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Why The Caged Bird Sings | Chapter 3

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: One Piece (Liveaction) Rating: Explicit Relationships Vinsmoke Sanji x F!Reader Characters: Vinsmoke Sanji, Patty, Red Leg Zeff, Original Characters, Strawhat crew. Warnings: 18+ content (minors DNI), explicit sexual content, minor POV switching. Summary: One night, you were brought to the luxurious Baratie Restaurant Ship, renowned for its exceptional cuisine that your family had been intrigued to sample. A particular blond and comely waiter captured your attention with his charming smile and gentle eyes, but while your beauty and sophistication intrigued him, Sanji also observed the profound nervousness that caused your jaw and body muscles to tense whenever your fiancé made contact with your hand or your parents delivered a humiliating criticism towards you. One dinner at the Baratie soon turned into a recurring event, and then more. As your friendship with Sanji slowly evolved into something that burned from within, you strove to make your longstanding dream come true; freeing yourself from a constricting existence. ------------------------- As Sanji looked at you curiously, the gentle smile never leaving his face, you asked him, "Do you know why the caged bird sings?" He thought about it for a moment before answering, "Because it has a song to give?" You chuckled at his response and shook your head. "You're not entirely wrong, but no."

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Note: This chapter took me some time because I wanted it to be just right, being focused on the forming bond between Sanji and the Reader before the next part. I do not plan to make a long story out of this, but the chapters might all be quite big and detailed.

Over the next hour, you wrestled with your pounding heart, striving to push away the notion of remaining on the Baratie ship till the next day. Sanji, with an air of casualness, mentioned that a room was already set and ready for your use, extending the offer without a hint of complication.

When Sanji inquired if you wished for him to accompany you, you swiftly declined, asserting that you weren't weary enough to call it a night yet. Instead, you proposed to enjoy a rejuvenating drink at the bar, an idea to which Sanji cheerfully concurred, flashing one of his charming (and irresistible) smiles.

The sky was captivating, filled with infinite stars that seemed too numerous to count. The evening air was cool against your skin, but there was a noticeable uptick in humidity. The lounge area inside the fish's mouth was near deserted, with only a handful of patrons left, lost in their intoxication and slumped over the bar counter.

Sanji escorted you to the round grouping of couches situated against the mouth of the ship, skillfully uncorking a bottle of blueberry-lemonade rum. You had never considered yourself much of a drinker, rarely finding pleasure in the taste of alcohol and turning to it only when your emotions plunged into a pit of despair. However, given the heightened stress you had endured that night and your present state of restlessness, you felt that a touch of rum was more than justified.

You found comfort in the enveloping silence as you both settled on the couch, close enough to feel the heat radiating from each other. The alcohol successfully soothed your mind and, even though your heart continued to flutter in response to his aroma permeating your senses, you felt more serene and less tense.

You looked up, gently pressing your lips against the glass, and found yourself spellbound by the immense, dark blue spectacle stretching out before your eyes.

"This feels good," you commented aloud. "I can't recall the last time I took a moment for myself.”

Sanji gazed at you, his smile never fading. "A beautiful woman like you should be pampered all day.”

With your head nestled against the back of the couch, you subtly turned your neck to face him. His smile broadened even further in response, and after a fleeting moment of thought, you broke into a tender chuckle. Sanji chimed in, his shoulders easing as he swirled his glass in his hand.

"You certainly have a way with words when it comes to charming a lady, don't you?" you asked playfully.

"And you haven't seen the best of me yet," he replied with a wink.

Raising an eyebrow, you moved to the side, supporting yourself with your elbow on the couch. "A man of great confidence, I see.”

He snickered, adjusting his position and tilting his head slightly. "That marine was clueless about the treasure he possessed," he remarked.

You couldn't keep track of the number of times your heart had skipped a beat in his presence.

Casting your eyes downward, a blush of embarrassment mixed with appreciation tinged your cheeks. "I'm no treasure, Sanji. I'm merely a woman who's been treated like a puppet for far too long. And I let that happen without putting up any fight," you confessed.

"I wouldn't call your actions tonight 'any fight',” he declared.

You tightened your lips together. "It certainly took me quite a while, didn't it?”

"I'm not in a position to judge. And I would never do that to you.”

Your eyes shimmered, a warmth akin to molten honey spread throughout your chest, and a swarm of butterflies fluttered in your belly.

"Honestly, the things you say... they might be the kindest words I’ve ever heard.”

His expression mellowed, transforming into one of sorrow. "How could anyone be cruel to someone like you?”

"You should ask that to my family.”

"I witnessed enough two weeks ago.”

"Right. My father put on quite a show, didn't he?”

"He wasn’t as bad as your fiancé.”

You shuddered. "I really detest that word. I mean, he wasn't exactly my fiancé. Not in my eyes.”

"Not in mine either.”

At that, you laughed once more, and unconsciously, you found yourself inching even closer to the cook.

"Thank you for what you did. Seeing him getting a good kick in the butt for once was absolutely priceless.”

Sanji took a deep breath, exhaling slowly and stretching his arm out to set the half-drunk glass on the table in front of the couch. “I can’t deny that I enjoyed it.”

"Oh, you were certainly invested in it. Your moves were rather impressive.”

He allowed himself to sink back onto the softness of the seat, staring at his hands as he began to absentmindedly fiddle with his ring.

"I couldn't bear to watch him hit and threaten you as he did," he said, his jaw tightening at the memory.

You responded with a sincere smile. "He was known for having an anger problem, but... well.”

Sanji's attention moved to your cheek, and you had to exert control over your reactions as he gently swept his thumb across your skin to inspect it.

"Is it causing pain?”

As his finger traced the irritated spot, all you felt was a comforting caress.

“No, it isn’t.”

"The swelling has gone down.”

"Thankfully you happened to have that salmon available.”

It was quite astonishing to see how both of you couldn't contain your laughter while conversing with each other. When he drew back, the absence of his touch left you feeling instantly hollow. Something in his mouth reflected the soft glow of the lanterns, causing you to notice he might have a piercing situated just beneath his tongue.

When you noticed that you were zoning out as your thoughts momentarily derailed, you cleared your throat and shifted your focus back to the stars. Sanji stayed quiet, a satisfied look on his face as he turned his gaze skyward. From his pocket, he retrieved a cigarette and a lighter, sparking it into life and savoring the nicotine-filled inhalation. As he breathed out, a cloud of smoke ascended, dissipating gradually into the darkened atmosphere.

Remaining there, in silence, with a man you were just getting to know yet felt inexplicably at ease with, you discovered the therapeutic potential of simply sitting in good company. Sanji was chivalrous, respectful, affable, and empathetic. His flirting occasionally teetered on the edge of being excessive, yet his attentions, though most likely extended to the opposite sex in general, didn't bother you in the slightest.

With your drink now fully consumed, your eyelids started to droop. His voice, calling out your name, seemed distant as you found yourself slowly giving in to the lull of sleep right in your current spot.

"Y/N," he gently repeated. "Come on, beautiful, you can’t keep your eyes open.”

"Mh..? What? Oh." After a moment of disorientation, you rubbed your temple and sat up straight, all while he took the glass from your hand, placed it next to his own on the table, and rose to his feet.

When he offered his hand to you, you accepted it, allowing him to aid you in standing up. His closeness made you feel self-aware, especially considering how his lips were now mere inches from your forehead.

"I'll take you to your room.”

You nodded, mirroring his movements as he pivoted and headed towards the entrance. His steps were unhurried and confident, and all you could do was marvel once more at the outline of his broad shoulders and expansive back.

The Baratie was practically empty, and you trailed behind him through the dining hall, along a corridor, and up a flight of wooden stairs. There was an incredibly calming quality to the sounds produced by the ship, as the planks creaked in a gentle rhythm.

Upon arriving at your destination, Sanji pushed open the door and ushered you into a cozy cabin. As he lit the lantern situated on the bedside table, your eyes began to sweep across the room, absorbing the diverse array of objects. The cabin was neat and orderly, with maps, and notes decorating the table positioned beneath the window. You could discern a few cookbooks, an ashtray, and a packet of cigarettes that looked very familiar.

In that moment, it dawned on you that the room he was offering wasn't just a spare one kept for potential guests or new recruits. The cabin had an overwhelming sense of him, exuding an immediate assurance that it was indeed his personal space.

"Wait, Sanji.”

When you pivoted on your heels to face him, you caught the slightly bashful expression on his face. "Apologies, love. The other cabins are currently being used for storage.”

"I see... but-"

"This one is yours for the night."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "What about you?”

"Don't worry about me, I'll manage.”

"Sanji, no," you moved a step closer, gently touching his forearm. "I can't inconvenience you further after everything you've done for me.”

"Nah, you're not an inconvenience at all. Besides, I can't let you sleep on the kitchen floor.”

"I could sleep on the couch outside. It's comfortable enough," you suggested.

"I can't allow you to do that.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but found yourself at a loss for words. His disarming smile made it impossible for you to decline his offer. The orange hue emanating from the lantern cast a spectacular light against his perfect jaw.

"I guess I owe you another one.”

"You don't owe me anything.”

"Yes, I do.”

He chuckled softly under his breath, glancing downward and swallowing subtly in response to the sudden intimacy.

"Good night, Y/N," he said, pulling away from you and reaching for the door handle.

You wished you could have said more, but a lump in your throat held back your words. "Good night, Sanji," was all you could master.

As he stepped out of the cabin, carefully closing the door behind him, you released a long, deep breath you hadn't realized you had been holding.

Another man might have exploited such a situation. You were there, alone with him, nowhere else but in his very own quarters. He had saved you from Christopher's onslaught, cooked a delectable meal for you, and even relinquished his bed for your convenience. Given your insistence on repaying him, there was just one thing he could have requested from you.

Because, as a matter of fact, that's what they all wanted.

Everyone, except for him.

For a fleeting moment, you contemplated whether you should have allowed him to stay.

Despite your extreme fatigue, sleep seemed elusive. Perhaps it was the knowledge that you were in Sanji's bed, coupled with the realization that he was spending the night elsewhere, stripped of his usual comforts because of you. Alternatively, it might have been the fear of what awaited you upon your return home, grappling with the reality that, sooner or later, you would have to confront the repercussions of your defiance.

When you awoke, dawn had already bathed the ship in its golden hues. The makeup around your eyes felt uncomfortably dry, and you were eager to shed your current attire in favor of something more fitting. With a reluctant push, you forced yourself to sit up, attempting to tame your bed hair with your fingers and smooth out the creases in your dress. You voiced a grunt of disapproval, regarding the heels positioned in front of the bed with a look of distaste.

You abandoned the comfort of the mattress and traversed the lukewarm floor barefoot, your vision trained on the ocean beyond as you squinted against the intense sunlight. Not far away, you noticed a small ship that was immediately recognizable, and a smile played on your lips as you watched it sail closer to the Baratie. Mari and the others had arrived.

Immediately, you ensured the bed was neatly made, quickly slipped into your shoes, and hurried towards the door. Carefully avoiding any missteps, you descended the staircase, retracing your path from the previous night in reverse. You entered the serene dining hall, with the sounds of chopping and boiling echoing from the kitchen. Sanji was notably absent, and although seeing his face first thing in the morning would have been pleasant, the discomfort of wearing the same clothes from the previous day was too bothersome to disregard.

As you stepped outside, the sea-salted air filled your lungs. A shroud of morning fog masked the horizon, but the outline of your friends' ship, now almost docked, remained visible.

When the ship came to a standstill, Mari surfaced from the lower deck, her face lighting up. She agilely hopped down, dashing towards you with her arms outstretched. You had to brace yourself as she crashed into you, wrapping your shoulders in a firm embrace.

"Y/N! I'm so incredibly proud of you!”

You laughed in surprise, "Come on, I didn't really do that much.”

"Are you kidding me?" She retorted, "You finally managed to get rid of Nutty after all this time.”

"But it's not over yet.”

"Yes, it is. Because I won't let you get near him ever again.”

With a sigh, a wave of gratitude washed over you for her unfaltering support and protection. Marlo, Rory, and Rubio also made their appearance, waving at you from the bow of the ship.

"I brought you some clothes. I can't stand seeing you in that skimpy dress and those stilettos. How do you even manage to walk?”

You grinned. "You eventually get used to it. But, I admit my feet are really aching now.”

Mari made a sound of disgust, seizing your hand and pulling you aboard their vessel. “Honestly, what would you even do without me?”

“I’d be lost as hell.”

Her determination over the smallest details was both amusing and inspiring. She behaved like a true bodyguard, prepared to confront anything that might obstruct your path.

The moment you set foot onto the main deck, Rubio engulfed you in a bone-crushing hug, Rory clapped her hands in celebration of your successful outcome, and Marlo gave you such a hearty pat on the shoulder that it almost sent you teetering to the other side. Damn him for being a muscular giant.

The affection they demonstrated was something you would cherish for the rest of your life.

"I hate to come off as a freeloader, but would you guys mind if I take a quick bath? I feel like all the food they cooked in there has seeped into me.”

"Ah, so you are the source of this delightful steak aroma," Marlo observed, rubbing his stomach in anticipation and punctuating it with a suggestive lick of his lips.

“Screw you.”

As their jubilant cries reverberated through the ship, you maneuvered your way to the wooden tub, shaking your head in amusement.

The area designated for personal hygiene was quite compact, with a modest collection of rugs and towels, meticulously folded and stacked on a stool. While the tub could only accommodate one person at a time, it proved ample for washing away the sea salt and lingering kitchen odors from your skin. As amazing as the Baratie's cooking was, carrying its scent was not part of your agenda.

You let the dress drop onto the floor before unceremoniously tossing it into your personal clothes box. You picked out one of the outfits that Mari had discreetly tucked away in your hidden storage, preparing it and setting it aside for later use. Evidently, Mari had anticipated your needs and had already filled the tub for you with suitably warmed water. None of your friends expressed any complain, giving you the freedom to luxuriate in it for as long as you desired.

And so, you took your time, employing a coarse sponge to scrub away any lingering traces of oil and food that might have resulted from Christopher's tumultuous outburst. The warmth enveloping your body was comforting, and the entire room was now filled with steam.

The moment you slipped into your trousers, a sigh of relief escaped your lips. The comfort of casual daily wear far surpassed that of any sophisticated dress and high-heeled shoes. Even your hair boasted a different style now, and the shirt you opted for allowed for better movement. The leather jacket added that touch of edginess you were seeking - a look your family would never wish to see on you.

When you finally converged with your friends in the kitchen cabin, they were astonished at how distinct, yet improved, you looked in your characteristic appearance. Feeling rejuvenated and more comfortable with yourself, you settled into a seat and accepted the cup of coffee they had set aside for you.

Mari didn’t waste any time and immediately inquired about the juicy details of your night at the Baratie, as well as how things with your now ex-fiancé took such a dramatic turn. By the end of your tale, Marlo was laughing so hard that he was brought to tears at the mental picture of Christopher being forcefully kicked by a waiter (not a waiter - a cook, you corrected him), while Rory squealed in excitement. Rubio conveyed his deepest solidarity concerning your immediate refusal, but Mari was staring at you in total disbelief.

"Wait, Y/N. Please tell me you didn't do it,” she said.

"Huh? Didn't do what? You already knew that I rejected him.”

She shook her head. "That's not what I meant.”

"What did you mean, then?”

She scoffed. "Did you seriously spend the night into that cook’s bed… without inviting him to stay with you? For real?”

You raised an eyebrow. "Mari, don't go there.”

"Oh, come on! After all he's done for you, you didn't even give him a kiss? If I were in your place, I would have certainly made a move, straight to his d-”

“Mari!”

A collective bout of laughter erupted once again, and you facepalmed so hard that you nearly struck yourself in the process.

"What's wrong with that? How long has it been since you last hooked up with a decent man?”

You rolled your eyes. "Too long ago to remember. And I don't think it was with anyone decent.”

"She has a point," Marlo chimed in. "He was such a skinny loser."

"Pretty sure that wasn't the reason why I dumped him," you clarified. "Stop thinking like the muscular beast that you are."

He responded with a toothy grin, playfully flaunting the size of his bicep.

"Seriously though, I'm impressed he didn't actually try to sleep with you," Mari persisted. "And from what you've told us about this Sanji, I believe you might have stumbled upon a rare gem this time.”

"Isn't he just toying around, though?" Rory inquired. "He's a gentleman alright, but what if he does this with every attractive lady he comes across?”

"Without even trying to put his hands on her? No, it's clear he took her situation to heart," Mari concluded. "He kicked her fiancé in the butt without hesitation, in his own workplace.”

"Well, either way, all this talk about him just made me want to meet the guy in person," Marlo declared.

"Oh, I agree," Rory interjected.

“Good thing we don't have to wait for that.”

Confused, you turned to Mari again, giving her a questioning look.

"Oh, didn't I tell you? Oopsie.”

Judging by her joyful expression, you realized that she was scheming something behind your back. “Mari. What are you talking about?”

A grin of absolute satisfaction spread across her face. "You see, we managed to book a table for brunch today.”

“…at the Baratie.”

“Yes, at the Baratie. Where else?”

Silence descended upon the room as you blinked a few times. “Wait. That must be a joke. There’s no way you could find a spot so easily.”

Mari proudly flicked her red hair off her shoulder. "Y/N, who do you think you're talking to? You know I have means to get what I want.”

Your jaw dropped in utter disbelief.

"Don't ask her. Not even we know the details," Marlo whispered into your ear, stifling another fit of laughter at your reaction.

Eventually, you let it go, as arguing with someone like Mari was as futile as trying to converse with a wall.

"You guys are insane.”

Rory stood up, darting towards you and wrapping her arms around your neck, pressing her warm cheek against yours. "And you love us this way!”

Indeed, you absolutely wouldn't have them any differently.

Entering the Baratie was becoming a routine for you. The grandeur of its elegant dining room, with its polished aesthetics and sophisticated ambiance, was now incredibly familiar. The tantalizing aroma wafting from the kitchen had become a sensory marker you eagerly anticipated. Even seeing the fishman's face at the entrance had become a delightful and comforting sight.

Brunch time was as bustling as dinner typically was. The number of people flocking to the floating restaurant was astounding, with an influx of ships docking alongside your friends', seemingly materializing out of nowhere. The fact that Mari secured a reservation so quickly was still a shock to you, but you chose to heed Marlo's advice and simply savour the good fortune you had received.

As you were led to your table, your eyes inadvertently drifted to a corner adjacent to the kitchen. The blonde cook was right there, and his mere presence in your peripheral sight was enough to cause your heart to flutter.

Caught in a moment of starstruck awe, you remained rooted to the spot in the middle of the dining room, motionless as your friends continued ahead.

"Y/N, what's the hold-up?" Mari questioned, halting halfway.

Barely shifting your gaze towards her, you raised your hand in acknowledgment. "Sorry, I'll join you in a moment.”

You then turned and walked away, striding purposefully towards Sanji. He appeared to be engrossed in folding napkins and arranging food and drinks on a silver tray, dressed in his chef's uniform and casually flicking his hair away from his face with a slight toss of his head.

It didn't take long for him to notice you. The moment his gaze locked with yours, his face lit up, and the smile you cherished so much spread widely across his lips.

"Hey you," you greeted him, mirroring his joy with equal fervor.

"Hey! I'm surprised to see you're still here. You look... different," he commented, appraising you from head to toe. "Undeniably gorgeous.”

You grinned in response, by now accustomed to his compliments and playful flirtations, but still appreciating every bit of it. "Between you and me, I don't usually like wearing dresses. This is the real me.”

"Honestly, sweetheart, you could even wear a bag and still look beautiful in it.”

You let out a laugh. "Oh, stop it. I wanted to thank you for letting me stay in your room. I hope I didn't inconvenience you to the extent of sleeping somewhere uncomfortable.”

“I managed just fine. And you’re very welcome.”

For an instant, it seemed as though the atmosphere around you had charged with electricity. An unbroken silence descended upon the two of you as your eyes stayed intertwined. There was something extraordinary about Sanji, something more profound than mere attraction towards the opposite sex. You noticed the passion in his mannerisms when he had prepared a meal for you the previous night, and the tangible rage etched on his features when Christopher posed a threat to you. His talks about Zeff and the hurdles he was encountering, the mournful twinkle you spotted in his eyes when he confessed that standing up to the man was a complex ordeal.

Sanji was more than just a good-looking cook playing the role of Prince Charming. The more you observed him, the stronger grew your desire to unravel his enigma.

The booming voice of Mari, beckoning you from the table, abruptly pulled you back to the present moment. As you pivoted, you caught sight of your friends watching you, their faces illuminated with wide grins of satisfaction.

"Are you with them?" Sanji inquired.

"Yes, they're here to pick me up. My friend over there somehow reserved a table without even informing me. I have no idea how she pulled it off.”

Sanji let out a chuckle. "Well, it seems that you're in good hands today.”

"I am. Uhm... I should go join them now. Will we meet again later?”

You didn't want to seem excessively clingy, but the moment you voiced that question, a part of you plummeted into a pit of embarrassment.

Yet, your words only served to widen his smile even more. "Absolutely, sweetheart.”

As you nodded and retreated a step, you were convinced that your cheeks were flaming. You observed him lift the tray and take it to the closest table, all the while you ambled away, caught up in your whimsical thoughts.

The moment you sat down, you immediately sensed four pairs of piercing eyes fixated on you.

"Okay, I have to admit it," Mari started, "That guy is attractive as fuck.”

“He’s definitely a handsome one, good shot Y/N!” Rory exclaimed.

"More handsome than me?" Marlo queried, "Come on, I'm way more appealing than him.”

"Oh, don't be jealous now. Of course, you're the best.”

Marlo wasn't entirely convinced, but he draped a muscular arm around Rory’s shoulder, wearing a smug expression.

"I mean, as a man, I can't exactly be objective about his appearance,” Rubio started, "But he was practically devouring you with his eyes alone.”

You cleared your throat. "Was he really?”

"Honestly, Y/N, how clueless can you get?” Mari groaned. “That cook would be all over you if he could.”

"That's not true.”

"Actually, my dear, she's quite right," Marlo chimed in.

“Guys, seriously! You've barely seen him for two minutes from here. He’s not like that.”

"Yeah, what sets him apart at least, is that he seems to respect your boundaries.”

Rory, Marlo, and Rubio all nodded in unison.

You sighed. "Whatever. Can we change the topic, please?”

"Oh wow, look at how flushed your face is!”

"Awww, how adorable. Our dear Y/N has a crush.”

"Shhh, lower your voices!”

When they burst into another round of snickers, you shook your head, suppressing a smirk that was beginning to form. It was extraordinary how different and comfortable you felt with them, compared to the other times you had found yourself in that very same room. Just the night before, you had been wishing to escape as soon as you arrived, and now, you desired nothing more than to spend the rest of the day with your friends, savoring the most delectable cuisine that could be found in all of East Blue (and perhaps, in the entire world).

If anything, this only solidified that you were perilously close to completely upending your life, and the prospect of returning home invoked the most dreadful sense of fear you could ever experience.

You all ate to such an extent that you felt on the verge of bursting. Rory was almost moved to tears, thrilled by the outstanding cuisine, while Marlo consumed everything he had ordered with astonishing eagerness. Rubio was making a determined effort to relish his dessert, wishing it would never end, while Mari was so delighted with her meal that she would have licked her plate clean if it wasn't considered as such an indiscretion.

Throughout your brunch, Sanji had surfaced at your table, meticulously detailing each dish with commendable sentiment. Rory and Mari, both remarkably beautiful, didn't elude the cook's attention, and he lavished them with a cascade of compliments and charming banter. However, the exchange of smiles and whispered words between you and Sanji seemed to single you out, making you feel distinctively special. At one juncture, he slipped out of the kitchen with a dish he didn't want Zeff to see, placing it before you with a gentle touch on your shoulder as he whispered into your ear. You blushed continuously for ten minutes when your friends began to tease you affectionately about the gesture.

As lunchtime passed and the early afternoon sun began to shift its position, the dining room slowly started to empty. You could hear the music emanating from the bar outside, coupled with the increasing volume of your friends' voices echoing throughout the space. The tranquility of the instance felt entirely dreamlike, a stark contrast to the habitual family turmoil and incessant demands you were accustomed to.

You had been seated there for a few hours, yet, there was not a single moment where you felt an urge to leave the table.

Only when your stomachs were satiated and your meals entirely consumed, did your friends place the necessary quantity of Berries on the silver tray accompanying the bill. You had proposed to reimburse them later with the funds from your private storage, but they remained unyielding in their decision to indulge you.

You were so immersed in your complaint, that Mari's exit from the group escaped your attention. Only upon sensing her missing presence beside you, did you scan the surroundings in an attempt to locate your friend. The instant you did, all color drained from your face.

"Guys...? What is she up to?”

Marlo was already breaking into muted chuckles, while Rory dismissed it nonchalantly with a wave of her hand. Rubio slung an arm around your shoulder as your attention fixated on Mari, who was engaging in a cheerful conversation with none other than Sanji himself, who had emerged from the kitchen to gather the settled bills.

You managed to hear Mari expressing her gratitude aloud before she spun on her heels and returned, and you scarcely registered Sanji's smile aimed in your direction when she did.

"Mari," your voice came out stern and low. "What was that?”

"Relax! I was merely engaging his services for the day.”

"Wait, you did what?”

"Considering it will take us a while to return, I thought we could take advantage of his culinary expertise. Nothing overly extravagant, just a packed dinner for our journey.”

“Oh, you’re brilliant!”

“Indeed, good thinking Mari!”

You rubbed your temple, taking deep breaths to soothe your frayed nerves. Given the amount of food your group consumed, it seemed highly unlikely that any of you would feel sufficiently hungry to partake in dinner by day's end. Mari's move was merely a pretext to invite Sanji aboard their ship, observe him closely and, without a doubt, provide an opportunity for you to spend additional time with him away from his usual environment.

"Did he agree?" You asked her.

“Oh yes.”

Well, shit.

You were torn between feeling grateful, or extremely anxious. The mere notion of having him so near to you and your soul family, without Zeff, Patty, or any other colleague on standby to yank him away, caused your entire face to be flushed with a deep shade of crimson once more.

Yet, deep within, your mind was silently shrieking with exhilaration.

As you waited for Sanji aboard your friends' ship, your heart was racing so fast that you felt like a teenager on her first date. Even though it wasn't intended to be a private encounter between the two of you, with Mari and the others around, you knew that privacy was not an option anyway.

And yet, the anticipation was killing you.

Upon Sanji's arrival, it came to your attention that he had discarded his chef's uniform, not even opting for his signature black jacket. The sight of his button-down shirt, tightly embracing his upper body, and the visible flex of his lower arm muscles as he lugged kitchen supplies and utensils, only intensified your emotional unrest.

Mari led him to the stove, and without hesitation, he settled in, rolling his sleeves up even further. Rubio, who had recently taken a fond interest in cooking, attempted to glean some useful instructions from the chef. Despite his playful refusal to reveal his culinary secrets, Sanji still provided a few practical pointers that your friend eagerly jotted down.

A smile found its way onto your face as you relaxed your shoulders and comfortably leaned against the dining table. Your smile wasn't particularly intended for Sanji, yet the moment he caught sight of it, he responded with a radiant grin of his own, one that became increasingly endearing to you with each passing moment.

Clearing your throat, you approached him, fully aware of your friends' attentive eyes watching your every move. "Can I assist you with anything?”

"Don't worry, sweetheart. You're not expected to do the work.”

You shook your head. "Still, please. Let me help you.”

"Yes, she's quite good actually. She's been dedicating a lot of time to practice.”

You shot Marlo a stern look, silently urging him to drop the subject. Unfortunately, your friends showed no signs of letting up.

"Oh right, she did! If you two join forces, I have no doubt it's going to result in the best dinner we've ever had!”

Rory's enthusiasm was so overwhelming that you almost felt the urge to scream and bolt. Sanji regarded you with a curious expression and a raised eyebrow, a look you quickly tried to dismiss. "It's not like that. I was forced to... I mean.... just, may I?”

Recognizing your growing desperation, Sanji didn't have the heart to turn you down.

"All right, love. Could you chop the carrots for me?”

Somewhat shyly, you nodded, washing your hands and picking up the knife from the table. Mari's barely suppressed giggle could be heard, and she met your playfully threatening glare with an innocent look.

"So, Sanji. How long have you been a cook?" Rubio asked, watching as you began to slice the vegetable.

His voice echoed with delight and pride as he replied, "I've been training since I was a child.”

"Impressive. It runs in your blood, then. Can you cook, like, anything?”

“I can make anything.”

“Now I’m jealous!”

The atmosphere became noticeably lighter and more carefree. Your friends were at ease, engaging in leisurely conversation and warmly interacting with the man who had clearly piqued your interest. The more you collaborated with the cook, the more your deep, meaningful glances with him became frequent.

Convinced that it was best to leave the two of you to your own tasks, Mari stood up and stretched her arms. "I believe it's time for a little rest. I've eaten so much that I'm starting to feel drowsy. What do you say, guys? Shall we let them finish the preparations?”

Immediately catching on, they all nodded in agreement and vacated their seats with lightning speed.

"Looks like the kitchen is in capable hands, catch you later," Marlo announced as he departed, throwing you a playful wink.

As they all withdrew, an awkward silence seemed to descend upon you, punctuated only by the rhythmic sound of a knife chopping and water boiling. Alone with Sanji again, you could feel the warmth radiating from his shoulder, so close to yours that they were almost touching.

Swallowing nervously, you apologized, "I'm sorry for their behavior. I hope they didn't make you feel uncomfortable.”

"Not at all. They seem like nice people.”

You allowed the freshly cut carrots to tumble into the simmering pot. "They truly are. I honestly don't know what I'd do without them.”

"You seem happier when you're with them," he observed.

"I am. We've been together since our childhood days. My parents never really approved of them, so I always had to come up with an excuse to sneak out and meet them.”

Your hand grazed against his as you handed him the ladle.

"Life hasn't been easy for you, has it?”

"No, not really.”

You watched him with admiration as he skillfully stirred the contents in the pot. The tantalizing aroma of the stew wafted up, tickling your nostrils and igniting your appetite once again.

"So, what's this about you training in cooking?" He inquired.

“It’s not what you think,” you replied, a chuckle escaping your lips. "My family wanted me to become the ideal wife, so they sort of nudged me into the kitchen to prepare meals suitable for a husband. I like cooking, but my skills are quite avarage, really.”

“You’re actually doing well.”

"All I'm doing is chopping vegetables, sprinkling some seasoning, and staring as you do all the heavy lifting.”

Your attention was more drawn to his arms and hands for entirely different reasons, but that was a piece of information he didn't need to know.

"It's not every day I get the opportunity to cook alongside a woman as pretty and intelligent as you.”

It was difficult to hold back your blush.

"I'm not that clever. If I were, I wouldn't have ended up here with that guy in the first place.”

Sanji's smile faltered only for a fleeting moment, before returning just as bright as before. "You certainly didn't deserve any of that, but… I'm glad it led to our paths crossing.”

In that moment, your mind was swarming with doubts and questions. Did he extend this level of kindness to any attractive woman he encountered at the Baratie? Were you developing feelings for the wrong man, someone who showered you with compliments while possibly having a multitude of women waiting in the wings?

The more you mulled it over, the less fearful you became as your impressions of him persisted. Could someone as gentle and courteous as he seemingly was, be the flirtatious player as Rory had insinuated?

Admittedly, your limited experience wasn't much to draw from, especially considering the sparse past relationships you had managed to keep concealed from your family. And yet, in Sanji's presence, you felt a sense of freedom and security that not even Mari and the others could provide.

"It might seem like an obvious thing to say, but I'm glad too.”

Underneath his hair, you could see his lips curling into a confident grin. And before you could utter another word, he turned towards you, a spoon filled with warm stew in his hand, gently pressing it against your lips.

"Would you mind tasting this for me, beautiful? It might be a bit hot, so be careful.”

Using the counter for support as your knees seemed to weaken, you held one hand under the spoon and gently blew on it to cool the meat down. The moment you brought your lips to it and allowed the stew to slide into your mouth, it instantly melted on your tongue, causing your taste buds to burst with joy.

"Oh, wow," you exclaimed. "This is delicious. But honestly, everything you make is perfect.”

"I had a good assistant.”

"You did most of it.”

"You have a precise knack for chopping, an acute sense of smell, and an excellent eye for seasoning. You're more talented than you give yourself credit for.”

You shrugged. "I never considered it to be something praise-worthy, but thank you.”

With the stew fully prepared, Sanji ladled generous portions into different bowls, sealing them with tinfoil to retain their warmth and prevent any foreign substances from contaminating the food. Between moments of laughter and diverse talks that allowed you to get to know each other a little better, you spent the afternoon preparing a variety of dishes, ranging from your friends' favorites to some of his specialties. By the time you finished, you estimated there would be enough food to last even through the next day, if not longer.

YYou had never experienced this much joy while preparing a meal before.

As you cleaned your hands with a towel, you looked at him with uncertainty, feeling a question bubbling up within you but hesitant to put it into words. Finally, having settled down next to him with a glass of water, you decided to take a leap of faith and speak your mind.

"Hey Sanji, can I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything you want,” he responded gently.

"So, I assure you I didn't rummage through your things, but I couldn't help noticing a few notes and maps on your desk. This place, the Baratie, it's not really where you want to be, is it?”

While his smile didn't fade, it was evident that your question had struck a chord.

"I'm sorry, you don't have to answer tha-”

"Have you ever heard of the All Blue?”

His question took you by surprise, but as it was a name you faintly recognized, it still had you deep in thought. No, it wasn't new at all. You were absolutely certain that you had come across it at some point. Perhaps it was mentioned in a story during one of your tedious dinners with Marines and notable figures. Or maybe it was something you found in a novel of some sort.

You searched your memory until something finally clicked. "I think I have. Isn't it a sea of legend, said to be the only place in the world where the North Blue, South Blue, East Blue, and West Blue seas intersect?”

Sanji looked at you with a surprised, yet pleased look.

You chuckled. "Yeah, I’m a bookworm.”

"Beautiful, intelligent, and impressively well-informed.”

"Oh, come on, really. Is this All Blue what you're searching for?”

Sanji's face turned solemn, tinged with a melancholic air. "There are fish from each of the four seas. It’s the ultimate dream of every chef.”

You nodded understandingly. "I can see why.”

"The All Blue is rumored to be located somewhere in the Grand Line. Yet, no one has ever found it.”

"And you believe it's not real?”

Sanji lifted his eyes from the table. "What about you?”

You didn't need to think it over. "I don't see why it shouldn't be. Whether it's legendary or not, the fact that it's known suggests there's some element of truth to it.”

Once again, his lips widened into the most beautiful of smiles, leaving you momentarily breathless.

"I know it's real. It has to be.”

"So... are you planning on setting out soon?”

Sanji let out a heavy sigh. "No.”

"But... I don't understand. I thought you wanted to find it?”

"I have responsibilities here, sweetheart. I can't just abandon Zeff.”

Your hands came together on the table. "So this is what you were referring to when you mentioned things were complicated?”

"Yeah.”

Despite your belief that he had every right to pursue the All Blue, you held back voicing your opinion on the matter. After all, you knew very little about his relationship with Zeff, and the fact that he was willing to sacrifice his dream for this man suggested their bond was far deeper than you initially perceived.

As if sensing your internal deliberation, Sanji continued speaking.

"He saved me, Y/N. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for him. I owe him my life.”

As he delved deeper into the story, and as much as you wished to know more, his explanation was enough for you to fully grasp his standpoint.

"And you?”

“Me?”

“Is there anything that you want to do?”

In that moment, you knew that he was asking about your dreams, wondering if you had one so intense that you'd consider setting sail into the open sea.

For the first time, as no one had ever asked you such a question, you found yourself at a loss.

"I'm not really sure," you replied. "The only thing I've ever wanted was to break free from the strict rules and impositions of my family. I've never really paused to consider what else could be out there for me.”

"I would call that a dream. One that you've just managed to fulfill.”

"Not really, no.” You absentmindedly fiddled with your fingers. "Perhaps in part, but there's still so much left to do. I'll never truly be free as long as they continue to expect my return.”

Sanji seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then he nudged his chair a bit closer to you, just enough to be able to place his hand on yours.

"Then don't.”

Without any hint of embarrassment, you affectionately squeezed his wrist. "I have to. Otherwise, I'll just be hiding, and that's not what I want. I need closure.”

He pursed his lips together, nodding in silence, but maintaining his comforting grip on you. His touch was gentle yet firm, so incredibly grounding that you wished it could last forever.

Sadly, as the kitchen door swung open, you had to abruptly pull back and move slightly further from him.

"How's it going, guys? This room smells heavenly!”

You glanced down and ran your fingers across your forehead, while Sanji subtly cleared his throat into his hand. Mari looked at you, her smile broad and knowing, her eyebrows raised so high they seemed to touch the sky.

"It's all ready," Sanji responded, his voice slightly hoarse.

Unable to resist, Marlo immediately approached the covered stew, peeling back part of the tinfoil to take in its scent. "Holy cow, man. You're incredible.”

"Y/N deserves just as much praise.”

"Oh, I'm sure," Mari said, draping her arms around your shoulders from behind and squeezing a bit too tightly for comfort. "I want the deets later," she whispered into your ear.

Rubio stepped forward, giving Sanji's back a friendly pat and expressing his gratitude for the remarkable service. As dusk approached, it dawned on you how much time you both had devoted in that isolated chamber, and how rapidly the hours had slipped away in his company.

For the second time that day, your friends refused to allow you to dip into your savings, even though you were more than ready to compensate Sanji for all his efforts. Every single one of them.

But in the end, would money even suffice? You still felt a lingering indebtedness towards him, and you made a solemn vow to yourself that one day, somehow, you would reciprocate his kindness in a much grander, more significant way.

Mari persisted for a solid fifteen minutes, trying to convince him to accept the payment. Sanji was adamant that he didn't require any compensation, asserting that his joy stemmed from ensuring all of you were content and well-prepared for your journey home. However, no one could ever win against Mari’s obstinacy, and he was compelled to accept the payment with a slight reverance as he reluctantly took their Berries.

The mere idea of returning to your hometown felt like a weight on your heart, and the prospect of bidding farewell was agonizingly painful.

Recognizing that he needed to return to his duties at the Baratie, you proposed walking with him, not wanting him to endure Zeff's criticism for his extended absence. Naturally, Mari and the rest didn't oppose, silently motivating you to seize this chance.

Thus, both of you disembarked from the ship, strolling side by side down the wooden pier. The sea breeze brought a pleasant salty touch to your skin, and you were at a loss for words, unable to interrupt the serene quiet.

In the end, he was the one to shatter it.

"Will you be all right, love? Truly?”

His concern was moving, and it only made you want to stay and never leave.

"Yes," you replied with assurance. "Truly.”

“You do realize that you're stronger than you think, right?”

You smiled. "I do now, thanks to you.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

You stopped, pivoting to face him and sweeping your hair away from your face. "You did a lot, actually. Maybe you don't even recognize it, but the way you speak has a way of calming a lady's heart. It certainly worked with me.”

He tucked his hands into the pockets of his trousers. "Believe me. With you, it’s natural.”

"If that's the case, I'm flattered.”

You resumed your walk, moving forward until the entrance to the Baratie stood directly in front of you. A part of you longed to grip onto him and beseech him to let you stay, to grant you employment at the restaurant, to protect you from any potential danger you might face at home.

Because, at the end of the day, you never learned how to stand on your own two feet. The reason it took you such a long time to finally break free from your family's control was that you had spent your entire life craving their love and approval. You sought validation, a confirmation that you were enough. But all you were met with were cruel words and expectations that shaped you into a person you didn't identify with, nor you wanted to be.

Sanji helped you understand that you weren't someone to be despised. You were deserving of protection and care, and your true value far surpassed the worth your family had ascribed to you.

"Will I see you again?" He asked, resting a hand on the door without pushing it open.

"As if I could go on without ever tasting your cooking again.”

You both shared another bout of laughter, trading one last look before you retreated a step. "Take care, Sanji. I'll see you soon.”

Without awaiting his reply, you turned and initiated your departure, taking a few steps along the pier as more ships began to approach.

But as you forced yourself to reach your friends, your body seemed to resist, decelerating until you came to a complete standstill, unsure of your subsequent action.

"Oh, come on! After all he's done for you, you didn't even give him a kiss?”

Mari's words reverberated in your mind, and although you had initially cast aside the notion as dreadfully improper, now your hands quivered with the urge that was overtaking you.

You swiveled your head, sneaking a look back at Sanji who had stayed exactly where you left him, motionless, observing as you walked away. Summoning a spontaneous burst of bravery, you made long strides to return to his side. His lips began to part to say something, but you halted him by resting your hand on his chest and pressing a modest, tender kiss onto his cheek.

It was cautious, as gentle as the touch of a feather. But the way he traced his fingers along your arm to grasp your wrist was an unmistakable indication of his appreciation for your gesture.

You barely locked eyes with him as you pulled back, your cheeks blushing at the sight of them. You didn't even stop to consider what you had just done, turning and darting off, making a beeline for your cabin with the intent to confine yourself and never come out. Only when you reached the main deck did you dare to look at the Baratie, realizing that the door was fully open and Sanji was nowhere in sight.

Throughout your voyage, your friends teased about the palpable tension and electric atmosphere that seemed to spark whenever you and Sanji were near each other. They highlighted the unmistakable mutual attraction, causing your cheeks to heat up even more. It was now impossible to deny that there was some form of connection between the two of you, but with the unresolved situation back home looming over you, you opted to shelf those thoughts as there were more pressing matters at hand.

The feeling was sickening, excruciating, and completely daunting. As you stared at the town materializing in the distance with a cup of coffee in your shaking hand, you promised yourself that this time, regardless of the potential fallout, you would stand up for your own welfare.

Now, unlike ever before, you knew exactly what to do. And for the first time, you had a clear objective to accomplish - you desired to see Sanji's face again above all else in the world.

Final note: I didn't fully describe my OCs because I thought it would be fun for the readers to come up with their own vision and interpretation, so you are free to see them however you please, only using my little details as an indication.

Also, people have speculated that Sanji has a piercing just below his tongue, considering that something shiny seems to show up there in a couple of scenes. Someone confirmed that Taz Skylar, Sanji's actor, actually has one irl, so I thought it would be nice to include it here! 😆

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 (currently reading) Go to Chapter 4 (coming soon) ->

#one piece liveaction #opla sanji #opla sanji x reader #sanji vinsmoke #sanji x reader #sanji vinsmoke x reader

[harringrove-cafe]

The Harringrove Cafè will be inviting the top guests you voted for to bake ship sweets (treats made by your other favorite ships)! 

Couples, throuples and quads will be crowding the kitchen together to create their own signature treats, and on December 1-3, Billy and Steve will deliver those treats on your behalf!

Please see the menu below and choose what treats you would like to order for your friends. (or yourself!) The order form will close on November 29th at Midnight EST! (In the meantime, regular Saturday orders from this month's menu will continue to be sent out!)

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(Text version of the menu below the cut)

Friday Movie Truffles Lucas/Max

Sponge cake truffles dipped in white chocolate and drizzled with dark chocolate and sprinkles, served in a keepsake movie night popcorn bucket

Forest Rendezvous Cake Eddie/Chrissy

A gorgeous brown butter and red velvet mini layer cake, topped with forest green icing, fondant leaves and molded chocolate versions of Eddie and Chrissy's signature necklaces.

Beer Battered Deep Fried Oreos Tommy/Billy/Steve

Oreos deep fried in a beer batter, drizzled with chocolate syrup and confectioners sugar for the perfect snack after the party's over. Dank In The Darkroom Brownies Argyle/Jonathan

White chocolate ganache poured over dark chocolate brownies with pineapple on top for the perfect snack to eat after passing the dutchie.

Mall Date Ice Cream Cake El/Max

A triple-layer ice cream cake decorated with the Starcourt Mall colors and an ice cream cone cookie on top.

TigerFreak Striped Cookie Bars Eddie/Jason Several layers of colorful sugar cookies, one side with Jason's team colors, the other side with Eddie's Hellfire colors. The cookie bars are topped with edible D20 dice candies and a game-winning basketball.

Strawberry Banana Blast Billy/Chrissy/Eddie/Steve

A giant waffle cone bowl filled to the top with Scoops of Banana and Strawberry ice cream, a huge helping of whipped cream, pretzel pieces, chocolate sauce and a cherry on top. Serves 4 (of course).

The Most Metal Sandwich EVER! Billy/Eddie/Steve

A S'more sandwich topped with a chocolate covered pretzel, followed by a massive toasted marshmallow, a giant melted chocolate candy, a graham cracker, more chocolate, another marshmallow, ANOTHER graham cracker, strawberry ice cream, and yet another graham cracker.

Triple Trouble waffle supreme El/Lucas/Max

Ranger Raspberry and Mad Max Melon scoops on top of a floating waffle. Each treat comes with a crunchy chocolate wrist rocket and skateboard.

Summer Royaltea Billy/Chrissy/Steve

Triple Berry Boba Tea with a Strawberry Crown on top, with a taste to remind you of a summery Californian and his king and queen.

Buckleway root beer float Robin/Heather The perfect date night beverage of root beer and Scoops Ahoy vanilla ice cream, with an edible chocolate megaphone and trumpet tied to a red string of licorice for you to snack on after your float's all gone.

Chianti Chocolate Latte Joyce/Hopper A long awaited date at Enzo's in a mug of delicious chocolate latte spiked with chianti wine syrup. You've gotta have wine, right?

Bubblegum Milkshake Tommy/Carol

A Bubblegum flavored Milkshake topped with peppermint gum and candy sprinkles. Comes with one straw so Tommy can watch Carol drink it after he did all the work making it.

CheerGuard Energizer Chrissy/Heather

The perfect drink after work or practice—a strawberry lemonade bubbly blend with a collectible whistle and megaphone floating in every cup.

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The promise slacker life

Tcf and the promise land cross over

Kim Rok Soo fell asleep while reading the promise never land and woke up as Father Cale the head of Gracefield Orphanage.Father Cale was a trash caretaker who would raise kids to be eaten.He would reach his end when Choi Han protagonist would come to beat his ass while rescueing the children of Gracefield.

Determined to avoid his fate and get his slacker Kim Rok Soo now known as Cale decides to become the best darn caretaker to ever exist to obtain his slacker life.

**Characters**

Cale

The original Cale was raised in Gracefield and was recommended to become a father by Grandpa Ron and became a heavy drinker due to the guilt of having the children get eaten

Because of the heart bomb planted inside him.Cale is unable to leave the area of the orphanage so he insteads starts small by manipulating the test scores so all the kids get goods grades to buy them time.

Cale is very different from the original cale since he no longer acts trashy or irritable which makes the kids like On and Hong suspicious.

He still hates lemonade and anything bitter but Cale still works hard to figure out all the secrets in gracefield

He convinces On and Hong not to run away just yet and trains them all in ways of survival for the day they do run and also removing their trackers

Cales is still very afaird of grandpa Ron since its hard to figure out his motive and is suspicious of Brother Beacrox since he was sent by Ron to “help” him.

Cale also saves the Choi Han who was injured from breaking into gracefield, feeds him and makes a plan with him to help the kids escape

Choir han

Crossed the border between world and found himself in the forest when he was young and fought demons to survie ever since

Later finds out about the farms through farm survivors like Roselyn and Lock when he goes to Goldiepond

Joins their resistence and help free kids from the demons

One day he gets attack by a bunch of humans on the demon side while trying to break in to gracefield and is ingured.

he gets saved by Father Cale who was nothing of what he expected him to be.

Choi Han remains in hiding during his time in gracefield and learns that cale isn't evil but wants the kids to be free

got in a fight against Beacrox

They make a plan together for Choi Han escapes with all the children but unfortunately it means leaving Cale behind.

On

Is one of the orphan children of gracefield along with her brother Hong

She discovered that gracefied was a farm one day when they followed cale out of curiousity

On had been preparing to escape with her brother for years but was stopped by cale who later gave them hints on the William nerveriam book and later trains them on skills need to survie

On is very perspective, top of her class and learns how to make fog through science and the material Cale gives her that they use for their escape

Although still suspicious of cale especially when Beacrox sudden arrival one day .Shesoon learns that all Father Cale wants is his slacker life

On trusted Cale enough to follow Choi Han when escaping

Toy given: A fluffy grey cat

Hong

Younger brother to On and also an orphan at gracefield

Followed Father Cale when he was young and saw what happened to the children when they shipped

Has been planning to escape with On for years

Got caught by Father Cals when trying to climb the wall surround the orphanage

Was suspicious of Cale at first but after getting hints , survival lessons and yummy snacks he is no longer doubt fall

Has read all the books on medical herbs and knows how to make poison

Him and his sister have worked together to make poison fog that they used in their escape

Stuff toy given:A fluffy Red Cat

Ron

Used to be a father at gracefield when og Cale was young .Never really liked the farming system but can't rebel yet

Had a soft spot for Og Cale so recommend him to become a father.

realised quickly that Cale was acting different during his monthly report

Tested him with lemonade but had the same reaction

Send Beacrox to keep an eye on Cale to assist him with anything he maybe

Turns a blind to many things that Cale had requested for and Choi Hans existence in gracefield

Was very amused when the kids broke out and the Reason why cake decided to stay back

Beacrox

Former gracefield orphan and biological son to Grandpa

Was sent to assist and monitor Cale

Never really understood why Ron decided to recommend og Cale to become a father since to him Cale was a drunk with weak mental strength.

learns quickly that father Cale change and is planning something big. Becomes suspicious of Cale’s intentions

feeds him lemonade and reports his reaction to Ron. Continues to feed him lemonade due to orders.

Soon Makes a deal with Cale to help smuggle the items request to Ron. As well as to help teach the children more skills outside the curriculum.

agrees due to Ron not having a problem with Cale’s demands

Amazing cook and is in charge of all meal.Also helps keep the house clean and the children tidy

Had a small fight with Choi Han that resulted in injury

Help teach the kids especially Hong how to identify what plants to eat and which are poisonous.

At first only helped because of orders but soon became earnest in his efforts for the kids escape.

( thank you for reading and have an amazing day/night!)

#trash of the count's family #cale henituse #the promised neverland #lout of the count’s family #tcf on #tcf hong #ron molan #choi han #promised neverland crossover #kim rok soo #Tcf #beacrox molan #The promise slacker life

[pink-princess-pussy-pop]

Kiss Me: A Rafe Cameron Fic

OMFG I am in love with Drew Fucking Starkey. That man deserves a fucking Emmy. I had this idea about a Rafe fanfic. I wanted it to be a softer Rafe. But still cannon Rafe, just a bit nicer.

Summary: Rafe overhears you talking to Sarah about how you are going into your senior year and haven’t had your first kiss yet so he decides to rectify that. 

Warnings: Language, some sexual tension, but nothing else, I think. 

“Sarah, it’s so embarrassing.” 

You and Sarah Cameron, your friend since second grade, were. sitting on her families boat, soaking up the last few days of summer. She was sipping her lemonade from across the boat deck. 

“No it’s not. There are so many people who haven’t had their first kiss yet!” 

You rolled your eyes. 

Sarah was perfect. From everything from her hair to her clothing, Sarah Cameron was every teenage boy’s wet-dream. To her, you were uncomparable. 

She was in her yellow bikini, her hair perfect, as always, and her flawless skin glowing from the day in the sun. 

You, on the other hand, felt uncomfortable in a floral light blue suit you’d borrowed from her and just felt sweaty and gross from being outside. 

“Y/N, it is completely normal. Lots of people are still virgins in college! I was still a virgin until...”

“John B.” You interrupted. Your friend grinned at you, her beautiful face glowing with excitement. 

“See!” She plopped down on one of the chairs next to you. You rolled your eyes. 

“Can we stop this conversation before Rafe gets here? I don’t need him knowing about my non-existent sex life.” 

“Ew.” Sarah made a face at you. “Don’t bring Rafe into this. I don’t need him knowing I did it with John B.” 

“Sarah I think everyone knows you did it with John B.” She stuck her tongue out at you. 

Little did you know that Rafe had been listening to your entire conversation. He had been aboard the ship for a few minutes. His mind was racing. 

How had a girl as amazing as you, though the words going through Rafe’s mind were more crude, never been kissed before? He raked his hand through his hair, causing it to fall in front of his face and then knocked on the side of the boat, alerting the two of you to his presence. 

“Hey, ladies.” Your heart sped up at the mere sound of Rafe’s voice. You had to clear your throat before speaking. 

“Hey Rafe!” You looked over your shoulder to find him looking directly at you. 

Rafe’s eyes were zeroed in on you, watching your every movement. He noticed your pupils dilate when you locked eyes, how your teeth pulled at your bottom lip, your legs squeezing together before breaking his gaze and turning back around. Even when he was a little high, Rafe could notice the smallest details. Especially in his younger sister’s best friend. 

Rafe had always felt a sense of protection over you. He would always keep a watchful eye over you at parties, made sure that you were well hydrated when drinking, and never let you go anywhere near Barry. 

Ward, Rose, and Wheezie boarded My Druthers a few minutes later, and then you were off. 

Your mind kept fluttering to Rafe, although you were trying to keep your focus on whatever Sarah and you were doing. 

He had always interested you. He was Rafe Cameron... how could he not be interesting?? You’d always see him at the OBX parties, wearing his three-button t-shirts, or tight fitting polos, hanging around Top and Kelce, trying to conceal his red eyes. 

Even though the two of you had never had a real conversation throughout the many years you were friends with Sarah, you were inadvertently attracted to him. Rafe always seemed so sure of himself, he knew what was going on, and was not afraid of doing whatever he needed to get what he wanted. 

Unbeknownst to you, Rafe’s sights were set on giving you want you wanted. What you needed. He just had to wait for the right time. 

So that’s exactly what Rafe was going to do. 

Wait. 

Rafe was getting antsy. He hadn’t been able to hold a conversation with his own father. You just looked so fucking good in the blue bikini. Of course, his mind was going further than just kissing you, but he was going to give you what you needed. So when you excused yourself to use the bathroom, Rafe took the opportunity. 

He waited inside the small living room of the boat, his long arms spread out across the back of the couch. You rounded the corner, ready to head back outside when you heard Rafe clear his throat. You turned to him, suddenly feeling very exposed, crossing your arms over your stomach. 

Rafe’s tongue ran over his bottom lip as he blatantly checked you out. He grinned after seeing the obvious reaction your body had to him before standing up from his place on the couch. 

You were frozen in place, the cool AC of the small room causing you to shiver, though it also would have been from Rafe’s eyes lingering on your body. 

Rafe stood in front of you, his height intimidating. 

“Did,” You cleared your throat again, “Did you need anything?” The side of his mouth quirked up into a bit of a smile, sending a flurry of butterflies through your body. 

“Y/N, I think the question is do you need anything?” Your eyes were cast down as Rafe’s fingers grazed your arm. You could barely focus on anything but the heat radiating off of his large torso or the veins that were prominent on his large hands. His fingers brushed along your collar bones, your neck, before lightly pulling your chin up to meet his gaze. Rafe’s thumb brushed over your bottom lip. “Y/N, tell me what you need me to do.” Rafe’s other hand found it’s way to your naked waist, his ring cold on your skin. 

“Rafe...” You could barely think with him this close. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Oh, sweetheart.” His hand settled on the side of your neck, bringing you ever so closer against him. “I heard you talking with Sarah. So all you need to do, is tell me what you need me to do.” He leaned closer, his nose brushing yours. “I’m not gonna do it until you tell me,” He brought his gaze to your lips. “exactly what you’d like me to do.” 

“Rafe.” His blue eyes locked on yours. “Rafe, can you...” He smiled that half smile, the one that made your heart flutter. Your cheeks were flushed.

“Just ask, baby.” Your heart pounded at his simple words, but never in your wildest dreams did you believe that Rafe Cameron would be calling you baby. 

“Rafe can you-” He stopped you.

“No baby, what do you need me to do.” He was whispering now, and you were now sure that the goosebumps on your body were not effects from the AC, but from Rafe Cameron himself. “Say it, hon.” Rafe was smiling again. You, his little sister’s best friend, so close to him he could practically hear your heartbeat. You seemed so fragile beneath him. Rafe needed to protect you. To make sure you had everything you needed. And right now, you needed him to kiss you.

“Rafe, I-” You paused. “Rafe I need you to... I need you to...” You could barely breathe. “Rafe please kiss me.” You pleaded with him, arms uncrossing to touch his arms. Rafe caught your wrists and brought them back down to your sides. 

“Baby, you need to use the words I need to hear.” His lips were dangerously close to yours. “I’m only gonna ask one more time. What do you need?”

You answered immediately. 

“Rafe I need you to kiss me.” Rafe grinned. 

“That’s all you had to say.” 

Rafe kissed you. His hands that were keeping yours to your side slid up your body, pulling you flush against him. 

You had heard in movies and read in books how when girls were kissed for the first time, like really kissed, that sparks would fly.  

With Rafe, instead of sparks, there was a whole fucking fire that ignited inside of you. 

Your hands found their way to his neck, pulling him further into your body. 

Rafe knew that if he didn’t stop himself that he would lose control, so he pulled away from you. He looked at you, your eyes closed, trying to catch your breath, hands still wrapped around his neck. 

When you opened your eyes, Rafe Cameron was grinning at you. 

“Thank you.” You whispered. He unwrapped himself from you and took a step back, taking his warmth with him. He walked towards the door to the deck of the boat, leaving you standing in the small boat living room. 

“Hey Y/N.” You glanced over your shoulder at him, his blue eyes on yours again. “If you need anything else, just ask.” Rafe winked at you before opening the door and leaving you alone. 

Sorry I’m just fucking in love with Drew Starkey rn. 

Part 2? IDK. 

#rafe cameron #rafecameron #outerbanks #obx #rafe #rafe x reader #rafe cameron x reader #drew starkey

[jovenshires]

interested to know whats the Specific Vibe you think spommy/shaymien/amangela/other ships you like give off aside from the usual “friends to lovers/same brain” tropes!! i feel like i have descriptive vibes that explain why i like their dynamic

HMMMM okay i know Exactly what you mean. there was a post like this that went around Ages ago (different time, different ships, different fandom really) and i wouldn't know where to find it even if i tried so kudos to them, but this is My Take on the vibes of a few of my faves:

(EDIT: ya know on second read through of your ask im not sure this is what you wanted. i can reblog with full actual thoughts later perhaps)

spommy: late-night dinners, ill-timed laughter, sharing clothes, cupping someone's face, cozy nights in, music in a quiet apartment, being taken care of

shaymien: greasy diner food, high top converse, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, playing video games until your eyes hurt, bulletin board memories, passed notes, the color green

amangela: rom-coms, scrunchies, neon colors, arguing over nothing (but knowing it's not really an argument), the sound of a party from the next room, laying your head on someone's shoulder and closing your eyes, drinks in dive bars

courtivia: lemonade, pinky promises, red lipstick on your cheek, sunrises, talking on the phone for hours, whispered secrets at a sleepover, long summer days

koah: lingering hugs, shotgunning, love at first sight, car rides to wherever, sitting in the back of a movie theater, sneaking out to see each other, laughter that stems from nothing

shackie: fallen leaves in autumn, reading aloud to each other, slow-dancing in your kitchen, candlelight, quiet teasing to make someone blush, fresh red roses, giving someone your jacket when they look cold

kimney: the smell of cookies in the oven, notes in your lunch, the beach, the color yellow, doing something nice just because, overalls, smiling into a kiss

jamien: love letters, pressed flowers, a hand on your waist, journal entries, petrichor, uncertain confessions, intertwining fingers

choah: knees pressed underneath the table, pop music blasting from the radio, twilight hours, sour candy, itching to touch someone, the hollow of your throat, the smell of bubblegum

arangela: shared smirks, conversations that keep you up, a full moon, takeout food, feeling like fate is guiding you, glitter, dancing under flashing lights

ianthony: sweaters, comfort foods, laying down face-to-face, the feeling of coming home, inside jokes, sunlight filtering through a window, coffee in the morning

#shipping #spommy #shaymien #amangela #courtivia #koah #shackie #kimney #jamien #choah #arangela #ianthony #anon #anonymous #asks #ask #sorry this took AGES i had a lot to say and think ab LDNNFFKLN

[doki-doki-imagines]

Reblog to see who your followers ship you with mk1 edition

Ashrah: Ivory

Baraka: Birch beige

Geras: Sandcastle yellow

Havik: Lemonade pink

Johnny Cage: Indigo

Kenshi: Cherry red

Kitana: Berry blue

Kung Lao: Peach pink

Li Mei: Fuchsia

Liu Kang: Ferrari red

Mileena: Magenta

Nitara: Blood red

Raiden: Sky blue

Rain: Sapphire blue

Reiko: Maroon

Reptile: Hunter green

Scorpion: Sunrise yellow

Shang Tsung: Kelly green

Shao Kahn: Sangria red

Sindel: Lilac

Smoke: Graphite

Sub-Zero: Arctic blue

Tanya: Gold

#mk1 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mk1 matchup #mortal kombat matchup #mk x reader #mk matchup #I'm doing this for more or less every fandom I'm in #for once there aren't thousands characters LOL #If I forgot someone tell me! So I can add to the post

[galaxycunt]

Singing The Same Dream

shuggy thoughts Thursday

1k lil fic hehe

He had a good buzz going, a hand floating to scare the barmaid, endless liquor flowing, good times. Buggy would be lying if he wasn’t a man who recollects when he’s drunk, and a bad feeling about this night made his fingers twitch with anxiety.

Behind him the door swung open, loud chattering of a group of men bounced off the walls. This was good, he needed a distraction. He glanced over his shoulder to watch the men pile in, pirates. Even better.

”Yo, more rum over here! Before these fucks drink it all!”

“Buggy?”

He turned, limbs nearly falling to pieces to the floor. It was him, he didn’t fucking need this right now. Swiveling in his stool, he whipped back to face the bar.

”It really is you!” a hand slapped him hard on the back, “you’re looking good.”

”Yeah, well, you look like shit.”

He only laughed, “getting older I guess.”

Red-haired Shanks. He looked the same, same stupid hat, same stupid smile on his face.

”What you’re drinking, old friend?”

Time to make lemonade, “top shelf only.”

Shanks shrugged, ordering a bottle to share. Buggy swiped it as soon as it hit the counter, chugging the bottle to the last drop.

”Thanks for the free drink, shithead,” he said getting up to leave.

“Whoa, wait a minute. I just got here,” Shanks said tugging on his sleeve, “please, stay a little bit.”

Buggy shrugged him off, “it’s been how long now? 15 years?”

He smiled, “something like that.”

He knew this was a bad idea, but those old memories flooded back to him. His smile, his eyes, his lips. Buggy’s heart won out over his brain.

”Alright. Talk.”

Shanks smiled a little nervously, like he used to, “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say.”

”Any good hauls lately?” Buggy said sarcastically.

“A little of this, a little of that,” he paused, “wait do you really wanna know?”

Buggy only glared.

So he told him, the treasure he found, a little village he liked to visit when he could, animated about everything the drunker he became. Shanks was living the dream life they wanted for themselves, he supposed he did too. Captains going their own way.

“God, Bug I remember what Roger used to say about you-“

”-don’t tell me that shit, man.”

”Why not?”

He frowned, “I don’t wanna hear this shit, bragging like a jackass.”

”Oh.”

Shank looked down at his drink, thinking of the right things to say. Buggy was reminded of the night they first kissed, how stupid it all was. Two lonely boys on a pirate ship with no one else their age in sight.

”It’s too loud in here, see ya shitface.”

Shanks followed Buggy out, “yeah you’re right. Fresh air would be nice!”

”I wanna be alone, moron!”

”But why?”

Buggy looked at the people passing by, how embarrassing. He was a fucking pirate captain, for god’s sake. So he walked toward the shore, not sure of where to go else with Shanks following him.

He was in love with the guy, so sure that Shanks was just bored and he was there. That was his life, being at the right place at the right time. He wasn’t made for love, getting what scraps anyone else wanted to give him.

The moon was beautiful and bright, dark waves crashed against white sand. Buggy kicked a rock at his feet, holding his breath for Shanks to say something.

”Why are you here, man?”

They locked eyes, “I didn’t mean to. But I’m glad we bumped into each other.”

”Is that right?”

”Yes,” he said quickly, “a welcome surprise.”

If he didn’t know better, Shanks looked flushed.

”Remember back in the day, that night on the island? I think the moon was just as big.”

Buggy closed his eyes, “yeah, I remember.”

”You…I think that night played in my mind for three weeks straight.”

”We were pretty young and dumb, huh?”

Shanks laughed, “yeah. We were, weren’t we? It was..nice, wasn’t it?”

It was before Roger died, Buggy braver than he ever been before, kissed his best friend. And he kissed him back. As large of a ship it was, it was hard to find the time to hide more kisses. Like two magnets, they always found each other’s lips.

Buggy used to worry that anytime they docked, Shanks would go off to find someone better looking to kiss. He never did, their first time together was in a cave they found on an island. The moon shone so bright, he looked like an angel.

Now they were drunk saps, the last remaining shred of dignity was screaming at Buggy to leave. Instead he sat in the cool sand, fingers tracing patterns.

”You’re a captain now, right?”

”Yeah.”

Shanks sat next to him, “I’m glad to hear it. I really am.”

Slowly his hand inched closer to him, fingers linking together. Buggy gulped, he couldn’t let this happen again. But why not? Why not?

”I’m sure there’s far more interesting men out there for you.”

Shanks shook his head, leaning closer. His breath smelled like liquor, this was a mistake. Buggy’s mind wrestled with a decision, a drunk kiss didn’t mean a thing. Even if it was 15 years overdue.

Shanks removed his hat, lips hovering over Buggy’s, “you were my best friend, you know?”

”I think I’m still in love with you,” he whispered.

Shanks exhaled deeply, a wide grin on his face. Buggy figured he was always going to be in love with him.

The kiss tasted bittersweet, Buggy’s other hand clutching the sand, letting it slip between his fingers as Shanks’s tongue slipped between his lips. It was bliss, just like every other time. He felt his heart in this throat, the wind knocked out of him.

”I gotta go.”

Buggy scrambled up as quickly as he could, tears burning hot. Shanks called out after him, words fading away.

He felt so stupid, he always so stupid. Rushing to his ship, he trembled as he locked the cabin door behind him.

They were drunk, of course they were. It wasn’t real, it never was. Shanks only got what he wanted, regardless of what Buggy felt about it.

Never again.

#buggy the clown #one piece #buggy x shanks #shanks #shuggy

[dabs-into-oblivion]

no, i don't know all the baldur's gate 3 companions yet. yes, i am making this post anyway

What the BG3 companions order at a London pub

Lae'zel drinks whiskey. Not the cheap stuff, either; no Jack Daniels or Jameson for her. Most of the time she will drink Laphroaig because they're bound to have it; occasionally she will venture out of her comfort zone. She usually drinks it straight but often asks for a glass of tap water on the side and very rarely drinks her whiskey on the rocks.

Shadowheart will try anything once, but when she's trying to get drunk she will go directly for Bacardi spiced rum. She prefers it with no mixer but will compromise and have soda water in it to get the bar staff to stop looking at her funny. She always tells them not to garnish her drink because one time she forgot to mention it and the person serving her actually squeezed the lemon slice before dropping it in.

Gale drinks white wine, preferably Chardonnay but otherwise whatever they've got. He will generally buy a bottle and also ask for a glass of ice cubes, because he must have exactly three ice cubes in his wine glass. No one has dared to ask him why, except Halsin in a general "why do people drink cold alcohol?" sense, and Gale has not deigned to answer that.

Astarion drinks red wine. Or vodka cranberry. Or anything red, really. He knows it's not blood, it doesn't taste the same, but there's something very satisfying about letting a flash of his teeth show as he's taking a sip of a red beverage. If you were to ask him what alcohol he likes, he would cluck his tongue at you and tell you that's not what drinking is about.

Wyll drinks IPAs, because i have personally found that the stereotypes of IPA bros are a distinctly American thing and don't exist in nearly the same capacity over here. He simply enjoys a beer with a little heft—but not too much, now, can't drink a dark ale after all. He hems and haws when asked which one is his favourite, and to this day has never given a straightforward answer.

Karlach drinks any beer that she can get her hands on, but she has a soft spot for local lagers like Camden Hells. If she's the designated driver, she will have two pints of lager shandy¹ and then switch to lemonade. Why are you looking at her like that? She can handle it.

Minthara detests pubs and prefers cocktail bars, but you can't be picky with this group, so she peruses their cocktail options until she finds a half-decent one. Usually it's a Long Island Iced Tea. She chews on her paper straw so much that by the time she's finished the drink, there is no straw left.

Halsin would really prefer mead, but pubs don’t tend to sell that, so he sticks with cask ales. He likes a good Ghost Ship, if they've got it. He cannot stand drinking cold alcohol and has wondered aloud multiple times how the others deal with it. They are all used to this by now and don’t answer his tipsy ramblings.

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1. A shandy consists of approximately 50% beer and 50% lemonade. Shandies come in half-pint and pint form. Not to be confused with a top, which is an almost-full half-pint or pint of beer with two or three spurts of lemonade. Shandies and tops tend to be priced the same as the equivalent measure of pure beer.

#baldur's gate #baldur's gate iii #baldur's gate 3 #lae'zel #shadowheart #gale of waterdeep #astarion #wyll blade of the frontier #karlach #minthara #halsin #posts into oblivion #headcanons

[quibbs126]

Could you draw a child for one of these ships?

1. Capsaicin x Kouign Amman

2. Shining glitter x black lemonade

Okay, I plan to do the other one (even if I was only told to do one), but I finished this one and just wanted to share it now, so here we have Sparkling Lemonade Cookie

He’s named after sparkling lemonade, though more specifically sparkling raspberry lemonade. I had some back in England (it was alright), and that’s when I originally got the idea for the name and put it on my list. Then later I got a request for the ship, so I used it here

Also I thought “sparkling” worked since Black Lemonade’s band is called SparkL, and neither of them use it

Sparkling raspberry lemonade:

You know, it wasn’t until coloring him that I realized that Shining Glitter’s pretty pale herself, at least compared to other Cookies

Anyways, so I got his hair down pretty quick (that was one of the things I had thought of first, with it being pink and yellow), but it was the clothes that gave me a lot of trouble. He’s been sitting as a sketch for like a week. Eventually I slapped something together that I got to actually work, and yeah. Then I was having trouble with his colors, since again, aside from the hair, I didn’t have much idea of what to do. I looked up some pictures of raspberry lemonade and decided to go with red and yellow

I also ended up changing the hair to be slightly more red, but I’m not sure how noticeable it is. Maybe I should have gone all the way, to keep consistent colors, but I really liked how the gradient looked alongside it, so I left it as is

I feel like his eyes look a little bare. Maybe he should have some makeup

But yeah, overall, I think he’s good. Maybe I could have done better with the outfit, but I’m not sure how to, so I’m fine leaving him as is. Definitely like the hair though

Anyways, so onto Sparkling Lemonade

So he’s a photographer instead of any sort of singer. I swear, when I thought up the idea, I thought I was stealing the idea from @bellatheinkdemon’s Pink Muscat, until I looked and saw Pink Muscat wanted to be a makeup artist, so I was good (though I’m not sure if it was just another character of theirs I was stealing from that I can’t remember). I don’t know why I chose photographer, it just sort of came to me. But yeah, that’s what he is. I settled with landscape photography, but tbh I’m not sure why

Is that all I have for him? Feel like I should have more than he’s just a photographer, but I don’t really know what else to say? I mean, maybe he likes Rockstar’s music and sometimes wears makeup. But I don’t have much else, other than he might be a bit moody

I think I focused more on the design than the character. And also some of it may be because I took like a week break from him struggling to figure out his outfit, and what I was originally thinking was mostly lost

But yeah, that’s Sparkling Lemonade, hope you enjoy!

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #shining glitter cookie #glitternade #cookie run oc #fankid #fanchild #sparkling lemonade cookie #my ocs #my art #requests #answers

[ihhfhonao3]

a non ship fic with trans and gay Apollo, and lesbian Trucy. A coming out fic where Trucy comes out to Apollo, then Apollo comes out to Trucy. Then something where they both come out to Phoenix. Phoenix is also bi and trans. :)

Finally finished it agagagagaggaga

It is. It is under the cut

“And that’s when I told him, ‘Daddy, you’re just being crazy!’” Trucy said, laughing.

Apollo chuckled as he sipped his coffee. “Well, Mr. Wright is a very eccentric character… I’ve come to learn that, let me tell you.”

The pair were on a lunch break, spending their free time at a coffee shop chatting about workplace gossip and co-worker drama. Apollo had come to find throughout their conversation that what happened around the agency definitely did not go over Trucy’s head. She was strangely knowledgeable about most things going on there, in fact.

Suddenly, Apollo saw Trucy’s fingers tighten around her glass of lemonade.

“Polly?” She asked. 

“Yeah?” Apollo replied, trying to ignore his perceive ability which was activating at her tension.

“Could you… would you mind taking your bracelet off for a moment?” Trucy asked meekly.

Apollo almost spit out his coffee. “M…my bracelet? I mean… Trucy, I’m not trying to upset you, but I barely ever take it off… is there any reason as to why you want me to?”

Trucy swallowed down a lump in her throat. “I… I wanna tell you something important. But I don’t want your ability to ruin what I have to say…”

Apollo sighed. “I mean, sure, I can take it off… but not for too long, okay? I get nervous when I’m not wearing it for a while.”

Trucy nodded as she watched Apollo struggle to slip off his bracelet. Apollo always forgot how his bracelet was meant to fit perfectly around his wrist, so it often was very hard to take off. Eventually, he managed to free his wrist from it, revealing a red, circular mark on his skin positioned where it was resting previously.

“Polly… your wrist!” Trucy gasped. “Is it supposed to look like that?”

Apollo laughed and scratched the back of his head. “Probably not, but I told you, I barely ever take it off… on top of that, the bracelet is meant to be a perfect fit around my wrist, but even perfect fits can leave painful imprints after a while… Hey, there’s probably a metaphor in that!”

Trucy stifled a chuckle as her eyes flitted around the room. Apollo took no notice of this.

“So what did you want to tell me?” Apollo asked.

“Well, I…” Trucy stammered. She started to pick at her nails a bit. “I um… you see…”

“Truce, are you alright?” Apollo asked. “You seem super nervous. You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“I know,” Trucy muttered. “I just… this is pretty big news. I guess I don’t really know how to get it across.”

Apollo smiled warmly. “Well, I can wait. Whenever you’re ready, go ahead.”

Trucy exhaled deeply.

“Polly?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m gay.”

Apollo sat upright. “You’re… you’re gay?”

Trucy nodded.

“Oh. Wow. Um, wow,” Apollo stammered, staring at her for a moment but then regaining his composure. “Wow, that’s uh… that’s totally cool, Truce! That’s super awesome for you. And um, I guess I have to confess something myself, then!”

Trucy looked up. “What is it?”

Apollo grinned and said, “I’m gay too! And uh, I also used to be a girl! I’m transgender!”

Trucy’s mouth hung open for a moment, before she closed it shut abruptly. “You’re… you’re gay too? And you’re trans?”

“Yup!” Apollo said proudly. “And just between us, old gay guy to young gay girl? I think it’s awesome that you’re confident enough to tell me this. I’m super duper proud of you.”

Trucy giggled. “Aw, thanks Polly! I’m proud of you too!”

“Not to pry or anything, and you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but… have you told Mr. Wright about it yet?” Apollo asked.

Trucy sighed. “No, I haven’t. You’re the first person I’ve told, actually.”

“Call me selfish but that makes me feel kinda special!” Apollo grinned.

Trucy playfully shoved Apollo from across the table. “This isn’t about you, Polly! Listen to me for a sec!”

Apollo stopped talking and slipped his bracelet back on, miming closing his lips shut with a zipper.

“I just… how did you come out to people?” Trucy asked. “How should I go about it, do you think? It’s a bit different when I tell you, because you’re technically my subordinate, but… how do I tell my dad? ”

Apollo sighed and leaned back in his seat. “I can’t really help here, because I never really came out to people. Either they weren’t active enough in my life for me to care to, or I felt like it was more my business than theirs, so I didn’t owe them an explanation on anything. Now that I think about it, you’re probably the only person who’s gotten a full admittal, honestly. Besides Clay, of course.”

Trucy raised an eyebrow. “So what, you’re saying that you have no clue? That isn’t very helpful, Polly.”

“No no no, that’s not what I’m saying,” Apollo chuckled. “I mean, I guess it is a bit, but… If anything, I’d say just come out to him like how you came out to me just now. It doesn’t have to be particularly special or different just because he’s your dad.”

“So like… coming out by just diving right in?” Trucy asked.

“Yeah, just diving right in!” Apollo repeated. 

“Alright then, let’s go!” Trucy said as she stood up.

With Apollo visibly confused, Trucy explained; “I wanna go back to the agency to tell my daddy!”

“Right now?” Apollo grumbled. “I haven’t finished my coffee yet.”

Trucy ended up grabbing Apollo by the arm and dragging him out of the coffee shop. 

~~~

The pair ran part of the way back to the agency until Apollo got a cramp and insisted that they walk the rest of the way. As they walked, Trucy recited what she was going to say and convinced Apollo to come out with her, to make it less nerve-wracking. After a couple of minutes of practicing with each other, the two finally arrived at the agency. They barged in and rushed into Phoenix’s office, causing him to jump in surprise.

“Trucy! Apollo!” Phoenix half-shouted. “You guys scared the living daylights outta me!”

Trucy giggled. “Sorry daddy, but we both have big news! Can you meet us in the main room? Like, right now?”

Phoenix looked confused but obeyed, standing up from his desk and following the pair into the main room. Phoenix plopped down on one of the couches, and Trucy and Apollo seated themselves on the couch across from him.

“Do you wanna tell him your news first, Polly?” Trucy asked. Apollo got the hint and nodded.

“Mr. Wright, I have to tell you something!” Apollo said confidently, trying to show Trucy that nothing was going to go wrong.

“I’m listening,” Phoenix said, clearly a bit unamused.

Apollo grinned and said, “Mr. Wright, I’m gay! And I’m a trans man!”

Phoenix didn’t react. “What else is new?”

Apollo covered his face with his hands. “Am I that obvious?”

Phoenix started to reply, but Trucy stopped him.

“Daddy, wait!" she cried. "I have a confession too!”

“What is it?” Phoenix asked.

Trucy took in a deep breath. Phoenix and Apollo were both looking at her now. It was her cue!

“Daddy, I’m…” Trucy stammered. “Daddy, I’m gay too!”

Phoenix was quiet for a moment, but then smiled and stood up, stepping over to the other couch and enveloping Trucy in a hug.

“I’m glad you told me that, sweetie,” Phoenix said softly. “And I’m glad that you’re comfortable enough around me to do so.”

“I kinda knew you wouldn’t be upset or anything, but I just didn’t want it to be awkward,” Trucy giggled.

They hugged each other tightly for a moment, Trucy clinging on to the back of Phoenix’s suit coat, up until Phoenix noticed that something was missing. Or, namely, some one.

“Aw, c’mere, kid,” Phoenix said as he grabbed Apollo and wrapped him into the hug. Apollo looked taken aback but smiled warmly, wrapping his arms around his two bosses.

Eventually, they broke away from their group hug, and Phoenix sat back down. “If we’re coming out to each other, then I have to come out as well,” Phoenix said slyly. “I’m bisexual. And I’m trans too.”

Trucy couldn’t help it, but her jaw dropped open. “How did I not know this?”

Phoenix chuckled. “Miles is practically my partner, Truce. If you haven’t been able to put two and two together, that’s more your fault than anything. Plus, you’ve seen me without a shirt on before, whenever we would go to the pool! What did you think those weird scars on my chest were from?”

“I always thought that someone tried to cut you with a knife, but they missed!” Trucy said. “I didn’t know it was from a surgery!”

“Well yes, I actually have been threatened with knives before,” Phoenix mumbled to himself. “But that’s not what those scars are! At least, not those specific ones.” Phoenix winked.

The trio shared a laugh and Trucy stood up.

“Daddy, where is everyone else?” Trucy asked.

“Still out on lunch break, I think,” Phoenix said. “Why?”

“Because I have to come out to all of them too!” Trucy beamed.

~~~

Over the next couple of days, Trucy came out to practically everyone she knew personally, with an influx of overwhelming support and love from everyone she told. She started to change her wardrobe, buying button pins and flannels, and even convincing Phoenix to change the colored confetti she used in her shows from blue and pink to different shades of orange, magenta, and white. Luckily, the only people in her crowds that noticed were the ones that were going to support her nonetheless. Not only that, but Trucy was also warmly welcomed into a large net of fellow lesbians within the agency and the Los Angeles prosecutor’s office. Needless to say, she ended up very happy with her decision to come out to so many people, and almost unsurprisingly, many of those who she came out to were queer as well. This connection and love inspired Trucy so much that she took it upon herself to plan for the prosecutors and the agency to go to Los Angeles Pride together when June rolled around.

And naturally, everyone went.

#fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic request #fic request #trucy wright #phoenix wright #apollo justice #ace attorney #trans apollo justice #trans phoenix wright #ao3

[vodrae]

One thing in my mind : Hagrid Red Hood.

Let me explain.

No, Jason won't deliver letters but.

One day he's really, tired, sad, angry, he's fighting Two-Face, mostly, he's supposed too, but he doesn't put as much heart in it that usual.

Harvey hit the front like a rocket ship, he's still got a weird way of caring about Bruce and his birds. After all, he'll always be his former best friend (boyfriend). And it's been 10 years since the first time he kidnapped Robin the Second. It was a really good bonding time.

"You're alright, kiddo ?"

And now, in the loosiest bar of Gotham, maybe the secret secret secret part of the Iceberg Lounge, you have Y/N. 5'2, not even old enough to drink what she sells, in front of those scary and scarred men.

Is that Jason Todd ? The resurrected child of Bruce Wayne ? Why is he here ? How did he get so many scars on his face ? It never shown on the close up photos of gala before. WHY IS HE IN RED HOOD'S OUTFIT ? She's not paid enough to investigate.

Maybe she could speak to him about her scholarship ?

So, what 6'5 230 pounds buddies want ?

"I'll take a pina colada and a lemonade for the little one."

End of the discussion without debate.

Of all your very special guests the two sweetest were those two intimidating more scares tissues than men fridge of a man. And never you tought seeing Red Hood apologize to give you work. He's four times your size ?

"If you have the time, you really don't have to, I don't want to bother you, but if you do, I promise i'll tip, I mean, i'll do it whatever you do but-"

He just wanted a refilled of snacks.

At the end of her shift Y/N could afford her scholarship, the scholarship of her family on 4 generations and probaby buy Drake manor.

#batman #batfamily #batfam #jason todd #red hood #harvey dent #two face #bruce wayne #bruharvey #twobats

[gabrielsbubblegumbitch]

9 Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better:

Tagged by @darkandstormyranger

3 Ships You Like: VoxVal (duh. obv. my whole personality.), Stolitz (god please let them figure their shit out), BlackBonnet (*wild non-helleverse ship appearance*)

First Ship Ever: Stonyyyy (if it's blue oni x red oni, there's 90% chance it will own my ass). It was god's year 2012 I when discovered that Old Men Yaoi exists and I have loved it ever since.

Last Song You Heard: "Thrill of first love" from Falsettos

Favourite Childhood Book: The Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare. I still buy her books but they remain unread sksksk

Currently Reading: "The Dragon Republic" but by "currently" I mean "I stopped in December because I have to read a shittone of academic papers"

Currently watching: the guy on youtube that explains Structural Equation Modeling

Currently consuming: OSHEE VITAMIN LEMONADE

Currently craving: Hazbin Hotel s2 or at least some nuggets of canon content (plz amazon drop anothe Q&A i know it makes u money)

tagging: @roseofengland467 @iputthebooinboobs @rubixpsyche @idzymi @flynnarts @vampresst @purrpleowl @chapal-patate-chaparu @75-legendz

#private

[bungoustraypups]

i want to ramble about ship Things from my BSD next gen canon-divergent universe, bungou stray pups-verse, but i can't decide what to ship ramble about first without being entirely predictable so i'm letting you guys choose!

send me an ask with one or more ships from the list below, OR with one or more numbers 1 - 34 (if you wanna be random about it) and i'll answer it with a handful of bullet points of trivia about them and the family they end up having! if a ship gets sent more than once, that's fine, i'll just use different trivia points each time (trust me there's a lot lmao)

Atsushi Nakajima/Ryuunosuke Akutagawa (Beast Beneath the Moonlight & Rashoumon)

Doppo Kunikida/Katai Tayama (The Matchless Poet & Futon)

Chuuya Nakahara/Osamu Dazai (Upon the Tainted Sorrow & No Longer Human)

Kyouka Izumi/Kenji Miyazawa/Q Kyuusaku Yumeno (Demon Snow, Undefeated by the Rain & Dogra Magra)

Ranpo Edogawa/Edgar Allan Poe (Super Deduction & Black Cat in the Rue Morgue)

Akiko Yosano/Kouyou Ozaki/Kirako Haruno (Thou Shalt Not Die & Golden Demon)

Junichirou Tanizaki/Michizou Tachihara (Light Snow & Midwinter Memento)

Motojirou Kajii/Shoufu Muramatsu [OC] (Lemonade & Demon City)

Yukichi Fukuzawa/Ougai Mori (All Men Are Equal & Vita Sexualis)

Sakunosuke Oda/Ango Sakaguchi (Flawless & Discourse on Decadence)

Gin Akutagawa/Ichiyou Higuchi (No abilities)

Naomi Tanizaki/Charlotte Lennox [OC] (Adventures of Arabella)

Arthur Rimbaud/Paul Verlaine (Illuminations & The Spiritual Hunt)

Flags Polycule (All 5 of the Flags)

Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald/Zelda Fitzgerald (The Great Fitzgerald)

John Steinbeck/Howard Phillips Lovecraft (The Grapes of Wrath & Great Old One)

Nathaniel Hawthorne/Margaret Mitchell (The Scarlet Letter & Gone with the Wind)

Mark Twain/Lucy Maud Montgomery (Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer & Anne of Abyssal Red)

Louisa May Alcott/Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings [OC]/William Howard Armstrong [OC] (Little Women, The Yearling, & Sounder)

Fyodor Dostoevsky/Ivan Goncharov (Crime and Punishment & The Precipice)

Sigma/Nikolai Gogol (The Overcoat)

Mushitarou Oguri/Yokomizo(†) (The Perfect Crime)

Saigiku Jouno/Tecchou Suehiro (Priceless Tears & Plum Blossoms in Snow)

Teruko Okura/Adalcinda Magno Camarão Luxardo (AKA Meursault Catgirl) (Gasp of the Soul & Clairvoyants)

Tatsuhiko Shibusawa/Bram Stoker (Draconia/Dracula)

André Gide/Jean-Jacques Rousseau [OC] (Strait is the Gate & Julie)

Ryuurou Hirotsu/Herman Melville (Falling Camellia & Moby Dick)

Agatha Christie/Yuan (And Then There Were None)

Adam Frankenstein/Shirase (No abilities)

Ace/Junji Ito [OC] (The Madness of the Jewel King & Black Paradox)

Karma/Ryougo Narita [OC] (Baccano!)

Langston Hughes [OC]/E.E. Cummings [OC] (I Too & i carry your heart with me)

Soseki Natsume/James Baldwin [OC] (I am a cat & Giovanni's Room)

Santoka Taneda/Seisensui (Tokichi) Ogiwara [OC] (Hail in the Begging Bowl & Choryu)

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd au #bsd aus #bsp #bspverse #cio.org #cio.txt #ask meme #inbox meme #prompt #ask game #inbox game

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

Look at Me, part 8

Sanji x Reader (eventual), slow burn

Warning: slow burn, pining, drinking, eventual smut in later chapters. 18&older.

a/n: Comment below if you want to be tagged in this series.

Summary:  After joining the Straw Hats after leaving Fish-Man island, reader is using the time between islands to get to know her new crewmates. Well, except for one. Sanji’s fawning and cooing over the opposite sex drives reader crazy - how can she get him to see past her looks? And does she even want him to notice her?

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The ship was pleasantly quiet – everyone was doing their own thing, scattered in various parts of the vessel. The waves were calm and collective, and a slight breeze cooled the warmth of your skin as you stared up at the sky. You were lounging on the grass, eyes heavily with sleep – Zoro had been training you hard and for longer periods of time. He finally had given you a day off, so all your body wanted to do was relax. After leaving the last island and receiving the necklace from Sanji, the two of you had grown closer over the few weeks since then. Neither of you mentioned the arranged marriage to the other crew members – it was kept your little secret for the time being. It just didn’t seem like important information, but mostly, you just didn’t want to answer the questions – which you knew there would be plenty. It felt strange, to have a connection to Sanji and even stranger that he was now showing more of his true self to you. He was still his attentive self when it came to the ladies, but with you, he never took it too far.

“Mind some company?”

Your eyes opened to see Sanji standing over you, two glasses of lemonade in hand. Your throat clenched at the drink, and you sat up, patting the spot on the grass next to you. He took his seat and handed over a glass, placing his down to light a smoke. Neither of you said a word, but you knew what was coming – the two of you had developed a game, a what could of, would have been game.

“So, what sort of dress would you haven worn?”

“Oh, god, a ghastly one, no doubt.”

Sanji laughed. “That bad, huh?”

You took a sip of the lemonade and made a slight face, Sanji grinned. “Too sweet?

“Yeah,” you hummed, wiping a bit of drink off your chin. Putting the glass down, you leaned back on your elbows and thought of the wedding dress your mother had presented to you on your fifteenth birthday – it was a violently white gown with full laced length sleeves and a train that went nearly six feet behind you. “It was just terrible, I looked like…well, a child dressed in her mother’s gown. I will admit something though…”

Intrigued, Sanji asked what.

“My mother had given me her crown from her wedding to my father – it was a beautiful family heirloom. The point of the crown came up six inches from my head, it was over the top and ridiculous, but I loved it.”

You stared up at your companion, his blond hair fell over his left eye; his face features were soft and cigarette laxed in-between in his lips. He looked handsomely boyish, and it almost made you blush, but you just looked away. “…. I take it you didn’t get to keep the crown.” You snorted. “Please, if I had that crown, I’d wear it every damn day on this ship.”

The two of you laughed at the thought and when you reached for the drink, to give it a second chance, the ship rocked violently. Sanji lost his balance and fell on top of you, his body crushing against yours. He seized in shock, his elbows landed on the sides of your face; his cheeks turned red, and your eyes widen when Franky hollered from the upper deck.

“You two good?”

Your heart pounded away as Sanji scrambled to get off you, apologizing profusely as he helped you up. Unable to look him directly in the eye, you brushed his apologize off and stared down at your wet shirt. “I better go change; I feel sticky.” Sanji’s face turned even redder and this time you held back a laugh, glad he was more flustered than you. Leaving him to fume, you rushed to your living quarters and found Robin on her bed, reading. She eyed your shirt and watched as you rummaged through your closet for something to change into.

“What happened to you?”

“The ship rocked, Sanji fell on me – lemonade got everywhere,” you muttered, grabbing a long sleeve shirt off its hanger. She said nothing and continued to read as you changed, only looking back at you when you plopped on your bed. “I have a problem, Robin. A really stupid problem.” “Do tell,” she urged, closing her book to give her full attention. “It’s about the Sanji, isn’t it?”

Your practically screamed into your pillow and she giggled. “I knew it – you have feelings for him. I’ve noticed how close the two of you have become.”

“I don’t have feelings for Sanji,” you assured her. “I just…he’s so charming and such a ladies’ man. How can anyone before sure a man like that is sincere? I mean, look at Zoro – at least he’s upfront about who he is…”

“Apples and oranges,” Robin hummed, eyes flickering back to the book in her hand. Not wanting to bother her or yourself anymore with the issue, you excused yourself and left the cabin. The ship had steadied out and you decided to head back up to the deck, maybe nap on the grass or see if Franky needed help. Instead, when you ventured to the deck, Zoro caught you by the elbow and asked if you wanted to do some sparring.

“Do I have too?”

He grinned wickedly but before he could drag you towards the bird nest, Sanji appeared at your side, eyes fuming. “Get your hands off her, you idiot. I need her help in the kitchen.”

“…sissy,” Zoro hissed at the cook before giving you a nod. “Tomorrow then.”

Saluting him, you followed Sanji to the kitchen and asked what he needed. He smirked and said nothing. “Dinner is about ready, just didn’t want Mosshead taking up all your time.” Rolling your eyes, you asked if you could at least set the table and Sanji agreed, pointing to the clean pile of dishes on the counter. He watched, eyes on the necklace dangling against your chest and he held back a smile. “Want an ale?” “God, yes,” you grinned, placing down enough plates and utensils for everyone; Luffy got the biggest plate, it gave him more time to eat while the others got their food in before he demanded seconds. It took all but three minutes to set the table, enough time for Sanji to set a cooled ale down on the counter – where you enjoyed it while he took out the fish he had cooked. The pan, searing and delicious smelling, made your stomach croak and the cook laughed. He quickly pulled out a biscuit from under the cloth that was keeping the dozens warm and presented it to you with a friendly smile. Your fingers touched his as you took it and the two of you looked away, you pretending to be invested in the bread and Sanji humming as he walked the pan of fish to the table.

“I need to tell you something.”

You turned to look at him, watching as he carefully placed the pan down. He placed a hand on one of the chairs and sighed. “I haven’t had contact with my family since I left home as a child but being a part of Luffy’s crew has many perks.”

“Okay…”

Sanji took out a smoke and lit it, he exhaled. “I was able to get information about your sisters – Violet and Zora.”

The entire kitchen spun as Sanji explained that that neither of them had been married into his family, and that the two alliances had depleted after your running away. Violet was happily married with a child now and lived in a different country, while Zora had become a bit more notorious. “She’s giving your parents hell, from what I was told.”

You laughed then through tears, wiping away the wetness from your cheeks. “Of course, she is, Zora had always been worse than me. I can’t…I can’t believe my baby Violet is a mother…”

The thought wasn’t completely unlikely – Violet had been three years younger than you but had been the most maternal sister. Constantly making sure everyone was alright and dressed properly, she was the most delicate and beautiful one. You wondered how the baby looked and you asked Sanji if the baby was a boy or girl.

He apologized and shook his head. “I’m sorry that information wasn’t relayed to me. I just got word back today, I was going to tell you earlier but…”

“…right, right,” you nodded, wiping tears from your face. Your heart felt full in that moment, knowing your sisters were doing well for themselves and hadn’t been punished for your endeavors. This information was precious to you and if it hadn’t been for Sanji… Your eyes moved to him – he stood next to the table with a cigarette in his mouth, hands now tucked into the pockets of his black slacks. He didn’t have to seek out information, especially when he wanted nothing to do with his family and his past, but he did it anyways. For you.

This man that you despised not so long ago.

Now he stood there like a humble servant, eager to please you.

Unable to form words of gratitude, because there were no words to even describe how thankful you were, you moved to him without thinking. He watched nervously as you plucked the smoke out of his lips, holding it between your fingers as your other arm slipped up and around his neck. He stood frozen until your lips touched his and then his hands went to your waist, he pulled your body into his and kissed you back. Your toes felt warm, heat rose up your body as his hands came up to your face; he held you gingerly, his mouth moving against yours until the sound of Luffy shouting for the cook and the burning sensation on your fingers from the cigarette tore the two of you apart. You pushed him away, breathless and he laughed just as Luffy and Usopp barged into the kitchen. He scratched the back of his neck when you passed him the smoke and turned to your captain, telling him to take a seat.

“Dinner is ready,” you said, throat dried.

Sanji walked over to the counter, tossed the smoke into the sink, and picked up your discarded beer. You sat down at the table, and he placed the drink in front of you, looking up at him, you thanked him. His face softened as the rest of the crew piled in, everyone taking their seats and when he argued with Zoro, who tried to sit next to you, you held back a smile when the swordsman scooted over. The seat next to you was cleared until everyone was served and settled, then as the conversations began and the kitchen filled with the familiar noise of family, Sanji took his place next to you. His arm brushed up against yours and when he asked how the fish was, you just smiled. “It’s delicious, Sanji.”

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[hungriestheidi]

IX. building a house + geochalex (maybe the same universe of the lemon tree one 🥹)

(send me a prompt + a ship and i'll write a little fic for you ;))

oh, you just know i'm weak for lemon tree geochalex

When Charles turned twenty three, he told George about the idea of leaving his home.

"Did something happen with your family?" he asked, twisting on the bed until was looking at him. Charles was sitting on the wooden floorboards, back against a sturdy dresser.

"No," Charles took a deep breath, head falling back with a loud thudding sound. "I just, it's hard to explain-" he made a gesture, pointer finger wading through the air, drawing a triangular shape, "this.”

George nodded. “Ah, yeah, yeah.”

Alex agreed that it was a good idea, an arm thrown over his shoulders as they watched a movie, Saturday night in George’s empty living room. He had four siblings, the oldest of the bunch was two years younger than him. They all could use the extra housing space. 

Charles didn't really mean to rope them into this, a hardware store at 4pm on a saturday, with a long list of items they managed to get from Seb, the one guy every queer person in this city goes to when they need some help with manual work. He had volunteered to help them with the process, but George had ripped the paper out of his hand with a giggle saying they were more than capable of fixing a property with just a bit of tear and wear.

They had to rewire the entire place, the old electrical system was fried and fucked, and Alex had been his dad’s most studious mechanical apprentice but that and high voltage shit were very different. So George and Charles had to stand guard, with rubber in their hands like that could stop Alex from frying. Luckily, there was something of a good luck charm in their hands that day, because when they flipped the living room switch, the room lit up without a single light short circuiting. They celebrated it on the floor of their porch, drinking shitty beer and eating frozen pizza. It was a night to remember. 

When they first started to paint, George had no idea what a thinner was. By the end of the fifth consecutive day laying light beige on the walls, he still had no clue but worked diligently alongside Charles, who worked an entire summer painting fences in the nearby farms.  

George was good at making furniture, they discovered by accident. He had a great hand for carpentry and Alex made a joke about it, telling George he should be scared of someone coming to try and crucify him. George had taken hold of the cross hanging from his silver necklace and said with big eyes wet and pleading, ‘don’t say that again’. Alex apologised by kissing his forehead and making him some orange juice. 

Once upon a time, when Charles was twenty three, he had told George and Alex he wanted to move out of his home. At twenty five and a half, he watched Alex put the first pot of water to boil over the fire of a second hand stove they bought through a Facebook group. He promised some chicken masala for dinner, but now they were on a rush for lunch, George started his new job at 2pm and Charles had a doctor’s appointment at 2:45pm, so he made pasta with some premade sauce. 

Looking around, the small round table with a yellow tablecloth, the shredded cheese making rounds from one plate to the next, the smell of homemade food, the saccharine scent of lemonade juice on their slim glasses, Charles felt a contentment he hadn’t felt in quite some time. 

“We could plant a lemon tree in the backyard,” he said after taking a swig of juice. George looked up from his plate and nodded. 

“Hope we don’t kill it,” Alex said but he agreed, an easy smile stained with red sauce. 

“I love you,” Charles muttered, two hands reached under the table to squeeze his thighs and he laughed because it tickled. It is home, after all.

#lourdes tag #myfic #fic asks #geochalex #im actually falling in love with this verse help

[artandwritingdump]

I ship bebe with everyone so Kenny, Tolkien, Kyle, Stan, Nichole, Cartman, Wendy, Heidi, Jimmy, Rebecca, Red and even fucking David Rodriguez having a massive fight over her while she just sips lemonade and watches is just extremely funny to me