A blog in which I post some reworked illustrations with a pair of Nevra / Alya, sometimes even strangers I like I can try to make myself, combining everything from scratch.
Also liked the art with Nevra, Sanji and some conversations (guys reblogs).
My works (fanfiction is only on the Russian site for the Nevra / Alya pair), but I can answer your questions about it. https://ficbook.net/authors/24417
You can read the English version on watpad: https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/335512363-my-unexpected-story-basic-but-not-all-of-it
https://twitter.com/AlyaLiko
I can also rarely show the art that they draw for me.
answers to questions that were asked about the Nevra / Alya pair:
1. Can I ask how's Alya's relationship with the guys and Erika? - https://alenales.tumblr.com/post/708132765294526464/nevra-alyas-family-are-so-beautiful-3-can-i
2. How was Nevra/Alya first meeting? - https://alenales.tumblr.com/post/708650724509319168/how-was-nevraalya-first-meeting
3. So, Alya is like a main character from manhwas? I have to say that that's a pretty original idea. It never crossed my mind. How did you come to that idea? - https://alenales.tumblr.com/post/708654495504171008/woah-that-was-amazing-so-alya-is-like-a-main
4. What do Alya and Nevra most admire about each other? - https://alenales.tumblr.com/post/708683111969456128/what-do-alya-and-nevra-most-admire-about-each
5. Why Alya went to Earth before and Nevra had to recover her back? - https://alenales.tumblr.com/post/710246082597339137/i-need-to-know-why-alya-went-to-earth-before
Sanji: I want to be with you for the rest of my life
Y/N: Damn, that sounds like a marriage proposal
Sanji: - getting down on one knee -
Sanji: That's because it is
— content: fluff, modern au, husband!sanji, girl dad!sanji, newborn baby
in which, you and sanji help put your newborn daughter back to sleep during a thunderstorm.
The storm had been building for hours now, thunder rolling restlessly across the sky. The rain this week was already heavy enough, but now it was coming down in sheets, hammering against the windows.
It’s just after midnight when the first cry pierces through the thunder.
Small. High-pitched. Panicked.
Sanji is up before he realizes he is.
Next to him, you begin to stir. It’s only been a few months, but both of you are already attuned to the sound of your baby girl’s distress. His feet hit the carpet, and he’s already halfway across the room before you’ve even opened your eyes.
“There, there, sweetheart...” His voice is soft—gentle in a stark contrast to the raging storm outside. It’s the same tone he used when he would whisper to your stomach each night, promising to protect you both with his life.
Sanji leans over the crib, movements slow despite the urgency in his chest, like he’s afraid to startle her further. One hand finds the back of her head, steady and warm, while the other slides beneath her small body. He lifts her close, tucking her securely against his chest.
He’s careful, as always.
At the sound of you shifting behind him, he glances back over his shoulder. His gaze softens further. “Go back to sleep, my love. I’ve got her.”
Rain continues to lash against the windowpanes, but his attention shifts back to the small bundle cradled in his arms.
“What’s got you so upset, hm? That storm’s got nothing on you.” His thumb swipes gently beneath her eye, catching a tear before it can fall.
Slowly, you swing your legs over the side of the bed, quietly making your way over to them.
Over the past few months, you’ve had to remind Sanji that labor is shared. He doesn’t do it intentionally—you know he doesn’t. But his instinct to protect makes him take on more than he needs to, especially when it comes to the two of you.
You’ve seen it yourself. In the time since and even before your daughter was born, she and you have been the center of Sanji’s world.
You inch closer, stopping just next to him. The sight of the little girl who has consumed so much of your heart, swallowed in a little onesie with the sleeves bunched up at her wrists, makes your chest ache. Her round cheeks flush slightly as she hiccups through another broken cry, her tiny fingers curling into the fabric of Sanji’s shirt.
“Shh… I’ve got you,” Sanji murmurs, gently shifting her higher against his chest. His hand moves in slow, steady circles across her back. She only clings tighter. Her cries don’t stop immediately, but they soften, turning into little hiccups.
Instinctively, your hand reaches out, gently enclosing her tiny foot in your palm. Your other hand finds Sanji’s back, resting between his shoulder blades.
You feel his shoulders relax slightly beneath your hand, though he still doesn’t look away from her.
“She’s settling,” Sanji says softly, more to you than anyone else.
“Yeah.” You pause for a moment, watching as the hiccups begin to slow—longer breaths slipping in between as she looks at her father.
“You’re good at this.” You lean your head closer, pressing your cheek into his shoulder.
He glances at you briefly, before murmuring, “I’ve had a good teacher.”
Your baby’s chubby fingers begin to loosen in his shirt, her breathing slowly evening out. Her eyes drift—still a little unfocused—but they catch on you where you stand beside him.
Lingering on you for a moment, her gaze drifts back to him, her small body relaxing more against his chest.
By the time you make it back to bed, the storm has quieted. Not by a lot, but reduced to a steady rain against the windows.
She doesn’t stir when you settle her between you, small and warm above the blankets, her breathing deep and even now.
Even still, Sanji lingers for a moment, a hand resting lightly against her frame. Like he needs to be sure.
Then, carefully, he leans in—pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
And just as carefully, another to yours.
“Je t’aime,” His voice is low, quieter than anything the storm could have given. “Goodnight, beautiful.”
His arm finds its place around you both without a second thought.
This time, when the thunder rolls in the distance, it doesn’t wake anyone.
a/n: this was just a random blurb idea i had at like six this morning. thank you for reading !!
Y dime, ¿aún me amarías si ya no fuera lo que soy, lo que era, lo que fui hecho para ser? ¿No puedes ver como quiero escapar de mi propio corazón y combinar la fachada que he aprendido a amar? Dime. ¿Me esperarías? ¿Todavía me amarías si fuera yo?
pd: Mis habilidades en inglés no son las mejores aún así espero se pueda entender lo que quería transmitir
pd2: después del love deberia estar un interrogante, pero en la versión corregida me pone un filtro azul???? así que esta se queda :)
Stereotypical mindset through the lens of Sanji's character.
I know it will come off a bit uncomfortable for some fans, but I don't like people calling sanji a "malewife"
It's so misogynist and stereotypical. Why is he considered a malewife or a female kind of character? He is a male for fuck's sake.
He is
A man,
A dude,
A brother,
A son,
A chef.
The fact that people associate provider, cook, and emotional person with feminine characteristics is wrong in so many ways.
Sanji is a provider. A lover. An emotional mess. A chef. A romaniticist.
That doesn't make him associated with feminity in any way. This shows how people see women and men, respectfully.
As much as it is about feminine stereotypes, it is also about masculinity stereotypes.
Sanji, as a character, questions both of them very openly. His character is a bridge between both, allows you to talk about both.
He, in the story, always sees women as people who have to sacrifice themselves. And he doesn't support that fact, he wants women to be free, to be happy, to be safe. He conveys each and every aspect of female struggles without being one. His understanding of people, as person's, allow us— viewers a deep dive into these things people perceive as "normal".
He romantising life itself by cooking good food, eating good food and relishing every moment of it. He doesn't just romantise it, he lives it— to the fullest.
He also breaks the stereotype of sacrifing your own dreams for your parents by refusing to give on his passion— cooking. (Will make a dedicated one to it).
Why can't a man be expressive like Sanji is?
Why can't a man be a provider like Sanji?
Why can't a man cook like Sanji does?
Why can't a man show his emotions like Sanji does?
Think for yourself. Question yourself.
Stories are not for just entertainment, they are to bring out questions rarely asked, question how certain things are perceived. This shows your mindset, your perspective, your thoughts.
Why is Sanji considered feminine for being expressive? Can't men be expressive? Don't they have emotions? What's so wrong about showing your emotions as a man? Who set the ground rules?
Why is Sanji considered feminine for being a provider? Why can't men be providers— cooking, doing households chores? Why is it always a woman?
Sanji isn't just a chef and a provider but also a protector and fighter. While embracing his soft and sweet sides, he can also be bold and fierce.
Re-define masculinity, re-define feminity. Because it definitely deserves to be re defined.
Work and chores shouldn't associated with such terms. Stop using them for it.
Hello cutie~ I would like to request something cutsy or kinda sensual with Sabo or Sanji (whoever you like more). Like they have already established relationship and the reader is like sitting in their lap infront of everyone. And Sabo/Sanji subconsciously rubbing their thighs and waist. I thought it would be cute 🥺 and the reader gets flustered lol~
Secret Touches (Blackleg Sanji x reader)
For whatever reason, I had soooo much trouble writing this (but I've had writer's block for the past couple days, so...). Thanks for requesting it, Shortcake, I hope you like it!
Word count: 460~
Warning: Suggestive
It was one of those rare nights where Sanji could take a break from waiting on the crew after dinner. Okay, you’d forced him to sit down with the rest of you at the dinner table after he’d served dinner.
He deserved a night off every once in a while, too. And in order to assure he’d stay in his seat, you’d planted yourself firmly in Sanji’s lap.
Sanji didn’t mind in the slightest. In fact, your boyfriend seemed to be in heaven, surrounded by his crew- rowdy as they were- with you in his lap.
He’d leaned back in his seat, pulling you into his chest. With your head resting on his shoulder, Sanji’s hands fiddled absently at the hem of your shorts as he listened to another one of Usopp’s tall tales.
As Usopp’s story reached its climax, Sanji’s grip tightened unconsciously on your thigh, just slightly, totally enraptured by the tale.
Your body tensed in surprise for a moment. Naturally, Sanji noticed. He glanced down at you. “Are you alright, my love?”
“Fine!” you squeaked, burying your face in his neck, your skin flushed.
Sanji chuckled lowly, his breath warm against your ear when he spoke. “I see. So it won’t be a problem if I do… this?” His long fingers trailed slowly up and down the length of your thigh.
You gripped his hand, forcing him to stop. “Not in front of everyone!” you whispered harshly, but there was no bite in your voice.
“Not in front of everyone?” he asked, lacing his fingers with yours. “I can fix that.”
In one swift movement, Sanji rose to his feet, you in his arms. “It’s late,” he told the rest of the crew, never one to leave without a farewell. “We’re heading to bed.”
“Already?” Luffy asked, his head cocked.
Sanji glanced down at you, allowing you to make the final decision of if the two of you would retire for the night or not.
“Yeah, I’m exhausted,” you agreed, not sure if you sounded convincing, but with the way Sanji’s thumb was now discreetly rubbing circles into your waist, it was the best you could manage.
Luffy shrugged at this, and the rest of the crew bid you both goodnight.
Sanji carried you back to your room, laying you down on your bed with the reverence of a devoted worshipper.
“Is this better?” he asked you, his voice earnest now, not sultry, searching for your permission.
You smiled up at him with that look in your eyes that used to give him nosebleeds- luckily, he’d grown out of that after a couple years of dating. “Much.” And without another word, your fingers tightened around his tie and pulled his lips to yours.
