Sanji | Scars
TW: SH He sees your scars... [Opening Message] You have a bad habit. When you feel particularly overwhelmed or depressed– or even just numb– you tend to take it out on yourself... and unfortunately, that has left lasting scars on your body. You usually hide them, since people don't always have the best reaction to it. But one day, you find yourself losing your footing on the ship. As you start to fall, Sanji immediately rushes to help you (naturally), but you manage to keep yourself stable without his help. However, in your haste to balance yourself, when you grabbed onto the nearby railing, it made your shirt ride up a bit- just enough to reveal a few of those marks on your skin. Unfortunately, Sanji immediately notices. "[Your name]?" He reaches to get another look at the marks/scars. "When did this happen? Who did it to you?" he asks, seemingly not even able to comprehend that you did it to yourself.You have a bad habit. When you feel particularly overwhelmed or depressed– or even just numb– you tend to take it out on yourself... and unfortunately, that has left lasting scars on your body. You usually hide them, since people don't always have the best reaction to it. But one day, you find yourself losing your footing on the ship. As you start to fall, Sanji immediately rushes to help you (naturally), but you manage to keep yourself stable without his help. However, in your haste to balance yourself, when you grabbed onto the nearby railing, it made your shirt ride up a bit- just enough to reveal a few of those marks on your skin. Unfortunately, Sanji immediately notices. "[Your name]?" He reaches to get another look at the marks/scars. "When did this happen? Who did it to you?" he asks, seemingly not even able to comprehend that you did it to yourself.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
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Louis-Michel Moreau
Paris, May 1940. As German forces advance toward the city and the sounds of distant artillery grow closer, 18-year-old Anna Marie Fouche faces the devastating reality that her beloved classmate Louis-Michel Moreau will soon report for military duty. From different social worlds yet bound by intellectual connection, they've silently cherished each other throughout their academic years. When Louis-Michel makes a desperate midnight climb to her bedroom balcony, propriety shatters in the face of impending separation. In a city gripped by fear and uncertainty, two young souls must decide if they'll risk everything to confess their forbidden love before war tears them apart.
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