autumnal presents

Aesthetics & Color Palettes

Aries: volcano, fireplace, red lipstick/nails, grapefruits, canyon, leather, campfire, lava lamp, melted chocolate, roasted/toasted marshmallows.

Taurus: trees, coffee/hot chocolate, Christmas sweaters, water lilies, pink roses, presents, autumn leaves, pancakes/crepes, paved streets, comfy blanket. 

Gemini: tornado, yellow cabs, crowded citiy, lemons, joker card, sand clock, clouds, roller coaster ride/funfair, ice cream, trains. 

Cancer: pearls, old books, woollen scarfs, pocket watch/clock, dried flowers, the Moon, ocean, tearful eyes, babies, lip balms. 

Leo: the Sun, champagne, theaters, gold watch/jewelry, crown, lions/felines, sunflowers, fireworks, candies, glitter clothes. 

Virgo: libraries, bathrooms, anatomy/medical books, mountains, ice/snow, grey sky, organized desk, forest, cactuses.  

Libra; cotton candy, marshmallows, flowers, swans, fans, sculptures, peace sign, macarons/pastries, tutus/ballerinas, sunglasses.

Scorpio: red apples, blood stains, satin sheets, dark streets, abandoned mansion, dark sky/thunderstorm, dark chocolate/coffee grounds, lace, candy canes, potion bottles.

Sagittarius: airplanes, tropical jungle, arrows, cinnamon/spices, dark blue starry sky, haunted house, vinyls, mountains, road signs, cars.

Capricorn: suits, black eyeliner and eyeshadow, wine bottles, pillows, guitar, notebooks and office supplies, coffee, newspapers, boats, blackboard. 

Aquarius: dreamcatchers, butterflies, smartphones/technology items, jellyfishes, rings, feathers and birds, neon lights, dark lipstick, tattoos, quotes/pictures about freedom. 

Pisces: mermaids, ocean/lake/water, shells, tears, paintings, fog, mosaic, bed and sheets, dolphins, poetry books. 

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У меня появилась обновочка 😍😍😍
Спасибо моему Кириллу ❤ Подарил и сказал не смотреть на цену (но я всё равно посмотрела 😅)
Давно хотела себе новые кроссовки, а то мои старые уже такие страшные, что носить стыдно 😆 Да ещё и тканевые, а эти из натуральной кожи, не будут так сильно промокать и не нужно будет каждый день их застирывать )
Теперь это самая крутая обувь в моём гардеробе 👟
В общем, я безумно довольна 🙌

You were my summer. You were my reason that sitting in the cold, hard chairs on the first of September felt even colder and harder. They reminded me of the all too fateful timing that changed and broke our bond, and with it, made my heart ache and cry out for your hand and heart once again.

It ached.
Time passed.
It ached.
More time passed.
I wondered if our summer was meant to continue.
Maybe we were wrong; maybe our circumstances were.
Maybe we were meant to try to conquer. So I tried.
Conquering, I learned, is not a one-person effort.
It failed.
As you soured, so did the end of my summer of you.

Those cold, hard chairs feel warmer and softer these days. With each passing day, I get farther from the deception of my heart and the dying desire to win a battle that only I was fighting. You were my 500 Days of Summer, that is true; now, I cannot wait to meet my 89 days of autumn.

—  RIP to the summer flings that were never meant to get to the fall, 219/365 (e.f.a.)
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Trick or Treat

  Chapter 1: Costumes

Sanji wondered through the streets absent-mindedly, taking appreciative glances at the mélange of orange, yellow and red. It was nearly the end of October and autumn was present everywhere – from the colourful leaves, to the chilly wind that made him shiver a little to the Halloween decorations.

There were various cinnamon candles, pumpkin lanterns and even skeleton ornaments scattered throughout the city streets.

The cook smirked, he’d always been one to enjoy the holidays. He could debate why – perhaps it came as an occupational thing since he’d get to prepare seasonal dishes.

This time around though…there was something special about autumn. The air appeared clearer, the various shades of the trees more vibrant and for the first time since he was twelve he was actually excited about Halloween.

“Seems just like you be excited about a girly ass thing, ero-cook,” Zoro mocked when he’d stupidly shared his thoughts out loud.

Still, the words lacked bite and he could see Roronoa smirk a little, as though their little banter sessions made him happy.

“What about chopper?” Sanji asked to which Zoro had promptly looked away, the way he always did when he couldn’t convey emotions into words.

“ He used to love Halloween when he was really small…back when Tashigi and I-”

The words hung in the air awkwardly and the chef bit his lip, opting to change the topic.

Now though he was going through town, on a mission. A sudden idea sprouted in his chest like a weed and no matter how much he wanted, he couldn’t tear it away.

In the end it was decided – they were going to celebrate Halloween, regardless of what the Marimo had to say about it.

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Sanji stood before the window screen of a large, decoration shop and briefly debated if he should enter. He’d always been on the prideful side and something told him buying not one but four costumes, one of them for a kid, was bound to get some raised eyebrows.

“How may I help you, sir?” the shop assistant, Keimi, as the name tag read asked when she noticed how lost he appeared.

The chef quickly explained, for once omitting his usual praise for the beautiful lady before him.

Keimi’s lips stretched into a warm smile which brightened the whole shop,

“I think we have just what you need,” she promised, taking his pale hand and dragging him towards the rows of different costumes.


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To say Chopper was excited two hours later would be understatement of the year.

“Sanji, you’re SO cool!” he cried out, bouncing on his feet as he clung onto the Halloween costume the blonde had just handed to him.

Zoro seemed stunned, unable to even comment. He was stilling sitting on his bed in his room, one remaining grey eye wide in bewilderment,

“You…really shouldn’t have,” he whispered after an unnaturally long pause, “But thank you.”

Sanji felt something flutter in his chest, a wave of warmth washing over him. He couldn’t get past the pure gratitude in the other’s voice, how damn happy he looked.

Not only that but surprised as well, as though he wasn’t used to people treating him nicely. It made the chef frown, he’d been the same way but as he was slowly starting to realize – things were changing. He may not have had the best biological family, sure, but he had Zeff and now, with Zoro and Chopper around it almost felt like he had a family of his own. Sure, they weren’t there yet, but it felt nice, offering a long forgotten sense of security to Sanji.

“Come on, Chopper, try it on!” he insisted, shooting the six-year-old an encouraging look.

“Okay! I’ll go to the bathroom and change!” the kid said, smiling brightly at them before running away.

Sanji then turned to Zoro himself, opting to sit next to him as the old bed creaked under their combined weight.

The scene of their first kiss, a mere week ago, flashed before his eyes – Roronoa being only centimetres away, hot breath dancing over his lips. And then his lips, a little chapped but welcomed… the way his tongue clashed against his. The contact had been unexpected and playful, like a breath of fresh air after being locked inside for too long.

The blonde cleared his throat, retrieving back to reality once the memory lost its grip on him,

“Here, I got one for you too, moss for brains,” he offered, the insult was slowly turning into a loving pet name,

The look of shock on Zoro’s face deepened - some strange emotion, caught between surprise and faint embarrassment. Then, much to Sanji’s surprise things escalated further as his sides turned a pleasant red colour.

The cook couldn’t help but grin at him – who knew this fearsome man could blush so deeply? He had to admit though – it suited him, making him appear younger and happier, adding some bonus points of attraction, as if he needed any. The word cute swam in Sanji’s mind but he would never say it out loud though, he wasn’t in the mood for getting chopped to pieces.

Perhaps he could steal a picture of Roronoa like this, all surprised and flustered, having a hard time comprehending basic human interactions. Then he would probably frame it over his bed, all in the name of teasing him.

“Thanks,” the other muttered in the end, burying his face in the parcel and refusing to meet his gaze.

He stared at the costume, somewhat bewildered, evidently unable to guess who or what he was supposed to dress up as.

“You’re going as Zorro!” Sanji couldn’t help the sarcastic giggle, as uncharacteristic as it was for him – perhaps the man had a strange effect on him,

“I thought it would be clever – because of your name.” he went, barely suppressing his own laughter, “And he has a sword as well! It’s the perfect choice for you, don’t you think?.”

The taller man shook his head, lips curving into a smile which soon morphed into a sunny grin.

(Hearing Zoro laugh did something funny to his heart.)

“Damn, cook, you really are one cheesy bastard!” Zoro shot back but there was no edge to his words, if anything he seemed happier than he’d ever seen him before.

Sanji shrugged, a month ago he would have been offended, he’d have screamed an insult back or raised his leg for a kick. But now things were different, now he had an adorable six year old around, a directionally challenged marimo to help out in the kitchen and a twenty something child who wreaked havoc on his meat supply.

The new dynamic changed him, mellowed him down and took away the bitterness he’d felt for as long as he could remember.

“Don’t just stand there, try it on, algae!” Sanji demanded, tone harsher for good measure.

Roronoa didn’t protest, instead stood up and took his T-shirt off, as though that was the most natural thing in the world to do.

The cook couldn’t help but stare, taking in the smooth tan skin and the strong defined muscles underneath it.

His blue eyes trailed over Roronoa’s scars – thin white lines which criss-crossed over his torso, like rivers on a map. If anything they made him all the more attractive to him, as if a proof to his strength and endurance, a reminder of the pain he’d survived.

“I bet you only bought this, so you could see me strip,” Zoro whispered, turning to him and winking like the damn asshole he was.

It was Sanji’s turn to go red in the face, glad Chopper wasn’t listening to their exchange, “Cocky bastard,”

Roronoa grinned at him, “That’s how you like me,”

The chef rolled his eyes, “Touché,”

Zoro then proceeded to snake out of his torn, washed out jeans, tossing them aside on the floor. The French couldn’t shift his gaze, hungry eyes falling over the man’s plump ass and his strong thighs.

Various images flashed through his mind, none of them including any Halloween costumes or other clothes. He could picture the strong swordsman over himself, those damn good muscles working their magic. He’d never been attracted to a man before, hell he’d never even spared men a second look.

But Zoro…the damn bastard looked like sex on legs and he seemed to realize it which made him all the better in Sanji’s eyes. Though he would never admit it, apparently he had a thing for arrogance, all mixed in with a round of banter between them. Not to mention, that six pack didn’t hurt either.

“Cook, you might wanna tone down the looks, my son is in the other room,” Roronoa joked, shaking his head as short locks of green swayed with his throaty laughter.

“Asshole,” Sanji grumbled but still looked away, hating the way Zoro seemed to know all the right words to make him flustered, one way or another.

The private show the other man was giving him only lasted a few minutes, entirely too short in the French’s opinion. Soon enough he stood before him, all dressed up as none other than the mythical legend Zorro.

Sanji grinned brightly at him, “You don’t look half bad,”

Roronoa rolled his eye, stealing a look of himself in the reflection on the window.

“I’ll kill you for this shit,” he grumbled, “This is the cheesiest thing I’ve ever done.”

It was true, the costume even provided a cheap, nylon cape which caught the fluorescent glint of the indoor lighting and added some bonus cringe points.

Sanji licked his lips, “You know Chopper will love it. Luffy probably too.”

Zoro smirked, the look on his face shifting from slight annoyance to something else entirely, something warm and caring.

“Yeah, they will.”

Speaking of the devil, the two flew in the room, much like a tornado of emotions.

“Sanji, the costume is so awesome!” the kid cried out, round grey eyes full of happiness and excitment.

The chef felt his heart melt at the sight, wishing he could seal this moment forever, so he could go back and play it on repeat, marvel at the three content faces that stood before him.

“I can’t believe you got me a pirate costume!” Luffy all but shouted and the smoker was positive people in a radius of a few miles were hearing about it.

“How did you even know it was my childhood dream to be a pirate!?” he demanded, dark gaze full of awe,

The blonde shrugged nonchantly, “Must have been a hunch,”

He eyed Luffy who was dressed up in a stereotypical pirate attire, despite sternly refusing to have an eye patch as he deemed it would interfere with his trick-or-treating abilities, whatever that meant.

“Thank you so much!” the younger man cried out, throwing himself around Sanji’s torso suddenly.

The chef froze on spot, sensing two long, skinny arms wrap around him as Luffy all but buried his head into his chest.

The contact was awkward at first, he was so unused to hugs, he’d almost forgot how they felt. Him and Law never embraced, despite carrying the unofficial tittle of best friends. The closest they’d got to a hug was that whole half armed thing they did at their university graduation. (And that been purely because Zeff had insisted, while pestering them about taking photos of them).

Slowly Sanji wrapped his arms around Luffy, returning the hug.

“This is the best Halloween ever!” The noirette shouted, rendering him nearly deaf in one ear.

“Glad you like it,” he responded, turning to face the trio.

Zoro looked like hotness wrapped up in a cheap Halloween costume. Luffy fitted into the role nicely, as though he was born to be a pirate, travelling through the seas with some marry and probably equally crazy crew.

And Chopper was the cutest reindeer he’d ever seen. The boy looked adorable, dressed up as the animal, he’d even put the antlers which completed the look and a red nose (drawn with the lipstick Luffy had somewhere in his pockets and Sanji most definitely did not want to know where he got it from).


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“Well?” Luffy demanded impatiently, bouncing on the heels of his feet, “Get dressed up as well! You don’t get to go costume free.”

Sanji smirked at them, retrieving towards the bathroom to change. He caught the disappointed look which flashed on Zoro’s face and it made him a little smug – so the bastard did want to steal a glance of him!

Hopefully, that would happen too, though the chef didn’t want to rush into things, despite the few dreams he’d already had about the two of them.

Upon retrieving there were a couple of gasps as they took him in,

“You’re an elf!” Luffy screamed enthusiastically, clapping his hands at his own clever of observation.

“A garden elf or something, blondie?” Zoro demanded, smirking at him.

The cook shot him a dirty look, “No, moss for brains! For your information I am in fact-”

“Legolas!” Chopper cried out happily, eyes wide in amazement as he seemed to make the connection, “Dad, look, he even has a bow and an arrow!”

Roronoa appeared puzzled to no end, his gaze darting between the chef and his smartass son who was for sure a geek in the making,

“Uh, so this Legolas thing…he supposed to be a cartoon character or something?”

“No, dad,” Chopper shook his head, the way kids did when they were eager to correct an adult making a mistake, “He’s that cool elf from that big book I read, "Lord of the Rings,”

Zoro grinned, ruffling the kid’s hair lovingly, “I swear, kiddo, you’re too smart for your own good.”

Sanji smiled warmly at the scene, memories of him and Zeff going through his head. Truth to be told his adoptive father would always fall asleep during their movie marathons but still, it was the effort that counted. He missed the old fart, he should call more often.

“I can’t believe you dressed like a character from a kid’s book,” Zoro teased, a devious look on his tan face.

The French felt a flicker of indignation in him come to the surface, sending him a glare, “For your information "Lord of the Rings” is anything but a kid’s book, it’s a classic!“

"Whatever you say, blondie,” Roronoa grinned, then he moved in and sealed their lips.

Luffy made an excited squeal and Chopper appeared unfazed, too preoccupied to marvel at his own costume.

Sanji smiled against the kiss, it felt warm and good and right.

Zoro tasted of sake and steel and he smelled like some cheap aftershave, still it was his nirvana and he melted into the contacted, unwilling for it to end. Their tongues collided, it felt like a challenge, something fun and simple, with the lingering feeling of something more, something yet to be explored.

For one long moment he let himself have this, soak in the feeling of happiness, grateful he’d chosen to chase after Zoro that fateful day.


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“Where are we going now?” Luffy demanded excitedly, as soon as they stepped outside, “Can we please go trick or treating already?! Ace and I loved doing it when we were kids!”

Sanji opened his mouth to question who Ace was but thought against it, he’d ask another time or if the brunette felt like it, he’d share himself,

“Not yet. We have to get Mr. Grumpy here, then we head out.”

“You mean, Torao right!?” the younger man cried out, “I can’t wait to see him play dress up!”

“Mr. Law is coming too!?” Chopper appeared elated, “He’s so cool, one day I’ll be a doctor, just like him!”

Zoro patted his son on the shoulder as he held the jacket for him, “Of course you will,”

Sanji smiled, Law had better appreciate he was all but dragging him out of the apartment and offering him the chance to make friends for once.

“By the way, Sanji…you have any idea why Torao didn’t reply to the text I sent him from your phone? I even asked him on a date! How mean of him not to respond!”


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Law glared at his Messenger app, squinting his eyes as he took in the picture of a very happy looking Luffy.

He snorted, throwing the small device away from him.

Unfortunately he wasn’t on duty that night which meant he got to spend the night at home, with the lights turned off in vain hope that perhaps the damn kids from the neighbourhood wouldn’t bother him that way.

“Meow,” Beppo jumped on his bed, invading the covers and claiming his rightful spot at the Spaniard’s feet.

Trafalgar sighed, running tan fingers through the cat’s long, soft fur,

“Don’t meow-me, you’re so fortunate,’ he mumbled, "You’re just a cat – you’re not forced to socialize, make friends. And celebrate this dumb Holiday.”

The cat meowed once more, as though mocking him.

Law grunted, these monologues he was having with his cat were getting concerning.

Perhaps he really needed to get laid.

It was then that Luffy’s text flashed before his eyes, “Wanna go out on a date?”

And that was garnered with a photo of the brunette, that same sunny grin, which seemed to be his trademark, gracing his attractive tan face.

Law covered his eyes with a hand and sighed loudly. For the past few days no matter what he did his thoughts dragged him back to that same loud, obnoxious and kind of daring he say it - cute - noirette.

Luffy – what kind of name was that anyway? And going on a date? Didn’t Sanji inform him – Law doesn’t go on dates! No, he just has sex with hot people in bars, every once in a blue moon. Then he gets back to his usual lonesome life as a surgeon with a shady past. Yeah, his life would make a good TV series.

“Man, I need to go out and find someone,” he thought to himself, staring at the white ceiling of his room. Great, even his own home looked as sterile as a hospital these days.

Perhaps, going on a date wasn’t such a bad idea, minus the whole small talk and the obligatory fake smiles. Not to mention how would he even find one?

It was then that Luffy’s sunny image flashed before his eyes, all sparkly eyes and smooth tan skin.

The kid did want a date, didn’t he? Trafalgar scoffed but still took another appreciate glance at his photo, he did look good.

So…what if? No! He couldn’t think about that, he was Sanji’s friend and he seemed naïve and kind enough, the sort of guy who wanted an actual date and not a mind blowing one night stand. He would probably even want to hold his hand and go to the movies. Law on the other hand, had different ideas about fun,

The image of two of them, tangled in the sheets flashed through his brain and then-

The doorbell rang. How anticlimactic.

Trafalgar grunted, covering his face and his ears with the fluffy pillow and pretending he was asleep. Maybe the damn kids would scatter away and leave him alone if he kept really quiet…

“I know you’re in there, asshole!”

The Spaniard froze in spot – wasn’t that Sanji’s voice? Perhaps the blonde had decided to drag him out of the house and for them to head out, maybe even find some dates.

“Torao, you’d better bring candy!” he heard another voice and to his horror (and perhaps his delight as well) it was Luffy’s.

His heart sped up, a small part of him thinking what were the odds the man he was thinking about would just show up at his door. If were a romantic, he’d say it was fate or something like that but he wasn’t one to think about that. Hesitantly Law headed for the door, shaking his head, it was going to be a long night.

                            TBC