in the shadow of your heart (part one of two)

Daemon Targaryen x f!Reader

requested by anon: inspired by the plot of the movie Flipped, where the reader openly pines for Daemon, but he always brushes her off until one day, she stops bothering him.

word count: 2.5k ▪︎ part two (preview) ▪︎ masterlist

themes: one-sided pining (by f!Reader in the beginning, then Daemon eventually), angst, language, Daemon being Daemon

It’s no secret that you pined for the Rogue Prince. Ever since you moved with your father to King’s Landing after he was appointed Master of Laws in King Viserys’ Small Council, your admiration has steadily grown for Daemon. He was in and out of the city, due to his tumultuous relationship with his brother.

One week, Daemon returns. He trains with his gold cloaks in the front courtyard, surrounded by intrigued spectators. Workers of the Red Keep, knights, lords, and ladies. The last group bothers you slightly, the ogling ladies are all clearly there for Prince Daemon. You are, too. But you believe yourself to be different.

You consider Daemon to be a friend, at least. The two of you spoke from time to time. For seventeen different instances now, but it’s not like you were keeping count.

『jolly sailor bold. || shanks x reader』

[PART 1 OF 4 - ONE PIECE'S KINKTOBER] - SHANKS VER.

[BUGGY VER.] [MIHAWK VER.] [SANJI VER.]

(Will never not reblog this beauty. What genius.)

I LOVE this.

Shanks x Reader x Rayleigh

Warning ⚠️: Smut

The crash of the waves against the Red Force didn't calm your nerves as it usually did. Your destination was on the horizon, and you were nervous about dropping anchor. How would this reunion go? How would you tell Shanks the truth? He would be forgiving. Right?

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

summary: you find yourself in a marriage that you never wanted in the first place. your husband seems to hate you and you begin to wonder if anything you used to think of him was even true. who would have though a marriage to gojo satoru would be so difficult?

warnings: 18+ mdni, arranged marriage, misunderstandings and just not talking shit out, mentions of cheating, slight angst (with comfort), eating out (fem! recieving), fingering, gojo doesn't really know how to husband for some of it

word count: 10.9K (whoops)

note: i think there's gonna be a part two for this but idk when. i really had a lot of fun writing this so reblogs and comments are always appreciated! as always, thank you to @jadeisthirsting for beta reading <3

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never did you think that you’d be stuck in a marriage to a man who didn’t love you, but there’s a first for everything. 

you should count yourself lucky that he’s not old and bald. he’s pretty. in fact, he’s the prettiest man you’ve ever seen. his eyes are the bluest, bluer than the sky. his hair mirrors the winter snows, and his back ripples with muscles whenever he fights. 

his agility is unlike any other man. he fights swiftly and cleanly, never taking more than a couple minutes to get rid of whatever it was that stood in his way. he’s charming with his words (or so you’ve heard), and he knows how to make somebody swoon if he really wants them to. 

and he seems to despise you.

you had known gojo since you were a child, the two of you running around each other's fields as you chased him with your wooden sword. you remembered watching him in training, wishing him good luck whenever he went on a hunt. you could even remember how he would stutter whenever he tried to talk, something he must have worked on because he never seemed to stutter anymore. 

he was always nice to you, his cheeks rosy whenever you kissed him goodbye. he was kind back then, grinning brightly whenever he saw you. 

but as time grew and you with it, and it was only a matter of years before the two of you went your separate ways. it didn’t help that once he turned thirteen he had to leave for training and fighting in whatever it was that was needed of him, but you had hoped that he would be able to write back. 

you would send him letters whenever you could, it was tradition whenever the two of you were separated for too long to do so. each letter telling him about new experiences and embarrassing things that happened in your life, but he never responded. you liked to send one every week, sometimes including little tokens you thought he might enjoy. but you stopped sending them after the first two years and stopped asking about his whereabouts after three. 

but you were hopeful that when you saw him that night so many months ago, he’d be civil with you. you were nervous, sure, but who could blame you? you had recently gotten news that his time to serve his clan was over and that he was finally back home. it wasn’t as though the two of you had left on bad graces, so you were hopeful that he would at least remember you. but he could barely meet your eyes whenever you tried to catch him from across the room, acting as if you had never existed. 

he looked so different since the last time you had seen him. he was taller than most of the people in the room, his white hair just as bright as it used to be. he had gained muscle mass almost everywhere, and you felt yourself wondering just how much training he had to go through to look this way. you could see him talking to a girl, a smile on his face as he tilted his head to look at her better. you gave him some time to socialize, not wanting to intrude on anything. 

after an hour you decided that it was long enough, and tried to weave your way through the crowd to get to him. you had tried to call out to him, waving to him despite your mother quickly shoving your hand down, saying how improper it was. he heard you and you knew that he was purposely ignoring you, so you began to feel heavy-hearted after a couple of attempts at trying to catch his attention, eventually giving up. 

and now, despite you wanting to, you can’t even blame him for hating you. 

ever since your mother caught you, alone with him, a man you hadn’t seen in so long, she had swiftly and promptly proposed the idea of marriage only a few days later. it was really to save face for the two families, but it helped that this marriage would unify the two clans. 

you were sure he had ladies lined up to marry him, and you weren’t somebody he was actively trying to pursue. you didn’t even know if he was in love with somebody else if he shared a connection with a girl who was surely not you and cursed you for taking that away from him. 

not that it mattered now. 

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ how long does it take to fuck your brother's best friend? (four whole days)

word count. 8.5k (i am tired of this tomfoolery)

contents. college! au, brother's best friend! satoru, fem! reader, minors do not interact, three-year age gap (you're both early twenties), slightly mean satoru (when you’re kids), slight enemies to lovers, jealous! satoru, mentions of reader having an ex-bf, male masturbation, satoru is taller + carries reader, cunnilingus, fingering, handjobs, unprotected sex, brief mentions of alcohol (satoru), creampie, pet names (baby + sweetheart), not proofread i could not be bothered i’m sorry

notes. this was not supposed to be this long bye i am embarrassingly down bad for the blue-eyed freak

everyone knows that where there is satoru, there is suguru—and likewise, where there is suguru, there is satoru.

they’re a bit of a packaged deal, really. satoru befriends your brother in what you think must be some twisted stroke of luck—there is no way suguru would lower his standards for some rich bastard who’s had life made for him since the day he was born. but apparently, he does, and you’re stuck with a white-haired nuisance in your house at least once a week. for years.

you’ve known satoru since he was a whiny, snot-faced, and spoiled little brat. back then, he used to call you toothless—you were six, it’s normal for children at the age of six to lose a few teeth. just because satoru is nine and has grown his teeth back doesn’t mean he escaped the toothless phase himself—but satoru is just a jerk like that, pushes your buttons, and calls out your insecurities to get a good laugh.

family time

FORGETFULNESS

Gojo Satoru

cw: none and omg its been like a month since ive written anything im shocked tbh lol i’ll try to get through requests! Not proofread

600 words

You could hear your husband sigh loudly and dramatically even though he wasn't in the same room as you.

You rolled your eyes and couldn't stop the smile creeping up to your lips as you ran a hand through your daughter's hair, opting to do two pigtails for her as per her request.

Another sigh came from Gojo's lips but this time it sounded closer. You looked at his reflection through the bathroom mirror and were met with the man child peeping through the gap between the door and door frame with a pout on his face.

Your daughter— who was sat comfortably on the counter near the sink— made eye contact with her father but quickly closed her eyes and folded her arms with an even more dramatic huff (like father like daughter).

"D/n please! I said i'm sorry! I promise i'll never ever do it again!", Gojo wailed.

His daughter who was refusing to talk to him, pointed an accusing finger at him through the mirror. "Leave me alone papa!".

"It was one birthday! I always remember the rest of their birthdays!", he lied. He didn't remember a single one of his daughter's stuffed animal's birthdays, there was just so many. It’s what he gets for buying her another one every week. He set reminders on his phone to make sure he never forgets....but this time…he forgot.

It's not his fault, he’s a busy guy!

"Forgive me d/nnnnn!", he pleaded whilst clasping his hands together.

The little girl covered her ears with her hands cutely and closed her eyes, mumbling a string of 'lala's'. "I can't hear papa!".

You chuckled at her antics. "I can't seem to hear papa either", you quipped.

Gojo felt the betrayal deep within his soul. His two favourite girls were giving him the silent treatment.

"Not you too!", he looked at you with a frown. If Gojo were a dog, his ears would definitely be droopy right now.

Jokes on you guys, he came prepared.

"Aw, I guess i'll have to eat this cake aaaaaall by myself", he faked a sad expression and spun the cake around, giving you two a full glimpse of the delicious dessert.

You wouldn't put it past him either, he would definitely finish the whole cake by himself.

"Maybe I can hear papa a little bit", the little girl couldn't help the endearing smile tugging at the sides of her lips.

You shook your head at Gojo's little bribery trick as you placed two pink bows onto her hair.

"Only a little bit?", he tilted his head.

"A lot bit!", she giggled and extended her arms out to Gojo who gladly carried her in one hand and held the cake in the other.

Gojo looked at you as you leaned back against the counter.

"And what about you?".

"Toru, half of the time I hear you before I'm able to see you, and that’s not a compliment".

He scrunched up his face. "You could've said something cute like I always hear you Toru, I love you!".

"Yuck", you grimaced jokingly.

"Yuck!", the little girl spat her tongue despite not knowing exactly what was going on.

masterlist :)

𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗙𝗨𝗟

summary. three months. that’s how long it takes before gojo poses a problem. | wc. 1.8k+

an. the ad said 'nanny wanted,' but reader didn't know he was looking for a little wife instead v_v, also mildly self-ship coded, comments and reblogs are appreciated ༉‧₊˚.

You sometimes wistfully imagine having a family of your own—a soft and sweet little bundle to cuddle and someone strong and capable, competent, at your side. But you can’t think of the last time you’ve been on a date where that person had the same interest in something more serious than casually sleeping around. 

Nannying seemed like the natural conclusion, especially when you’re still settling in a new city and barely scraping by for rent and student loans for a degree you don’t use. 

You pick up a few jobs just to get a feel for it: parents going away for a honeymoon, a last-minute call-in, a weekend business trip. Then a friend of a friend says she makes enough to afford one of those picturesque apartments that overlook tall high-rises and iridescent lights, the very ones you’ve dog-eared in real-estate magazines.

All it takes are a few phone calls and an interview until you’re packing up your apartment and taking the freeway outside of the city to somewhere remote and expensive, your car looking almost out of place parked beside the shiny new one in the long driveway.

You rap on the front door before you lose your nerve, and a few moments later, it opens, and you’re unsure who looks more out of place: this man with a smile too big, dressed for work, immaculate suit dampened by the baby rag slung over his shoulder and what looks like drool on his crisp collar, or you in your scuffed shoes and second-hand store clothes, standing in front of the nicest house you’ve ever seen.

“The nanny?”

“Yes,” you mutter, licking your lips. “That’s me.”

“Good, Ren just woke up from his nap,” he opens the door a little wider with a creak, the darkness behind him almost comforting.

You take a deep breath and pass over the threshold into his home.

The entire time, his hand stays on the small of your back to steer you toward the nursery, and a shiver threatens up the length of your spine.

Brat (Satoru Gojo x Reader)

Prompt: Satoru and his girlfriend Y/n are in an argument over his celebrity crush on Inoue Waka. Y/n is ignoring Satoru which absolutely drives him crazy.

Pairing: Satoru x reader

Warnings: some swearing, light light light smut (making out), gojo being gojo

Word Count: 7k

Notes: this is set broadly around season 2 episode 2 plot, with some clear changes from the original episode. riko and suguru are included.

“You changed your home screen?” Suguru commented nonchalantly. He took notice of the sudden alteration to his friend’s phone almost immediately. The difference wasn’t hard to spot seeing as the last two years all Satoru had used for his background images were various photos of his girlfriend, Y/n, whom he loved showing off.

Suguru was accustomed to the photos being circulated in a never ending pattern, Y/n and Satoru at the beach, Y/n in a scandalous position she beat him into removing, Y/n sleeping on his chest, Y/n and him sharing sweets, Y/n on her birthday grinning widely as she sat in front of her cake, the couple doing mud masks together, Y/n in front of the eiffel tower, and so on, however it was entirely new for him to see the famous, bikini clad Japanese model as his friend's home screen instead of his girlfriend. Suguru’s brow was raised as Satoru chuckled to himself.

“To Inoue Waka.” Gojo smiled in triumph, like he was in some war that he had finally found the upper hand in. “Y/n and I are in a fight- it’s certain to get a reaction out of her.” 

𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖙

summary: the king has been struck by never-ending grief when he found out about his wife's infidelity. he has her ordered to be killed, but afterward, he is no longer the same. every night he marries a woman, and every morning he has her killed. the endless cycle continues until the night you're chosen to be his wife. instead of letting him ruin you, you tell him a story. you tell him a story that he just has to know the ending to. and so begins the story of one thousand and one arabian nights.

pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers, royal au, based off of the story from 1001 arabian nights

word count: 10.7k+

warnings: dark content, mdni, 18+, mentions of killing, mentions of taking virginity, has the gallows and a noose in it, praise!kink, corruption!kink, cunnilingus, fingering, cum eating

note: for those who don't know, baba means dad, and aziz/azizam means my dear in farsi. this story loosely follows 1001 arabian nights, but not completely. i wasn't gonna sit on my ass and write them all out 💀

also a big, big, thank you to @jadeisthirsting for beta reading, ty sm bby!!

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The palace smelled deeply of rose petals, a scent so distinctly comforting that you couldn’t help but smile giddily as you walked down the vast halls, looking at the different amenities the palace had to offer as you searched for the room you knew your father would be residing in. 

The more you walked, the darker the halls got and the less the smell of rose lingered in the air, a warning to stay away from this part of the palace. Though you had no choice but to ignore the prominent warnings, your posture became more frigid as you hummed a tune you had heard in the bazaar to keep yourself busy. 

You were well aware of the fact that your father resided right next to the king's quarters, so as you slowly opened his door to make sure no noise was heard, entering as you noted your father sitting on the edge of his bed, his wrinkly hands enveloping his tethered face as he could barely bring himself up to look at you.

“Baba,” Your heart dropped, running over to his frail body, your hands checking his forehead as your eyes filled with worry, “What’s wrong? Does your back hurt? Oh,” You noted his worn-out hands, “You have to let the king find another vizier,” You kneaded his hand with yours, “You cannot be his helper forever,” You cracked a gentle smile, but instead of his usual banter, he shook his head, still not looking up from his bed as he sniffled.

“Baba?” Your voice dropped to a whisper. Your father never cried. Never. Not when your mother died, not when the old king died, or even when you had managed to ruin his silken clothing. Despite his hardships, he was the man of the household, and he held himself to that standard.

But here, he looked like the shell of a man. His shoulders were hunched, lips pale as he shuddered, pushing your hands off of his back as he weakly stood up. 

“Y/n,” He stared at the door, eyes quite dead as he refused to look your way, terrified that if he did he would crumble to his knees and beg for an apology. Even worse, if he looked at you, his resolve would shatter and he’d leave the room as fast as he could, “Azizam,” You watched as a singular tear rolled down his cheek, “You will have to forgive me.”

You shakily rose, brows scrunched up in confusion as you let out a question laugh, walking over to him to see what he was talking about, what had gotten him so shaken up that he used such an endearing nickname he had never used before this day.

“The king has asked for you to spend the evening with him,” He muttered, voice hoarse and raspy as he broke down into tears again. 

“He…” Your shaky hands flew to your lips, eyes wide as you stumbled back, “He what?” Your frantic questions went unanswered as your father let more of his endless tears fall, wet lips holding back silent sobs as he turned back.

The king, a dreaded name for those around the palace. You childishly thought that being the daughter of the vizier would somehow spare you of the torture, of the horror that came with going into his quarters at midnight. 

He said nothing as he crumpled down to the floor, hands covering his eyes as you stared at the door, the same one you had entered through, and the same one that seemed to mock you as your hands shook at your side. 

One evening pleasuring the king meant spending the next morning dead.

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Servants flocked to the room shortly thereafter.

They paid no attention to the old man as they ushered you outside, their nimble fingers working swiftly as they led you to a completely different room, stripping you bare as you worked mindlessly.

You fell into the large basin, cold water splashing across your body as they worked in silence, some here and there whispering words of pity to one another as they gossiped about your father's weakened state.

You knew that deep down, sooner or later, this day would come. That one night they will take you to get clean and pretty so that the king can spend his lonely night with a virgin to bed, and by morning have her dead so that she may not betray him.

You could guess why you were giving off no emotions as their hands scraped your body rid of the dirt and dust, rubbing rose petals across your flesh, running water through your hair as they worked quickly and effortlessly. 

At this point, you knew they had done this many times to know to be quick with the king's impatient temper.

You seemed to be like a mindless doll as they carried you out of the tub, staying quiet as one lady braided your hair, gentle as she wove flowers into the crown of your head. 

You watched as the other carefully dotted the roses across your cheeks, dipping her finger into the jar of honey as she brought it up, careful not to let any of it to waste as she swiped it across your lips, her eyes filled with deep sorrow as you stared out the windows and into the dark veil of night.

“You look very beautiful, azizam,” The old lady behind you muttered, her kind hands letting go of your hair as she gave your shoulder a gentle pat, “I’m sure your father would be proud of his daughter for serving the nation. 

Serving the nation in your one day demise.

“You have not been…” The old lady sighed, looking away as her hands fell to her side, “You have not been bedded yet, yes?”

You slowly shook your head, muttering out a quiet no as she nodded, ushering out all the other ladies as she came to your view, dropping down so that she was level with your knees.

“You are the vizier's daughter, so you must know,” She stated, her hands holding your cold ones as she pressed a soft kiss to the backside of it, “After you go into his room, he will tell you what he wants. When morning comes, he will have you killed.”

“I have heard it’s quick and painless, " She sighed, giving you a sad smile, “Yet those who have experienced it cannot tell the tale, and so I don’t want you to weigh too deeply on my words, okay aziz?”

The old lady looked down at your hands as she took in a shaky breath, lifting your chin as she patted your cheek carefully. 

“The time is almost midnight,” She said and your tongue felt heavy in your mouth, “He should be expecting us soon.”

Mirror, Mirror: Shanks x F!Reader

You sighed as you walked a heavy box up a flight of stairs. This place was nice, nicer than any apartment you had lived in before, but damn these stairs. You huffed as you finally reached your doorstep, fiddling around in your purse as you tried to find the keys to the place. 

You had moved in here because your parents said they knew the guy who owns it. He'd be able to cut you a good deal on the place, they said, and make sure you'd live comfortably. Though, that's about as much help as you had from your parents. You were nervous about that; you had never been too far from home, spending the first half of your college life in your childhood home with your family. But you had to grow up someday, and what better time than now to start?

Though, you did wish you had some help with these boxes. The door beside your own opens as you're fiddling with your keys. Out steps a tall man with bright red hair. He's probably your parents' age, maybe a little younger, if you had to guess, and you flush when he looks at you.

C'mon, where were these damn keys? You were looking like an idiot in front of his gorgeous stranger.

"Oh, hey there!" He smiles, "Are you the person who's moving in next door?"

Shanks is divorced to an unknown woman in this AU (??) Her loss I guess🤷. I was going to use Nami instead of Belle-mere but then I remembered that didn't make any sense timeline wise sooo here we are

~ 🌸 Cherry Blossoms Over Wano Event 🌸 ~

Soft! Nsfw ~ Izou x F! Reader ~ The Kozuki Mark

Dear anon, thank u for being so sweet! I chose the prompt "The Kozuki Mark" for Izo since Oda blessed us with that panel of his back a few chapters ago. I hope you enjoy this angsty but romantic fic of this sexy god of Wano. I didn't know if you wanted NSFW or not, so that there are slight mentions of sexual intercourse in a poetic way. Thank u so much for requesting! 💖🌸~

The request was:

It isn’t weird for some travelers to meditate under the waterfall. In fact, you are a little happy when that happens, being alone in the middle of the forest sometimes gets a little sad. But none of them seem to ever be as interesting as the person who is about to get a refreshing bath under the miraculous waters of the only river that hasn’t been contaminated yet. Your place is an oasis, in the middle of despair and lack of resources.

From the window of your minka you can see them. Normally men would take their clothes off when they are already inside the pond to wash them as they allow the burbling waters of the waterfall to massage their necks. But he is different. He… who is that person?

Before entering the pond, sleek long legs showing, he tries the temperature of the water with the tip of his toes. “Go ahead, Samurai-san” you whisper from your room encouraging the stranger to enter to the purifying waters of the pond you take care of.

He first lets his black coat with an emblem you find particularly familiar fall to the ground. Next, he takes the pins off his hair. Long, black, silky locks fall and flow with the soft breeze of a warm summer in Wano. “How beautiful” you mumble, in awe because his locks shine with the orange color of the sun hiding.

He starts walking into the pond, untying the sash of his kimono looking at each side. At this point you have only seen his back, and as he enters the water, even if you should stop watching by now, you just couldn’t. The black kimono slides from his shoulders through his back, exposing muscular fair skin. And as the fabric falls in between his long hair, you discover a huge tattoo.

“T-that’s the… Kozuki mark?” you gasp, taking your hand to your mouth. You take a look at your ankle, the half-moon inked over it promising the comeback of them, of the Samurais of Oden. “Could it be? Have twenty years already passed?”.

The stranger lifts his hair up as he dips in the pond, and you can see the tattoo clearly… He is one of the nine Akazayas. The man starts swimming, looking like a magical creature that lives in a forest. Lilac and orange reflecting around him, his hair flows with the water.

He aims for the big rock under the little waterfall, and as his body emerges from the greenish waters, the whole extent of his anatomy is shown before your eyes. Strong muscular arms and back, little waist, dimples on the small of his back, defined legs. “I shouldn’t be watching him…” you quickly look to the ground; how immoral you feel.

Truth is… you really need to keep looking. For a reason, far from voyeurism motives… “He can’t be him, he left this country twenty years ago, you abandoned me”

Happiest

for @saiyanblood2 I did the Sanji one as well since I don’t have any other event requests. Enjoy!

For everyone else, the original request was

“For the follower event, can I request:“A merperson who gets injured and washed up on the shore of a beach unconscious, and is found by B.” + “Just kiss me already” + Sanji?Or"She stood on the end of the pier, took a deep breath, and jumped into the freezing ocean. She was going to get answers, no matter what it took.“ + “So you’re really leaving?” “Ask me to stay.” “What?” “Ask me to stay, and I will.” + Reiju?Something something loving merfolk siblings that are stuck in their dad’s shitty underwater kingdom (Reiju) or have escaped it/are trying to escape it (Sanji) but still manage to stumble upon love with whatever freedom they’ve managed to steal for themselves.“ I decided to write the Sanji on top of having already written the Reiju one.

Warnings: merman!Sanji, a drop of angst at the ending, injuries

Word Count: 1470

     Swimming as fast as he could, Sanji dodged another spear, though it still managed to scrape his arm. Similar cuts littered his body, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. Why was his father even chasing him down anyway? His father hated him! Shouldn’t the man be happy that Sanji was leaving? Reaching the borders of the kingdom, he swam faster. They’d stop once he went beyond the borders, right? No one ever left the kingdom’s borders and returned! He felt the slight resistance that came with the barrier of the kingdom, pushing himself past it anyway, refusing to stop, even as a spear pierced his tail. No, he couldn’t let it stop him, he had to get out. As soon as he was free from the barrier, he reached down, yanking the spear out harshly before taking off again. The blond wasn’t sure how long he swam before he passed out, too tired and too wounded to continue on. It had taken so much energy just to get to the barrier, his adrenaline pushing him even when he should have stopped. The guards had stopped chasing him at the barrier, but he’d still kept going, getting as far as he could before his body failed him. 

     Walking down the beach, you smiled, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. You loved coming out here to watch the sunset, loved the way it shimmered against the ocean waters, mirroring itself as it sank below the horizon. Heading toward your favorite spot, you noticed something in the sand ahead, a young man laying in the surf. Hurrying over to him, you gasped, not just as the scaly tail that started at the waist, but the injuries that seemed to cover his body. Checking for a pulse, you breathed a small sigh of relief. He was alive at least. You struggled to pull him further up onto the beach, needing to tend to his wounds. Hiding him behind some bushes, you rushed back to your house, grabbing every spare bandage you could find before running back to the still unconscious blond. 

     “I hope you don’t feel this.” you muttered, starting to clean his wounds before bandaging him. The blond merman moaned in discomfort, slowly coming to as you inspected his tail.

     “I… I’ve heard of you.” he murmured, the look in his eyes hazy as you looked him over, “Humans call you angels… beautiful creatures…” he said, making you smile softly at him.

     “No, I’m not an angel, you’re not dead yet, but you are seriously wounded.” you said, brushing some hair out of his face before going back to work. Looking at the lower part of his tail, you spotted a particularly nasty injury, as if his tail had been pierced with a harpoon.

     “This… this is going to hurt. I’m sorry.” you said, pouring more antiseptic over the wound, causing a small cry of pain, “I know, I know, I’m sorry, but I can’t let it get infected.” you said quickly, biting your lip as you examined the wound further. Hopefully it would be fine with just some bandages because you didn’t know how you do stitches and you didn’t want to risk taking him to the doctor.

     “Um, what’s your name?” you asked, tending to his other injuries, hoping to get to know something about the mysterious merman you were tending to.

     “Sanji. You said you weren’t an angel, but can I know the name of the angel who found me?” he asked, making you blush.

     “Y/n. If you don’t mind me asking, what happened? I… I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything quite like this.” you said, gesturing to his injuries.

     “It’s uh… complicated, but let’s just say I don’t exactly have a home to return to anymore.” he said, looking away. All you could do was give him a sympathetic smile and nod, finally finishing bandaging him up.

     “Well, uh, I’m no professional, but that should be good until you heal up. Do you, uh… have someplace to lie low? I don’t know much about merfolk, well, nobody does really, but will your injuries be okay if you’re in the water? They won’t get infected?” you asked, biting your lip. Sanji looked down at the bandages that now covered his body before looking back out at the water. 

     “I… don’t know, this is the first time I’ve ever been to the surface, human things are… different.” he said, poking the bandages. 

     “Well, uh… I’ve got a large bathtub, I could probably fill that up but… um…” you trailed off, looking away from him in embarrassment, “I… I can’t carry you, you’re… you’re too heavy.” you said, making the blond smile.

     “I wouldn’t want you to carry me anyway. You’ve already helped me by trying to take care of my injuries, I couldn’t possibly ask more.” he said charmingly. Still, you wondered how in the world he was going to get to your house. 

     Keeping a merman in your house without anyone noticing was one thing, getting him there without anyone noticing was another, the two of you almost getting caught a number of times before you made it to your house. Thankfully, your bathtub was just big enough for him, the man smiling as his tail flipped back and forth, staring at you with a large smile on his face. Looking over his injuries, you bit your lip. He was mostly healed, even the hole through his tail was looking alright. There was scarring, but that was to be expected. 

     “You’re uh, you’re pretty much all healed. You’re probably… probably good to leave whenever you’d like.” you said nervously, looking away as you took care of the first aid supplies.

     “Are… you going to kick me out? Please let me stay, I don’t have anywhere else to go.” he pleaded, surprising you.

     “You… want to stay?” you asked, staring at him.

     “Please. You don’t have to let me stay forever, just until I figure out what to do next!” he pleaded.

     “Stay as long as you like. I’ve… enjoyed your company.” you said, smiling at him, happy that he wouldn’t be leaving yet.

     “Well, maybe not as long as I’d like, I’m sure you’ll want me to leave sooner or later.” he said, smiling at you, hoping you didn’t notice the melancholy behind the smile. You hesitated, staring at him for a moment before shaking your head.

     “No, as long as you like. I… I like having you here.” you said, unable to stop the way your heart pounded.

     “I… like staying here. I like staying with you, Y/n…” Sanji stared at you thoughtfully for a moment, “Can I stay forever?” he asked, surprising you.

     “F-forever? Are you sure? My bathtub must be cramped, I… I’d be happy to let you, but don’t you want to be able to move around?” you asked, rubbing your arm nervously, “B-besides, don’t you want other people to talk to? If you stay here, I’m the only person to talk to.” you added, making him smile.

     “You’re the only one I want to talk to. Y/n… I want to stay… I want to stay with you.” he said softly, taking your hand in his, “Please, let me stay with you.” you kneeled down next to him, caressing the back of his hand with your thumb.

     “Sanji… I… you… you can’t say things like that.” you said, looking at your lap.

     “Why? I… isn’t this what humans say when they want to confess to each other? Y/n, I… I love you… I… I want to stay with you.” he said, caressing your cheek. Staring at him, you could feel yourself melt under his touch.

     “Sanji… I… please, just kiss me already. No more complicated words, no more fearing that you don’t know what you’re talking about. Just… just kiss me.” you said softly, sighing in bliss when his lips met yours. Pulling back, you smiled, staring at him through hazy eyes. 

     “I want to stay with you. No matter what. Even if I stay in your bathtub forever. It’ll be worth it to stay with you, angel.” he said, using the nickname he’d used when he’d first met you.

     “We’ll… figure out a better solution. For now, just… kiss me again.” you whispered, your lips meeting his again. Neither of you saw the blond watching you through a window, her form transparent as she smiled, neither of you noticed her blowing a kiss to Sanji, noticed his tail changing.

     “I’m so happy that you found love… my sweetest little boy.” the woman whispered before disappearing, barely managing to catch a glimpse of the excitement on the both of your faces at his transformation. She only ever wanted for her children to be happy, this was what would make Sanji happiest.