[ another day, another failure. that makes it seventeen days now, for those of you at home who are counting. almost three weeks of nonstop searching, only to turn up empty-handed each time. it probably wouldn't sting so bad, if it didn't feel like the island was taunting them each and every time. ]
I'm back.
[ sanji would be able to tell from her flat tone alone that today's search has once again ended in failure. she certainly doesn't need to pour salt on the injury by explaining any further, but given the very nature of their situation, some debriefing is always necessary.
a half-drawn map is set down on oversized barrel they've come to use for dining, along with a waterlogged compass and oil lamp. ]
There's nothing but jungle north of where we stopped last. What we thought might have been another stranded was just the nest of a jaguar and her cubs.
[ some days, the sense of dread and hopelessness is so overwhelming, it feels like the first day all over again. waking up half-soaked in the sand along the island's shoreline, the last few memories of her life before this flickering in and out of her field of vision as the rest of her surroundings filter into view. broken wood, waterlogged crates. every indication of a shipwreck, only angelika had never been on a ship once in her entire life.
two hours later, she finds sanji on another beach, mulling over the remains of a seaplane — something he'd never been on either. it had taken them three days later before coming across this abandoned shed, what would end up being their would-be shelter for the next few weeks. and it was a week and a half later when the island first reached out to them, letting them know their compatriots were in similar situations, looking for them as well. even now, angelika isn't sure if that was meant to be helpful or not.
passing a hand over her face, she pushes out a steadying sigh. it could be worse, she keeps telling herself. it could always, always be worse. ]
[ even with the passing of several weeks, sanji remains no closer to finding out just how he got here or, even worse, how he could get out. being lost at sea always remains a risk when your entire life is so venture out onto the waters, though typically when he ends up in a trapped predicament, he often has his crew by his side. yet, in all the weeks they've been here, they'd found no other stranded company, much less any with a face that he would recognize from home.
finding angelika had been all the luck he needed, really. to end up on an island with a beauty! of course, he's worried about about his friends, prioritizing finding out exactly how he can get back to them, but at the very least, there isn't a rise of panic. he'd probably have been more annoyed by the situation if it'd been some man in his company instead.
still, it really isn't the worst case for a stranded scenario, not when he's known truly what it means to be on a rock with no resources whatsoever — no plant life, no water, no food. it's to their advantage that this particular island has plenty of foliage with a deep green jungle that stretches quite far, with enough fruit that he's been able to confirm bears no poison. it might not be a consistent string of high class dishes, but sanji's been able to be quite creative with the kinds of salads he's prepared consistently for their regular nutrition.
despite their luck in certain areas though, he can see the disappointment in her eyes when she returns. ]
[ he gives her a reassuring smile, one that she may not even realize is rare in its appearance of lacking a cigarette being tucked between his lips. if he weren't getting his regular daily dose of woman-in-his-presence, he might have lost his mind from the lack of a good smoke.
stepping to that central barrel, he sets down the piece of carved bark that's been used as a makeshift plate, some healthy greens sprinkled above it with a scatter of nuts and berries. ]
You should eat. [ he offers, his voice soft. ] Maybe tomorrow I can take up the search instead. Give you some time to rest.
( the last two weeks had been incredibly busy and turbulent for reira. with more people under her, working for her, she had to actually put in effort towards her work. she wasn't passionate about it beyond just keeping the band together and playing her role perfectly. so she had been holed up with ren the last few days, strumming along to his bass, a synth in the room and endless amounts of papers filled with notes. she hadn't really seen or been around sanji for a bit, simply opening the door to grab her meals and offering a slightly apologetic look. she was doing this for him after all- for takumi, ren, naoki, her assistant and of course sanji. she needed to make sure things were perfect or everything would come crumbling down.
today would be another day like this, or at least she figured it would be. the tyrant that ran the show would will it to be. so in her bed, curled up under a blanket and fighting off having to wake up for a few minutes, she mentally prepared herself for the list of things she had to do. it wasn't until her phone began to go off, that she finally opened her eyes and realized she was in bed all alone. she didn't want to admit it, but her focus as of late had been on sanji. she woke up to him, ate her meals with him [usually], and spent her nights being loved by him. with takumi barely around due to his new wife, she found herself slowly forgetting about him- or at least she tried.
tell your body guard to stop blowing up my phone.
you have the day off, do whatever you want.
the bright light illuminated her face as she read those words from takumi. what the hell was he talking about? sanji had been speaking to him?
confused and concerned, she sprang out of bed and into the living room of the rented room she had been in. she walked out wearing nothing but a tank top and her panties, phone in hand. it was there that she looked up and saw an endless amount of decorations and gifts in the room, the smell of food filling her senses up. )
[ sanji doesn't blame her at all for the little time they've had together as of late. after all, her time and attention isn't solely his own and most times he considers himself plenty lucky to receive any of it at all, for all that he finds himself undeserving of such wonderful spoils. still, what does concern him is the thought that reira might be getting overworked, especially when that idiot takumi is concerned, and being aware of what day is fast approaching, sanji puts himself into action to be sure that she gets the time of rest that she deserves for it.
it's why when reira steps out of the door she'll find that the main room is well decorated in celebration of her birthday, pink and yellow balloons scattered around by the dozens in bright colors, matching plumerias set in small vases around the room on every surface. and in the center table, a scatter of dishes, from arugula salads with homemade vinaigrettes, to a well prepared salmon, french onion soup topped with cheeses and bread, and specialty wines to pick from.
as soon as her voice is heard, sanji himself appears from the kitchen, dressed fairly normal in his usual button-up white shirt, except he's also wearing a newly purchased custom trapnest apron from their latest collection of merchandise — except it lacks the rest of the band except a professional shot photograph of reira herself right in the center. his face beams with a bright smile as he throws up his hands. ]
Hello, my beautiful Layla-san~ happy birthday to you, darling!
( the deliberate choice in colors doesn't escape her because as carefree as she could be, such a detail moved her. there was something else that was bothering her too, the fact that this was all done by sanji for her when really-
takumi should have been the one to do this. not that she wasn't ecstatic and full of happiness over such kindness from sanji, but deep in her heart she wanted the one she had loved for years now to even consider something like this for her. instead he had sent off a text that screamed annoyance to her, failing to mention what day it was.
with a heavy heart, she turned towards sanji and took in his appearance and the way he didn't hesitate to congratulate her on her special day. the apron, his bright smile, it all just made her run immediately into his arms to hug him. she buried her face into his chest, hiding the tears the threatened to pour down her cheeks. )
You did all this for me?
( the food, the decor, the gifts, it was all for her and she couldn't help but feel tearful about the whole thing. she couldn't even remember when she may have told sanji about her birthday, but clearly he cared about her to find out and organize all of this.
this was far more than someone like her, who would betray him in a heartbeat, could deserve. )
You shouldn't have...just having you by my side would have been enough.
[ all that sanji had really wanted was for reira to be gifted something on this day that would do enough to shower her with all the love she deserved, something that would make sure she knew how wonderful and special she was. it's all he can really hope for when the moment finally comes in sharing his surprise for her, his natural excitement shared in the glee of his smile and the happy wonder of his eyes.
his smile falters but for a moment when she seems genuinely stunned, a worry suddenly befalling him that maybe she doesn't like this, that maybe she wouldn't have been so keen on such a surprise at all. before the thought could linger for long, she runs forward towards him, burying in his chest, and all too instinctively, he brings his arms around her, nearly protectively. ]
Of course I did. You deserved only the very best today. [ his smile returns, though it softens with her close proximity, his lips brushing over the top of her hair. ] Just as you deserve it every single day, Layla-san. But today is especially for celebrating that you exist.
('but today is especially for celebrating that you exist'
his words moved her, propelling a thought and emotion she hadn't really given attention to in a long time. she was beautiful, she knew this, but deep inside there was a sense that she didn't deserve any of this. such beautiful and thoughtful words coming from sanji though-
she never really had noticed, but no one else had ever spoken to her like this. it made her want to truly cry and sulk in her emotions but she didn't. this day was as much hers as it was sanji's, considering the amount of effort he put in and it was clear he wanted to spend it with her. so she took a deep breath and pulled her head back, opting to look up at him with such a sweet and soft smile. with her tears forced back, she moved her hands to rub his back and finally his arms, bringing her hands down to his own.
with fingers intertwining into his own, she finally spoke. )
Thank you Sanji, this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. I won't let any of the food go to waste, I promise.
( it had been some time since they first met, to immediately flirting and becoming intimate so fast to where they were now. when layla had asked him to be her bodyguard, she hadn't quite expected things to be here-
where her heart and mind were slowly sinking into only thoughts of him. of his kind voice, his jovial attitude towards life, his kindness, and how his hands felt so warm and protective against her body. she was falling fast with how easily he said things like 'i'm all yours, forever', and 'i'll always be by your side'. she didn't want to admit it to herself because how could she? how could there be enough room in her heart to love two people so much? yet whenever she was away from him, all she could do was think about him. she was frankly afraid to admit she loved him, that she had fallen deep into a trance in the time they had spent together. it felt like a deep betrayal on her part yet, takumi wasn't hers to begin with.
with sanji, it was easier to show him how she felt, so she wouldn't be forced to confront the feelings she had hidden deep inside. actions such as always speaking to him when she was away, spending every second she could by his side even if they were just cuddled up on the couch on a day off, or simply using her body to show him great pleasures. it was a difficult transition for her really, because at first she was just using him to fill the loneliness that came with being her; a woman who was held in a golden cage by a man who kept her in a state of emotional limbo, using her voice and talents to propel the band into popularity and secure his own financial stability. of course he wasn't outright abusing her financially, but it truly was an emotional torture for her.
now though? sanji was more than just a plaything for her. he was someone she was starting to deeply care for and admire, wanting to fulfill his every fantasy for the sake of feeling that love for herself and only her. she didn't want to consider herself a possessive or clingy person, but when he asked her if miss stella would engage in such a deep and romantic act as fucking him with all of her love, she couldn't help but be intoxicated by the excitement of it all. to be so close and intimate with him, especially now that they officially had a label and even if she felt a strong hesitation towards accepting such a thing, his passion towards her just made her succumb.
standing now before him, she was wearing a red latex set, tight against her body and accentuating every curve with a pair of tall heels. she had tied him up with a soft pink rope, arms behind his back, trails of rope tight against his chest and down towards his inner thighs, leaving his cock fully exposed to her. his legs were propped up against his stomach, leaving her room for her to pleasure him and ride him as requested when he couldn't handle the escalating build up of pleasure. now her expression was softer, full of love for him. she began to move forward towards the bed and finally climbed onto it, making her way to straddle his chest. )
Tell me if I hurt you or things become too much, okay?
( before she began, she had leaned in close to his ear offering a gentle whisper. she was excited to do this for him, but she couldn't tolerate the thought of truly putting him through any kind of pain. he deserved better than that- and if she thought about it for too long, she would feel he deserved better than her.
for now though, she leaned back and took on the playful persona they had made up [name borrowed by one of takumi's many lovers]. )
If you behave well and do exactly what Miss Stella tells you to, she'll let you have a taste of this delightful pussy.
( as she said that, her right hand began to scale down her body, slow and seductive. once she was sure his gaze was following her hand, she pulled aside the fabric of her thong, exposing herself to him only inches away from his face. the outer area of her pubic region was freshly waxed, smooth and with two fingers, she spread apart her labia for him exposing her clit and inner folds. she remained like this before her her middle finger glided over to the top of her clit and she began to rub it, slow and circular motions for now. )
Mmm isn't it beautiful Sanji? I bet you're dying for a taste.
should i sweep you up, layla-san~ we can just hop on a plane and go off wherever we like make our holiday last even longer
[ because as long as he's by her side, he doesn't really care either way. the worst part of her job is the time that they have to spend apart, so he'd take any solution to counter that. ]
[ well, if she says it, then of course he's going to believe it! it's without hesitation that he starts to race around the apartment, looking for suitcases. ]
it wasn't the first time she's up and run away from her duties, and while they couldn't be gone forever, a short trip to a neighboring country was feasible with the money she made. )
hmm I'm not sure but I do have access to a private jet~~
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[ even if it's an impossibility, he won't lose any chance. ]
then what can i pay with?
i'll do anything you want, nami-san~
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well...
how much do you think photos like that are worth?
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you're out of milk 🥰🥰🥰❤️😘
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just stay out until i say so
and stop being a difficult asshole
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I'm back.
[ sanji would be able to tell from her flat tone alone that today's search has once again ended in failure. she certainly doesn't need to pour salt on the injury by explaining any further, but given the very nature of their situation, some debriefing is always necessary.
a half-drawn map is set down on oversized barrel they've come to use for dining, along with a waterlogged compass and oil lamp. ]
There's nothing but jungle north of where we stopped last. What we thought might have been another stranded was just the nest of a jaguar and her cubs.
[ some days, the sense of dread and hopelessness is so overwhelming, it feels like the first day all over again. waking up half-soaked in the sand along the island's shoreline, the last few memories of her life before this flickering in and out of her field of vision as the rest of her surroundings filter into view. broken wood, waterlogged crates. every indication of a shipwreck, only angelika had never been on a ship once in her entire life.
two hours later, she finds sanji on another beach, mulling over the remains of a seaplane — something he'd never been on either. it had taken them three days later before coming across this abandoned shed, what would end up being their would-be shelter for the next few weeks. and it was a week and a half later when the island first reached out to them, letting them know their compatriots were in similar situations, looking for them as well. even now, angelika isn't sure if that was meant to be helpful or not.
passing a hand over her face, she pushes out a steadying sigh. it could be worse, she keeps telling herself. it could always, always be worse. ]
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finding angelika had been all the luck he needed, really. to end up on an island with a beauty! of course, he's worried about about his friends, prioritizing finding out exactly how he can get back to them, but at the very least, there isn't a rise of panic. he'd probably have been more annoyed by the situation if it'd been some man in his company instead.
still, it really isn't the worst case for a stranded scenario, not when he's known truly what it means to be on a rock with no resources whatsoever — no plant life, no water, no food. it's to their advantage that this particular island has plenty of foliage with a deep green jungle that stretches quite far, with enough fruit that he's been able to confirm bears no poison. it might not be a consistent string of high class dishes, but sanji's been able to be quite creative with the kinds of salads he's prepared consistently for their regular nutrition.
despite their luck in certain areas though, he can see the disappointment in her eyes when she returns. ]
Don't worry, Angelika-chan. We'll find someone soon enough.
[ he gives her a reassuring smile, one that she may not even realize is rare in its appearance of lacking a cigarette being tucked between his lips. if he weren't getting his regular daily dose of woman-in-his-presence, he might have lost his mind from the lack of a good smoke.
stepping to that central barrel, he sets down the piece of carved bark that's been used as a makeshift plate, some healthy greens sprinkled above it with a scatter of nuts and berries. ]
You should eat. [ he offers, his voice soft. ] Maybe tomorrow I can take up the search instead. Give you some time to rest.
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today would be another day like this, or at least she figured it would be. the tyrant that ran the show would will it to be. so in her bed, curled up under a blanket and fighting off having to wake up for a few minutes, she mentally prepared herself for the list of things she had to do. it wasn't until her phone began to go off, that she finally opened her eyes and realized she was in bed all alone. she didn't want to admit it, but her focus as of late had been on sanji. she woke up to him, ate her meals with him [usually], and spent her nights being loved by him. with takumi barely around due to his new wife, she found herself slowly forgetting about him- or at least she tried.
tell your body guard to stop blowing up my phone.
you have the day off, do whatever you want.
the bright light illuminated her face as she read those words from takumi. what the hell was he talking about? sanji had been speaking to him?
confused and concerned, she sprang out of bed and into the living room of the rented room she had been in. she walked out wearing nothing but a tank top and her panties, phone in hand. it was there that she looked up and saw an endless amount of decorations and gifts in the room, the smell of food filling her senses up. )
What is this?
( or rather what day was it? oh...
it was her birthday. )
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it's why when reira steps out of the door she'll find that the main room is well decorated in celebration of her birthday, pink and yellow balloons scattered around by the dozens in bright colors, matching plumerias set in small vases around the room on every surface. and in the center table, a scatter of dishes, from arugula salads with homemade vinaigrettes, to a well prepared salmon, french onion soup topped with cheeses and bread, and specialty wines to pick from.
as soon as her voice is heard, sanji himself appears from the kitchen, dressed fairly normal in his usual button-up white shirt, except he's also wearing a newly purchased custom trapnest apron from their latest collection of merchandise — except it lacks the rest of the band except a professional shot photograph of reira herself right in the center. his face beams with a bright smile as he throws up his hands. ]
Hello, my beautiful Layla-san~ happy birthday to you, darling!
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takumi should have been the one to do this. not that she wasn't ecstatic and full of happiness over such kindness from sanji, but deep in her heart she wanted the one she had loved for years now to even consider something like this for her. instead he had sent off a text that screamed annoyance to her, failing to mention what day it was.
with a heavy heart, she turned towards sanji and took in his appearance and the way he didn't hesitate to congratulate her on her special day. the apron, his bright smile, it all just made her run immediately into his arms to hug him. she buried her face into his chest, hiding the tears the threatened to pour down her cheeks. )
You did all this for me?
( the food, the decor, the gifts, it was all for her and she couldn't help but feel tearful about the whole thing. she couldn't even remember when she may have told sanji about her birthday, but clearly he cared about her to find out and organize all of this.
this was far more than someone like her, who would betray him in a heartbeat, could deserve. )
You shouldn't have...just having you by my side would have been enough.
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his smile falters but for a moment when she seems genuinely stunned, a worry suddenly befalling him that maybe she doesn't like this, that maybe she wouldn't have been so keen on such a surprise at all. before the thought could linger for long, she runs forward towards him, burying in his chest, and all too instinctively, he brings his arms around her, nearly protectively. ]
Of course I did. You deserved only the very best today. [ his smile returns, though it softens with her close proximity, his lips brushing over the top of her hair. ] Just as you deserve it every single day, Layla-san. But today is especially for celebrating that you exist.
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his words moved her, propelling a thought and emotion she hadn't really given attention to in a long time. she was beautiful, she knew this, but deep inside there was a sense that she didn't deserve any of this. such beautiful and thoughtful words coming from sanji though-
she never really had noticed, but no one else had ever spoken to her like this. it made her want to truly cry and sulk in her emotions but she didn't. this day was as much hers as it was sanji's, considering the amount of effort he put in and it was clear he wanted to spend it with her. so she took a deep breath and pulled her head back, opting to look up at him with such a sweet and soft smile. with her tears forced back, she moved her hands to rub his back and finally his arms, bringing her hands down to his own.
with fingers intertwining into his own, she finally spoke. )
Thank you Sanji, this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. I won't let any of the food go to waste, I promise.
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( it had been some time since they first met, to immediately flirting and becoming intimate so fast to where they were now. when layla had asked him to be her bodyguard, she hadn't quite expected things to be here-
where her heart and mind were slowly sinking into only thoughts of him. of his kind voice, his jovial attitude towards life, his kindness, and how his hands felt so warm and protective against her body. she was falling fast with how easily he said things like 'i'm all yours, forever', and 'i'll always be by your side'. she didn't want to admit it to herself because how could she? how could there be enough room in her heart to love two people so much? yet whenever she was away from him, all she could do was think about him. she was frankly afraid to admit she loved him, that she had fallen deep into a trance in the time they had spent together. it felt like a deep betrayal on her part yet, takumi wasn't hers to begin with.
with sanji, it was easier to show him how she felt, so she wouldn't be forced to confront the feelings she had hidden deep inside. actions such as always speaking to him when she was away, spending every second she could by his side even if they were just cuddled up on the couch on a day off, or simply using her body to show him great pleasures. it was a difficult transition for her really, because at first she was just using him to fill the loneliness that came with being her; a woman who was held in a golden cage by a man who kept her in a state of emotional limbo, using her voice and talents to propel the band into popularity and secure his own financial stability. of course he wasn't outright abusing her financially, but it truly was an emotional torture for her.
now though? sanji was more than just a plaything for her. he was someone she was starting to deeply care for and admire, wanting to fulfill his every fantasy for the sake of feeling that love for herself and only her. she didn't want to consider herself a possessive or clingy person, but when he asked her if miss stella would engage in such a deep and romantic act as fucking him with all of her love, she couldn't help but be intoxicated by the excitement of it all. to be so close and intimate with him, especially now that they officially had a label and even if she felt a strong hesitation towards accepting such a thing, his passion towards her just made her succumb.
standing now before him, she was wearing a red latex set, tight against her body and accentuating every curve with a pair of tall heels. she had tied him up with a soft pink rope, arms behind his back, trails of rope tight against his chest and down towards his inner thighs, leaving his cock fully exposed to her. his legs were propped up against his stomach, leaving her room for her to pleasure him and ride him as requested when he couldn't handle the escalating build up of pleasure. now her expression was softer, full of love for him. she began to move forward towards the bed and finally climbed onto it, making her way to straddle his chest. )
Tell me if I hurt you or things become too much, okay?
( before she began, she had leaned in close to his ear offering a gentle whisper. she was excited to do this for him, but she couldn't tolerate the thought of truly putting him through any kind of pain. he deserved better than that- and if she thought about it for too long, she would feel he deserved better than her.
for now though, she leaned back and took on the playful persona they had made up [name borrowed by one of takumi's many lovers]. )
If you behave well and do exactly what Miss Stella tells you to, she'll let you have a taste of this delightful pussy.
( as she said that, her right hand began to scale down her body, slow and seductive. once she was sure his gaze was following her hand, she pulled aside the fabric of her thong, exposing herself to him only inches away from his face. the outer area of her pubic region was freshly waxed, smooth and with two fingers, she spread apart her labia for him exposing her clit and inner folds. she remained like this before her her middle finger glided over to the top of her clit and she began to rub it, slow and circular motions for now. )
Mmm isn't it beautiful Sanji? I bet you're dying for a taste.
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why do I have to work right after the holidays? I usually didn't mind but...
( well he made her finally come around to enjoying it.
after all, growing up an only child with a mother who seemed to not really care about such things made her not care. now she cared. )
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we can just hop on a plane and go off wherever we like
make our holiday last even longer
[ because as long as he's by her side, he doesn't really care either way. the worst part of her job is the time that they have to spend apart, so he'd take any solution to counter that. ]
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truthfully she had been doing her best to behave, but even she could do things like this once in a while. right? )
we should do it.
it's only fair, I work so hard and I barely get time to spend with my boyfriend ♡ start packing our things, please.
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[ well, if she says it, then of course he's going to believe it! it's without hesitation that he starts to race around the apartment, looking for suitcases. ]
where would you like to go no our holimoon?
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it wasn't the first time she's up and run away from her duties, and while they couldn't be gone forever, a short trip to a neighboring country was feasible with the money she made. )
hmm I'm not sure but I do have access to a private jet~~
maybe you can fulfill one of my secret desires ♡♡
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