In Tribute Of Ramadan Being In Two Weeks And Me Slowly Starting My One Piece Reobsession Since Like 2019,

In tribute of Ramadan being in two weeks and me slowly starting my One Piece reobsession since like 2019, I’m totally tempted to start writing again and write what Sanji would cook a Muslim reader for iftar/how he would react all together

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅Forever Young

✩.*Obey me brothers + MC [Mainly platonic, in fact maybe even familial.] ✩.*Tags: Angsty-ish, MC getting old, Based on Forever Young by Alphaville.

Word count - 1.6K

You were gradually getting older. 

The brothers had all meant you when you were still a teen, 17 years old, bright-eyed and full of life. But now, even after the exchange program ended you were still a crucial character in their lives, you were a familiar face and home for a lot of them. A little sister whom they vowed to protect with their very essence. 

You were immensely important to them. 

And now, you sat here, much older than before and visiting the DevilDom again after being up in the human world for some time. You usually went back up and spent time there with your loved ones occasionally and returned to the House of Lamentation as you pleased. 

Lucifer was perhaps the first to realise it. The first to realise how wrinkles had been carved into your once dewy skin and how the corners of your eyes crinkled more than usual when you smiled. There were so much more things you needed help with and as much as they all tried their hardest to ignore it, a decade or three would pass in the blink of an eye and all of a sudden you needed to strain yourself to hear, you couldn’t see as well— hell, even your stubbornness melted into gentle compliance as you aged. 

“Luci, could you be a dear and read this for me?” You held up the menu of a restaurant you had been planning to go to with him and his brothers. You had a habit of looking over the menu before going and even years later, it seemed to have stuck. You held your DDD up to his face with a trembling hand. You sat next to him, looking at him with hopeful eyes as he read it out for you. You burst into light-hearted conversation and he didn’t mean to air you, but his eyes were so much more focused on you, analysing the difference that came with time’s cruel antics. 

Then Asmodeus realised the change. It was your birthday, decades ran past you and sometimes staring in the mirror made a lump form in your throat but you had to admit, you loved the way you looked. He realised how you couldn’t do your hair and makeup as well as before, how your hand quivered for no particular reason and how your arm easily tired from lifting, even for a simple moment. He nearly suffocated you in a hug that night. 

Leviathan realised how little you could stay up compared to your earlier years. You couldn’t stare at a screen for longer than 30 minutes before taking off your glasses and rubbing your eyes, you hated loud things, you complained it hurt your head, and lastly, you weren’t able to react as fast during games. Your fingers could barely keep up with your controller. He felt pathetic, unable to help because that’s simply how humans worked. 

Your ageing single-handedly occupied the brothers’ minds. In fact, on your 65th birthday, they cried. Every single one of them. Asmo and Levi clung to you, like babies, wailing about how they didn’t want to see you go no matter how much you assured them that you weren’t going to die that night. Mammon sniffled across from you at the table, nose red as he wiped with a tissue, Satan was solemn himself, angry tears falling down his face in hot streams. Both Beel and Belphie were trying their hardest not to cry but they failed, a sour expression on their faces as they silently wept but most surprising was Lucifer. He dabbed at his eyes before excusing himself from the room completely, shoulders shaking as he did.  You were flattered, sure, but old age didn’t mean anything was going to change, you’d love them all the same. You had to chuckle as the cake was eaten with salty tears and you made it your mission to coo everyone until they calmed down. 

Right now, you were sitting in the living room with Belphie and Beel each occupying your lap to rest their heads on. Mammon sat in between your knees and Asmo was behind you at the sofa, pawing at your hair like a lonesome cat. “Guys, it’s not like I’m gonna die tonight y’know? C’mon, shouldn’t you be happy on my birthday?”

Beel sniffled in response, Mammon grumbled something you couldn’t make out and Levi felt his eyes start to water. He dug his head in your shoulder and sniffled. “Oh, now you’re being babies,”

This kept happening at every birthday afterwards, every gift was given through tears, every candle was blown out in sobs, and every night, without fail, you’d have one of them curled up next to you all night. Just in case. 

“Who knew demons were so soft—” You chuckled. It was your birthday, celebration of your 70 years alive. You walked into Lucifer’s office, a slice of cake on a plate. You sat down in the chair before him, albeit with some effort, but you looked at him with a comforting smile, sliding the plate to him. “C’mon, Luci, I’d much rather you weren’t locked away on my birthday.”

“I needed a minute…” his voice was a little hoarse and his eyes were red. “I didn’t wanna kill the mood.”

“The mood for the past 5 years has been every single one of you crying a lot. I don’t think you’d ruin anything.” You leaned back slightly and took a bite of your cake from the plate in your lap. 

He laughed at that. It was a sad, wilted laugh, but anything was better than him crying all over again. “Why must humans be so fragile? You’re all so fundamentally weak, it’s painful seeing you grow up. We all know what comes with age.”

“Well, it’s definitely not wisdom when it comes to me, else you wouldn’t be weeping.” He chuckled again, taking a bite from the cake you set before him. It was red velvet, one of the few flavours of cake he could stand. 

“Its fragility.” His eyes were averted, directed down at the plate he was lazily poking at with his fork. “We have no idea when you might…”

“Bite the dust?”

“Yeah…that.” You couldn’t argue with that. You were frail, you could die from the simplest things and it felt worse when you had to be the one to comfort the demons despite there being no guarantee of breathing the next morning. 

You slept with Lucifer that night, he insisted you sleep in his bed, and he claimed it had more space. 

You didn’t mind. He had slim divers and everything smelt like flowers, different from the fiery cinnamon scent it usually carried. You didn’t mind and felt at peace. The brothers’ weeping and concern flooded your mind and you couldn’t help but smile, heart welling at the idea you were so loved. Lucifer breathed subtly next to you, sleeping peacefully. 

You silently got up. You checked in the demons’ rooms. 

You started with Mammon, who was fast, fast asleep. He was snoring away, drooling on his pillow as he lay there peacefully in sleep. You smiled, crouching down and laying a small kiss on his cheek. You watched him for a while, a smile on your face before you got up and closed his door, just as silently as you’d come in. Levi was next. You were actually sure he’d be awake but you were happily surprised to find him asleep, hugging the body pillow he had of a video game character your mind seemed to forget about. You chortled silently and kissed his forehead, stroking his hair. You wanted so badly to crawl up next to him but, just as you had done before, you left with the same stealth, careful not to wake him. 

Asmo lay in his bed, looking like a princess under all the silk of his duvets and frills of his pillows. His hair was tucked away under a satin scarf and a vibrant pink eye mask covered half of his face. He lay on his back, arms on his belly and you couldn’t help but smile at his devotion to beauty even in his hours of sleep. Another kiss was placed ever so softly on his cheeks before you inhaled the scent of his room and took your leave. You crept through the hallways of the House, making sure to visit everyone’s rooms, feeling the sudden urge to give them a kiss just to show the immense affection that your heart suddenly felt like it was bursting with. 

Satan’s room was definitely hard to navigate. Books lying everywhere meant it was difficult to navigate where to stand without tripping and as a result, knocking down various stacks. You had a few close calls but nevertheless, you made it to his sleeping body hunched over his desk. You gave him a kiss, lips pressing against his cheek, thumb stroking the same spot. You grabbed a blanket and threw it over his shoulders, he slightly moved and you nearly got a heart attack and hurried to leave as quickly and quietly as you could. 

And lastly you tiptoed into the twins’ room. They were very different sleepers; Beel was sprawled out, limbs spread out and tangled in his sheets, where as Belphegor was curled up in a foetal position. You passed a quick kiss to both of them, fixed both of their blankets and walked out, like you previously did for the others. 

Finally, you were back in Lucifer’s bed, he roused slightly, groaning in his sleep at the feeling of the mattress dipping with your weight. You kissed his forehead, placing his arm on your stomach. And finally, after such a long day, you let your eyes close and sighed at the relief of rest after so long. 

I love daydreaming about if my OC x Canon/ Self insert x Canon ships were real bc like.....woah ...what it there were special episodes/side quests dedicated to their relationships....ouhh..

⋆𐙚₊˚Sanji x disordered reader dabble coz I'm sad i ate a lot :p

⋆𐙚₊˚TW - Eating disorders

Sanji hates wasting food. It’s his nature. And you the exact opposite. It wasn’t like you liked not eating or purposely making meals inedible, but your brain really was the most unhinged of places one could be trapped in.

He felt like crying once he caught wind of it. 

It was a lazy afternoon, and whilst you were taking a shower, your period cramps ensuring you were holed up in bed all day, meant that the cook had taken it upon himself to bring you meals and snacks along with frequent checkups. He found the cold plate of the food he’d bought for you around an hour or two ago laying idly on your vanity dresser, seemingly pushed around but untouched nevertheless. 

He smiled, happy that you at least took the plate from him so as to not be rude. Even when you were sick? Poor angel…

He set down a fresh cup of tea for you before picking up the cold plate and taking a little bite from it but was stopped heavily in his tracks. 

“Eugh!” He hacked, coughing up the small vegetable he’d just tasted. Was the food that bad? Impossible… 

Sanji cocked an eyebrow before sniffing it. It smelled good. Not food good though. It smelled like a girl’s room, or the scent that would waft by when you’d walk by. “Perfume?...” He wasn’t sure what to say so he said nothing. He walked back to the kitchen, seemingly defeated.

You were on his radar after that. He’d analyse the way you’d pick at food. The way you’d always give meals away to Luffy. And he dreaded what you did behind closed doors.

I think abt this when I pray

my bf <3

☆character of the day: Denji / Dennis☆