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Glass Chandelier

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Warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive content

Chapter 2

Sanji had promised himself he would never look at a woman in this way, yet here you were making his mouth water. Your hips dip down with each step you take, the plush of your thighs and ass melting into your waist so nicely. He wonders what it’d feel like under his palms but quickly shakes the thoughts away. If Patty wasn’t just fucking with him, you’d be back there tomorrow night too.

The interaction spins in his head over and over again as he separates seaweed and rice into bowls, focused on making each rice ball the perfect shape as he molds it in his hands. It proved to become increasingly more difficult the longer he thought of you though. One interaction as you consumed every waking thought. He had planned to be here on the ship with his newly made friend and his not-so-tolerable first mate but here he was...

According to Luffy, he was dying when he had come into the restaurant before opening and needed help. Though the morning's events had been in his head, you were wedged in here somewhere, the possibility of you being in your designated booth, the dim light making you look even more beautiful. God and your voice? He could melt whenever those honeyed tones slipped past your glossed lips.

Nami stomped in, a panic set in her eyes as she explained Arlong had threatened a few of the guests and part of his stomach sank. What if you were in here. What if he had threatened you or hurt you or-

Luffy is already heading out the door and Sanji doesn't stop himself from following close behind.

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It's bad...the bite is deep and the open wound is bound to get infected if he doesn't work quickly. Your eyes are watery and he curses himself for not being able to protect you, even if it's not his job and he really had no idea you would be here this early. Hell, with what he saw, you didn't really need protecting. You fought well, your attacks were calculated and swift. Like an angel... a very violent and precise angel.

He fights the urge to kiss your tears away, opting to lift you gently at the waist and onto the counter. Your hands are slightly clenched at your side as he grimaces at the blood-soaked towel. Your skin is so soft, littered with small faded scars here and there. Its warm under his touch and with the way the kitchen light hits it, it shimmers almost. Your eyes are low, focusing on the movement of his hands and forearms as he moves.

He knows you're staring but he opts not to point it out. He can't blame you though seeing as he's staring right back at you. The way your lip tucks slightly when he touches a particular tender part. How your skin is already forming darker bruises. It angers him but the fight is over now and there's not much else to do but recover. Your legs swing slightly and he smirks at this, how cute. He doesn't even know your name... And the question slips past his chapped lips so easily.

"Why, you wanna take me out on a date?"You tease, looking up at him from under long lashes, that sneaky little smirk playing at your lips.

Gods that sounded delightful. The vivid daydream of you on his arm while he pushed the hair from your face and kissed the back of your hand before you entered some sickly sweet date spot. How you'd swoon and shoot his flirts back with vigor. But no one actually says that to a woman they've never met. So Sanji opts to compliment your abilities as a fighter.

His index finger lifts your chin, and he's pleased to witness the color rise to your cheeks and your breath catch in your throat.

"You just took on 3 fishmen who were twice your size.I wanna know who I'm thanking for that." He speaks, looking you up and down. Little does he know, the action makes you heat.

If Zeff's exasperated sigh and grunt didn't pull him away, the frantic request to help from Usopp did and he was out of the kitchen before you could properly answer.

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Luffy lays helplessly against the doc, breath heavy as he tries to take in as much air as his lungs would allow. Nami was gone, and so was their map. The crew was falling apart at the seams and it didn't look as if there was a bright side, besides being alive that is. Sanji heaves, chest rising and falling as water falls from his soaked hair and down his face.

"Holy shit-" You huff, somewhat losing the limp in your walk as you approach the group of 3. "Is he okay?" You question, choking a bit when you peer down at Sanji's kneeling frame. So that's what was under that nicely tailored suit.

He only shakes his head, unsure, pushing the wet hair from his face. Sanji's gaze lingers for a while as he looks at your injury.

"Bleeding stopped. I'll live." You answer, feeling the gaze of the third party, a dark-skinned boy with a bandana, looking for answers through your short conversation with the blonde.

You grunt, using your dwindling strength to lift the curly-haired straw hat wearer up. Sanji helps as 'bandana' trails behind.

The ship wasn't too far ahead, and thank god it wasn't because despite how he looked this child was heavy as fuck. He managed to pick up some of his own weight along the way and in no time you were aboard the ship.

"You're a great fighter! You should join our crew you know." The boy who you'd learned was Luffy spoke, surprising you a bit.

Join a crew? His crew? As a pirate? Quite frankly it wouldn't be the weirdest thing you done. Spontaneous sure, but not odd. It was like the Baratie was hiring any time soon and your line of work had slowed since being at this restaurant for the last 6 months. You needed to pick up the slack and this last fight had shown just how rusty you'd gotten. However, being on a boat again...

"He asked me the same thing." the blonde hums, seeing you process the request.

A chuckle escapes you and you lean against the island in what looks like the kitchen as Luffy and 'bandana' leave to lord knows where. It wasn't much of a concern of yours when you were watching blondie throw a towel over his shoulders, just barely covering his arms and chest.

"Made your choice yet?" You quip, tucking your lip between your teeth.

He smirks, stepping closer as to fill the gap between the two of you. His hair is not as wet as before but it's still slightly damp. You can't help but look at his shirtless frame, hell any woman with a libido and type like yours would be drooling too.

He's genuinely thinking of a response, as if he hadn't quite made up his mind yet about the whole pirate thing. In your head, it would prove to be quite the adventure and perhaps you'd be able to see what the blond had prepared in terms of trying to court you. He'd already tried his hand, touching you just slightly here and there, his lingering gaze starting to burn you up.

"You made yours?"

Your fingers dance across his forearms, making note of the way they tense at your touch. Soon they're at his collarbone and down the line of his chest and torso.

His skin is so damn soft. How is that even possible. When you gaze up, his face is tinted and you can tell he's holding his breath.

"I'm still debating." You answer, head snapping n the direction of the new sound that had just interrupted.

"ZORO!"

The two of you make haste in traveling to where Luffy's voice rang out and sure enough there he was, very happily squeezing a very injured man in a relieved hug.

According to the very sloppy recap from the guy you learned was named Usopp and Luffy, this new guy 'Zoro' had decided it was a fabulous idea to challenge former warlord and infamous swordsman Dracule Mihawk.

The man laid before you was a bit taller than the blonde and a bit slimmer? You didn't focus much on his figure but the bright green hair sproutng from his head. He only spared you a small glance before closing his eyes back.

"That's gonna leave a pretty gnarly scar." You comment, arms crossed over your chest as his brow twitches.

"Better than having a chunk out my shoulder."

Touche

Luffy embraces the swordsman and his body tenses, a wince of pain spreading over his face. You cant help but smile at their bond. someone so loyal to their captain heyd fight death...and someone so loyal to their crew they'd keep them tethered...someone so supportive they have your back even if it kills them to do so.

"I had the strangest dream than Nami left." Zoro speaks, his eyes cracking open in somewhat disbelief.

"Nami?" You quip, brow raised.

"It wasnt a dream. She left with the Arlong pirates. And she took the map. Now we we have to save her." Luffy explains, a twing of hurt evident in his voice. Zoro doestn question it, only closing his eyes and taking a heavy breath..

"Im sorry, who is Nami?" You whisper to the blonde, brow raise slightly.

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The ship is quickly stocked with barrels of food and drink for the journey ahead. You'd already packed up the little bit of life you had and successfully tossed it aboard. Usopped rolled barrels as Zoro sat, three swords against his hip. You do what you can, pushing barrels here and there but Sanji is quick to make you sit when he sees this.

"Why do we need the waiter?" Zoro chirps from beside you, seeing as that's where you opted to sit.

"Because we cant boil water." Usopp responds as you sniker.

Zoro was less than talkative, the occasional heavy sigh filling the air. If you were to stay on this ship filled with testosterone until you arrived wherever 'Nami' was, you needed to make some friends. Even if it was temporary.

"Three swords is a choice. Wheres the third one go." You question, observing them a bit better now since you were seated next to him.

"You talk a lot." he answers, eyes closed, face still.

"You don't talk enough." You shoot back, crossing your arms over your chest.

This guys was such diva.

"You not too fond of blondie I'm realizing." It was only meant as an observation but that was enough to slightly open the conversation.

"I tolerate him for my captain's sake. Besided, apparently we cant boil water. He'll be at leat a little useful for something."

There’s a bit of silence before he speaks again, his eyes practically piercing through you.

“What’re you useful for?”

What an odd question. Sure you had skills in the fighting department. The little personality you had left felt like it left your body when you chose your profession…not like it was your choice.

You’d joined the crew in hopes the blonde would too….subconsciously that is. You were still trying for to fool yourself into thinking you hadn’t fallen for him in the slightest. You were wrong.

What are you useful for.

The ship begins to move and you also decide to remove yourself rom the swordsman. Any more questions and you’d be internally debating your entire existence fooling around with this goon. Perring over the ships edge a wave of dread hits you.

When’s the last time you set foot on a boat? Your wrists and ankles twinge a bit, a bitter memory making your stomach turn. Just because you suppress a memory doesn’t mean your body will forget it.

Perhaps this was a poor choice

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sinning-23 · 3 months

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Glass Chandelier

Warnings: swearing, depictions of violence

Notes: Hellooo! This series is gonna be sorta gut wrenching or at Leary I’m gonna try to have it be lol. Let me know if your like to be added to a tag list and enjoy!

Ps. Pls ignore any spelling errors I did my bestest

Introduction

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Evening at the Baratie was as busy as usual. The brunch rush had well started and patrons tumbled in sitting at their designated tables they more likely waited months to get. It was a bit brighter than you would have liked but the booth you're sitting in is just right. Night time was more your speed at the floating restaurant but the waiter from last night had piqued your interest. As an attempt to see him again, you came in a bit earlier.

You sit, cross-legged and slightly impatient, hoping to see a mess of slightly wavy blonde tresses but he never shows. Part of you feels silly for entertaining the idiot but you simply couldn't resist an opportunity like this.

-the night prior-

"Fancy a drink with me after this?" He asks, smiling right back at you as you remove yourself from the booth and stand before him.

Your fingertips dance across the collar of his blazer and you cant help but to flick the hair that falls in front of his face away. He watches, cheeks tinting even darker as you flatten out his attire.

"I fancy far more than a drink.”You tease, circling him as he tries to find the words to respond to your far-from-innocent comment.

The blonde only chuckles in response and tries to fight the smile that creeps over his face. Damn, did you look good walking away.

Your head snaps towards the restaurant entrance as the doors sound as if they not only swing open but are slammed into the wall behind them. The other customers didn’t seem to notice, still enjoying their meals. As a reoccurring customer, you were well aware of the ‘No fighting inside’ rule they followed seeing as you’d watched that same waiter and many others break up a fight before they could even start. You reach for your pick, seeing not one or two, but three fish men that looked far from friendly stop down to the main floor.

If the current customers were paying attention before they were now as the slightly larger one lifted the man who just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time out of his chair and threw him across the dining floor. It would be wise to leave now and you weren’t the only one with the same idea.

However, a sharp and quite threatening, “SIT DOWN” booms returning most to their seat.

Zeff, the man you’d grown quite close with as a reoccurring customer had stepped out amid the commotion, eyeing you and hovering his head a firm shake. If he knew you he knew you’d leave one way or another but this situation was different.

He was well aware of your ability to protect yourself but three against one wasn’t fair and these ‘gentlemen’ seemed far from it. You heed his advice, crossing your legs and sitting back down to sip your drink.

“If you don’t bring me that straw hat by the time I finish my meal, maybe I’ll start adding some of these nice folks to the menu.” He threatened, narrowing his eyes at your defensive frame.

How entitled did you have to be to not only ruin everyone’s meals with this nonsense but threaten to harm them as they are already cowering in fear?

It took less than a few minutes to finish you drink and once you were you had already removed yourself from the booth and was walking toward the exit. A hush falls over the hostages as your heels click against the tile.

“And where are you going?” The fishman who you’d learned was named ‘Arlong’ growls, the two lackeys eyeing you as if you spat at them.

Arlongs patients ran thin with humans if there was even any to begin with. So for you to not only NOT be afraid of who he was and what he could do to you while simultaneously ignoring his threats was enough to piss him off beyond comprehension.

“Leaving, I finished my drink. I thought that was obvious?” You speak, turning on your heel as the screech of the chair sliding on tile makes you stop again.

Reaching for your weapons would give you away too soon. The ice picks were more of a close combat weapon so until you were at the required amount of space, revealing them just to appear big and bad wasn’t wise. It was never really an option to begin with considering being flashy wasn’t your forte.

You were accurate and precise…calculated. That’s what mattered most in a fight. Sure raw talent and strength were great to have but critical thinking skills, common sense, and planning were things that weren’t quite easy to come by.

He’s towering over you now, your eyes scanning the surrounding area as well as his current physical state. If Arlong could throw a grown man damn near 30 feet away he’d surely break you in half without a second thought.

“Don’t you know who I am girl?” He growls, his fists clenched at his sides as you act as if he’s not a threat. It pisses him off more.

“Yeah, I just don’t care.”

He reaches for you, his hands going for your neck but you’re quick to duck, pulling the sliver of metal from your garter. You slice upwards, the point sliding from his ankle to mid-thigh. A hiss leaves his mouth as he tries to reach for you again but you slip between the opening of his two legs left before dragging the needles point down the left side of his back. A gasp leaves your mouth when a second pair of hands snatch you from your current position. Damn it.

Your arms flex and before Alrlong can even raise his fist your feet are off the ground and kicking firmly into his chest. It wasn't enough to fully push him back, just make his scoot maybe an inch back. You take the chance to flip out of your captor's grasp, Legs locking around his neck as you lift your pick.

Air leaves your lungs when you hit the floor of the Baratie and you feel the drink you'd previously finished rise up your throat after a swift kick to the stomach that sent you flying.

"Allow me to make an example. We all know fishermen are superior, but you just don't truly know the extent of that." Arlong growls, lifting you by your hair as you groan, pain shooting through your ribs.

His teeth sink into your shoulder as you thrash, doing anything you can to get him away despite the pain. Your flesh tears open, and the smell of your own blood fills your nose as it slides down your back and arm. A silent scream is stuck in your throat and when he finally decides to tear away a sizeable chunk he drops you, the thudd making patrons flinch.

The restaurant doors burst open for a second time and your heart almost bursts out of your chest when your blonde meets your injured frame. You managed to sit up against a pillar, pulling part of a tablecloth apart to dress your wound.

The straw hat Arlong had been looking for had stepped down, conversing with him briefly as the waiter seemed to pale just looking at you. It must be bad. You flash him a smile forcing yourself to stand as a bang sounds from beside you.

And when Arlong breaks Zeff's leg with a swift yet powerful kick, hell breaks loose.

You force yourself up, grab your picks, and sprint towards one of the two lackeys seeing as the blonde waiter was occupied with the other. You jabbed in his direction, missing by mere inches. A punch to your gut makes you gag and falter, the pain in your ribs shooting to the pain in your shoulder.

You growl, grabbing a discarded fork and jabbing it into the large-lipped fishman's calf. You stand, grabbing him by the collar before stomping your foot over the fork, diving it deeper, tearing a sizeable gash in the process. With a clenched fist, you wind up and punch as hard as your could before landing a final kick to his chest.

“BLONDIE!” You yelp, scrambling to get the waiter on his feet as he groans, his fans gripping his ribs.

Slinging his body partially over your uninjured shoulder, you also groan, limping to the kitchen the double doors whilst the straw hat boy and Arlong had moved outside. His lackeys followed. You sit the blonde down, immediately going back out to help Zeff. Pain shoots through you again as you huff, any adrenaline warns off now and you fight tears.

The kitchen is quiet, only the sound of the waiter's heavy breathing and your own filling it up as Zeff leans wearily in his chair. You whimper, touching the raw and open wound with a warm towel, the color becoming a deep red with every drop of blood it soaked up.

Hot tears slide past your cheeks as you to try and find some sort of reflective surface. The young blonde only limps after you. With steady hands he lifts you onto the counter, being mindful of the obvious injuries you’d earned in the fight.

Despite wishing you were dead instead of in excruciating pain, the action makes your heart flutter. He is much larger than you, his frame wider than you remember. His waist is a lot smaller too, it being seemingly curved and leading right to a pair of thighs you'd managed to lay your eyes on. The veins running up his arms look awfully tempting as they lead right down to a large pair of hands, one adorned with a ring.

His nails are trimmed and surprisingly clean. It's clear he takes care of himself, the smell of cigarettes and spice fills your senses. His lips are moving but you can’t hear any sound and his eyes are so concerned looking at you. Blue....so soft and so blue. His eyes crinkle at the side when he smiles...

“Hm?” You quip, cursing yourself for swooning when he gives you a faint smile.

After rolling up his sleeves, his fingers move along your torso, gently touching your sides as he repeats the question.

“What’s your name darling?”

His voice sounds so much better than you remembered. He's focused, fighting a grimace as he rinsed and rang out the cloth that's now soaked in your blood.

His hands are stained with the color, but so are yours at this point. He returned the towel to your injury, getting a fresh one soaked with warm water before brushing it over the palm of your hand oh so gently.

"Why, you wanna take me out on a date?" You tease, eyes meeting as you both share a smirk. "Well you just helped fight off 3 fishmen all of which were twice your size. I wanna know who I'm thanking for that." He speaks, the gentle caress of the towel stopping when his index finger lifts your chin.

A heavy sigh and grumble forces you to turn away. Zeff was still slumped in the chair watching this whole scene play out and quite frankly hed rather not watch his 'son' flirt with one of his more favorable patrons.

Perhaps the flirting could come to a brief pause. You open your moouth to answer and flip the question but he's already back out the door when someone come yelping for help.

Something about "Luffy" being thrown into the ocean and needing saving?

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