all I currently have of my deku fic (which will be gifted to @tomanyanimesandgamestolittletime)
My Hero Academia!
pro hero!Deku/Izuku Midoriya x Reader
Sweet As Mint Fudge Cookies
Glimmering green eyes observe the city below searching for someone, anyone in trouble somehow. An air of anxiety floods your senses sitting next to your patrol partner. Itās too peaceful for him, more quiet and easy than heās ever been used to. You sigh softly, nudging Dekuās shoulder.
āIzu, itās okay to have slow patrols.ā
He nods slightly to acknowledge your voice, glancing at you for a moment and fidgeting with his hands. Itās cold out, his green hair illuminated by the falling sun, his face is obscured by that ripped up yellow cape he uses as a scarf, but you can tell his cheeks are pink from more than the chilly weather.
The night drags on as you two wander the streets assigned to you in near silence, which is cut by the muffled sound of crying on the sidewalk.
āHey, little one,ā Izuku murmurs, dropping down to speak to the young girl all alone in the streets. āDo you need help finding your parents, kiddo?ā
She nods her head hesitantly as you come to her side, cautiously reaching out with a gloved hand to wipe her tears away. His prized cape wraps around the girl as he takes her into his arms. āIām Deku,ā his voice is somehow softer than usual, āwhatās your name?ā
You shoo him to get the girl to safety. āI can handle the last hour of patrol by myself, Izu. Go get her comfortable.ā
The night sky seems a little darker and colder as he gets further from you. Even with him being quiet and not engaging much, his presence is too warm to ignore. The soft giggles at dumb jokes you make to break the silence, the feeling of his eyes on you when he thinks youāre not aware, his helping hand when you inevitably slip upā all too warm and wonderful.
Fog rolls through the streets you walk down. Once again, thereās silence. Cold, boring silence.The sidewalk feels never ending, seconds passing like hours as the sun completely disappears from the cityscape. And of course the fog shifts to rain; light but freezing cold rain.
āIām gonna have to thank Hatsume again for making my gloves adaptable to the weather.ā You think to yourself.
Ok little ones! Iām going through some things (not tragic like the majority of ao3 authors) and am either gonna be writing a LOT or very little. Please, please be patient with my Sanji fic.
Other fics may temporarily take over. However, I promise the hands that slave are worthy will be done at some point.
SAMPLE OF MY FIRST ONESHOT I WILL HAVE BOTH HERE AND AO3
Sanji x reader - barely any plot, just a lot of words, eventual smut, unfinished, Iāll add more tags later
Early morning sun spills in from the small window of Sanjiās cabin, a dim light resting on his bare chest as you peak past his door knocked ajar by the storm last night. He works so hard and evidently was too exhausted to be woken up by the waves thrashing at the Thousand Sunny. The floorboards creak slightly under your toes as you shuffle away and hope to not be noticed leering at his sleeping form. You set foot on deck and morning moves on as usual for when you canāt sleep any longer. Zoro sound asleep on the deck after a night of watching over the ship, Nami waving sleepily as she checks our course, Robin already fully awake and reading a book, and the rest of the crew nowhere to be seen.
Not long after you find a place near the galley to rest, he comes out. Sanji, so pretty and diligent even when heās so sleepy, immediately heads to his kitchen to make breakfast. He always makes sure to cook a hearty meal before our captain wakes upā simply so none of us have to hear the complaining about being hungry as soon as he opens his door. You follow him into the kitchen quietly, knocking on the counter.
āAh,ā he looks up from mixing a large bowl of eggs. āGood morning, Y/N dear.ā As usual, his inflection is enthusiastic, though his voice makes it clear thatās the first thing heās said since last night.
The extra gravelly sound mixed with your name and the image of him when you peered into his room is enough to heat up your cheeks a little.
A moment passes as thoughts bounce around in your mind. āOur needs, hm?ā His cheeks turn a soft shade of red as he watches you walk out the door, dumbfounded by the tone in your voice.
The day continues the same old routine as any uninterrupted travel does on this shipā aside from more lingering glances in your direction than usual. Sharp blue eyes scanning your body, seeming to count the strands of hair on your head, memorizing your movements, giving more attention to you than the other more familiar ladies. Unsettling yet strangely attractive and flattering. And you canāt fault him when youāve done basically the same.
Dinner served and devoured ends with him refusing your help gathering dishes, leaving you resorting to sitting on the kitchen counter waiting for him to come in and wash things by himself. His hands look so nice working. Dish towel slung over his shoulder, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, muscles moving effortlessly to do the job heās so intent on doing himself. Itās almost irresistible to just grab at him.
Which is exactly what you do. Your hands wrap around his waist, admiring the small size and the way he tenses under your touch. Seconds feel like hours as he turns his head to look at you behind him.
āY/N?ā he mutters, his face flushed. āYour precious touchā¦ā
You withdraw quickly, backing up into the counter behind you and squeaking out, āI was just checking if your waist is smaller than mine.ā A moment of silence as he stands there still stunned and red. āIt is, by the way.ā
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Sanji (One Piece)/Reader, One Piece Characters/Reader, Straw Hat Crew - Relationship
Characters: Sanji (One Piece), Nico Robin, Nami (One Piece), Roronoa Zoro, Monkey D. Luffy
Additional Tags: sanji fluff to smut, Fluff to Smut, voyeur ish, im bad at tagging, sanji finally gets laid, Obsessive Reader, obsessive sanji, Yandere Reader, Established Friendship
Summary:
Sweet (fem) Y/N find's themself getting less able to hold back obsessive feelings toward the crew's beloved cook. Looking for excuses to be around Sanji, they wonder what he tastes like.
SAMPLE OF MY FIRST ONESHOT I WILL HAVE BOTH HERE AND AO3
Sanji x reader - barely any plot, just a lot of words, eventual smut, unfinished, Iāll add more tags later
Early morning sun spills in from the small window of Sanjiās cabin, a dim light resting on his bare chest as you peak past his door knocked ajar by the storm last night. He works so hard and evidently was too exhausted to be woken up by the waves thrashing at the Thousand Sunny. The floorboards creak slightly under your toes as you shuffle away and hope to not be noticed leering at his sleeping form. You set foot on deck and morning moves on as usual for when you canāt sleep any longer. Zoro sound asleep on the deck after a night of watching over the ship, Nami waving sleepily as she checks our course, Robin already fully awake and reading a book, and the rest of the crew nowhere to be seen.
Not long after you find a place near the galley to rest, he comes out. Sanji, so pretty and diligent even when heās so sleepy, immediately heads to his kitchen to make breakfast. He always makes sure to cook a hearty meal before our captain wakes upā simply so none of us have to hear the complaining about being hungry as soon as he opens his door. You follow him into the kitchen quietly, knocking on the counter.
āAh,ā he looks up from mixing a large bowl of eggs. āGood morning, Y/N dear.ā As usual, his inflection is enthusiastic, though his voice makes it clear thatās the first thing heās said since last night.
The extra gravelly sound mixed with your name and the image of him when you peered into his room is enough to heat up your cheeks a little.
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