have someone around who treats his current existence so matter-of-factly. Sanzo does not step delicately around the rotten wood in the floor of Hakkai's newly forged heart—he punches through it, unforgiving and half-uncaring, so those weak spots might be replaced.

Hakkai is more than a little infatuated with the way Sanzo lives, though he's not ignorant to the fact that there's clearly something heart-rending behind Sanzo's rotting interior, too.

"It's working out well, as a matter of fact," Hakkai reports. He is both polite and deeply grateful, and the two sentiments seem to battle for presence in his tone of voice. Sanzo probably isn't the sort of person who'd appreciate his sentimentality, and anyway, they hardly know eachother. "Gojyo hasn't complained to me about my continued stay in his house, and I've finally been able to make myself known to the locals."

He doesn't mention the tension that's seeped its way between himself and Gojyo, thick but permeable. Hakkai feels like his every step is under some strange kind of scrutiny—Gojyo never complains, but he rarely engages with Hakkai's gratitude or his care, which in many ways is worse than just complaining. Hakkai sometimes feels invisible there, though the two of them speak to eachother.

He wonders if the only thing keeping him there is the thought that he doesn't want to leave behind the man who had picked him up, half-dead and spilling his intestines on the road, and nursed him back to health. If Gojyo really doesn't need him as much as he'd thought, what else is there that stays his leave?

The close-lipped smile he gives Sanzo is, of course, made to hide those complicated feelings. Above everything else, he's grateful for the life that he's been allowed to live, and no matter how things go with Gojyo, he's determined to spend as long as he needs repaying the debt he owes to Sanzo in the little ways he's capable of; tutoring Goku and spending time at Keiun Temple. 

"Actually, I wanted to thank you for trusting me enough to allow me to go back there." Expertly changing the subject, Hakkai reaches down to the bag he'd packed in preparation for his trip back to the temple. "If you'll excuse the poor presentation—I brought something for you."

Steadily and easily, he removes the bulk of the bag's weight and sets it on the desk that separates him and Sanzo; two medium-sized containers, washed and reused from some cheap restaurant or another that Hakkai doesn't yet know the name of, filled with his own cooking. He pushes the slightly smaller one on his right towards Sanzo; despite the distance he'd travelled, the materials of the container are still warm.

"I don't have much else to busy myself with, as I'm sure you could have guessed. You seemed to enjoy the chazuke I made during my stay here, so I figured it would be a suitable thing to bring over. Although," Hakkai glances at the other, larger container, an amused smile creeping onto his face, "I did realize Goku wouldn't be satisfied with just that, so I brought him some stir fry."

[ciaossu-imagines]

This is a smut headcanon free space: what is your recent favorite smut headcanon about any character? :)

Wow! This is such an amazing ask, because it really does give me so much freedom to rant. I have so many smutty headcanons, so I just chose one recent, or strongly held one, for one character from each fandom!

For KHR, Skull gets really turned on by long make-out sessions and likes to drag them out. He also really likes the fact that, these make-out sessions, they leave his lipstick – his colours – all over his partner. It’s his favourite way of marking them up.

For K, Enomoto watches a lot of really fucked up hentai. Nothing with underage characters, because even the hint of that will absolutely sicken him, but some really kinky or extreme hentai tropes…he’s actually pretty chill about them now because he’s watched so much of it. He definitely has a playlist and monster fucking?? Up his alley.

For Nanbaka, Rock has a fantasy of using that Magic Shell chocolate ice cream topping in the bedroom. He really wants to pour it over his partner’s breasts, let it harden, and then he wants the fun of licking and nibbling it off…that or he wants to see if he can remove it in one whole piece so that he’ll have an edible mold of what he considers the most perfect tits in the world that he can munch away on (after he finishes ravishing them).

For Iruma-kun!, Opera really has a thing for brat-like subs.

For Bungou Stray Dogs, Fyodor…well, let’s just say that what he has in imagination, charisma, and mental stamina more than makes up for what he lacks in actual physical stamina.

For Servamp, Johannes would definitely be completely into strapping his partner down on an examination table and then running all sorts of sexual ‘tests’ on them to see what really makes them tick that way…and yes, he would be more than willing to incorporate toys into there.

For Saiyuki, Sanzo is the least picky of the main boys about his sexual partner’s physical looks but, given his nearly non-existent libido and his dislike for ninety-nine percent of people touching him, he’s the pickiest about who he has sex with overall.

For Mystic Messenger, Zen likes to throw his hair up into a ponytail or bun before sex just because it tends to get in the way…that, and a partner laying on your hair…not so much sexy as it is painful.

For Ikerev, Loki has a huge ‘marking’ kink, both giving and receiving.

For ES21, Suzuna likes to have sex while wearing her cheerleader’s uniform…and would be into roleplay.

For The Outsiders, sex with Two-Bit tends to be really goofy and fun and he actually gets really nervous if sex gets too serious and romantic.

For Ronin Warriors, Kento always grabs a snack after sex and really likes morning sex because then he gets laid, gets breakfast, and it’s the ideal start to any day, right?

For Kekkaishi, Masamori would be really into blindfolding his lover and possibly experimenting with other sensory deprivation type play on them.

For GetBackers, Shido doesn’t need any beastly form like Ban has joked…that boy is just naturally fucking hung. Biggest dick out of the whole cast of characters, to the point it’s intimidated some of his former partners. He’s careful about getting his partners used to his size though instead of just expecting them to take it all right away.

For Blush Blush, Sven can hold entire conversations during sex…not dirty talk or conversations about what’s happening, but just normal ass, run of the mill conversations.

For COTT, Odie ends up biting his lips or worrying them between his teeth a lot during sex.

For Ultimate Spider-Man, Flash gets too enthusiastic during sex sometimes and can cause accidents…he’s tumbled himself and his partner off the bed at least once.

[geraniumplant]

(any muse) what is your definition of love?

Vash: "Love is someone who holds your hand when you need it the most."

Wolfwood: "You don't have to know everything to love someone. You just have to believe that you know enough."

Sanzo: "Dying is easy. Living for someone is the true testament to love."

Grimmjow: "Why the hell would you ask such a ridiculous question?"

Vergil: "Having the strength to protect them."

D: "True love is to care for someone far deeper than what's on the surface."

Abel: "When your heart aches at thought of losing them."

[tofueggnoodles]

Saiyuki Noisy – Cinderella?

Note: As previously stated, I did not plan to translate stuff for which translations are already available. However, when I was translating the cast talk from Saiyuki Noisy, I came upon Gojyo’s voice actor (Hirata Hiroaki) talking about his effort to come up with a suitable ‘voice’ for Cinderella. I thought it was a pity that the currently available translation in English was far from adequate in conveying the hilarity in ‘Saiyuki Noisy – Cinderella?’.

At least three translations exist of ‘Saiyuki Noisy – Cinderella?’ that I’m aware of, in Chinese, Spanish and English. The last was derived from the Spanish translation. The Chinese translation is the best of the three. It was a great help for the translation of the last three minutes. I can only hope that my translation will improve my fellow Saiyuki fans’ enjoyment of this wonderful CD Drama.

Apologies for my rambling preamble. Now, on to the story!

Summary: In place of a missing theatrical troupe, the Ikkou performed a play based on a famous fairy tale, Cinderella. As expected, they ‘came up’ with a hilarious take of the original tale.

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Hakkai: This is a pretty bustling town, isn’t it?

Sanzo: Looks like it’s never been attacked by youkai. Not yet, anyway.

Goku: Hey, there are food stalls over there. I smell something good–

Gojyo (elbows him): Before food, we should get cigarettes. Cigarettes! Running out of them is no joke, I tell you.

Hakkai: No, let’s look for an inn first. It’s going to get dark soon.

Man: Ah, we’ve been waiting for you! Thank you very much for taking the trouble to come here to entertain the town’s children today.

Goku: Eh? Who are you, pops?

Man: Excuse me for not introducing myself first. I’m the mayor of this town. That’s right, honored members of the theatrical troupe, please come this way. The children are waiting for you.

Gojyo: Hah? Theatrical troupe?

Hakkai: I’m sorry, but haven’t you mistaken us for somebody else? We’re not a theatrical troupe.

Man: There you go with the jokes again. With such a conspicuous appearance, what else could you be but a theatrical troupe?

Sanzo: Oi, he's talking about you, red kappa.

Gojyo: He's probably talking about you, corrupt priest.

Goku: One's as bad as the other.

Sanzo and Gojyo: Don't lump us together!

Hakkai: Um, there's certainly one or two among us who stand out, but we’re really not a troupe of actors.

Man: Then, where have the real actors gone to?

Gojyo: Even if you were to ask us....

Sanzo: Now that you mention it, on our way here, there were a few guys who seemed to be at a loss in front of an overturned horse-drawn wagon.

Goku: Aah! If it’s those guys you’re talking about, they said they had to turn back because their costumes had been ruined or something.

Hakkai: Those are probably the real troupe of actors.

Man: No way! Then, does this mean that the theatrical troupe won’t be coming?

Goku: Uh, apparently, yeah.

Man: That puts me in a fix. The children are already waiting before the stage. They’re all looking forward to the play today.

Sanzo: As if I cared!

Hakkai: I'm sorry Mister Mayor, but since the misunderstanding has been cleared, we’ll be taking our leave of you.

Goku: Once we arrive at an inn, we’ll have dinner there, right?

Gojyo: Before that, we need to get cigarettes! Cigarettes!

Man: Please wait! You are travelers, aren’t you? Therefore, I’ll take care of your accommodation. In return, would you perform the play in place of the theatrical troupe?

Gojyo: Hah?

Sanzo: A joke that’s not funny at all.

Man: Please! There’s nothing else I can think of. If you take on this task, I’ll prepare dinner for you as well.

Goku: Ah? Really? You’ll treat us to dinner?

Man: Yes, of course!

Goku: Yay!

Hakkai: What should we do, Sanzo?

Sanzo: We’ll refuse him, obviously.

Gojyo: Yeah. No way we’d do such a bothersome thing.

Hakkai: I’m sorry, Mister Mayor. Won’t you please lift your head?

Man: Ah, woe is me!

Goku: Eh! Even though he’s generously offered to treat us to dinner....

Gojyo: In your case, anything would be fine as long as it can go into your stomach, wouldn’t it?

Goku: That’s not true! I’d definitely prefer something tasty.

Hakkai: Now, now, Goku. The meals at the inn will surely be delicious too.

Goku: Mm, that’s right. Ah, thinking about food has made me hungry!

Sanzo: Don’t make such a racket by the roadside. It’s unsightly!

Man (rushes to catch up with them): If– if you won’t perform the play, I can’t make any accommodation available to you.

Goku: Eh?

Gojyo: Hah?

Man: You’ll be forbidden from shopping in this town as well. I’ll make sure that none of the restaurants or groceries serve you. Would that be fine with you?

Sanzo: Oi, old geezer! (grabs the mayor) What are you trying to pull?

Man: I–it's useless to threaten me. If I say we won’t serve you, we won’t!

Hakkai: This puts us in a difficult position. Setting aside the matter of accommodation, being unable to shop for provisions is a bit–

Goku: Why?

Hakkai: See, we’ve run out of food, haven’t we? If we’re not able to replenish our food supply here, we’ll have to fast during the one week it’ll take to reach the next town.

Goku: Eh? There’s no way I’m gonna fast for one week! I’ll do it! I’ll perform the play!

Gojyo: Idiot! Don’t just promise something without due consideration, monkey! Try thinking about it carefully. Us, performing a play? That’s impossible, right? Impossible, impossible!

Sanzo: You can’t be serious.

Hakkai: Still, you both have run out of cigarettes too, you know.

(Sanzo and Gojyo let out gasps of shock and dismay.)

Hakkai: Never mind the fasting – can you both abstain from smoking for one week?

Gojyo: Ab–abstain.... P–please allow me to perform the play.

Hakkai: What about you, Sanzo?

Sanzo: Tch. Just get this over with as soon as we can.

Goku: Yay! I’ll get to eat!

Hakkai: Therefore, Mister Mayor, although I can’t guarantee what sort of play it’ll turn out to be, please let us perform it.

Man: Oh, thank you very much! Then, I’ll show you to the backstage dressing room at once. This way, please.

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Man (dumps something heavy on the floor): The play you’ll be performing is ‘Cinderella.’ I’ve prepared the costumes, so please change into them in this dressing room. Since the show will begin in five minutes’ time, please hurry and make sure you’re ready by then. (walks out of the room and closes the door)

Gojyo: Five minutes? Isn’t that a bit of a rush?

Hakkai: But it helps that the play we’re going to perform happens to be Cinderella. Even if we don’t have the time to read the script, it seems like we’ll be able to manage somehow or another.

Sanzo: I see. Is this ‘Cinderella’ such a simple play?

Hakkai: Eh? Don’t tell me that you’ve never even heard of Cinderella, Sanzo?

Sanzo: Never heard of it.

Goku: Me neither.

Gojyo: Ah. Me neither.

Hakkai: None of you three know of Cinderella? It’s a rather famous fairy tale, though.

Sanzo: Until now, I’ve not encountered any difficulty despite my ignorance of it.

Gojyo: I have no interest in stuff like fairy tales.

Hakkai: I’ve not expected this situation at all.

Goku: Well, as you said, we’ll manage somehow or another. It’s not that complicated of a play, is it?

Gojyo: Yeah! Besides, that old geezer said the audience is made up of kids. Even if we were to mess up a bit, it shouldn’t be a problem.

Hakkai (sighs): You’re right. There’s no point worrying about it. Let’s carry our copies of the scripts and read out our lines from them as we perform the play. Also, we’ll have to decide on our roles. Alright, everyone, please draw a lot. (fishes out a rattling can)

Sanzo: Oi, when did you make those things?

Hakkai: I made the right call to habitually prepare these in advance in anticipation of situations such as this one.

Gojyo: What sort of situations did you mean by ‘situations such as this one?’

Hakkai: Never mind that. Please hurry up and draw your lot. If we don’t change into our costumes soon, we won’t make it in time.

Goku: Then, I’ll pick this one.

Sanzo: Tch. (picks something from the can)

Gojyo: Here I go.

Hakkai: Everyone’s picked their lot, right? Then, each of you, please check the role written on your lot. Mine is – ah – the stepmother.

Goku: Mine’s the fairy godmother. What about you, Sanzo?

Sanzo: The prince.

Gojyo: Mine’s... (reads out from his lot) Cinderella. Oh! Is this the title role?

Hakkai: Yes, that’s right. Congratulations, Gojyo.

Goku: Eh? Gojyo gets to play the main character? I’m so envious!

Gojyo: Well, a worthy role will naturally go to a handsome man.

Sanzo: If that's the case, it can’t be a decent character.

Gojyo: Did you say something, Your Highness?

Sanzo: Hmmph.

Hakkai (claps twice): All right, everyone. We don’t have much time left. Please change into your costumes immediately. We’ll go on stage right away.

Goku: Okay!

Sanzo: Tch. How bothersome!

(They take the costumes out of the boxes.)

Gojyo: Hey Hakkai, which is the main character’s costume? I can’t find something that looks like it though.

Hakkai: Ah, here’s your costume. (flips the costume)

Gojyo: E–eh... th–this is my costume?

Hakkai: Yes.

Gojyo: Seriously?

Hakkai: Seriously.

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(A hubbub among the audience, interrupted by a loud buzzer. An applause ensues.)

Hakkai: Once upon a time, there was a very beautiful, but very pitiful girl. Her name was Cinderella. Day in and day out, under the tyranny of her stepmother, she was treated like a servant and made to toil at menial tasks.

(The stage light turns on.)

Gojyo (muttering to himself as he enters the stage): Really, what’s with this costume? Why do I have to do something like cross-dress for a play?

Hakkai (whispers): Your lines, Gojyo.

Gojyo: Mm? Huh? Aren’t you supposed to play the stepmother?

Hakkai: We don’t have enough people, so I’m serving concurrently as the narrator. More importantly, hurry up and say your lines.

Gojyo: Y–yeah. Uhh.... (gets in character) Mother, I have a favor to ask of you. Please take me with you to the ball tonight.

Hakkai (in character): Ah, an unkempt and useless girl like you wants to go to the ball? How about refraining from making such an annoying request, Cinderella?

Gojyo: Hey.... according to the script, you’re supposed to say nothing more than, “You go to the ball? Don’t say such a foolish thing, Cinderella.”

Hakkai (whispers): That’s just my adaptation of the stepmother’s line. Please don't worry about it.

Gojyo: But I don’t think that adaptation’s necessary.

Hakkai: Never mind that. I’ll go on, all right? (in character) Besides, Cinderella, you’ve done dismally at the cleaning tasks I’ve ordered you to perform today, haven’t you? Look! There’s still some dust left on the window frame here. Please perform the cleaning tasks over again.

Gojyo: This guy’s surely enjoying himself. (clears his throat and gets in character) I’ll redo the cleaning properly once I’ve returned from the ball.

Hakkai (in character): Are you still going on about that nonsense? I can’t allow you to do such an outrageous thing such as meeting the prince. Well, I’ll be going to the ball though. As for you, make sure you work hard on doing the cleaning.

Gojyo (in character): Ah, Mother!

Hakkai (as the narrator): Thus, poor Cinderella was not allowed to attend the ball and was made to stay at home alone.

Gojyo (in character): Ah! And I had so wanted to wear a lovely dress and meet the prince too.

Goku (rushes to the stage): I’ll make your wish come true.

Gojyo (in character): Eh? Who on earth are you?

Goku (in character): I’m a fairy godmother who happens to be passing by. Let me prepare a carriage and a dress for you, Cinderella. Uhh... and then, at the ball – (breaks character) Hey, what’s a ball? Is it some sort of a fight?

Gojyo: It’s not that kind of ball. That’s not it. Errr... how should I say it.... Well, to put it simply, it’s a party.

Goku: Eh, so it’s a party. Then, it’s a place where one gets to eat tasty stuff, isn’t it? I want to go too!

Gojyo: No, no, no.... There’s nothing in the script about the fairy godmother attending the ball too.

Goku: Why not, meanie?

Gojyo: Because that’s not what your character’s supposed to do! Anyway, never mind that. Just hurry up and say your next line.

Goku: Eh? Ah, what’s it again.... Let me see... ah, that’s it. The pumpkin! (in character) I’ll magic the pumpkin into a carriage. (breaks character) The pumpkin – was it the thing someone left at the end of the stage? I just ate it a while ago.

Gojyo: Hah?! That was a raw pumpkin!

Goku: But I was hungry. Hey, I want to go to the ball too. How about taking me to dinner there?

Gojyo: As for dinner, I’ll treat you to some food later. Hurry up and cast your spell on me already! If you don’t do that, the play can’t go on.

Goku: That’s a promise, okay? (gets back in character) Well then, Cinderella, I’ll cast a spell on you. But, it’ll only last until the stroke of midnight. You must not forget that! There, there!

(Sound effect denoting magical transformations at work.)

Hakkai (as the narrator): What an amazing thing! As soon as the fairy godmother finished her incantation, Cinderella’s shabby clothes turned into a lovely dress. The half-eaten pumpkin transformed into a splendid carriage.

Gojyo (in character): Oh! With this, I’ll make it in time for the prince’s ball!

Hakkai (as the narrator): Delighted, Cinderella hurriedly got on the carriage and headed to the ball being held at the castle.

(Orchestral music plays in the background.)

Gojyo (in character): So this is the castle. I wonder if it’s as marvelous as they say.

Hakkai (as the narrator): And then, Cinderella came face-to-face with the prince of this country. (whispers to Gojyo) By the way, Cinderella, despite your apparent discomfort, you’ve been showing a surprising amount of passion in your acting.

Gojyo: Shut up! (gets back in character) Well, where’s the prince?

(Sparkling sound effect followed by ominous music and heavy footsteps.)

Sanzo: Tch.

Gojyo (grumbles to himself): What a boorish-looking prince! Any woman would run away barefoot at the sight of that!

Sanzo: Hmmph!

Gojyo (in character): I wonder if that’s His Highness. What a lovely gentleman!

(Sanzo grunts.)

Gojyo (in character): Eh... errr.... I’d be so delighted if I could have a dance with such a gentleman.

Sanzo: Tch.

Gojyo: Hey, Sanzo.

Sanzo: Hah?

Gojyo: Don’t just click your tongue. Say your lines. Look, it’s written here in the script that the prince is to ask Cinderella to dance with him.

Sanzo: I'll pass on that.

Gojyo: What did you mean by ‘pass?’

Sanzo: How could anyone possibly ask such a loathsome creature for a dance? Just leave your shoe here and get out of my sight right away!

Gojyo: Why you.... It’s not like I’m wearing this costume because I wanted to!

Sanzo: Shut up, freak.

Gojyo: Who’re you calling a freak?

Sanzo: Who else is there aside from you? I’m getting a headache just by looking at you. Just get lost already!

Gojyo: You, you.... I can’t do this anymore! (takes off his shoe) Here, take the shoe! I’d refuse to dance with you even if it’d cost me my life!

Sanzo: What a coincidence. The feeling’s mutual.

Gojyo: Hah?

Sanzo: You’re an eyesore, damn kappa.

Gojyo: I’ll tell what an eyesore is. It’s that fluttering costume of yours.

Sanzo: What did you just say?

Gojyo: Lace does not suit you at all! What’s with those half-assed calf-length pumpkin pants? You sure don’t look like a supreme priest of Tougenkyou in them.

Sanzo: You bastard! (cocks his gun and shoots)

Gojyo: Whoa! That was a close call. Hey! What are you doing–

Sanzo: Be quiet! Die! (shoots again)

Gojyo: Watch it! The bullet just grazed me! Would a normal person shoot his gun in a crowded place like this? What would you do if you’d hit one of the kids?

Sanzo: Shut your mouth. If you keep still, it’ll be over with one shot! (shoots once more)

Gojyo: Whoa! (dodges yet another gunshot) Whoa!

(The children begin to laugh as more gunshots ring out.)

Goku: Hey Hakkai, this is somehow is no different from the usual us. Is it okay to perform ‘Cinderella’ this way?

Hakkai: It’s a major deviation from the script, but it seems to be well-received by the children. So why not just embrace it as an innovative take of the original tale?

Goku: I see! Then, as I thought, a ‘ball’ is a place where people fight, right? [a pun: the first two syllables the term for ball, butoukai, butou, sounds similar to the term for martial arts, budou]

Hakkai: It probably is, at least for those two.

Sanzo: Damn kappa! Die already! (shoots)

(Gojyo shouts as he evades yet another bullet.)

Sanzo: Shit! Tch! Stop dodging my shots, you freak of a kappa!

Gojyo: Whoa! That was close! Hold it! How many more shots will it take before you stop**?

Sanzo: Hey, wait!

Gojyo (shouts amidst more gunshots): Damn it! I’ll never perform a play again in my life! Crap, watch out!

(The stage collapses.)

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(Round brackets): actions and sound effects. [Square brackets]: translator’s notes or clarifications. Double asterisks **: Stuff I am not sure with. Suggestions for improvements and corrections are more than welcome.

[sakuplumeria]

For writer's ask....

3, 8, 10, 16, 24, 30, 34, 38, and 49!

Thank you :3

Ohh, so many, I like it! Thank you for asking~ Writer's ask game here.

3 Computer or pen and paper?

Oh, I love writing with pen and paper.... but for convenience, computer :>

8 Oldest WIP

Dated October 2020... This work is supposed to be a series of 9 stories. I published 8 of them already but I just haven't finished the final and last story. It's a Tantei Gakuen Q (Detective School Q) fanfiction, set after the ending of the manga. I used the lyrics from the Opening Luvly, Merry-Go-Round as the titles for the series and the stories. The WIP is titled Forever, under this sky, which is supposed to be the ending or of the series.

10 Do you set yourself deadlines?

Usually no. I did it once for my longest fanfic in Saiyuki, challenging myself to publish a chapter once a week. It was a good exercise, but not doing it again :')

16 How many drafts do you need until you’re satisfied with a project?

I don't usually count it.... so honestly I don't have any idea :') I edit my writings a lot though, maybe more than thrice?

24 Favourite genre to write and read

Angst, hurt/comfort <3

30 Favourite idea you haven’t started on yet

Yuumori medical au based on this. I've been thinking to plot out a fanfic out of it.

34 What was the hardest scene you ever had to write?

Out of Breath, one of my WIP that I plan to give up :/ The whole idea was that Goku learned to control his chi from Hakkai so that he could heal Sanzo who's getting lung disease from smoking too much. I started to get stuck in Chapter 4, when Goku's chi getting stronger in his body but he still couldn't let it out, and Sanzo was aware of that. The tension between them... Yeah I spent so much time in editing the chapter and I am still not satisfied with what I published lol.

38 Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had

Is this weird? I don’t know, you make the call… and yes, it’s another WIP :’)

Koumyou woke up besides Ken’yuu in a hospital room. After a week they both finally realized that Koumyou was a ghost. They try to find out why Koumyou was a ghost and not reincarnated as he was supposed to.

49 Which character would you most want to be friends with, if they were real?

Goku. He's just that sunshine my dark soul needs. He's so friendly and positive and accepting and adventurous, and he's not giving up even though bad things happen. Sanzo is so lucky :3

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aftermath of meeting amnesiac sanzo

Keeping Goku out of the kitchen is the hardest part of preparing every meal. A pre-meal snack and Gojyo usually takes care of it, though the chances of Goku and his sensitive nose overpowering the allure of chores and games get higher the closer it is to finished. Hakkai needs to be on high alert the whole way through.

Today, Hakkai quite forgot to peel the vegetables before chopping, peeled thrice the garlic he needed, tenderized the beef so thoroughly he had to switch to using it as ground meat, and waited for the pot to boil for twenty minutes before recalling to turn the fire on. Despite Gojyo’s attempts to wrangle Goku and the laundry, the vegetables aren’t as plentiful as Hakkai recalls – dimly – preparing when he slides them into the water, and the meat ends up with rather more sauce than he intended.

When he nearly cuts his hand open on a kitchen knife while washing up, he decides to have a cup of tea and leave things be. He scalds his other hand on the steam from the kettle. He gets his cup of tea, but when Gojyo passes the open kitchen window with a grumbled greeting, he pauses and backpedals. Hakkai smiles. Gojyo rocks back on his heels with a wary look.

Then he slings his shirt over his shoulder and comes to lean his crossed arms on the windowsill. He’s bare-chested and sweaty, which is not a state of affairs Hakkai often achieves pulling laundry off of clothes lines, but Goyo will be Gojyo. Goku also has a way of engendering new methods of housework when he’s involved.

They stand in silence for a moment. The air from outside is crisp and dry, the mountain’s bite enough for Hakkai’s fingers tingle with the heat of his teacup. Despite the mishaps, dinner is beginning to smell good. The setting sun sets Gojyo’s hair flickering, as Goku said, like fire. Gojyo itches his nose on his forearm and then rests his head on it.

“Chances this is Sanzo’s evil twin?” he asks.

Hakkai considers the question and Gojyo’s lack of vitriol. “How would we be able to tell?”

Gojyo laughs. “Yeah, Sanzo would probably be the evil twin. Completely unrelated blond bastard beauty?”

“I find it hard to believe an unrelated individual could capture his particular character,” Hakkai says. “He broke –”

“He broke my damn hand,” Gojyo says. He drums his fingers – healed by Hakkai after they returned to their rooms and stood around in shock until Gojyo tried to light a new cigarette – on the sill and shifted, frowning and restive.

“Yeah, it’s him,” he admits, staring into the middle distance. Then he groans, running a hand down his face. “Now what?”