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What if I wrote a post rescue Travnat fic where they’re hunting for Easter eggs with his family and end up making out against a tree 👀 WHO SAID THAT??? 👀 WHO SAID THAT????

Your Heart In My Chest (And Mine in Yours)

The settlement they get is more money than Natalie’s ever seen in her whole life, more money than anyone in her family has ever seen, more money than Travis has ever seen. Surprisingly, not more than his mother has seen. Turns out she used to work at some big bank before her marriage, before Travis and Javi, before she moved to their dead-end town. She sits them both down immediately, stressing the importance of them not taking this absurd amount of money and blowing it.

So I’m like vaguely watching Yellowjackets right now and I’m rejecting the adult timeline. In my mind Travis and Natalie got home, got therapy, got married and became like park rangers or search and rescue specialists so that they can still feel that sense of purpose without the cult stuff

And maybe they get two big dogs that love the outdoors and they’re HAPPY AND SOBER TOGETHER FOREVER

Anyways I wrote a post rescue oneshot for our faves find it here!!!!

Silver Ring

You so rarely get privacy when you’re part of a crew, but the Going Merry has stopped at an island well known for its nightlife and well your crew knows how to drink. Or at the very least, how to have fun amongst drunk people when they’re sober. So once the rest of the crew is distracted, you and Sanji find some time to slip away, and that’s how you ended up here.

The moon is bright and full in the night sky, bathing Sanji in a silvery glow that makes him look like a fairytale prince. You’re tucked away in an alcove, and he has you pressed against the wall, the waves lapping at the nearby shore, Sanji’s plush lips on your neck, his skilled fingers under your skirt.

“You look radiant like this, a goddess of love and lust bestowing a chance encounter on a mortal such as me.” Sanji says, pressing the words into the sensitive skin of your neck, his free hand at the nape of your neck, fingers splayed in your hair, cradling your head.

You let your head fall back into his touch exposing more of the flesh to him, moaning softly when he circles your clit with his thumb, his index finger gently stroking your entrance. “Sanji, please.”

“We haven’t even started yet, and you’re already begging? You do a man’s ego wonderfully, sweetheart.”

You wrinkle your nose in response, meeting his sea blue eyes, a pout on your lip.

“Now, that’s just not fair.” He chuckles, dipping his head down to capture your lips as he slides his middle and ring fingers up and down your core tantalizingly slow.

“You’re not fair.” You tell him, hips wriggling, seeking more stimulation.

Sanji smiles into your kiss, moving his hand to grip your thigh and pull it up, wrapping it around him, bringing you closer until you’re flush against him.

As your hips move, Sanji’s fingers continuing their pace, you feel a chill and an unknown texture graze your clit, a jolt going through you.

Sanji stops, pulling back to look at you. “Everything alright love?”

You nod, breathing a little uneven. “Yeah, yeah, all good.”

“If you say so. Just tell me if it’s too much, alright?” Sanji resumes his ministrations, and you feel it again, though the chill has lessened, the texture adds much needed stimulation.

You grab his hand keeping it in place, rolling your hips against it. “I will, just don’t move.”

He raises a brow and glances down, a cocky smile tugging at his lips. “You like my ring?”

Ring? You totally forgot he wears a ring, but you’re glad he’s wearing it now.

You nod in lieu of answering, and Sanji chuckles, removing his hand and turning the ring around before pushing into you with one finger and crooking it.

You gasp, the cool raised metal pressing against your clit while his long finger massages your walls, heat stirring in your veins. “F-Fuck, that feels—that feels good.”

“Glad to hear it.” He purrs, slipping in another finger, thrusting gently at first, the ring grazing your clit, then faster, harder, his heated lips trailing down to your breasts, finding your nipples through the fabric. His teeth graze them, sending lightning through you, your back arching.

You frantically grab at him, one hand gripping his shirt, the other clinging to his bicep, moans, and pleas falling from your lips as Sanji finds that spongy spot, fingers curling against it, ring rubbing against your clit. A debauched feeling running through you at the thought of it inside you, this ring he never takes off, the silver doused in your arousal, the cold metal a sharp contrast to the warmth of your walls.

“More Sanji, please, I need more.” You plead, a shiver running down your spin when he pulls down the straps of your dress, exposing your breasts to the night air.

“That’s it Princess, tell me what you need, I want to give it to you, I’ll give you everything, anything, just say the word.” He pants against your chest, looking up at you with brilliant blue eyes, half lidded with lust, one hand leaving your thigh to caress your side. “Say anything at all and I’ll give you whatever your heart desires.”

The soft feathery touches paired with the stretch of his fingers and the heat of his lips sucking hickeys into your skin drives you wild. The world constricting to you and him, the sounds of the water lapping against the dock, the crowd back in the bar, seagulls overhead disappearing, your senses screaming Sanji, Sanji, Sanji.

“Perfect answer.” He chuckles, dropping to his knees, and hiking your leg over his shoulder, his mouth on you before you can even register the fact that you said his name aloud.

You slap a hand over your mouth to keep in the keen of his name when his plush lips attach to your clit, his skilled fingers still twisting, and thrusting, turning you into an absolute mess. You try to drag the straps of your dress back up to preserve at least a little bit of your dignity.

Sanji pulls back, and you freeze, looking down at him, nerve endings alight, peak so, so close. “Everything okay?” You manage to ask despite the need raging in your veins, the throbbing of your core.

He presses a kiss to the inside of your knee, the stars above reflecting in his eyes. “You’re perfect, you know that? Finest thing I’ve ever tasted, most beautiful woman I’ve ever set my eyes upon, a vision of beauty and taste, I would spend eternity chasing after you.”

You bite your lip, emotions playing havoc with your thought process, any compliment of equal measure vanishing from your mind. He’s the perfect one, rendering you absolutely speechless. You reach down and caress his cheek, heart fluttering when he turns his head and kisses your palm.

“You’re the All Blue incarnate, y/n.” He says, and you’re pretty sure you’re going to start crying, and not just because he’s started coaxing you towards your peak once more while he tells you that you’re the culmination of all his lifelong dreams.

Your breath catches in your throat when Sanji dips his head, mouthing at you like a man starved, skilled tongue joining his fingers, thumb back on your clit, not giving you a second to respond. Your nails dig into his shoulder, your other hand trying to find purchase on the wall, most of your weight on Sanji who shoulders it easily.

“And you sound divine, my sweet girl, sing for me, let me hear your voice.” He begs, the vibrations of his words traveling up, up, up, until you’re lightheaded and moaning and mewling in his grip.

Pleasure seizes you, banishing all other sensations, and the thread inside you snaps, your release dragging you out of the alcove and into the ocean that is Sanji, the scent of his cologne, his cigarettes, the sound of his voice, of his groans, pull you further until you’re gasping for air.

Once you come down, you feel Sanji stand, trailing his fingertips up your legs and sides. You meet his gaze, face burning when he runs his tongue across his ring, his fingers, lapping your arousal up like he’s been set adrift with no water for days on end.

You’re pretty sure you’re in love with him. Now you just have to figure out how to tell him, maybe when your brain starts working again, you’ll give it a try. For now, you thread your hands in his hair and kiss him.

Obvious to All but Two

Nami notices it first, the way Sanji’s affections and compliments shift to you. Of course, he still flatters her endlessly, but it’s more lighthearted and friendly, all romantic overtures focused solely on you.

Just realized live action Sanji wears a thick silver ring and it begs the question does he take it off before fingering you or does this become an “inappropriate use of the Malfoy signet ring” type situation

Jealousy on the High Seas

You like Sanji, like like him as Luffy might say, if he knew you liked Sanji, that is. You like his smile, his hair, his style, his accent, how sweet he is, and the way he flirts with you so effortlessly that it makes you feel like the main character in a romance novel.  You like like Sanji, and it’s absolute torture because so does every other girl on this damn island.

You don’t even know what it is about today that’s getting so under your skin. You wouldn’t say you’re the jealous type, and usually him flirting with other girls doesn’t bother you, but as you watch him flirt his way through the marketplace you find yourself nearly bursting into envy green flames.

You’re itching to shoot something, the golden pistols at your hips drawing in the sunlight, storing it within themselves to be later used as ammunition. You breathe out and try to calm yourself, nothing good will come from shooting a random tree or sign, it’ll only draw unwanted attention, the targets on the Going Merry will be there when you return.

“Okay, so after we get these vegetables, we need to get some fabric for you and Nami, and then I think we’re done!” Luffy says, looking over the list Nami wrote out for you guys.

You nod and try not to glare at the back of Sanji’s head, because he’s flirting again, for what feels like the hundredth time today, and you’re really struggling to keep your cool.

“Oh, I can make anything, darling, just give me the right ingredients.” Sanji says, winking at the girl working the vegetable stand.

She blushes, stuttering as she hands Sanji the bag of vegetables he purchased.

You exhale sharply through your nose, and Luffy raises a brow. “You okay y/n?”

You nod, tapping your fingers against one of the holsters at your hips. “Yeah, I just hate how long this is taking.”

“We’ve only been at this stall a few minutes, though?”

The girl giggles at something Sanji says, and he leans closer, inspecting whatever she’s holding. “Now that is a work of art, and I don’t just mean the bracelet. It should be a crime for hands such as yours to be forced to work, they belong in a museum to be adored by thousands, along with the rest of you.”

“They belong in a museum.” You mimic under your breath, arms folded over your chest, your eyes darting between Sanji and the girl.

Luffy tugs on your sleeve. “Do they put hands in a museum? I’ve never seen any that weren’t sculptures or still attached to people.”

“No, he’s just being stupid.” You grumble before raising your voice so Sanji can hear you. “Sanji, let’s go, we have other places to stop at.”

Sanji flashes both you and Luffy a smile over his shoulder. “Of course, my apologies.” Then he turns back to the girl. “Thank you for your help, madam, it’s been a pleasure bending your ear.”

You roll your eyes and turn on your heel, spine stiff as steel. “Forget it, I’m going to that stall down the street, so I can get the fabric.”

You storm off before Luffy can say anything, cursing yourself for getting so worked up. It’s Sanji, he's a flirt, you’ve known this since you met him.

They find you where you said you’d be a few minutes later, admiring the bundles of fabrics, holding a deep blue one up to the sun, and scrutinizing it.

“Excellent choice Miss, that color would look ravishing on you.” The merchant says, rummaging through his stock and handing you a forest green fabric swatch. “Or a beautiful green for a beautiful woman?”

You smile and take the swatch, ignoring Sanji’s scoff. He just bought you some fabric dyed this very color at the last port, he knows you don’t need anymore. Oh well. “Wow that is beautiful, add it to my order as well please.”

“As you wish.” The merchant says, folding the fabric and placing it beside the blue.

You scan the stall. “Do you have anything pink? I’m planning to make two skirts, so I’ll need extra fabric.”

“Of course, one moment.” He ducks beneath the counter.

Sanji saunters up, draping an arm over your shoulders. “I do so love seeing my princess in pink.”

“I’m making a skirt to send to Kaya, and the other is for Nami, not me.” You tell him, brushing his arm off as the merchant reappears and places a bolt of pastel pink fabric before you. You pay the man and snatch up your purchases before Sanji can, pointedly ignoring him as you storm off back towards the ship.

“Y/N sweetheart, wait for us.” Sanji calls, his long legs bringing him to pace with you quickly.

“Walk faster if you don’t want to be left behind.” You tell him, not sparing him a glance. You just need to get some space from him so you can calm down and nurse your wounded pride.

“I mean I won’t complain about the view either way.” Sanji smiles, clearly expecting you to play along like you usually do.

“Go back to that vegetable seller then. You can get a great view of the ship sailing away without you.” There’s venom in your voice, and you see Luffy look between the two of you, utterly confused.

“Now why would I want to do that when my best girl is right here?”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah right.”

“Have I upset you, love? What’s with that frown marring your gorgeous face?” He coos, reaching out to stroke your cheek.

You stop dead in your tracks and shove his hand away. “Oh, fuck off Sanji, I’m not in the mood for false flattery.”

“False?” Sanji looks as if you’ve slapped him.

“Yeah false, fake, faux, pretend, not fucking real.” Okay, you’re losing it a little bit, jealousy is definitely not a good color on you.

“Uh, guys, maybe we should have this conversation back on the Going Merry?” Luffy says, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“You’re right, Luffy, I don’t want to talk about this.” You agree, pointedly ignoring Sanji who still looks stunned, and heading back to the ship.

You’re near the bow of the ship, targets hung from the rigging, swaying slightly in the breeze. One shot, two, three, four, all dead on, bolts of light piercing through the sacks, and spare bits of wood or metal picked up on the islands the Going Merry stops at. You don’t feel better, though, you can’t get the sound of that girl’s laughter and the way Sanji leaned in out of your head. You let out a frustrated huff and holster your pistols, the metal warm in your hands.

“Nice shooting.” Sanji says, and you turn to see him leaning against the mast, unlit cigarette in hand.

“Don’t light that while I’m here.” You remind him, intending to brush past him and hide out in your room.

Sanji catches your wrist, tucking his cigarette away. “I’d never dream of it.”

You nod, debating pulling your arm away or stomping on his foot and running.

“You’re upset with me.” He says softly.

Busted

You pull your arm away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Come on, love, I’m not stupid.”

“I think Zoro would disagree with that.”

“Yeah, well, I could say the same about him.”

You shrug, sensing a potential escape. “Go do it then.”

“Nah, I’d rather stay here and figure out what’s wrong.”

You go for denial again. “Who said anything’s wrong?”

Sanji arches a brow. “So, we’re all good then, yeah?”

“Yeah, we’re fine.” You say briskly, moving to pass him once more.

He catches your waist this time, pulling you to face him. “Ah, I said good, not fine, sweetheart.”

You scoff softly, pressing your fingertips to your temples, irritation clear on your face. “Fine, yeah, we’re good, happy?”

“I would be if I believed you, but I don’t.” His expression softens, his voice devoid of its typical cockiness and charm. “What’s wrong, love? Tell me what I did, and I’ll make it up to you, promise.”

You worry at your bottom lip, teeth catching on a patch of dried skin, tearing sharply, leaving a stinging sensation, blood blooming on your tongue.

Sanji hands you a handkerchief, and you press it to your lip, grateful for the distraction. “You didn’t do anything abnormal; I’m just in a mood today.”

“Specifically aimed at me, though?”

“Maybe I’m also pissed with Ussop, you don’t know.” You argue, kicking yourself for losing any sense of detachment you might’ve been portraying.

Sanji fixes you with a look, his fingers flexing where they’re settled on your waist. “I think I know you well enough to tell when you’re angry with everyone or just with me, darling.”

Fuck it, guess you’re doing this, sort of confessing, sort of not confessing your feelings. “Fine, okay, I was just kinda upset about all the flirting in the market today, that’s all.”

“Upset?” He asks, his expression tightening, his voice colored with hesitation.

You nod, pulling the handkerchief away, the dot of blood vivid against the pure white cloth. “I know I shouldn’t be getting all worked up about it, but I just…I didn’t like seeing you flirt with all those other girls.”

“Other girls?”

“Yeah, you were flirting with like half the island.”

Sanji nods, something dawning on him, a brilliant smile stretching across his face. “I see.”

Your brows furrow, though your stomach flips at the sight. “What?”

His smile briefly dips into a smirk. “You’re jealous.”

“Of course I am? Why wouldn’t I be? I like you, and I have to watch you flirt with other girls right in front of me.” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest.

“So, you’re upset I was flirting with other girls right in front of you, because you like me.” He reiterates slowly, that stupid smile that you can’t help but find attractive returning to his face.

“Maybe Zoro was right.” You drawl, trying to stifle your embarrassment.

Before you can blink, Sanji has you pressed against the mast, one hand cupping your cheek, his thumb resting at the corner of your lips, your breath catching in your throat. “And here I was thinking I was all alone in my feelings.”

“What?” You ask, almost panicked, head spinning as you try to make sense of the situation.

He tilts your head up gently, eyes so blue you could drown in them. “I’m not, am I?”

“No.” You manage to say, melting into his touch, eyes threatening to flutter closed when Sanji dips his head, his lips a hairsbreadth away from yours.

“You’re stunning when you’re jealous, you know that? Absolutely stunning.” He says, lips ghosting over your own with each word.

If he doesn’t kiss you, you’re going to scream.

“Hey y/n are you still out here? I want to use the targets for pra—oh shit, shit, sorry!” Ussop’s voice has you and Sanji jerking apart, as your fellow sharpshooter scrambles back, one hand over his eyes.

“I’m done with the targets, you’re good.” You tell him, fighting back the urge to scream.

“Maybe we should find somewhere more private?” Sanji suggests, holding a hand out to you.

You take it. “That’s probably a good idea.”

@elrondswifey I hope you enjoyyyy🥰🥰

3 Times Luffy Thought You and Sanji were Acting Weird

The way my work has been so stressful and anxiety inducing that I a grown woman who does not cry often has been on the verge of tears for the past four days and then boom today I cry, I calm down, thirty minutes later I’m crying again, over and over again my eyes are so red y’all this is awful

I can’t even write anything for my main fics my brain just will not allow it bc it’s too busy trying to keep a panic attack or crying fit at bay THIS SUCKS