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beanghostprincess · 1 year ago

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Sanuso Childhood Best Friends AU in which Sanji ends up in Syrup Village because the Orbit has to stop there for a while. They send little Sanji to buy food on his own with a bit of money (or, just, do whatever until he has to meet the crew again. They're a bit careless with the kid) and he meets Usopp when he sees the younger kid trying to steal food from the market. Usopp gets caught easily and the stand owner tells him to go away. Usopp replies with something along the lines of "If you don't give food to the great captain Usopp I will just send all my allies to destroy your business!!!" but it doesn't work (quite obviously) and the guy just ignores him. That just makes Usopp start begging because he doesn't have the money to buy anything and he doesn't want to go to Kaya's again. Besides, he doesn't want to go to the people who usually help him out because it's embarrassing and he doesn't want them to know. It's better to just either steal from this guy or beg. That makes 9 y/o Sanji's heart ignite with a passion and strength he didn't know he had inside, and he approaches the kid, staring intensely into the man's eyes and saying (with the angriest voice a 9 y/o can make) "Food exists to help the ones who're hungry!! You don't deserve this job!!" and the man stares down at him (Sanji's literally shaking, poor boy) saying that food is business and nothing else. And if he doesn't have anything to buy it with, he can go fuck off along with little long-nose. Usopp is amazed by Sanji's bravery and heroic behavior. Sanji hands him some beris, starts listing some stuff he has on display, and buys it. The man just has to give him the stuff, after all, but once he does he looks at Sanji like he's about to murder the kid. Despite being visibly shaking, little Sanji turns around at Usopp, his tiny hands being barely enough to grab everything he's carrying. So Usopp helps him, and they get out of there as quickly as they can once the man starts shouting at them.

They run for a while until they end up finally far enough to not see the man. Usopp is catching his breath when he turns to Sanji. "That was great! I- I could've handled it on my own, of course, the guy was super afraid of me, but-" And then Sanji just- He starts crying so damn loud. Usopp is completely lost as to why he's the one crying, but Sanji is literally shaking like a leaf and Usopp doesn't know what to do. "What's wrong?! I- Did- Did he hurt you or-"

"It was so scary!!" He holds the food tighter to his chest and tries to hold back the tears. "And- And he was so loud- I- Why were you arguing with him, dummy?!"

Usopp is, uh, a bit confused by the change of tone and meaning behind the kid's words. But he keeps crying and crying and shaking and Usopp can't help but feel awfully lost. "And why did you come to help? I had everything under control, you know?!" He really didn't.

"Because I-" He tries to wipe the tears away but they just keep on falling. "I'm a cook. I don't like it when people treat food like this. Especially when people are hungry." That catches Usopp a bit off guard, Sanji calming down for a few seconds before the crying starts again. He really tries hard not to cry. Like a man, or whatever. But his lower lip is betraying him. "He was so loud." Usopp really, really wants to do something to help, but right when Sanji says this, somebody riding a bicycle passes right behind Sanji, so close and loudly it makes him jump and sob harder. He makes himself even smaller. "Make it stop!" And so, of course, Usopp, as the hero of the village and bravest pirate and warrior of the seas, he takes Sanji's hand and leads him somewhere the older kid can't see because he refuses to open his eyes. But Sanji asks anyway, with the softest and smallest voice ever. "Where are we going?"

Usopp squeezes his hand. "You're a cook, right?" He turns his head around to Sanji, but doesn't stop walking. A huge grin shows up on his face when he sees the kid nodding. "Then you're gonna have the privilege to cook for the great Captain Usopp!"

And-

Usopp swears to this day that he will never forget Sanji's laughter at that moment. "A captain?" And it's like all his worries suddenly faded away with the simplest of lies. Usopp doesn't know if he's being genuine or if he's making fun of him, but the kid's smile makes his hands sweat. "Then I better make a meal worth of a king!"

Long story short, Usopp takes Sanji to his home and lets him cook in his very lonely and depressing kitchen. While the kid works, Usopp can't help but stare at him with impressed eyes. Sanji, on the other hand, has never felt such a rush when cooking for somebody. Not ever since- ... Mom. They talk about that too. They learn everything about each other. Usopp tells Sanji about his dad being a pirate and his mom passing away not long ago. He tells him about how the village and his best friend Kaya help him out most of the time, but he refuses to keep being so dependent on them, even if he has to beg strangers. He tells him about all of the adventures he's had and how people call him a liar out of jealousy. Sanji often believes what the kid says, being the naive kid he is, but he's smart enough to always think twice and realize that, okay, Usopp's stories might not be true, but if they make him happy, then they make Sanji happy too! If his dreams are told in the form of lies, it's kind of like Sanji's wish to find the All Blue. And so he tells Usopp all of that too. He skips the whole, um, family thing to talk about his dream. He tells Usopp about wanting to be a cook because of his ill mom (something they have in common!!). He tells him about his abilities in the kitchen! He keeps saying he'll be the best cook in the east blue!

It's nice having a friend. Usopp thinks Sanji looks really young for being two years older than him, and Sanji complains about Usopp being taller when he's younger. But it's nice, after all, to be with somebody who doesn't want to take anything from you.

Sanji's food is surprisingly good for a kid his age, and he's really glad Usopp likes it because he's been practicing for a whole year with the crew! Even if he makes the simplest of dishes, he's really proud of himself when Usopp won't stop praising him!

One thing leads to another, and when Sanji's crew finds him, they tell him they have to stay for a long while because their ship needs repairing and it's pretty grave. Sanji wishes he could say he's disappointed and sad, but he looks behind him at Usopp, and it kind of feels exciting to stay.

So they grow closer.

Sanji is always going back and forth between his ship and Usopp's home, but he barely spends time with his crew the days he stays in Syrup Village. Most of the time he even sleeps with his new friend! Sanji cooks for him and borrows money for them to buy the ingredients, explaining to Usopp everything that is to know about them. Usopp, on the other hand, is awesome at fishing, so they spend whole days at the beach trying to catch their food. It's the most fun they've ever had in their life. Usopp stops feeling lonely, and Sanji finally finds somebody who loves him for who he is. Usopp shows him beetles and insects and finds out that they make Sanji cry... He isn't proud of this, but sometimes (only sometimes) he places bugs on Sanji's way so he can save him. Sanji calls him his hero with the shiniest of looks, and Usopp just- He feels really warm inside. Sanji is always going to his crew to ask them about new recipes and things to learn while they're there, and he always makes them for Usopp because every praise about his food goes directly to his heart. They just keep on enjoying each other's company and many talents. Usopp even introduces him to Kaya! She's the cutest girl Sanji has ever met (not that he has ever met other girls besides his sister) and he's a bit jealous because it's obvious she likes Usopp, the guy just doesn't notice! If little Sanji isn't sure of who he's jealous of, that's something he refuses to think about.

"We're best friends." Sanji once says.

That gives Usopp the courage to respond with: "Then, when I become the bravest pirate of them all, you'll be my cook! You- You will, right?"

"Of course!" Sanji doesn't think he has ever smiled this much in the short period of time he has been alive. "Captain Usopp and the best cook in the East Blue- No! In all the seas!"

Loneliness is a word that now feels foreign to them.

But then, of course, Sanji has to go.

They promise to see each other again. They will, someday.

Sanji asks Usopp to come with them, though, but Usopp refuses.

"Come with me, Usopp! It's your chance to become a pirate!" (Don't let me go).

"I- I'm already a pirate, Sanji! Did you forget? I need to stay to protect this village from any harm and evil pirates that aren't like me!" (I'm so scared that not even wanting to go with you helps my legs move).

"But you said I'd be your cook!" (You promised).

"You'll always be my cook! And I'll always be your-"

"What kind of captain lets his cook go?!" Sanji yells, but he's the one crying the most.

"Sanji! Please! I- I'll do it. I'll sail someday and we'll see each other and we will be together but- But not now." The shame in Usopp's voice is obvious, and he can't tell lies from promises anymore.

"But I- What if-"

"I'll find you. The sea will bring me to you, don't worry! I told you I'm so good at fishing because I can speak their language, right? I'll just- I'll just send you messages through the sea! Just talk to the fishes and they'll tell you all you need to know. I'll always be with you!"

That, at least, makes Sanji laugh. "Liar. I know you can't speak-"

"But I'm not lying when I say we'll see each other again! Really! Believe in me!"

And Sanji has no other option but to believe.

Usopp tries to live years and years without regretting his decision that day, failing miserably. And Sanji keeps trying to talk to fishes even if he knows it won't work. He even asks some of them to save him (to tell Usopp they might not see each other again, at least) when he's stuck at that damn rock with Zeff, but they don't do anything. They don't even talk back at him. But he keeps believing for a while.

Until someday a gorgeous pirate asks him: "You're not in any crew, right?" Because she apparently wants him to go with her. And he would. He really would. But he owes too much to Zeff. So much he can't give it up. Not even for a girl, even if it hurts.

Her question is more painful than denying her the pleasure of being her cook, though. Because he has to respond with: "Huh? I- No. Had a captain once, though... Not that it matters now. Just- Not anymore."

When Luffy asks Usopp to come with him, he can see the shape of their long-lost best friend in Kaya's eyes. She always knew there was more between them than what they wanted to admit, but then again, they were just kids, so she couldn't really know at the time. Usopp hates having found out so late about it, but now this is a chance he won't waste. He can accomplish his dream and fulfill his promise at the same time!

And they do find each other, earlier than Usopp was actually ready for. Sanji drops a glass of wine when he sees him. Usopp basically trips and falls over the table and makes Zoro's food fall on his lap. Sanji's eyes never move away from him.

There's a long silence and a few weird looks being shared between the rest of the crew, but Usopp can't help but smile. He's extremely scared of what Sanji might say.

"I told you I'd find you, didn't I?" He tries to sound confident, but his voice falters.

Sanji can't stop smiling. "Took you long enough, captain."

Nami almost chokes on her food. "CAPTAIN?!" And the other two share the same startled expression.

But Usopp doesn't look at them. He's still over the table. It definitely looks ridiculous. "You- You're taller."

"And your hand is ruining my Quiche Lorraine." Sanji groans. "Could you not-"

"I'm sorry! I- I'm sorry. But don't speak to your captain like that!"

Nami interrupts him. "I thought you were lying when you talked about this guy!"

Oh. So he has talked about me. Sanji pretends he isn't forcing his heart to slow down.

So he just smirks at the redhead. "To be fair, madame, even if he tends to lie a lot-"

Nami rolls his eyes. "No shit, I figured."

But Sanji keeps going looking at Usopp. "Even if he does, he also keeps his promises."

By the way, you have to imagine them like this:

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rotworld · 2 years ago

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Lance's Pack: In Plain Sight

blake treats you differently than the others. you thank him for it the way you've been taught.

->blake/reader. explicit; contains dubcon, mentions of noncon, power imbalance, conditioning, emotional manipulation, stockholm syndrome

“Seen the pack human lately?”

Blake glances over the edge of his magazine—the latest issue of Pack Life. The shirtless model on the cover crouches among reeds and cattails, wind-tousled bangs framing a stoic expression. The bold text beside him promises thrilling tales of rediscovery and reconnection with one’s inner wolf, rustic decor inspiration to make even the most modern city apartment feel like a cozy mountain den, and Ten Pack Bonding Ideas GUARANTEED To Bring Everyone Together. Max didn’t knock, but that’s not unusual. Closed doors are seen as little more than decoration here. “Not since this morning,” Blake says, frowning. He leaves the magazine splayed open on the wooden end table beside his chair, getting to his feet. “Why? Is something wrong?”

It’s redundant to ask. The frustration is written all over Max’s pinched expression and flared nostrils, the way he fidgets restlessly in the hall. Unlike the door itself, the doorway is a respected boundary, a line that shouldn’t be crossed without explicit permission. That doesn’t stop Max from glaring at him with his arms crossed over his broad chest.

“Hm. Never have liked that.”

“What?” Blake asks.

“That you lie so easily.” Max pauses as though giving him a chance to deny it. “It’s hard to tell sometimes because you’re so good at it. You lie with your words, your scent, your body language…”

Blake tries a placating smile. “Force of habit. You get good at lying in the city. Can’t make packless humans uncomfortable.”

Max’s gaze wanders the room, pausing briefly at the filled bookshelves, the freshly made bed, the desk against the wall with a pile of opened mail. Places with a lingering human scent. He leans against the open doorway, a bold, antagonistic move that makes Blake watch him warily. Max asks with an alpha’s stern sharpness, “Do you lie for the good of the pack?”

“Always,” Blake says, without hesitation. He holds perfectly still as Max scrutinizes him, unflinching even as the shepherd’s lips twitch into a snarl. The moment passes, tension dissipating. Max stops bristling and his shoulders relax. Something goes unspoken between them, Blake’s hands jammed into his jean pockets and his head lowered in deference. “Always,” he repeats, drawing out the word.

“You’re awful soft for a beta,” Max scoffs. But he shrugs, glancing into the room one last time with a look of understanding, and then saunters off.

Blake returns to the magazine, settling back in his seat. He opens where he left off—“Rewilding at Forty: How A Weekend Hike Through My Great-Grandmother’s Territory Changed Everything”—but his eyes aren’t on the page. His gaze moves along the wall, following the fading sound of footsteps down the hallway, out the door, and around the cabin, tracking Max until he’s halfway across the commune and out of earshot. A minute more passes in silence. Finally, he stands to shut the door to his room, locking it this time. “Alright,” he says, “he’s gone.”

You let out the breath you’ve been holding. It feels like you’ve been crouched in Blake’s closet forever, buried in a mountain of jackets and t-shirts to mask your scent. He’s smiling when you finally emerge, perched on the edge of his bed and patting the spot beside him. You don’t think twice about obeying. Blake is safe, after all. That’s why you come here. “Thanks,” you tell him, keeping your voice down just in case. You’re still getting used to how far wolves can hear.

“No problem,” he says. He fusses over you like always, pushing some unruly hair out of your face. “What happened today? Max looked pretty upset.”

“It’s…” You shrug, curling in on yourself. Blake urges you to lay back, stretched out on his side so he can run his hand up and down your side soothingly. You relax as the minutes tick by, scooting close enough to feel his body heat, and Blake makes a low, pleased sound, a rumbling hum, at your show of trust. “It’s the same as always,” you whisper. “He expects all this stuff from me. I’m supposed to know what to do just from how he looks at me. Show my neck, or bow my head, or…or…”

Blake kisses your forehead, a distinctly human gesture that makes you cling to him and bury your face against his chest. He smells different than the other wolves. Milder. Earthy, but subdued. Less musk and soil, more pine and mountain wind. “I know. That must be hard,” he says, his voice soft. “Those aren’t instincts you were born with. It’s a big adjustment. I’m sure it’s upsetting when you make a mistake—”

“I’m not,” you say. “I’m not making mistakes anymore. I always get it right now. That’s what scares me.”

And because it’s Blake, you don’t have to say more than that. He just knows. He can look at you the way a human does and see your trembling, your quivering lips and big, watery eyes, even when his wolf scents your unfulfilled longing. “Oh, sweetheart,” he murmurs, tracing your jaw with his thumb. “I’m sorry. I can see why that would scare you. But you’re alright. You’re still you, you still make your own choices. After all, you came to me.”

“Do you think he’s mad at me?” you ask, glancing nervously towards the window. Blake leaves his curtains wide open. You can just make out the treeline in the dark, the lunging silhouettes of shepherds sprinting across the edge of the territory. Candlelight flickers in the other cabin windows and lantern porch lights have been left on. For us, Blake told you once with a conspiring smile and a wink. For him because he’s used to it, and for you because you can’t see in the dark. The pack is considerate like that.

“He’s not mad,” Blake assures you. He nuzzles his face against your neck, scenting and leaving small, chaste kisses. “Max doesn’t hold grudges, and he could never be mad at you anyway. You’re too sweet.”

You’re not convinced, but you don’t press the issue. Blake’s magazine catches your eye, lying open above your heads. “You said something about packless humans earlier,” you say. Blake hums in acknowledgement against your skin. He playfully nips just below your ear and you exhale shakily, heat pooling between your legs. “How long did you live around humans?”

Blake chuckles like the question is endearing. Your stomach lurches, nervous and excited, when his tongue traces a vein in your throat. “Mm. Thirty, thirty five years? Most of my life,” he murmurs. He speaks quietly, between nips and licks, unwilling to part from you for long. “I had a pack, but it was different. Loose and informal. We barely saw each other. I was around humans more often than I was around other wolves. That was hard, but I’m grateful for it now.” He pulls away to look you in the eye and you’re embarrassed, certain you look as flustered as you feel. But Blake just smiles, one of his hands slipping beneath your shirt. He pushes the fabric up higher, bunching it up at your collarbones. He rests his palm over your racing heart and you watch his pupils dilate.

“Beta?” Your breath hitches in your throat, face heating with shame. Why did you say that? You’ve never called him by his title before. He’s never demanded it the way Lance does. But you see his eyes widen slightly, the corner of his lips slowly rising. He liked that. It made him happy. You’re flooded with the same euphoria you get whenever Max praises your submissive posture, or Basil’s tail wags when you pet him.

“Yes?” Blake says.

“I…”

He waits patiently for you to form the words but you aren’t sure you can say them. It’s too embarrassing. Instead, you slot yourself between his legs, shaking fingers reaching for the zipper of his jeans. You keep looking up at him, wanting approval, and you find it. He’s smiling softly, reaching out to smooth his palm over your head. You lean into the touch like an animal, keening for his attention. “Yes, sweetheart?” he says, his voice huskier than before.

You can’t. You can’t say it. Max would stop you now, would cup your chin and make you look at him. He would make you speak your submission through tears of humiliation. Blake says nothing as you tug his jeans down and his boxers with them, just far enough to free his half-hard cock. His hand falls to the back of your head and rests there, a constant, gentle pressure. He understands—this is your gratitude. You don’t have to say anything. You stroke him into full hardness and the praise he whispers is the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard, his normally gentle, warm voice gravel-rough and strained.

“That’s good, sweetheart, just like that. You’re making me feel so good.” His hips buck slightly, his full length sliding hot and veiny through your fingers. It isn’t long before you’re taking him into your mouth, lavishing his flushed tip with attention. A bead of precum smears across your tongue and you feel the heat building, your own arousal rising in response to his groans and needy whispers. “You’re perfect. So gorgeous like this. Does it feel good when you please your beta?”

You nod the best you can with his cock down your throat, your whimpers punctuated by deep, hard thrusts that nearly make you gag. But you won’t. You won’t mess this up. He has to know how much you appreciate him, how grateful you are for the sanctuary of his room and his understanding. There’s nowhere else you can go in the whole commune, nowhere to hide when it all becomes too much, except right here. You’re better at this now than you’ve ever been. Max has trained you exactly how to relax your throat, how to go loose and limp when he gets his hands on your head and really starts to use you. Sucking cock is a versatile gesture in the language of submission; an apology, a plea for mercy, an expression of gratitude.

Blake deserves your best and that’s what you give him. You take him all the way to the root and peer up through your lashes, shivering at the low curse he lets out. He understands your unspoken “use me,” and then both of his hands are on your hand, holding you still as he stops holding back. You hear yourself making humiliating sounds around him, the squelch of his cock fucking your throat as a foam of drool and cum dribbles down your chin.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna cum,” he warns you, a sharp, growling edge to his voice. It’s not often that you hear his wolf come out. It frightens and excites you knowing you’ve done this to him, that you can pleasure him enough to fray his careful control. “How do you want it? Inside or on your face?”

He slows, beginning to withdraw, and you’re possessed by crazed desperation, the overwhelming feeling that he shouldn’t stop, that you can answer and please him all at once. Your eyelids flutter when you swallow him again as deep as you can go, nuzzling your face against the flushed, sweaty skin of his abdomen. Use me, you beg him, back arched as drag your tongue along the underside of his length. Blake thrusts slowly so he can watch himself disappear down your throat, listening to the soft, needy sounds you make between gagging and the gentle slap of his balls against your chin.

“Of course,” he says, stroking your cheek. “You wanna swallow your beta’s cum, want my scent deep in you. You’re perfect, baby. The perfect pack human.”

The words go straight to your sex. You’ve been grinding on nothing this whole time, thighs clenched tight and hands fisted in the sheets. He didn’t give you permission to touch yourself, so you don’t. This isn’t about you, anyway. It’s about him. Your kind, understanding beta. He never looks away even when his pace picks up again and your vision goes shaky with the force of his hips slamming against your face. You can feel his smoldering gaze on you, watching you moan and shudder and ride a wave of ecstasy from nothing more than your beta taking his pleasure.

He partially shifts when he cums. It’s slight, nothing you’d notice if you weren’t so focused on him, on pleasing him and watching his every move. His cock thickens, knot suddenly hot and engorged against your nose. His claws rake your scalp, digging in so hard you feel warm pinpricks of blood bloom around his fingers. He holds your head steady as he empties himself into your mouth and you struggle to take his full, thick load, swallowing what you can. But it’s so much, and you cough and sputter when he pulls out. You mistake the look he gives you—lips pressed together, nostrils flared and eyes wide—for anger. He swipes his thumb across your chin, rubbing the cum you couldn’t swallow into your skin.

“That was good,” he whispers, and you sag with relief. “That was very, very good.” You curl up with him in bed, tucked into his chest, and he hums softly. Something in you is screaming. This isn’t right, it says. But it is, you reassure yourself. Blake’s warmth and nearly human scent, the gentle press of his lips to the top of your head—this is what you need. Here, where wolves will order you to your knees with nothing but a glance and fuck you raw for speaking out of turn, this tranquil silence and soft bed is all you can trust. It’s only right that you prove you aren’t ungrateful. That’s how you were trained, after all.

“Comfy, sweetheart?” Blake whispers. You hear his heartbeat thud gently against your ear and the soft turning of pages above your head. You nod and he chuckles. “Good. I’m glad. You know you can always come to me, right? For anything, anytime. You’re safe here.” You are, you know that. You can’t muster the words now, but you squirm as close as you can get, burrowing into his arms. Without a word, Blake understands. He rubs your back and lets you stay as long as you want, hidden from the whole world and safe from everything. You believe him. You make yourself believe. The alternative is too terrible to think about.

#rotpeach writes #meanwolves #blake #i got two blake anons a while back that i was inspired by and planned at first to cover both but only got to one here #as mentioned before im drowning in unfinished drafts of a million things but still working on lots of stuff #juggling a bunch of those 'just a quick one shot' turned behemoth fic type projects

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