#sanji looking almost smooth in the last one

[ladadiida]

𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 as much as you wanted to stay by his side, you couldn't bear the thought of watching him fall in love with other women while you're stuck at the kitchen washing dishes and measuring ingredients. so you dreamt of leaving, of traveling to different islands to share your lovely songs and tunes; but the more your desire to leave grows, the more sanji finds himself drowning in your warmth.

or,

you and sanji over the years, wherein five times you tried to leave him and the one time you finally did, despite his refusal to let you go.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 musician reader, 5 + 1 things, pining, unrequited love, not actually unrequited love, heavy (kind of) angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 HERE IT IS! the response to the sneak peek was crazy, and so i rushed to get this done. i only watched the live action so beware of minor mistakes if you ever saw one. english is also not my first language and you are welcome to correct me anytime for any grammatical errors. title is a lyric from the last time by taylor swift ft. gary lightbody. this fic is also posted in ao3 with its full summary and WITH A BONUS CHAPTER. enjoy reading!

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"There you are."

Your soapy, wet hands almost dropped the ceramic plate you were currently washing in the dirty kitchen sink as soon as you heard a familiar smooth and honeyed voice. Abruptly turning off the sink so that the sound of his approaching footsteps were clear to your ears, you wiped the sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand before turning your body towards him.

He was carrying a stack of plates, a fresh batch to add to the pile you had to wash, with an obnoxious yet handsome smile plastered on his lips. You took a deep breath to calm the growing irritation at the bottom of your stomach, reminding yourself that this was your job and you only had a couple of hours to endure until you're free to lock yourself up in your bedroom. You were particularly looking forward to writing today, and the thought of finishing the lyrics to your new song tonight slightly eased your mood. Accepting your fate, you pointed to the remaining space beside the sink.

"Place it there." You told him, albeit begrudgingly as you turn on the sink again and pour more soap on the battered sponge.

You took a mental note to ask Zeff later about buying new sponges, and if you were lucky to catch him in a good mood, you'll put in a request to get the sink fixed and cleaned. Your eyes scanned over the grime and rust around the area. If you were going to spend the rest of your life washing dishes, then you might as well get a proper kitchen sink to do so.

An amused laugh fell out of the golden haired man you grew up with, surprised at your compliance to do the job you hated. The sound nearly sent your poor heart into a dizzying whirlwind of little nuisances called emotions. "What a hardworking woman."

"I could say the same to you. It seems like you have a new record today." You said while you splashed dirtied bowls with soap water, smiling at him teasingly, "Thought you would've been kicked out of the line by now."

"The old man just can't help but to accept the fact that I am a greater cook than him." He smirked, wiping a knife with a dish cloth. Trying not to roll your eyes, you shook your head at his usual display of arrogance, yet you can't help but to grin as you began to hear scratching sounds against the floors.

"Then you better get those chopped carrots ready." You replied, and when you got to finish your sentence, the doors to the kitchen swung open, revealing the head chef.

Zeff's cold and steely eyes immediately landed on the blond. He walked towards him with a fast pace despite only having one leg, his braided mustache bouncing in each step.

"Aye, aye, aye. Why haven't you started on the carrots yet, little eggplant? Can you get any slower?" He scolded, loud enough for the whole staff to hear, but none of them even flinched. You returned back to your plates and glasses, smiling softly. This was part of your routine everyday: to listen in their silly arguments.

However, before the younger chef can reply, you butted in, "Sanji fetched some of the plates for me. Since there's a lunch rush, I couldn't leave the kitchen."

Zeff let out a low hum. You couldn't even see Sanji's face, but you knew him well enough to know that he was smiling triumphantly, knowing that he won this time. After a few minutes of contemplating, the head chef clicked his tongue. "Don't defend him, little lass. But I'll let it slip this time. What are you waiting for, then? Start cutting them!"

"Yes, chef." Sanji answered in a jovial manner, placing the carrots on a chopping board.

Twisting the faucet lever so that the water flow from the sink is gentle and quiet, you then paid attention to their little banters every now and then. You brought up a wine glass and positioned it by your side to try to get a glimpse of the two most important men in your life. Through their reflection on the glass, you can see Zeff hunching over Sanji's knifework, nodding every time the vegetables were correctly sliced.

On the other hand, Sanji was unbothered by the head chef's observations and continued to cut the ingredients calmly. Some of the strands in his hair fell down on one side of his face, covering an eye, and most people would think that it was an unusual way of styling hair; yet it was one thing out of many that you loved the most about him.

You accepted it years ago.

You accepted the fact that you somehow fell in love with Sanji Vinsmoke along your weird journey of working in a sea restaurant full of former pirates and making music while at it. How the pesky feelings grew and wrapped themselves around your aching heart, you didn't know. Maybe it was when he learned to cook your favorite food and gave it to you afterwards, or the way his crystal blue eyes reminded you of snowflakes every winter.

Or maybe it was when he pulled your hair out of jealousy the moment he learned that Zeff would be taking in another child in his care, but brushed it and even braided it after the latter cleared the misunderstanding. Maybe it was when he supported you in your dreams and told you they weren't silly, maybe it was when he fought off drunk men that were trying to hit on you. Or maybe it was the way his voice would drop an octave lower whenever he asks you for a favor. The list could go on and on and you still wouldn't know the reason why. It doesn't matter anyway. You tripped, you fell, and now you're pining.

Drying off the last of the plates, you washed your own hands after and patted them dry on your skirt. You were the last one to leave the kitchen, the other staff already back in their quarters after a long, exhausting day of cooking. You fixed the signature blue bandana tied in your hair then went on your way towards the upper deck.

You weren't blessed with a talent in cooking, so you offered to do chores instead. Washing the dishes, cleaning the restaurant, and doing the laundry were few of the things you do in the Baratie. You can't say that you enjoy it, but you were beyond grateful that Zeff gave you a chance despite his opposition to let a woman work inside his restaurant.

As you were about to go to the newly laundered clothes you hung on a thin wire earlier that morning, you heard two voices speaking. You also smelled cigarette smoke wafting through the air, and you only knew one person who could be smoking at this hour. Your breath hitched in anticipation.

"You bringing a woman to your bed again, Sanji?" The other person asked playfully, but there was a hint of disbelief in his voice. You carefully took a peek so you won't accidentally reveal yourself and be accused of eavesdropping. Two people came into view with their backs facing you.

"Now, what are you talking about, Patty? I am a gentleman. I only had a nice chat with the lovely lady and escorted her back to her ship." Sanji interjected, a cigarette hanging on his lips.

Patty huffed. "I didn't know that chatting included kiss marks on jawlines."

This caused Sanji to laugh and say, "Not my fault she was charmed by my food."

"The boss man ain't gonna like it when he finds out about this."

"He's not gonna find out." Sanji assured him, wiping off the said kiss mark on his jaw. You stared at him as he did so, and you pitied the woman who planted that kiss, knowing she was just one of the many beautiful ladies Sanji had flirted with before. However, a tinge of pain in your chest said otherwise, taunting you that it was not pity you're feeling, but foul jealousy.

"Why don't you look for more decent women, eh? How about 'little lass' for a change?" Patty suddenly suggested.

It was like someone had hit your stomach with one of the metal pans in the kitchen with the way it lurched in surprise and nervousness. Your heartbeat started to quicken the longer you waited for his response, making your grip on your skirt tighter. In moments like these, you allowed yourself to hope, to wish that he saw something in you and that he finds you beautiful and lovely enough to be the person standing by his side.

But his answer made all that hope crumble down into nothing but dust.

"I don't see her that way." Sanji said after a long stretch of silence, taking a long drag from the cigarette then releasing the smoke in a single breath.

Ah.

You blinked repeatedly, trying to keep the tears from forming. It's always been like this, so why can't you get used to it? Taking a deep breath, you gulped away the knot forming in your throat and decided to leave. You can grab the clothes later.

"You're too kind for him." Someone behind you spoke, making you jump and tense up. Turning around, you saw Zeff looking at you with an unreadable emotion in his eyes and his hands on his hips, almost like he knew your secret. Of course he does. He always sees everything.

You stumbled on your words. "Sir?"

"That boy is always up to something." He began, switching his attention to Sanji. "One minute he's stubbornly immature in the kitchen, and the next he'll be a thirsty man staring at women like they're liquid booze."

Clearing your throat, you forced a smile.

"Well, he can be a lot sometimes." You agreed, remembering the days when the two of you would fight over irrelevant matters. Then you chuckled and continued, "But he's kind. He's gentle, and lovely, like a freshly made poem you keep repeating in your head. But then he's also confusing, hot-headed, and reckless. He's like the sea, isn't he? Calm yet wrapped with mystery, dangerous yet beautiful..."

You trailed off, an unbearable heat rising up your cheeks and neck once you slowly began to realize that you just ranted out your feelings to the head chef. You glanced at him with wide eyes, preparing to see a disgusted look on his face; however, Zeff didn't appear to be repulsed by your little speech. In fact, the corners of his lips were slightly quirked up.

"But I cannot swim. If I were to drown, he wouldn't save me." You quickly added, hoping to shut down the topic.

He sighed. "You will meet someone who deserves you as much as you deserve them, little lass." He simply said. He then laid his hand out, and on his palm was a little box poorly tied with a ribbon. "Here, for you."

Altnough you were a bit confused at the random gift, you accepted it and cradled the box to your chest. "I'll be okay, Zeff." You insisted, grinning cheekily. "When I become famous, I'll sing my songs here in Baratie, and people would flood the restaurant to hear my singing. And to eat your food too, of course."

The head chef nodded, relief flooding his expression. "I look forward to that." He said while awkwardly returning your smile.

That night, when you were sure that everyone in the Baratie was asleep, you opened the loose floorboard on the floors of your bedroom and grabbed the wooden box you kept hidden for a long time now. You opened the lid and began counting the Berry you saved for the past few months.

Tomorrow was the perfect day to leave.

You just can't stay here. Yes, you had a roof over your head, delicious food to eat everyday, and clean clothes to wear but you were so miserable. This wasn't the life you wanted. You wish to go out there, sing your heart out, and fall in love with someone who actually loves you back.

A knock on your door made you freeze. You held your breath as the person on the other side continued to knock a few more times. "You awake?"

Pain surged through your veins, your chest twisting in agony. Sanji.

"You didn't come down for dinner. I guess you're too tired, hmm?" He said, his muffled voice gentle, and the sound almost prompted you to stand up and open the door for him. But you dug your fingernails in your palms and resisted, because you can't just let this opportunity pass by.

You heard a brief clinking sound before Sanji spoke again, "Sweet dreams, ange."

Once his footsteps faded away, you cautiously moved towards your door and opened it as quietly as you can. There, on the floor, was a small plate with a slice of your favorite desert: angel's food cake, topped with fresh cream and strawberries.

You bent down and saw a note beside the plate. And when you got to read the contents of the note, you burst into tears and sobs that wracked down your entire body.

Happy Birthday

— S.

You ate the cake with tears silently falling down your cheeks, and that was the first time you failed to leave Sanji Vinsmoke.

⸻ • ⸻

Today was the day, and you won't allow anyone to ruin it for you.

You had saved enough Berries to travel around the world and sustain yourself for the upcoming months. Your notebook containing the lyrics of the songs you wrote laid open on top of your bed as you spent all night revising them while planning out an itinerary. Then you'll find a place to settle in, a stable job that required doing what you loved the most, and overall just be peaceful and free from pirates and chefs and pirate chefs. It was perfect.

Folded clothes surrounded you everywhere, ready to be packed in your bags. Once you finished stuffing them all in, you grabbed your treasured instrument, the one thing you couldn't live without: your guitar, which has been with you since you were a little child. It was given by your mother and you've been attached to it ever since.

It has scratches all over its wooden surface, and the strings needed some fixing occassionally, but you wouldn't trade it for the greatest treasures in the world. You ran your fingers over it, suddenly feeling like it was lacking something. Seeing the paint chipping off at the corners, you figured that it needed a little color.  You'll need lacquer, and paint if you managed to find some.

You set the guitar aside and left your bedroom to head downstairs to the kitchen. As you were about to push the doors open, a loud, angry shout made you stop in your tracks.

"I won't ever become a pathetic waiter for you!" Sanji's thunderous yells can be heard from outside. Your shoulders tensed up. It was a good thing that brunch was over and all the customers had left.

Zeff's own furious voice followed, "Leave then, for all I care! You can do anything you want, but don't you ever serve one of your shit dishes in my kitchen!"

A frown settled on your face. Their fights were a normal occurrence to you, but this one sounded more grave than usual. Crossing your arms, you stepped in closer to the entrance and hesitated whether you should go in or not. Before you could make a decision, Zeff beat you to it by pushing the doors open, rage emanating from his figure as he ignored and walked past you.

Without hesitation this time, you entered the kitchen, greeted by the sight of Sanji bowing over the counter, breathing heavily, his face covered with his hair. He didn't move an inch even as you approached him, the clacking of the heels in your boots echoing throughout the room.

Both of you were silent as you rummaged through cabinets, trying to find lacquer to cover your guitar with, while he tried his best to calm himself down after his outburst. Many cupboards later, you finally found a small can of used up lacquer, but as you started to reach for it, your hand completely stopped mid-air.

You looked over your shoulder, and found Sanji already recovered from the argument seeing that he was on the move again, preparing a cut of beef tenderloin and other ingredients he needed for tonight's dinner.

Slowly, you closed the cupboard and went closer to him. He still refused to look at you. And so you watched him place a bag of flour on the countertop, slices of cold butter, and a variety of spice bottles to season the meat with.

Sanji began to wrap twine around the beef tenderloin. You sighed, and before you could stop yourself, you grabbed a bowl and decided to help him. Your guitar can wait.

It was rare for you to cook inside the kitchen, having so little knowledge about food and how they were prepared, but you knew this recipe well. You poured two cups of flour through the sifter, followed by placing heaps of the cold butter in the mixture.

The moment you started to mix the dough for the puff pastry, Sanji quickly pointed out in a monotone voice, "You're adding too much butter."

You raised your head and glanced at him, his attention now on the meat he was searing on a skillet. You smiled, glad that he was speaking again.

"You're beginning to sound like the old man himself." You joked lightly.

His jaw clenched. "Don't compare me to that shitty geezer."

In a softer voice, you asked, "What happened?"

"The usual." He replied curtly. "Didn't approve of my dishes."

You perked up upon hearing about a dish he made himself. Sanji was talented when it comes to creating his own recipes, and sometimes, you would be the person he chooses to test them out. Every time he lets you taste them, your chest would feel warm and you wouldn't be able to sleep for days because you'll keep replaying it in your head. "What did you make this time?"

"It doesn't matter. He'll never agree to any of them."

"Maybe I can—"

"Drop it. Don't poke your nose in things you're not involved." Sanji cut you off, his hardened gaze meeting your concerned stare. You only blinked at him, straightening up.

"I see." You muttered, eyes landing on the bag of flour. You looked at him, then at the flour, then back at him. A smile began to form on your lips as a devious plan formulated itself in your brain. Sticking your hand inside the bag of flour, you took a fistful of the pillowy powder and threw it straight into his face.

Sanji jumped back, flinching and closing his eyes when some of the flour's particles managed to enter them. His jaw dropped open in surprise, hands quickly removing themselves from the skillet's handle to dust off the flour that rested on his now white hair. You tried to stifle a laugh as you watched him struggle getting the flour out.

Once he managed to clean himself, he stared straight at you and said in the calmest way possible, even if you knew deep inside that he was fuming, "What was that for?"

A high-pitched snort left your mouth. You covered it to prevent yourself from laughing.

You cleared your throat and smiled at him innocently. "Am I involved now?"

His piercing blue eyes then started to sparkle with mirth, amusement replacing the vexation previously swimming in them. He also looked to be trying to push down a smile, and that made your heart skip a beat. "You're insufferable."

He reached for the bag of flour. You squeaked and took off running, trying to escape from his attack, but he still managed to throw a small amount on you. Giggling, you ran the opposite direction to confuse him, and yet he caught up with you, throwing another round of flour. This time, it hit your cheeks, making you laugh loudly. He laughed along, pointing a finger at you because you probably looked crazy at the moment.

You tried to take the bag of flour away from him, but he just took it an as opportunity to catch your arm and grip it firmly. He pulled you into his chest, caging you completely.

With your cheeks warm and your breaths short, you tilted your head up and looked at him, noticing the way that you were both covered in flour; and not only that, you also noticed the short distance between your bodies and how your noses were almost touching. His pupils were dilated, black dominating the alluring blue shade that kept haunting your dreams. You drank in the attention he was giving you, the breathing coming out from his soft lips, and the comfortable silence that wrapped around the both of you like a safe little bubble.

"Caught you." Sanji muttered, voice deeper and huskier, making you let out a quiet sigh. His arms snaked around your waist as he leaned in closer. A million questions started to run inside your head, begging to know what this situation was and how you got into it. "Nowhere to run now, darling."

A slamming of doors shattered the secret moment you shared, and you immediately pulled away from each other. You pushed down your disappointment and hid it in the secret crevice in your heart as the two of you faced your intruder.

Zeff observed your flour-laden figures, his thick eyebrows scrunched together in irritation. He then demanded, voice seething and dripping with anger, "What in the hell are you two little brats doing?"

Sanji blurted out in defense, "Zeff, we—she was the one who started it!"

"And you went along with it!" You accused incredulously, grinning from ear-to-ear. Sanji grinned back, shaking his head and biting his lower lip.

"Oh, shut up before I stitch your mouths! Just by looking at you two, I already know that you snot-nosed shits are both at fault!" Zeff shouted, clicking his tongue at the sight of the half emptied flour. "Wasted them good flour for your childish fights. You're even worse than fatwits. Get out and clean the toilets!"

"Not the shitty toilets!" Sanji groaned, and you couldn't blame him for it. The bathroom area smelled revolting and the floors were always wet for some reason.

"I don't wanna hear complaints from you when you've dirtied my kitchen! Off you go!" Zeff dismissed, and you can't help but to laugh again when you saw Sanji pout like a little kid.

The head chef watched the two of you leave the kitchen together while giggling and exchanging fond looks. Patty, who also saw the whole situation unfold, suddenly appeared beside him, snickering, "I can already hear the wedding bells ringing."

Zeff took a deep, tired breath.

"Oh, they're ringing alright."

You cleaned and scrubbed the toilets the entire afternoon with the man you're in love with, flushing your plans down the drain and forgetting all about them, and that was the second time you failed to leave Sanji Vinsmoke.

⸻ • ⸻

You didn't know how you ended up in a ship full of pirates.

Well, maybe you knew. A little. But it wasn't supposed to be like this.

Your knuckles were beginning to turn white with how tight you were clenching them. A mix of emotions swirled around in your chest, namely confusion, impatience, and hesitation, pondering about whether you should be irritated at yourself or at Sanji.

The opportunity was there, handed to you like a steak on a golden platter, or a miracle that suddenly fell from the sky. The day you met Luffy and his strange pirate crew was the day you immediately realized that he was the key to your exit from the Baratie. He was friendly; a good pirate, according to his own words, so you figured he would allow you to tag along for a while until you find an island to get off to. You just had to ask for his permission and wait for his reply.

Luffy agreed. And you were ecstatic. You were finally going to leave Sanji Vinsmoke and your pathetic, unrequited feelings behind.

Or so you thought.

You watched in horror as he followed you when you boarded the Going Merry, also carrying a bag of his own. He said something along the lines of Luffy needing a cook for the journey to the Grand Line but you couldn't care less. You got here first. Why was he here?

So here you were, sitting in a corner, lonelier than ever and regretting your life decisions. You watched Luffy and his friends celebrate after defeating the pirate Arlong and saving Coco Village from his inhuman hold over its people, but Sanji and the beautiful orange haired Nami were nowhere in sight.

The thought of them being gone together at the same time left a bitter aftertaste on your tongue.

Nami. The first time you laid eyes on her, ethereal was the word that came up to your mind. With soft deep saffron locks that framed her small face and a wide blue eyed gaze, she would have the cruelest of men begging for mercy and affection at her feet.

Unfortunately, Sanji was one of those men.

Fuck, you cursed mentally, rubbing your face with your hands to try and forget about the times he flirted with her and the moments he wouldn't stop talking about her or kept asking about her favorite food or dessert or if she's into blonds. Your already battered heart doesn't need the usual reminder that he'll never see you that way, that you weren't going to experience his sweet words and his loving gazes.

You took a sharp breath. It's okay, you tell yourself over and over again until they were buried in your heart. They'll make a great pair, Sanji the cook and Nami the thief. A strong man with an equally strong woman. Yes. That makes sense.

You'll leave soon anyway, and you'll no longer have to worry about seeing them or how they were going to end up together.

And yet you can't help but to think about the things that could've been if you were the one he was in love with instead.

You were crossing your arms and hugging yourself as the crisp afternoon air was getting chilly when a hand gripping a shot glass filled with amber liquid appeared in front of you. Looking up, you saw Luffy smiling widely at you, waving the glass encouragingly.

"Come on, just one drink! Usopp poured this for you!" The captain exclaimed heartily, obviously trying to uplift your spirits and to make you feel welcomed in his crew, even though you did nothing but to guard the Going Merry while they were fighting for their lives.

You shook your head and smiled politely. "No, I don't drink. Sorry."

Luffy's smile faltered, but he recovered quickly. He nodded, setting the glass down on top of a barrel. "Well, okay." He said, then turned to Usopp, who was currently downing a whole bottle of whiskey. "Hey, where's Nami?"

"Oh, she's with the cook," Usopp replied cheekily, wiping his mouth after drinking. There was a teasing tone in his voice as he continued, "Someone's getting a boyfriend tonight!"

With that said, you reached for the shot glass that Luffy was offering you earlier, grabbed it swiftly, and poured the whole thing down your throat. The whiskey tasted unfamiliar, and it burned and made you dizzy at first taste, but it doesn't matter; as long as it can make you forget just for a little while, you were willing to drink more of the horrible beverage.

Zoro, the green haired swordsman and the captain's first mate, stared at you as if you had lost your mind, but a tinge of concern was visibly written on his face. "Woah, slow down." He warned sternly.

"I thought you didn't drink." Was all Luffy said, blinking in confusion. You chuckled tiredly.

"Now I do."

Drink after drink, glass after glass. You lost count on how many times Usopp poured whiskey for you, or how many times Zoro shook his head in disbelief. Luffy was the same old happy-go-lucky captain throughout the disaster that was starting to brew inside you, turning your brain into mush. You can barely lift your head or your fingers as you asked for another shot in an incoherent voice. Luckily, Usopp was still able to understand you, tipping the whiskey bottle yet again towards your glass.

You started to raise the glass to your lips, eager to just get severely drunk and be over with it already. However, you suddenly felt strong fingers wrap around your wrist to stop you from drinking; and when you caught sight of a familiar silver ring with Baratie's jolly roger inlaid upon it, you didn't need to look up to know who it was.

Sanji's voice was unnervingly calm as he questioned the crew, but the slight shake in his words lets you know otherwise. "Which one of you allowed her to drink?"

"No one. She took the glass and made the decision herself." Zoro drawled, challenging the chef, "The last time I checked, waiter, you were supposed to be the one responsible for her."

Sanji ignored him and turned his attention to you. He stole the shot glass away from you, then kneeled and held your hands comfortingly, smiling. "Come on, ange. It's time for you to rest now." He said quietly, yet loud enough for only you to hear.

You stubbornly shook your head repeatedly and whined loudly. "No! Don't touch me!" You cried, prying your hands away from his, "I don't like you...!"

Zoro huffed in amusement at your declaration. Sanji glared at him for a short second before looking at you again. This time, he stood and gently placed his arms under your shoulders to raise you up. Once you were standing on your feet, he swept you up and carried you bridal style with ease. Another whine escaped your lips.

"Put me down! I want another drink, please, just one more!" You pleaded while throwing weak punches on his chest. Sanji only smiled and began to lead you towards the sleeping quarters. You continued to thrash in his arms as he walked slowly and in small steps so he wouldn't drop you.

Sanji carefully set you down on your hammock. "No drinks for you until you actually learn how to take them." He told you, tucking a stray piece of your hair behind your ear. His thumb caressed the soft skin of your cheek and rubbed it in circles, noting how fast you were heating up due to the alcohol. You pouted.

"Pretty please, Sanji...please..."

He chuckled, staring at you intensely. "Maybe some other time, ange."

You went quiet, staring back at him with half-lidded eyes. Then, you crossed your arms like a child and asked, "Why do you keep calling me that?"

Sanji raised a brow. "Call you what? Ange?"

You nodded. "I don't like it."

He began to smile, the dimples on his cheeks appearing. You briefly wondered if he'd allow you to poke and feel them. "Why?"

"I don't know what it means. Is it an insult?" You wondered aloud, your eyes widening in curiosity.

A hearty and warm laugh came out from Sanji, his eyes forming half-moons as he cackled at your words like they were the biggest joke he heard in his entire life, "Oh, my dear girl, how could I possibly insult you?" He managed to speak between laughs, "It means angel. You're an angel, to me at least. My angel."

Oh.

Your lips parted in surprise. Blinking, you simply said, "You're not Sanji."

He's not Sanji. He wouldn't call you angel; you're not even sure if he found you beautiful or attractive. You wear the same old tattered dresses that Zeff bought for you a long time ago, and you didn't even bother to style your hair or put on face powder like all the other beautiful ladies do. You look nowhere near to an angel.

But Sanji only grinned. "I assure you, I am very much Sanji. The little brat who pulled your hair when we were barely eleven years old."

Your breath hitched at the thought of him remembering one of your fond memories in your childhood. "You remembered."

"Of course I remembered." He whispered, cupping your cheek one last time before he got ready to leave. He turned on his heel and was about to walk away when you spoke.

"Are you going to see her again?" You asked, and he quickly noticed how broken your voice sounded. Sanji faced you in concern and was taken aback with how deep you were frowning. He figured that you were just drunk and women tend to be different when they were intoxicated. You were no exception to that, it seemed.

"Hm?" He hummed, prompting you to elaborate further.

Tears began to form in the corners of your eyes. You shakily mumbled, "Nami...you're going to Nami, aren't you?"

Sanji froze, an icy cold rush filling up his body. A knot formed in his throat, and it continued to tighten the longer he stared at your face. You looked so hurt—like he just destroyed your beloved guitar into pieces. Your lower lips were trembling, your eyes glistening with unshed tears. For a moment, he couldn't find the courage to answer you, feeling like he could die at any second now if he answers your question.

But the answer was simple.

"Yes." He breathed out, a sharp pain stabbing through his heart.

And it only became worse when a teardrop finally rolled down your cheek. "Why?" You rasped, and Sanji didn't know that a single word can hurt this much.

He tried to give you a reassuring smile but awfully failed to do so. He started to explain, "We were just discussing something—"

"Why not me?"

Those three words coming out of your mouth felt like a final blow to his heart. He can feel himself bleed, drained of life and soul because of you and your words alone, and he let you. He let you kill him, he let you make him swim in his own guilt and he doesn't why, why, why.

More tears fell out of your angelic eyes, staining your cheeks with wet trails, and he tried to hold himself back from wiping them off. You choked out, "Why not me, Sanji? I have been asking myself that question for the past decade, and it eats my brain every night like some kind of plague, but I let it anyway. Because why? Why can't you just recognize me and appreciate me and see me? Why can't you go to me if you want to talk about your dreams, or what dish you're planning to create? Why do you have to seek solace in other women when you have me standing by your side everyday, me who is willing to listen to you and whatever you have to say?"

Angry, red rimmed eyes glared at him. Your hair strands stuck to your skin and framed your face as sweat began to form on your forehead. Teardrops clung to your wet eyelashes and your face was drenched like you just took a swim in the ocean. You were burning with fury and rage and want, struggling to breathe properly after your little rant, and Sanji thought you couldn't be more beautiful. You were so beautiful.

"Oh but I couldn't blame you for that. She's just so beautiful, so perfect, and so strong. She could give you anything you wanted and she could be anything that I never was." You hiccuped, smiling forcibly, "But in the end...I will still love you. I will always love you. I think."

You scooted closer to him, leaning in until your faces only had a few inches apart between them. You didn't notice how his lips were slightly parted in shock, nor his eyes that were starting to glisten with his own tears. "No matter where I flee to, or where I lay my heart on, or which skies I look at—it's always you, Sanji. It's always been you."

"I had been so selfless all these years, Sanji. So please, can you pretend to like me too, just for today, before I leave?" You whispered meekly, cupping his cheeks with both of your hands. Numb and completely speechless, Sanji simply gave you a single nod as a response.

You gingerly pressed your lips against his, and he immediately tasted the saltiness of your tears. But your lips were soft, as he expected from an angel like you. And so he couldn't help himself; he closed his eyes and delicately kissed you back, repeating your name in his mind like a sacred prayer and wishing to the stars above to not let the moment end.

However, you broke the kiss by losing consciousness and falling down on your hammock, knocked out and peacefully snoring.

Sanji spaced out, not moving from his position. No. It's not that he didn't want to move—he couldn't move. He couldn't feel anything except for the drumming of his heart, knocking on his chest desperately. His lips were still tingling and his ears and neck were warming up.

He gulped, loosening the collar of his shirt to cool himself down. He needed a cigarette. And a drink.

Scrambling to get up even with his trembling legs, Sanji managed to stand properly. He avoided your sleeping figure and decided to get out of the room as soon as possible. However, when he took a step forward, his foot touched a notebook lying on the floor.

Sanji bent down and took the notebook. He flipped it open, and after reading only the first page, he finally came into a conclusion.

Heartbroken, drunk, and unaware, you dozed off the rest of the afternoon. When nightfall settled on the azure horizon and dusk fell on the rough surface of the sea, you missed the chance to walk away from the crew yet again; and that was the third time you failed to leave Sanji Vinsmoke.

⸻ • ⸻

The next morning, you woke up feeling much better with only the memory of you drinking and crying yourself to sleep and nothing else. Everything was normal, and the crew began to make plans for their next adventure during breakfast.

Everything was normal, except for Sanji, who was quiet throughout the whole discussion. And of course, just like always, you were the only one who noticed his strange behavior. You tried to catch his eyes, but he looked at everywhere except you.

When he finally met your gaze, you gave him a soft smile, hoping he would smile back and everything was fine and you were just overthinking it.

He doesn't.

⸻ • ⸻

"Are you really going to leave?"

Taking your gaze away from the heart shaped cloud you spotted on the clear blue sky, you faced the person who asked the question you were dreading for some time now. Luffy was staring curiously at you, awaiting your answer. You can't help but to smile softly at the captain, whose kindness you have yet to repay.

"I believe we already talked about this, captain." You said, recalling your short conversation last night. He kept asking you if you were really sure about your decision while his eyes darted to a certain blond haired chef every time he shoots you the question. It was strange, and you felt even more suspicious when Sanji pretended not to hear your answer and even refused to glance your way.

Luffy put his hands on his hips. "You know, you're welcome to stay and be a part of my crew."

You crossed your arms, smile growing wide. "And what, pray tell, is my role? Sing battle songs and chant your names while you swing your gummy arms at pirates?" You joked playfully.

The young captain stroked his chin in deep thought, almost like he was considering your suggestion. "That's not a bad idea."

You bursted out laughing, shaking your head in disbelief, "I'll leave first thing in the morning. I told Nami to dock at a nearby island."

"What about Sanji?" He suddenly questioned, leaving you flabbergasted for a split second. You weren't prepared to hear Sanji's name after days of not talking to him properly.

Him not speaking with you wasn't a strange occurence at all; back when you were still in the Baratie, there would be days when Sanji wouldn't bother to acknowledge your presence and would completely ignore you. This would happen whenever he was extremely busy with his cooking or he had a disagreement with Zeff.

And it seemed like this was one of those days, seeing that he had been ignoring you for about a week now. Yes, you have been keeping count. Although he doesn't appear to be angry with you, the short-lived exchanges and the abrupt cut-offs before you could say anything deeply concerned you more than it should have.

You tried to rack your brains for reasons on why he was acting like this. Maybe Nami had rejected him for the hundredth time, or Zoro kept throwing insults in his direction—or maybe his cigarette packet had ran out. Maybe his kitchen knives weren't sharp anymore and he was struggling in the kitchen.

Should you ask him? Should you go to him and demand him to tell you what's wrong?

You pressed your lips together. It sounded like the worst idea you've thought of so far. You convinced yourself that Sanji was fine and he'd be back to normal in no time; there would no need to talk to him.

"What about him?" You faltered, chuckling to ease the tension in your body.

"You care for each other." Luffy explained bluntly and matter-of-factly, "What does he think about you leaving?"

A shaky sigh made its way out of your lips. How will you tell the captain that his cook has been avoiding you like you were some kind of rotten fish these days?

"I..." You stammered, gathering the courage to lie to Luffy even if you thought it would be the gravest sin you could commit, "He...agrees. Yeah. No need to worry."

Luffy grinned, but it didn't look normal at all. You winced in embarrassment. He knew that you were lying and was totally unconvinced.

Luckily, he didn't voice it out. He only nodded and said, "Great! Oh, I have an idea! Why don't you sing for us before we part ways? Think of it as a farewell party for the crew."

Hearing the pure and genuine excitement dripping from his voice, you couldn't turn him down. It was a good idea too, and now that you thought about it, you haven't performed for them yet. "Sure." You agreed, shrugging.

He raised his fist up in the air and cheered. You smiled, watching as he shouted for his crewmates' names to come down and listen to you sing. You prepared yourself for an impromptu performance, making sure that your guitar was properly tuned and your voice was clear enough to give you the best version of your singing. Sitting on top of a barrel, you faced your audience of four, all their eager eyes watching your every move.

As you struck the first chord to your song, you tried hard not to think that Sanji wasn't there to watch you sing the song you secretly dedicate to him.

In the kitchen, Sanji busied himself by plating the food that he'll serve to his fellow crew mates for dinner. He grabbed a large plate and placed the chicken drumsticks that his captain favored, but Luffy wasn't the one in his mind when he cooked those. Looking at the food, he wondered if you would love them too.

He shook his thoughts off and took the plate with him outside. Approaching the crew, his steps slowed down when he heard a familiar singing voice and a melodic tune of a guitar.

Sanji almost dropped the plate.

It was you. Of course it was you, you were the only one he knew who had a voice like that. It was you, and you were singing with a lovely smile painted on your sweet lips, the very same lips that touched his a few days ago, resulting in him not getting a wink of sleep every night. The beam of the sunset right behind you colored your hair in the different shades of the sky as the dulcet-filled notes you made echoed throughout the vast sea. For a moment, he was worried that you were going to attract ferocious sea beasts with your angelic voice and steal you away from him.

He could hear his blood pound in his ears the longer he observed you from afar. You looked happy. Happier than you were when you stayed with him and Zeff. His chest tightened, knowing that you leaving and go on adventures on your own was probably the best decision you could make, even if that means leaving him too.

You were finishing up your song by the time you saw Sanji standing behind Usopp, silently listening. He met your gaze, and for the first time ever, you couldn't read his mind. His expression was blank as you stared at each other, and as you opened your mouth to say something, he cut you off.

"Dinner's ready." Sanji announced shortly, setting down the plate in front of Luffy and then walked away without saying another word.

That was your final straw. You immediately put down your guitar and followed him into the kitchen. You didn't care about how you felt Nami's watchful eyes on you as you went after him, nor how Luffy was scarfing down the dinner and was definitely going to finish it all before you could take a bite; you just chased the blond with determination oozing out of you.

You roughly pushed the door open and found Sanji washing the pans he used for cooking. He glanced at you briefly then quickly looked away after. This irritated you even more as you demanded, "Is there something bothering you?"

"You should eat before the food gets cold." He said with an empty voice.

"Sanji!"

He stiffened. You rarely raised your voice at anyone. Sighing in defeat, he dried off his hands and fully faced you.

Your eyes were sharper than his knives, cutting straight into his soul. "I've known you for a long time now, do you think I don't notice whenever you have a problem?" You glowered, taking a step closer to him, "You have a problem. What is it?"

It happened fast. His hand landed on the small of your back and pulled you to his chest, and the other was placed on top of your cheek, and in a single motion, Sanji captured your lips with his. You gasped in the kiss, your heart dropping to the soles of your feet when he tilted his face to deepen it. Your fingers tightly grasped the sleeves of his shirt for support as he passionately moved his lips against yours. A pleasant heat ran down your spine, your whole body tingling and warming up. You were simply drowning. There was no other way to describe it, and it was only caused by his fervent kisses.

Sanji pulled away, resting your forehead on top of yours, and you took it as an opportunity to breathe in air that you lost. "You are the problem." He murmured lowly, eyes darting down to your swollen lips. Confused and lightheaded, you didn't get the chance to retort.

"Ever since that night, ange, you occupy my thoughts. You gave me a taste of your lips and you didn't even remember the next day. Do you know how that feels, hm?" He said, pecking your lips once again. You made a noise in the back of your throat, turning your head sideways so he couldn't kiss you anymore, but he took your chin and hungrily connected both of your lips.

He spoke between kisses, "You torture me. Ever since I read those songs you wrote about me in that little notebook of yours, you torture me with your presence."

That was when you snapped out of your daze. With all the force you could muster, you placed your hands on his chest and pushed him away. Sanji stepped back, surprised at your reaction.

Without giving him a chance to ask you anything, you ran off and left the kitchen, slamming the door loudly so you wouldn't hear him calling your name and be tempted to go back in his arms again.

You arrived in the sleeping quarters, locking the door behind you. You were sure that the others would understand you needing your alone time. Once you made sure you were on your own, your body collapsed altogether, your back sliding down against the door as you panted heavily.

He knows, was all you could think about. He knows about the songs. He knows about your feelings.

Well, you finally got your answer to your previous question, but a more complicated one replaced it. With trembling hands, your fingers raised themselves to your lips, touching its surface. You hated the way that you still felt his warmth on top of them.

A lone tear slid down the side of your nose. He was cruel. Sanji was cruel.

You didn't come out of that room for days, refusing to talk to anyone as you gathered your scrambled throughts and pulled yourself back together, and that was the fourth time you failed to leave Sanji Vinsmoke.

⸻ • ⸻

A stack of books, most of them being a collection of maps compiled in one, rested beside you while you flipped through the pages of the one you chose among them.

Nami has been lending you her books ever since you shut yourself out from the crew. You ignored all of them and only let Nami in, hoping that she'll be able to understand you; and she did. She was a good listener. Although you weren't particularly close with each other, you trusted her and told her everything: your dreams, your problems, your feelings, and Sanji. In return, she confided in you too.

"Here. So you can finally decide on where you will go to," You recall her saying while she handed you her collection of world map books, "and to distract yourself, of course."

"You're too kind, Nami." You said in admiration. Maybe this is why Sanji was enamored with her. She was a beauty inside and out.

Nami shrugged, yet she was smiling. "Just helping a fellow woman out."

The books did take your mind off the stubborn blond haired man that was still resting inside your heart, even if it was only for a fleeting moment. You tried to search for islands that will be suitable for you to start your career, narrowing some of them down into choices, but your eyes wil always lead back to where the Baratie was stationed.

You leaned back against your chair, letting your head hit the wall with a soft thud as you released a sigh of frustration. Not only will you need to prepare yourself for a journey all alone, but you also have to talk to Sanji sooner or later, whether you like it or not. The kiss distracted you more than the books Nami gave you. You think of it in the morning and dream of it at night, and it only got worse every time you remembered that he kissed you like he loved you.

Relaxing in your seat, you closed the book and listened to the silence.

The Going Merry docked for a quick trip to a market to gather fresh ingredients for food. Sanji will be gone for the meantime and you were free to roam around the ship without his heated stare boring holes in your skin.

But the peace was ruined by rushed footsteps and Usopp breaking into the room, almost destroying the door with his brute force. You frowned, standing up on alert when you saw how nervous he looked.

"Sanji's injured!" He exclaimed, which got your brow raising, knowing that he had a long history of lying to people. However, he forcibly pulled Sanji inside, and you were greeted by the sight of a bruised man, whose lips were bleeding and cheeks were starting to yellow.

You immediately sprang into action. You took the first aid kit you packed in your bag and grabbed his arm, making him sit down on your chair.

"How did you get into a fight in just a span of ten minutes?" You asked in irritation, wetting a cloth with saltwater to wipe off the blood on his lips.

Sanji grunted, tensing up when you took a hold of his face and dabbed on his lip using the cloth. "Some petty vendor was selling overpriced onions, and they weren't even the best of quality."

You stopped for a minute, glaring at him. "So you decided to punch them instead of talking it over?"

He only huffed in reply. Pursing your lips in annoyance, you continued to treat his wounds in silence, noticing him flinching and wincing in pain whenever you compress the bruised area with ice. "Who's being petty now?" You scolded impatiently, "Stay still."

The only sound that filled the room was you hastily rummaging your kit trying to find an ointment and an awkward silence that made you want to jump into the sea and never swim back to the surface. You unscrewed the lid of the jar of ointment and scooped some with your finger, looking at Sanji as you did so. He looked back at you quietly, and you tried hard not to think about the fact that you have to touch his lips in order for you to apply it.

It seemed like he realized that too, glancing down at the dollop of ointment on top of your finger, then back to you. You just gave him a small, uneasy smile, showing him that you weren't uncomfortable even though you were, and shyly took a step forward.

As gently as you could, you spread the ointment on the wounded area on his lips, reminding yourself to not be distracted on how soft they looked.

"A busted lip because of overpriced ingredients...it almost feels like you're doing this on purpose so I wouldn't get the chance to leave you." You half-heartedly joked to lighten up the atmosphere. However, you were greeted by nothing, not even a smart comeback or a funny joke from the blond. You hesitantly observed his reaction, and saw that he was grim and serious, guilt swimming in his beryl blue eyes.

The realization began to sink in.

Oh.

You should've known from the start. Sanji was a great fighter; he wouldn't be injured in the first place. "Sanji..."

Sanji took your wrist and held on it tightly. Your breath hitched, only then realizing how much you missed his touch, his warm, gentle, and loving touch.

"Let me go." You weakly said, even though deep down, you didn't want him to.

"Tell me you're not in love with me." He said, sounding utterly desperate that it almost made you fall down to your knees, "Tell me, and I'll let you go."

When you didn't answer, he stood up and cupped your cheeks with both of his hands. He pleaded, "Look at me. Look into my eyes and tell me you don't love me."

"Please don't do this." You whispered in pain as you tearfully shook your head.

"Stay. Please, stay." Sanji begged, pressing his forehead against yours, "What can I do to make you stay? Tell me. I'll do anything. Do I need to kneel? To beg for your forgiveness? Tell me what you want. I'll do anything in my power to make you the happiest woman in all of East Blue. Just please, don't leave."

"I can't." You answered, closing your eyes, a few tears streaming down your cheeks. You hate the way he was making this so hard for you.

He only continued, "Hate me, curse me, shout at me, if you must. Anything but you leaving me. Or do you want to make me yours? Then I am letting you. Whatever you want, mon ange—my heart, my soul, my attention, they're all yours. I'm all yours."

"No..."

"The crew will be incomplete without you." Sanji insisted in anguish.

"I have dreams, Sanji. Just like you and the rest of the crew." You explained softly, placing your own hands on top of his in attempt to comfort him and relieve him from his confusion.

However, he was persistent, "You can achieve your dreams without leaving. You can stay, and I will support you in everything you do. You're better off staying with me—with us."

You said firmly, "I will not spend the rest of my life doing what I don't want."

"Even with me by your side?"

A few second pass before you finally reply, "I'd be miserable."

Pain flashed on his face, making you want to take back your own words, yet you remained strong and unyielding. Sanji took a deep breath and stepped away from you, saying, "I'd rather have you miserable here than go out there and encounter ruthless pirates."

The statement quickly irritated you, frowning at him deeply. "You think I'll have problems with pirates when I've been serving them for years?"

"Oh, darling, you wouldn't be able to say that once you've encountered worse ones, with bounties higher than you could ever imagine." He snapped, voice raising with each word.

"I can manage on my own!" You bit back frustratingly, your tears evaporating into anger.

Sanji scowled at you, impatiently running his fingers through his hair. "You can't fight!" He shouted, voice breaking in the process, and with it, your heart too. It shattered like glass and the shards landed and pierced through your lungs, rendering you breathless. Your eyes widened, mouth dropping open in shock.

Seeing your expression, he immediately snapped back to reality, regret writing itself on his face. You shook your head in disbelief and let out a humorless laugh, "Are you telling me that I'm weak?"

"I didn't say that." Sanji quickly said in a hushed manner.

"But you're implying it!" You choked, still can't believe that he doesn't trust you. He doesn't trust you enough to accomplish your dreams on your own, and that he was not confident that you'll succeed without him by your side.

You wanted to ask him about the passionate kiss you two shared, about his loving gestures that confused the hell out of you, about his fresh bruises that he received on purpose so that he can get you to stay, and why he did all of that. You needed confirmation. But the question that left you was, "What am I to you?"

Sanji stayed quiet, and your heart broke again once more. Deciding that this was the last time he breaks it, you walked away and left him alone to tend to his own injuries.

He lit up a cigarette as he listened to your fading footsteps. A single teardrop fell down from his eye the moment he placed the cigarette between his lips, and all he could think about was that you hurt more than the bruises on his cheeks.

You packed your bags and spoke with Nami, telling her that you were ready, and that was the fifth time you tried to leave Sanji Vinsmoke—and tomorrow, you'll finally succeed.

⸻ • ⸻

The sun had just risen, and the early morning breeze smelled of the ocean, the calming sound of waves filling your ears. It was one of those days when the sky was clear and the sunlight wasn't harsh but pleasantly warm on your skin, making it the perfect day to start working on a new song and strum on your guitar for the melody.

But today was different. You were standing on the first step of the ship's staircase that leads to a docking station and a wooden walkway towards an unfamiliar island that was soon to be your new home. Your fingers clenched on the strap of your bag, finding this moment to be surreal. You have tried many times to leave, and here it was, right on the palms of your hands.

"So. This is it, huh?" Your trance broke as Nami commented beside you. She was the only one to bid you farewell and watch you leave, since the others were still asleep. You thought of Sanji and how he looked like when he was sleeping, staring at his handsome features so you can memorize them and implant it in your mind. He was your first love; you didn't want to forget him.

You smiled. "Thank you, Nami." You said earnestly, "I would've liked to spend more time with you. It's tiring to speak to men sometimes, don't you think?"

She laughed. "Yeah." Then, she caged you in her arms and hugged you tightly, surprising you for a second before you laughed too and returned the hug. "Stay safe out there."

"I will."

"So you planned to leave? Without saying goodbye?" A new voice interrupted, breaking the hug you and Nami both shared. You swiveled to look behind you, and there stood Sanji, appearing to have just woken up, with the strands of his blond hair sticking up in different directions. You observed his dejected expression, the downward tilt of the corners of his lips, and the glistening of his tired eyes. You stared at his crumpled suit and his crooked necktie. Despite how messy he looked, he will always be perfect to you.

You walked forward and looked at him fondly, with your eyes full of so much love reserved for him and him only. "Thought it would hurt less." You said, raising your hands to touch his hair and brush it down, "And I was right. How can I leave now when you're standing in front of me?"

He sighed shakily as he felt your soft fingers threading through his hair. "Then don't." He whispered. You only smiled at him. He didn't smile back, but that didn't stop you from taking both of his hands and caressing his knuckles using your thumb.

"Every night, I'll look at the moon and think of you. I'll tell my stories, sing my songs, and whisper my secrets to it. Just like what you and me would do when we were little." You told him softly and endearingly, "Would you be so kind as to look at the moon too and think of me?"

Sanji's eyebrows were scrunched together in agony, muttering, "I can't make you stay, can I?"

When you didn't answer, he just nodded his head, understanding what you wanted to stay. He forced a smile and tightly squeezed your hands. "I'm sorry."

"I'm yours." You answered, placing a soft kiss on the back of his hands. After letting your lips linger on his skin for a while, you slowly let go, and with one last glance at his face, you stepped back and made your way downstairs to the docking area, leaving before you could change your mind.

Sanji watched you go. While you walked away from the Going Merry, from the crew, and from him, not once did you look back. He just watched as you went farther away and became smaller in the distance, until you blended in with the crowd and you were just another person in a sea of people. And then you were gone.

It was the sixth time you tried to leave Sanji Vinsmoke, and this time, you finally did.

⸻ • ⸻

The red velvet curtains began to draw in front of you, gently falling back down on the stage as you said your final good-byes to your audience for tonight, a bouquet of roses cradled in your arms while you blew delicate kisses towards them. You can still hear their loud cheering and clapping even as you retreated to your personal room backstage.

A middle-aged woman greeted you inside when you stepped in the room and closed the door behind you, whistling. "There she is, our talented rising star!"

You only laughed at the silly nickname, setting the bouquet of roses that one of the people gave you in tonight's show on top of your vanity table. "You exaggerate, Madam. I have only performed two shows in your beautiful theater."

The madam, who was the owner of the theater you were currently working in, shook her head in disagreement. "And those two shows are sold out!" She informed you proudly, placing her hands on your shoulders, "Let me know if you want to add more, you are welcome to perform here anytime."

"I'll think about it." You replied, smiling. The madam patted your shoulder twice before she left you alone, humming happily to herself. You huffed in amusement, fully aware that she doesn't appreciate your talents at all, but only cared for the money.

Regardless of that, you were happy. It has been a couple of years since you left the Strawhat Pirates and pursued your dreams all on your own, and you've been traveling to different islands across the seas to perform. You never had a permanent home; being a musician meant going to many places from time to time to share and spread out your music.

Yet you can't help but miss life on the sea.

You missed washing dishes on the Baratie and the late night conversations you had with Zeff. You missed Luffy and his weird antics, Usopp and his jokes, Zoro and his blunt comments, and Nami and her kindness.

You missed Sanji and everything that he was.

You stared at your reflection in the vanity mirror on your desk. Your hair was pinned neatly, you had make-up on and you were dressed fancily for your performance. Years ago, you wouldn't look like this. It was hard to believe how much you've grown and changed, but these days, you felt like you wanted your old self back. Slowly, you took the itchy pins off your hair, and cleaned your face with warm water and a cloth. You replaced your dress in a more comfortable one and went outside.

Looking up at the night sky, you saw a bright full moon with no stars in sight. It was just the moon and its beauty, illuminating the pitch black sky with its glow. You silently watched it, a smile growing on your lips as you felt a tug on your heart.

"I wonder what you're up to, Sanji." You thought aloud, cheeks heating up at the memory of your first love and his golden hair and his contagious smiles. Then, to your surprise, a voice spoke unexpectedly.

"Well, I am fortuitous to have met such a beautiful angel."

You froze. No one referred to you as angel except for one.

Sanji.

As you turned around, he was already walking towards you. And there you both were, bathing under the moonlight, with him grinning at you mischievously and you looking at him lovingly.  You didn't know how he found you, but what mattered was that he searched for you and now he was here, and he was still making your heart beat fast in your chest just like all those years ago.

How the pesky feelings stayed and wrapped themselves around your aching heart, you didn't know. But maybe it was because he was standing in front of you, and the way his next words made you run into his open arms and kiss him until you were both breathless,

"There you are, ange."

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lazy days with the strawhat pirates :)

the days on the sea aren't always full of action, and that's okay! in that moment, it's nice to take the time for yourself... and with your favorite strawhat!

chrs: Monster Trio, Nami, Robin, Usopp

cw: none, just fluff

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Monkey D. Luffy

and even if it may not be as much of a "lazy day" with the eccentric captain, it most certainly is still an enjoyable one. He who can't completely stay still finds fun in irritating others into hanging out or in his terms, "not being boring"- he says this all with a pout as he waddles around whining to his fellow shipmates

yet if it were truly a lazy day, and the rubber man succumbed to the rays of the afternoon sun, he finds his own enjoyment in stretching his arms all the way around you, gluing himself on and vowing to never let go (he doesn't let you go anywhere without him touching you)

develops a mischievous nature in the sight of the fridge, or what sanji swore to protect from the "hungry beast", but then eventually ends up stealing food after what feels like countless tries

you, always being by his side on these days means sharing food. even if he seems like the person not to, you are a clear exception to him. Whether it be a bite, a chunk, he will give to his favorite person in the world; right after, he drowns you in infinite kisses with that signature grin of his

Roronoa Zoro

the swordsman is always tight-up, never letting his guard down, never letting anyone step all over him and his manly pride. However, that all disappears on a quiet afternoon when you pick up the sound of a certain green-haired man snoring incredibly loud

despite his restful sleep, it won't stop him from grabbing you and holding you tight as if it were a simple habit of his. He snakes his strong arms around you, not letting go until he opens his eyes cluelessly to you in his arms

in mention of that manly pride of his, he trusts you to watch in the distance as he lifts those large dumbbells of his; he finds his confidence raised to the roof when you're there

the poor man, dense as always. the crew always takes the time on moments like this to tease him about the lack of romance he brings to the table. Furious, he simply gives a large frown after protesting that he's a great lover

Vinsmoke Sanji

and if every single day doesn't stop him from spoiling you with his passionate love, these calms day only fuel him more. It's a skill the chef possesses, finding himself to be quite the "professional" in his vernacular

the times he's not in the kitchen, he spends it with you. Looking out into the vast, blue, and majestic sea, he dreams of seeing it all with you- tracing patterns on the back of your hand and a kiss on the forehead, as he rests his head on the crevice of your neck

his romantic tactics comes into the light as he simply asks you to help him in the kitchen. It was just the two of you, sharing a moment together. He, of course, cannot help but flirt with his beautiful lover- in which it then becomes an ever so lovely kitchen date that lasts for hours

sometimes, when the strawhats could still be fast asleep, the blonde-haired man takes the chance to spread a blanket on the grassy floors and have a picnic (along with an occasional addition of the little reindeer, Chopper) with you. With smooth words like silk, it is almost as if he serenades you. It doesn't take long for you to utter a word of love to him, and his face is a flustering red

Nami

• although the ship itself may be at peace, she still finds herself preferring an intimate, private spot to be with you. In the presence of just the two of you and her endless charts and maps, she'll pepper you with kisses and physical attention. She likes to bug you about her wardrobe, and sometimes, if you're lucky, the tangerine-colored hair woman rambles about all the things she'd like to wear, and their prices; you never see the end of it

• she could be busy logging away things, charting maps, and so on. But sometimes of the ship were too quiet, nami wishes for you to stay by her side silently so she feels more at ease. Don't mention it though, or else she'll kick you out

• with the help of sanji, she'll feed you and herself some of those precious tangerines and numerous drinks he sends down for the two of you to enjoy. Silently, she enjoys seeing the pleasant face you make when you take a bit of the tangerine or a sip of the drink, as she wraps you into a tender embrace that only happens once in a blue moon

• if the morning dawns or the sun falls, she'll gladly encourage you to do a skin routine with her, just so you two can talk endlessly about the infinite random topics that string to no where. As long as you're there, she always feels at home

Nico Robin

• before you know it, she'll have you swayed into the thin sheets of spread out blankets with a book open, the only thing lit in the room being a simple few candles, and maybe a few rose petals. Slowly, she grazes her one of two hands against your hair, the other holding you close to her as you may also have a book- or perhaps not

• she simply wishes to listen to you speak, her undivided attention on you and your kissable face. You may not know what she's thinking, but as the waves collapse onto the Sunny, and the sun shines on the two of you, it's not hard to know that she's ready to press her lips gently onto yours at anytime

• she'll do anything you wish, just as long as she's there to watch- her quiet nature didn't mean she hated it, but she just loved when you do it. Everything about you drove her in a unique way of crazy, and the long-haired woman never wished to let go of it

Usopp

• believe it or not, the sniper was more of an active man. He'll be constructing a new device of his, or playing card games- something to keep him busy. Yet while he's busy he rambles to you, word by word as he makes up all these stories. One of them, being about a certain person in his life that was like an angel sent to him from Skypiea

• he likes to show you, and his little crowd (consisting of luffy and chopper) obvious magic tricks easy enough to amuse the lot of you in an instant, a hearty laugh coming from the curly haired man. His unwavering pride only bigger with you there

• he can be a crazy amount of shy in ratio to his cockiness when it comes to showing you some physical love. But in purpose of showing his love to you, when the sun is low and just the two of you stand on the deck, he'll gladly wrap his arms around you, kissing you in this slightly clumsy, but affectionate way in that unique way of his

(( _ _ ))..zzzZZ

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[sanjisblackasswife]

Sanji & Zoro Watches Their Captain & You (NSFW)

A/N: Bro can someone please explain why everytime i upload paragraphs be repeated or deleted? And then when i edit it it deletes MORE AFTER I SAVE??😭

Black Fem Reader

WC: 1k

CW: Smut

It was unbelievable.

“Look at her.”

“Damn.”

Who would have thought, a guy like Luffy would know what to do with a girl like you.

Who would have thought, a guy like Luffy could get a girl like you to know how to really bring out another side of yourself in bed.

“She really is a slut huh.”

“Ssshit.” Luffy moaned into your slit, so addicted to your taste and already pussy drunk he didn’t even notice you cumming already.

“‘S not fair! …she fucking came twice on his tongue—i can do be—

“As if you’d be able to eat her pussy without bleeding—“

“Shut the fuck—“

“Ah! Lu!~ no!..no more pleasee.!”

Luffy lifted your pelvis off the bed, the two men outside eyes widened in shock , zoro’s folded arms fell to his sides and Sanji’s cigarette to the floor they couldn’t fathom seeing the view before them of what their captain was capable of.

Luffy was ruining you.

They both wanted to be upset. Their crush being with their captain, hugging you, laughing with you, kissing you,

Being a slut just for Captain Luffy and not for them.

“Fuck…” Sanji huffed out palming his cock with no shame, Zoro seen and scowled at him in disgust scoffing.

“Enjoying the show? Piece of shit—“

“Fuck you that should be me in there—“

“Yeah well it’s not it’s not like you’d even fucking last with a girl like he—-“

“O-oh! Lufffyy~!” Your voice smooth as butter as you mewled his name, your anklets wrapped around each other as you wanted to keep your man on you for a moment longer to ride out other orgasm.

Their lament and arguing paused hearing the rumbling and small bangs of his bed. They press their faces closer to get a good look of you. Arms and legs locked around your boyfriend’s tan body. In this moment it felt like you couldn’t be any closer to Luffy right now. His tongue pressed and swirling in your mouth, you felt his saliva and your cum mix together. You both never held back when it came to kissing.

Luffy had one hand under your thigh just barely raising your pelvis up off the bed as he dragged his cock in and out of your pussy that seemed to clench harder than it did the first time each moment he thrusted out of you.

You swore his cock was bigger than last time, stretching you out so painfully good. Luffy threw his other hand to grab and squeeze your breast almost toying with them a little as he tugged on your nipples.

Just that quick though he pulls up leaving you whimpering from stealing the close orgasm you were already approaching.

His body hovered over yours like he was an eclipse, the back light from the lamp he made you keep on was behind him but it didn’t stop you from seeing each muscle he had, sweat droplets fall off his chest as it rises up and down slightly winded from all the work he put in you. It intimidated you for a moment. His eyes not completely visible nor is his smile. You see his lidded eyes, his hair now reverting to it’s slight curls you loved to see when he sweated so much.

“Ride me.” Was all Luffy said with his rasped voice before holding your hips as he flipped you in top of him. You slid yourself down on him sharing a gasp as he held you close while leaning on the shaky head board.

He had something to prove for his audience.

You couldn’t get enough and Sanji and Zoro seen it. It was so attractive to see you like this—fuck if they knew such a sweet girl like you could ride dick like a pornstar.

“You think she’d let us join?” Zoro casually asked with a faint smirk still watching you from behind. Your ass slapping against his hips while you bend over to lay your captain down and kiss him so he can fully enjoy the show of your reaching your high with him.

“Don’t hold your breath your fuckface she would never—“

“Fuck! Fuck! Yes!”

Zoro stared at your jiggly body, the way you knew how to stop and grind your soft plushy brown body on Luffy’s cock like a pro was mesmerizing to him it’s as if your body was on autopilot from the way you moved your body to get the right sounds out of Luffy. Zoro would never admit how much you’ve turned him on.

Sanji however was losing his mind. He needed you. He needed to switch places with Luffy right now. Your moans, you head thrown back, the way you call out Luffy’s name—dammit that should be him not that 19 year old bafoon! He always found you attractive and for you to give sanji a free show was such a fucking tease for him, the bulge in his pants grew embarrassingly hard.

How could they have not known you were so loud and whiney when you were getting fucked? They would have started watching you both sooner.

“So is this what Luffy learned in Dressrosa?”

“Absolutely he did. Little pervert.”

“Why the hell did you let him see all that?”

“I didn’t, i found him there dumbass—“

“Fuck! I’m—y/n!”

Every fiber in Zoro’s being wanted to just open the door, and Sanji noticed his hand gripping the doorknob actually hoping he’d do it.

Luffy on the other hand wouldn’t have cared if they walked in, he wouldn’t have cared if they been watching, he wouldn’t have care if they offered to take turns. But maybe not just yet, because seeing the look of their faces as you go to clean up the mess you made on his cock with your mouth is priceless.

But.

“Y/n…” Luffy groaned holding himself up with his elbows, giving you a weak smile as you slowly bob your head on his dick, mouth messy and wet. “Do you care if next time…sanii or zoro was in here with us?”

He doesn’t mind sharing with his right and left hand men.

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[pls-hold-me-im-justa-weeb]

Torn Apart- Final Chapter

So this is the final chapter of my little series. It's a little ambiguous, but focuses on the reader's freedom to do as they like, which is pretty much the main thing Luffy cares about. Remember, you can commission alternative endings.

Warnings: Conflicted emotions, talk of leaving family, lots of crying, missing people, conflict with Zoro.

WC: 9.6k

The next morning you woke to a gentle knock on your door. It was Sanji bringing you breakfast, as he’s done every day for the last week. 

“Mon Ange, I’m here with your breakfast!” 

You sat up with a yawn, blearily opening your eyes. You blinked at him as he set up your breakfast at the small table. 

“Mornin, Sanji” you murmured. Law’s proposition swirled back into your half-asleep thoughts and you sighed deeply. You could tell Sanji was looking at you curiously but with also a little bit of worry. 

“Did you sleep well?” he asked, pouring some coffee and juice. Law finally allowed you to have your caffeine fix when he was certain it wouldn’t cause harm to you, which was 4 days after the surgery. You shook your head honestly. 

“No, not really.” 

Sanji’s curled eyebrows drew together slightly, creasing the smooth skin. 

“Bad dreams?” 

“No, just restless” you said. It was a half-truth. You were actually restless and part of the issue was that you just felt like you’ve rested too long, but the other part was because of Law’s proposition. He brought you the steaming cup of coffee and helped you sit up with a hand between your shoulder blades. You couldn’t help but notice how warm he was, and how you didn’t feel any callouses scraping over your shirt. He was so different compared to Law and Zoro. You knew you shouldn’t compare people, but you just couldn’t help it. 

“Thanks” you murmured as you settled upright.

“It’s only natural,” he said with a smile. He handed you the coffee and fluffed the pillows supporting your back. He seemed to notice that you were distracted, but didn’t push the topic so soon after you waking up. You leaned back into the cushions and took a deep breath, smelling the rich scent of coffee, prepared just the way you liked. You stared into space as you took a few sips, letting your body wake up. Your attachment sites were stinging, but less than before when you were learning to eat. You had enough control now to use both hands to tip the large, half-filled mug to your lips. You still occasionally clacked it harshly against your lips and teeth, but it was better than not having arms. 

“Law says that I can have Chopper help give me a bath today” you said quietly. Sanji looked at you from fussing over the place setting with an inquisitive look. 

“Yeah? You must feel relieved. I still think you are just as lovely as any other day,” he said flirtatiously. You smiled a little at him. 

“Always the flirt” you teased. He smiled back, hands clasped in front of his chest. 

“Especially for you, mon Ange,” he said with a dramatic bow. You giggled, and he looked up at you with awe. You stood, and he held a hand out to help you up. You placed your cold, metal one in his, and he kissed it lightly before taking his other arm and placing it in the middle of your back. He didn’t really need to help you up, but you savored how warm his hand was in yours. You could also feel how hot the coffee mug was, clasped in your free hand. You were starting to feel more heat-like sensations, but you knew you couldn’t get burned. It was really rather strange. 

Once you were standing, he pulled out your chair like a gentleman and then sat across from you. He kept you company while you ate, eating his own breakfast with you. It almost felt… domestic. You loved it. He began chatting about various topics, but he slowly brought up the idea of you coming back to the ship. You swallowed hard. 

“Sanji… I want to ask you something,” your tone was serious and he looked at you with surprise before becoming serious as well. 

“Anything, my dear.” 

You took a deep breath and let it out, looking down at your half-finished plate. 

“What if I were to live somewhere else for a while, just while I was healing? Do you think that Luffy would allow that? Do you think I’d have to learn how to live with Zoro again? I haven’t seen him at all… and I don’t know how to go back to the crew with him there,” you said in a hushed voice. Sanji froze after your first question. You kept your eyes on his hands, resting on the table. He finally raised them and folded them under his chin. 

“Would you want to live somewhere else while you were healing?” he asked. You shrugged, and winced at the action that pulled at your surgery scars. 

“Maybe. I love you guys and I’ll miss you so much if I do, but Luffy can be chaotic. I’m scared about getting into a situation that I can’t handle because I’m not healed enough yet. I’m not strong like you, Luffy, and Zoro. I don’t heal as fast as you guys,” you answered honestly. After you finished speaking, you finally looked into Saji’s visible eye. He had a soft expression on his face, but it was unreadable. He sighed and sat back in his chair. 

“Luffy will tell you to do what you need to do. He’ll tell you to do what you want, because you’re free. If you want to live somewhere else, then do it. I’m assuming this is about Law?” he asked. You flinched at how accurate he was. 

“He invited me to stay here while I heal, but also said I could join the crew,” you said quietly. Sanji only nodded. 

“You should do what you feel is right. You’re not tied down to any of us. We love you and will miss you should you choose to stay here. I think you should talk to the crew about it. If you’re ready, talk to Zoro, and see what’s going on. He’s an idiot marimo, but he’s still a crewmember. Take your bath on the Sunny, and spend some time there. That might make your decision easier.” 

You nodded at his advice. He smiled at you. 

“But in the meantime, get your energy up by eating the rest of your breakfast” he said kindly. You smiled at him as well. 

“Thank you, Sanji” you said. He smiled at you happily. 

“I’ll do anything to see you smile like that at me,” he said softly. It was different from his usual over-the-top flirting, and was sincere. Your breath hitched and you felt your face warm as you met his gaze shyly. You didn’t answer, feeling too flustered. You ate the rest of your breakfast, much more at ease now that you had a plan for your day. 

Law came to your room soon after you finished eating. Sanji was stacking plates and was back to his old self, pining after you the same as he does Robin and Nami. Law didn’t even react to the cook, simply choosing to interrupt the blond.

“Do you want to try walking there or do you want me to teleport us to the Sunny's deck from here? I’ll have to teleport us from our deck since I don’t want you climbing anything yet” Law asked. You thought briefly. 

“I haven’t really had a chance to see your ship. I want to walk and see it!,” you say excitedly. Law only replies with a grunt, ignoring Sanji’s immediate lecture on how that was no way to treat someone of your beauty. The door opens and he walks out, looking at you expectantly. You take a few steps, excited to finally get out of your room. The hallway is mainly plated with silvery metal, and bright lights shine down. Being a submarine, you expected it to be somewhat dark and wet, but this was a pleasant surprise. 

“It’s brighter than I thought” you noticed. Law side-eyed you. He acted completely different when he was in front of Sanji. 

“The lights are ones often used in winter islands, and they provide artificial sunlight basically. It provides vitamin D and it also simulates the time if it were to be a bright, spring day. No short days and long nights” he said with a tinge of pride. You blinked up at the lights, before looking immediately away, their shape singed into your retinas for a brief second. He lead you through the bright halls, and you greeted the crew you ran into with a smile and a wave. The hallways were narrow, but not horribly so. You went up some stairs, and the exertion was catching up with you. Sanji was behind you, and you knew he was staring at your ass but you also knew he had his hands hovering behind you to catch you in case you stumbled. At the top of the stairs, you paused, breathing heavily. Law’s clinical gaze swept over your body, and placed two fingers on your neck to feel your pulse. Your stomach swooped. His brows furrowed. 

“Take a little break and get your heartrate down. Are you hurting?” he asked as he pushed up the sleeves of your short-sleeve shirt to look at your surgery sites. They were stinging in time with your heart rate, and you nodded slightly. 

“Just a little. It throbs with a sting in time with my heart rate” you answer honestly. Law checked your other surgery site, and ended up brushing Sanji out of the way. He side-stepped with an indignant huff that brought an amused smile to your lips. 

“They’re fine, but rest them once you get to the Sunny, okay? Let Chopper-ya do most, if not all, the work.” 

You nodded, breathing easier now. It was another minute before Law allowed you to walk again, and you spent it wavering between frustration at your weakened body and daydreaming about the bath on the Sunny. You heard the two men speak a little, but tuned them out. Law finally started walking again, and Sanji brought you back to reality with a hand on your arm. You smiled a little to yourself at the realization you could feel his touch. You followed after Law, and it was a short walk to the deck of the submarine. You squinted a little against the sunlight, but it wasn’t much of a difference between the light in the halls and outdoors. 

“Ready?” Law asked. You nodded, nervous and excited to be back on your ship. 

“Find your own way up, Black Leg-ya” Law said quickly. Sanji rolled his eyes, but leapt onto the ship easily. Law took the opportunity to pull you closer to him by the waist, and held out his hand, summoning his power. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and your face felt a little hot.

“Room. Shambles.” 

You had closed your eyes, figuring that it would be less vertigo-inducing to not see the transportation. Your eyes opened as soon as you felt grass beneath your feet, and you looked up excitedly. Law let you go, and you ran up to your crew as they yelled your name. You hugged everyone, even if your attachment sites ached. Some tears were shed by Frankie, Usopp and Brook when you showed them how much you’ve improved. You didn’t know exactly how Brook could shed a tear, but you didn’t think too much about it. As the crew settled down, you finally could see that the entire crew was there. Zoro was sitting quietly to the side, looking at the waves. Your heart dropped, and your adrenaline spiked. The apple you had grabbed to hand to Luffy erupted in your strong fist, and he laughed in surprise at the trick before seeing your expression. Everyone soon grew quiet, unsure whether to intervene. You began to panic at the anxious attention, and Zoro looked up with the lack of chatter, but met your gaze instead. He froze at whatever expression you had. Your breathing came faster and faster, your heart pounding. Voices were muffled and you thought you saw a blue dome expanding over your vision before your vision blurred. You thought you were fainting, but your surroundings changed and snapped back into focus. You were in the changing area outside the Sunny’s bath area. You were sitting on a bench, and Law was crouched in front of you. 

“Hey… listen to my voice. Can you hear me?” his deep voice washed over you, and your gaze snapped to him. You were still tense, and you swore you could smell blood and smoke. Law continued to speak. 

“Good. Listen. I’m going to walk you through a breathing exercise. We need to get your heart rate and blood pressure down.” 

Sudden searing, white hot pain made you jolt with a scream, and your arms felt useless. You didn’t have arms. Cold hands grabbed your face, and you blinked away tears. When did you start crying? 

“You're safe. It hurts because of your heart rate, okay? You’re okay. You’re going to be okay. I know it hurts” he said softly. You looked into his eyes, and could finally breathe enough to start hyperventilating. 

“Good. I’m going to count, and you’re going to breathe, okay? Breathe in for me- 1…2…3… and breathe out- 1…2…3… Again. I know it hurts but it’ll get better. Follow me. Breathe in- 1…2…3… and out 1…2…3… Good. One more time” he walked you through the breathing efficiently, his voice calm and soft, yet with an air of authority you couldn’t disobey. His thumb traced your eyebrows, and though it was odd at first, it brought a feeling of calm and comfort. You finally could breathe normally, and you huffed out a wet laugh. 

“I’m such an idiot” you murmur. Law shakes his head with a sigh. 

“You’re not. Did you know he would be here?” he asked softly. You shook your head. 

“I should’ve. This is where he lives. I just haven’t seen him since the night he… you know.” 

Law traces your eyebrows one more time before smoothing your hair down, then trailed his fingers to your shoulders. He didn’t say anything. 

“What’s with the eyebrows thing?” you asked. He looked at you with a soft smile. 

“It’s something that soothed me as a kid, and it even works on my crew. I don’t know why it does though” he said with a slight blush. You smiled a little. You heard a little knock on the door. Your body tensed, thinking back to when Zoro used to knock on your doorframe like that

“It’s Chopper!” the small reindeer called. You slumped in relief, and Law went to open the door. Chopper bounded up to you, giving you a hug with his arms thrown around your neck. You nuzzled his fur a little out of habit. 

“I’m sorry! I didn’t think Zoro would scare you like that” he babbled. You pressed a small kiss to his cheek. 

“It’s okay. I should’ve known he’d be here” you murmured. Chopper pulled back, eyes watery. 

“Do you want your bath now?” he asked. You nodded, feeling grimy and exhausted. 

“Yes, please” you whispered. Law took this as his cue to leave, clicking the door shut behind him. You looked back at Chopper, taking in his adorable look of concentration as he ran gentle hooves over your surgery sites. You flinched a little at the sensitivity, and he pulled back immediately, looking at you with wide, concerned eyes. 

“Sorry! Did that hurt?” 

You shook your head, a small smile on your face. 

“No, it’s just really sensitive,” you answered honestly. Chopper breathed a sigh of relief, and you smelled candy on his breath. You grinned at him. 

“Have you been eating too much candy again?” you asked teasingly. The poor little reindeer looked at you in shock before sheepishly smiling at you. 

“It’s just my daily limit. I’m a doctor after all” he answered with a giggle. You laughed with him. 

“Let’s get me ready for the bath. Do you mind going to fill the tub while I try to get undressed?” 

Chopper nodded, jumping off the bench and ran into the bath area to start filling the large tub with hot water. You sighed, and looked down at your shirt. Law had given you special shirts so you wouldn’t have to pull them over your head. There was a zipper down the front, much like the boiler suits that his crew wore. Earlier, you had changed from your pajama version of the shirts into a normal one while Sanji had cleaned up from breakfast in your ensuite bathroom. You were also clothed in loose fitting pants with an elastic waist. It was easy to pull down the pants off your hips, letting them pool to the ground, and you unzipped your shirt. Your underwear was the trickiest part, and often you had to have Nami or Robin help you change into new ones. You pulled your current ones down and stepped out of the pile of clothes. Your attachment sites were throbbing from all the movement of your arms after your panic attack, and there was no way you’d be able to unhook your bra. You heaved a sigh of frustration. 

“Need any help?” Chopper peeked out from the bathing area. You looked at him, a defeated look on your face. 

“Just my bra” you answered. He nodded and morphed into his human-like form so he had thumbs, and walked behind you. He struggled for a second, but then managed to unhook it with a sound of triumph. You giggled at his sound of triumph and stood, leading the way into the bathing area. You took in the familiar surroundings. A large, tiled bath sat near the window, more the size of a hot tub than a bath. There was a low shower head and a small stool to one side, so you could wash before soaking. You stood before the small stool, looking down at it cautiously, and you looked up at Chopper’s tall form. 

“I don’t think I can sit down that far without falling,” you said. Chopper hummed in thought, and then put his hands on your waist, as if to lift you. 

“Just let me lower you down then” he said. You looked back at him, and he nodded once with an air of confidence. You slowly began to sit, and your legs suddenly gave out, but Chopper’s hands kept you from falling. He sat you down on the stool. 

“There. Easy!” 

You looked cautiously at the showerhead. 

“And you're absolutely sure I can get these arms wet?” You asked, looking down at your intricate metal arms. 

“Absolutely. I had Franky test it more than he said he needed to, so I’m absolutely sure you can get them wet. You can go for a swim with them with no issue too!” Chopper assured you. You looked up at him, and watched as he sat on a spare stool behind you. He reached over to remove the showerhead from its place on the wall and turned on the water. 

“How hot do you usually like your showers?” He sprayed the water on your foot, and you hummed at the warm water. 

“A little warmer” you answered. Chopper adjusted the hot water and you let out a pleasured sigh as it reached the perfect temperature. He brought the shower head towards him and let the hot water run over your back, and you moaned at how good it felt. Chopper giggled. 

“I bet you feel really dirty after not having a shower for so long.” 

“I do. This feels amazing.” 

You let Chopper wash your back, front, and legs before you took care of your intimate areas yourself while he turned around for your privacy. Once you finished, you let him wash your hair. His hands were big in this form, but he was still gentle with them as he scrubbed your scalp and gently untangled your hair. You sighed in pleasure at the relaxing feeling of him washing your hair, and at the warm water cascading down your back again as he rinsed the shampoo and conditioner out. He turned off the water and helped lift you up so you were standing. He chatted mindlessly about what had been happening on the ship while you were recovering, and it tugged painfully at your heart. He helped keep you balanced as you stepped in the tub, but noticed your expression. 

“What’s wrong? Are you in pain?” he asked, his eyes scanning your arms. You shook your head with a wobbly smile, and sat in the water. Chopper returned to his usual small form and looked up at you. He looked so different without his hat, sitting on the side of the tub. 

“I miss you guys, but it’s so hard to come back. I don’t know if I can stay,” you whispered. Chopper’s eyes immediately filled with tears. 

“If you miss us, then come back. We love you! You’re part of our family!” 

You shook your head, chest clenching in guilt at his plea.

“It’s complicated, Chopper.” 

He looked at you, tears dripping down his face. 

“Why? It doesn’t have to be!” his voice rose a little with his emotions. Your throat burned as you swallowed down your own tears. 

“I love you guys so much, but I need to heal. I need to heal from Zoro and the accident. I can’t look at him without remembering what happened. I can’t be in a situation that I can’t handle because of Luffy’s recklessness. I don’t want to- can’t be- a burden. I’m still your family, Chopper. I’ll still see you. I just need to talk to the rest of the crew about it. I need to heal, and… maybe leave the Strawhats so I can start a new chapter of my life,” you spoke with a wavering voice, tears springing to your eyes as you tried to explain. Chopper looked distraught. 

“But… you can heal here! I can take good care of you, and Franky will be here too so he can fix your arms, and with Luffy, Nami, Sanji, Robin, Usopp, and Brook, we’ll take care of you! Please stay? Maybe you can be friends with Zoro again!” he started sobbing as he spoke, and your wall holding back tears crumbled. Hot streaks rolled down your face, and you put your hands on Chopper’s cheeks. 

“I know. I know you’d take care of me, that you all would. I want to come back, but I just can’t bring myself to do it when Zoro was so… you know. And honestly I have something going on with Sanji, which is a terrible idea. I want to see Luffy grow and become the King of the Pirates, but I don’t feel like I can belong to this crew the same way anymore. I love you guys. So much…” you trailed off as your sob took your breath away. You continued after a few seconds, “I need this for myself, because it’s my life. I don’t want to become strangers, but I can’t come back here. I can’t bring myself to, not when the Heart Pirates have accepted me and made me feel like one of them so quickly-” you broke off with another sob, and dragged Chopper’s shaking form to your own shuddering chest. 

“Please forgive me, but I can’t come back. Not yet. I’ll still see you guys, and call and write though!” you promised, throat burning as you murmured into Chopper’s ear. He pulled back to look up at you with big, watery eyes and sniffed. 

“I think… I understand, but I’m still sad. I don’t want you to leave, because I’ll miss you. I know for you to be happier in the long run, you need to leave, but…” he hiccupped and sobbed before continuing, “I just love you lots!” His little face nestled into your neck, and his breath tickled over your neck as he cried.

“I’ll call often, and write and send pictures, okay? The Heart Pirates is a better place for me during this time in my life, and Law is a kind person” you rambled a little. Little hooves wrapped around your neck and you felt his tears drip onto your shoulder. You held him against your chest, feeling his back shudder as he cried quietly. You held him until you both stopped crying, lingering sniffles echoing through the bath, and wet cheeks pressed against each other. 

A soft knock at the door to the bath startled you both, but you heard Nami’s voice calling to you. 

“Can I come in?” She sounded like she was crying, and your heart clenched in guilt. 

“Y-yeah” 

The door opened, and she stood with tears in her eyes, looking at you pleadingly. 

“I heard everything,” she admitted. You let your body sink in defeat, and you looked down at the water guiltily. 

“I’m sorry” you whispered. Swirling emotions choked your throat. Nami shook her head with a wobbly smile on her face. 

“I get it. We’ll miss you, and you’ll always be a part of this crew, but… we’ll be heartbroken to see you go, even if it’s what you need to do for now” she answered in a wavering voice. She grabbed your towel and held it out. 

“Here. You guys have been here for a while. Sanji made lunch” she said. You stood, and looked at Chopper. He looked back at you with sad eyes before realizing your silent ask for help. He transformed into his human-like form, and held your waist to keep you balanced as you stepped out of the tub. You walked towards Nami, who wrapped the towel around you. Once you were covered, she hugged you tightly. 

“You need to tell the rest of the crew, and talk to Zoro. I think he’s finally come to his senses,” she whispered. You nodded against her shoulder. With two helpers, getting dressed was much easier, and you exited the changing area quickly. Law was leaning against the wall casually, looking up from a textbook he had borrowed from the library. 

“Did the water hurt your surgery sites at all?” he asked casually. You shook your head, and he grunted in approval. 

“Good. It shouldn’t have but I wanted to make sure,” he answered. You smiled a little at his rough exterior that hid his soft, caring side. He held his hand out to activate his powers, a blue glowing dome enveloping all of you. 

“Ready to go down?” he asked. You took a deep breath, eyes closed to calm yourself. You almost nodded before your eyes flashed open in worry. 

“Is he down there?” you asked. Nami and Law traded a look, but they both nodded. 

“He is, but you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, okay?” Nami said, rubbing her hand up and down your back soothingly. You nodded once, and took another deep breath to calm yourself.

“Okay.” 

Law looked at you for one final confirmation, and with your nod, shifted his hand to teleport all of you down to the deck. You blinked and squinted in the bright sunlight, almost flinching at Luffy and Usopp’s screeching as they argued playfully with each other about something. Luffy’s voice called out your name, and you felt the vibrations on the deck of someone running towards you. You finally regained your vision right as he skidded to a stop in front of you, wrapping his arms with extreme care around your middle. His tongue was poking out slightly with concentration at controlling his monstrous strength on your recovering body. You could only laugh at him, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding him tightly to you. He let out a squawk when your arms accidentally tightened too much around him, and you loosened your grip a little. 

“Hey Luffy,” you said, smiling. He grinned at you, and it filled you with warmth that made your heart clench painfully. Your smile wobbled. He looked at you as his smile faded a little. 

“Oi, why are ya crying?” he asked with a giggle. You glanced at Nami, who bit her lip to try to stop her own tears. The rest of the crew, except the swordsman, had gathered around you, and you looked at the rest of them, meeting their eyes before looking back at Luffy. 

“I… I think I might go… temporarily at least.” 

You could feel the way everybody’s heart dropped at your declaration, even though Sanji, Chopper, and Nami all knew before. Luffy withdrew his arms from around you and stepped back to look at you properly. 

“Go where?” he asked gently. You clenched your new hands into fists, and bit your bottom lip. You could feel tears forming, but didn’t want to let them fall. 

“With Tra-o” you said simply. Luffy glanced at Law, who was standing away from the conversation, looking at the sea. 

“Tra-o!” Luffy called. Law looked back, for once not looking pissed off at your captain, and walked towards the group. You looked back at your crewmates, all fighting back tears. Robin’s beautiful blue eyes were wet, but her small smile said that she understood. Sanji was lighting a cigarette, a tear sliding down his cheek. Usopp and Franky both looked shocked and devastated, and it hurt to meet their eyes. You could hardly tell what Brook was thinking, but from his body language, he seemed devastated as well. You heard Law stop beside you. 

“Mugiwara-ya” he answered. Luffy stared at him, a strange aura of menacing, protectiveness, and resignation emanating from him. 

“Did you offer?” 

Law nodded. 

“I offered for them to join my crew to heal fully, and left it up to them whether they wanted to join permanently or go back to you.” 

Luffy nodded once, arms crossed over his chest. He stood still a moment, before sighing, and looking at you with a grin. 

“You’re free to do what you want. You always are. You’ll always be part of our crew, and will be welcome back anytime, for any reason. You’re family, but you’re free.” 

He stepped forward and put one hand on the back of your neck, and lightly bonked his forehead to yours. You suddenly remembered him doing the same action before, with the whisper “This is how we promise now, okay? You and me. No hands or arms necessary.” Your chin wobbled at the action, and you nodded. 

“I love you guys in a way I can’t put into words. I can’t tell the future, so maybe someday I’ll be back-” you choked off the end of your sentence with a sob, and let your arms hold Luffy close to you. The rest of the crew surged forward in a hug, everyone careful about your arms. Tears and snot dripped, and wails from almost everyone echoed on the ship. It took you a few seconds, but you realized that the wriggling form next to you was Law, who had gotten caught up in the hug unexpectedly. You laughed wetly at his scowl and his demands to be let go. 

“I’ll call and write and send pictures, okay? I just need to do this for myself. I love you all though-” A sob broke off your sentence again, and a fresh round of tears appeared on everybody’s faces. It lasted like that for a few more minutes, and Law had finally given up on having tears and snot wiped on his clothes from your crew. 

A deep, uncomfortable cough broke you out of your haze, and the crew parted to reveal a defeated-looking Zoro. He sat on the grass, slouched over and looked at the group guiltily. You swallowed hard, looking at him. Franky grabbed your hand in assurance, and you glanced up at him gratefully. 

“I’m… I’m sorry” he said. His steely gaze seemed cracked from guilt and despair, and he met your eyes steadily. Your grip tightened around Franky’s hand, and you were glad it was his, because your grip may have broken bones. You swallowed hard. 

“For what?” You asked quietly. He looked surprised, and glanced at the rest of the crew. They filtered off to the other side of the deck, giving you all space, but still watching closely. Law took the moment to escape and shed his now-dirty coat, but watched your interaction with Zoro intensely. Franky stayed by your side, holding your hand. Zoro took a few steps forward, and it took all you had not to back away. 

“For everything. For not listening to you when you said we should run, for being weak enough to be unconscious when you needed me, for…” he trailed off, shutting his eyes and running a hand through his hair, as if the next words were poison on his tongue, but he looked back into your eyes and continued with an unwavering voice, “for abusing you when you needed me the most. For leaving you alone when you were going through the hardest time in your life. I’m so sorry. I’m glad that Luffy, the Cook, and Franky stopped me. I keep wanting to give you excuses, like I was also hurting, that I felt weak and angry at myself and I took that out on you, but honestly, I don’t have an excuse. I was upset, traumatized, but I should’ve worked through that with you, together. I’m a better man because of you, and I tossed you aside,” he stopped talking, finally looking down at the ground. You watched him closely. Emotions swirled in your heart and mind. You were angry that he was apologizing, and that he did what he did in the first place. You felt guilty that you didn’t see he was suffering, even though you had every right to not feel guilty. You felt relieved that he hadn’t changed for the worse forever, and also sad that he was even capable of the actions. You shook your head and sighed. You were shaking, and you gripped Franky’s hand a little harder. He looked down at you, making sure you were alright. You didn’t look back at him, instead focused on replying to Zoro. 

“I can’t lie and say that I’m not leaving because of you. Mostly, I am. I don’t think I can be around you without sacrificing my happiness, which is the last thing anybody here wants. I don’t-” Your answer was cut off by Zoro’s interruption. 

“Shhh. You don’t have to forgive me, but if you do, let me know. Please.” 

Your anger flared white-hot at the shushing and interruption. You let go of Franky’s hand, and took a step forward, fists balled so tightly your surgery sites throbbed.

“You don’t get to shush me. You don’t get to interrupt me, and you don’t ever get to tell me what to do, especially when it comes to me forgiving you!  You still have a long way to go, Roronoa Zoro. I am free to do whatever I want. I’m leaving this crew to go to the Heart Pirates, and I will miss everyone except you. I’m not something to be won, and I’m not a goal to reach. Now, please, if you wouldn’t mind, can I have just one lunch with the rest of the crew?” angry tears spilled down your cheeks, making you more pissed off. You saw hurt in Zoro’s eyes, a depth of aching and hurt that reflected your own that one fateful night. He looked down at the ground, crossing his arms over his chest. You were breathing heavily, and guilt clanged with sharpened edges around your heart, even though you knew you had every right to say those words. You looked down at the ground as well, using your shoulders to wipe away your tears. From the edges of your vision, you saw his boots turn as he walked away. You turned back to Franky, looking up at him, eyes full of regret and questioning. 

“Franky…” you whispered. He only held his arms out and you ran into his body, desperate to feel safe again. He held you to his chest tightly. Your body was shaking, and your breathing was erratic, but with his comforting presence, your breathing exercises began to come to you naturally. It took a few minutes, but your breathing calmed and your shaking sputtered to nothing. 

“There ya go, sis. Good job. You did so well talking to him. You did everything right. I promise,” he soothed you gently, quietly. You were glad for his rumbling voice that pushed aside your fears and hesitation. You finally pulled back enough to look up at him. 

“...was I too hard on him?” 

Franky looked at you softly, and smoothed your hair. 

“Unfortunately, that’s not for me to decide. If it were though, I’d say that you weren’t. He’ll be upset for a while, yes, but that’s because of his own mistake. He’ll grow from it slowly,” he said gently. You let out a deep sigh. 

“Why did I have to be the lesson?” you mumble softly. Franky sighed as well. 

“People say that bad things happen for a reason, that it’s for you to get stronger or learn something. Me though… I think bad things just happen. I think they happen and it’s up to you to decide what to do. You can fall into the bad, or you can rise above it. You’ve risen above it,” he said. You finally pulled back, holding both of his hands in yours. You give him a wobbly smile. 

“Only because of you guys though.” 

Franky shakes his head. 

“Well, we helped ya, sis, but you’re the one who fought. We just gave you support.” 

You can’t help but laugh a little at his words. 

“...thank you” you whisper. He smiles broadly at you, then looks over to the picnic blanket set up on the lawn. 

“C’mon. Let’s getcha fed, okay?” 

You nod, and hold his hand as he leads you to the blanket, sitting down. Nami, Sanji, Robin, Brook, and Usopp join you, and you look around for your captain. He’s standing on the Sunny’s lionhead, looking out towards the sea. A jolt of guilt washes through you. What was he going through? Zoro is his first mate and best friend, but he loves everyone on his crew. Having a fallout on his crew must be tough. You sigh, and look at Sanji. 

“How’s Luffy doing with all of… this?” you wave your hand uselessly at yourself and the general direction Zoro had taken off, towards the Crows Nest. Sanji hands you a plate and looks at you, surprised. 

“Luffy… is leaving it up to the two of you. He loves you both dearly, but understands how serious this is. He understands that Zoro messed up and hurt you, but also knows that it’s his burden to deal with,” Sanji puffed on his cigarette, loading another plate with amazing food and handing it to Nami. Nami nodded at his words. 

“Sanji-kun is right. Luffy understands,” she said carefully. You nod, and look back towards the masthead but don’t see your captain anymore. Your hands suddenly feel lighter as the plate is snatched out of your metal grip and Luffy’s cheerful laughter rings above you. 

“Gotcha!” he crows loudly beside you. You jump a little and look at him in shock, clearly seeing the moment Sanji’s foot connected with the captain, sending him sprawling back. Your plate was delivered to your hands again, not a single piece out of place. You couldn’t help but laugh at the usual antics of the crew, silencing Sanji’s yells at the rubber boy, who sat sheepishly on the grass. Nami, Robin, and Usopp joined in your laughter, the others following quickly. You heard everyone laughing except… Chopper. You look around for him, and finally catch his little form crawling down from the Crows Nest. Your smile dimmed from a grin to one that was softer as you connected the dots in your mind. Chopper went to check on the swordsman, and probably brought him some food as well. Your heart ached at the thought, but you were glad that he would still be treated normally by the rest of the crew. 

You began to eat, but at the first bite of the heavenly food, tears pooled in your eyes. It tasted like home. Luffy was the first to notice you crying, and immediately began yelling at Sanji for cooking you bad food. Sanji began wailing and apologizing to you, creating a fuss that was only stopped when Nami whacked them both upside the head with a merciless fist. 

“Both of you! Stop it!” she barked. Both Luffy and Sanji turned to her, pouting for two very different reasons.

“You’d be crying too if it was your last lunch with everyone for the foreseeable future, okay? Now both of you shut up and eat!” She sat back down with an air of finality, and the two men looked at each other and then looked at you, understanding on their faces. 

“So… your food tastes good?” Luffy asked. You laughed and nodded. 

“Amazing, as always.” 

Sanji looked to be immensely relieved, and Luffy turned to the cook with a bright grin. 

“My bad!” he exclaimed before inhaling an entire cut of meat. Sanji loaded his plate with another portion as an acceptance of his apology, and you smiled at the interaction, your lip wobbling a little. Someone shifted on your other side, and you turned to look. Robin smiled back at you, a cup of steaming tea in her hands. It smelled flowery, like lavender and roses. 

“You can still stay, you know,” she said quietly. You bit your lip and looked down at your food, tears finally falling down your cheeks. You shook your head. 

“I… don’t think I can. Not right now,” you said, tears thickening your voice. She put a hand on your shoulder, and that spoke volumes. 

“I understand, and we’ll miss you, but we want your happiness and safety over anything. Tra-o is a great man, and you’ll find who you’re growing to be with him. But, you’ll always have a home here. You’re our family,” she said softly. The rest of the crew was quiet, having heard her words. You looked at each of them fully. Robin gave you a smile, and tightened her hand on your shoulder. Franky gave you a grin, somehow managed to do his signature ‘Super’ pose while sitting, clashing his forearms together above his head. Usopp gave you a thumbs up with a grin and a confident chuckle, and Brook whipped out a violin and began playing for you. Chopper had joined and heard everything, giving you a confident smile that made his eyes sparkle. Nami’s eyes were watering, but she looked at you with a kind smile. Sanji lit his cigarette, and looked at you softly, a smile on his lips. Luffy grinned at you, and wrapped his arm around you a few times, holding you tightly to his side. His other hand took off his hat and plopped it on your head, tilted over your eyes to hide your falling tears. You let your wet face fall against Luffy’s neck, sniffling. 

“I’ll miss Zoro. I know I said I wouldn’t, but I will. I love and will miss all of you. I promise,” You pulled back enough to tap your forehead gently against his, your special way of promising. His bright laughter was all you could hear for a second, before he spoke. 

“I know. We all do. We’ll miss you too, but for now… let’s party!” He announced. You couldn’t help but smile. Brook began playing an upbeat song, and Nami dragged you up to dance with Chopper and Robin. Franky joined in, and Sanji disappeared into the kitchen, bringing back drinks for everyone. 

All of you partied until sunset, when Sanji brought out dinner. Law had mostly stayed out of the way, but was dragged into festivities by Luffy, who said he was being a wimp for not enjoying the celebration of the new addition to his crew. Their argument devolved into something that led to the Heart Pirate crew joining the festivities on the Sunny, much to Law’s chagrin about them being exposed to “Straw Hat idiocy”. Luffy declared he “won”, which led into them bickering, until Luffy laughed freely and called Law and his crew “honorary Straw Hats”, which both crews cheered at, leaving Law to pout and brood in a corner with some beer. You giggled and approached your new captain, your surgery sites aching from drinking and eating so much. You sat next to him, and he spared you a glance before muttering under his breath. 

“Honorary Straw Hats my ass. Then the Straw Hats should all be honorary Heart Pirates.” 

You couldn't help but snicker at his annoyance. 

“With your desire to keep the Straw Hat’s off your ship, it might be better not to go there” you say with a smirk. Law rolls his eyes. 

“Why did I ever have to meet him,” he groaned, gesturing to Luffy. You looked at your captain- previous captain?- and smiled at him, watching as he was somehow managing to shovel food in his mouth while also dancing around the fire, ignoring Sanji yelling at him that it would make him sick. You giggled at the sight. 

“That means you're blessed by fate, I guess,” you answer with a chuckle. Law looked at you, face unreadable. He grunted finally, and glanced down at your arms. 

“You’ve been moving around a lot today, and eating and drinking more. How are your arms?” 

You looked down at the surgery sites with a grimace. 

“They don’t feel great, that’s for sure. They’re throbbing and stinging,” you answer honestly. Law’s brows knit together briefly, and he exhaled sharply. 

“Okay. It’s to be expected but just give me a second,” he said as he stood. A blue dome appeared, expanding quickly, and Law disappeared with a flick of his hand. He appeared a few moments later, and the blue dome disappeared. He sat next to you, shifting through the first aid kit he brought back with him. 

“This is your arm first aid kit. I made it for you with the help of Chopper and Franky. Hmmm… where did I put it?” 

Your breath caught with gratefulness, and your eyes flicked between Law’s face and the box a few times before he pulled something out of it. He looked at you briefly before doing a double take, annoyed concern on his face. 

“What the hell is that look? Why do you have the same look as Bepo? Stop being cute!” 

You leaned your head on his shoulder, trying to give him a hug even though your arms were in too much pain. He grunted and tried to gently push you off, but you pushed against his hand, keeping yourself glued to his shoulder. He huffed a sigh of annoyance. 

“Get off me. I need to look at the attachment sites. And here, take these.” 

He held two pills in his fingers, and you recognized them as regular pain medicine that reduced inflammation. You sat up properly and held open your mouth, and Law dropped them onto your waiting tongue and held up your glass immediately to help you take a sip. It was a familiar routine by this point, when he would feed you medicine when you couldn’t lift your arms yet. You took a sip of your drink and swallowed the pills easily, and he put your drink down between you. He plucked another package out of the box and you looked at it curiously. He answered your silent question. 

“It’s a sort of wipe that will ease the stinging. At least I designed the solution the cloth was soaked in to do that, but we’ll see if it works,” he said factually. He said it so casually that it took you a second to register his words, but by the time you did, he was already wiping the tiny piece of cloth over your skin. You yelped and shut your eyes tightly, waiting for something to happen. 

“What the hell are you doing? It’s not going to hurt you” Law said with an amused lilt to his voice. You opened one eye cautiously, staring down at your surgery site. The stinging was slowly starting to ebb, and he finished wiping down the circumference of your arm. 

“You can’t just experiment on me!” you whined. Law snorted and then smirked. 

“I didn’t. I used the same solution when my tattoos were freshly done and I got into a fight. It stung like a bitch. I thought it would help you as well,” he explained. You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously. 

“You’re lucky it worked,” you pouted. Law raised a single brow. 

“Do you seriously think Chopper-ya would allow me to put something in your first aid kit that he hadn’t tried himself?” 

You paused. 

“No, because I didn’t have time to think” you shot back. Law snorted and shook his head. 

“Let me do the other arm,” he stood and moved to the other side, quickly swiping the cloth over your other attachment site. You blinked down at your arm. The stinging was subsiding from both arms. Not completely, but it was definitely better than before. You looked up at him, smiling. 

“Thanks, captain” you said cheekily. Law blushed slightly and hid his face under the brim of his hat. 

“...you’re welcome,” he murmured. 

You leaned back against the side of the boat and looked up at the stars. 

“How often do you get to see the stars on your ship?” 

Law grunted quietly. 

“It depends on the weather, but I surface and let the crew out as much as I can,” he says quietly. You nodded. 

“Thank you… for offering,” you mumble. You felt Law’s golden eyes on you, and after a moment, you finally met his gaze. You couldn’t decipher the emotion that was shining brightly in his eyes. 

“You’re free to do as you wish. You’re free to follow your heart, and that can take you to surprising places. I’m almost jealous that you’re free to do that, because I don’t feel like I can trust my heart to take me to good places,” he said softly. You blinked in surprise, but said nothing. Law sighed, then stood. He offered you a hand as he stood above you to help you up. The orange from the fire was gorgeous on his black hair, and it highlighted the definition of his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. You let a small smile curl your lips. 

“I’m scared, but I trust you,” you said after a moment. Law smirked at you. Your hand rose to grasp his, but you both knew the casual gesture was a promise. A promise of trust in each other and in the future to bring good to you. You stood, and he pushed you gently in the direction of the party. 

“Go. I’ll be here. Come back if you hurt,” he murmured. You cast a smile over your shoulder and went to join the party, letting various people (and animals) from both crews hug you and fold you into the celebration. 

—------

2 Months Later: 

You let the salty breeze trail incandescent fingers along your skin and through your hair, and you breathed in the scent of fresh air. It had been about a week since the sub had been able to surface, and you were desperate for the breeze. Footsteps thumped on the deck behind you, approaching your form. 

“How are your arms?” he asked boredly. You snorted. 

“Do you really have to ask multiple times a day, every day?” You turned to meet him, his golden eyes matching his double earrings, glinting in the sun. He frowned. 

“I’m a doctor,” he said as if that were an answer. You giggled. He pouted. 

“Captain, you know that's not an answer. You can just admit that you have a crush on me~” you teased slyly. Law’s cheeks darken with a blush that he tried to hide under the brim of his hat. 

“Shut up and get back to work. Bepo is over there shedding again, and I want the deck clean,” he ordered. You laughed. 

“Yes sir!” you saluted him mockingly and picked up the broom again. You let your mind wander over the last few months, recalling how you’ve healed. Physically, you would still get twinges and pulls when you moved the wrong way or when you worked too hard. Some days when there were storms, your surgery sites ached, and some days the phantom limb pain hurt like a bitch. Through it all though was Law. He was a steady rock that gave you answers and honesty when you needed them the most, and comfort that was only for your eyes and ears. Your PTSD from the accident hadn’t gotten much better, but Law told you that it could take even years for you to fully recover, if you do at all. He held you through your panic attacks, opening his door to you without question in the middle of the night when you were shaking and crying. Sometimes, Bepo was there too and the three of you would cuddle together, finding solace in sleep. When someone raised their voice even slightly at you, you still reacted. You started shaking and stuttering, fighting back tears, even as they lowered their voice and talked to you soothingly to provide a distraction for your adrenaline-driven mind. 

Law was basically a casual boyfriend. He refused to commit to anything deeper than cuddles, kisses, and soft words until he knew that he wasn’t a rebound or someone that you bonded with through trauma. You respected his decision, and was happy with the current relationship the two of you had. He was always busy anyways, and you were busy trying to heal. You kept sweeping the deck, flinching when your arm twinged the wrong way. You looked down at your metal arms with a frown. You didn’t wear your sleeves today, deciding to allow the sun on your scars. You could feel echoes of touch, like if you were wearing a pair of thin gloves on your hands. The crew had learned the upkeep of your arms quickly, and were pros at fixing anything that went wrong with them. You paused and wiped the sweat off your cheek with your shoulder. Your eyes landed on the resident polar bear peering through binoculars, focused on one particular spot.

“Hey Bepo, whatcha lookin at?” 

“Sorry, I just saw something in the distance. I think it looks familiar… sorry I can’t see it clearly yet,” he said, bowing as he apologized. You frowned a little, then took the binoculars from him. Your eyes focused on the dot on the horizon, and a wide smile cracked your face. 

“Go tell the captain- the Strawhats are going to visit!” 

Bepo ran off and you giggled a little with excitement. You suddenly saw a small figure shoot off of the ship, and you laughed with delight. You heard one of your favorite voices whooping with joy. You jumped in place and waved your arms, guiding Luffy to the right spot of the ship. 

“Luffy! I’ve miss- OOF!” your greeting was cut off as he slammed into you, sending the both of you tumbling to the deck. The wind was knocked out of you, but Luffy laughed loudly. 

“I’ve missed you! Have you been having good food? Do you have adventures? Have you eaten good meat on the adventures?!” Luffy questioned you rapid-fire, and once you got your breath back you pushed him off you. 

“One thing at a time, Luffy. Law is going to yell at you for boarding his ship without permission,” you warned with a giggle. Luffy grinned with a chuckle. 

“Yep, but I get to see you. Everyone else is coming on the ship, and then we can have lunch and dinner together, okay?” he said excitedly. You nod with a laugh. 

“Of course!” 

“Oh are you coming back yet?” he asked with wide eyes. A jolt of fear and guilt went through you, clenching your heart.

“N-no. I’m not healed enough yet,” you murmur. Luffy nods, then is suddenly gone, a piece of Bepo’s fur floating down where he sat. 

“MUGIWARA-YA!” you heard Law yell. You looked over, and he was holding Luffy over the railing of the ship by his shirt. Luffy only laughed. 

“Hey, Tra-o! Let’s have lunch and dinner all together, yeah?” Law snarled and was about to drop Luffy into the ocean but you called out. 

“I’m not leaving yet, I just miss them!” 

Law looked at you with what you knew to be a pout, but to anyone else looked like a glower. He tossed Luffy back onto the deck, who sprawled next to you easily. 

“So… Tra-o, huh?” he said in a whisper. You blink at him, shocked that he actually picked up on the relationship between you and the surgeon. 

“Not yet, but maybe,” you whisper back. Luffy frowns a little. 

“Hm. Well eventually I hope you’ll come back when you’re ready. We can even have Tra-o on our crew if you want to stay together. I’m still the captain though,” he said firmly. You snorted and then giggled. 

“You’re going to be King of the Pirates, Luffy. Of course you’ll still be the captain.” 

Luffy grinned and wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, then lowered his face so his forehead bonked against yours. It hurt a little, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“I’ve missed you."

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[gatitties]

Hi!!

i hope your having a good day/night! I don't know if you're comfortable with writing angst but if you are, can you plases make a fic where zoro dumps y/n really mean and sanji comforts y/n? Thank you!! if you can't its also fine!

─Sanji x reader

─Summary: Hurt by the behavior of one of your companions, Sanji makes his way into your heart to heal it.

─Warnings: zoro is and asshole in this one

I'm fine with writing angs!! but I don't know if I'm good at it, it's not something I usually write a lot 😓

You watched the barely visible waves at night, everyone was already asleep when you decided to go out on the deck to vent your discomfort a little, you didn't want to bother anyone with your problems right now, just release some accumulated bad energy.

Although you ended up diverting your thoughts to all those times Zoro belittled you, looked down on you, and made you feel tiny compared to everyone else, you didn't know the reason for his aggressive behavior towards you when you started out well, but you had to swallow and continue with the dirty looks and passive-aggressive comments towards you.

It began to affect your way of being, you changed some of your aspects because of him, because of his comments, because of the venom he spat in every sentence directed towards you, you did not have the courage or enough strength to return the shit he was doing to you, you decided to sink into your misery slowly, you were not going to change his behavior out of nowhere and if he was not going to give in to have a smooth relationship, you had nothing to do there.

You decided to ignore him and avoid him most of the time, you stopped listening to his comments towards you, his looks, for you he no longer existed and yet, here you are now, shedding hot tears while your mind plays with you, stabbing your heart with all the bad moments you had experienced, squeezing out every last offensive comment. He didn't deserve you, but here you are, thinking of possible solutions to fix a broken relationship when little interest had already been shown, you should have known better.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who couldn't sleep, huh?"

You almost choked on your own saliva, not expecting anyone to show up at this time of night, you sniffled, wiping your eyes, taking too long to turn around and face the blonde who seemed confused by your behavior. He took a drag on his cigarette, deciding not to ask why your eyes were red and swollen.

"Yeah, I couldn't fall asleep, too many thoughts that don't let me sleep."

You partially lied, looking towards the empty sea again, trying to hide your fallen face in a subtle way, although Sanji had already seen everything he needed to see, he sighed leaning on the railing next to you, silence took over the atmosphere for a few minutes that seemed eternal to you, he knew it and you knew that he knew it, but Sanji decided to let you be the one to take the first step as long as you wanted to talk about what was bothering you, he wasn't going to pressure you.

The silence was killing you, even though you weren't being pressured, you were carrying a lot of weight on your shoulders, a lot of bad thoughts and worries. When you looked up you found the cook's profile, he looked back at you, a look full of understanding, patience and softness, a reassuring look, you felt weak when you looked at him.

"I…" you began muttering, he focused all his attention on you, rubbing your shoulders slowly, you felt even worse, letting all the contained emotions spill out again in the form of silent crying "I don't know what to do, I've tried everything, but he doesn't… I don't think- I don't think it works anymore."

You broke right there, breaking into little pieces in front of Sanji, he brought you into a tight hug as he rubbed circles on your back, he didn't say anything as you cried, clinging to him like a lifeline.

"It's okay, everything will be fine, things will get better, I'm here with you."

He whispered softly, trying to calm your sobs and tremors, he waited patiently until you unburdened yourself, he listened to every word, every complaint, every cry, he didn't need to speak so you knew that no matter what happened, he would always be there for you, to kick the shit out of Zoro's moss head, to collect and put back together the pieces of your broken heart, to heal emotional wounds without asking for anything in return.

"Thank you Sanji."

You tightened the hug one last time before separating, your face still had tear marks running down your cheeks, but now your mind was calm and your lips had a slight smile.

"You don't have to thank me for anything, I will always be here if you need me."

He smiled at you once more, softening your heart again, you returned the gesture with a brighter smile, surely you weren't going to forget so easily the pain that Zoro caused you, but at least now you could calm your worries temporarily.

#op #one piece #one piece x reader #strawhats #strawhats x reader #sanji x reader #reader insert #request #sfw #reader is not specified so... #gn reader #male reader #fem reader #x reader #sanji #this could be romantic or platonic...¿ #idk

[vinnoa-articles]

Oral Cigarettes

[Image by Eiichiro Oda]

Habit Substitute Drabble Series! This will be 4 out of the 8 drabbles I will be writing, because, why not? Some characters like certain things on a daily. But what if you were there?

Here are the links for the others.

[Luffy] [Zoro] [Usopp] [Sanji] [Law] [Smoker] [Crocodile]

Rating: +18, you have been warned. If you are a minor, leave now.

Word count: 1,640

Type: Smut

Characters: Sanji, reader (Female)

Trigger warnings/content: Sexual implications at the end, smoking, swearing

 “And~” Blond locks flowing behind as he twirled on the toes of his polished shoes, tight ripped skinny jeans that hugged his thighs, a loosened black dress shirt to boot, as his delicate fingertips carried a tray full of sweets. His tantalizing smile, with his ocean blue eyes curving to signify his satisfaction to serve. “For you mademoiselle~” effortlessly spinning the contents in front of the one and only girl, the finale of his little dance to impress the last lady on board. At least, in Sanji’s mind, it was all according to plan for him by letting her sit in the dining area as he knew she could smell the fragrant sweets almost from afar. This was his chance, the only chance now that she was away from the playful idiots on the ship, especially the green haired freak of a man that lacked manners, she was finally alone, soaking in her sight. Her crossed legs angled to show the plush of her thighs almost showing how restricting the hem of the shorts were on her, the loose tank top with a hood pinched between the back of the seat and her back. 

“Ah, thank you Sanji!” Voice sticking like honey to him, as he thought he could collect her sweet words and make a dish in itself. Bowing as he leaned against the counter, not even being a few feet, heck maybe arms distance from her in case the waves didn’t behave themselves and jerked the treasured dessert to the ground. The slight parting of her lips, shining from her licking them, gave them a glossy look as her mouth wrapped around the fork that held a piece of berry mousse on top of cheesecake. It was sinful to even think of such things of what that mouth could do to him, those siren lips that could lure him to his death with the sheer amount of nosebleeds he had when just hearing what words fall from her lips. “Mhm~” her moan even made him swallow as the tent in his pants became evident, as he crossed his legs to hide the creeping excitement. “Delicious! As always!” There was no way he could endure watching this little innocent show, pulling a box of his cigarettes from his back pocket, lighting it with his lighter to inhale a long drag from it. Finally, a break.

“Of course!” Trying to look at her, but he could only look somewhere around her to not add anymore strain to his excitement in his pants. “Anything for you my love~” Her chuckles were music to his ears, just like when he whisked the mousse in a bowl, it was smooth, velvety and just addicting. A long exhale of smoky yet spice smoke hugged his body, but his cologne that she had mentioned that she loved mixed in with the scent. It was a smell he knew all too well by now, and his nose was trying to pinpoint this other smell he could inhale in.

“Want some Sanji? I’ll feed it to you!” Nearly choking on his cigarette, he knew that it would only lead to blood loss, being so close to her could only result in a bashful and embarrassing explanation as to why he had something in his pants even though he was done cooking.

“No no, it’s alright my dear. For I merely made this specifically for you,” his voice trying to stay strong, as his heart started to beat faster and faster, loosening the tie around his neck and unbuttoning another button to at least get some airflow to hit more of his skin. There was something about her figure as she ate, every twitch, every quiver, every sound she made, it showed her emotions when she ate that made him value every moment of cooking. Whether it be preparing or serving, the end result of appreciation was worth it.

“Suit yourself. It's very delicious!” He took another mind calming smoke, his mind trying to cloud up his thoughts with every inhale of his cig he could get. There was something that caught his eye, there was some mousse on her nose, just the tip of her nose.

“Um…there is some on your nose,” this dangerous restraint of a game he played as he grabbed a napkin. Leaning so close to her skin, he could feel the heat radiating off her neck and cheek.

“Hm?” Her eyes were so bright and full of life as he paused a little making eye contact.

F u c k

Wiping the mousse, he pulled the napkin back gritting his teeth as he smiled as softly as possible, not trying to look down at the apex of her thighs. “I got it my love, no worries,” throwing the napkin behind him on the counter as he tried to calm his nerves again. She smelled so good, the shampoo mixed with the sweets she just ate almost made him want to devour her right then and there. The shine of her hair, just about to tickle the hoodie, as she pulled it out between the chair and her back, so it could cover the top of the back of the chair.

“Oh well, thanks Sanji!” She got up, the plate in her hands as she walked right in front of him, leaning to put the dish in the sink adjacent to his body, the brush of her body as her legs bumped into his, the cig almost falling from his lips when she stood right in front of him. A pout forming on those lips. “You know, they say the more you smoke, the less you are able to taste and smell things.”

“Ah…well you are right,” Sanji could only nod, putting the dead cigarette into the ashtray as he grabbed another one. Thank goodness she wasn’t looking anywhere lower, otherwise he would have been found out. “But, it's to just ease my mind and to calm me down after a long day.”

“But…” Her face was close enough, and distracting that the only thing that made him try to avoid her gaze was the light gray smoke that trailed off the end of his new lit cigarette. That was, until he felt it slip away from his lips.

“H-hey!” She grasped it between her fingers, placing it between her own lips. She looked so divine, the duality of a cute elegant lady, to more of a rebellious one as she pulled up her hood to the crown of her head. 

“Hm…” The soft humming of her voice as she thought, it was soft and comforting. His reflex was to gently grab her wrist, as he was about to speak, the words couldn’t leave his throat. “This isn’t as bad as the other brands I have smelled. It’s so…musky and smells like burnt oak.” The smoke encircled the two of them, dissipating the scent of the cheesecake she consumed. “I think I know something better though.” Sanji couldn’t help but be curious, his brow raised under his freshly cut hair. She moved her hands as if she was doing a magic trick, her fingers pinching the cig as her lips captured his.

“Ah-” His body leaned back, shocked as he could taste both the taste of familiarity and sweetness. The hint of mint and berries mixed in, she must have brushed her teeth before she ate. Her face pulled away, giggling, placing the bud back to his lips.

“Well? Better than that smoky taste?” That’s when it fell to the floor, his hands gently tugging at the sides of her tank top near her waist. More, is what he wanted to say but that’s all he could think. “Use your words honey,” as her body leaned in, he could feel her rubbing against his excitement, groaning both in pleasure and shock with her sudden actions. “I can feel what you want, but I need to hear you use your words.”

“I need…to taste more, to see if it would be fitting for my tastes,” Sanji could feel his face turn red, bashful with such a gorgeous woman in front of him, teasing him, affirming his needs. Her lips gently molded to his lips, dancing, as she put her hand behind his neck to direct his head to face hers. Feeling her body rub up against him, his guttural groans that he couldn’t suppress as he wanted to hide his face, but with how he was looking at her, he could see everything. 

“Oh Sanji, you are beautiful,” shit, I can’t. His thoughts muddled with lust and need, as he wrapped his arms around her figure, his head in her neck, taking in her scent, breathing heavily.

“I can’t let you see me like this, you might think I am weak my love,” trying to hide his expression, feeling her fingers gently stroke his hair. Her voice is so soft, heavenly and cushioned.

“You do so much for me, let alone the crew. I’ve thought of this a lot more than you think, but now that we are alone,” he could face her now. Though a strong man on the field, his heart was in her hands, melting away seeing his vulnerable and shy side that he tried so hard to suppress. Rose tinted nose and cheeks, almost wanting to beg her to kiss him again, to let him kneel before her to pick her up and bring her elsewhere for a private getaway.

“Then please kiss me my love, I need you.” There her face was again, her chin rubbing against his trimmed goatee, trying not to falter with such a simple touch. He could hear her breathing, feel her heartbeat, and those honey coated words that sealed the deal.

“Then I’ll be your new cigarette, take me in as much as you need.”

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[marycorcaroli]

massage w sanji. ♡

fluff, gn!reader ! !

@vulturelined 's req ♡ : my whole body hurts like hell, and i’m thinking about sanji massage hcs…

if you don’t want to write then no worries 🙏 just an idea for one of my fave mutuals

mary ♡ : thanks for the req, hope u like it ! english is not my first language, i apologize for the mistakes.

rules ; masterlist.

— i think sanji will notice from the very beginning how tired you are and how you can barely walk and stretch your shoulders and back. and he's so caring 🥺 he'll come to you right away and ask you what's wrong and what he can do to make you feel better.

"mm? what is it? are you too tired? aww, my flower, what can i do for you?" sanji literally purred saying those words to relax you a little and not to make you more nervous.

"what? you want me to give you a massage? baby!—" oh, he literally shrieked the last word and forgot about your tiredness, but it's okay, because he brushed his lips against your temple, kissing you as hard as he could. and of course he salivated on your temple.

"oh god, i'm sorry, sunshine, it's weird i didn't realize what you needed since you love my hands so much." that little shit-he's so shameless, but that didn't stop him from getting a flick on the head from you and hearing his ringing laughter bringing a smile to your face.

— first of all, sanji will ask you to undress and will run to prepare a warm bath for you, with your favorite toys, bubble bath or bombs, in general, he will do everything to make your body a little stressed and ready for the massage.

— he will gently put you in the bathtub and sit on the edge, running his hand through your hair and with the pad of his thumb he will touch your cheek, turning you towards him he will give you a quick smooch.

— god, i feel like he's gonna make different foam figures on your head. he's so small 😭

— will joke a lot while he washes you and tell you funny stories from his life to see you smile and your eyes sparkle ! ! i already told you he is the cutest didn't i ? ?

— will definitely dry your hair and brush it and then start with a scalp massage.

— ( i am not a massage therapist and i have rarely had a massage, but i will try to describe it well 💗 )

— while you are sitting on his lap with your back resting on his chest, sanji will use the pads of his fingers to gently go from the beginning of your hair to the end, and so on several times in a row, then he will massage your temples gently in a circular motion and eventually he will put all of his fingers in your hair and pull it back, but not too hard so it won't hurt you.

— ithink he will suggest that you lie on your bed while he runs back and forth to get all sorts of oils (where did he get that from¿).

— he will come to you and sit gently on your ass, kissing your shoulder and mumbling some sweet nothings.

— he will start gently rubbing the oils all over your body while massaging it.

— to relax your muscles, he will massage your neck and shoulders, using his fingers and palms. he will start with something small so that you don't feel any discomfort. he is really trying so hard for you, even though he doesn't know anything ; (

— he rubs your whole back so that it doesn't hurt so much, he kneads your back so that your blood circulation is normalized after using his thumbs in circular motions along your spine.

— and finally starts massaging your feet so that your feet finally release tension and you can sleep.

— sanji will not forget to tell you how good you are and how hard you are working for him ! !

"baby? you're not hurt, are you? ah, you're almost asleep, wait a little while and soon we'll go to bed."

"can i get you some water?"

"my moon and stars, you're so good, i'm sorry if i do something wrong."

— he's gonna pay attention to your heels, you've been walking so much and your heels are the most stressed. So he's gonna make a fist again and he's gonna make a circular motion all over the surface.

— he'll smooth your ankles and look at you to see if you like it or not.

— he will finish his massage by wrapping the palms of both hands around one of your shins, moving from the tendon to the hamstring, and then he will do the same with the other shin.

— he will massage your ankles in a smoothing motion and look at you to see if you like it or not.

— he will finish his massage by wrapping the palms of both hands around one of your shins, moving from the tendon to the hamstring, and then he will do the same with the other shin.

— after the massage, he will clean you of the oils and bring you everything you need, so that he can hold you against his side and hear you sniffing in his ears.

#one piece live action #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #sanji x reader #one piece sanji #opla sanji #opla #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke sanji x reader #sanji x y/n #taz skylar x reader #taz skylar #mary ♡ #— vulturelined 🦋

[flimflamfranky]

my gift to @werelichen for @op-secret-santa!! i can never a good frobin prompt so here's some art and a fic! i hope you enjoy and happy holidays!!

The moon rose high in the sky, bright and alluring. Robin stared up at it through the window, upside down in her view from her pillow. Around her, the crew (her crew) slumbered soundly, beds pressed tight together. Robin couldn’t help a fond smile as she sat up, seeing Luffy half-slumped out of the top bunk, arms stretching down onto Sanji, who was gently kicking Zoro in his sleep, Chopper squished between them, while Nami spread out like a starfish on her other side, hand curled around Robin’s own.

Robin should be asleep with them, but this wasn’t the first time sleep eluded her, nor would it be the last. A restless energy settled into her, begging for the crisp, moonlit night. And while she knew none of them would mind if she woke them up to keep her company, they deserved the rest.

She slipped out silently from the sheets, gently to not disturb her friends. Yet, the moment her feet hit the ground, there was a rustle, and Zoro’s head popped up, eyes barely open. “R’bin?”

“I’m just going for a walk,” she whispered to him. “I”ll be back soon, I promise.”

Zoro yawned and then nodded, like she said a fact instead of a reassurance. “A’right.” His head flopped back down, and shuffled around, turning to curl around Chopper and smacking Sanji in the face, who sneered at the hand in his sleep.

Robin breathed out a light laugh, careful not to wake anyone else, and then stepped out the door into the night.

She didn’t have a destination in mind, yet her feet lead her to one anyway. She stopped at the top of the stairs, and looked down onto the island of scrap. The skeleton of a keel and hull was starting to form by the shore, bare now but full of promise. She was too far up to make out more, but she could just see a hint of movement and the smallest flash of blue, still hard at work.

She smiled to herself. Oh course.

She headed down into the flattened junk, keeping her eyes down and using her powers to guide her, until she could follow the sound of metal scraping on wood. It grew louder and louder as she picked her way past the sleeping bodies of the shipwrights and dismantlers. She rounded one last towering pile of wood, and finally set eyes on him properly.

Franky was working on a large hunk of wood, a circular shape starting to take form from the rough edges. Shavings littered his feet as he bent over, smoothing the wood down with even, practiced strokes. His stance was firm, his movements confident, completely in his element.

Robin paused for a moment to admire him. There was a lightness to him that hadn’t been there before, and she thought it suited him wonderfully. A smile stole across her face. It was almost startling how fond she had become of him in such a short time but she couldn’t imagine it any other way. She almost felt like she could spend the rest of the night just watching him, but his company would be much preferred, so she stepped forward.

“Franky,” she called out, as she approached.

Franky startled, the scrapper tumbling from his hands as he whipped around, valiantly trying to hide his work. “Nico Robin! What are you doing here?”

She covered her eyes with her hand. “I’m not looking,” she said, a smile in her voice.

There was a moment’s pause, and then Franky sighed in defeat. “Nah, it’s alright. Not much to look at right now.” Robin uncovered her eyes in time to see him wag a finger at her. “But don’t you go snooping! I want it to be a surprise for everyone.”

“I won’t,” she promised, coming to a stop near him. She bloomed a hand out of the wood, and handed the fallen tool back to Franky. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” Franky took the tool, but then set it down, giving her curious look. “What are you doing here?” He looked up at the moon like he was surprised it wasn’t the sun. “It’s late!”

“I couldn’t sleep,” she said. “I suppose I was looking for some company.”

“Aw, with me?” Franky chuckled, fiddling with the scrapper. “Did you miss me that much?”

Robin considered it. “Hmm. I suppose I did.”

Franky blinked, surprised at her genuine admission, then turned back to the wood, looking pleased. “Well, I’ll always welcome your company, Nico Robin.”

She crossed her hands, and brought over an unused stool for herself to sit on, settling a few feet away. Franky returned to his work, catching the tool on the wood and gliding it across its surface.

It was soothing, watching him. The repetitive rasp of metal cutting wood, the even wood shavings peeling up and falling gently to the ground. The crash of waves on the shore, the soft wind whistling through the abandoned ships. The movement of Franky’s arm, back and forth. It eased the restlessness inside her, bit by bit.

After a moment, Franky glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. “So…how are you doing?”

That was a question Robin had become quite familiar with the past couple of days. One she still had trouble answering. Her crew had done so much for her - she owed it to them to be honest. But, at the same time, she didn’t want to worry them any further. But with Franky…it was different. He had been a steady rock during the worst day of her life.

“A little overwhelmed,” she admitted, drawing her knees closer. “So much has changed so quickly, I still don’t think it’s sunk in yet. But…” She looked up, towards the city, towards the Galley-La Company where her crew rested, safe and secure and hers. “I’m happier then I think I’ve ever been.”

Franky straightened slightly, glancing over at her as he brushed wood dust from his shoulders. “Well, that sounds like a good problem to have.”

She smiled, resting her check against her hand. “I suppose it is.”

Franky glanced at her again, looking almost…hesitant. Which seemed at odds with his brash, confident persona. She met his eyes, and raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”

Franky hesitated for another moment, and then asked, “What were they like? Those scholars of yours.”

That was a question Robin had not been expecting. She opened her mouth, then closed it, as she thought back, wondering where to even begin, when Franky waved his hand through the air.

“Never mind, actually, forget about it.” He cleared his throat, looking away from her. “I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories, so just-”

“No! No,” Robin cut him off. “It’s aright. It’s just…been a long time since I’ve really talked about them with anyone, outside of yesterday. And, well.” She paused, and then sighed. “It’s been a while since I’ve thought about them in any context other than tragedy.”

Franky nodded, his eyes soft, tender. Understanding. He stayed silent, and Robin took a moment to look out at the ocean, the waves almost black and white under the moon, collecting herself before starting to speak.

“They were like a family to me. With my mother gone and my aunt, well. They were the only family I really had. They treated me like one of their own. They were such a caring, eccentric bunch.” She let out a soft laugh.

“Professor Clover always called them crazy old kooks when they acted up, even though he was probably the oldest, craziest kook of them all. He would make me tea with honey in between lessons and tell me about his adventures as an explorer. He saw so many wondrous things, made so many grand discoveries, and got in trouble with the Marines more times than he could count.”

“I’d bet he'd be pretty damn proud of you, then.”

“I think he would be, too. Rint would always tease him about being more of a pirate than explorer, but I don’t think he would have minded that. Not that Rint was much better. She never talked about it, but I’m pretty sure she was a pirate, when she was younger. Nothing seemed to phase her. She could drink everyone under the table and still win at poker.”

Franky glanced back into the scrapyard with an amused snort. “Heh, sounds like someone I know.”

“She would’ve liked you. She always had a taste for the wilder things. Oh, and Busshiri, you would’ve liked him. He was the carpenter of the scholars. Not a shipwright, but he knew his way around wood.”

“Sounds like my kinda guy.”

Robin nodded. “He always wore these shirts that would say bomb, boom, any explosive word you could think of. I asked him why once, and he said that he wore destruction to remember how to create. I think he made it up on the spot, though.”

Franky gasped, faux offended. “Dismissing his wise words like that! Nico Robin, you wound me, to let such a man go unappreciated in his time!”

Robin giggled at his teasing. “Roche said something like that at the time too. He was always teasing me when I got too serious. I thought it was so annoying at the time, but looking back, I think he just wanted me to enjoy being a kid. They all tried so hard to look after me…”

A surge of emotions swept through her, harsh and overwhelming, that familiar, complicated mix of grief and anger and hopelessness that plagued her for so long. She curled inward, instinctively. She forgot herself, and was that scared little girl again, forced to face the world alone, alone, alone-

“Nico Robin?”

And she was back here again, on the shore of the scrap island, the ocean heavy in the air, breathing uneven, body shivering. Franky hovered over her, hands outreached but not touching, face so openly worried, and something inside her loosened.

“Are you okay?” He asked, voice low and soft. His hand hovered closer and she leaned in, resting herself against his palm, arms looped around his wrist in the semblance of a hug.

“I’m fine,” she mumbled without thinking, so used to ignoring her hurt. Franky leveled her an unconvinced look, and Robin paused. Was she fine? Her body still shuddered slightly, but the emotions had dulled, softened, and there was a…lightness. Relief. Grief tempered by nostalgia and joy, by the reminder that she was no longer alone.

“I think I’m better than fine, actually,” she said, a smile blooming across her face. She squeezed Franky’s hand. “Thank you.”

Franky relaxed, and though she didn’t want to, she let his hand fall away, and he stepped back to lean back against the uncarved wood. She did follow him though, moving to stand next to him, crossing her arms to rest against the wood.

“You scared me there, Nico Robin,” he said, half serious, half teasing. “I get it, though. The past can be complicated.”

She tilted her head in a silent question. Franky shrugged, and then looked away, almost bashful.

“Me ‘n Iceburg…we used to be close. We fought almost all the time, but he was like a brother, ya know? And then I went and messed it all up. But when I came back, Iceburg, he was…still so mad but he missed me. He was happy to see me again, despite it all.”

Franky paused, looking back towards the partial built hull. “I’ve got a lot of good memories from back then. And they’re still good, but…they hurt now. And doin’ this now, like back then, with him…” He trailed off.

“You used to be a shipwright,” she said. That had been obvious but she can see the complicated emotions mixed up in it now - the grief and anger and almost hatred of something you still love and need so much.

“Not anymore,” Franky said, a touch defensively. “This is an exception.”

“...it suits you.”

Franky didn’t meet her gaze, eyes fixed past the shore of the small island. “Doesn’t matter. This’ll be the last one.”

She recognized what the lightness she had seen earlier was - he was happy, building ships. And that happiness scared him, like he didn’t deserve to feel it at all. That made a protective indignation rise up in her, a fierce desire to protect that precious happiness of his.

She realized that's what Luffy and the others had felt, standing on that government building, flag burning above them.

“You should come with us.”

Franky startled, whipping around to stare at her with wide eyes. “What?

Robin was startled herself. She hadn’t meant to say that aloud, but she had meant it. “Luffy is planning on asking you. To be our shipwright, that is.”

She saw it again - that mix of grief and longing and joy. He wanted that - wanted to say yes, to join them, to live his dream.

But still, he turned away. “I-I can’t,” he said, voice raw. “I owe this place too much.”

Robin felt that sharp protectiveness again, to take him anyway and make him hers, part of her crew, but she tucked that away for now.

Franky glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. “I’m sorry.”

She shook her head, “It’s your choice.”

Silence stretched between them, heavy longing and regret, but she savored it anyway. Part of her wanted to make it last forever, but her crew pulled her back just as strong. She couldn’t stay.

“If this is goodbye, then,” she started, turning toward Franky, leaning a bit forward to look up him through her lashes. “May I have a kiss to remember you by?”

Franky softened, expression incredibly fond, and he reached out, wrapping his hand around her waist and pulling her close. “For you, Nico Robin, of course.”

She smiled, and rose up on her toes, hand resting on his chest, his head dipping down until their lips met. It was soft and tender, passion nipping at the edges. The waves crashed behind them, matching their push and pull. He fit against her so perfectly, and she could imagine how perfectly he’d fit into her family too.

But that was a desire that would have to wait. She relaxed back onto her heels, pulling away just slightly, still close. She looked up at Franky, meeting his fond gaze, sad and sweet. Her hand lingered on his chest, machinery thrumming warm under her fingertips before finally pulling away, already chilled again by the night.

“I’m glad I got to know you, Nico Robin,” he said, his voice a low rumble.

“Me too, Franky,” she said. She couldn’t bring herself to say good-bye, so she ran her hand down his arm one final time, then stepped out of his embrace and walked back into the night.

~

As she slipped back into bed, next to Chopper and Zoro this time, arms wrapped around her and Luffy slipped down to snuggled into her side, still half-asleep. She ran her fingers through his hair, at his relaxed, open face, and decided she deserved to be selfish. She bent over to whisper to him.

“Franky looked so happy, building our ship.”

Luffy grinned, and she slipped her hand down to thumb at his dimples, just under his scar. “Good.”

“You won’t take no for an answer.” It was more a statement than question, because she already knew what he would say, but Luffy still huffed a laugh.

“Nope!”

Robin grinned. “Good. Now go back to sleep.”

Luffy dozed off again almost instantly. Robin settled down, wrapping her arms around him, safe and warm amongst her crew, and she slept.

#op secret santa 2023 #nico robin #franky #frobin #zoro #luffy #my stuff #thepilotsart #thepilotsfic

[sunshinegat0r]

Sooo it’s been about 12 years since I’ve written any kind of fanfiction… I never imagined I’d be getting back into it with One Piece, but here we are! I used a prompt from @sharkjana's fluffy list to shake the cobwebs off. ❤

Dreams ~ Sanji x GN!Reader

CW: None, just a ton of fluff. :) WC: 663

The creak of salt-sprayed wood and the rocking of waves against the hull were your lullaby tonight. Wrapped in a warm cocoon of sighs and gentle darkness, safe and secure in your comfortable bed. The full moon was high in the sky, filtering softly through the curtained porthole, casting everything in buttery shadows.

Its light barely revealed your form, snuggled under the covers and up against your lover. Sanji’s long, lean body stretched against yours, his hairy legs entwined with your smooth ones. From a distance one would think him wiry, but his usual crisp outfits hid a surprising amount of muscle and strength. You rubbed your hand along the corded muscles of his thigh, delighting in how powerful it was and how it twitched under your touch.

His chest rose and fell with a huff that puffed against your hair. Sanji buried his face in the crown of your head, muttering about you starting trouble again. In retaliation he ruffled his nose against your head, mussing your hair while he breathed in your scent. You chuckled lowly and pulled your head back to look at him in the dim light. Gently you tucked his silky blond hair behind his ear, getting a rare look at his full face. Sanji opened ocean blue eyes that took your breath away even in the darkness.

You gave him a small smile and raised your hand to tenderly cup his cheek, thumb brushing along the scruff of his chin in soothing patterns. Sanji’s large hand came up to cover yours, turning his head and pressing a kiss into your palm. You could feel your heart melting as it often seemed to do at his romantic gestures. You actually adored his sometimes over-the-top mannerisms in public, but you truly could not get enough of how serious and calm he could become when devoting all of his attention to you in private. The suave and confident demeanor he carried into battle was irresistible when he applied it to romancing you.

A blush rose along your cheeks that you didn’t think the night could hide, sure Sanji would notice. His hand moved to your face now, grinning a little when he felt the warmth there, and he pulled you in for a lingering kiss. You sighed in contentment as your lips met, a velvet kiss that was slow and sweet, a simmering warmth behind it; at the feeling of his slender fingers pressing into the back of your head, holding you in a subtle show of control that left you a little weak. Your own hands splayed against his broad chest, fingers reflexively digging into his shoulders. When you inhaled you could smell the sweet smoke of his last cigarette, as well as his subtle cologne and a hint of the dinner he had prepared tonight. It all surrounded you in an overwhelming burst of love and comfort as tangible as the blanket enveloping you both.

When the two of you pulled apart Sanji was staring at you with a similar sentiment shining in his eyes. “Je t’aime, ma chérie,” he whispered to you.

“I love you too, Sanji,” you whispered back, almost giddy with a sleepy happiness.

Seeing your eyelids drooping even as you struggled to keep them open, Sanji sighed and wrapped his arms back around your plush body, tugging you securely against his solid chest.

“Good night, love,” you tell him, “See you in the morning.”

“I miss you already,” Sanji murmured, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“Sanji, we need to sleep at some point,” you replied, stifling a yawn as you did.

“Then I hope I see you in my dreams, my love.”

Your heart clenched at his sweet declaration, and you squeezed your arms tighter around his warm body, wanting to be even closer than you already were. The two of you drifted off to blissful rest, lulled by the rocking of the ship and the comfort of each other.

#one piece #one piece x reader #sanji #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #one piece sanji #one piece fanfiction #sunshinegator writes #sanji x you

[taizi]

could you write a kid sanji fic like you did with luffy?? like sanji gets whammied with a devil fruit n gets turned back tk his germa years or something??

x

Sanji wakes up in the infirmary. He lies there for a moment, blinking up at the ceiling. The room is cool and comfortable, a fan blowing gently in the corner and a door wedged open to let in a breeze rich with the salty, briny tang of the sea. 

Something about it seems strange. He knows that this is the infirmary, recognizes it somehow, even though it doesn’t look the way it’s supposed to. The last time he was sent to the ship’s medical room, it was barely more than an out-of-the-way broom closet, manned by a grizzly old bear who made it clear he didn’t have time for clumsy trainees and their second-degree burns. There certainly wasn’t room for a proper bed, and if there was, Sanji wouldn’t have been tucked into it so carefully. 

Was the wood in The Orbit always this color? he wonders, eyes drifting to stare at the wall nearest his bed. Rich, almost red, each finished plank as smooth as glass. 

“Oh,” a voice says, “you’re awake!” 

Sanji is very used to strangers. The Orbit is a cruise ship, ferrying hundreds of different customers across the Blues every day. But he’s never seen a person like this before. 

It’s a little reindeer, in a pink and blue hat and a fluffy white hoodie with a sheep printed on the front. They hop down from their chair and cross the room to him in an enthusiastic clatter of hooves. Sanji is a runt, according to most of the crewmen on The Orbit and all of his former siblings, but this reindeer is even smaller than him, by almost a foot.

Did they hire a new doctor?

“How are you feeling?” they ask earnestly. “All your labs came back okay and your vitals are strong, but I’m worried you might be coming down with a fever. And I think you were having some bad dreams.” 

Sanji blinks, still half-asleep, and decides to humor the little creature. “I feel okay.”

“Good! Let me get you some water and take your temperature again. Then I’ll let the captain in to see you.”

“The captain? Why does he want to see me?” It occurs to him, belatedly, that he might be in trouble. Sanji sits up fast, ignoring the way it makes his head spin, and cries out, “I didn’t mean to!”

The reindeer turns with an insulated water bottle in their tiny hands, brow furrowed beneath their fur. “Didn’t mean to what?”

“I don’t—whatever I did. It was an accident. I can still work.” Don’t send me back. Don’t make me go. He’s frozen with a familiar terror, one he has done his best to outrun but will never outgrow. 

He knows it’s silly. He boarded the ship on Cozia and told everyone who asked that he was an orphan. If they decided to go through all the trouble of bringing him home, instead of just kicking him off at the next port, then that would still be leagues away from where Germa Kingdom usually resides in North Blue. They can’t send him back because they don’t know where he’s actually from. No one will ever, ever know. Sanji will never tell. 

But he’s afraid anyway. 

“You’re not doing anything until I say so,” the reindeer says firmly. “Doctor’s orders! Luffy only wants to see you because he’s worried about you! He’ll say it’s ‘cause he misses your food, but that’s not true. Well, it is true, but it’s not the only thing he misses.” 

Sanji isn’t sure he followed all of that, but the reindeer seems pretty certain that the captain isn’t going to storm in here and shout at Sanji or fire him. It’s enough that Sanji is able to release his death-grip on the blanket and accept the water bottle that gets shoved insistently towards him. 

Luffy? he wants to ask. The captain of The Orbit is called Chas. And Sanji is only a trainee in the kitchens, hardly allowed to do more than shadow the seasoned chefs. When he does cook, it's for himself, and maybe sometimes the mice that live in the underbelly of the ship. He can’t think of any reason why the captain—or anybody, really—would miss Sanji’s food. 

Luffy. The name settles inside of him like the first swallow of warm soup on a blustery winter day. He doesn’t understand it, but he presses his hands to his chest and tries to hold onto it. 

When the reindeer is satisfied that Sanji’s sufficiently hydrated and his temperature is normal, they say, “Okay, you wait right here while I go get him. Is there anything you need? Are you hungry?”

Still a little nervous, Sanji shakes his head quickly.

The reindeer makes a dubious “hmmmm” noise like they’re not convinced but they don’t want to argue. They pull the door open the rest of the way and disappear out of it, calling for someone at the top of their lungs.

There’s a lot of noise out there. Sanji tilts his head, trying to listen. He can hear music and laughter. Then he hears the thunder of feet approaching the infirmary at a breakneck pace, and he barely has any time to get scared before a beaming face appears in the doorway. 

Oh, that’s Luffy. Sanji knows it’s him right away. He doesn’t know how he knows. It’s the warm soup feeling again. 

“SANJI!” the familiar stranger exclaims, bursting inside with wild enthusiasm, like there’s something very wonderful waiting in the medbay somewhere. Sanji is sure there isn’t—it’s just him in here. 

But Luffy bounces right onto the bed, sitting cross-legged on top of the soft blankets so that he and Sanji are eye-to-eye. 

“Chopper said you woke up! You’ve been asleep for ages. How do you feel?”

“Okay,” Sanji says carefully. Luffy definitely isn’t Captain Chas. So this definitely isn’t the infirmary on The Orbit after all. He must be somewhere else. But how did he get here? And how do they know his name?

“You look okay,” the older boy agrees, leaning in like he’ll be able to tell it’s true just by getting a good look at Sanji’s face. “But there’s no way you’re not hungry! You missed dinner and breakfast and lunch!”

Twisting the blanket in his lap, Sanji says, “I’m really okay.” Judge used to send him away without dinner all the time, for any little thing. It was a punishment Sanji actually preferred, because it was the only one that didn’t leave him bruised or bleeding. Hunger pains are like an old friend to him. 

“Nope,” Luffy says suddenly, and leans forward and scoops Sanji right out of the bed. “There’s not a ton of rules on my ship, but the ones we do have are super important. And this rule even belongs to you—no skipping meals, shitheads!” 

He adopts a low, slightly husky drawl for that last part, like he’s imitating someone. Sanji is too preoccupied with being picked up, clutching at Luffy’s shoulder and the front of his shirt, to wonder much about that.

“Put me down, please,” he blurts, barely clinging to the manners that were sometimes his only saving grace in Vinsmoke Castle, even though he really wants to flail and shout and kick until he’s dropped or tossed away. Bigger people make him nervous. Bigger people grabbing him makes him nearly black out with fear. 

But Luffy just laughs, and it’s a warm, ringing sound. He doesn’t seem like he’s going to listen. And it’s actually not that frightening, after all, being held up by him.  

“Can’t,” he declares. “Chopper said you weren’t allowed to get up, which means I have to carry you.” 

“The reindeer said you were the captain,” Sanji says suspiciously.

“I am the captain. That means I’m not the doctor, or the shipwright, or the navigator, or the cook. I can’t do any of those things that my nakama can do, that’s why they’re so important. That’s why what Chopper says goes!” 

He tosses Sanji up playfully and catches him, the way Sanji has seen guests do with their children sometimes. Luffy’s not big and burly like the deckhands on The Orbit are, but he’s strong. His slim arms feel safe. 

Outside, Sanji has to squint through the late afternoon sunlight, lifting a hand to shade his eyes. They’re on the second story of a grand ship deck, coming down the stairs at a brisk clip.

From their seat on a rope swing, the reindeer themself wails, “Luffy! I said he had to stay in bed!” 

“Huh? I didn’t hear that part,” Luffy calls back blithely, everything he just told Sanji about listening to his crewmates tossed out on its ear. “We need food! Nami, the fridge!” 

“Yes, yes,” a tangerine-haired woman says, sounding put-upon. She folds the paper she’s reading and sets it aside. When her eyes fall on Sanji, she smiles in a way that transforms her whole face. “Hi, there. Iva said you’d be a little confused until the hormones wore off. Do you know me?”

Sanji doesn’t know Iva and he doesn’t know what hormones she’s talking about, but he likes her smile. Everyone on the deck is smiling at him, like they’re happy to see him. He doesn’t understand. No one has been happy to see him since his mom died. 

Behind the tangerine-haired woman, there’s a skeleton in a feather boa, strumming absently on a guitar. The bare skull where his face should be is wearing a rictus grin and heart-shaped sunglasses. 

It should be a frightening thing to see. Instead, it simply makes everything else make perfect sense. 

Oh, Sanji realizes, the worry and confusion in his heart finally settling. This is a dream. 

“Guess not,” the woman is saying to a man with a long nose and lots of curly dark hair piled up in a bun, since Sanji never answered her. 

“It’s only temporary,” the man replies earnestly, though he sounds a little anxious himself. “We’ll have him back to normal before you know it!”

“We’d better,” a green-haired man says dryly. “If Franky cooks for us again, I may throw myself overboard.”

“Oy! I make boats, not fancy five-course dinners!” 

“I can,” Sanji starts to say, forgetting himself. He stops abruptly, covering his mouth with one hand, but it’s too late. Everyone’s already looking at him again. But if it’s a dream, and they’re all dream people, then they won’t mind if he talks out of turn. Testing the waters, he continues carefully, “I can make dinner.”

“You can?” Chopper, the reindeer, asks like it’s some amazing feat. “But you’re so little! You already knew how to cook when you were this little?”

“I’m almost nine,” Sanji says importantly. “That’s practically almost a teenager. That’s almost grown-up.”

“Almost, almost, almost,” a tall woman with a curtain of shimmery black hair murmurs, her voice rich with laughter and openly affectionate. 

“Naaamiii,” Luffy whines, unlike Judge or Chas or any other authority figure Sanji has ever met. “Fridge!”

“Well, get a move on then!” she says, turning him by the shoulders and propelling him forward to one of the doors by the stairs. A bunch of the others start to follow, but a sharp look from the green-haired man causes them to stay behind and glare mulishly at him instead. 

Even Nami doesn’t linger after unlocking the fridge. She swipes a snack from inside, something in a delicate little crystal dessert cup, then tousles Luffy’s hair playfully, then touches Sanji’s cheek like she’d like to tell him something, but doesn’t know how to make him understand. Then she goes, the galley door swinging shut behind her. 

Luffy sits Sanji down on the counter and stands back with his hands on his hips. 

“I may not be a cook, but my brothers and I grew up by ourselves most of the time and we didn’t always have someone around to make meals for us,” he declares. “Before Ace went away, he made sure I wouldn’t starve. There’s like three whole things I know how to make really well! So Sanji can tell me what to do, and I’ll do it. What should we cook?”

The name Ace causes a tender pang in Sanji’s chest that he doesn’t understand. It makes him want to check on Luffy and make sure he’s okay, even though he’s standing right in front of Sanji, beaming ear to ear. 

He kicks his dangling feet back and forth, glancing around the big kitchen, with its spotless counters and hand-stitched dish towels and the pink apron hanging from one of the cabinet handles. It’s a kitchen that belongs in a home. 

He looks back up at Luffy. 

“What was your favorite thing to cook with your brothers?”

Barbecued alligator isn’t a viable option for half a dozen reasons, but there’s dark meat chicken in the fridge that will make a neat substitution. Luffy is hapless but enthusiastic. Sanji doesn’t actually trust him with an open flame so once the chicken is seasoned it goes in a big dish to bake in the commercial-sized oven. 

The entire kitchen is messy somehow even though they didn’t even use the whole thing. Sanji’s face hurts from smiling. 

“I hope you like it,” he says, twisting the dial on a funny tomato-shaped timer. “But you don’t have to eat it if it’s bad.”

Luffy boosts himself up to sit on the counter beside Sanji. Lifting a big bowl of fresh fruits into his lap, he picks out a lychee and begins peeling it with deft fingers.

“Sanji is amazing,” he says plainly. “He’s the best cook in all the Blues and the whole Grand Line. He made a cake so yummy that it stopped a crazy rampage once. I’m really glad he’s mine.”

Reaching over, he takes Sanji’s hand. It’s small and fragile in Luffy’s grasp, and covered in scars, but the young captain doesn’t say anything about any of that.

He puts the peeled lychee in Sanji’s palm, a perfect shining little moon. 

“Sanji can’t make anything bad,” Luffy says, utterly certain. “His hands are good.”

It has to be a dream. Most people only get one big miracle in their lives, if they’re lucky, and Sanji had his already—the chance to run to freedom, granted to him by his sister in an uncharacteristic act of kindness he still doesn’t understand.

There’s no way a place like this could really exist, full of people who smile warmly at Sanji and touch him without hurting him, who worry about him when he’s sick and miss him while he’s gone. 

Sanji hopes he remembers all of it when he wakes up. 

For now he mumbles shyly, “Can we cook together some more?” 

‘Together’ ends up meaning together-with-everybody as the rest of the crew refuses to be left out for much longer. Even the green-haired man slinks inside the dining hall eventually. He doesn’t help at all with the tricky lemon blueberry icebox cake that Usopp stubbornly insisted on, but he gamely tastes whatever gets pushed his way. The kitchen becomes even more of a mess than it was before, and there’s flour everywhere and sticky blueberry sauce all over Sanji’s hands, but he hasn’t laughed this much since he was little. Since he could still run off to mom’s room and climb into her big soft bed and curl up with her arms around him, while she told him stories that made the world seem like a smaller, kinder place. 

These people don’t make the world seem smaller. They make it seem huge. And Sanji isn’t afraid of it. He doesn’t want to hide. He wants to see the whole thing. 

He wants them to be there when he finds All Blue. He thinks maybe he can really, actually find it, if all of them come with him. 

(Two nights later, Sanji wakes up overheated and extremely cramped in a bunk not built for two grown men. He bites back a groan at what feels like the remains of a bad hangover and cranes his neck to see who is sprawled out over him like an inconvenient blanket. 

Of course it’s his captain, the overgrown kid snoring away with his arms tucked around Sanji’s middle. 

Little shit, he thinks, beginning the careful process of extracting himself. He manages to slip out of bed without waking the younger boy up, scowling without real ire at the shameless way Luffy stretches out in his sleep to fully commandeer the whole bunk. Did he have a bad dream? Sanji wonders a second later. 

He untangles the blanket and covers his captain with it properly. Lighting a cigarette, a brief flicker of fire in the dark quarters, Sanji lingers just long enough to push a hand through Luffy’s hair. 

Whatever happened, it’s nothing a good meal won’t fix.)

#one piece #opfic #black leg sanji #monkey d luffy #nakamaship #my writing #prompt #anonymous #op #yes so this one got away from me #i say to absolutely no one's surprise

[mzladyd]

~ Extra Curricular Studies ~

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐰 𝐱 fem! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

[For our broody but sexy man. 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙻𝚊𝚠 ♡]

Summary A/U: Everything seems to be smooth sailing, until a grey eyed man shambles your world and turns it upside down.

Genre: smut (18+ minors and ageless blogs DNI)

Content Warning: alcohol consumption, bondage, ball gag/nipple clamps, cussing, unprotected sex, overstimulation, fingering/oral (fem receiving), orgasm (both parties).

A/N: This is my very first time ever writing a fan fic and what better way than for @lawscorazon 1k collab! I have enjoyed reading your work so so much! Thank you for letting me participate. If y’all like it annnd if you want more of this A/U I have a bit more brewing in my noggin. Feel free to like, comment, critique and reblog! I hope you all enjoy this as much as I have enjoyed writing It ♡

Word Count: 11k

I also have a suggestion! When the spicy scene goes to the bedroom please listen to Daddy-By Ramsey ♡

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Everything that happens in person’s life tends to bring them to certain circumstances that shapes their path. In more cases than none, we don’t understand the path we are on is of importance until the crossroad connects and we pick the one that changes everything in an instant.

It was the last class of the day and a content sigh escape from inside you. The happiness you felt that the day was almost over with radiated through your body as you were so ready to start your weekend. You could literally feel the comfortable clothes against your skin at the mere thought of it.

Feeling the sun bare down on your soft skin in a warm embrace, the gentle breeze that followed behind it made the unruly heat somewhat bearable.

A month has almost passed since you started school at the university, and everything seemed to fall back into place like it always did. The typical jitters of hoping you weren’t going through all of this for naught had finally subsided as well as finally knowing where your classes were so you could stop entering the wrong class every damn day.

You always enjoyed school, socializing with friends and learning as much as your knowledge hungry mind could consume. You decided years ago that you wanted to make a name for yourself as well as help people in their time of need.

To become a doctor was a big responsibility for you, and you understood that you had to sacrifice a huge part of your social life in order to be successful.

You weren't truly happy about that part but understood what it was going to cost and what the rewards were going to be once completing the Mount Everest of a task. You had always been fascinated how the body worked, from as early as a child you would beg your mom to buy medical books so that you could study and learn what made people operate and function.

The memory of your mom’s appalled expression when pointing out where her “wienus” was clearly knowing It wasn’t the true name would always be a core memory. Chuckling at the thought, you walked into your class and set your book bag down on the empty seat next to you and got comfy for the day’s lesson.

Watching the classroom slowly fill with people, the grunting sound of the sleepy face moss head known as Zoro caught your attention. Observing him aimlessly as he slumped down in his seat with a big yawn, the chair creaked loudly as it tried to hold his massive frame. He was a fine being to look at, but his cocky attitude and overall disinterest in anything but working out and being the best at his sports gave you little to no interests for as long as you known him.

Following close behind him, the familiar freckled face known as Ace greeted him with a punch to the arm in greeting before slumping into his seat next to him. Two fine ass men you only admired from afar.

"Oi!!! Y/N!!!"

Darting your attention away from the two and up to the classroom door, you smiled at the sight of Luffy, Sanji and Usopp waving at you as they walked past the class door. Making a silly face at them, you smiled and waved back before the sudden vibration of phone pulled your attention away from them. Picking up your phone, you saw that there were multiple messages back-to-back.

"Y/N! Y/N!! Y/N!!!" Perplexed at the urgency, you leaned back in your chair and began to type your best friend back.

"Yes Nami??" Not even a second later her message came through.

"There you are!! You won't believe who I just saw!"

Lightly biting your bottom lip, your brow rose slightly as you tried to think of whom she was referring to. Half of the people you went to high school with were scattered all around the campus, along with many new faces. Brows furrowing together, you began to type your reply but was interrupted by a sudden clearing of the throat.

Glancing up slowly, your eyes met with a familiar set of grey orbs. His expression was his regular unamused "why do I have to be here" bleak distaste in anything that always piqued your interest. Ever since you first witnessed the being known as Trafalgar D. Law, you instantly wanted to consume your thoughts with this man – who he was, what was his story, all the way down to thoughts that made your insides flutter like bats trapped in a cave ready to escape.

Looking him over, the energy that expelled from him had a sense of confidence with a low vibration of something even more mysterious. He towered over you as he looked down at you, a slight smirk forming his smooth pink lips. His stature was lean, but the defiant athletic muscles flexed lightly as he held onto his book bag. His black button up shirt was slightly unbuttoned at the top allowing you to see a bit of a tattoo design that tried to peak out. Taking in his Greek God appearance, your eyes finally made contact with his once more as his dark brows began to knit together in impatience.

"Are you going to just keep staring or can I sit?" He tossed his book bag on the floor next to the desk.

"Kinda need it, seeing how it's the only chair available." His voice was deep and smooth as he spoke to you, causing another flutter of bats to hit the inside of your stomach with even more of a vigorous force.

"Oh. Yeah. So-Sorry." you shyly mumbled as you grabbed your belongings and set them on the floor next to you.

You couldn't believe that Law was even here; you hadn't seen him in two years and assumed he was completely done with school. You thought you could end your schoolgirl crush once and for all that day you walked across the stage for graduation, but in a hilarious twist of fate, oh how wrong you were.

You had dreamed countless of times how you wanted to give yourself to the broody guy that shared classes with you throughout the years, but because of your lack of confidence, the idea of making such a bold move had been doused out quicker than a bucket of water to a campfire.

Leaning back in your chair, you brought your attention towards the front of the class as he sat next to you, leaning into you slightly as he shifted to get his note pad from his bag. The sudden earthy tone scent of his natural aroma hit your senses and made you melt into your seat. Your mind silently screaming at the nearness of him causing you to bite your lower lip to muffle any sounds that dared to escape.

As he rested his arms onto the desk, you noticed the new tattoos that splayed across his knuckles, hands and both forearms. You squinted your eyes slightly to try and read what he knuckles said. Sensing your eyes on his hands, he twirled his pen between his fingers playfully causing you to jerk your attention away from them and back up to his face.

Even though he was sitting down, he still towered over you. Gone were the boyish features and what replaced him was a smoldering man who radiated so much intellect, mystery and sex appeal it made you shift uneasily in your chair as you clenched your legs together. Feeling your constant gaze upon him, he looked down at you from the corner of his eye, a coy smirk formed across his pink lips yet again allowing his white teeth to gleam.

"Someone sure loves to gawk..." his voice rumbled deeply as he whispered to you.

Opening your mouth to justify your staring, the sudden clearing of your professor’s voice boomed into your mind releasing you from the infatuated grip that had its hold on you.

"I don't gawk." You mumbled under your breath in a weak attempt to defend your ego, but really could he honestly blame you?!

Shifting in your seat, you took a deep breath in and let it out slowly as you tried to concentrate on the assignment, but the constant arousing thoughts that ran through your mind had better plans for you today. This was going to be the longest year of your life, thanks to Trafalgar bursting through your cozy, introverted bubble.

The lessons went as smoothly as it could. Between trying to pay attention to the professor's topic and ignoring the heated tension you were creating all on your own by sitting next to Law, it amazed you that you were able to accomplish anything that period.

"Ok students, this project is going to be a partner assignment. It's an extra credit to your semester grade and will be a big plus to help you pass this semester. Seeing how the class is full, I am going to partner you guys with the person you are sitting next too."

Hearing the happy whispers of getting stuck with their friends and some groans, you couldn't help but instantly stiffen at the professor’s words.

"Get to know your study buddy next to you, because they will be a big part of getting you the grade you need to pass. Remember - team work, makes the dream work!" The teacher annoyingly outstretched his hands in a "you can do it!!" manner.

"I will leave you guys to it for the rest of this class, discuss what parts you will play in this project." Nodding his head to everyone, the professor walked to his desk and began to prep for tomorrow’s lessons, leaving the rest of us to "bond" with our new study buddy.

Leaning back in his chair, Law brought his attention to you. "So, your place or mine?" The bold statement made your eyes bulge out as you tried to respond but just end up looking like a fish gasping on air.

Seeing you completely lose the rest of the composure you had left; Law couldn't help but eat it up. He remembered you in high school and secretly enjoyed admiring you from afar. You weren't like the rest of the girls that would make him lose interest quick. You were different, but he never really wanted to be the weirdo that randomly approached you. He stuck to himself and had very few friends because he wanted it that way. In all reality, it was better that way. You usually hung out with a rowdy group of friends that made you stick out like a sore thumb due to the fact you were the quietest one in the group, but somehow you fit in perfectly.

Looking at you now after the few years of being out of high school, he noticed that you still were as beautiful as the day he saw you - Perfect lips, stunning "Y/C" eyes and soft skin that made him wonder what it would feel like to drag his teeth across it. Checking out your body now, his eyes took in the supple curves you had, your crossed legs, all the way down to the little pooch of your stomach as you sat in your chair. Tilting his head to the side, he looked back up at your wide-eyed expression and gave his best devilish grin.

"Ex-excuse me?” You squeaked out a small response. Sitting by Law was one thing but being ALONE with him was a completely different story all together.

Taking a deep breath, you squared your shoulders and sat up straight to give him the best confident smile you could muster up.

"I- I am not picky, I can go to your place." You gave him a nonchalant expression, hoping that your nerves weren't showing.

"Nami usually has the gang over throughout the week. With Luffy being on a whole different level of loud, Usopp always fixing stuff and Sanji pestering us with food, we won’t be able to concentrate." You shook your head slightly at the horde you had at home, but one you wouldn’t choose to be without.

Bringing your attention back up to him, the way he studied your face meticulously made you start to feel somewhat self-conscious. Seeing the flicker of curiosity in his eyes, you realized you just sealed your fate with that statement as a playful gleam began to shine in his eyes.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen." The professor's voice interrupting the two of you before Law could reply.

"Class is dismissed don't forget to stay on top of this assignment. I want to hear of what you two come up with by tomorrow and whether or not it's going to be acceptable."

Once dismissed, you stood up quickly, grabbed your belongings from the desk, and began to shove them in your bag. Your hair curtaining your face to hopefully shield your reddened cheeks from Law. As he got up from his spot, the earthy smell from him hit your senses again in an intoxicating hug, causing your hands to shake slightly as you struggled to zip up your damn bag. Reaching out towards you, Law placed his hand on yours and took the bag from you.

"I have to run into work after school for a little bit," His long slender fingers zipped up your bag with ease before holding it out towards you, his eyes still gleaming with a mischievous glow.

"Meet at my place around seven?" Taking your bag from him, you slid it onto your shoulder as he held out a ripped piece of paper towards you. Accepting it from him, you held it close to your chest as you finally brought your eyes up to him.

"See you tonight Y/N." He brought his hand up to your face and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before walking off.

Walking through the hallway, your mind buzzed with excited thoughts of what just happened and what will continue tonight. Pinching your bottom lip between your pointer finger and thumb, you stepped out of the building and made your way aimlessly throughout the courtyard.

Feeling the vibration of your phone ringing, it instantly snapped you back to reality as you dug It out of your pocket and placed it to your ear.

"Hi Nami, I am..."

"WHERE WERE YOU?!! Nami's loud voice cut you off before you could explain yourself.

“You ghosted me for over an hour! Did you get my messages? I saw Law!! I thought he moved away?" You appreciated your best friend’s nonstop chatter as you leaned up against a shady tree to gather your thoughts. Tilting your head back against the hard bark, you snorted out a small laugh at how completely wrong you both were at that assumption.

"I know. He's in my class." You bit your lip as you waited for her reply; your cheeks slowly growing pink at the confession.

Her end went eerily silent for a moment as she processed what you just said. “Where are you? I am sitting under the gazebo; hurry, I want to hear everything!" Before you could say another word, Nami hung up the phone which was your queue to hurry the hell up and get to her.

Making your way through the different crowds of students, you finally made your way up to where Nami was sitting. The golden rays of sunshine flowed through her hair, almost making her look ethereal. Her hair dancing around her like flames as the wind blew through it. The outfit for today was a green romper that held her supple curves in all the right places. Her long legs were crossed as she leaned into the table. Elbows resting on the hard wood, she lazily skimmed through her phone as she waited for you. Spotting you walking up to her, she set her phone down on the table and smacked her hands down.

"Tell. Me. EVERYTHING!" Her honey brown eyes sparkled with excitement as you sat down next to her.

Feeling the rosy tickle of your skin getting warm, you placed your cool hands on either side of your face and tried to think of how you were going to eliminate the billion questions she was about to ask. Taking in a deep breath, you instantly let out the pent-up emotions that you held in for the past hour.

"Yes, Law is in my class. When you were texting me, I didn’t notice him walking up, hence the reason why I didn’t text you back, so...” As the rushing waves of excitement flowed out of you, you told every last detail to Nami. From the class being full and Law having to sit next you, to your professor’s hilarious idea of everyone working with partners. It wasn’t to say you didn’t want to work with Law, you truly dreamed of this day. It was the fact that working with a man you’ve had a crush on secretly for so long was nerve-wracking.

“…Now Law is my "study buddy" for this semester due to the assignment and I have to meet him at his house tonight to go over it, because our house is loud.” You let out a gasp-like sigh as the last bit of air left you from your blur of words.

Taking in a shaky breath, an anxious smile spread across your face as you waited for her reply. Nami simply sat there and stared at you. Her mouth hung slightly a jar as she stared at you stunned, the wheels obviously turning in her head as she tried to process what you just said. What seemed like an eternity really only lasted for a brief second, the sound of Nami’s excited cheer rang around the both of you. Grabbing onto you quickly, she pulled you into a big ass hug and began to rock you from side to side tightly.

"FINALLY!!" She yelled out ecstatically before pulling you away to look at you for a moment then bringing you back into her for an even bigger hug. Your cheek smushing into her shoulder as she did so.

Not hearing them over the commotion from Nami, Luffy, Sanji and Usopp walked up to the gazebo to join the two of you. Pushing yourself away from Nami’s shoulder, you rubbed your nose slightly in irritation before looking at the group that walked up to the two of you.

They were your little group of misfits who became more like an additional family- Watching Usopp tell one of his tall-tale stories, Luffy chomping down on a piece of jerky from his pocket, and Sanji making googly eyes at Nami. Glancing at all of them, your heart couldn't be happier to call this group yours.

"You guys won’t believe what happened to our little friend here." Nami nudged you from your happy thought and brought you back to reality. Looking at the group of guys, your face instantly turned red.

"Shut up Nami!" you hissed through clenched teeth.

Tucking his unlit cig behind his ear, Sanji slid in-between the two of you. Throwing one arm around Nami and the other around you, he began to look back and forth between you both.

"Ooo Gossip about our Y/N." He wiggled his curly brows before winking at you.

"Do tell, Nami dear." He purred happily in curiosity, the smell of cigarettes and cologne radiated from Sanji as he brought you both closer to him.

"Sanjil!" Nami groaned in annoyance.

"Hands!!!!" She smacked his hand off her shoulder before pulling away from his heavy arm. Standing up, Nami looked at the guys before bringing her attention back onto you.

"We don't have time to discuss it, we’ll meet you guys at the apartment; We have some much-needed shopping to do before tonight!" Nami's wide Cheshire cat smile went from ear to ear as she grabbed your hand and pulled you from your spot under Sanjis arm.

With a slight pout of his bottom lip, Sanji let out a defeated sigh and shrugged.

"I can hold off on cooking dinner then until you guys get back." Sanji's puppy dog eyes always made your heart smile at the over romantic man. One day he will make a woman extremely happy.

"But Saaaanjil!!" Luffy groaned in protest. "I am hungry now!!”

"Yeah, Sanj you said you were going to make your Seafood Risotto after class!!" Usopp chimed in and slumped his shoulders as he began to whine back.

“Yeah!! That’s why I didn’t get a third serving at lunch.” Luffy clutched at his stomach and laid back on the table of the gazebo as if he were dying.

"Will you two shut the hell up!!" Sanji spat out in frustration at the two men making fools of themselves. "You will eat when the ladies eat and like it!!" Glaring at the two, he brought his eyes back up to the two of you.

"No need to worry Sanj, we will pick up something on the go, not sure when we will get back to the house." Nami started to pull you away from the gazebo and began to head towards the parking lot.

 Grabbing your keys out of your pocket, you tossed them towards Sanji. Quicker than a rubber-band pop, Luffy's long arm caught the keys before Sanji had a chance to even pick up his hand.

"Take my car home would you Luff? And please don't do anything stupid with it..." You gave him a pleading look before turning your attention to Nami.

"Sweet! Don’t worry “Y/N” you can count on me!” Sticking his tongue out at the guys, Luffy began to dangle the keys in their faces.

“Race you to the house, last one there coughs up $100!!!" Luffy shouted with glee before running off to your car causing the other two to look at each other for a brief moment then followed him in a quick pursuit. Sighing out in defeat you followed Nami to her ride as your mind began to buzz with what was in store for you.

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Hearing the soft raps of knuckles hitting the door as it slowly opened, the smell of Sanji’s cooking surrounded you in a mouth-watering touch as it began to waft through the room.

“My darlings din…” Sanji’s soft voice was cut short as his eyes landed on you.

The smokey eye Nami had created made “Y/E color” pop and gave you a sultry look compared to the tom boy style you were used too.

“Y/N…..” Sanji’s words got stuck in the middle of his throat as he took on your appearance.

From your head all the way down to your toes, the clothing fit your form and brought out the best of your figure. Bringing his attention to your face, his mouth hung slightly gapping as your hair flowed around you in a soft curtain, your eyes shimmering like deep pools of wonder as you looked at him.

Feeling his eyes roam all over your body, your brows furrowed together in a concerned expression as you began to look at your outfit wondering what the hell he was staring at.

“Sanji your nose is going to bleed if you don’t stop gawking…” Nami’s words cut through his thoughts making him stand up straight and clear his throat.

“Ehrmm..uhh..Din-Dinner is ready.” He shifted on his feet and leaned against the door frame, his toned muscular arms crossing over his chest. Nodding up at you, an odd smirk formed his now composed face.

“What is with the sudden dress up?” His blue eyes scanned between the two of you for a moment before landing on you permanently.

“Y/N has finally snagged herself a man!” Nami nudged you with her elbow before walking over to your vanity that nestled against the wall.  

“Do you remember her crush Law in high school? Well, our little quiet one here is meeting with him tonight at his house.” Nami wiggled her eyebrows at you while she fluffed out her long mane of hair in the mirror, her honey brown eyes looked down and noticed the now empty small black and pink bag she had handed to you earlier.

“Oh!? So, you DID retire the mismatch comfort for the evening.” Nami picked up the empty bag, which used to contain the new bra and underwear she gave you, and shimmied it in her hands, clearly thrilled that you decided to wear that instead of your usual sports bra and boxer underwear.

Looking over to Sanji you hoped he didn’t understand what Nami was talking about, but the glazed stary-eyed mess that contorted his face as he looked at the bag then quickly to your figure, answered your question.

“Sanji!” You threw the bag at him, hitting him square in the chest.

“Eyes!!” You snapped as you walked over to the bed and plopped down. Leaning over you tossed your hair over your shoulder as you bent down to grab your boots and began to put them on.

“It’s not a date; I didn’t “snag” him. It’s LITERALLY us studying so we don’t fail this stupid semester. Nothing more!” You narrowed your eyes at Nami’s smug smile.

“Trafalgar Law?” Sanji’s expression went back to normal as the distaste of the man’s name was undeniable in his tone. “I thought he moved? I don’t think it’s a good idea to go over there Y/N.”

An unfamiliar fixated expression formed across Sanji’s face that you didn’t usually see directed to you. Nami? Yes. Every other hot woman that passed by him? Most definitely! But you? Never!

He would rather throw a pillow at you to distract you from winning the video game or pat your head in an “atta boy” fashion for learning a new recipe then to ever see you in that way…Right?

Nibbling on your lower lip, the weird feeling and all this fuss was causing you to get a slight headache - no thanks to Nami.

Standing up from your bed, you walked over to your desk, grabbed your book bag and made your way to your door.

“Yes, Trafalgar Law. Obviously he didn’t move away and like I said for the hundredth time…It’s just a study night.”

Gazing up at him as he blocked you from exiting your room, you clenched your jaw in frustration and crossed your arms over your chest to match his brooding energy.

“Sanji, stop being an overbearing brut; she’s going to be fine! I want to know all the dirty deets when you get back though, Y/N.”

Snapping your attention to Nami, you shook your head in disbelief before pushing past Sanji and making your way to the living room where Usopp and Luffy were stuffing their faces.

Two set of eyes slowly looked away from the tv and brought their full attention on you.

“Oi, Y/N, why do you look like a girl?” Luffy said through a mouth full of food.

“Yeah, Y/N, you smell really good too!” Usopp closed his eyes and breathed in your perfume, his long nose wiggling a bit in appreciation.

“She has a date tonight.” Sanji said as Nami and him made their way into the living room, clearly unamused with the thought.

Shaking your head, you laughed as you looked at the group and shrugged. “I give up. I have to go it’s getting late.”

Walking up to Sanji as he stood in your way again of leaving the apartment; you looked up at him with a glare. Your hand coming up to poke him square in the chest with your finger.

“Save me a plate before these two eat it all.” You glanced over to the pair on the couch before bringing your attention back to Nami and him.

“I will be back later.” Walking around Sanji, you waved bye to everyone and made your way out of the apartment and to your car. This was not a date; you were just going to have a calm, chill night of studying and nothing more.

If that was the case, then why were your nerves slowly starting to get the best of you as you slid into the driver seat and made your way out of the complex.

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Fifteen minutes later, you park your car at Law’s apartment and began to scan the grey buildings like a deer in headlights. Both hands holding onto the steering wheel, you sat there contemplating how all this came into fruition.

Everything that happened in your life leading up to today’s events brought you to this moment, right now. Leaning back into your seat the amusing thought came to you. If someone would have come to you a few years ago and told you that you were going to be outside Trafalgar Law’s apartment one day; You would have laughed out loud and told them to stop playing.

Taking in a deep breath, you let it out slowly before grabbing a hold of your book bag and headed towards his apartment.

The night air held a soft whisper within it as autumn made its presence known that it was near. Rubbing your hands over your arms, you weren’t sure if the bumps were due to the wind, or your excitement was getting the best of you.  Walking through the complex, you realized the vast three-story luxury buildings seemed to settle in a perfect circle around the complex pool. The light grey buildings shined like illuminating stars from the people that contently dwelled within them. Gawking at the luxurious apartments, you were glad you chose his place rather than yours.

Not that your place wasn’t comfy and cozy, but it was definitely more along the lines of the stereotypical college dorm apartments. These apartments though, where meant for doctors, lawyers and anyone who had a good chunk of change to afford them.

Reaching the final step of the third floor, you let out a heavy sigh as you momentarily try to gather your bearings and compose yourself by taking deep and steady breaths. You weren’t prepared for the mini cardio workout you just self-inflected.

Shifting the book bag back onto your shoulder, you began to head down the outside corridor to his apartment door. Breathless, shaky, and a complete nervous wreck, you finally made it up to his apartment and lift the small doorknocker. Holding onto the small metal ring, you square your shoulders, lift your chin in confidence, and threw caution to the wind as you knocked on the door.

Biting the inside of your cheek to ease your nerves, you listen intently as the footsteps from the other side of the door grew closer. Two quick clicks of locks and the door open, the bats in your stomach that had been dormant this whole-time woke in a vigor as you brought your eyes up to look at Law.

He wore the same loose button up shirt he had on earlier, only now itwas halfway button allowing you to see more of the tattoo design on his expose chest. Placing his hand on the doorframe, the sleeves of the shirt were rolled up to his elbows, teasing a glimpse of the muscles and veins that splayed underneath his tattoos.

Fuck this can’t be real, you thought to yourself as you stood there.

“Hello little miss gawker.” His warm voice had a playful tone to it as he looked at you. Grey eyes held a peculiar gleam that made your skin break out in goosebumps as he looked you over, clearly enjoying the view in front of him.

“I don’t gawk.” Your arms crossed over your chest, as your eyes darted to the apartment behind him. 

“Are you going to let me in or are we just going to study in the damn doorway?” You tried your best to channel Nami’s “no shit given” attitude and hope you weren’t failing miserably at it.

Surprised at your sudden boost of confidence, a sly smirk formed his stunning features. Watching you he licked his lips before nodding his head back.

“After you…” He pursed his lips as he placed his back against the door and pushed it open a little more to allow you to walk in, the action causing you to rub up against him as you made your way inside.

Laws apartment wasn’t anything like you had imagined - High vaulted ceilings gave a cathedral effect as the Oakwood beams connected to a point in the living room. Black tile floors flowed from the entranceway, throughout the hallway, kitchen and stopped before you got to the cream plush carpet in the living room.

Setting your bag down on one of the cozy bar stools, you made your way into the living room and looked out one of the large windows. The sunset was breathtaking as the fall trees started to shine its radiant colors; the rays of the sunshine that flowed through them gave an illusion as if they were glowing. The view from his third story apartment was peaceful, with dogs running around the little park and people sitting by the fire pits that nestled on opposite sides of the pool, you could easily see yourself sitting here all day long, laid out on the grey chase lounge and getting lost in a book.

Feeling eyes on you, you brought your attention over to Laws intense gaze. As if your eye contact beckoned him, he began to slowly walk up to you, his expression took on more of a mischievous gleam as his eyes locked on yours.

Eyes growing wide as he stopped in front of you. He brought his hand up to your face and brushed away a small lash that had fallen upon your cheek. Closing your eyes at his soft touch, you didn’t realize that your body went into autopilot as you began to lean forward into him.

“Hungry?” His gruff voice cut into your thoughts, making you finally let out the breath you were holding in.

“Wh-what?” You looked up at him not really computing the words that came from his mouth.

“Are…You…Hungry?” Law jokingly mimicked sign language signs with his hands as he spoke slower to you. Somewhat taken aback at his sense of humor, you instinctively pushed him softly and shook your head laughing. A playful smile formed his chiseled face as he touched his arm where you pushed him.

“I made onigiri and grilled blackened fish. We can eat and then get started on the assignment.”

Walking away from you, you brought your hand to your face and touch where his fingers had been. The tingle of his flesh still imbedded on your skin causing another chill to run down your spine. Your core that was inside you began to ignite with a feeling you only had when it was late at night and you were in bed touching yourself to thoughts of him.

“Y-yeah, Sounds good!” You smiled softly, making your way into the kitchen to join him.

As glorious as the living room was, the kitchen had to be the one of your dreams. Black night quartz marble counter tops, with grey and black backsplash that accented the counters perfectly. Walking up to the cozy bar stool, you set your bag on the floor and sat on the chair.

“What do you do for a living?” You ask as you look around the kitchen with it’s matching cathedral ceilings.

You cross one leg over the other and leaned into the cool marble top. Looking up at you slightly through thick lashes, Law shrugged nonchalantly as he turned around to get the plates.

“I decided to work at the local hospital for a bit, to get my experience in. A close friend of mine put a good word in for me there. They really enjoy my work ethics and want me to get my doctorate, so I went back to school.” His matter-of-fact tone made you smile as you shook your head in wonder.

“Rumor has it, you moved away because you were done with this place?” Frowning at that thought, you quickly replace it with a smile as he looked back up at you.

“Nah, you can’t get rid of me that quickly.” He winked at you before walking to his wine rack.

“Care for a glass? Figure it will help our creative flow with the assignment.” He jiggled the glass in his hand in a tempting manner. Biting your lower lip, you held up one finger.

“Only one, I have to drive home.” Giving you a small salute with his tattooed index and middle fingers, he poured you and him a glass before sliding yours to you. Taking a sip out of his glass, he brought his attention back to the food preparations.

Picking up the delicate wine glass, you took a slow sip from the red liquid and hum blissfully at the taste. The rich flavors dance upon your pallet before it slides down your throat, warming your chest and stomach as it went down.

Law’s attitude seemed to have changed from what you had always been used to seeing. Gone was the boy you only knew as antisocial and what replaced him was a man who was full of life, mystery and wonder. He was in his element, his happy place, where he could let everything that was bothering him go. This new view of him made you want to get to the core of who he was even more then before and you’ll be damned if you were going to bail on finding out now.

Full stomachs and two bottles of wine later, you lay upon the couch crying of laughter, your sides hurting from the lack of air that wasn’t going through them.

“It wasn’t like that!! I seriously had issues with any sport.”

Taking a long swig of his glass, he finishes the rest of the red liquid as a smile spread across his wine-stained lips. “Oh we all knew, the fact you hit the volley ball and it knocked that pink-haired kid clear out. What was his name? Corey? Ko…Koby!!”

Law leaned forward placing his glass on the table in front of the couch.

 “Him being put on a stretcher and rushed out of the gym room will forever be etched in my brain.” Law’s smile spreads across his chiseled face as another laugh escaped from him.

The deep husky sound of his laughter radiated around the two of you, making you hum softly as the wine took you into another mood.

“Poor Koby, heard he went into the Marines, so maybe I knocked some good sense into him?” You chuckle again before taking the last sip of your drink and putting the glass onto the table next to his.

Brining your attention from the table back to him, the moment your eyes met with his Law instantly leaned over and pulled you into a heated kiss. Startled by the sudden action, it took you a moment for your mind to register, but your body instantly knew what to do.

Grabbing onto the back of his head, you dug your nails into his soft raven black hair as you push yourself into him. Hearing a rumble of a groan come out from him, his tongue explored your mouth allowing you to taste every part of him. Pushing back into you more, a soft whimper escaped from you as his teeth dug into your bottom lip softly before he pulled away in a sucking motion. His cheeks were flushed with arousal, his eyes holding a deeper story of what he wanted.

Call it liquid courage or pent-up frustration from the years of wanting him; Once he was fully rested back into the couch, you straddled his lap and begin to take the very essence from his mouth as your lips moved with his in an intoxicating dance. Allowing you to be in charge for the moment, Law brought his massive hands down your back until they fell and cup your ass cheeks. Lifting them up he tightly squeezed them causing another moan to escape from your swollen lips.

Sucking on your bottom lip one more time, he pushed the both of you from his resting position on the couch and grabbed the hem of your soft shirt. In one swift motion, he lifted the shirt up and over your head and quickly tossed it to the side allowing his hands to have free range across your soft skin.

With one hand on the middle of your back, the other went to the back of your head and grabbed a hand full of your hair. Lightly tugging your head back to expose your soft skin of your neck to him. Completely out of your control now, Law brought the soft flesh of your neck to his warm lips. His goatee tickling your jugular as he trailed kisses along your neck.

Grazing his teeth along your jaw line and up the sensitive spot right below your earlobe, He kissed it softly before bringing his warm lips to your ear.  

“I want to feel you more…” His voice vibrated the inside of your ear as he whispered, causing a small gasp to escape your lips as an excited shiver ran down your spine.

“Will you be my good girl and let me have you?” Biting into your earlobe, your body ignited as if electricity ran through it.

“Ye-Yes….” Letting go of your hair, you brought your attention back to his face as your half-lidded eyes began to scan his handsome face. The grey of his eyes held specks of gold that splayed around his dilating pupils. Hearing your statement, a devilish smirk formed his lips before he leaned into you and nipped at your neck again.

“That’s my girl…” Lifting you up in one swift motion he placed his strong hands back on your ass, giving you all the access to his lips and neck as he walked to the bedroom.

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Laws room was just as extravagant as the rest of the apartment. The masculine aesthetic of the room was very stylish, extremely tidy but still had a comfortable vibe to it. Everything had a place where it belonged; from the clothes that hung in the closet, the clear sliding glass doors showed the outfits that were nestled in their perfect color-coded spot. The nightstand that held a few books and his glasses, to the bed that sat in the center of the room that was illuminated by lights that dwelled underneath the bed frame. It would be a bedroom Nami would kill to snoop through and see what goodies it held.

Hands digging into his soft black hair, you pushed your body into his as you kissed along his lips and jawline. The feel of his hands trailing down your body made your mind go crazy with desire as your bodies intertwined with one another.

Laying you on the bed, he pecked at your lips a few more times before standing up. The bed modeling around your form as you propped yourself up on your arms, your lustful gaze beaming with curiosity as you watched him.

“I want to try something with you.” He trailed off as he walked over to the dresser and began to rummage through the drawer. Finding what he was looking for he reached inside of it before looking over his shoulder to you.

“You trust me?”

The alluring smile that stayed on his face made you nod your head slowly in reply. Taking the object out of the drawer and closing it, he turned around and walked up back up to you. In his hands rested a bundle of crimson red rope.

“Its Shibari rope.” Law lightly grazed the rope with his thumb.

“Known to be the strongest rope to withstand any strength put against It.” Seeing the devious smile that formed on his face this time, your heart began to race with excitement.

Lifting his chin up, his eyes squinted slightly as he looked at you.  

“On your knees.” His voice became stern and direct as he commanded you to get into the position.

Swiftly getting up from your propped position, you sat down on your legs as you kneeled at the foot of the bed. Placing your hands on your lap, your breathing became shallow as he walked around the bed to get a few more things from his nightstand.

Rope in one hand, he pulled out a ball gag and nipple clamps before closing the drawer and walking back to stand in front of you. Setting the objects down on the bed he cupped your chin with his index finger and thumb and brought you in for kiss.

The kiss this time was soft and gentle, as if your lips were the most delicate thing he ever touched and tasted. You instantly melted at the feel of his warm lips and tongue that whirled against yours. As he pulled away your body went towards him, your lower lip forming into a pout as the cold air hit your face from his absence.

“Tch. Patience.” His tone became stern again causing your body to radiate with need. Fidgeting in your spot, your body began to buzz with excitement as the thought of what was about to happen settled in your mind. Closing your eyes, you silently thanked Nami for giving you the bra and panties.

Grey eyes intently focused on you, the light touches from his rough callused fingertips made your head tilt back as you enjoyed the feeling of his hands trailing along your body until they stopped at the clasp of the bra. In one swift motion, he unclasp your bra effortlessly with his skilled fingers.

Opening your eyes once more, they connected with his as he trailed both his long index fingers up to your shoulders and under your bra straps. Not taking his sultry gaze from you, he slowly brought the straps down your arms and pulled the dainty fabric off of you and tossed it to ground.

Blinking slowly, he brought his attention to your chest, his breathing began to go rugged as he took in the vulnerable sight that was in front of him. Cupping them both in his strong hands, he fell into a trance as he touched the soft tantalizing skin. His mouth going dry and cock growing hard as it began to press against the seam of his pants.

Shifting uncomfortably, he cleared his throat before letting go of your breast and grabbing a hold of the ball gag.

“Open.”

Completely out of your mind from the attention he was giving, you impulsively obliged and did as you were told. Opening your mouth, he took the ball and placed between your mouth.

“Close.”

Closing your mouth around the rubber ball, you lifted your chin up as he brushed your hair out of your face. Securing the strap at the base of your head, he stepped back a bit before squatting down at your eye level. His mesmerizing eyes trailed over your face and body as he admired the position that you were in.

“Perfect.” Reaching an arm out to you, he lightly touches the side of your neck before trailing his fingers softly down until they stopped in the middle of your chest. Lost in the moment, he closed his eyes for a moment as the feeling of your rapid heartbeat against his fingers sent an involuntary thrill through his body. Trying to gain his composure, he brought his intense gaze back onto you.

Lost in each other’s gaze, It was almost as if you could sense his thoughts and him yours. All the years of denying each other’s needs for fear of getting close or rejected. His guarded eyes grew soft as they peered into yours as they showed the starved man who craved for affection and acceptance.

Embracing this side of him, you let out a content sigh as your eyes smiled up at him. Taken a back at the change in your demeanor, he sucked in a quick breath and stepped closer to you. His dark brows furrowing together as his thoughts whirled frantically in his head.

Reaching out you touched his hand to calm his try and calm his thoughts. Looking down at your hand in his, he squeezed It reassuringly before looking back up with a playful sexy grin.  

“I need you to know this is all for you. You feel any discomfort, knock three times. Got it?” His dark brows furrowing together to show the seriousness of his request.

Quickly nodding at the dominant look that crossed his features, a little drool slipped from the side of your mouth due to the gag. Brining his hand to your face, he wiped it away before standing up from his crouched position.

“Good girl.”

Toying with you a bit more, he brought his hands down to your breast and slowly began to play with the sensitive skin again, his eyes fixated on your breast as he watched them with hunger.

Thumbs twirling over the sensitive nubs as he began to toy with you more, the ministrations of his action caused a slight moan to escape from around the gag as the pleasure overtook your body.

Bending down he placed his warm lips onto your breast and lightly kissed the skin before taking one your hard nipples into his mouth and twirling his tongue around it. The feel of It under his tongue made the bulge in his pants tighter as his cock grew more impatient in its restraint. Mind going feral, his body ached with anticipation of wanting to feel your tight pussy walls close firmly around his throbbing cock.

Groaning in frustration, he bit down on your areola causing you to moan out loudly against the gag as you pressed your breast into his mouth even more.

With a soft pop, he pulled his lips away from the swollen nub and went to the other, sucking on it hard and grazing his teeth around it. Lost in the sensation you run your hands through his hair as you push him into you more, your nails dig into his scalp with each twirl of his tongue.

Eyes rolling back at the sensation, it took everything for Law not to lose his self-control and take what he wanted. No, this isn’t about him right now, and such a forthright move would take out all the fun that was about to happen.

Withdrawing his face away from your breast, he narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue in a disapproving Tisk. “So quick to touch, I told you. It’s your time right now.” His eyes shimmered as he looked down at the clamps that rested in his hands.

Placing one nipple clamp on and tightening It, you tossed your head back and moaned through the gag once more, your whole body radiating in arousal as the last clamp was placed. Mind consumed with pleasure; you kept your eyes closed as you tried to calm your breathing.

Standing up from his crouched position, he crossed his arms over his sculpted chest and tilted his head to the side like an artist admiring his work. Your skin was hot and flushed where his lips and teeth had marked you. Taking the rope into his hands now, he looked at you and nodded his head up.

“Raise your arms above your head.” Doing as you were told; you held your arms above your head as he began to meticulously tie the soft rope around your wrist, down your arms and across your chest until they made an open diamond shape around your breast. The display completely making you at his mercy.

Guiding you down onto the bed, the cool sheets caressed your hot skin causing a tremble to radiate down your body. Making his way onto the bed, Law straddled your hips as leaned above you and tied the rope securely to his metal bed frame.

“Remember, Knock three times.”

His pupils now completely dilated with arousal from the image that was on display below him. Hovering over you, he smirked as he brought one of his hands to your breast and flicked at the nipple clamp. Eyes rolling at the sudden rush of pleasure, you whimpered against the gag as your breathing began to quicken with yearning for more.

Keeping his eyes locked on you as he sat up, Law let a rumble of a sigh escape from him as he slowly unbuttoned his top. Peeling the shirt off him, the sight of his bare chest made your eyes widen as you took on his physique. The tattoos that were etched on his skin decorated his whole torso; tribal heart design that splayed over his chest and shoulders rippled as he tossed his shirt to the floor.

As your eyes made their way down his chest and to the V of his hips, your eyes stared at the well-defined bulge that pressed against his pants; his cock begging to be released from its confinement.

“Such a good girl for me. Do you see what you do to me?”

His husky voice was like fuel to the fire, your mind, body and soul began to scream for any form of his touch. Right on cue to your thoughts, he cupped your face and tilted your chin up. Exposing your neck, he leaned in and began to suck and nip as he trailed down to your collarbone. His mouth leaving more glorious marks along the way. Moaning out from the intense feeling your whole body began to pulsate from the marks he left on your skin.

Bracing himself as he held his body over yours, his muscles twitched slightly as he bent down to flick at the nipple clamp with his tongue, the maneuver causing a sharp sensual pain to radiate through you. Whimpering out in pleasure through the gag, your eyes went wild with the need for him.

Brows rising in anguish, you groaned as you gave him a pleading look. Smiling at the pathetic sounds you were making, Law made his way down to your abdomen, his warm lips kissing the expose skin before resting his chin on your hip bone to look up at you teasingly.

“You want more my pet?” Pulling your arms against the restraint, you groaned in irritation.

“Tch. Now that isn’t a response that deserves rewards.” He brought his lips to the sensitive part of your hip and sank his teeth into your soft flesh. A bolt of both pain and pleasure radiated through you as he sucked the spot lightly. His tongue whirling around the teeth marks he left before pulling away.

“Let’s do that again shall we?” Law’s sinister gaze looked up at you as he brought his chin to rest above your hot mound.

“Should I give you more?” Eyes wide with need, you frantically nodded your head and tried to say please but all that was heard was gibberish.

Laws lustful expression formed a sly smile before he began to kiss the soft exposed skin above your underwear. Tilting his head, he kissed along the raised skin from the bite mark as he slowly made his way down to your inner thigh. Looking up at you between your legs, he nuzzled your covered sensitive bud as he watched your facial expression intently. The sudden acknowledgement of your sensitive bud made your back arch in pleasure before softly hitting the pillow top bed.

“Fuck you smell so good for me.” Law went in more onto your clothed hot pussy, the friction causing your heated core to build more and more with each ministration. Wanting to take his time with you, he slowly brought his face to your inner thigh again. His rough goatee began to tickle your inner thigh as he kissed light circles into your flesh. The warmth of his breath making your pussy tighten with how near he was. Legs desperately wanting to just close around his head and make him touch you. You began to move to get advantage on him but quickly realized that it was no use.

Head snapping up to look at you, he placed both of his strong hands on your legs and push them apart.

“Rushing won’t get you anywhere Y/N.” Law pursed his lips together and frowned at you.

Taking a hold of your underwear with his two index fingers, he hooked them through the top part of the lace underwear yanked them down with one swift motion. Looking down at your glistening arousal, he licked his lips eagerly before bending down and nipping at the top of your pussy.

Chest rising heavily at the feeling, your hips pushed into his mouth wanting to feel more from him. He let out a soft chuckle causing the hot air from his breath to caress your heated mound once more. Feeling helpless with need, your eyes began to well with tears as you mentally begged for him to release you from this agonizing grip.

Staying in tune with your thoughts, he gave one single flick of his tongue upon your clit, the feeling of his warm tongue playing with your hot and needy bud caused everything around you to disappear as your mind became foggy. Digging your nails into the palm of your hand, you thrusted yourself hips into his face as he enveloped your clit with his mouth and tongue.

Pleased with the way your body reacted under him, Law continued to taste your sweet juices, his tongue dipping in and out of your hot walls and over to your sensitive clit where he sucked forcefully around it. Your tied up arms began to shake at the feeling of It, your legs continue to push against him, but he pushed back. Moving his lips away from your sensitive mound, he bit down on your inner thigh once more to make you obey him.

Being at his complete mercy, your hot walls clutched on air in a pathetic attempt to get some release. Seeing this motion, Law shifted slightly and propped his body up on the right side of his body, the other side reaching out to stick his middle finger inside of you. Watching how your body reacted to the action, he let out a low grumble like moan as your hot pussy walls sucked his finger in hungerly. Looking up at you through hooded lids, his bedroom eyes never left yours as he pushed his ring finger inside of you and began to pulsate them together inside of you as he stretched out your hot walls.

Clawing at the wall behind you, your eyes began to roll into the back of your head from the glorious sensation that he finally thrusted inside of you. Long fingers hooking upwards in a “come here” motion as he stretched you out and hit that spot that caused your core to being to tighten with desire.

“Mmmyes….That’s my girl….Let me feel how much you want me.”  Feeling your walls sucking him in with each motion, Law bent down and began to suck at your little bud as his fingers began to pump faster inside of you. The vibration of his moan against your clit as he tasted you, caused your core to finally snap, your arousal gushed out of you and down his fingers and over lips.

Moaning into your arousal, Law began to lap up every single last drop of your juices. He continued this motion until your body couldn’t take any more as another orgasm hit you causing your vision to tunnel, your mascara running down your face as the tears flowed from the over stimulation.

Pulling his fingers out from inside of you, he licked every bit of you off them before reaching down and pulling the nipple clamps off your sensitive nubs.

Grunting out in pleasure, you lazily looked up at him as he crawled back to hover over you.

“I want to hear you.” He breathed into your ear before nipping at your earlobe. Sitting up, he gently picked up your head and unclasped the gag.

Moving your sore jaw, you didn’t have time to process anything before Laws lips were upon them. The sweet taste of your arousal lingered in his kiss as his tongue intertwined with yours.

Breaking the kiss, he sat up and began to unbutton his pants. Too lost in your mind from all the sensations that radiated through you, all your body could do was shiver under him. Seeing your fucked out demeanor, a smirk splayed across his lips.

“We aren’t done, your nice and ready for me now like a good little pet.”

Biting into your lip, your eyes began to widen at the sight of his long thick shaft popping out of his pants and hanging in all its glory. The pre-cum was slicked across the throbbing head of his cock.

“You want me?”

“Ye..yes..” your voice cracked as you pleaded for more.  

“Yes? Yes, what y/n? Use your words.” Law’s cocky smile as he began to tease the entrance of your pussy with the head of his cock.

“L-Law…” you pleaded to him as he rubbed over your sensitive pussy with his tip. The feeling making your bit into your lip hard.

Pursing his lips in a playful frustrated expression, he hovered over you and looked down.

“Yes?” He purred

“Law…Pleease… PLEASE FUCK ME!” You raised your head and glared at him in frustration as you pushed your hips into the throbbing tip of his shaft. Hissing out in pleasure, Laws eyes grew dark with lust and in one swift motion he pushed his hard cock into your tight walls and begging to push deeper and further inside you.

Head jerking back from the sweet fulfillment of pleasure that finally coursed through you, the feeling from your hot core grew once more as he fucked you. Feeling him drive deeper inside of you, Law sat up from his hovering position and pressed a hand down firmly on your pelvis as he pushed inside of you, causing you to feel every inch of his shaft as he glided deeper to hit that spot in perfect rhythm.

His breath became labored as his pace quickened, the feeling of both of your release near to a breaking point. Taking your legs over his shoulders, he left his one hand firmly pressed into your pelvis as he leaned forward and pressed his lips roughly onto yours sloppily.

Leaving your lips, he went down and began to suck and nip down your neck as he drove into you roughly.

“L…Law..I..I am going to….”

Making his way to the soft flesh just above your collarbone, Law sank his teeth into it causing your core to finally snap and your final release to explode from you and flow exhilarating down and his shaft.

“Mmm fuck…Yes…That’s it…Your so tight…” Law breathed out into your ear as he trailed kisses down it and along your jawbone.

Your walls tightening against his throbbing shaft as he rode out your orgasm, his own finally coming in a gush of euphoric heat as he filled your hot walls with his seed.

“FUCK!!” he moaned out.

Sitting up he rode out his own orgasm, his hands tighten on your thighs as he held onto them. Pulling your legs off his shoulders, he collapsed on his arms above you while he rutted his last bit of his orgasm inside of you. Body tingling all over from the aftermath he buried his head into the crook of your neck as he slowly came down from his high.

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Moments passed and breathing finally going back to normal for the both of you, he propped up on his arm and looked down at you to admire your fucked out expression.

Your hair a mess, drool along with mascara down your face and eyes-only mere slits as they looked back at him made a satisfied hum flow from out of him.

Caressing your face softly, he reached behind your head and picked it up gently as his soft lips met with your swollen ones in a tender kiss. Your body melting into his bed as he kissed you with a soft passion. Pulling his cock out from inside of you, you groaned against his lips from the empty sensation. Humming into your kiss, he sat back and looked down at you.

“Miss it already?” He nipped at your lips before lifting himself up from his resting position and untying the rope. Freeing you from your restraints, your body began to throb as the adrenaline that once coursed through began to die down causing everything to feel wobbly like jello.

Deliciously fuzzy in your sub space your mind began to shut everything out, too tired to comprehend anything that was going on around you. Realizing there was no hope in getting a good response from you now, Law laid down beside you and pulled your limp body into his strong embrace.

His strong hands began to rub your sore arms as you nestled into the nook of his body. Resting his chin on the top of your head he breathed in your honey floral scent as he continued to care for your over stimulated body.

“Now that’s what I call extracurricular studies.”

His lame ass joke made you snort of a laugh before looking up at him and rolling your eyes. Shaking your head you kissed his chest before nestling back into him and allowing the blissful wave of sleep to take over your exhausted bodies.

 As if given a gift from the universe, everything that happened in your life brought you to this point right here. Like a moth to the flame, Trafalger D Law removed your heart from your chest with ease and you became obedient to his every whim. The master and his puppet, you sighed contently as you pleaded for this to never end.

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;; Midnight Escapades .. 

— ;; minific monday ! a oneshot (almost) every monday, usually under 5k words.. (.. usually ..)

>> in which sanji cheers you up.

; words ? ; 4.8k.

; warnings ? ; none.

; genre ? ; fluff/comfort.

; request ? ; no.

; pairing ? ; vinsmoke sanji x reader.

; notes ; first sanji fic !!! this was chosen by the lovely folks in my discord server <3 fem terms used for reader, also sanji is toned down from straight up simp to just a hopeless romantic. fast burn ! bc i was in the mood to write romance. hope u like !!! crossposted on ao3.

    You could feel tears pooling at the edges of your eyes, a stray drop rolling down your cheek. You were so embarrassed. Your first date in ages and you’d been stood up. Sitting all alone, three drinks deep, you probably looked pathetic. Running your hands over your face, you let out a sigh, before pulling out your phone. Your last message of, ‘Hey! I’m here!’ had been read by your date, who’d apparently decided you weren’t worth their time. Dropping your phone down on the table, you picked up your wine glass, trying to decide what to do.

 

    While you were busy staring into the swirling depths of your wine, your waiter had stepped up to your table again. In his hand was a new bottle and a notepad, his posture relaxed as smoke from his cigarette drifted toward the ceiling. You weren’t sure if it was code, but it gave him an odd, charming air that you were drawn to. His striking blonde hair covered one eye, and he had a soft smirk on his face. The small name tag on his apron read “Sanji”.

    “Ready to order now, darling?” The way he spoke was smooth and full of charisma. “Or would you prefer another refill?” He set the bottle down on the table, prepping his notepad as he readied his pen. Seeing your face drop slightly, his demeanor shifted, and his brow furrowed. 

    “Ah, no, no thank you.” You hastily wiped your tears. You didn’t need anyone seeing you cry. “Sorry, I‘ll just uhm, get the check.” You trailed off, clutching the fancy napkin in your lap. You had been so excited, dressed up a little nicer than you usually did, and had saved up your paychecks to go to a fancier restaurant, the one you were currently sat in, the Baratie. You had felt so pretty, so happy, now you felt ridiculous. Your dress seemed foolish and tacky, and you definitely looked a scene sitting alone for going on almost two hours, only asking for a refill as you hoped your date would show. 

    They didn’t. 

    The waiter, Sanji, looked confused, before he slid his notepad back into his pocket and set an elegant hand on the table. “Was something not to your liking?” He pulled his cigarette from his lips and put it out, blowing the smoke away from you. The man didn’t seem like your usual waiter, more intent and focused on you. 

    “Oh! Um, no, the wine was lovely.” Your gaze fell back to your hands folded in your lap, and you bit your lip to hide your emotions that threatened to breach the surface. “I didn’t mean to hog a table, I’m sure another group of customers could have used the seats.” You sighed, reaching for your bag and wallet. “I guess it’s what I get, huh? Choosing a fancy restaurant on a first date and they don’t even show.” 

    Sanji was taken aback for a moment, before a sudden anger and frustration filled his eyes, though it wasn’t directed at you. The way you sent him a wide, half-broken fake smile while you ignored the sparkles of tears that bordered your lashes sent a pang of fury through him. Who would dare to crush your hopes like this? His hand on the table curled into a fist. 

    “So you were stood up?” It was an unnecessary comment, but he was vocalizing his anger. “What kind of bastard does that to such a sweet lady.” His brows were furrowed as his voice took on a furious tone, a slight growl leaving his throat. You weren’t sure why he was so upset, you were sure that he had to deal with similar situations as a waiter for such a nice restaurant. He had been nothing but charming to you as you were waiting for your date, and now that he was showing such emotion on your behalf somewhat drew you to him. 

    You nodded slowly, fiddling with your fingers. “…It’s alright! Maybe something came up.” You fed yourself the line in the attempt to make yourself feel better. The waiter seemed to have fire burning in his eyes. “I’ll, um, get out of your way, I'll just pay for the wine.” Lowering your voice, you pulled your card out of your wallet and held it out to the waiter. With a lightly calloused hand, he gently pushed your card away. 

    “Nah, I’m not going to make you pay for this.” Sanji cracked his knuckles then began to undo his apron, untying the knot from behind his back. You looked at him in confusion. He… wasn’t going to make you pay? What kind of waiter was he? 

    “What? Why?” You stared up at him as he lay his apron on the table, holding his hand out to you. He sent you a wide smile, his eyes sparkling with pure innocence and excitement. 

    “I don’t make a habit of disappointing ladies like yourself. I think that bastard has made you suffer enough on your own tonight, what kind of man would I be if I burdened your wallet as well?” His voice was airy and light, and he seemed to have good intentions. You stayed seated, more confused than anything. “C’mon.” 

    Sticking your wallet back into your bag, you slung it over your shoulder. “Are you.. quitting? What’s going on?” You asked, still unable to really get a read on the situation. He’d taken off his apron, did he decide to quit because you got stood up? It made no sense. 

    “Oh no, not at all. I just figured I’d offer a lady such as yourself a better evening than having to dwell on being stood up.” You took his hand, standing and gently dusting off your dress. “I’m technically the sous chef here, but I was standing in as a waiter due to lack of staff.” He shrugged, steadying you as you gathered yourself. With a soft smile you went along with it, welcoming a distraction. You knew to be wary of strangers, but the man in front of you seemed genuine and harmless. 

    Making sure you had all of your things, you let him lead you away from the table. “Oh. That makes sense, I suppose.” You decided not to think too hard on it. The waiter was attractive and warm with his actions, and you’d found yourself drawn to him from the moment you had sat down. 

    He flashed you a dazzling smile, before stopping by the kitchen. Pausing, he raised his voice enough for the chefs in the kitchen to hear him over the ruckus of their cooking. “HEY OLD MAN! I’M LEAVING EARLY!” Sanji shouted, making sure you were out of the way so he wouldn’t be yelling at you. 

    “NO THE HELL YOU AREN’T, YOU BRAT!” A loud, brash voice answered, and Sanji just sent a middle finger towards the kitchen, not bothering to respond. You didn’t know how to react, before you held a hand over your mouth to suppress a light giggle. You never expected the gentlemanly chef to have such a harsh side to him. 

    “You won’t get fired if you shout like that?” You questioned, amused. In an instant he turned back to you, lightly gripping your hand and leading you to the front of the restaurant. 

    “Probably not.” He shrugged, taking your hand and giving you a light-hearted twirl before moving to hold the front door open for you. “The chef’s like my old man, he’s too soft-hearted to kick me out.” You hadn’t noticed before, but Sanji wore a black double-breasted suit with the sleeves rolled up, something that made him seem endlessly elegant. His gaze was fixed back towards the restaurant as you stepped out, and you took the chance to really look at him. 

    His jaw was sharp and angled, and his dark goatee seemed to fit him perfectly. The eye that wasn’t covered by his fluffy blonde hair was a lovely steel blue, sparkling and intelligent. His brow had an interesting spiral to it at the end, something that intrigued you in the fact that it suited him. His arms were strong and seemed toned, his hands calloused from what you now knew was likely years of experience in the kitchen. 

    He turned his head to you, and you quickly spun away, giving him a small thank you as you stepped out onto the street. The lights of the Baratie glowed behind you, the elegant sign above the front door bright and inviting. There weren’t too many people out since it had grown pretty late, the sky fading to shades of dusk and early night. There was a slight chill in the air and you bundled into yourself to fight off the cold. 

    After noticing your minuscule shiver, Sanji had pulled off his suit jacket in an instant and laid it over your shoulders. “Would hate for a darling like you to catch a cold.” He nodded, resting his hand hesitantly on your lower back. His gesture was welcome, and you weren’t about to reject the warm jacket, but now you worried about him. 

    “Won’t you be cold then?” You asked him with a gentle smile. 

    With a shrug, he gave you a comforting smile. “I’d much rather freeze than allow a lady to shiver.” He nodded, his chivalry shining through with everything he did. Though he was basically a stranger, you felt like you could trust him. Speaking of, he seemed to realize in that instant that he didn’t know your name, and made a show out of asking. 

    With a flourish, he had bowed to one knee in front of you, holding one hand in your grasp as if he was about to propose to you. “Please excuse my incorrigible manners my lady, but may I have the honor of knowing your name?” He was staring up at you like you were made of stars and jewels. 

    You laughed, and urged him to stand, giving him your name. Even just the knowledge of your name seemed to make him elated. He spun, clasping his hands together as he endlessly mumbled affectionate praises. 

    “A lovely name for an even lovelier lady!” He cheered, his attitude much different from when he was arguing with the head chef of his restaurant. His nature, however silly, did lighten your mood. Sanji seemed to glow with glee as you lit up with a smile, embarrassment rising to your cheeks as his compliments struck you. 

    His compliments never seemed to cease, and they began to fluster you thoroughly. It went from subtle ones, like “I’m sure you were out of that damn bastard’s league anyways.” to, “The way your eyes sparkle in the moonlight reminds me of dew in a king’s garden, like jewels in the most extravagant of treasuries.” At this point your stomach was roving with butterflies, and you honestly had never felt prettier. Sanji had a way of speaking that made you feel like the only woman on earth. 

    “How about we go grab a coffee?” He offered, sure that it would warm the two of you up. It was late, but the night could still be considered young. You didn’t have work the next day and could sleep in if you wanted to, and you didn’t think you were quite ready to cut your evening with Sanji short just yet. Though his jacket was offering you a well of warmth, the tips of your fingers were beginning to feel frigid. In a burst of confidence, you reached for your companion’s hand, slipping into his grasp sheepishly. 

    “Yeah. That sounds good to me.” You responded with a short nod, becoming more comfortable with the idea that this was a date. Sanji seemed as though he was going to pass out, the combined feeling of your smaller hand tucked neatly into his alongside your soft voice sounding pleasant and happy hit him like a truck. With his free hand he slapped a hand over his face and turned away from you, a heavy flush over his pretty boy features. His mind was racing and he struggled to calm himself down, taking deep breaths to still his pounding heart. 

    Sanji managed to relax, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. Regaining his dignity, he shot you a dazzling smile that sent your head spinning. He led the way down the street, shortening his strides to match yours. His hand was warm and strong in your grip, something that definitely comforted you. Tugging on him gently, you slipped your joined hands into the pocket of his coat that was still draped over your shoulders. His cheeks were ablaze with heat, his eyes wide as his confusion slowly faded once he realized what you were doing. 

    You sent him a sunshine-filled smile, and Sanji let out a soft sigh. Managing to keep his cool, the chef just focused his eyes ahead of him. He was unsure if he would be able to form actual words if he had tried to speak. Your sweet nature was making him melt, and he hadn’t even known you for more than an hour. He had ultimately decided that he’d made a good decision choosing to take you out to cheer you up. 

    The two of you spoke back and forth, conversation flowing easily as you made your way to the small but picturesque coffee shop that was still open. You ordered your favorite, something sweet, and waited patiently as Sanji ordered a simple americano. You moved to pay, but the blonde fervently declined, adding a honeyed croissant to his order before paying for the both of you. You sent him a look, but he just made another remark about how he wouldn’t be a true man if he let a lady pay for her own order. 

    It didn’t take long for the barista to make your drinks, and soon you had your hands wrapped firmly around the base of a styrofoam cup, enjoying the warmth your drink offered. Sanji took a sip of his americano and let out a satisfied exhale, content with the taste. You blew softly on the steam that rose from yours and waited for it cool before closing your eyes to revel in the sweet flavor. 

    “Good?” Sanji questioned, something in him a bit disappointed that you no longer had the need to hold his hand to keep warm. 

    “Mhm! It’s always good, every time I order it.” You nodded, your breath making small clouds in the chilly night air. Leaning further into Sanji’s coat, you sent him a look, curious about the croissant he had purchased. “To be honest, I didn’t peg you as a pastry kind of guy.” You gave a short, soft laugh as the two of you began walking again, off to an unknown destination. 

    “Oh? Everyone likes pastries, angel.” He grinned wide and gleefully, sending you a smirk. He took the mentioned treat out of the little paper bag the barista had given him and split it evenly, offering half to you which you graciously took. The flaky pastry all but melted on your tongue and it caused you to hum with delight. “See?” Sanji took his own half and savored the sweet honey, pondering thoughtfully for a moment. 

    “I guess so.” Shrugging, you paused for a moment in your walk when you felt your phone buzz. Your eyes widened when you read a text from your date, and you had to tighten your grip on your coffee for fear of accidentally dropping it. 

    ‘im here. wru?’

    Sanji must have noticed your sudden shift in demeanor because he stepped a little closer to you, concern sparking in his bright blue eyes. He didn’t mean to read your texts, but with his short glance he had seen a text from someone who he could only assume was the bastard who had stood you up. From the look of it, he had ignored you for a good two hours, and it sent a wave of fury through the cook. What kind of person left a lady like yourself waiting for two hours? He placed a light but steady hand on the small of your back to make sure you were okay. Somehow you had felt more comfortable with Sanji during the entirety of your short walk than you had when you were messaging your date. 

    “Everything alright, sweetheart?” He asked, partially in an attempt to make sure you were okay, and partially because he wanted to draw your attention off of your date. That smile you had worn so happily had dropped in an instant the second you had received that text and it was beginning to make Sanji’s blood boil. You looked so divine when you were enjoying yourself, now the bastard had gone and filled your beautiful eyes with apprehension and sorrow. Sanji had never met the guy, but he knew he hated him already. 

    “Oh, uh, yeah.” You were startled out of your anxious thoughts by his gentle voice, turning to look at him. “Um, my date just said he’s at Baratie.” Your lips quirked downwards as you tried to figure out what to do. 

    Sanji furrowed his brows and gently tugged you over to a more secluded bench off the sidewalk and next to a cute little park, his hand on your back becoming more of an anchor as your thoughts began to race. Did you go back to the Baratie and pretend as if your date hadn’t left you waiting with no explanation for two hours, or did you stay with Sanji and continue the little coffee date you had found yourself thoroughly enjoying? You felt inclined to return to the restaurant, only because you had set up prior plans even if he hadn’t shown, but what you really wanted to do was stay with the charming blonde cook. Sanji had already treated you better than your date ever had, but your prior engagements still shouted at you. 

    “That bastard.” You heard Sanji mumble before he stepped a foot or two away to light up a cigarette, making sure to blow the sultry smoke away from where you had seated yourself on the bench. “Do you wanna go back?” He asked, glancing over his shoulder. Annoyance and anger was evident in his tone, but you knew it wasn’t directed at you. It took you a moment before you quietly spoke up. 

    “…Honestly, no.” You sighed, coming to a conclusion rather easily. “I just feel kind of bad about it since we did make plans and I won’t be showing up.” Your head tilted down as you messed with the styrofoam cup of coffee that you had set in your lap. You used your fingernails to make small indentations, a small frowny face soon evident in the cup’s exterior. 

    “Why would you feel bad about that? That’s what he did to you. He left you hanging for hours, and he thinks he can just show up now? It’d be perfectly reasonable to tell him to fuck off and block his number. ‘Scuse my language, angel.” He scoffed, unhappily taking a puff of his cigarette as he held his coffee cup loosely in his other hand. It peeved him enough that the guy had the balls to stand you up, but now he was back and demanding your attention. After two hours. 

    You thought over it, before nodding. “Yeah. I probably will.” Biting your lip, you took a final sip from your coffee cup before disposing of it in a nearby bin. You paced over to Sanji, enjoying the slight heat his body gave off against the cold night air. He glanced down at you and jokingly offered you a puff of his cigarette to cheer you up, but was utterly in shock when you took it from his hand and took a long drag. His eyes widened and for a split second, Sanji thought he was in love. 

    You exhaled and watched the smoke drift away, still burdened by too many thoughts. The feeling of a short nicotine rush cleared your head for a second before everything came rushing back. You made a move to take another drag, but Sanji slipped the cigarette out of your fingers before you could. “Careful, princess, these’ll kill ya.” He sent you a comforting smile, to which you sighed and returned. 

    Tugging at his tie to loosen it, Sanji shoved his hands into his pockets and watched the smoke from his cigarette dissipate into the night. Your heart felt weighed down still by your date’s texts. The chef glanced over at you and tilted his head, before holding out a hand to you. You had no hesitancy in your mind when you took it, letting him lead you into the park. The usual bright colors of the neatly kept flowerbeds were dulled by the low light, everything cast in a silver glow from the bright crescent moon. 

    Humming along to some tune in his head, Sanji led you to an open part of the park, before stepping underneath the arched roof of a round gazebo. He waited until you were set on your feet before he spun you gracefully, a delighted laugh leaving your lips. His hum increased in volume as he began to lead you in a dance, skillfully stepping with you in time to an invisible rhythm. A content smirk settled on the man’s face as he held you carefully, his eyes taking in the sight of you gleefully going along with his movements. 

    The two of you danced around the gazebo, laughter filling the air as you felt pure elation building in your chest. Sanji picked up on it, a heavy blush evident on his cheeks. “You’re beautiful.” His softly whispered words drew you to a halt, glancing over at his awestruck face. He seemed utterly taken aback, his eyes wide. Quickly regaining his senses, he slapped a hand over his face and leaned back against one of the short railings creating the outline of the gazebo. Embarrassment was abated in his expression, obviously he didn’t mean to speak with so much intent in such a serious tone. 

    Your heart warmed, and you could feel heat rising to your own cheeks as you stepped closer to him. “So are you.” You responded, sending him a smile that held the sun, moon, and stars. You had really never felt so attached to someone so quickly, you yearned to learn more about the man in front of you, something about him piqued your curiosity. 

    His blue eyes widened, and he pulled his cigarette from his lips to let out the sweetest laugh you’d ever heard. He ran his hand up his face and through his hair, leaning his head to the side as he rested his eyes on you. “I never expected I’d be complimented by an angel.” Exhaling a puff of smoke, he pushed himself up, dreading the words he was about to say. 

    The night had grown long and cold, and it was beyond midnight. He wanted to keep you well into the morning, talk about nothing and just enjoy your presence. But he could also see the tiredness creeping into your features, the small yawns you hid behind your palm. Your eyes blinked slowly, and your breaths were long and deep. Catching you on the trail end of a yawn, Sanji put his cigarette out and dusted himself off. 

    “Alright, sweetheart. It’s getting late and you’re getting tired. Can’t have you falling asleep on the way home.” He leaned over you slightly, resting his hands casually in his pockets. You gave a joking pout, before you stretched and nodded. 

    “Yeah, that’s fair.” Tucking your hands in the sleeves of his jacket, you frowned at the idea of giving it up. You’d found it more comfortable then you had expected, draping over your form. “Thanks for.. y’know.” You gestured vaguely. “Helping me out. I had fun.” You sent him a smile that shocked him to his core, and he turned his face away to hide his utter dismay at having to bring your mini date to an end. 

    “Anything for you, darling.” He managed to wink, hastily gathering his dignity. “Allow me to walk you back to your car? I assume you drove to the Baratie.” He offered you his hand. Part of the reason that he suggested walking you back was to prolong his time with you, and the other was to make sure you got back to your vehicle safely. It was late and dark, and he wouldn’t forgive himself if something happened while you were on your own and he could have made sure you were safe. 

    “Oh! Yeah, that would be nice, thank you.” You took his hand as he led you out of the park and back down the sidewalk. Exhaustion was beginning to tug at your limbs. You lightheartedly swung your joined hands, making Sanji smirk down at you. You had him on cloud nine with every cute motion you made. Eventually you leaned into his side, the blonde man happily supporting you. He was thankful somewhat for the dark and your sleepiness, you weren’t able to see the dark blush across his face. 

    He carefully put an arm around you, making sure you were alright with it, before he tugged you a little bit closer. It had only been an hour or two since he’d pulled you from the Baratie on a hare-brained whim to cheer you up, but now it was the best part of his day— week, even. You had felt safe and comfortable the entire time you were with him, establishing a connection that you felt eager to explore. 

    You weren’t sure if it was the wine in your system, but nonetheless a wave of confidence flowed through you. Standing on your tiptoes, you pressed a light, appreciative kiss to Sanji’s cheek, causing him to freeze and tense up. His fists clenched as he struggled to keep himself together, his heart pounding out of his chest. “Thank you, Sanji.” The way his name rolled off your tongue was the breaking point for him, and he pulled away, hiding his face in his hands. He took a deep breath before knocking his head back and staring up at the night sky. 

    “You’re something else. I think you might be the death of me when I take you out again.” He chuckled to himself, his romantic nature setting loose as he had already made plans in his head to take you on a proper date. 

    “When you take me out again?” Sanji glanced over his shoulder at your words, his eyes growing wide as a sheepish grin stretched over his face. You definitely weren’t against the idea. 

    A sunshine-filled smile lit up your expression, and the chef felt internally relieved when he realized he hadn’t spooked you off. Regaining his confidence, he bowed with a flourish, sending you a teasing wink. 

    “Of course, I’d like to take you on a proper date, angel, if you’d let me.” 

    “I’d like that a lot.” 

    The two of you shared gleeful expressions as you neared the Baratie, content in the glow of each other. Sanji brought you to the front door then followed you to your car, leaning on your window once you’d rolled it down. He looked picturesque, his strong arms rested on the frame while his face was accentuated by golden streetlights and silver moonlight. He sent you a charming smile before suddenly remembering to ask for your number, to which you laughed and obliged. He sent you a short text to make sure you had gotten his number in return, and you saved his number to your contacts. 

    “I had a nice time. Thank you for the coffee.” You nodded, leaning back into your seat as you admired the way the soft breeze shifted his fluffy hair. You hated to leave, but he probably had to help close up, and you didn’t want to keep him long enough to become a nuisance. You satisfied yourself with the thought that you’d meet up again. 

    “Anytime! I’m glad I could help cheer you up a bit. Broke my heart seeing such a pretty thing upset.” He grinned, before giving your door a light tap and sending you a wink. He was as charming as ever. “Get home safe, alright angel?” Your heart fluttered in your chest at his words. You bid each other goodnight, and you drove off, watching Sanji wave you off in your rear view mirror. 

    It was only when you’d made it home that you realized you still wore Sanji’s thick suit jacket, panicking for a second before you shot him a text. 

‘hey!!!! i forgot to return your jacket!!!!’ 

    You smiled warmly at his response, clutching your phone to your chest. 

    ‘No worries, princess. You can return it on our next date ;)’

#— 🤍 ; minific monday!! #vinsmoke sanji x reader #sanji x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #one piece fic #one piece fluff

[sanjisblackasswife]

Little Things OP Men Do To Their S/O (SFW)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

Ft. Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Ace, Law

CW: Not much(?), It’s a bit suggestive at Sanji’s (surprise surprise) but it’s not descriptive or lewd.

Luffy

Okay this is pretty specific and I said this in one Ace HC but Luffy enjoys punching your butt, lmao. Like your back could be facing him and Luffy would come up behind you and ask you mindless things while punching the cup of your butt. It doesn’t hurt but it’s funny and cute to you.

Speaking of touching Luffy will squish the fatty parts of your body if you’re beside him. He doesn’t take notice when he touches you it’s just a reflex and form of comfort to him to feel you.

You’re the first person he grabs with his stretchy arms when he is about to catapult towards the Sunny/Merry. Just like Nami he wraps his arms around you a few times before grabbing anybody else

He has a lot of inside jokes with you and you alone. You both can have a whole conversation based on nothing but references and those jokes only you both understand.

He holds your hand when walking together. It’s very similar to how a kid drags their parent to show them something and if you can’t keep up he just slings you over his shoulder.

He places his hat on your head alot. When you need shade, when you’re sitting, eating, napping, doesn’t matter he love putting his hat on you

Zoro

He holds your hand, waist, and thighs. Similar to Luffy your touch is a form of comfort.

Zoro looks directly in your eyes when you speak. If you can’t handle eye contact he does it on purpose to make you fluster but if you can handle his intense gaze it encourages him to do it more

He mocks you when you misspeak. It sounds annoying but it’s really funny because he changes his voice to high pitched you end up laughing instead of being mad

He places you on his thigh or lap when you sit together. You don’t remember the last time you actually sat NEXT to Zoro, he just immediately throws you on his lap

You lay on his back when he does push ups. You recommended to do it once as a joke to annoy him but your extra weight helped him. Granted he could be a bit better with how he asks you: “Y/N, I need your extra weight on my back.”

He plays in your hair. This man looks like a damn monkey the way he gets so invested in taking out any knots or kinks you may have in your hair. He even has the nerve to get mad when you move

His voice is …I’m not sure how to describe it but he says your name completely different from how he says anybody else’s. It’s mostly calmer and it will always get your attention.

Sanji

He plays with your fingers. Many times when you both are talking and carrying on he’ll intertwine his fingers with yours or even play with your nails as you both talk. It usually ends with him kissing your knuckles and holding your hand the rest of the conversation

He adjusts your clothes/hair. You do the same with him, but when he does it it’s very quick and simple. For example if the wind could be blowing too harshly and Sanji will immediately hold down your hair with his hands and fluff your curls/smooth your hair back to normal

He stare at your lips when you speak. Your voice is already beautiful to him so when he pay attention to your pretty lips it sometimes makes you flustered, but really he just wants to kiss you.

He almost never says your real name. It’s always “Angel, Sweetheart, Mademoiselle, or Love”. You’re the only woman he speaks that way too.

He lets you light his cigarettes. He tends to lose his lighter or it runs out so you started to carry your own for him. His heart skips a beat seeing your focused eyes light him up.

When you both are sleeping his hands are always in your shirt giving your breast loving squeezes. It was him being a pervert at first but now it’s completely almost innocent.

Ace

Just like his Baby to YOURE always wearing his hat or necklace. You just look hotter with it on

His arm is always drapped over you. If he sees you he will come over and just do it out of habit. You never push him away even though his body sometimes is too damn hot for comfort.

He kisses your forehead many times in a day. Before he leaves, when he comes back, as he is walking by. He just loves doing it

“Baby” & “Babe” is his go to’s when calling out to you. You’re his first love so he gets a little bit of pride being able to see how you look back at him across the ship when he calls out to you

When he is feeling pouty he snuggles you and leans his whole body weight on you. You almost fell the first time but now you’re prepared to carry this 6ft man when he’s in a mood.

Law

You’re always the first person he looks for when he walks in a room. His eyes will always automatically wander until he spots your figure and does a sly smirk. He doesn’t know when it started but he has no complains

He likes spending quiet time with you. He’ll have you in his office/room as he does paper work and study while you do your own thing. He just enjoys your presence.

He stares at you A LOT. He enjoys watching you talk, laugh, do chores, whatever it may be he loves cute things and you are most definitely one of them.

Okay so when he wants to read on his bed he enjoys having you lay on your back against his chest with one of his arms drapped under your breast tracing circles on your skin. Similar to Sanji he uses your breast as a stress ball.

He always makes sure you eat/take vitamins. Yes that is the doctor in him but ever since you both got together it’s been one of his top priorities to keep you healthy and safe.

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[thefriskypanda]

Hi! How are you doing? I hope you're doing well! This is my first request so tell me if I'm not following the rules. I'd like to ask for a one-shot reiju x fem reader where the reader is a straw hat. Thank you very much😊

Your request was ok! It was a real challenge to write this since the Whole Cake arc was really, really complicated and every time Reiju appears it’s an important scene in the story, but I love her <3. Hope you like it!

Warnings: spoilers for the mentioned arc, mentions of Reiju’s leg injury | this is a sfw one shot, but miiiiiight make a 2nd part when I get some inspiration on how to include the reader in another interaction with our beloved princess.

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The first encounter with the Germa 66 was completely unexpected. No one was mentally prepared to meet Sanji’s family when they made their appearance. Not when your captain was just about to die from poisoning. It was even more shocking when the pink-haired woman jumped aboard the Thousand Sunny, landing just a mere feet away from you, besides Luffy’s body. Her blue eyes scanned his body, quickly identifying the venom in his system. Your own gaze focused on her form, wary of what she could do, but at the same time mesmerized by her astonishing beauty and elegance. 

An audible gasp left your mouth when she lowered her head and began sucking the substance from your captain’s own mouth. It was a rollercoaster of emotions: admiration, for discovering someone capable of kissing him, of all people. Disgust, for seeing someone kissing him. Annoyance, at Chopper and Brook obnoxious screaming. Worry, for not knowing what the poison could do to her body. Confusion, when the wings in her attire began to react and the rash appeared in her cheeks. Her cheeks… You couldn’t help but wonder if her skin was as soft as it looked, making heat rush through your own.

Once she broke the contact, your eyes darted to her parted lips as steam seemed to escape from her glossy mouth. This didn’t go unnoticed by her, so as she stood up to allow Chopper to examine Luffy, she was looking directly into you, winking once she presented herself as “Poison Pink”. The world seemed to have stopped for a brief second. You simply stood there while your crewmates cried over Luffy’s miraculous recovery. “Did she just wink at... me?” A strange sensation settled down in the pit of your stomach, wondering why she noticed the woman with the most ghost-like aura of the entire crew. You didn’t even have a bounty to begin with.

Almost fainting at your own thoughts, you quietly listened to her interactions with the rest of the crew, secretly hoping that she could direct her attention to you once more. But you had to concentrate, you were currently on a mission to save Sanji, her brother. This wasn’t the moment to fall for your heart’s desires.

Despite your brief moment of determination, all you could think about was her silky looking hair, her long, defined legs, her beautiful blue eyes, and her plump, seducing lips. Getting her out of your mind was going to be harder than you thought.

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And it was. Even after all you went through the following days, running into Pudding herself, trying to cross the Seducing Woods without dying in the hands of Cracker and Brulee or even when you witnessed the heartbreaking fight between Sanji and Luffy, you found yourself constantly thinking about her, sneaking glances in her direction, secretly hoping that she would interfere once again. But she didn’t. 

You barely managed to slip away from the gruesome encounter against the Charlotte family without being noticed. Too discrete to be caught, yet too tired to run too far away. You barely managed to hide beneath some of the severed remains of King Baum before collapsing to the ground, consciousness slowly leaving your body while you could only watch your crewmates being brutally crushed and captured by your enemies.

Heavy drops of water constantly fell on your face, managing to wake you up in the middle of the night. I took you a few seconds to remember what happened and where you were, scanning your surroundings to make sure it was safe to get out. With trembling limbs, you managed to quietly get up, still wary in case someone saw you. Fortunately, it was too dark and rainy to be seen, so you decided on being brave, making your way to the castle in an attempt to find any of your currently lost crewmates.

“This is my lucky night!” you thought, as you soon found yourself just a few meters away from Pudding’s own bedroom window and right in front of her, was the woman of your dreams: Reiju herself, but your hopes quickly shattered when you saw the bleeding wound in her leg and the brunette laughing in her face. You couldn’t even process what you were seeing before sensing footsteps coming in your direction. Quickly enough, you hid between the bushes nearby, surprised to see a gleaming Sanji with a bouquet of flowers and a basket.

Your heart clenched, he had betrayed your captain, no, your entire crew just this evening, and now he seemed so happy… And to add more to your feelings your crush was also injured and trapped inside a room with a potential psychopath. Unaware of your presence, Sanji began paying attention to what was going on inside the room, and so did you. 

The truth came crashing into both of you like a meteorite. Damn Pudding and her lunatic family. Now not only were your crewmates in danger, but the entire Vinsmoke family was planned to be murdered. You knew there was no way out of this situation if you were to continue being separated, so you hesitantly took a step out and showed yourself in front of the blonde. His soaked eyes met yours in silent, mutual understanding. No words needed to be said in the moment.

Eventually, Sanji helped you get inside the castle. He was a bit shocked that you had already met Reiju, and his mood lightened a bit when you told him you had a crush on his sister, happy that at least you found someone as trustworthy and good hearted as her.

After sneaking inside the infirmary, Reiju soon woke up, surprised to see you and her dear brother there, but then she remembered her injured leg. Then, Sanji and Reiju exchanged what they both knew. It felt awkward for you, this was a matter that involved them as a family, you didn’t even know what to say, glad that for now, they had seemed to forget about you. During these few minutes of them talking, you learned more about both of them than you had ever dreamed of. The way Reiju spoke her mind about her family and her wishes for her brother, only made you fall deeper for her.

A smooth voice brought you out of your daze “Hey, are you alright?” Lifting your head, you realized that Sanji had already left, too busy with his own mind to even remember you were also there. You felt your cheeks burning at the realization that you were now alone with the very same woman who had been plaguing your mind this entire time. Shyly, you averted her eyes, she was quietly observing you, her magnificent eyes scanned your form. Once again, you were in an awkward position, what were you supposed to tell her? You certainly weren’t fine, every muscle in your body was sore from running and passing out in the ground under a tree, your poor heart had also felt too many strong emotions, which brought you to the verge of tears again.

With a kind smile, Reiju motioned you to walk over to her bed. Curious of what she could possibly want from you, you swiftly approached her, almost tumbling over when her hand suddenly grabbed your arm and bent you over to her face level. Your shocked expression amused her, making her release a soft giggle before tenderly cupping your face with both hands.

“How rude of my little brother to leave behind such a lovely lady” Her right thumb began to slowly rub your skin, giving herself time to think what to say next, but before she could continue, your mouth moved on its own. “May I give you a kiss?” Not expecting her to take you seriously, your surprise was big when her soft, warm lips pressed against yours. The contact only lasted a few seconds, but to you, it felt like traveling to another dimension and coming back.

“I certainly didn’t expect you to be so bold, but I’m glad you asked. You’ve been living in my mind ever since we met the other day. Maybe it’s just a momentary thing, maybe it can be something else, but as you already know, everything will end tomorrow for us.” You quietly listened to her words, understanding what she meant. “I think you should go, perhaps you can catch up with Sanji in the hallways. You need to reunite with your friends. Please, take care, and take care of my dear brother as well” A sigh left your chest once she finished.

Taking her hand into yours, you deposited a small kiss on its back, muttering a soft “As you wish, my princess” before heading to the door.

“Wait. As my last wish, I want to know your name.” 

Without turning, you simply said “I’ll tell you tomorrow” and walked out the door. 

Your mission was now to find your crewmates and stop the wedding at all costs. It wasn’t an option.

#vinsmoke reiju #reiju x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #geerma 66 #vinsmoke reiju x reader #one piece one shot #vinsmoke sanji #whole cake island #whole cake arc

[unknownwriting]

Strawberry Kisses

Summary: The reader has new Chapstick and Sanji can’t figure out the new flavor. 

Character(s): Vinsmoke Sanji

Song Inspiration: Strawberry Kisses by Olivia Herdt

Word count: 2.6k

Notes: tbh I’m not sure how I feel about this but imma post it anyways. When I was writing it I was reading Host Club sooo Sanji might act a bit like Tamaki because I can’t help see them as the same person 😭

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It’s the same routine for every morning. Sanji would wake up early to cook breakfast for the crew while he leaves his lover asleep. He would love to wake her up to have someone to talk to this early in the morning but he knows well enough not to wake Y/n this early in the morning. The blonde cook lingers in bed for a moment longer looking down at his sleeping lover. They didn’t have a big bed but that didn’t seem to matter, they were all upon each other. Y/n was curled up into his chest while one of his arms draped over her hip. It was a good thing the 2 of them don’t move much when they sleep. Sanji pulled her closer and watched her steady breathing. Her h/c hair was an absolute mess and her mouth hung open, leaving a small trail of drool onto the pillow. Saying she looked like a mess would be an understatement but that what he loves about her.

Sanji felt so bad leaving. He didn’t want to leave her alone but someone’s gotta cook the food for their rowdy crew. With one last squeeze, which caused a small groan to escape from Y/n’s lips, Sanji softly kissed her exposed forehead and finally began to his day. An hour without Y/n is never that bad. And soon enough an hour came and gone like it was nothing. One by one his crew mates began to fill the kitchen. Sanji finished up the last of the food preparation, making sure to leave a small port soon to the side for Y/n. She’s always the last one to wake up in the morning, and because the food never last longer than 5 minutes, he always make sure Y/n has food before anyone else. Y/n finally made it to the lively kitchen, upon seeing her still half asleep mood his face lit up. She just as beautiful as ever, even if her hair looks like it hasn’t been brushed in days. Sleep still clouded her actions as she stumbled her way to the hip of her lover. It took her a while for her eyes to adjust but once they did and landed on Sanji, her face lit up.

“Mornin’!” Y/n giggled, pressing herself up against the male wanting to feel his body warmth again. Sanji scoffed at the action as her took on of his arms and snaked it around her waist.

“Did you sleep well, princess?” Sanji questioned as he leaded down and gave her a small peck on her lips. Y/n scrunched up her nose for the early morning touch before she smiled and returned the peck.

“Amazing, as always.” She sighed, wiggling out of his grasp so she can finally eat breakfast. The 2 of them has been dating for a while. And of course, that doesn’t mean didn’t have a rocky start. With Sanji’s obsession with girls it was bound the be a struggle. Luckily, the love Y/n felt for him was strong enough to look past it. They had worked though it and seeing how Sanji‘s obsession with girls isn’t gonna stop anytime soon, Y/n trust Sanji not to do anything (thankfully Y/n doesn’t get jealous easily either). Surprisingly, it’s been smooth sailing so far, give or take. 

With Sanji being a passionate lover and all, it was also no surprise that he knew almost everything about Y/n. From her favorite foods (duh) to her secrets to and even when it was her time of the month. It was creepy but in a nice way. And so it’s safe to say that he also knows what her kisses taste like. In the morning her kisses always taste like mint because of the chapstick she puts on after brushing her teeth. It was probably the best thing in the world to the lovesick cook, he had easily got use to it when they started dating. However this morning was different, she didn’t taste like the normal mint, she tasted fruity. His blue eyes trailed over to his lover who now sat at the table with the others, talking about todays plans. With the flavor still lingering on his lips, he continued to try and figure out what the flavor could be. His eyes watched as her glossed lips curled into a smile, as if she was teasing him. Taking a moment to try and figure out what the flavor is himself, he let out a soft hum as he joined Y/n at the table. At first she didn’t bother to look over seeing how she was enjoying her conversation with Usopp and Nami, but once Sanji’s large hand rested on her thigh, she glanced over at him. Sanji did not waste a minute, once Y/n looked over at Sanji, he attcked her lips once again. She let out a small yelp from the sudden action and placed her hand on his chest to try and push him back. 

Nami and Usopp, who were both having a conversation with Y/n simply rolled their eyes at the couple before continuing their conversation without her. It common to find Sanji doing those type of things. Random kisses and hugs, random burst of ‘I love you’, cheesy date nights. It doesn’t take a genius to learn he’s a hopeless romantic. Of course that doesn’t stop the crew from reacting themselves. Zoro would complain about it, Nami and Usopp would yell at him for when he gets to cheesy, or when he makes Y/n embarrass, or does it at an inapporapte time, and Robin, Franky and Brook would always comment on how flustered Y/n ends up getting. Even if it does annoy the others and makes Y/n embarrassed sometimes, they all know he means well. Finally Y/n efforts of pushing against him payed off. Sanji finally back off of Y/n giving her space and her mouth back so she can eat. Catching her breath, Y/n looked at Sanji with her eyebrow raised, “What’s this about?”

“Your chapstick...It’s different.” Sanji muttered, trying to focus on the flavor. He was a cook for god’s sake and he can’t even figured out a the flavor of Y/n chapstick even if it is artificially flavored. Adrianna saw the look of confusion on his face as he was deep in thought. It was rare to see Sanji like this, normally he would swoon over it and make those weird faces but this time was different. His swirled eyebrows furrowed together and his blue eyes staring at her lips, hoping to get an answer. It was one of the very rare moments when Sanji’s actually cute.

“Yeah, I ran out of the other one. You like it?” Y/n giggled, as she turned back to her food.

“I’m not sure. What flavor is it?” 

“Hmm.” Y/n hummed wondering if she should tell him or not. There were pros and cons of telling him and not telling him. If she doesn’t tell him then she can see this rare cute side of Sanji that she doesn’t get the see often but if she doesn’t tell him then she has no idea what is gonna happen if she doesn’t. The last time Y/n tried, keyword tried, to tease Sanji they end in the bedroom for the rest of the night. It safe to say it was a long night that night. But on the other hand, Y/n doesn’t get to see Sanji cute like this often, so even if they end up in the bedroom, it would be worth. A small smirk played on her lips as she looked back up and Sanji, “I’m not telling..”

ミ☆

Y/n was surprised she was able to last this long.  Ever since Y/n brought up the challenge, it was like every chance Sanji got the 2 of them were kissing.  When they pass each on the ship, when Y/n asks for a glass of water, even when she was in the middle of training he found some way and excuse to kiss her. What really got to her the most was she never knows what type of kiss it was gonna be: small and quick or deep and passionate. If she knew he was gonna be the egar to figure it out she would’ve just told him. Luckily lunch was right around the corner so Sanji had to spend time preparing food for the others, leaving Y/n alone for a while, even if it’s only 30 minutes. The h/c colored girl was more than happy to take this time to relax with Nami and Robin. Nami was sunbathing and Robin was reading, Y/n also wanted to join Robin in reading however the book she picked laid in her lap, untouched. Instead all she ended up doing it staring off into the distance running a finger along her lips.

“...I think they’re swollen.” Y/n muttered to herself as she dropped her hand to her side and laid down. She clearly bit off more than she can chew. Y/n meant to keep the comment to herself seeing how she got herself into this mess yet Robin clearly heard her. 

“Are you feeling ok, Y/n?” She glanced over at her younger friend and questioned. Noticing that Y/n seemed to be lost and thought, Robin didn’t want to bother her so she went back to reading her book until Y/n let out a heavy sign.

“My lips are swollen and it’s only noon. This is not how I’d imagine it.” Y/n explained as she looked over to the other girls.

“You’re dating Sanji, how did you think it was gonna go?” Nami scoffed as she lifted up her sunglasses and looked over at Y/n. Nami was right, she should’ve expected this from the ero-cook but she couldn’t help herself; Sanji looked to cute. 

“I know, I know. But Sanji just looked so cute. I mean, when was the last time he looked cute and didn’t make those stupid faces. and plus he knows everything about me, so you can’t blame me for wanting to keep at least one thing a secret from him.” Y/n defeaned then pointed to her lips and exclaimed, “But I never wanted this!!”

“Someone as naïve as you should not be dating someone like Sanji.” Nami shook her head. Her brown eyes had quickly fallen on the certain blonde cook as he made his way over to the 3 of them. Before he approached them he put out his cig and shoved his hand back into his pocket, fiddling with something. Y/n who was leaning back into her chair with her eyes closed didn’t even hear him approach them. Only when Sanji had pushed a few piece of hair out of her face did she jolt awake. Seeing his blue eyes, Y/n took a defensive state waiting to see if he was gonna kiss her again. A soft chuckle left his lips before he looked over at the girls and fell right back into character. 

“Nami-sawnn~~ Robin-chwann~~ Lunch is ready~!!” Sanji swooned as he spun in front of the 2. They glanced over at Y/n for a moment but then back at Sanji. Thanking him, they left the 2 alone on the main deck. It was probably the best thing to do for now. Seeing the smirk on his lips when he looked over at Y/n and the way he played with something in his pocket, Nami and Robin had figured that Sanji had finally found the answer to his question. Robin let out a soft giggle while Nami sighed heavily as they made their way to the kitchen. Once the 2 had left the couple alone, Sanji took a seat next to Y/n. She watched him with a close eye, making sure he doesn’t pull a fast one. He let out a chuckle as he finally pulled out what he was playing with in his pocket. Y/n raised an eyebrow as she eyed the object but it didn’t take long before her fact lit up with relief.

“Underneath our pillows is not the best hiding spot.” Sanji stated, placing the tube of chapstick onto the table next to them. “Oh thank god! I was scared you were never gonna find it and this game was gonna go on all day.” Y/n let out a heavy sigh as she adjusted herself in her seat, “Just for the record we are never doing that again.”

“You were the one who started it?” 

“Yeah I know, and I was stupid. If you kissed me anymore my lips were gonna fall off.” Y/n pointed to her red swollen lips, “Look. They’re all swollen. Now imma have to put Chopper’s nasty medicine on them.”

“Ohh~ but I couldn’t help myself, Y/n-chwann~~!! Your lips are just so soft and cute~~!!” Sanji swooned as he engulfed Y/n into a hug. She let out a shreak from the sudden hug. As much as Y/n loves Sanji, she is so over him today. From all the kisses Y/n wanted more than to be left alone for a day or 2, however Y/n knows she just can’t get rid of Sanji that easily. Maybe that’s what she loves him so much because no matter what Sanji’s always there, whether she wants him to be or not. From kisses, to laying in bed together, to just enjoying each others company, he’s always with her. Even though Y/n was annoyed with him, she couldn’t help but smile as she squirmed against him. 

“S-sanji let go. I wanna eat my food before Luffy does.” Y/n laughed, trying to break free from his grip. However, he wasn’t gonna let go anytime soon. 

“You know I always save you a plate.” Sanji loosed his grip on Y/n as his hands fell down to her waist. She decided to stop squirming against him and just enjoy his warmth. They sat in silence for a moment, simply just enjoying each other company and listening to the waves crash against the ship. Moment like these were always the best to Y/n. Doing nothing and just enjoying each other presences, however, seeing how it’s lunch time, Y/n just wants to eat. She squirmed against him once again finally telling him to let go. Y/n had wasted no time making her way to the kitchen either, with Sanji following close behind her. 

“So..” Y/n started, grabbing Sanji’s attention. The hum from him had told Y/n she could continue, “Which flavor did you like better?”

“Hmm...” Sanji trailed off, trying to remember the flavor of mint. He was used to the minty flavor but the new fruity flavor wasn’t bad either. Y/n looked up at Sanji trying to read is facial expression to get a hint or something to see what flavor to get next time. Before she could even process the look on his face, Sanji dipped down again and capture Y/n’s glossed lips once again. She gasped once again, surprised that Sanji kissed her again even after she told him her lips were swollen. Luckily the kiss didn’t last long, Sanji pulled back and licked his lips, tasting the flavor of artificial strawberry. Y/n puffed out her cheeks in frustration from the kiss while Sanji finally gave his answer. 

“The strawberry flavor isn’t bad. I like that one.” Sanji answered as the 2 of them stopped right in front of the kitchen door.

“M’kay.” Y/n nodded, noting the information, “Good then because after today I'm only gonna switch between these 2.”

“Huh? Your not gonna change it again?” Sanji asked, sounded disappointed.

“Of course not.” Y/n stated as if was common sense. He let out a disappointed sigh at the fact that he wont be able to kiss Y/n that much again but now that he thinks about it, he probably did take it a bit over board. He had good intentions though. Y/n spun around on her heel and faced the door but right before opening it, she glnaced back at Sanji and added on, “Oh and to let my lips heal, not kissing for 2 days. At least!”

“Whaa-! 2 days!? But Y/n-chwan I can’t do that. I gotta kiss you.”

“Well you should’ve thought about before you kissed me every 5 minutes today. You probably have enough kisses from me to last 4 weeks.”

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Meet me in the afterglow

Summary:Cat thief Nami, world’s leading navigator, an absolute bombshell who had men falling at her feet wherever she went. She could have anyone she wanted, but she chose him. Sanji doesn’t understand why.   Rating: M. Explicit. 

It wouldn’t be me if I didn’t do vulnerable Sanji for the event- he’s such a wonderful character… unfortunate that I’ve written this on his birthday though. Oh well, he gets sex so it’s all square.

For @sannamiweek, day 2- Sunrise/Sunset.

This is a sequel to ‘Take your time (I’ll wait)’.  

This can also be found on AO3 and FFN. 

Enjoy!

Light filtered through the crack in the curtains where they weren’t quite drawn shut properly across the porthole and Sanji stirred. He was tired, his body felt heavy and he wanted to go back to sleep but couldn’t with the light flickering behind his eyelids. One eye cracked open to glare at the window but it didn’t do anything, light still invasively entering the room.

Despite the light filtering in, it was still fairly dim and considering how quiet it was outside, it must still be early. As much as he wanted to go back to sleep, he knew it wasn’t going to happen as he started to take in the room, brain waking up.

The bed opposite was empty and the room slightly chaotic, from the chair knocked over at the dresser to clothing haphazardly strewn around. Memories of the night before flooded back.

The rush to Nami’s room, quickly locking the door in fear of being interrupted.

The scramble to remove clothes and giggling between themselves as he stumbled over his trousers.

Nami’s soft lips against his neck and hands mapping out his body.

Soft hands in his hair.

The taste of her on his tongue.

The feeling of her wrapped around him.

Nami, underneath him, moaning for him, for him, as he squeezed every ounce of pleasure from her.

The way she clutched at his body as they experienced bliss together.

The breath taking, soft smile she gave him and the gentle kiss as they came down from their high together.

Said person stirred next to him, also disrupted by the light but settled as she turned towards him, successfully escaping its onslaught. She let out a little sigh but stilled again, and he used the opportunity to take her all in.

Her skin glowed underneath the light bleeding into the room, ivory skin turning luminescent under its caress and orange hair twined with gold as it fanned across the pillow.

She was beautiful, otherworldly.

It felt wrong to touch her, to spoil the work of art before him, but it was too hard to resist. He brushed the hair from her face, thumb taking a moment to trace across her cheek bone before following the slope to her neck. He lingered over the sensitive spot he’d found long ago and took full advantage of last night. A soft shoulder led to the side of her breast and the sensitive skin there that caused goosebumps to erupt. His fingers danced under the covers to find the dip in her waist and smooth up to the flare of her hips.

The disbelief he still felt that she’d still wanted to do this with him.

That she was still there.

He’d said he’d wanted to wait when they’d got together, and it was for many reasons. He wanted her to know he was serious about this, wanted to treat her how she deserved… and maybe wait to see if she’d change her mind.

It didn’t make sense looking at the both of them, seeing her settling for someone when she could have whoever she wanted, but he was never going to question his good luck. However it didn’t mean he didn’t think about it, think about when she’d come to her senses and it’s why he’d wanted to wait. He couldn’t take this step with her, not without being sure. Or as sure as he could be.

A hand on his chest stopped his thoughts. Nami was awake, one eye cracked and looking up at him. “Hi.”

He smiled at her, his hand covering the one on his chest. “Hi.”

“Is there any chance you’d close the curtains properly? I’ve been thinking about it for the last five minutes, but I don’t want to move,” she pouted, and his heart melted a little bit.

“Anything for you,” he said, taking the hand on his chest and pressing a kiss to the palm of her hand.

After adjusting the curtains, he turned and almost lost his breath. He wanted the sight before him burned into his brain. If he thought she looked angelic before, it’s nothing compared to now, leaning up on her arms to look at him, duvet falling around her hips and the most sinfully enticing breasts on full display.

But it’s the domesticity of it that does it for him. The way he’s the only person that’s going to see her like this. Open, vulnerable and so warm.

For him.

… Him?

“You okay?”

He could feel the frown on his face, so he could only imagine how it must look from the outside. He needed to snap out of it or he’s going to ruin it before she even realised it herself.

“Taking in the view,” he said cheekily, winking at her.

“I was expecting a much different reaction… more zealous,” her voice taking on a teasing lilt at the end.

“No nose bleeds I’m afraid, I can’t afford to miss a moment of this,” he replied, matching her tone.  

It’s the right thing to say because she laughed, tension gone from her face and then she’s sitting up so she could open her arms for him.

He’d be a fool not to take up that offer.

They arranged themselves until he’s lying on his back with her cuddled up on his chest, his hand listlessly running up and down the soft skin of her back. It was surreal that he was here, in this moment, with Nami. He must have done something in his previous life, because he wasn’t deserving of it in this one.

“I can feel you thinking,” Nami said, voice still thick with sleep, with her chin resting of his chest to look up at him. “Thinking about last night?”

“Was it okay?” The first thought that came to mind tumbling out and he cringed, it didn’t come out right. Unsure, insecure.

She looked at him for a moment and he thought the jig was up, but then she smiled, “Amazing. Far better than I’d imagined. You?”

“Last night was everything I’ve ever wanted. You always exceed my expectations.”

He’d have her for as long as she let him stay by her side, he settled on.

“Okay, that’s the third time you’ve frowned and I’m naked right now. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” He smiled at her, but it mustn’t have looked convincing because she was leaning back then, one arm supporting her on the bed to look at his face properly.

“Did I do something you didn’t like?” She asked, eyes probing.

“No!” As if, last night was the best night of his life. He wouldn’t change anything.

“Is… it to do with me?” She looked wary then.

“Absolutely not!” He said without hesitation. That was the last thing he wanted, for her to doubt herself. She was perfect.

Nami looked at him then, really looked at him and it made him nervous. It was never good when she was silent. Then she sat up, looked around the room and leaned down to grab his shirt to put it on.

Oh god, she was leaving. He’d opened his big mouth and drove her away.

He must have shown it, mouth trying to find the words because she stopped him with a stern, “Stop panicking, I’m not leaving.” She slipped the shirt on, slowly buttoning it up from the bottom. “We’re about to have a serious conversation, I don’t need you distracted.”

Yeah okay. Fair point. It didn’t stop him mourning the loss of her breasts though.

But that was all thrown out of the window when she straddled him and Jesus, what a view. If she didn’t want him distracted, she definitely shouldn’t have put on his shirt. She made it look so good on her effortlessly and although she was covered, it didn’t make her any less irresistible. She’d only buttoned if halfway, so the top was left open into a deep ‘v’ that did nothing but tease him.

“Focus! If you’re good you can take it off of me shortly,” her tone suggestive and her hands rested on his chest.  

She was an angel.

“Start talking or I’m going to put on more clothes.” She was joking, he knew she was, but it got him somewhat talking.

“It’s nothing, really.” His hands rubbed along her legs, fingers just skimming the fabric of his shirt before going back down.

He didn’t want to have this conversation, not now. Not ever really.

She ignored him. “So, if it’s not something I did and it’s not me, then it’s you?” She paused. “Are you worried you did something? I would have said something if I didn’t like it and you’re so attentive.”

The more she reassured him, the worse he felt.

There was no running from this. “It’s not that. It’s just, you know, look at you.”

Her confused face was adorable. It almost helped relieve the pit that was forming in his stomach.

“… and then look at me.”

“I’m not following.” Her head tilted to the side, but she rubbed his chest, trying to persuade him to continue.

“You’re too good for me.” His voice defeated as he admitted one of his darkest thoughts. He spent a lot of time trying to push it down.

He was met with silence and possibly the most intense stare down of his life, which is saying something considering he did that on the daily with Mosshead. She wasn’t impressed, it was written all of her face. The confusion was long gone, her eyebrows were furrowed, and mouth downturned.

“Says who?” Displeasure thick in her voice.

He broke first, crumbling under her stare, glancing to the side. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it. It’s not important.”

“It is important. Says who?”

He looked down, avoiding her face and his hands had stopped moving, sitting at her hips stubbornly. “No one. It’s just an elephant in the room.”

She sighed and it felt like he was being scolded for a second, before she said, “It’s a relief though, this I can deal with. You looked like you were having second thoughts.”

“No!” He blurted and without thinking said, “I should be saying that to you.”

“You don’t see yourself clearly,” she answered back.

There was a lump in his throat, he stayed silent. He had an idea of where this was going, and he honestly wasn’t sure he could bear hearing it.

It didn’t matter because she was on a roll. “You don’t see the way people look you up and down as you walk around. How jealous they look when they see your hand in mine.”

Okay, he could deal with that.

She pushed his hair away from his face and he had to resist the urge to smooth his hair back over his face. He felt exposed but he presumed that was kind of the point. He was faced with the full force of her gaze and it was a mixture of softness and seriousness.

“You don’t see the way I look at you. How in love with you I am.”

… That he could not. His throat burned.

“I can’t see it changing either and I don’t want it to. I want your kindness, your strength, the ridiculous way you trip over yourself to please me,” she laughed lightly at the end and her thumbs traced over his eyebrows affectionately. “You make me so happy and the distracting way you fill out your suit is just the cherry on top.”

“You make me happy too.” It was the biggest understatement of his life, but he’s not sure he’s capable of anymore right now. For once in their relationship, he’s the one struggling for words.

It was enough though; the seriousness was gone from her face and in its place was earnestness. “And I want you. Only you.”

He felt winded.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to get rid of those thoughts, but I’ll spend forever trying to do it.”

In his fantasies, he’d never imagined this. He’d imagined a whole lot of things, but never the softest words that got him to his core. She understood his insecurities better than anyone, had seen where they came from and was still here. She was incredible.

And she’s still looking at him, but he doesn’t have words for her. He’s still blown away, but he did give her the softest look he had in his arsenal, nodding, and apparently that was enough as she leaned down to close the distance.

It’s a slow kiss, and he tried to convey everything he could through it. How much she meant to him, how lucky he felt, how grateful he was that she understood him and still wanted him. He cupped the back of her neck, thumb brushing just underneath her ear, like he knew she liked, and she shivered. They stayed that way, exchanging long, soft kisses back and forth, neither wanting to change the pace as they enjoyed the moment.

He pulled away from the kiss, but not by much. He found his voice as he reciprocated, “I love you too.”

“I know, you’re not subtle,” she joked, and her lips found his cheekbone. “But I love that about you.”

She pulled away slightly, her hands cupping his face to get his full attention.

“I wish you’d talked to me about this before, because you know, we’re in a relationship. I signed up for the good and the bad, the whole Sanji package,” she lectured softly. “I want to know everything, we’re a team.”

“Sorry, it’s just…” He trailed off, unsure how to explain himself. How would he even begin to start that and not sound like a total loser?

He never had to worry; she was on his wavelength. “I know, but just talk to me in future. I never not want to hear about this.”

Even he knew this conversation wasn’t over, they’d have to talk about it more in the future, which he understood, but he’s glad she’s letting him somewhat off the hook. It was enough but not too much.

He smiled up at her, bringing her into a quick kiss, because he didn’t know what else to do. The constant thought going around in his head was how incredible she was.

“It’s sunrise,” Nami said, glancing at the slowly brightening glow coming through the curtains. “The sun’s barely up and I believe I promised you could take this off me. We have some time.” Her eyebrows raised suggestively.

Any of his previous thoughts disappeared in an instant, instead replaced by his enthusiasm to get his beautiful girlfriend naked again.

He didn’t need any further encouragement before he was sitting up with her in his lap and his fingers were swiftly unbuttoning the shirt that had taken away his glorious view and throwing it to the floor in disdain. His hands cupped her breast in greeting and she sighed into his neck.

“You know,” she said lowly, and that was a tone he recognised all too well, he could feel himself stirring in anticipation, “you’ve tasted me, but I’ve never been able to return the favour.” Her lips brushed against his ear and she rolled her hips down against him.

He groaned, hands finding her hips to keep her there but his face steadily turning red at the thought of why. “Because I’d embarrass myself.”

“It’s never embarrassing, it’s the biggest compliment I’ve ever received,” she reassured him, kissing along his jaw. “Do you want me to?”

Oh god.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths!

He’s going to lose his load if he doesn’t calm down and nothing’s even happened yet. But just the way she phrased it and the thought of it! She’s the sexiest woman alive.

“Only if you want to,” he replied wobblily.

“So considerate, Sanji-kun.” She fluttered her lashes at him and left him with a quick parting kiss.

His heart beat steadily picked up the further south she went until it felt like it was going to burst out of chest when she settled between his legs. Which is ridiculous considering they’ve had sex, but there’s something different about this. It’s the way she’s looking up at him and that, in the darkest corners of his imagination, he’s pictured this but not even his active imagination could live up to the real thing.

Her mouth on his thigh put an end to his scattered thoughts and he’s throwing his head back when her lips kiss along his length, slowly moving upward. But it’s nothing compared to when she reached the tip, tongue lapping up the leaking fluid before taking him into her mouth.

And holy shit. Her mouth felt incredible, so hot and… there’s no words anymore. His brain’s scrambled.  

It’s overwhelming and he didn’t realise he’d closed his eyes until he opened them to look down at her. It’s a sight that almost made him lose it. Her hairs gathered over one shoulder, one hand splayed over his hips and the other working the section her mouth can’t quite fit in, pumping in rhythm with her mouth.  

If there were blood anywhere else in his body right now, he might have actually passed out.

The pleasure was building, he felt like he was already soaring, and he wanted to last longer, but it’s not looking likely. Not with the way she’s moving her mouth and just generally being her, she’s intoxicating. He could feel the tension building, a tingling sensation spreading through his body and he can’t hold back the sounds tumbling from his mouth.

He does not last.

It’s the combination of everything that sent him soaring off the deep end. Of having the woman of his dreams between his legs. The woman of his dreams sending him smoky looks from under her eyelashes. The woman of his dreams humming around him and looking so enthusiastic that it’s killing him.

Like an elastic band, he snapped, just managing to warn her but she’s not bothered. She barely blinked as she swallowed it down, continuing her ministrations to see him through his orgasm. And it made him see stars behind his eyes.

There’re a few seconds where he’s not sure what’s going on around him, but Nami’s back up with him, hand carding through his hair soothingly.  

“I’d ask if it was good, but the way you look is indication enough,” she sounded pleased and she had every right to. He felt incredible.

Panting, he nodded. That’s all he could offer at the moment, his brain still trying to piece everything together and failing spectacularly.

What he did do, was cup her face and draw her into a searing kiss, trying to convey everything he wanted to say through it. She melted against him, slotting their lips together and he can definitely taste himself on her tongue, but it doesn’t bother him. She’s just blown his mind.

They parted slowly, lingering kisses thrown into the mix, before he’s asking, “I won’t be able to… you know, for a while but is there anything else I can do for you?” And brushed his nose along her cheekbone.

Considering everything they’d done together, she still blushed prettily. “You’re really good with your fingers,” she trailed off.

It’s something he’s more than on board with. He loved to taste her, but this way he could drink in her expressions as he made her toes curl.

Loud laughter and thumping footsteps outside broke the atmosphere.

She sighed at the ruckus and said, “For later I suppose, that’s the alarm.”

He tightened his hold on her before she could get up, rolling them so he was on top. “Put it on snooze, the chefs already got something cooking.”

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I was speaking to Beastprince/Ray on discord, and they mentioned their headcanons for Sanji, they were skirting around the edges of this. The whole conversation fuelled me to sit down and complete this.

As always, please excuse any errors.

Thanks for reading.

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