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Good Omens Fic Rec: A Billion Points of Light
The firefighter lifts the visor on their helmet, and Crowley may not be able to see very well, but those are the most beautiful eyes he’s ever seen in his life.
Crowley has never been one for the whole 'love at first sight' business, but he may need to reassess after Aziraphale - a gorgeous firefighter - saves his life.
Length: 50,764 words
AO3 Rating: Explicit / Spice Level 🔥🔥🔥🔥
Best for: Mostly Safe in Public, Slow Burn, Human AU
Triggers: None/Panic Attacks
Read it here, fic by akitsuko
*Minor Spoilers* Oh my poor Crowley. In this human AU, our massage therapist Crowley, falls asleep one night and wakes to find his flat on fire. When all hope seems lost, he is saved by an Angel. Or rather, retained firefighter and antique book dealer Aziraphale. With no one else to turn to for help, Aziraphale brings Crowley home to his cottage while he recovers and slowly pieces his life back together. And you can guess what happens next. I really adored this story. The way they interact, slow and yet so fast, is exactly why we keep coming back to these stories. But it also had a very engaging plot in the way Crowley tries to piece his life back together after the fire. The moments where his walls collapse and he fully feels the trauma of what happened were heartbreaking and so real. Thank someone that Aziraphale is there to take care of him and steady him. And I love that this story doesn't give them their happily ever after immediately, there's a lot of baggage to sort out. But slowly, they will get there. They'll always get there in the end.
I loved this story, it felt so safe and comforting. Safe in public until towards the end, nothing very graphic though so you'll be fine either way. Beware of the overwhelming yearning to magically find yourself a partner that's a massage therapist that will hit during this one!
Read it here, fic by akitsuko
#good omens#good omens fanfiction#good omens fanfic#fanfic rec#aziracrow#good omens fic rec#aziraphale x crowley#A Billion Points of Light#akitsuko#long#four flames#human au#slow burn#massage au#firefighter au
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26 (massage fic) and 87 (aroused by her voice) featuring g!p Clarke
Lying there, face down, butt naked apart from a thin white towel covering the important bits, Clarke couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
She'd booked in for a massage because it was about time she did a little self care, but now she was here, her nerves were getting the best of her.
She was just contemplating making an excuse and bailing when she heard a door opening and closing and light footsteps approaching her prone form.
"Hello Clarke," what had to be the sexiest fucking voice Clarke had ever heard, permeated the small space. Feminine and soft but assertive, and the way she said her name nearly made Clarke cum on the spot.
"Uh, hey," Clarke stammered awkwardly, squeezing her eyes shut in embarrassment. She was glad she was face down and the Sexy Voice masseuse couldn't see her face.
"My name is Lexa, and I'll be taking care of you today," Clarke’s cock was definitely responding to the smooth sounds of Sexy Voice, even though in her head Clarke knew it was probably a 60 year old woman standing above her, pouring massage oil on her back.
"I see you've booked for our full service relaxation package. Have you been with us before?" Soft hands started rubbing expertly on Clarke's back and she let out an involuntary moan.
"Uh, no. First time," she managed to say as deft fingers worked magic on the tension in her back
"No problem, just relax and let me look after your needs," Lexa's soothing voice and delicate, but firm hands were doing wonders for Clarke. She felt relaxed already.
Exept for her dick, that is. That traitorous fucker was hard as a rock, Clarke’s only saving grace being that she was still face down.
After Lexa had successfully relieved every tension Clarke had in her back, shoulders and legs, Lexa spoke again.
"If you could roll over for me, please, then we can continue,"
"Um, I'm not sure that's a good idea," Clarke said awkwardly, trying to will her erection away without success.
"I can not provide you our full service package treating only your back, Clarke," Lexa insisted, stepping back and waiting for Clarke to comply.
Sighing in resignation, Clarke bit the bullet and rolled over, knowing the small towel would give her no cover, and Lexa would bring a swift end to the session when she saw Clarke’s boner. Keeping her eyes clamped shut, not wanting to see the disappointed look on Sexy Voice's face, Clarke held her breath and waited for the inevitable.
"Thank you, Clarke," somehow her voice got sexier, and Clarke let out her breath and opened her eyes, coming face to face with one of the most attractive women she'd ever seen.
Definitely not a 60 year old grandma, Clarke thought to herself as she ran her eyes over the gorgeous eyes and killer jawline in front of her.
Her cock twitched in aproval, much to her embarassment, as there was no way the masseuse would have missed that.
"Again, just relax, and let me take care of you," Lexa's voice was enough to have Clarke doing as she was told, relaxing back on the massage table.
Oil was applied liberally to her torso, and Clarke couldn't help but stare as the gorgeous woman started rubbing her neck and shoulders.
It was at this point that Clarke realised she hadn't booked at a normal massage parlour, as Lexa descended to her breasts and began expertly kneading and running her thumbs over her erect nipples.
Clarke was powerless to stop it as Lexa moved down her body, drawing moans and groans out of Clarke as she turned a massage into a very sexual experience.
Before Clarke could gather her wits, the towel was removed from her waist, revealing her hard cock to the cool air of the massage room.
"You have a beautiful cock, Clarke," Lexa husked as she looked over Clarke’s package with interest. "May I?" She asked so sexily that Clarke thought she might nut at the first touch.
"Yes, fuck, do whatever you want," Clarke begged, too far gone to give any other answer.
Soft, oiled up hands started stroking her dick, paying particular attention to the head as they worked.
Clarke looked on as the sexy woman with the sexy voice jerked her dick with practised precision, moaning audibly and throwing her head back as one hand started massaging her balls.
"The next part will be easier if you sit up for me on the edge of the table," Lexa said, and Clarke wasted no time complying, swinging her legs over the edge and waiting in anticipation.
Clarke watched on as Lexa dropped to her knees in front of her, taking her dick back in her hand before leaning in and taking the head in her mouth.
"Oh, fuck," Clarke groaned, bringing a hand to the back of Lexa's head as she started to bob up and down on her cock.
Using her tongue to massage the underside as she descended, Lexa applied the perfect amount of suction as she withdrew before swirling her tongue around the head and repeating.
Clarke gently encouraged the motions with ber hand, scarcely believing the hot masseuse was on her knees sucking her cock like a pro. It was one of the best blowjobs Clarke had ever had, and she was a little disappointed when she felt the beginnings of her orgasm building fat too soon.
"I'm gonna cum," Clarke warned, fingers tightening in the soft brown hair of her masseuse.
Lexa appeared to double her efforts, taking Clarke deeper and gently rolling her balls in her hand as she approached her climax.
Clarke grunted, and held Lexa's head still as she came, spurt after spurt of cum shooting directly into her mouth.
Lexa didn't protest or try and move, she simply licked and sucked Clarke dry, swallowing every last drop of cum until Clarke was spent and empty.
Breathless and content, Clarke lay back down on the massage table to recover. Lexa rose to her feet, wiping her mouth as she gathered her hear up.
"That concludes our session, Clarke. I hope it was satisfactory for you, and if you would like to book another session, please stop by reception on the way out." Lexa said formally, "you can request me personally if you enjoyed our time together," she added suggestively as she exited the room, leaving Clarke to her thoughts and comprehensively blown mind.
Because Clarke was absolutely booking again. And she was without a fucking doubt requesting sexy voice Lexa.
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What is your job and how would an Obikin AU work in that context
I am a massage therapist! This question was so exciting and inspiring that I came up with two brilliant ideas. And if anyone wants to write them I would happily be a consultant :)
Idea One:
Massage School AU. Obi-Wan is a massage therapy instructor at a fairly new school. He hasn't even been a massage therapist very long, and he's still in his 20s which is younger than some of his students, but he did so well on the licensing exam that the school was very eager to hire someone who could effectively teach the textbook licensing material. He's a little ambivalent about the job, but he needed to get out of working in a spa environment, because his brain would obsess over the fact that his coworkers used hand sanitizer (instead of soap and hot water) in between clients and it started to drive him crazy. His coworkers also said inappropriate sexual comments in the break room about their clients' bodies, which is Against The Rules of massage therapy ethics, but he couldn't do anything to change that. So he escaped by becoming a teacher.
His last class just graduated with a 100% retention rate and his new class comes in for his four-month accelerated course. Anakin is one of his new students. Straight out of high school, picked massage therapy as a trade because it seemed lucrative, and so easily attractive that Obi-Wan assumes he's going to be a flirt and a problem with all the female students in the class. Anakin is especially quick in learning muscle anatomy, memorizing origin and insertions and functions instantly. (It's just like building a droid, he says oddly one day as if everyone should know what he's talking about.)
He is, however, very clearly and painfully touch-starved. The whole first week, every time the students exchange massages, Anakin gets a terribly obvious erection every time he receives. He acts really embarrassed about it and tries to hide it, which makes Obi-Wan feel uncomfortably bad for him. Obi-Wan subtly slides in a lesson during the lecture part of class about how involuntary erections can happen to clients during a massage and that it doesn't necessarily mean that the therapist is in danger or that there is any sexual intent at all, but that if any therapist feels uncomfortable for any reason they should just terminate the session and walk out of the room. Anakin blushes during this lecture, knowing he's basically being talked about.
Anyways Obi-Wan doesn't want his other students to feel uncomfortable by making them massage this touch-starved boy with slightly off-putting energy, but he doesn't want Anakin to fail (and ruin his perfect retention record as a teacher.) So he decides the best course of action is to massage Anakin after class time is over and the other students leave. Lol. Because it's impossible to learn how to massage well unless you understand what it feels like to receive. And because massage is physically demanding work and receiving bodywork is necessary for preventing injury.
So once or twice a week, Obi-Wan stays late so he can massage his only male, much-younger student. Who gets hard every time, but that's fine, because Obi-Wan's not threatened or weirded out by erections; in fact he can objectively appreciate one, even under a blanket. He doesn't have time to make it out to the gay club much anymore, so it's almost nice and nostalgic just to be around a guy with an erection, even if it's just a physiological response to massage. LOL.
This goes on for a while. He does not notice Anakin growing increasingly obsessed with him. He does not notice Anakin reading special meaning into their after-hours time together. He does not notice Anakin manipulating him into more and more time--not just for massage, but for talking as well. He also assumes that Anakin is not into energy work, because he vocally hates the meditation part of their classes and doesn't even close his eyes. But one day, Obi-Wan guides the students through an exercise of feeling qi flowing from the palms of their hands, and he goes around to each of them to sense what they're doing and balance them out, and when he gets to Anakin, it's like being hit by a strong undertow, and he tries to reach out to steady Anakin's qi but he's not actually powerful enough to do so. And Anakin, eyes closed, smirks a little and says something like, "I can feel you behind me, Obi-Wan." And Obi-Wan's like, wow, this boy really is something special. I'm probably not fit to teach him, but I'll do my best.
When the class gets to the deep tissue module, Anakin starts being more of a problem, because he has every muscle memorized, can palpate trigger points and adhesions easily, uses energy work without even realizing he's doing it, and is also big and strong enough to apply a lot of pressure. And, worst of all, by this point, he's realized he's more gifted than his classmates and thus believes that he knows best. So he hurts his classmates, not believing them when they say they want less pressure. He wants to fix their bodies, which is not the same as providing them a good massage. Obi-Wan tries to tell him this, but he's stubborn. Obi-Wan knows Anakin's approach of ignoring boundaries is unethical, but he also knows several other male massage therapists who have cult-level fanbases and make tons of money in tips by using this same approach, because society is weird that way. If Anakin could just figure out a charming, approachable bedside manner about it, he would actually be very successful.
So instead of making Anakin hurt more classmates trying to learn how to give people what they want instead of what they need, Obi-Wan starts letting Anakin practice on him.
Which, of course, leads to Anakin digging his elbow into Obi-Wan's gluteal muscles until his teacher is squirming (and it's been too long since Obi-Wan has gotten a massage AND since he's gone to the gay club AND since he's thought about pain and pleasure being linked, because it's causing him some issues.) Anakin's all, "This one's the piriformis, right? And this is the obturator? And this is the gluteus medius insertion..." And Obi-Wan, sweating, scrapes out a "yes." Anakin tells him to turn over onto his back and Obi-Wan says that's enough for the day. They can do more next time :)
And then Obi-Wan begins realizing he's plagued with sexual thoughts about his student. Which is bad, unethical, and inconvenient. But Anakin is unfortunately really hot, and every new thing Obi-Wan learns about him makes it increasingly easy to imagine the way in which Anakin is his type: openly emotional, demanding, willing to call Obi-Wan out on his bullshit, family-oriented, honest, passionate... It's fine. He can separate the confused lonely daydream version of Anakin from his student.
But a particularly vivid daydream strikes him in the middle of a meditation one day and he looks over and sees Anakin staring at him from across the room, waves of energy radiating off of him, completely missed by all the other students meditating with closed eyes.
Anakin picks up on how badly this flusters Obi-Wan and starts messing with him more. This is alarming for Obi-Wan, who has been bullied for being gay plenty of times before and who doesn't want to lose his job for having inappropriate feelings for a daydream-version of one of his students. But it also arouses him :( Especially when Anakin keeps pushing him to resume their massage trade sessions (which Obi-Wan abruptly ended) and follows him to his car in the parking lot to tell him how much he misses their time together. Obi-Wan lies in bed at night wondering if Anakin could have followed him home and is about to demand entrance into his apartment and body. He hates himself for coming to that thought.
And then, when the classroom part of the course is almost over and the clinic portion (where they massage strangers for free) is soon to begin, Anakin passes the licensing exam before any of his classmates and begs Obi-Wan to be his first client at his home studio, as a thank you. "You never did let me get very deep with you lying on your back," he says, because Obi-Wan had never let their deep tissue sessions continue to that point. "I promise I'll make it good," Anakin says, smirking lips, fluttering eyes, shinning teeth. Obi-Wan agrees, not even knowing really if he's agreeing to a massage or sex, and a little too aroused to care about the ethics of that uncertainty.
Anakin drives them to his apartment, where he has a battered old massage table with stained sheets set up in the middle of a living room that is clearly shared with other college-aged young men who live off of takeout pizza. Anakin gives an amazing deep tissue massage from scalp to toes, then asks, quietly, for Obi-Wan to turn over. And Obi-Wan does, carefully, feeling the thin sheet drape over his semi-hard cock, the faint pressure making him harder, and the smell of Anakin's sweat and breath over him. Obi-Wan keeps his eyes closed, makes his hands relax against the table. And Anakin continues to massage him. Feet, legs, all the way to the tops of his thighs, with the sheet carefully and professionally draped, just like he'd been taught. Obi-Wan can't tell if he's disappointed or not by Anakin not saying anything about his state of arousal. His mind is too full of bliss and static to think about anything, even as Anakin re-covers his leg and moves onto his arms. Obi-Wan can't even be bothered to say anything when Anakin's fine, big hands, which have recently touched his feet, move up to massage his neck without washing first. Anakin has decided that Obi-Wan can have foot germs on his neck skin, and that's just the way it's going to be. Obi-Wan can deal with that. He can take anything. Massage is about trust.
And then right at the very end, after tractioning Obi-Wan's compressed neck for a full ecstatic minute, Anakin asks, "How did I do?" and Obi-Wan says, "Very good," and then Anakin's lips are on his, upside-down, soft, wet, demanding, and searching. Obi-Wan's heart starts pounding and he opens his mouth wide open to give Anakin more.
And then, eventually, Anakin gets in very deep with Obi-Wan on his back :) And Obi-Wan doesn't even remember to care about the foot germs.
Okay that was idea #1 and it went on for so long lol! Someone send another ask if you want to hear about the (more fucked up) idea #2!
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AU where Mickey owns a massage salon where he hires masseurs who rub their chest and asscheeks on clients naked body. Ians exhausting and thought this is a normal massage place, and Mickey decides to massage Ian himself
Ian almost falls asleep when he’s lying on the massage bed waiting for the masseur to get ready. When he opens his tired misty eyes, he sees a male figure wearing nothing but a black thong. He knows he prolly comes to the wrong place and thinks abt whether to call this whole thing off.
He’s already sitting up when the guy comes closer. Then the raven-hair masseur with knuckle tattoos turns around to pick out the massage oil in the cabinet, and holy fuck, he knows he’s gonna have the best massage in his entire life.
So Ian lies down again and sighs with happy anticipation.
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i saw this post and IMMEDIATELY thought of them
(art + emori au by @shrimperini )
#hero is a tired old shrimp of a man i just know he needs a fucking massage#or a blunt#omori#emori au#voltposting
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Me and Tello have been watching mob psycho 100 and I think tello is in love with Reigen
#lee txt#hea au#I say 'watching' but its mostly just me playing it on the big ass tv tello has in his lab#the only time I ever catch tello watching it is when reigen is doing something like. taking his shirt off or.#that one scene where he's sweating all sexy like#or that scene where he's giving that lady a massage#like. tellooooo... you got somethin you wanna say bro??
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Zelda:
Gan:
Gan: Ok but they said there are three people in this town named Link. How do you know one, or any of them, is the Hero?
Zelda: *intense observation of a pot* If the legends are true…
Kid: *runs by and knocks over pot as he passes*
Zelda: THAT’S IT THAT’S HIM
#forsaken au#how many Links will she and her legendary massage therapist go through#At least until they run into Mystery Link#Y’all should send suggestions of different Links and Zelda will determine if they’re the Hero or not 😂#while poor Gerudo Link is just stuck in the insanity and potentially making sassy commentary
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Low-key feel bad for the Empress having to give birth to so many heirs LMFAO
The Empreussy is strong but her love for her courtesans is even stronger
RIP that Emprussy 😭
Luckily for her, her resilience makes her determined to have her heirs. Pregnancy is a bitch, but it’s worth it to have such beautiful children with her courtesans <3
At the very least, the Empress has many lovers that’ll help her and stick by her side for everything :)
#🫧feeding the fishes#empress au#cue courtesan lisa cooking all of the empress’ pregnancy cravings#courtesan miko serving as a heating pad while she lays on the empress’ belly#and courtesan dehya massaging her feet or something
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They are still rivals but now they are dating.
#lawrusso#johnny lawrence#daniel larusso#the karate kid#cobra kai#fanart#lawrusso fanart#johnny x daniel#locker room#johnny just won a few times and needs a massage#the karate kid fanart#the karate kid au
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These two deserve some respite 🥺
#pls let them rest and be happy </3#resident evil#serennedy#fanart#leon kennedy#luis serra#re4r#au where luis survives and leon dotes and fusses over him while his stab wound is healing <3#and luis eats it up he lovesssss being the center of leons attention LOL#anyways. rn im drawing a short comic where luis gives leon a back massage 😏#and ofc leon's touch starved ass is in heaven#i looooove being so unnormal about these two <3
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Miraculous fanart: Chloenette (Honey massage)
Another Chloenette image.
This happens at the Grand Hotel, in the Chloenette AU.
Chloé offers to Marinette a special massage.
Is it the Honeymoon ?
#miraculous ladybug#miraculous fanart#miraculous au#chloenette au#marinette dupain cheng#chloé bourgeois#chloenette#sketch#honey#massage#my art
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Ouizzy Drabble Hours
Izzy craves this. Needs it, even.
Edward has been off lately, more so than usual. He's left Izzy shouldering more and more responsibility. Instead of leading his men, Edward has taken to shutting himself up in his quarters where opium now hangs thick in the air. Edward burns the candles low, so they flicker dim, cast shadows on the walls. The orange glow makes Edward's eyes look sunken, the black irises glint and glimmer but stay empty somehow. It's eerie.
Izzy deflects every question, crushes any worry before it can fester, redirects the crew's attention away from the Captain however he can. Even if that includes making port. The men are all excited to return to the Republic of Pirates. Except Ivan and Fang who Izzy has assigned the duty of restocking. They're a reliable sort, as best as Izzy can hope for, anyway. And Izzy is not doing it this time. Instead, Izzy has plans.
Because Izzy has gone far, far too long without this, allowing a tension to build, to coil tight in his chest. He needs release.
Izzy steps into the brothel with intent, on a mission to find exactly what he's looking for.
The Madame approaches him, grinning, "Well, you look a man who knows what he wants. Tell me, which of my lovely ladies has caught your eye?"
Izzy's gaze stops on a man. He's tall, dark-skinned, playing an instrument at the end of the bar.
"Him," Izzy tells her.
The Madame glances back at the man and her face twists up in a frown.
"I'll pay double," Izzy tells her, "Triple, even, if you keep it quiet."
She blinks at him in surprise, then smiles. And Izzy knows he's won.
"Aye, that can be arranged," she gestures to the stairs, "Let me show you to a room and your…suitor will be in to join you shortly."
Izzy simply nods before following the woman deeper into the brothel.
Frenchie doesn't do this. Right, okay, he works at a brothel. But not at the brothel. He just plays music, to set the mood, and sometimes serves drinks. He's not, you know, a brothel employee. So when the Madame approaches him, Frenchie is shocked by what she says.
"Got you a client, lad," she tells him.
"What?" Frenchie blinks at her, "Like a private show or something?"
She sighs, "Not quite."
See, Frenchie needs money. Told her that, too, when she hired him. He needs to get out of the Republic of Pirates. Only thing stopping him is the fare.
"Man said he'd pay triple," she tells Frenchie, "Half is yours if you do as you're told and stay discreet."
Frenchie's not naive, knows exactly what she's offering. His stomach flips.
It's not that he has anything against that kind of thing. All his friends are whores! Just. You know. It's different, innit? Working alongside whores does not a whore make. Doesn't make much money, either.
"He's upstairs waiting," the Madame pats Frenchie's arm, "The room at the end of the hall, love."
She doesn't wait to hear Frenchie's answer. They both know what it's going to be. Frenchie used to think that freedom would come with choice, opportunity, the whole world at his fingertips. Such a stupid little thing he was, back then.
Frenchie tucks his lute behind the bar, sneaks a shot of rum, and heads upstairs.
#and then Frenchi gives Izzy a back massage#👀#some kind of season one au#my drabbles#izzy hands#ofmd frenchie#frenchie ofmd#ouizzy#ofmd#our flag means death
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i need a fic where Eris is just completely, irrevocably, devotedly, surprisingly and oh so consuming in love with Nesta Archeron and willing to move mountains for her
#so hear me out#modern au#she makes him want to build a house#she makes him want to smile#she makes him want to braid her hair and massage her feet#he is gruesome to whoever but to her???#prince CHARMING#nesta#neris#eris vanserra#nesta archeron#neris fic#does anyone has recs for this?
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Very gentle biscuits <3
Sabibun tries returning the favor but he’s not as good of a chef like giyuu :(
Giyuu still appreciates the effort <3
#kny#demon slayer#tomioka giyuu#octo’s art#sabito#sabigiyuu#SABIBUN AU#giyuu likes to knead the lil bun#he gets free massages#Sabito is a baker in the making#he’ll get the hang of it#tried looking up if bunnies make biscuits like cats & kinda found an answer ?#it looked more like burrowing but cksnsk#whether they do or not Sabito isn’t too great at it#taking a break from a bigger drawing by drawin the sillies <3#kny au
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Forgot to post this, but one of the people on one of the servers I'm on (and talked about the Knowledge White AU with) asked about how the scene where Sanji and Zeff get stranded would happen with Goji around. It would go like this:
Goji insists that Sanji eat most of the food that Zeff gives them. His argument being that he's built much tougher than Sanji, and as such he can handle going without food for longer periods than a normal human. That, and he has a fishing line on him that he uses to try and catch fish for himself (and Sanji) to eat. (Goji gets in the habit of being prepared for anything and making sure that he has 'everything but the kitchen sink' on him just in case. With he and Sanji hiding away from the Judge, better to have as many tools/items as possible to help with any situation. Basically, better to have it and not need it then need it and not have it.)
After a few days on the rock, Goji goes to Zeff's side of the rock to steal his "food" for himself and Sanji. (He waits till Sanji is asleep because he doesn't want Sanji to get get caught up if Goji ends up fighting Zeff.) That's when he finds out that Zeff gave him and Sanji all the food and that the pirate has been eating his severed leg to sustain himself.
Goji is more confused by Zeff's actions than anything. After all, logically Zeff should have kept all the food for himself instead of giving it way in order for himself to survive. Doing the opposite makes no sense to Goji. And Goji is not sure how to feel about it. But in the end he decides not to care. His and Sanji's survival is the most important. Though he does tell Zeff not to tell Sanji about it because Goji just knows that his brother would feel the need to repay back such a debt and might try to give Zeff some of their food.
Goji does end up sharing some of the fish he caught with Zeff too. Yet it took a few days after finding out what Zeff did before he would start to sometimes slip the pirate a fish here and there. Mostly at night so that Sanji wouldn't find out. (Goji doesn't understand why he does so. He just thinks that if he takes on the debt of Zeff giving him and Sanji a chance to survive, than Sanji doesn't have to.)
After that, Goji does make sure that the food doesn't fall off the rock. And sometime later, Sanji does try to take the "food" that Zeff has for himself and Goji. Goji tries to stop him, but after Sanji makes a comment about Goji not caring about him, it freezes Goji in his tracks for a moment. (And although he doesn't realize it then, that comment filled Goji with dread. Worried that his brother might hate him.) That moment is all Sanji needs to find out the truth. And then it ends how it does in canon. They get saved and Zeff ends up taking in both Sanji and Goji.
#One Piece#AU#Knowledge White AU#text post#Vinsmoke Sanji#Black Leg Sanji#Vinsmoke Goji#Zeff#Red Leg Zeff#BTW after getting stranded on the rock with Sanji and Zeff#Goji doubles down on having 'everything but the kitchen sink' on hand#he makes sure to carry a massager bag filled with survival supplies afterwards whenever he goes anywere#thou never tell him about fanny packs#he'd end up wearing two or three of them at a time 24/7 if he knew about them#Goji also gets kind of clingy to Sanji afterwards too#he's starting to have emotions and doesn't know how to handle it#and I promise I'm working on Goji's design#I'm just busy with college at the moment cuz the semester is ending#I'll have him done and posted soon after I promise
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sick & achy Steve please!! If Eddie can shred on a guitar he’s gotta have magic massage hands too
Oooh I love this one and lucky for you my flight is delayed 😩 I hope you enjoy this little ficlet, Anon ❤️
Set in my Rockstar AU
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“I’m back!” Eddie called out as he shut the front door with his foot. He made his way deeper into the apartment. “Hellooo? I know there’s a really handsome but unfortunately sick guy in this place somewhere.”
“On the- HAESSSH!! iiSSHHiew!! On the couch…” Steve groaned and ran a hand through his hair, propping himself up.
“Bless you! Well I guess you’ll be needing these…” the older man pulled a box of tissues from the top of the grocery bag he was carrying and put it on Steve’s lap.
“Thag’ks.”
“I also got!! These delicious popsicles. I may have eaten one on the drive back… some soup… more nighttime meds as requested. And uhhhhh in here somewhere…. cough drops!!”
Eddie beamed, definitely proud of the successful run to the store. “I can make you some of this soup for lunch. Is there anything else I can get you while I’m up?”
“Do we have any Advil? I’m just so achy.”
Steve frowned - his whole body felt heavy and exhausted.
“Yeah I’ll get you some!” Eddie had already started heading to the medicine cabinet in the kitchen to shake out some pills. “But what you really need might be a Munson Massage.”
Steve perked up at this. Eddie gave amazing massages. Being so quick and sharp on his guitar, there really wasn’t much those hands couldn’t do…
“Could I really be so lucky?” Steve teased, sitting upright as Eddie handed him the pills and a glass of water.
“Absolutely babe. Take your meds and take your shirt off, I’ll take care of everything else.”
Steve did as he was told, shivering slightly when his shirt came off. Eddie came up behind the couch, unscrewing a jar of Vicks Vaporub.
“Alright Stevie, just relax.”
Eddie grinned and breathed on his hands to warm them up before rubbing a thin layer of Vicks onto Steve’s back. He used his thumbs to rub deep pressured circles along Steve’s shoulders and neck.
The younger man almost melted into the touch, body immediately relieved of tension and stress.
Eddie slowly worked his way up to massage the base of Steve’s head - where he sometimes got headaches when he was sick.
“Your hands are truly magic, Eddie…” Steve almost moaned, tilting his head back to look up at his partner.
“Don’t I know it.” He winked.
#s/tranger t/hings#e/ddie m/unson#s/teve h/arrington#snzblr#ask box#kb au’s#rockstar AU#sickfic#fever aches#massages
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