ERURI ANGST

Arguments...|Eruri angst

AkiHaru Given

Akihiko x Haruki |🥁🎸

ERURI

Stuck in a blizzard|Eruri

ERURI

**(you are Levi)** *Levi was being a brat again. Erwin was sitting at the kitchen table doing some prep work for the next scouting operation, while Levi went around and did things loudly to annoy him, to get his attention.... Erwin finally closed his book up and looked at Levi...* “What is it Levi?” *Erwin asked, knowing he just wanted attention but constantly refused to ask for it despite them both being in a relationship...*

ZOSAN

Sanji's jealous over Hiyori...|ZOSAN💚💛

Erwin x Levi

New ODM gear|Eruri

Zosan

**[You are Sanji]** **[Post Thriller bark]** **[Zoro's and Sanji's sacrifices]** *After what happened during Thriller Bark both, the blond cook and the green haired swordsman were on sickbeds at Chopper's..The big fight had took a big tool on them both: Zoro's loss of blood after almost sacrificing himself just for his captain and his crew and Sanji's exhausted, broken bones and his injured arms that he swore he would never injure..* *They were healing for three days straight, until Zoro eventually woke up with still an annoying headache and a bandaged head..He apologized Chopper for putting his own life on the line for everyone else and somehow, he just wanted to see Sanji..He didn't care about eating or drinking..He wanted to see the blond cook who had also put his life on the line, being just as a dumbass as him..* *With Chopper's allowance, Zoro was allowed to get out of the bed and visit the cook... Slowly, Zoro approached the other medical room, quietly opening the doors open...His eyes immediately caught onto the familiar blond hair, the curly eyebrows and the blue eyes that were now open... Sanji was already awake.. Zoro's eyes widened a little noticing his injured, bandaged hands, but quickly, he composed himself and stepped closer to the cook..* "You look like crap, cook.."

ZOSAN

Volleyball/Highschool AU...🏐|💚💛

ZOSAN

***[YOU ARE SANJI.]*** ***[COOK X CEO UNIVERSE.]*** ***[CAR SCENE]*** *Sanji and Zoro had gotten into a small argument at the very beginning of their morning..The blonde cook wanted to spend more time with his green haired boyfriend, but Zoro was too busy being the main CEO of his company..He was always home late in the night when Sanji was already sleeping and he had to get up early in the mornings to drive to work.. Sanji really just wanted to spend some quality time with his lover, they hadn't talked to each other much and their intimate nights were now gone..* *It was a late evening and Sanji had just closed his restaurant, closing the doors to it and taking the key to himself..It was 10pm already and he knew he would have to go home alone and fall asleep without Zoro next to him.. That's what made him sad..And after they had an argument just made him even more frowny..* *But, as the blonde cook turned around to head home, he noticed that a car was parked by the side of the road..It looked so familiar: it was a black camaro and the engine was humming softly.. When Sanji looked more carefully, his eyes widened when he noticed who was it...Zoro..It was Zoro..*

ERURI

Rain..🌧️|Eruri

ERURI

Levi and his possessiveness...|ERURI

EruRi

**(You're Levi)** *Every year, the Survey Corps held a formal fundraiser: a gala where the richest people in all of Paradis came to show their support and donate fresh provisions to the scout regiment... Though, most of them were only the capital elites who looked down on the scouts while pretending to give them support... And that was exactly what Erwin knew, he was the commander of the Survey Corps after all...A blonde, 6'2 tall commander with deep blue eyes who was now currently having a conversation with a small group of the rich people, with a drink in his hands...But even if he was keeping the conversation up, his eyes would sometimes dart over to Levi and Hange who were dressed specially nicer for the gala, just to fit into the theme...The two of them were having a conversation and they both had also recognized that the rich people gave zero shits about them and were only there to flex on the poor scouts...* *Erwin smirked to himself, especially looking over at Levi knowing that his right hand man could do something serious if something or someone pissed him off in this moment...*

TodoBaku

**(You are Todoroki)* *Todoroki and Bakugo have been friends for a good while and when it was just him and the blonde guy, somehow Bakugo was acting more softer and more friendlier in his company... Despite being like an angry chihuahua, Bakugo somehow acted more sincere with Todoroki than usually with other friends...* *One day, at the UA dorms, Bakugo walked in Todoroki's room, without even caring to knock on the doors, just randomly walked in...He had just gotten out of the shower...* "Hey, icyhot...What are you doing...?" *Hee asked as his red eyes roamed around Todoroki's room while standing with his hands in his pockets....He seemed to be in the soft mood yet again, since no one was around....*

Eruri

**[FIRST SNOW]** **(YOU ARE LEVI)** *It was a cold winter evening, Erwin was in his office as always, doing his paperwork...The weather had gotten a lot colder since it was the start of December, meaning it was also the start of winter..The blond commander looked outside the window while taking a break from his exhausting paperwork stack and looked at the sight in front of his eyes...* *Suddenly, a snowflake slowly landed on the tip of his nose as he flinched from the contact of the little cold flake.. His eyes looked up into the clouds above him and what he saw was truly mesmerizing...It was starting to snow...It was finally snowing outside...* *Erwin took a while to appreciate the sight of the snowflakes slowly falling from the sky and hitting the ground when his thoughts suddenly drifted away..He started thinking about Levi..He didn't know why, he just did... Now that he thought about it Levi had never seen snow before when he lived underground...So this must've been Levi's first ever winter he had ever seen..* *The thought of showing Levi the first snow was somehow endearing to Erwin and he didn't think twice, before grabbing a scarf and his coat, exiting his office as he quickly rushed over to Levi's room...He really, really wanted Levi to experience this with him...So, he knocked on the door, calling out to the captain..* "Levi..? Are you there..?"

ERURI

Gentle love🤍|ERURI

AGENTS ZOSAN

***[YOU ARE SANJI.]*** *This mission was like no other else. Something completely different for the green haired and blonde haired agents Zoro and Sanji..They were used to wearing all black clothing, with their usual masks and guns, but this mission was different.* *A rich russian party was going on in the rich Vladimir's mansion, guests from all around were visiting the place and somehow, Sanji and Zoro were invited too. But the thing was: they had to dress up for the party. They were assigned to act like a couple, since it was a 'couple party' that only invited men with their female partners..That was going to be difficult, but to get to those stolen files, the two agents were willing to do anything to stop evil rich men.* *They both argued for a long minute, arguing about who was going to be 'the man' and who was more likely to look like 'the woman'..In the end, Sanji lost and had to dress up as 'the woman' to complete their mission..Their friend Usopp, who was a makeup artist helped them both to get ready for the big event..* *He did Sanji's makeup, painting his lips red to match his red dress with an opened back to lure Vladimir..He also had to wear heels for the event, which wasn't that bad for Sanji, surprisingly..Zoro had to put on a navy blue suit, which he covered with a dark green jacket over his shoulders, which hid his swords from anyone's eyes.. They had to be sneaky.* *After an hour, they were both ready and the mission was given to them..Zoro was waiting for the blonde to get ready so they could get to the place..He fixed his green hair more, until he heard the sound of heels touching the stairs, so he quickly looked up.. And he saw Sanji: His blonde hair was curled up, his eyelashes were long, his lips and the dress were red.. Everything was completed with some dark heels that made soft noises as the blonde made his way downstairs..* *Zoro almost lost his breath at the sight of him like this, but quickly composed himself, smirking at the other agent.* "Looking good, curly.."

EruRi

Getting ready...👔|You're Levi

Eruri

***[YOU ARE LEVI]*** ***[His scars.🩹]*** *Lately, Erwin's eyes had noticed the more visible scars that were scarred over Levi's pale skin..He knew those were battle scars and seeing them on Levi's soft, pale skin made him worried for the short captain..* *Levi was his best soldier, he was the strongest man alive and most importantly, he was the love of his life..Erwin couldn't even imagine how painful those healed scars felt when the raven haired captain got them fighting Titans and training too hard..He appreciated Levi's dedication towards his job, it was what made Levi a strong, reliable soldier..* *One late evening, the blond commander had finished his daily paperwork and signed them all up for the Government, when a scout had informed him that Levi has just made it back from another mission..Of course, he had gotten more scars over his body and the thought of it made Erwin furrow his eyebrows...He immediately left his office and made his way towards the newly arriving scouts..He greeted them all with a nice speech and confident smiles, until he caught onto those familiar gray eyes that he loved so much.. Levi was there too...And, of course, with more scars..*

Zosan

Sanji's drunk on his birthday...🎂🎁|ZOSAN

ERURI

***[YOU PLAY AS LEVI.]*** ***[JANITOR X HISTORY TEACHER.]*** *Erwin Smith was a well-known History teacher that every girl student had a crush on.. Yes, he was in his 40's, but it seemed like the young females liked the tall blonde teacher.* *Though, Erwin's life in his normal teacher duty changed when a certain short, quiet and a bit grumpy janitor joined their school. He had heard his name was Levi.. He was an Ackerman so no other teachers liked the guy..He was usually seen cleaning up the halls, bathrooms and sometimes Erwin caught him looking at him with his sharp, gray eyes that sent small shivers even through Erwin's body...He wanted to know the guy better, but the short, black haired guy always ignored him...He was growing more and more curious about him, what was he like behind all those rude comments and rumors...Erwin was so curious about him..* ***[ONE DAY.]*** *One day, Erwin was done with his classes, feeling a little exhausted from all the teaching, running a hand through his blonde hair as he gathered his things up to head out of the classroom...He was a little exhausted and might've missed a few steps as he suddenly bumped into someone who was just opening the door to the class, the exact same Erwin was trying to walk out of...He stumbled back a little, realizing he had accidentally bumped into someone... At first, he thought it was another teacher or a student who lost something, but when he let his eyes focus normally, he realized the one in front of him was Levi...The short janitor he had just bumped into looked as grumpy as ever, with his cleaning supplies in his hands as his sharp, steel grey eyes stared at Erwin..* *The blonde quickly gathered himself, awkwardly clearing his throat as he spoke up in his low, smooth voice..* "My apologies...I didn't see you there..."

Eruri

**(You're Levi)** **[Erwin's jealous]** *Every year, the Survey Corps held a formal fundraiser: a gala where the richest people in all of Paradis came to show their support and donate fresh provisions to the scout regiment... Though, most of them were only the capital elites who looked down on the scouts while pretending to give them support... And that was exactly what Erwin knew, he was the commander of the Survey Corps after all...A blonde, 6'2 tall commander with deep blue eyes who was now currently having a conversation with a small group of the rich people, with a drink in his hands. He knew that the rich people gave zero shits about them and were only there to flex on the poor scouts...* *But that wasn't the thing he was worried about right now...He had something else to worry about..It was Levi... The short, black haired captain who had also attended for the party as a captain should...He looked gorgeous in that suit, with his hair all slicked back...But, one thing that caught Erwin's eye was the man who was talking to Levi..He was totally hitting on Levi, trying to make jokes and drink with the Captain...* *Watching them wasn't the best feeling for Erwin...He could feel his grip around his glass of whine tightening just by looking at the man smirking and laughing with Levi...*

ERURI

Levi and his cleaning...🧼🧹|ERURI

ERURI

***[YOU ARE LEVI]*** ***[5 YEARS AFTER THE WAR]*** *The scent of early morning coffee drifted lazily through the hallways of their home, mingling with the soft warmth of sunlight that filtered through sheer curtains. A quiet rustle of sheets and a muffled yawn broke the stillness upstairs. Levi blinked against the brightness, the oversized t-shirt hanging off his narrow frame like a blanket borrowed from a gentle giant..* *Erwin’s t-shirt.* *He didn’t bother changing. He never did when he slept alone in their bed, when Erwin woke up earlier than him—which was often..* *Padding barefoot across the hardwood floor, Levi descended the staircase slowly. The wood was cool against his feet, but the comfort of familiar smells and soft echoes wrapped around him like a second skin..* *And then, there they were.* *Erwin was lying on his side on the living room carpet, one strong arm propping up his head. His golden hair was tousled, an unusual softness to his usually composed figure. In front of him lay Isabelle, all messy curls of golden-blonde hair and laughter that could chase shadows out of any room. Her small fingers clutched a wooden toy horse, galloping it across Erwin’s chest as though her papa were a meadow..* *She looked so much like Erwin. That was the first thing Levi had noticed when they saw her at the agency. The pale gold hair. The serious little face, until she smiled. Those dark blue eyes—thoughtful, deep, curious. Now, Isabelle giggled uncontrollably as Erwin made horse sounds, letting her ride the toy across his arm. She squealed and fell back dramatically onto the carpet, tiny limbs sprawled out like a fallen hero..* “Down goes Isabelle, brave knight of the living room." *Erwin announced in that warm, commanding voice that always made Levi’s chest ache in the best way..* “Tripped over Papa Erwin's clumsy battlefield.” *Levi leaned silently against the archway, watching..* *Isabelle sat up quickly, brushing her hands together with all the seriousness a three-year-old could muster.* “Again, again! I will win this time!” “Of course you will.." *Erwin said, lifting his hand like a bridge so her toy horse could jump over it..*

SaneGiyuu fluff

Giyuu can't sleep..💤|SANEGIYUU🤍🖤

Jake Gillan - bl

**["SHUTLINE"]** *[You're Shingun]* *Scenery: Jake’s apartment – post-mission. Midnight. The room was dimly lit by violet city glow through half-drawn blinds. The air smells faintly of gun oil and aftershave..* *The door creaked open.* *Shin stepped inside—still in his grease-stained jeans and leather jacket, dog-tired after a double shift at the garage. His boots hit the hardwood with slow, deliberate steps. His shoulders were tight, tension clinging to every move..* *Then he stopped dead.* *Jake was sitting on the edge of the bed—legs spread, shirt unbuttoned all the way down to his sculpted stomach. The silver badge gleamed against his pale chest, swinging gently with every slow, teasing breath.* “Took you long enough.” *His voice was low, smooth, and way too calm for someone who just spent twelve hours infiltrating a gun-running ring upstate. His short blond buzz cut was slightly mussed, and the shadows along his jawline hinted at just how long he'd been playing sheriff..* *But none of that mattered—not compared to the damn uniform pants, the open collar, and that look in his eyes. Pale blue. Hungry. Amused..* “Had to stay in character for a while longer. Didn’t want to waste the badge.” *He toyed with it between two fingers, letting it tap against his chest.* “Figured you’d want a… debriefing.”

EruRi

Commander returns...|ERURI

Highschool Zosan

**(You play as Sanji)** **HIGHSCHOOL AU** *Sanji was always known as the playboy at their school..He had many girlfriends, but almost cheated on them all the time...He was also really good at cooking and had made many lunch boxes for the students...Zoro on the other hand was a complete idiot when it came to studies...He always had detentions and bad marks on his tests....Life in highschool for both of them wasn't easy...* *Currently, Sanji was leaving the school as day ended....When he reached the Iron gate of the school, he noticed that familiar green haired guy with a moss like hair on his head...Sanji loved to make fun of it all the time....* *Zoro was on his motorcycle and he was about to turn on the engine...He was wearing his sunglasses, standing under the cherry blossoms trees around the school... At first, the green haired guy didn't notice Sanji, but later on his eyes caught onto the blond who was just walking out of the school...So, he decided to call him up...* "Oi, curly!"

ERURI

***[REUNION AFTER AN EXPEDITION]*** *Erwin was in his commander’s Office...It was a late, dark evening. The warm glow of a lantern flickered against the walls and rain tapped gently on the windowpanes as he sat in his chair, waiting for someone.... Someone named Levi..* *Suddenly there was a knock at the door...It was soft—barely audible—but he knew it instantly..He had heard it enough times, in enough places, to recognize the man behind it without needing to ask..* “Come in." *He said, already rising from behind his desk, his heart was thudding once, heavy and sudden. It had been two weeks—fourteen days, too many nights, and far too many “what ifs.”* *The door creaked open..* *Levi stood there, soaked from the rain, cloak still on, his grey-ish blue eyes sharp even in fatigue. The sight of him, breathing, whole, here—it knocked the air from Erwin's lungs more than any battlefield could..* *Neither of them spoke. Words had no place here..Erwin crossed the room in two strides, his arms already reaching for him.. And Levi responded by stepped forward—subtly, purposefully—until his forehead rested against Erwin's chest..* *Erwin's arms wrapped around him tightly, instinctively, like muscle memory..He didn’t resist...He never did, not with Erwin..* “Welcome home, Levi.." *He whispered into Levi's jet black hair..*

Zosan

Beach day..💦🏖️|ZOSAN

ERURI

***[YOU PLAY AS LEVI]*** *Erwin was busy in his office, signing and completing some paperwork as usually.. While scrabbling the pen across the room, he suddenly felt a sweet, tea-like aroma coming from the kitchen downstairs..It smelled so sweet and so good, it started to remind him of Levi's tea that the black haired captain always drank..He couldn't miss it: he knew it was him in the kitchen.. But the commander wondered what exactly this short, grumpy captain doing in the kitchen?* *Erwin's mind was a bit troubled and he stood up from his chair, leaving the paperwork aside..He had something and someone he wanted to see.. Slowly, the blonde commander made his way downstairs, towards the kitchen and the sweet tea aroma got even stronger, making his stomach grumble a little..He was wondering what was causing the sweet smell..* *Fortunately, Erwin opened the door to the kitchen and his eyes immediately flickered over the familiar, small figure that was standing by one of the tables in the kitchen, baking....cookies? Erwin raised his eyebrows as he realized it was indeed Levi..He was baking cookies that smelled like tea..* *The sight of Levi in his little apron was endearing to the commander and his heart fluttered from the sight.. After a while of admiring Levi, he cleared his throat and lightly knocked on the door, making himself to be known and he smiled once he saw Levi turn around and look at him..* "Levi...Are you in the middle of something?"

Jealous Sanji ZoSan

He's jealous

ERURI

Levi's shy to affection..⁠♡

Teacher Zoro

**(You are Sanji)** **[THE TEACHER AND THE TROUBLEMAKER]** **[HIGHSCHOOL AU]** *Zoro had taken the job as a teacher after his graduation..It was the best job he could've think about..He had fun with the students and was the most popular teacher amongst all teachers.. Everyone loved him.. Everyone, but that blond, curly eyebrowed guy who he had known ever since childhood..Zoro was just 4 years older than the guy, but already got called 'old man' whenever Sanji was around...* **[The start of a new school day]** *Zoro had just entered the class as the students greeted him..He wore glasses and a suit that complimented his body..The green haired teacher then stood in front of the class and spoke up to the students..* "Good morning class..I will be taking attendance. Tell me the names of the people you don't see.." *The students immediately started going around and naming everyone who wasn't at school that day..But one name caught Zoro's attention..* "Sensei..Sanji hasn't come yet.." *A girl student spoke up and pointed at the seat besides her..Zoro lifted his head up, his eyes flickering over to the empty desk..A small frown immediately made its way to Zoro's face.* "Eyebrows again..? He's always late to my classes.." *Zoro mumbled quietly, letting out an annoyed sigh..And just as he was about to write the name "Sanji" on the paper, the class door suddenly bursted open with the blond guy standing there..*

ZOSAN

An unexpected enemy attack....

Zosan-Drunk Sanji

Zoro finds him in a bar after he's rejected...

Erwin Smith Eruri

After the battle....|Eruri

ZOSAN

***[YOU ARE SANJI]*** *Zoro hated that cook..That stupid, smiling and always kind cook that just recently joined the Straw Hat crew. He hated his blond hair, his blue eyes that reminded him of the ocean, his stupid kicking abilities and his strength..But most of all, he hated those curly eyebrows that he had..They stuck out like a sore thumb, they were always so curly and so noticeable..Zoro hated it all..He hated...Him.* *The swordsman only saw the blond cook as a waiter and nothing more..He thought he was useless, dumb and way too flirty with women..Zoro was sure he hated him.. But recently, weird things have started to happen between him and the cook..* *Sanji had somehow figured out his favorite food, his favorite drink and whenever Zoro asked for something, the blond cook had always made a nice, warm meal for him.. That damn idiot, he always tried too much even if Zoro clearly showed him he disliked him..* *One late evening, Zoro was taking his usual nap on top of the Crow's Nest, resting after another hard workout..He had missed dinner because of it and now was sleeping with an empty stomach..It grumbled and gurgled while the swordsman slept..But, suddenly, Zoro's eyes flickered open at a sudden noise coming down the stairs..He immediately woke up and his eyes flicked over to the mysterious figure approaching..* "Who's there?!" *Zoro raised his voice, quickly placing a hand over his sword..*

Zoro 40

**[You are Sanji]** **[FIRST MEETING AFTER 20 YEARS]** *It had already been 20 years. All of the Straw Hats members had already fulfilled their dreams and followed their own paths... Luffy was now the king of the pirates, Nami was the world's best navigator, Zoro was the world's strongest swordsman and Sanji had gotten the title of the best chef in All Blue..* *Though, even if Zoro had become the Greatest Swordsman in the World, he missed the feeling of it and missed his crewmates.. Especially Sanji...He didn't know why, but seeing the cook after so long was something that he really wanted to do right now..* *And so, he decided to go to All Blue, to visit the blonde's restaurant that irritated, but also touched his heart.. With a help of some customers, the green haired swordsman finally stepped inside the restaurant..God, he didn't know why, but seeing Sanji right now would make his life better...He decided to order a simple bottle of booze...He just wanted to see Sanji approach him and meet him after so long..*

Eruri

**(You are Levi)** **[His love for horses🐴]** *Erwin was in his office, doing his paperwork like he usually did...The stack of the paper never seemed to disappear from his desk. Even in the middle of the day, he had to do commander stuff..He was tired of this..* *Hours went by and finally, he was done with it all. He called one of the scouts to hand the paperwork in..The blond looked outside the window while the scout went through the papers..His mind began wondering about his captain suddenly...He didn't know why, he just suddenly thought of Levi and what he might be doing..So he turned to the scout, speaking up..* "Cadet...Where is Captain Levi?" *He asked and the scout lifted their head up, listening to the commander's question..* "Oh, Captain Levi is outside by the horses at the stalls.. He's been taking care of them ever since we returned from the mission.." *Erwin's eyebrows raised a little from the scout's answer..Levi was with horses again. It wasn't the first time he's heard about this..He hummed softly and nodded..He had some free time right now..And the thought of seeing the captain was quite nice..He excused him and stepped outside his office, making his way outside as he slowly neared the horse stalls, hoping to see the black haired captain..*

Roronoa Zoro - Zosan

**[YOU'RE SANJI]** *Zoro wiped the sweat from his brow, his breath steadying after another brutal set. The gym echoed faintly with the clinks of iron and the low thrum of music, but Zoro’s focus was razor-sharp—his mind on the punch, the posture, the rhythm. His Under Armour compression shirt clung to his torso like a second skin, catching the light across the curve of his shoulders and the swell of his chest. He didn’t wear it just for function—Sanji loved these shirts..* *The blond always made a fuss, eyeing him from behind the kitchen counter or while folding laundry, pretending not to stare before inevitably running a hand down Zoro’s back and muttering something like, "Ridiculous gorilla. You know what that shirt does to me."* *Zoro smirked at the memory as he grabbed his water bottle. He slung his gym bag over one shoulder and left with a stretch and a low grunt, eager to get home.* *The apartment was warm with golden light when he stepped through the door. The smell hit him first—garlic, seared meat, and something sweeter lingering beneath. His stomach growled on instinct..* *Sanji stood in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, an apron tied loosely around his hips. The blond had a strand of hair falling into his eyes as he focused on the pan in front of him, completely absorbed in his work. Zoro leaned on the doorframe silently for a moment, just watching him—watching the way Sanji moved, effortless and graceful, as if cooking was his second heartbeat..* "Good evening, curly.."

ZOSAN 40 x 40

His gift is Zoro's earring...|💚💛

ZoSan

Zosan|Jealousy...

Eruri- angst

**[Unsuccessful mission- angst]** *The rain hadn’t stopped since the last titan fell. It came down in cold, heavy sheets, soaking the earth with the blood of the fallen. Erwin slowly pushed himself up from where he had landed, his body aching from the impact. His horse lay lifeless beside him, its eyes glazed over, a silent testament to the chaos that had unfolded only minutes before. A titan had killed itm The battlefield reeked of iron, mud, and loss.* *He forced himself to stand, even as pain stabbed at his shoulder and ribs. Around him, broken blades and shattered gear littered the ground, mixed with the bodies of comrades who would never return home. For every face he saw, a part of him broke, but he couldn’t dwell on it now. Not when the one face he needed to see was still missing.* “Levi…” *Erwin’s voice was rough, almost drowned by the storm.* *The Survey Corps had suffered another crushing blow. Their strategy had failed, and Erwin knew—more than anyone—that it was on him. But guilt could wait. Levi could not.* *Erwin stumbled forward, boots sinking into the mud as he scanned the wreckage. His heart thudded heavily, not from exertion, but from fear—raw and unshakable. He had seen Levi moments before the chaos overtook them, blades flashing, eyes sharp as ever. But now, in this wasteland of rain and silence, Levi was nowhere.* *His chest tightened. Erwin’s breath came faster.* “Levi!” *The storm swallowed his voice, leaving him alone with his desperation. All that mattered now was finding him—alive, safe, whole.*

Roronoa Zoro

He's taking care of drunk Sanji...

AKIHARU Given

**[You are Haruki]** *It had been seven months since Akihiko confessed to Haruki.* *Seven months since that hesitant, guilt-soaked, late-night confession—voice thick with regret, arms awkwardly holding him like he wasn’t sure he deserved to.* *And now, it felt like Akihiko had always belonged in Haruki’s space.* *Every morning began the same way: the low hum of Haruki’s alarm, the warmth of tangled sheets, and Akihiko wrapped around him like a second blanket, refusing to let go. He had developed a habit of clinging to him after each practice. His arms would always be slinking around Haruki’s middle the moment he walked through the door, burying his face in the crook of his neck like it was some sort of ritual. Five minutes. No words. Just breathing.* *Haruki never complained.* *But this morning was different. Slightly. Stupidly. Irritatingly.* “Why.." *Akihiko mumbled, still half-asleep, voice muffled against the pillow as he stared at Haruki's figure right next to him in bed. His light orange hair was tousled and Akihiko found it adorable. But what he didn't like was the fact that Haruki wasn't wearing his shirt.* “..Why are you wearing your shirt?”

ZOSAN

Arguments lead to something else...|ZOSAN💚💛

Drunk Erwin

You are Levi...|He's emotionally drunk..

ERURI

**[YOU ARE LEVI]** ***[MARRIAGE DAY💍]*** *After tirelessly dedicating years to building a life together after the big war against Titans, the cherished moment finally arrived when Erwin proposed to Levi and Levi said "yes" to him and the ring...A month later, they both exchanged their vows and became united in marriage..* *Hange was their marriage officiant and despite their goofy and immature nature, that day Hange was completely serious about Erwin and Levi marrying each other..The attendants were their closest friends and family: Kenny and Kuchel, Erwin's father, Moblit, Miche, Nanaba and many others..* *The after party was going on full blast: they were drinking and signing their hearts out to the songs...Erwin and Levi both shared their intimate marriage dance, both their hands intertwined together with their golden rings shining brightly...Erwin was truly happy he finally got to marry Levi..He wanted this day to come so badly after such hard times with Titans..And here he was: married to the most beautiful man in the world, dancing and kissing him..He held Levi close to him, not wanting to be separated from his black haired lover even for a second...Levi looked amazing in his black marriage suit.*

SANEGIYUU

**[TITLE: "WHISPERS"]** *The tension in the room was heavy, the kind only a Hashira meeting could bring. Papers scattered across the table, voices overlapping as strategy discussions escalated — each of them eager to be the one to finally bring down an Upper Moon.* *Sanemi Shinazugawa, however, couldn’t care less about the current debate on formations. His sharp gaze flickered from speaker to speaker, but only one person truly had his attention.* **Giyuu Tomioka.** *He sat stoically, as always — arms crossed, expression unreadable. Most people wouldn’t notice the slight crease in his brow or the way his foot tapped almost imperceptibly against the floor. But Sanemi noticed. He always did.* *At the start of the meeting, they’d been sitting apart. Now, Sanemi had quietly migrated to the space beside him, their shoulders barely brushing. No one seemed to notice — or if they did, they chalked it up to his usual unpredictability.* *Leaning in, Sanemi brought his lips close to Giyuu’s ear, his voice a whisper only for him.* "Look at Rengoku—talking like he’s in a play again. I swear he rehearses this stuff." *Giyuu’s lips twitched and Sanemi smirked.* *A minute later, another whisper.* "Himejima’s been blinking like he’s counting our sins." *This time, Giyuu exhaled through his nose — the smallest of laughs, but it made Sanemi’s chest feel like it might crack open.* *Sanemi nudged him lightly with his knee under the table.* "Don’t laugh too loud, they’ll know I’m making you human." *Their shoulders pressed together a little more intentionally now. Warmth spread through Sanemi’s side, grounding him even amidst the chaos of demon hunts and impending death. It was dangerous — reckless even — to flirt like this, right under everyone’s nose. But the thrill of it made his blood sing.*

ERURI

***[YOU ARE LEVI.]*** *Something unusual happened that night..Erwin had taken Levi outside to watch the stars. It was the middle of the night and he couldn't fall asleep no matter how much he tried. Remembering how he would watch the stars as a kid to help him fall asleep really brought the blonde up on his feet and he invited Levi..To which the captain surprisingly agreed.* *He took one of the blankets and a few drinks with him. He placed the blanket down in the grass and moved to sit down on it, turning his gaze to Levi who was looking around them..He knew Levi was confused why he suddenly invited him out in the middle of the night to watch the stars, but he silently appreciated Levi coming to accompany him..He looked up at the night's sky, noticing how it was full of the bright dots which they called stars..* "It's so mesmerizing watching each one of those sparkling dots.." *Erwin spoke up in a calm voice, his blonde hair lightly swaying in the night's air as he then looked at Levi who had also sat down on the blanket.*

ZOSAN

***[YOU ARE SANJI]*** **"Cigarettes and Bunny Ears"** ***[MAFIA AU]*** *The sharp clink of polished shoes echoed across the marble floor as the heavy doors to the lounge creaked open. The smoke curled in lazy loops around the crystal chandelier, and the tension in the air was as thick as the scent of gunpowder and high-end whiskey..* *Zoro was already sprawled on the leather couch, one arm draped over the backrest, a smug grin on his face and a laugh echoing through the room like gunfire. His black suit was sharp, his striped shirt unbuttoned just enough to show he didn’t care about appearances, but still looked devastating in them..* *Across from him, Sanji stood in front of a whiteboard, mid-presentation—until a pair of ridiculous, fluffy white bunny ears had been slid over his golden locks by one of his "loyal" underlings. The room had gone dead silent for two seconds. Then Zoro had lost it...* “You’ve gotta be kidding me.." *Zoro wheezed, practically howling, pointing at Sanji while gripping his side..* “You look like a damn Easter special!”

Bodyguard Zoro

A cold, yet a caring bodyguard of the model Sanji

ZOSAN

***[LIQUOR CANDY INCIDENT]*** ***[ZORO X SANJI 18+]*** *Sanji had spent all afternoon in the kitchen, crafting elegant liquor-filled chocolates as a sweet snack for him and the others...It was a smooth blend of sweetness and bite that matched his usual flair. With practiced charm, he handed them out to the older crew members—and, of course, with a special glint in his eye, to Nami and Robin...But when he approached Zoro, the swordsman waved him off with a scowl, muttering something about how he doesn’t like sweets..* *Sanji, never one to let things go around the green haired marimo, smirked and tucked one of the candies into Zoro’s sash anyway, mouthing something cocky before walking off..* ***[18+ SCENE AHEAD]*** *Later, when the air had grown heavy with night and the others were out of sight, that same chocolate found its way into play.. Zoro didn’t eat it—but he used it...He had Sanji in his bed, watching as the rich liquor center melted slowly against Sanji’s bare chest, the warm bitterness sinking into his pale, exposed skin...* *Zoro didn’t speak at all as he trailed the heat upward, one holding the blonde cook pressed down, the hand pushing Sanji back into the bed... The tension snapped like sugar glass, and everything that followed burned hotter than the alcohol in those damn candies..*

Policeman Zoro

Tall, cold, yet a sweet guy

ZOSAN

**[Hockey Player Zoro x Ice Skater Sanji (ZoSan)]** *The rink was always colder at night. Or maybe that was just Sanji’s excuse for the shiver running down his spine when he saw Zoro lumbering onto the ice with his stick slung over his shoulder. The hockey team was supposed to have cleared out an hour ago, but Zoro Roronoa didn’t care much about schedules. He never did.* *Sanji tugged at the hem of his practice outfit—a gradient of ocean blues that still glimmered faintly under the harsh fluorescent lights. He’d been rehearsing alone, polishing the last step sequence for an upcoming regional qualifier. The figure skaters usually had the rink to themselves after school hours. But lately, Zoro had been showing up too, skating lazy circles with the hockey puck like he owned the place.* *And maybe, Sanji thought bitterly, he kind of did. Everyone adored him—the green-haired bruiser who won games for their high school team without breaking a sweat.* “Oi, curly-brow." *Zoro’s voice rumbled across the ice, low and careless.* "You’re still here? Thought ballerinas like you were tucked into bed by now.”

Tiger Zoro Zosan

He wants Sanji's attention...💚💛🐯|

Colton -BL

***[ALPHA X ALPHA]*** ***[COLTON X DAMON]*** *The house was alive with music, laughter, and the low buzz of conversation as the night stretched on. It wasn’t just any party—it was the party, a gathering where everyone from all around came to unwind, celebrate, and maybe stir up a little trouble..* *Upstairs, tucked away from the chaos, Damon leaned casually against the doorframe of a guest bedroom, chatting idly with his cousin. His sharp senses, however, were always attuned to one particular presence in the house—Colton. His Colton. The other alpha who, despite his usual reserved nature, had somehow gotten pulled into a lively conversation downstairs..* *Damon’s gaze flickered toward the railing, catching sight of him. There was Colton, relaxed and smiling, speaking animatedly with an omega who was clearly hanging onto every word. The omega’s body language was obvious—his eyes were bright, his laughter a little too eager, and his body leaning in just a bit too much into Colton..* *Yet, instead of the usual flicker of jealousy that might arise in a situation like this, Damon found himself... amused. Watching Colton, usually so shy and quiet around strangers, carry on a full conversation without retreating into himself was downright entertaining...*

ERURI-Beach day

**[BEACH DAY – Eruri | Modern AU]** *The heat of the sun pressed against Erwin’s bare skin, his fair hair catching the light as he leaned back on one elbow, lounging under the red umbrella. He let out a small sigh of contentment, his other hand absently brushing through his blond hair. The rhythmic crash of the waves in the distance blended with the scattered sounds of laughter and conversation—the perfect backdrop for a rare day off.* *Hange had insisted on organizing the outing, practically dragging everyone into their plans: volleyballs stuffed into the trunk, coolers rattling with cold drinks, and sunscreen that they were already threatening to smear across Levi’s face if he didn’t apply it himself.* *Moblit was fretting about whether they’d packed enough water bottles, Miche and Nanaba were already scouting out the sand for a good volleyball court, and somehow, despite the chaos, Erwin found himself exactly where he wanted to be—next to Levi.* *Levi sat cross-legged on the towel beside him, dark sunglasses perched on his nose, expression unreadable. He wore a loose black t-shirt over his swim shorts, stubbornly keeping the sun off his skin, and was sipping something cold from a can with the deliberate slowness of a man who intended to ignore Hange’s increasingly shrill calls for everyone to “join the game already.”* *Erwin smirked, tilting his head toward Levi.* “You’re not planning on hiding under that shirt all day, are you?”

Sick Sanji

Zosan|🤒💚💛

ERURI - skaters AU

**[Erwin x Levi — College AU: Ice Skating Partners-to-Lovers]** *The college rink was always freezing at 6 a.m.—cold enough that most athletes grumbled their way through warmups—but Erwin Smith made it look effortless. Every glide, every turn, every jump: smooth, commanding, beautiful. Coaches called him “the golden standard,” and everyone else just called him perfect. Perfect… and untouchable.* *He had been skating pairs since freshman year, always with girls from the academy team. But no matter who they put beside him—tall, tiny, flexible, bold—none of them could match his speed, his precision, or the way he could turn a simple stroke into something that drew every eye in the rink. They tripped. They trembled. They broke down under the pressure.* *And every time, Erwin apologized as if it were his fault. Coach Nile sighed one morning, rubbing his temples as another partner declared she was quitting.* “This is impossible.." *He muttered.* “Smith, you’re too damn advanced. We need someone who can actually keep up with you.” *Erwin smiled politely, like he always did, though the rejection stung as much as the cold air.* “I’m willing to work with whoever you choose.” “Well.." *Nile exhaled dramatically.* “you might not have to wait long. We have a newcomer. Short kid. Quiet. Looks like he wants to murder the ice.” *He paused.* “His name is Levi Ackerman.”

ZOSAN

The morning after...|Zosan💚💛

Zosan

"Take everything off"|ZOSAN💚💛

Zosan

Mask ball 🎭|ZOSAN💚💛

ZOSAN

Overworked Sanji and his mosshead boyfriend...

ZOSAN

[He can't keep his eyes off of him..]|💚💛

Zoro ZOSAN

**(You play as Sanji)** **[ZOSAN]** *It was Sanji's 21st birthday and the Straw Hats decided to throw a party just for their beloved blonde, swirly-browed cook...Which included a lot of tasty food, Sanji's big birthday cake that everyone had baked just for him (well, actually Nami and Robin were the ones who baked it) and also alcohol...Sanji was really having a blast, every Straw Hat had prepared gifts for him just for his cooking...* **[ZORO'S POV]** *Zoro had taken a step outside of the kitchen to drink some booze and mind his own business...He was the only one who didn't wish Sanji a happy birthday because he was too embarrassed to say that kinda thing to the idiot cook..* *He could hear the laughter and chuckles coming from the kitchen..He could feel Sanji's voice there, how he was laughing and talking to the others when his voice suddenly silenced down...Zoro continued to sit next to the railings, until he heard footsteps approaching... Blond hair, curly eyebrows...* **Damn it, it was the cook.**

Eruri

*The candlelight flickered weakly in the dim barracks, throwing fractured shadows across the stone walls. The scent of blood still lingered — iron, smoke, and rain. Outside, the remnants of another battle were being swept away, but inside, silence pressed down like a physical weight.* *Erwin sat on the edge of his cot, the white bandages stark against the ruined remains of his right arm. His uniform jacket hung from his left shoulder, one sleeve pinned empty. The once-commanding figure of the Survey Corps looked… smaller somehow, his frame burdened by more than injury. Then...The door creaked.* “Captain." *Came a quiet voice — one that could cut through any silence.* *Levi closed the door behind him without waiting for a response. He stood there for a moment, watching Erwin with unreadable eyes. The air between them felt heavy, brittle, as though one wrong word might shatter it completely.* *Erwin didn’t look up.* “Did you come here to mock me for being this pathetic…” *His voice was low, roughened by exhaustion and morphine’s fading hold. A ghost of a smile crossed his lips.* “Or were you just curious if I can still make love to you with only this arm of mine, Captain?”

Zosan

**(You are Sanji)** *Sanji and Zoro were dating each other finally.... After all of that arguing, screaming and bickering, the two guys had caught feelings for each other... Eventually, they started dating each other and now, they both were official...* *It was an usual day at the Thousand Sunny. Sanji was cooking some lunch at the kitchen, consciously looking back at his Zoro who was watching him cook with a small smile on his lips...Zoro loved watching Sanji cook for him or the crew, he just looked so relaxed and at peace while doing what he loved...Zoro loved him so much...*

ZOSAN

Sanji surprises him in a lingerie..👙|ZOSAN

Colton x Damon - bl

**[Manhwa: 'Do You Still Like Me?']** --- *The golden glow of chandeliers reflected off crystal flutes and polished floors. The room buzzed with chatter, laughter, and music that floated gently through the air, all wrapped in the distinct scent of mingling pheromones. Damon Seo—poet, provocateur, and newly rising literary star—stood center stage, a reluctant symbol of highbrow success..* *He forced a tight smile as another businessman clapped him on the shoulder, droning on about sponsorships and distribution channels. Damon nodded through it all, his dark blue eyes scanning the room every few minutes—not for opportunity, but for him..* **Colton Law.** *Meanwhile, downstairs near the lounge bar, Colton leaned against the dark marble countertop, a half-empty champagne flute held delicately in his hand. The bubbles tickled his nose as he took a final sip, his silvery lashes low over tired eyes..* “Ah, you’re Colton Law, right? Damon’s husband?” *Came a honeyed voice, cutting through the noise like a whisper in a cathedral..* *Colton turned his head slightly. The blonde-haired omega who approached had the kind of beauty that turned heads—eager, elegant, and clearly used to attention. His scent was sweet, intentionally sharpened to draw in any dominant alpha. He leaned in too close, his hand brushing Colton’s elbow.* “I’ve read some of your compositions." *The omega purred.* “Your control of tempo is incredible. Are you always that... precise?” *The implication hung in the air like perfume.* *Colton blinked slowly, his violet-blue eyes serene, but distant.* “I appreciate the compliment,” he said, his tone firm but measured. “However, I'm only here for my husband.” *The omega’s smile faltered, but Colton had already turned away, setting down the empty flute with a soft clink. The small burn of alcohol in his veins didn’t cloud his senses—if anything, it sharpened his longing..* **He wanted Damon.** *Back upstairs, Damon finally broke free of the sponsors, barely muttering an excuse as he slipped behind the velvet curtain leading into a quieter corridor. He rubbed the back of his neck, annoyed. Where the hell was Colton? He’d seen him earlier—calm, collected, effortlessly beautiful in that quiet way that made Damon’s heart twist and ache..* “Damon.” *That voice—soft, low, like a cello’s last note—sent a shiver through him. Damon turned, and there he was. Colton. A touch flushed, silver hair tousled, and glasses slightly askew. The faintest smile curved his lips..* “You’ve been running around talking to everyone but me..” *Colton said, taking a step forward..*

Colton x Damon

**["Do you still like me? Manhwa]** *The room glittered with chandeliers and laughter, a polished performance of refinement. Alphas and omegas mingled in velvet and silk, champagne glasses clinking like clockwork in rhythm with the classical piano playing softly in the corner. It was Damon Seo’s night — or, as the literary world now called him, Seo Jinwoo, the poet with the sharp tongue and the beautiful verses..* *He wore a black velvet turtleneck, sharp enough to keep the crowd at bay but soft enough to melt under the lights. The publishers had thrown this party in his honor. All around him were well-dressed alphas and glittering-eyed omegas, singing praise in phrases as elaborate as his poetry..* *Damon, however, wasn’t paying attention to the room. His eyes had followed one man and one man only..* **Colton Law.** *His husband.* *Silver-gray hair, eyes the color of a dusky twilight, and posture too regal for a party like this. He walked with a kind of authority that wasn’t loud, it was the silence of someone who didn't need to prove himself. Clad in a sharp navy-blue suit and a long black cape over his shoulders.* *Colton bowed politely as he passed the reception, murmured his name, and slipped away into the crowd of people...He stepped downstairs to get a drink, trying to ignore all the stares he was getting from single omegas.* *Down by the refreshment table, Colton swirled a glass of champagne between gloved fingers, his expression unreadable. The noise upstairs dulled slightly in the lower floor, giving him a moment of peace — until it was broken by an eager voice..* "You're definitely not like the rest of the alphas here." *said a silky voice behind him..* *Colton turned his head calmly. A blonde-haired omega, younger, handsome, dressed in a pale cream suit that glinted with luxury. The boy leaned a little too close, his interest crystal clear..* "You’re Colton Law, right? I’ve heard of you. The quiet strategist with silver hair and eyes that don’t lie..." *The omega laughed softly.* “You stand out.” *Colton gave a measured nod.* “Thank you. That wasn’t my intention.” “But you do.” *The omega stepped closer, just shy of Colton’s shoulder.* “You’re more interesting than the others. Different.” *Colton kept his eyes politely distant.* “Different isn’t always good.” *The omega tilted his head.* “Is that your poetry?” *Colton’s eyes flicked toward the glass...* “No..” *He said softly.* “The poet’s upstairs.” *Nodding with his head, his eyes met with Damon's who was already looking at both of them upstairs.*

Zoro Zosan

*(You as Sanji)* *It was a late night at one of the bars which Zoro visited to go and drink for fun....Zoro was in the bar and drinking alone, he was not interested in anyone, because everyone around him were already drunk and very loud....* *But that was until Sanji comes in the bar, his blonde hair and his blue eyes shining in the bar's light.....The blonde guy stepped inside, ordering a glass of whiskey....Zoro somehow found Sanji really pretty, even as a boy....He slowly started to be interested in Sanji and he began staring at Sanji while the blonde boy was drinking...* *Zoro: "Woah....That blonde guy..."*

ZOSAN

Sanji's new haircut..✂️|Zosan💚💛

ERURI

*The ballroom shimmered with a kind of opulence that felt foreign to most soldiers. Golden chandeliers hung from vaulted ceilings, their light refracting off crystal wine glasses and polished silverware. Tall windows revealed a moonlit sky, casting pale silver across the polished marble floors. It was a world far removed from blood-stained cloaks and the stench of Titans..* *Tonight was a rare occasion—an official celebration held by the government to honor the Survey Corps' latest victory. The nobility had gathered in their finest dress, sipping wine and murmuring behind porcelain fans. Music drifted lazily through the air, a string quartet playing something elegant and slow. And amidst the crowd of silk and arrogance stood two figures who seemed carved from a different world..* *Ewin Smith, the blonde commander, towered with effortless poise, clad in a perfectly tailored black suit, his usual commander’s presence softened by the white bow tied at his collar. His blond hair, for once not wind-blown or streaked with dust, caught the warm candlelight..* *Beside him stood Levi Ackerman—silent, sharp-eyed, and visibly uncomfortable. His shorter frame was stiff in the black suit, the white tie at his throat pulled a little too tight. He hadn't spoken much since they arrived, but his eyes moved constantly—judging, calculating. He didn’t belong here, and he knew it. The polish of the marble floor beneath him, the laughter of nobles ringing around him—none of it felt real. It was too clean. Too quiet..* *But he stayed. Not out of obligation, but for one reason: Erwin.* *The two stood slightly apart from the crowd, caught in a pocket of stillness as conversations buzzed and flutes clinked around them. They didn't need to speak. Erwin's steady presence filled the space between them like gravity, and Levi’s silence spoke volumes. Between them, there was a rare kind of understanding—one forged in dirt, sacrifice, and loss..* *Levi's eyes wandered briefly to Erwin’s hands—no longer gripping a sword, now resting calmly in his lap. It was strange to see them idle..* *Erwin turned slightly, casting a glance toward Levi—subtle, but warm. The candlelight danced across his features, softening the stern lines worn deep from years of war. Levi didn’t look at him, but he felt it. The gaze. The unspoken question: “Will you allow yourself to be here, even for a moment?”* *The music shifted into a slow, sweeping waltz.* *And before Levi could grumble something about how annoying it was, his eyes caught onto a hand that was raised in front of him..His eyes followed up the arm, before closing in on Erwin's face..* "Will you dance with me, Levi?" *Erwin asked quietly.*

ZOSAN beach

Beach day🏖️|ZOSAN💚💛

ZOSAN-Morning After

*Zoro woke up to the soft creak of the Sunny’s wood beneath him, the faint sway of the ship reminding him they were still at sea. His head felt heavy — not from last night's drinks, but from the kind of exhaustion that only came after something else. The kind that made every muscle ache in a strangely satisfying way.* *When he pushed himself up, the first thing he noticed was the sting across his back..It was thin, burning trails that flared as the sheets brushed against them. His reflection in the mirror caught the faint red lines, uneven and sharp, like an artist’s impatient strokes. He didn’t need to guess who the artist was.* *Turning his head slightly, Zoro’s gaze drifted toward the bed. Sanji was there — the cook’s blond hair a messy halo against the pillow, his face relaxed, lips slightly parted as he breathed evenly in his sleep. The morning light poured through the cabin window, spilling golden across the sheets and catching on Sanji’s bare shoulder.* *Zoro exhaled quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Tch… damn cook,” he muttered under his breath.* *The memory of last night flickered — the arguments, the heat, the way words had turned into something else entirely. He didn’t know what the hell this meant. But as he watched Sanji shift slightly, murmuring something unintelligible before burying deeper into the pillow, Zoro couldn’t stop the small, reluctant curve at the corner of his mouth.*

Sanji ZOSAN

**(You're Sanji)** *Sanji was calmly cooking some dinner for the crew members when he felt big hands suddenly wrapped around his waist that hugged him tightly.....He turned to look sideways, noticing it was Zoro......* "Heyyyy cook.... Whatcha doing....?" *Zoro asked while giving out a little smirk out to Sanji, still keeping his arms around the blonde cook....*

ZOSAN 40 x 40

[**Setting: Future AU – Married, age 40]** **Characters: Sanji (private chef/restaurateur), Zoro (kendo instructor)** *The aroma of smoked garlic and thyme drifted lazily through the open-air bistro, a tiny slice of peace tucked away in a quiet Tokyo side street. The sign read "Le Diable Bleu", hand-painted in cursive by the owner himself. Inside, the kitchen hissed and roared with life, flames flickering with every motion of the blond-haired chef who danced behind the counter with graceful precision. Sanji.* *He had filled out with time—broader in the shoulders, sharper in the cheekbones—but that golden hair still fell past his collarbones in soft, effortless waves. It was his signature. Just like his food.* *Zoro watched from his usual spot near the counter, arms crossed, still wearing his kendo gi. Sweat clung to his temples after a long day at the dojo, but he hadn’t missed a single dinner here in nearly ten years.* *That night, however, something was off.* *Zoro’s single visible eye narrowed as he saw a man at the bar leaning far too close. The customer had been unusually chatty, praising the food more than necessary—but it wasn't until the compliments shifted to Sanji's appearance that Zoro tensed.* "..And your hair," *the man said, his grin widening as he gestured toward the blond strands.* "it’s almost unreal how soft it looks. Mind if I...?" *Zoro moved before Sanji could even react. In one swift step, the former swordsman appeared at Sanji’s side, a sake bottle in hand. He didn’t speak—his presence alone carved silence into the moment like a blade. His eyes locked on the man, cold and unreadable.* *Then, without a word, he grabbed Sanji’s arm, pulled him in—and wrapped both arms around him.*

ZOSAN

Sanji's birthday...🎂🎁|ZOSAN

Andrew Young

***[YOU ARE LUKE DAVIS]*** ***NERD PROJECT*** *Luke and Andrew were on bad terms at first because of a certain incident that created a misunderstanding between them. The whole "stalker" incident, Luke's break-up and everything else made them hate each other. But not for long..As they became roommates, the misunderstanding cleared up, and they both suddenly started to get closer. Way too close..* *After the kiss they shared when Andrew helped Luke with his acting, he has been getting closer to Luke, meaning more kissing whenever he and Luke were alone..He didn't understand what it was, but he couldn't get Luke out of his head.* *Andrew was currently slowly pinning Luke against the sink, trapping him in between his arms. He's been enjoying the so-called "practice" so much, claiming he was only helping Luke to practice for his upcoming drama audition. But both of them know it was more than just that.* *Andrew slowly tilted Luke's chin, feeling the other tense up as he looked down at him through his nerdy black square glasses that were barely hiding his face..He was more surprised that Luke let him do this..It looked like the silver haired guy **needed** that practice..* ***[LUKE'S POV NEXT.]***

ZOSAN

***[YOU ARE SANJI]*** **Title: “Sweet Jealousy”** *The kitchen aboard the Thousand Sunny was unusually warm that afternoon, and not just from the oven. Sanji, sleeves rolled up and the pink apron snug over his chest, was in his element—piping perfect swirls of cream onto an elegant, multi-layered birthday cake for Luffy. Strawberries glistened on top like tiny jewels, and the scent of vanilla and sponge filled the air..* *Zoro leaned against the counter nearby, arms crossed and his brows furrowed. His gaze didn’t leave Sanji for a second—not because of the cake, but because of the expression on his boyfriend's face. Sanji was focused, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he worked, soft and warm in a way Zoro usually saw only when Sanji was looking at him..And it made something in his chest twist.* “Looks like you're putting your whole damn soul into that cake.." *Zoro muttered, his voice low.* *Sanji glanced up from the piping bag, still smiling.* “It’s Luffy’s birthday, idiot. Of course I am. He’s our captain.” *Zoro pushed off the counter and moved behind him without a word. Sanji didn’t flinch—he knew that presence too well by now. The swordsman’s arms slid lightly around his waist, and his breath ghosted against Sanji’s neck..* “You’re jealous of a cake?” *Sanji chuckled, not looking away from the cake as he added the final touch—a “Happy 19th, Captain” in elegant blue script.* *Zoro’s lips brushed his ear. “I’m not jealous of the cake. I’m jealous of how happy you look making it for someone else.”*

Roy

***[ALPHA X ALPHA]*** *The party thrummed around Roy—bass shaking the walls, the air thick with pheromones and heat. He stood near the bar, posture loose but alert, half-listening to a conversation he wasn’t fully invested in. Omegas fluttered in and out of his space, all smiles and scent, but his mind was elsewhere.* *He sipped his drink, the burn in his throat felt familiar. A dry chuckle escaped him at something a small omega said—but it died halfway out of his chest when he felt his nose perk up at an unexpected scent..* *That scent hit him like a car. Not just strong—*specific*. Familiar. Raw. Home...* ,Roy froze...It cut through the haze like lightning. Cedarwood. Rain. The clean, grounding scent he hadn’t smelled in too long..His heart skipped once. Then again...* ***Liam...*** *The glass in his hand was forgotten, slipping from his fingers to land—softly, somehow—on the padded bar. Roy turned, scanning the crowd, his eyes sharper now, mouth parted like he couldn’t breathe through anything but that one, anchoring scent..It was him..The alpha..* *The crowd blurred around him. Nothing else registered. Not the music. Not the lights. Not the curious glances from omegas who’d watched him laugh moments ago. Just that scent. Just *him*..* *Liam was here.* *And Roy didn’t care who saw what happened when he found him..*

ZOSAN

Taking the train together...🚂|ZOSAN💚💛

ZOSAN

**[COLLEGE AU]** *Zoro had never been the kind of guy who went looking for noise. College, for him, was a means to an end — classes, training, sleep, repeat. His dorm room smelled faintly of sweat and detergent, and his desk was cluttered with notebooks, protein bars, and the occasional half-empty bottle of cheap whiskey. He kept to himself, preferring the steady rhythm of his own routine to the chaos of campus life. People knew who he was, mostly because of the way he carried himself — quiet, confident, sharp-eyed. A few whispered rumors about fights he’d gotten into during freshman year still floated around, but Zoro didn’t care enough to correct them.* *Luffy was the exception. The only person who could barge into Zoro’s space without knocking, grin wide and energy boundless, talking about things that made no sense and somehow still dragging Zoro into them. Luffy was the kind of friend who treated every day like an adventure, every stranger like an old friend. Zoro didn’t understand it — or maybe he did, deep down — because despite how much he complained, he never really said no to Luffy.* *The week before graduation, Luffy had been talking non-stop about a massive party on the roof of one of the dorm buildings. It was supposed to be one of those campus legends — loud music, too much alcohol, people dancing until sunrise. Zoro wasn’t interested, of course. He’d heard all about those nights: the mess, the hangovers, the strangers who pretended they remembered your name the next day.* *But Luffy had a way of wearing people down. The next thing Zoro knew, he was standing in front of his closet, staring at his few clean shirts and wondering why he was even considering it. Maybe it was because Luffy had begged, maybe because he didn’t want to be the reason his friend sulked all night. Or maybe it was because, deep down, some small, quiet part of him was tired of the same silence he always lived in.* *So when the evening came, he followed Luffy out of the dorms, the sound of distant music already carrying through the warm night air. He didn’t know it yet — couldn’t know — that the decision to go along that night would change everything. That somewhere in the blur of people and laughter and neon lights, a spark of blond hair would catch his eye, and for the first time in a long time, Zoro would forget what it felt like to be bored.*

Zosan

Two idiots in love...|ZOSAN💚💛

ZOSAN

💚💛| Their date night...

ZOSAN-WLW

**(Zosan WLW AU — Zoro x Sanji)** *The smell of cinnamon and butter always hit Zoro before she even made it to the front gate. It curled through the air like a warm hand, tugging her home after a long day at the kindergarten — sticky-fingered kids, finger paint disasters, and more energy than one human should contain.* *By the time she slid open the door, she could already hear the faint hum of a melody from the kitchen. Sanji always sang when she cooked — soft, lazy tunes that melted into the simmering of soup or the gentle clatter of spoons.* *Zoro leaned against the doorframe for a moment, letting her eyes rest on the scene before her. Sanji stood by the counter, sunlight pouring over her golden hair, one hand absently stirring a pot while the other held a small notebook covered in smudges of flour.* *Zoro smirked at the sight of her: she was completely adorable when she didn't even know it.* "Playing the big chef game again, baby?" *Zoro smirked at Sanji, raising an eyebrow at her girlfriend.*

Liam- BL

***[YOUR NAME IS ANDREW. ALPHA X ALPHA.]*** *The music throbbed through the floor, vibrating up Liam’s spine like a second heartbeat. "Red Moon" (the name of the club) was packed wall to wall—sweaty bodies, flashing lights, and the heavy, cloying scent of omega heat hanging in the air like smoke...* *He gritted his teeth, trying to breathe past it. No good. The scents were everywhere—sweet, slick, too eager. They clung to his skin, crawled up his nose, and coiled low in his gut like a fuse waiting to be lit...* *It was too much for the blond alpha..* *Liam pushed through the crowd, ignoring the soft hands brushing against his arms, the way eyes followed him with barely hidden desire. Whispers chased him, but he kept moving. His instincts were on fire. Every omega in the room was pressing too close, and the pull of dominance in him was scratching just beneath the surface..* *He needed air. Space. Control..* *The bathroom door slammed behind him, and silence—blessed, thick silence—wrapped around him like a second skin. He leaned forward against the sink, gripping the edges hard enough to make it break.* *In the mirror, his eyes were darker than usual—dilated, wild, his jaw clenched tight. The scent still lingered, but it was muted now..* *Fuck..."* *He muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair..* *Then—he heard it. The faint click of the door opening behind him. Not an omega this time...* *No..* *Another alpha..* *And Liam didn’t even need to look to know who it was... Andrew..*

ZOSAN-date night

**[ANNIVERSARY DATE NIGHT]** *The restaurant shimmered under soft golden lights, the kind that made every surface gleam as if polished by sunlight. The tables were draped in crisp white linen stretched across the room. The air smelled faintly of wine and fresh flowers, a subtle perfume that mingled with the warm aroma of carefully prepared dishes.* *At a secluded corner table, Zoro sat upright, his posture rigid, eyes scanning the menu with deliberate detachment. He had reserved this place weeks in advance, memorized every detail of the layout, and even timed their arrival so the city lights would streak across the windows just right. Everything was planned for one reason: Sanji.* *Across from him, Sanji’s presence seemed to make the room brighter, even in the dim glow of the chandeliers. The blonde’s sharp suit and perfectly styled hair made him look effortless, almost luminous, as he adjusted his napkin with a casual elegance.* *And Zoro couldn't simply take his eyes off him the entire night. Each moment stretched, measured in the clink of glasses and the soft shuffle of waiters passing by. But Zoro couldn't focus on any of it. His main focus that night was on his beautiful boyfriend sitting across from him.*

Dojae x Euntak

Euntak's drunk..🍾|Dojae x Euntak

ZoSan

Zosan💚💛|Night watch...

ERURI

***[YOU ARE LEVI.]*** ***[SCENE AT A LIBRARY.]*** *It was a late Friday evening when Levi was called to go to the library with the blond commander Erwin.. At first, he was confused why he wanted him there, but eventually he gave in and visited the blond who was already sitting down by a desk with many books stocked on top of each other...Levi knew Erwin was a very intelligent and smart man, he admired his strength and smartness, that's why he was the Commander after all..* *The raven haired captain somehow decided to join him and for the first time, he took a book in his hands and started reading it...Erwin was surprised to see the cold and stoic Levi in such a calm atmosphere and being so interested in a book..He couldn't help but feel warmth inside his chest as he secretly admired the quiet, relaxed look on Levi's face..God, he was adorable..* *Some hours passed by and they both continued reading, enjoying each other's quiet company and the candlelight that lit up the library..They didn't even need to speak to each other, they were just enjoying this time together..* *An hour later, Erwin finally finished reading his book and closed it, before taking a glance at Levi in front of him...But when he looked at the captain, his eyes widened... Levi was asleep..His eyes were closed and he was rested on his elbows as the book remained open...It looked like the calm and quiet atmosphere had taken the tired captain to sleep.. Erwin's heart skipped a beat and he felt his lips curving into a gentle smile...God..Levi sleeping...It was adorable..* ***[LEVI'S POV NEXT.]***

SANEGIYUU

**[2 YEARS AFTER THE BIG FIGHT WITH MUZAN]** *The morning light filtered through the rice paper windows, soft and golden, brushing against the scattered petals floating in the breeze. The house was quiet—peaceful, even—but inside Giyuu’s room, there was a quiet storm of frustration..* *Giyuu grunted softly, fingers trembling as he tried to slide his arm into the sleeve of his shirt. The fabric resisted, twisted, caught on his elbow, and slipped off. He let out a sigh, long and heavy, his face expressionless but eyes dark with quiet irritation. His long black hair fell over his shoulders like a curtain, strands sticking to the side of his face with sweat..* *Ever since the fight with Muzan, life had been… quiet. Unsettlingly so. His one arm was gone, and the silence was louder than ever. He hadn't quite figured out how to fill it..* "Still wrestling with that shirt?" *Came a rough voice from the doorway..* *Giyuu turned his head slightly—not startled, but not expecting him either. Sanemi leaned against the frame, arms crossed, eyes lazily scanning the scene. That same cocky smirk tugged at his lips..*

SANEGIYUU

**[SANEGIYUU – After the Final Battle]** *The battlefield was silent.* *Smoke curled through the air, the stench of blood and ash thick enough to choke. Where once there had been screaming, swords clashing, and the roar of a demon’s fury, now there was only the soft crackle of dying embers. Muzan Kibutsuji was dead.* *But so were most of the Hashira.* *Sanemi stood amidst the wreckage, his Nichirin blade lowered, stained crimson and black. His breathing was ragged. His white uniform, once pristine, was torn and soaked in his own blood. Yet none of his injuries seemed to register.* *Because there—just a few meters away—lay Giyuu.* *Collapsed.* *Motionless.* *Sanemi’s heart dropped.* “Tomioka!!” *He shouted, the sound cracking in his throat, desperation bleeding through every syllable.* *He ran, stumbling over debris and corpses, until he reached him. Giyuu was slumped against a boulder, his haori shredded, his breathing shallow. Blood trickled from a deep wound at his side, and his eyes were only half-open, clouded with pain and exhaustion.* *Sanemi dropped to his knees beside him, hands trembling as he reached out but hesitated to touch.* “Oi… don’t you dare..” *He growled, voice shaking.* “Don’t you fucking dare die on me, Tomioka.”

Damon x Colton

**["Do You Still Like Me?"]** **[Damon's rut]** *The elevator ride felt longer than usual. Colton leaned back against the cool metal wall, his tie loosened, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. Ten hours buried under spreadsheets and client calls had drained him dry—yet his mind wasn’t on work anymore. It was on the message glowing faintly on his phone screen.* **Damon: Don’t be late. I need you tonight.* *Just seven words, but Colton could almost feel the rough edge beneath them, the weight of his husband’s voice hidden in the text.* *It was October. Of course. Damon’s rut season always carried a kind of gravity that pulled at both of them—raw, magnetic, and impossible to ignore.* *When the elevator chimed, Colton exhaled slowly and stepped into the familiar hallway of their apartment floor. The air grew heavier the closer he got to the door, tinged with a musky, woody scent that curled around his senses like smoke. His pulse quickened despite himself. Damon’s scent.* *He unlocked the door. The moment it swung open, warmth spilled out—soft light, the faint crackle of a record spinning somewhere in the living room, and Damon standing in the kitchen.* *Damon turned at the sound, glass of red wine in hand, the liquid catching the light like blood. He wasn’t in his usual sharp suit—just one of Colton’s pale blouses draped over his broad frame, the hem brushing his thighs. His dark hair was tousled, and Colton could hear how uneven his breaths were.*

Colton x Damon

**[Lingerie surprise for Colton]** *Damon had never thought he’d feel nervous about a birthday gift. Colton's birthday was today. He’d already given him everything that could be wrapped in paper or sealed in a box — watches, suits, the newest phone, a rare vintage pen Colton had once admired in passing. Nothing seemed personal enough this year. Nothing felt like it could capture how deeply Damon saw him.* “Would you like me to wrap it for you, sir?” *The shop attendant’s polite voice broke his train of thought. Damon cleared his throat and nodded, pretending to study the delicate black lingerie folded neatly in the box. Black. Of course. Colton’s favorite color—clean, sharp, endlessly elegant. The same color as the suits he wore, the watches he chose, the ink of his signature on the corner of every contract. It suited him perfectly.* *As the clerk wrapped the purchase, Damon allowed himself a quiet smile. He remembered the small, barely noticeable moments—the times Colton’s hands had lingered when Damon hadn’t been completely undressed. Once, it was a half-buttoned shirt. Another time, his tie had stayed on. Each time, Colton’s eyes had softened, something like reverence flickering behind that composed, alpha exterior.* *When he stepped out of the shop, the autumn wind met him head-on, cool and crisp, tugging gently at his hair. He exhaled, feeling the weight of the small bag in his hand. The city lights were already glowing gold against the evening sky, and all he could think about was the look on Colton’s face when he walked through the door later tonight.* *At home, he placed the bag on their bed and glanced around the apartment. Everything was neat, quiet, the faint scent of cedar and wine lingering from the night before. Damon hung his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He had to put on the lingerie, Colton comes home in just ten minutes.*

Colton x Damon

*It was the opening night of Damon’s long-awaited exhibition — *The Shape of Stillness*, a collection of sculptured vases that reflected years of his quiet dedication and late-night struggles. The museum’s pristine white walls were alive with chatter, soft classical music, and the faint scent of expensive cologne — alphas, betas, and omegas alike mingling in a haze of sophistication.* *Damon stood near the largest centerpiece of the gallery — a porcelain sculpture with delicate golden fractures, inspired by kintsugi — when the crowd subtly shifted. Heads turned.* "And then he entered.* *Colton Law — his husband, his constant. The dark blue suit Damon had chosen fit him perfectly, the lines sharp and elegant. His silver-gray hair was combed back neatly, his glasses glinting in the soft museum lights. In his hands, he held a bouquet so large and extravagant that even the most polished guests couldn’t help but stare.* *“Of course he’d bring that..” Damon thought, half amused, half embarrassed, as Colton made his way through the crowd — ignoring the omega gazes that lingered a bit too long, the whispers that followed him like perfume.* *When Colton finally reached him, the noise around them faded. The look on the other alpha's face was literally screaming "I'm so proud of you".* "For you..."

COWBOY X VAMPIRE

**[BL: Vampire Lucien x Cowboy Colton]** *The smell of stale beer and smoke hung thick in the air, blending with the distant rumble of a train rolling past the dusty town. Outside, the sun had long since dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky a bruised purple that swallowed the last light. Inside the bar, a few tired locals nursed their drinks, voices low and rough like the cracked wooden floorboards beneath their boots..* *Colton sat hunched at the counter, his hat pulled low to hide the weariness clinging to his face. The day’s work on the ranch had left his hands rough and aching, but the burn of whiskey was a welcome distraction. The world outside was cold and unforgiving; here, in the dim warmth of the bar, there was at least a temporary reprieve..* *He didn’t notice the stranger at first—tall, pale, with eyes that seemed too sharp, too knowing. The vampire’s presence was like a sudden chill that slithered up the back of the neck, subtle but impossible to ignore. Lucien slid onto the stool beside him, offering a glass with a calm, almost hypnotic smile..* *Colton took it without thinking, the amber liquid sliding down smooth, burning away the edge of his fatigue. Words came easier with each drink, the stranger’s voice a quiet thread weaving through the haze of whiskey and smoke..* **Hours blurred..** *Morning light spilled softly through a cracked window, warm but unfamiliar. Colton stirred, blinking against the brightness, and realized he wasn’t alone..Confusion mixed with a strange sense of calm..* *The stranger was awake. His jet black hair was shining in the morning light, his pale, almost white-like skin glistened all across where it was exposed.. Colton's eyes widened at the dark marks that were scattered all across his skin..* **He had slept with a vampire.**

ERURI

**Erwin x Levi — “Three Days”** "Erwin’s fingers paused midway through tying the last fold of his scarf. The morning light spilling through the office window turned the fabric pale gold, but his attention wasn’t on the scarf anymore. It was on Levi.* *The captain stood at Erwin’s desk, posture sharp as ever, pen gliding across parchment at a pace that was almost threatening. He hadn’t noticed Erwin staring yet—typical Levi, losing himself in a task when it needed to be done. Especially if it was for Erwin.* *Erwin watched him for a moment longer, taking in the concentrated furrow in Levi’s brow, the faint twitch at the corner of his mouth whenever he found a mistake someone else had made. It was painfully, fondly familiar.* *He stepped forward, boots quiet on the wooden floor. Levi finally looked up.* “Tch. Took you long enough to get ready.” *Erwin smiled—soft, amused, tired in the way only Levi could see.* “I’m on time, actually.” “Yeah, well, you look like you’re about to attend some royal tea party." *Levi muttered, eyes flicking from the scarf to Erwin’s perfectly pressed uniform. Then, more quietly:* “You’re really going.” *Erwin nodded. The room seemed to exhale when he did. Levi didn’t look away, but something in his expression shifted—something tight, something held too long. Erwin closed the distance between them until he could see the way Levi’s lashes trembled, the way his grip tightened on the papers he was holding.* “You don’t need to do all this." *Erwin murmured, reaching out, his fingertips brushing the corner of the files Levi had taken on. Levi didn’t let go.* “I’m not doing it because I ‘need’ to,” Levi replied. “Somebody has to make sure this place doesn’t fall apart while you’re off charming the higher-ups.” *Erwin huffed a quiet laugh.* “Is that what you think I do?” “No,” Levi said, voice low. “But I still don’t like you being gone.” *Erwin’s chest tightened. He leaned down—slow, deliberate—until his forehead rested briefly against Levi’s. Levi’s breath hitched, but he didn’t pull away. Not this time.* “I’ll be back in three days,” Erwin whispered. *Levi tilted his head just enough to look him in the eyes.* "That’s three days too long.” *And just as Erwin was about to respond, Levi reached up, tugged lightly at Erwin’s scarf—not enough to mess it up, just enough to bring him closer. Erwin’s breath brushed Levi’s lips; Levi’s eyes flicked downward.* “This is stupid,” Levi muttered. “You’re leaving, and I’m standing here—” *Erwin cut him off by pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. Levi froze, the paperwork slipping slightly in his hands." “Erwin—” *He kissed him again, softer this time. “I’ll be safe,” Erwin said. “And I’ll return to you.” *Levi swallowed hard, staring up at him like he wanted to argue but couldn’t find a single word that would come out right.* “...You better,” he finally muttered. *Erwin smiled, brushing Levi’s cheek with his thumb before pulling back—just enough to see him clearly. “Three days,” he repeated.*

ZOSAN - businessman

**[Meeting tension]** Businessman AU *The meeting was anything but interesting. Zoro stood at the front of the room, laser pointer in hand, running through another dull financial projection slide. His tone was flat, like he’d rather be anywhere else, and from the unimpressed faces of half the board members, they knew it too.* *But when his sharp gaze swept across the room, he spotted him.* *Sanji sat among the rows of neatly dressed executives, long legs crossed, suit fitting perfectly against his lean frame. His blond hair fell effortlessly into place, a single curled strand framing his sharp blue eyes that locked onto Zoro with a spark of amusement. Unlike everyone else, Sanji wasn’t bored. No—he was entertained.* *Zoro’s grip tightened on the pointer. Damn cook always found a way to distract him.* *He stumbled briefly over his words when Sanji leaned back in his chair, smirking, the faintest hint of challenge dancing in his expression. Like he was silently daring Zoro to mess up. Like he knew he already had Zoro’s attention wrapped around his little finger.* *The rest of the meeting blurred. Numbers, charts, stiff applause—it didn’t matter*

Nanami Kento

***[YOUR NAME IS MAYA]*** **[NSFW ALLOWED]** *The apartment was unnaturally quiet after the argument—too quiet for a couple who rarely ever raised their voices at each other...Maya lay curled on the bed, her back to the door, her chest still tight with residual frustration... Nanami’s words had been calm, precise—as always—but they’d cut in that unique way only the truth could..* *She had snapped back at her husband, pride and emotion guiding her tongue more than reason... It wasn’t about the dishes or the missed dinner...It was about feeling heard. Understood. And maybe, just maybe, loved a little more out loud..* *Tired from the emotional strain, she closed her eyes, retreating into a restless nap, the sheets twisted around her legs like vines..* **Some time passed..** *When her eyes fluttered open, the room was dim with golden light from the sunset setting... Her body felt heavy, but something warm—soft—grounded her to the moment..* *Nanami was there. Not standing. Not pacing like he had earlier..* **Kneeling.** *Positioned between Maya's legs, he was silent, his suit jacket discarded somewhere behind him, his sleeves rolled up. His large, calloused hands gently caressed her thighs underneath her skirt, moving in slow, reverent strokes... His lips—usually drawn in a line of stern restraint—now pressed soft, apologetic kisses along the inside the soft skin of her thighs, trailing heat in their wake..* *His voice was low, rough with emotion..* “I hate fighting with you, Maya.” *Another kiss. Closer now..* “I should’ve listened better.” *His slender, rough fingers squeezed at her thighs gently, grounding her as he mumbled right against her upper thigh.* “Let me show you how sorry I am.”

ZOSAN Bodyguard AU

*Sanji hated hospitals. The smell of antiseptic clung to his clothes, his hair, his life. White walls, constant beeping, nurses who looked at him with pity instead of admiration—he was sick of it. All because he’d become too famous. Too many views. Too many followers. Too many people who thought they owned him.* *He stared at his phone, thumb hovering over the screen. Another notification. Another “fan” begging to see him. Another threat hidden behind heart emojis. That was it.* “I’m done." *Sanji muttered, exhaling smoke toward the open window.* “I’m not living like this anymore.” *So he hired a bodyguard. Not three. Not two. Just one man.* *The first time Sanji met Roronoa Zoro, he nearly choked on his cigarette. The man standing in his penthouse living room looked like he’d been carved out of stone—broad shoulders, scars mapping his arms, and three swords resting casually at his side like that was normal. His green hair was messy, his expression permanently annoyed, and his single open eye locked onto Sanji with sharp intensity.* *It was strange at first. Zoro followed him everywhere. To cafés, photoshoots, even his blog livestreams—standing just out of frame, arms crossed, eye constantly scanning the room. Fans hated it. Management complained. Sanji pretended not to notice the way he slept better knowing Zoro was just outside his bedroom door.*

Colton x Damon

*The crystal chandeliers threw ribbons of light across the marble floor, the faint hum of a string quartet weaving through the laughter and chatter of Seoul’s elite. Damon’s exhibition was everything he had dreamed of—an entire hall dedicated to his art, his hands, his soul shaped into porcelain and clay. And yet, as the evening wore on, the applause and polite compliments felt hollow.* *His eyes drifted again, unbidden, to the far end of the room. Colton stood there, effortlessly commanding attention in his dark tailored suit and midnight-blue cape, the faint glint of his glasses catching the light as he laughed at something an older businessman said. He was elegance and control personified—his silver hair slicked back, his posture straight, the quiet dominance in him impossible to ignore.* *And next to him stood the blond omega. Damon watched, a half-empty glass of champagne in his hand, as the young man leaned a little too close, his hand brushing Colton’s sleeve in feigned excitement. Damon caught the faint flicker of discomfort in Colton’s eyes—an infinitesimal shift, barely perceptible to anyone else. But Damon saw it. He always did.* *His chest tightened, though not with jealousy. He knew better. Colton was his husband—his equal in strength and status, his partner in a world that often didn’t know how to handle two alphas together. They’d fought through too much for him to doubt what they had.* *As if sensing the weight of his gaze, Colton’s head tilted slightly, those cool violet eyes lifting across the crowd until they met Damon’s from across the room. The noise of the party dimmed in that instant. Damon’s breath caught. Colton’s lips curved into a subtle smile—polite for the crowd, but private in its intent. A silent I see you.* *But then Colton’s attention was pulled back as the omega said something again, and for a fleeting moment, Damon wished he could cross the room, take Colton by the hand, and remind the world who he belonged to.* *Instead, he turned back toward the nearest vase—a tall, curved piece glazed in indigo and frost white. One of Colton’s favorites. The one he’d said reminded him of Damon’s eyes. He didn’t notice the footsteps behind him until a familiar voice, low and warm, brushed the back of his neck.* “Oh,” Colton murmured softly. *Damon turned, finding himself suddenly face-to-face with his husband. Colton had somehow slipped away from the crowd, two champagne flutes still in hand. The older alpha’s eyes glowed faintly in the blue light.* “Thought you might need a refill,” Colton said, offering one glass. “And maybe a rescue.”

Tiger x Fox Zosan

*The river cut through the jungle like a blade of glass. Zoro moved through it without hesitation. His massive tiger body displaced the water in slow, powerful waves, green-striped fur darkened where it broke the surface. Fish scattered. Leaves trembled. His eyes—half-lidded, sharp, eternally annoyed—were fixed straight ahead as he swam toward the opposite bank, jaw clenched around his prize.* *And clinging to his back, claws dug in and tail streaming like a banner of gold, was Sanji.* “Oi—oi! Slow down, moss-brain!” *Sanji snapped, sharp-toothed grin flashing as a splash narrowly missed his face.* "I’m not a waterproof accessory, you know!” *Zoro didn’t answer. He never did when Sanji complained. The tiger simply surged forward, muscles rolling beneath striped fur, as if the fox on his back weighed nothing at all.* *Sanji huffed, ears flattening as he adjusted his grip. His fur—bright amber with white accents—was already damp at the edges, but he refused to let go. Foxes didn’t like water. Everyone knew that. And Sanji especially hated it. Yet here he was. Because Zoro had stepped into the river without looking back, and Sanji had followed without thinking.* *That realization made his chest tighten more than the cold water ever could.* “You’re doing this on purpose,” *Sanji muttered, leaning forward despite himself.* “Trying to drown me so you don’t have to listen to me talk.” *Zoro finally spoke, voice low and rumbling, vibrating through Sanji’s bones.* “If I wanted you quiet,” he said, “I’d have left you on the bank.” *Sanji blinked, then he scoffed.* “Tch. Like I’d let you.” *The river deepened. Zoro’s paws no longer touched the bottom, and for a moment Sanji’s claws scraped uselessly against wet fur. His tail lashed, heart jumping into his throat—until Zoro shifted slightly, just enough to steady him. It was subtle. Careful. Almost gentle.* *The tiger didn’t slow down, didn’t look back, but his movements adjusted all the same, carving a smoother path through the current. Protecting the fox clinging to him as naturally as breathing.*

ERURI

**(You are Levi)** **[TAKING CARE OF HIS COMMANDER]** *Ever since that last expedition, Erwin had to be taken care of.. After rescuing Eren from Reiner and Berthold, after leading the titans for a fight against humans Erwin had lost his right arm..It was swallowed by one of the Titans and now the blond, strong commander was left to suffer with a mission arm...Levi couldn't attend that meeting because of his other work...And once the captain got the news about the commander, he knew exactly that he would need a lot of help to heal his wounded, missing arm and teach him how to write with his left hand... But first, the blond needed to clean himself up...* *After the battle, Erwin was placed in one of the medics rooms where he was taken care of by the medics...He had been sleeping in his bed for over five days and honestly, he didn't look the best for the commander...His blond hair that was always nicely slicked back was all messy, he had an ingrown beard coming and his arm was bandaged in bandages...* *The blond continued to sit on his bed, letting the medicine kick in to stop the after pain he was feeling in his arm, when suddenly he heard a light knock on the door...He knew it couldn't be the medics since they just left...And he knew that presence was somehow very familiar...* **(It was Levi)**