#358 nights

[complicatedandstained]

8/13 WIP snippet

Because I have promised myself to try and stick to only one fanfic WIP at a time this year, I'm not working on anything akuroku at the moment *BUT* I was home sick today, so in honor of 8/13, I wrote a rough draft of their next scene for the next chapter of my pirate fic, The Poker Night That Never Was:

silent treatment

Jim Hawkins, the bartender, is momentarily torn between gaping, fish-mouthed at the magic wielder in front of him and cleaning up the splintered glass and pooling burgundy wine at his feet. Practicality wins out, with a pained grunt, as the dry liquid wafts up to his nose and begins to soak into the crack of the sole of his overworn boot. 

Roxas lets out a sigh of relief and sets his forehead on the cool, if questionably cleanly, polished yet scuffed countertop of the long bar, his hat flopping behind him. 

“Hey.” Axel automatically reaches to adjust it over his head, and pats the base with long, drumming fingers, “There, there, buddy. Crisis averted. You’ve dealt with bigger, scarier baddies than that sack,” brows arch as tone lilts, “right?” 

Roxas’ shoulders lift, and the hat slumps forward in a nod. 

“Atta boy.” Axel nudges Roxas’ shoulder with one hand and raises his tankard, which continues to dribble out the side as it is still a little too full for such enthusiastic maneuvers.

Roxas lifts his head, quirks his brows, and grimaces, but raises his head and his glass in return. He’s been to enough poker nights to understand the basic custom of clinking beverages together, if not the reasoning behind it.

Luxord had tried to explain that it had to do with good will and luck, and Roxas’ reply that Saix says hard work is the only real luck in the worlds went unappreciated, both by Luxord, and by Axel who told him if that were true Saix would smile more. 

After their drinks are set down, Roxas’ arm is nudged again by Axel who is craning his neck to survey the room more thoroughly, cat eyes narrowed and focused. 

“Speaking of bigger and badder,” he turns around on his stool entirely, perched backwards and Roxas follows suit, “you see the rest of the crew skulking about anywhere?” 

“Nuh-uh.”

They hop off the stools entirely, sloshing drinks in hand, and begin to make a loop about the tavern, poking their heads into corners and crowded backrooms. 

Roxas sees a fresh brawl by the dart boards, a being with iridescent scales along his cheeks he is almost certain is part fish, and the massive pirate he had bumped into earlier carrying three massive trays mounted with baskets of beer bread from out of the kitchen.

But nowhere amidst the cramped tables and raucous, bumping crowds does he see familiar faces or shadowy black coats. 

“Nobody,” Roxas murmurs to himself. “Literally.” 

“Yeah, you can say that again.”

Roxas clasps his hand over his mouth and shakes his head. 

Axel gives a tired, but not unamused sigh. “Oh we’re not really playing that game, are we? You barely speak much as it is.”

Roxas plants his feet purposefully and gives a more adamant nod, but Axel is already looking around again for their coworkers. 

“Feeling kinda stood up.” Axel glances to Roxas again pulling him out of the way of a rogue, swooping parrot, and closer to his side. “We can’t have gotten here that late, and we can’t have gotten here first. Maybe they had to change the locale and we missed the memo. Maybe Saix finally busted ‘em. Tragic really. Of course if he busted them, our asses our busted too.” 

Roxas quirks a brow, and shifts his hand, drawing soft, cold whirls of darkness around his glove, the beginnings of a portal.   

Axel sees what he intends and gently bats his hand down, lip pulling into a smirk. “Yeah, we could RTC or check another world… But I mean, we’re already here. And we can tell Luxord we tried… not really our fault things didn’t go to plan. And Saix would be growling at us either way, and honestly, when isn’t he? I think we should make the most of it.”

Roxas frowns, arms crossing. Saix already runs him ragged with missions and bonus missions and simulation sessions to understand how he could have achieved perfection had he just tried a little harder. 

“Aw c’mon. Think of it as bonus time off. We deserve a night out, don’t we? I thought you liked it here with all the riff raff. I’m betting here we can get away with all sorts of things we couldn’t back at the castle. Unless you don’t think you can handle it?” 

Roxas looks around. Axel had only just said this place wasn’t safe. Not that Roxas can’t handle that, but why would Axel choose something dangerous over sleep? Axel loves sleep. 

“C’mon. I’ve got your back, partner. And don’t tell Luxord I said this, but there are far more interesting things to do around here than play cards.”     

Roxas considers for a moment, but not a long one. He wants to see more of this colorful lively world than Luxord’s dull, smoky poker tables. Roxas points to the dart boards and then summons a stroke of lightning into his palm. 

“Whoa, Zeus. Be careful where you’re summoning that stuff. Yeah, Larxene did used to love annihilating people at darts and knife throwing. Tell you what, little zombie. I’ll make you a bet. If I can beat you at darts, you have to talk to me again.” 

Roxas pouts, brows furrowing. Yeah, Axel has good aim with his chakram, but Roxas has been getting stronger everyday. He hadn’t been planning on giving Axel the silent treatment all night but it would be fun to have a chance to show him up, and he likes Axel trying to persuade him to talk like he had back in his first days on the clocktower, but maybe with more kissing this time.

Roxas laughs and nods, reaching out to shake Axel’s hand. “You’re on.” His brow furrows with determination, and then he frowns again, hand dropping off limply. “That didn’t count.”

#akuroku #kingdom hearts #axel #roxas #potc #pirates #the poker night that never was #358 nights #my writing #wip #silent treatment #akuroku week #akuroku week 2022

[twitterinsider]

Girls night

#kingdom hearts #kh 358/2 days #kingdom hearts 358/2 days #girls night

[companionsofusall]

#tuc #tuc2 #tuc 2 #tuc ii #cody walsh #the unsleeping city 2 #the unsleeping city #night angel #the night angel #d20 #dimension 20 #i could 100% see cody walsh having a keyblade in his room #if hes on the kh hype train 100% its 358(?)/2 days that is his favorite #but also its so funny for him to be legit being like INTO kingdom hearts in a big way its so funnyyyyy #in any case he is on every kingdom hearts forum 100% for good or for ill and has had to be blocked. multiple times #will be shocked if people answer this stupid question sksjckajsjakzjskk

[psidrako3]

BEHOLD:

MY BEDROCK SKINS

Far Left: My ingame Persona

Left: (Advanments/Achivments) Skin

Center: Steve-Xehanort (Kingdom Hearts Lol)

Right: My rendition of Michel Afton (FNaF Lol)

Far Right: Alternate ingame Persona [Incomplete]

#minecraft #minecraft bedrock #steve #xehanort #michael afton #kingdom hearts #re:chain of memories #dream drop distance #358/2 days #five nights at freddy's #fivenightsatfreddysfanart #fnaf michael afton #Fnaf #Stevenort #Steve-Xehanort

[leliesblou]

I finished listening to Wolf 359 last night and I'm still processing it. Does anyone have any fic recs (especially about Minkowski, Hera and Eiffel post-canon, or any other good post-canon fics)? Or any recs for good meta about the show?

#i read through a part of the meta tag last night and I'll reblog those now but would love to read more #wolf 358

[teamdays]

Incredibly obsessed with myself for being able to just dump out whatever my silly brain thinks about kh in a thread on twt and then accidentally becoming enlightened and making a connection that either everyone has already made or that nobody else has ever fathomed before. After like a year of not doing that

#you know that part in kh games where you the protagonist have to fight a supposed ‘good guy’ in a big city late at night #and although you’re supposedly doing a good thing (trying to bring back xion/trying to get home) #if/when you lose to him he traps you in something (computer simulation/weird crystal) and his justification is that he has to ‘save sora’ #sorry this probably sounds incomprehensible even to kh fans I was thinking about riku’s role in 358/2 #and thought about how similar yozoras design is to kh3 riku’s and was like hey wait a second

[espressovis]

Please sir , don’t look at me like that or I’m gonna fall all over again 😍

#pls why is he so hot #makes me go weak in the knees #in other news I’m glad he still have some small scars around his eyes #i guess that’s what’s makes him shigaraki #i guess I’m gonna spend all night looking at this panel of him #but that okay #i can’t get over how beautiful he’s #that’s the only word that can describe shigaraki tomura rn #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura my beloved #mha 358 #bnha spoilers #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

[dieabadass]

Oh the horror

#datenight #fright night #ghoulgirl #werefuckeditsfine #358

[kagehisanotsu]

Also it's been said before but shoutout to kingdom hearts for being a series about the powers of friendship that like wholly ignores romantic love. Yes yes sokai is probably meant to be read as romantic and theres a decent amount of evidence for gay ships but like. I cant think of a single non-Disney character that even mentions romantic love, let alone any concrete pairings for the original characters. There is so much undying devotion and none of it is necessarily romantic. I'm so tempted to just look up that part of 358/2 (which I've not played) where roxas learns about love from xaldin hating it bcos like. In most media, an inhuman character learning about romantic love is like a huge turning point where they become more human for feeling it but from the way I've heard that part of the game be described, it's like just a sidenote, and absolutely incomparable to what having friends does for him. I'm sure there's plenty to criticise from an aplatonic amatopunk perspective but like. Refreshing innit. *hits every single character at once with my aromantic beam*

#oh also btw whenever u see me waxing poetic abt kh pls remember that i dont know what im talking abt #its just that i finished kh1 last night n im relistening to the podcast i like #im on the 358 episode and its :(

[straylightdream]

8:13pm

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭: lee minho x f.reader

established relationship

↳ after a nightmare wakes you up your husband comforts you.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 358

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none

𝐚𝐧: the Minho brain rot is real. I needed to write something short to get passed being a sad girl today.

Sitting on the couch in your living room your hands held a hot cup of chamomile that’s in your favorite lavender mug. A nightmare had woken you up, and it had been over an hour and you were nowhere near falling asleep again. You had turned on one of your favorite movies and were comfortably sitting on the couch. You were hoping to relax and finally be able to fall back asleep.

The sound of footsteps caused you to look up and find your husband walking towards you. A yawn passed his lips as walked over and sat next to you on the couch.

“Pretty, why are you awake at four in the morning?” he asked.

“I had a nightmare and couldn’t fall back to sleep,” you say before taking another sip of your tea.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” he asked.

Shrugging your shoulders you took another sip of your hot tea. You knew he had a busy day ahead of him and needed all the sleep he could get. You didn’t need to disturb him because you had a nightmare.

“Finish that tea and come back to bed with me,” he reached over and rested his hand on your knee. You smile at him as he gently squeezed your knee.

“Okay,” you whisper before taking the final few sips of your tea.

Minho stood up, turned the tv off and reached over to take the cup from you. He walked into your small kitchen and placed the cup in the sink. Walking back over to you he took your hand in his and led you back into your bedroom.

Laying in bed he pulled your soft body close to his. He couldn’t seem to get your body close enough to his. With your head resting on his chest, he pressed his lips to your temple and whispered he loved you.

This reminded you of all the nights in the early stages of your marriage when nightmares would keep Minho awake, and you would be the one holding him while he tried to sleep. Now here he was holding you telling you that everything was okay.

#stray kids #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagine #Lee know #Lee know fluff #Lee know imahine #Lee know x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids insert reader #stray kids x you #lee know insert reader #Lee know x you #my love #timestamp

[luvvsoft]

ᰔᩚ fushiguro megumi x reader, angst, manga spoilers!!!! (chapter 212), violence, death, goryish, established relationship, hurt with no comfort

word count: 358

Megumi gave you one last look before he was gone. Before his body fell victim to Sukuna’s overpowering one.

The glance in his eyes told you all you needed to know: he wanted you to run. Run like you never had before, as if you were Itadori but better.

You saw the changes that came next. The black lines starting to cover the body you cradled in your arms at night, the two eyes forming at the bottom of the eyes that looked at you with love, the lips you kissed softly curling into a deep cruel smirk. The most prominent was the voice change; it was raspier, deeper, no longer the voice that whispered “I love yous” when he thought you weren’t listening.

Megumi was gone. Gone to the one you all hated above anything: Sukuna.

Itadori could only stare in fear at what had transpired. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was supposed to stay as Sukuna’s vessel and die with him. It was the pink haired boy’s burden alone, not Megumi’s, yet he had no say in what had happened.

“Megumi?” you whispered out, not willing to believe what had unfolded in front of your very eyes.

Megumi, or rather, Sukuna didn’t bother to dignify you with an answer, and instead went straight for you after Itadori.

His hand curled around your neck, tightening its grip as you fought against it. His sharp nails digged into your throat, drawing blood.

It was a heartbreakingly bloody scene to watch as you tried to break Sukuna’s hand away, knowing you wouldn’t do anything to hurt Megumi, even if it wasn’t him anymore.

“I love you, Megumi,” were your last words before he tore your throat out and dropped your frail body like it was nothing.

He knew he’d crush the boy’s spirit by going after you, killing you with his own hands, and watching as you took your last breath while he could do nothing, but let you slip through the cracks of his hands.

If Sukuna were to look deep inside him, he would be able to hear the black haired boy’s soft hidden cries.

#im so sorry for this i cried #the angst potential this scene had #megumi fushiguro #jjk angst #x reader #x reader angst #jjk x reader #angst #jujutsu kaisen #megumi x reader #jjk megumi #jujutsu kaisen megumi #megumi angst #megumi fushiguro x reader #jjk x reader angst

[seshatsdomain]

Way of the Water

Pairing: Namor x Black Fem Reader

Wordcount: 358

Warnings: SOFTDARK!Namor. Stalking. Creepy Staring. Mentions of sadness.  Minimal editing. 18+. 

A/N:I love Namor. And this is just the start!

Banner by @maysdigitalarts

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

The water speaks to him, its way gentle and  soothing. 

The first time you dipped your toes in his ocean he felt you. Different than the Wakandas. Foreign. Intriguing. 

Namor wasn’t expecting to find such a pretty little thing carefully stepping into the waves. He wasn’t expecting the sight of you to stick with him. To haunt him.

You’re sad. That much he can tell from the  curve of your shoulders, hunched inward your head bowed as you rustle your pants down your legs. Gentle waves lap against the sandy shore of the beach. Your feet leave impressions in the wet sand that he somehow finds just as intriguing as the sight of your body. 

You only come here when you’re hurting. 

The moonlight reflects off your skin as you tug your shirt over your head. You shiver as the cool night air wraps around you. 

His eyes track your fingers as they trail up your arms. His gaze narrows as you push the straps of your bra off your shoulders, your hands pulling the garment around your waist and  swiveling it around to unhook it in the front. 

Namor sinks further into the sea, his head bobbing just above the surface. Usually your nightly swim consists of you in swimwear, a one piece or if he’s lucky a bikini that leaves little to the imagination. 

But never naked. Until now. 

Now he watches the way your fingers skim over the flesh of your thighs, pushing down your panties. 

Your hands reach to the sky as you lengthen your body in a stretch. Your chest pushing against the air, nipples thick and hard.

His cock twitches at the sight of them. 

You saunter into the water. Your hips swaying with every step. It’s hypnotizing the way your body moves, it captures him. And when your body enters the water. Enters his sea. He can’t help but grasp himself. 

I’ll have you. He thinks. 

He watches as you submerge yourself in the sea. You pop back up to the surface not a second later, wet curls trailing down your back.

He’ll have you. 

But not yet. The ocean whispers.

#namor x black reader #namor x reader #mcu namor #namor #namor x y/n #namor x black!reader

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#358

“Yes you.  Come here.  Are you a faggot?  Don’t pretend to look shocked.  You’ve been following me and my best bud around this street fair all night.  It’s pretty bad when even he notices it; he’s so blind to all this shit.  He’s so straight, but I encounter it all the time.  Being six foot four, blonde, blue eyed, built, and packing nearly nine inches, I get fag eyes on me all the time.  And I know you seen my dick, after you followed me into that public toilet.  I’m looking for an ass to fuck, so let me ask you again, are you a faggot?...

“I didn’t want to know if you are gay.  I don’t want a gay boy.  I want a faggot.  I want two holes that want to service me and my cock.  One that craves to be humiliated and degraded, and one that views the men it serves as naturally superior, which I am.  One that knows it will probably get roughed up, and it considers it worth it in order to get the man’s load in its cunt.  A faggot prefers the pronoun ‘it’, because it knows it’s not a real man, and it knows that it is viewed as an object for the man’s enjoyment.

“I would ask if what I describe is you, but the tent—the rather small tent at that—in your sweatpants tells me everything.  Let’s go.  My motel is around the corner.

“My bud is going to be watching.  He’s known about my roughing up faggots for years.  This is the first time he’s shown any interest in watching.  I keep telling him to get a faggot like you on the side.  I doubt that he’ll join in.  But I think with us being out of state, our girlfriends are a thousand miles away.  So, he may be open to try new things.

“You drink piss?  Good.  I would have dumped you here if you hadn’t.  I have to take a wicked piss.  You cleaned out?  Normally I wouldn’t care, my cock would go in your mouth for cleaning in any condition.  But I don’t want to freak him out.

“Unless I tell you otherwise, your focus is solely on me.  When we get inside strip and get on your knees and kiss my feet….  You’ve done this before, right?... Figured.  Look at me….  That’s to keep you focused.  I love face slapping faggots.  And thank me for everyone I give tonight.

“Here we are, room nine.  Get in there.

“Hey I told you that I would get this fag back here in less than ten minutes.  They are so fucking easy to pick up….  It’s so hungry, it’s already stripping.  No flowers, no wine, no expensive dinner, no forced complements, and no goddammed snuggles while having a leaking boner in hopes that you get some pussy later.  Hell, we haven’t even exchanged names.  It knows to answer to ‘Faggot’ or ‘Cunt,’ and it will address us as ‘Sir.’  The faggot knows it is here solely for cock.  Its will never deny access to its cunt. 

“Hand me that empty Big Gulp cup.  I have to take a wicked piss. 

“Faggot hold the cup under my dickhead.  I want him to see the piss filling it up.  Don’t worry, you’ll be drinking it soon.  Oh man, did I need this.  He’s seen enough.  Take my cock in your mouth and drink the rest of it from the tap.  Fag, like that.  I got me a good piss drinker.  Put the cup on the floor.  When I tell you to pull off, I want you to drink the rest in the cup.

“See how easy it is?  Blowjobs are nothing to get.  You know how you were complaining about Lisa only sucking on your dickhead if and when she ever decides to grant you one.  Fags like this one love it.  They will take it down the throat.  If they struggle, you just jam it down their throat. 

“Toilet fag, pull off.  Drink the rest from the cup.  Chug it down.  There you go!  Now get me hard.

“Hey, I see you rubbing your bulge.  Go ahead and take it out.  I’ve seen your dick before.  No one will know.  Fag boy here won’t tell.  Go on….  There you go.  And if you want to use the faggot’s holes just let me know.  Hell, just shove it in.  It’s not like it has a say.

“If it balks, make it regret it.  Beat it.  That’s what it deserves.  I’ve beat faggots.  Usually it’s my belt.  Sometimes my bare hand.  Like this….

“Pull off Fag…. 

“Like that….  And it even thanked me for the face slap.  It craves this type of treatment. 

“Faggot, get up and turn around.  I want that a piece of that cunt. 

I normally will lock up the fag’s pecker in one of these pecker cages.  It’s this device that I saw in this dominatrix film, that goes around the pecker so the fag can’t jack off or fuck anything.  So if you are worried about the fag poking you, it can’t.  Hell, if we were back home, this faggot’s pecker would be tightly locked inside one of those things.  And I would leave it on as I kicked it out.  I mean, I’d do it if I wanted it to come back to take care of my needs.  They can’t even jack off until I unlock it on a later visit.  Best part?  It always comes back extra horny, extra willing to do what I want.  Oh man, its cunt is so silky smooth.  You really need to tap this.

“Fag, grab one of his boots from the floor.  Start licking it.  Show him how willing you are.  There you go.  Now sniff inside.  That’s smell is the smell of a hard-working man.  Now turn it over.  Lick it’s sole.  He walks in the dirt.  He steps in shit.  Show him that you are willing to degrade yourself to the point of licking the shit off his boot.

“Faggots don’t care what it licks for you.  It does what it’s told.  You ever have a girl lick your shithole?  Faggots will.  This cunt will.  It will do it for hours.  And they will not only lick the outside, but they will stick their tongue in deep.  It won’t care about cleanliness either. 

“If it does, just sit on its face.  Or, get a rimseat and chain it underneath.  I heard about this guy in the mountains that will make a rimchair to your specifications.  If I had the space, I would get me one.  Nothing like sitting comfortably in a chair with a fag underneath tongue fucking me for hours.  I did that once when I was in Germany on business.  That’s what made me seek out fags in the first place.

“Damn, that fag is really cleaning your boots’ soles.  Want it to lick your feet?...  Wait.

“Move back Fag, he wants out of the bed.

“Damn!  That slap was harder than any I have ever given!  You knocked it off my cock.  Look at it!  You nearly made it pass out. It’s seeing stars….  Fuck yeah!  Use its hair as a handle.  Skull fuck it.  It’s your cock, you control the blowjob.

“I’m so close.  I got to get back in its cunt.  Oh fuck.  I told you that you would enjoy this.  I’m so fucking close.  I’m gonna cum.  I’m gonna cum!  Fuuuuuuck!  Fuuuuuck!  God damned!

“Fuck.  You take your time.  We have nothing else to do tonight.  You enjoy yourself,… at its expense. 

“I’m going to head back out to the street fair.  Have fun.  Seriously.  When you are done, just show it the door….  Or, if you want…  I was just thinking, we are here for the weekend.  We have the game on Sunday, other than that we don’t leave back home until Monday.  If you want to keep it around to use all weekend, I’d love that.  And during our time at the game, we just tie it up and leave it here.

“Text me when you are done either way.  I knew you would enjoy this.”

[mandiemegatron]

【 ᵁⁿᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵀʰᵉ ᴴᵘʳᵗ 】

Black Leg Sanji x cis!fem Straw Hat Reader

Rated: T for mental health discussions. Comfort, confessions, Sanji being open about his depression, we love healing Sanji in this household.

Words ; 3, 358

Trade with @shanalikeanna !! I love you forever, my lovely shana, I hope you enjoy this!!!!!! 💖💖💖

Once again, none of this would be possible without my beta and bestie, @moss-woods !! Thank you from the bottom of my heart, my love!!! 💖💖💋💋

ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ, ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍ ˢᵒ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ᶜᵃⁿ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ⁱᵗ, ᵗᵒᵒ!! ᵀʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ, ᵐʸ ˡᵒᵛᵉˡʸ ˡⁱˡ ᵗᵃⁿᵍᵉʳⁱⁿᵉˢ!💖💖

The first night after escaping Totto Land, everyone was on edge.

The second, everyone did their best to try and rest, but most of the Straw Hats still tossed and turned (sans Zoro, that man can and has slept through a tornado).

The third night, you'd finally decided around 3 am to get up, your thoughts still raging through your mind and keeping the sandman from blessing you with sweet, sweet sleep.

Throwing on a simple, black hoodie and dark red sweatpants, you slipped into some shoes and quietly dipped out of the women's quarters and made it upstairs to the main deck without an issue.

To your surprise, you could smell Sanji smoking; taking a look around and realizing he was up top with Nami's tangerine groves. You climbed up and gave a small wave, not wanting to startle him.

“Can't sleep either?” You ask gently, causing Sanji to snap out of his thoughts and grin up at you, going to stand but you stopped him, instead moving closer and sitting in the plush grass with him. You reached up and plucked a tangerine, giving Sanji a grin when he gently took it from you with no words said.

“Thank you,” You begin, only to stop as you notice the dark circles under his eyes. “Sanji… have you gotten any sleep?”

The blonde stops for a moment, eyes still staring at the fruit in his hands and it's seconds later when he starts moving again, silently peeling away. After it's done, he holds the slices out to you and you take half of them, gently folding his fingers over the ones left over and pushing his hand back to him.

“Don't worry, it's our secret,” you joked, giving him a sneaky grin and a small chuckle before popping a slice in your mouth.

There was a comfortable silence between you both as you ate. The moon was bright in the sky, lighting up the grove beautifully and basking you both in its light. After you were done, you took the chance to carefully ask Sanji,

“Are… are you doing okay, Sanji?”

This time, he did look at you, his usually bright eyes dull and glazed as he seemingly stared through you. “Of course,” His usual cheery voice came through, but you could feel the hurt behind his tone.

You softly reached out and grasped one of his hands, gently holding it in both of yours as you mentioned in a lightly joking tone,

“You're really bad at lying to me.”

For a long second, Sanji stared, unable to enunciate anything, though his mouth twitched a few times. He then took a long drag and let it drift out, making sure to blow it up away from you.

“Sanji… you can talk to me. I can't even imagine what you went through-”

His hand tightened around your fingers and you froze, worry for him running through your entire body. He then took a shaky breath and finally murmured out tiredly,

“I don't want to talk about it.”

You frowned sadly, holding his hand over your heart as you replied,

“You don't have to talk about anything you don't want to. I just want you to know I'm here for you, always.”

Sanji sniffles softly as his gaze wanders to the grass, the aching in his heart getting harder to ignore.

“It doesn't matter-”

You squeeze his hand and comment,

“It absolutely matters Sanji, it matters to me and it matters to everyone on this crew. We're your family, we love you, Sanji.”

Nothing but another sigh came from the chef, the fight going on inside his head clearly too loud for you to get anything through to him. You could almost read the expression on his face - you don't get it, he's thinking, his gaze burning through the grassy patch.

You let his hand move back into his lap, his other hand reaching over to flick ashes off his cigarette.

“If you don't want to talk, that's okay. Do you mind listening instead, then?”

Your voice was small, so soft that it took Sanji a moment to process the words. His gaze flickered back up to you, hazy wariness hidden behind them as he nodded slightly.

You took a moment, gathering your thoughts to form into words as you gently began,

“I believe everything that happens to us happens for a reason. The good things happen to remind us that life is worth living, worth experiencing. The bad shit happens to show us how to grow, how to fight back, and to find that inner strength that you didn't even know was there.”

You shifted slightly, sitting up a bit straighter as you continued,

“I don't know what happened with you after you left. We were terrified, I was terrified. What if I never saw you again? What if I never got to tell you how amazing you were?”

Sanji also sat up more, his curled brow shifting down as he stared silently.

“Doing hard things is never easy, but having support from the people that love you makes all the difference. Even if that hard thing is just trying to survive.”

You shrug slightly, your fingers fiddling with themselves in your lap as you added,

“I heard… about Judge.”

Sanji freezes at your words, like ice cold snow had been dropped down onto him. His face twitches, the expression slightly irritated before it falls back into the previous nearly blank one.

“Sanji, have you heard the phrase, “blood is thicker than water?” Are you aware that phrase is wrong?”

Sanji lights a fresh cigarette with a slight shrug of his own, softly murmuring, “Oh.”

“The actual phrase is, “the blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb.”, meaning, the family you create is stronger than the family you were born into.”

You reached up and plucked another tangerine, peeling it yourself as Sanji sits, stunned and watching you with a wide, blue eye.

“I don't think I've ever met a single person with great parents. Hell, even my dad was a piece of shit too! But I can tell you, with absolute confidence, that you have a great father.”

The chef gave a single, sharp barking laugh, going to reply with a snarking bite when you cut him off with your own, sharp continuance,

“Have you forgotten so easily who you are, Sanji?”

He leans back a bit in hurt, tears welling up in his eyes as you add genuinely,

“You are Black Leg Sanji, named after your father, Red Leg Zeff. You are chef to the Straw Hat Pirates and don't you ever forget that your real father would be damn proud of how far you've come.”

You popped a few slices of tangerine into your mouth as you let your words stew, watching the tears stream down Sanji's face. You finished off the fruit and hummed softly, looking up at the sky as you spoke again.

“I think you should call him.”

You looked back to him and reached over, patting him on the shoulder a few times before getting up and brushing any dirt or grass from your butt. You threw Sanji a bright grin, your face illuminated by the moon as you softly commanded,

“Go get some sleep, Sanji. Your family will still be here in the morning.”

You turned and walked away before he could say anything, only able to watch you quietly walk back down towards the main deck door.

In the silence of the small grove, Sanji's heart beat so loud he swore the whole ship could hear it. His fingers ached, his eyes burned and his throat felt tight, like someone had welded his flesh inside together.

He knew you were right, the logic and love in your words washing over him like a warm blanket the more he thought over them.

So why couldn't he get up?

He flopped back into the grass, both eyes exposed to the shine of the moon as he puffed on his smoke. He took a last drag and put it out in the grass, intent on cleaning up after himself before he moved again. His eyes slipped shut for just a moment, his exhaustion catching up to him as his fight or flight instinct finally released its grip on him.

In seconds, Black Leg Sanji had passed out, a small smile on his lips with his body lovingly covered by the shadows from the tangerine trees.

Sanji awoke the next morning in his hammock, confusion running through him as he ran a tired hand through his hair. He groans and sits up, hopping out of his bed and slowly gets dressed, having to stop a few times as the ship rocks and he nearly trips.

Once he's dressed and more awake, he makes his way to the kitchen as usual and is surprised to find the moss head sitting at the table with a drink in his hand as you wash up dishes. It's clear that food had been made, and he goes to question you when Zoro pipes up,

“Sleep beauty finally wakes! How's it goin’, princess?” His tone is snarky and teasing but there's genuine curiosity behind the words.

Sanji only aims a kick at his head, which is blocked as usual. He huffs and straightens up his tie, giving Zoro the middle finger before sliding up behind you, completely ignoring the now furious swordsman.

“Oi! Fuck you, curlybrow!”

You're shaking your head with a roll of your eyes as Sanji asks you sweetly,

“You didn't have to do all this, mon ange! You could have woken me up-”

You looked up at him with a small grin as you commented,

“You were out like a light, Sanji. Besides, I've been watching you cook for ages, I feel like I picked up just enough to satisfy everyone.”

Sanji's cheeks burn, little hearts dancing around his head at your words. You couldn't help but breathe a soft sigh of relief, glad he was slowly returning to the man he was.

“Oh mon amour! You are the most precious thing in my life!”

Zoro gives a loud, over-exaggerated gag at that, pulling laughter from you as you finish placing the last dish into the drying rack. Sanji turns his attention back to Zoro with a snarking reply of,

“At least a woman wants to spend time with me! Your stink keeps everyone at a 5 mile radius away from you.” He proves his point by placing his hands on your hips and standing a little closer to hold you to him as he makes a face at Zoro who makes one back.

“Oh yeah? She doesn't look so comfortable from where I'm standing!”

You groan and roll your eyes again, pulling away from Sanji with burning cheeks as you make your way out of the kitchen.

“You guys can fight without me being in the middle!”

Zoro stops you before you can leave, gently grasping your wrist and pulling you to him. You give a soft “Oof!” as your body collides into Zoros, your hand pressing onto his chest to stabilize yourself.

“Oi! Shitty Swordsman! Get your grubby little hands off Y/N!”

Zoro just laughs, slinging a heavy arm around your shoulders and keeping you to him as he barks back,

“You're just mad that she doesn't hate me, ugly dandelion head!”

You pinch Zoro's nipple and he jumps, letting go of you as he shields his wounded pride and offended body part behind burning cheeks.

“The hell was that for?!”

Sanji can't help but burst out laughing, your own laughter joining in as you finally make your way out of the kitchen.

“Paybacks a bitch, Zo!”

With you gone, the two men glared and growled at each other, Sanji huffing smoke at the swordsman as Zoro puffs his chest out a bit, glaring Sanji down.

“Quit hittin” on her, you curlybrowed moron!”

“You quit it! She doesn't like stupid, ugly, unwashed assholes!”

Their foreheads smacked against each other as they growled and barked at each other, only finally breaking away as they heard you call from down the hallway,

“Sanji? Can I get your help with something?”

Sanji flashes Zoro a smug grin, puffing smoke in his face as he calls back,

“Of course I can, my darling Y/N-chaaan!”

Zoro rolls his eye as he watched the shitty love cook literally twirl and dance out the kitchen door, taking the advantage of Sanji being gone to raid the ‘secret’ cupboard that held all the good sake.

Finding an unopened bottle, Zoro uncorks it with a heavy sigh before heading back up to the crows nest.

Sanji, on the other hand, finds himself in a predicament as he searches the halls for you, confusion set on his face as he opens a few doors.

“Y/N? Where'd you go?”

He almost shrieks as a hand pulls him back, tugging him into a room and slamming the door shut. He turns and flares his nose slightly, staring you down as he presses a hand over his chest.

“Y/N! You almost gave me a heart attack,” he half-jokes, patting his chest lightly a few times as you grin up at him.

“I gotta keep you on your toes,” you replied lightly, giving him a quick wink before tugging him over to your bed. You immediately sat down and patted the space beside you, an almost expectant look on your face as you asked,

“You got some time to sit with me?”

Sanji takes in your expression and slowly sits, but not before putting out his cigarette in the small ashtray on your bedside table. His heart always thumped a few extra fast beats at your thoughtfulness.

He makes himself comfortable before he nervously asks,

“So? What did you need help with?”

Your face blossoms into bright red hues as you look down to your lap, your fingers fiddling with themselves anxiously as you slowly got out,

“I um, I just, um,” you stumble over your words, unsure of how to get them out. It takes a second, but you finally inhale before quickly spilling out in one, quick breath,

“Ireallylikeyouandidon’tknowifyoulikemetoo.”

Sanji blinks a few times, his mind trying to decipher the words that bubbled out of you, only for his head to tilt to the side as he gives a confused,

“Uh… what?”

Your cheeks darken, and you shove your face into shaking hands, trying to steady your racing heart as you groan into your palms.

You freeze as two warm hands grip lightly around your wrists, pulling your hands from your face only to find Sanji's own visage just centimeters from your own.

There's a sparkle in his uncovered eye and a wide grin on his face as he breathes out,

“You like me?”

You stiffen as your expression sinks nervously, only able to give him a soft,

“... Yeah….”

There's a single moment between you before your back is pressed onto the bed and Sanji is on top of you, his hands on either side of your head with one leg in between yours.

Shivers run over your body in anticipation, your eyes staring up into both of his as his hair dangles over you, showing every part of his beautiful face. You gently reach up and cup one of his cheeks in your palm, watching with a soaring heart as his eyes fall shut and he presses further into your palm.

“For so long…” He started, his voice just above a whisper. “I'd look at you and hope to God you could hear my thoughts racing, that you could hear how hard my heart beat for you…”

You felt your heart swell in adoration for him at his admittance, your own eyes slipping shut as he leans forward a bit to press his forehead against yours.

“For so long, all I wanted was for you to want me… the way I wanted you.”

The tip of his nose brushes against yours in a loving motion, his lips so close you could feel his breath dancing across your own.

“You don't even know how much you've healed me. My angel, my darling,” His voice cracks as he squeezes his eyes shut, fighting back tears as he pours his heart out to you. You sniffle softly, tears of your own prickling at your eyes as you open them and listen to him continue.

“There isn't a day that goes by that I just… I don't feel good enough. For you, for this crew… but the last couple days really showed me how cherished I am.”

Pulling back to stare down at you with teary eyes, Sanji somehow gets out,

“I will never take your love for granted, Y/N. I love you and I don't care if you don't feel the same-”

You cut him off with a kiss, leaning your head up just enough to capture his lips, effectively silencing him.

When you pull back, his eyes are wide, tears streaming down his face as you softly comment,

“Sanji, I love you, and I have for a long time. I thought I was going to lose you to Pudding, and that I'd never see you again,” your tears flooded down the sides of your eyes as you looked up at him. “I thought I'd never get the chance to tell you how much you meant to me.”

Sanji leans down and hugs you tightly, hiding his face in the side of your neck as he sobs silently. You cling to him, rubbing your fingers over his back and through his soft hair, murmuring loving words to him as he lets all his emotions out.

It takes a long while for Sanji to finally settle, his eyes red and achy when he finally pulls back to stare down at you. You wiped at his eyes gently as you confidently reminded him,

“Black Leg Sanji, I love you, now and forever. Do not ever forget the family you have here.”

A wide grin breaks out over his face as he leans down to kiss you, your lips melding with his as if they were made for him; like two souls made of the same star dust, colliding with each other and creating a blinding light for the world to see.

You pull away after a few moments, gently holding his face again as you murmur almost teasingly,

“I have a present for you.”

Sanji's expression makes him look like a child in a candy store with no beri limit, pulling away from you to sit back on his butt as he gushes,

“For me?! You didn't have to do that, my angel dearest,”

You cut him off with a lazy wave of your hand, sitting up and reaching into the top drawer of your desk and pulling out your small Den Den Mushi.

Sanji gives you a puzzled look as you dial in a number and hand the Den Den to him, leaning back on your headboard as it begins to ring.

Peru-peru-peru… peru-peru-peru…

Sanji almost drops your Den Den as an all too familiar voice barks out on the other end.

“This is The Baratie, Zeff speaking.”

Sanji feels like he's been punched in the chest, looking to you with watery eyes once more as you sit back with crossed arms, a smug grin on your face as you motion for him to say something.

“Carne, if this is another stupid fuckin’ prank-”

“You… shitty old man…”

There's a crackle on the other end, Sanji watching the face on the snail change from irritation to one of complete surprise.

He swears every hurt he'd ever felt in his life healed when Zeff finally spoke again.

“You shitty little eggplant…” There's another pause as he hears a sniffle from the snail.

“... My son!”

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【Synopsis】 : Your lives were completely different. Your families hated one another, but you two couldn’t stay away from each other, no matter how hard you tried.

『Word count』 : 358

-> Genre: Romance, Angst

Paring: Vampire!Bucky x Witch!Reader

[Warnings] : Pinning, terrible families, mentions of blood, heartache, obsessive love. Kissing, neck kisses.

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Your love was doomed from the start. Meeting him under the blanket of night. You both knew it was forbidden. Longing touches, slight glances, hidden messages. Anything to give one another the affection you both so dearly craved. if your coven found out, you would be stripped from your community, banished, and left alone. If his parents—the two pure vampires that turned him—found out, he would be dead within the second the words left anyone’s lips. It was hopeless.

But yet you ran, past the sleeping town, into the dark forest. The border of the town where the witches don’t dare to cross. Yet you ran headfirst, running to the man you swore you wouldn’t fall for. The creature that was Undead and cold. The man who brought you nothing but happiness, unlike anything you’ve ever experienced.

He ran, from his life, from his family, from his duty to his clan. His plan was simple, get you, pack up, and run. Far away where no one could hurt either of you. He ran, just like you. To the place where you first meet. To the place where you both knew, you would never be able to forget one another.

He spotted you first, immediately smelling your scent. Weaving through the trees, you finally come in contact, bracing him with open arms. Tears streaming down your face, you bury your face into his chest. Holding him tight, you fear if you let go, he would disappear. He pulls your face up, smashing your lips to his in desperation.

“I can’t stay away from you.” He gasps through the kiss, trailing it down to your neck, trying to kiss every part of your skin he could reach. Your fingers dove into the ends of his hair, tugging tightly. Your heart was breaking, you lost your coven, your life, everything. But your heart was so full, being with him made you realize that family isn’t always your bloodline.

“I love you. And I’m never letting you go, not now, not ever,” He spoke, your foreheads leaning against one another. Time was slowing, and your life was changed forever. And all you could do was smile, knowing his word was the only thing you needed.

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