#Happy birthday Vinsmoke brothers

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A late night Snack (Yonji X OC)NSFW

A/N: This is basically a continuation of their adventures in the woods. They are home, clean, wounds tended to and very much relaxing...and yonji wants his 'snack' he didn't get to have earlier.

Disclaimer: As it says in the title this is NSFW meaning MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY kinks for this one is vaginal fingering and oral (female receiving) and solo male. neither of those are your cup of tea please turn back now.

leeets gooooooo!

Ran sighed peacefully as she nestled into her blanket further on the couch. Her and Yonji had arrived home about two hours earlier from their 'adventures' in the woods. And after some much needed first aid, a shower (of which Yonji received a pleasant thank you gift for the recent after care), clean clothes and a light meal; they were both now settled on the couch in their living room watching some random show to enjoy the rest of their evening.

Ran snuggled in closer against her giant green lover, the latter looking down at her and smiling before kissing the top of her head.

Yonji was laying casually on the couch. Head propped up in his palm as he absentmindedly watched whatever was on the screen, his other arm lazily draped over Ran. Hand stroking her stomach from time to time under the blanket.

He looked down again, for what felt like the hundredth time since they got on that couch, and smiled. Seeing her so closely snuggled up to him made him feel so at ease. There were no expectations for him, no stress, no 'master Yonji'. He was just 'Yonji' here and he had one duty; attend to his little Panda of a girlfriend.

Who was currently, without realizing it, making things very difficult for him at the moment.

She didn't seem to realize every little thing she does could potentially set him off in all the right ways. In the kitchen in just her pjs making a meal? He'll bend her over before making her his meal. At the gym doing her daily sets? She was about to get a lesson in both flexibility and endurance if the security cameras weren't an issue. Literally her just bending over to pick something up and he was ready to bend her over the nearest surface and have her over and over. And right now She was unknowingly testing his resolve.

She was wearing her cute little spaghetti strap top with a sleeping panda on it, that left her stomach exposed to him, with her matching shorts, that hugged her ass so nicely and left nothing to the imagination when it came to her thighs. All of her marks from her earlier adventure with him a dark contrast to the light colored top and made for wonderful accessories. Her minty teal hair was no longer in her buns, and instead in a high pony tail with strands framing that adorable face of hers, and she opted to not put her glasses on since she was trying to relax.

The little minx was teasing him, she had to be.

He was doing his best to keep himself in control, she was still recovering to what they did earlier after all, but it was becoming difficult with every time she shifted or snuggled closer against him. With every brief movement she made her barely covered backside was brushing against the front of him, and it was starting to stir something up inside him that was making him bite his lip, and hug her a bit closer to him. If she kept going he wouldn't be able to last, and she already did so much for him, but he was getting hungry.

Suddenly an idea hit him. He was going to get what he wanted, plus that snack. And Ran won't have to do a thing for him except lay there and look cute. Yonji grinned to himself before snuggling in closer to her, ready to put his plan into action.

Yonji leaned down and kissed the top of her head, like he had done many times before, then started making his way down to kiss her forehead, then down to her nose before he went for each cheek. Making Ran chuckle some at his sudden assault. " yonji what are you up to? I thought we were watching this show."

"We are, don't worry. You lay back and enjoy the show. " He purred before tracing his nose back up to nibble on her ear some, causing her breath to hitch.

"Yonji...already? we just..."

"Shh. just relax and enjoy your show. You won't have to do a thing except lay there and be cute. Promise. This is alllll for you."

" What do you mean?"

" After indulging me in one of my deepest fantasies, and then blowing me in the shower, then making a nice light dinner for us? It's only fair I do you a little favor right? Besides..you denied me my favorite snack in those woods...and I am getting little hungry. So you just relax and let me take care of you for right now alright?"

Ran knew there really wasn't any arguing with him. And it wasn't like she was complaining either. Its just usually some work on her end would be needed afterwards as it usually never stopped there. However, If he was promising she can just lay back and let him do everything, then she will see where this would good.

She sighed and nestled in closer to him, and leaned over to kiss the bottom of his chin. " Alright, but I better not have to do anything like you said." Yonji grinned and nuzzled her neck. " I promise. Just enjoy the tv. "

Ran nodded before turning her head back to the tv to continue watching her show. Yonji smiling as she did so before going back to what he was doing. He left a trail of kisses from her ear down to her neck. Stopping to suck on a spot that wasn't blemished by his teeth marks from earlier. He grinned hearing the little hitch in hear breathing as he assaulted her neck. He stayed there, leaving kisses and light marking where he sucked on unmarked skin, for a few more minutes before pulling back. Enjoying the view of her cheeks becoming noticeably more pink, and her breath a smidge more labored as she did her best to keep watching what was on the screen.

He leaned down and kissed her cheek sweetly, before moving the hand that had been resting on her stomach up to snake under her top and squeeze one of her breasts. Rolling her nipple between his fingers idly, as if he was just mindlessly playing with it as he watched the show as well. When he was watching Ran for her reactions. She currently had her lip between her teeth to keep herself calm as she watched her show, but her thighs were telling on her.

Her thighs were rubbing together tightly to get a but of friction to ease the pressure she was feeling. All while rubbing her ass against his crotch like before, this time with more intent. He let a low chuckle before grinding against her back, letting himself poke against her clothed entrance a few times before pulling back. " Now now, I said you focus on the show while I take care of everything. So why don't we take this and move it over here shall we?" He emphasized that part by pulling his hand out of her top to move one of her legs to rest on top of his. Preventing her from rubbing, and giving him full access from his vantage point.

When her glazed over eyes met his for a moment she saw that sweet little smile of his plastered on his face before he moved his hand back up to her top and started playing with her other breast like he was the other one. All while grinding his growing erection against her slit. Causing a few strained moans to escape her.

"Pay attention babe. I think we are getting to the good part." he teased as he waited for her to turn her head back to the screen. As soon as she was looking away he moved his hand to slowly trace down her torso, down her belly and finally coming to rest by cupping her through her shorts, and slowly rubbing her. Letting a low groan as he did so. " I have barely even begun and you are beginning to soak through enough make a damp spot on your shorts? You really are needy for me huh?" He teased as he kept rubbing her through her short, her nails gripping into the cushion to gain some kind of anchor. He smiled some seeing her try her best to remain in control as she kept her eyes glued on the tv. " Well, what kind of man would i be if I just left you unattended like this?" he purred as he slipped his hands under the waistband of her shorts and started rubbing her through her underwear. Sliding his finger up and down her slit, and stopping occasionally to rub slow gentle circles around her needy little nub. She was starting to whimper some in need as she kept trying to stay focused. Failing miserably as he eyes started to fall shut to enjoy the feeling he was giving her. He flicked her clit some, causing her to gasp and open her eyes. Giving him a pout. " Watch the show sweetheart. Don't wanna miss it" He told her as he kept stroking her. She could only let out a shaky huff as she did her best to keep her eyes open.

After another minute or so of him teasing he finally decided to be nice and slip past the final barrier between them. He slowly slid his finger up her clothed cunt one last time, making sure to catch his finger on her clit as he moved, before finally slipping his hand into her underwear where he started to rub lazy circles against her clit with his fum. Ran let out low moan as he did this, her leg twitching on his thigh as he did this. He grinned and put some more pressure on it before moving his digit to move quickly in and up and down motion. This made her rest her head back against her chest and pant heavily as she tried everything in her power to stay focused. " You're doing so well babe. How about I help you out some?" He purred, before slipping a digit inside of her and started to lazily pump it inside of her, letting out a throaty groan as he felt her insides. " babe. You are drenched here and already sucking me in over one finger..I can't wait to get started now." He admitted as he sped that finger up. Making Ran's breath hitch every so often as it git grazed that spot inside of her. Soon after Yonji added a second finger and started pistoning them inside of her. Making his palm grind against her aching numb without mercy. He was loving the wet sounds coming from her cunt, the caught breaths and needy whines coming from her. It was telling him just how much she was loving it. But the part that told it to him the most was how she was clenching around his fingers alone. With every thrust, crook and rub he could feel her walls spasming against his attention. He knew if he kept this up she'd come undone soon. But that's not what he wanted just yet.

He still wanted his snack.

After a few more passes he pulled his hand away from her. Causing her to whine in protest, and break her focus to look up at him with pleading eyes and flushed cheeks. That look alone was almost enough to make him forgo what he wanted and just pound into her until she saw stars, but this wasn't about him. He was going to care for her right now.

He smiled at her before sitting up. " Just doing some rearranging babe don't worry." he told her as he moved to have her lay down on the couch. her head propped up on a pillow so she could still see the tv, and he was hovering over her under the with a feral grin. " Now babe, like i said before, you focus on the show and let me have my snack. got it?" She gave him a weak nod as he looked down at her, before he smiled at her and kissed her softly. "Don't worry. I am not going to tease you for much longer. Promise" With that promise he slid her shorts and underwear off and kissed his way down until he got to her mound. he couldn't see her face, as he was now obscure underneath the blanket, but by the way she was twitching and her breath was coming in shallow pants, he knew she was struggling to keep her eyes on the tv.

He decided that he was done with the teasing, and slid his shorts down some as well. gripping himself with his free hand. Letting out a hiss as he felt his own hand touch his cock. smearing a bit of pre to help lube up his strokes. He may not be fucking her this time around but he was definitely get off to her cries of pleasure.

He finally nestled himself snugly between her legs and blew on her glistening cunt, making her hips twitch some around his head. He let out a low moan as he started to pump himself before diving his head down to lap up slowly along her cunt. Enjoying the taste of her that had gathered near her entrance. He heard a whine come from her as he continued his broad swipes of his tongue against her, letting the tip of his tongue flick against her swollen clit. Her thighs were twitching with each flick and swipe of his tongue, which lead him to stroke and squeeze in time with her twitches. He was moaning into her cunt, the vibrations making her whine in pleasure as he kept going. He soon decided to move himself further up and started sucking on her swollen numb, while he brought two fingers up to start stimulating that spot inside of her. He felt her ankles cross, and her thighs tighten as soon as he started to spear her insides with his digits. Her moans reaching a high pitched keening sound as she kept going. His own moans reaching a higher pitch as he stroked himself in time with his thrusts inside of her. After a few more moments of that Yonji pulled his mouth off of her clit, and his fingers out of her. Ran was about to cry in protest to him moving, before letting out a gasp and cry of pleasure as she felt something warm and wet slip inside of her and start thrusting and wiggling inside of her.

Yonji had slipped his tongue inside of her and started fucking her with that. Bringing his thumb down to continue where his suction had left off. His hand starting to fist himself faster. He was so sloe, and by the way her legs were twitching around his head she was too. He started to thrust his tongue upwards and drag it along the spongy spot inside of her as his thumb rubbed fast, tight circles around her clit. "Y-yonjiii I'm...I'm gonna.." Yonji pulled back some, the slick sound of him fisting himself filling the room for a moment. " Cum for me baby. Cum all over my face and let me enjoy my favorite little snack." he growled before he dove back in and started thrusting his tongue in more and moving his finger in faster circles.

It didn't take long after that. With a few more strokes of his tongue, and rub of his finger against her abused button, she hit her peak. Her legs immediately tightened around his head, her hand coming down to tighten in his hair and push his face further into her cunt, and her back arched as she let out a load cry of pleasure. Her release flooding his mouth. The combination of the hair pulling, legs tightening and finally getting to taste her was all that he needed as well. After a few more strokes his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he let out strangled moan into her cunt as he released himself into his hand.

He stayed there a fir a few seconds, making sure he got every last drop of her. Once he was satisfied he got everything he slowly pulled himself away from her, making sure his tongue trailed against that swollen clit one more time to feel her twitch some and moan again. He came out from under the blanket and grinned at her. Kissing her on the forehead, mouth still glistening with her release. "You enjoy your show babe?"

" Gonna be honest I forgot what I was even watching the second you started rubbing me out through my underwear." she admitted as he let out a laugh. " Awwww. Sorry i distracted you from the show."

"It's fine. Wasn't even that interest compared to what you were doing. Though now I don't have any pajamas for tonight as you already made me soak through those." Ran pouted as he snickered at her. " Oh no I guess we are going to bed naked, whatever will we do." he joked as he bundled her up in the blanket and made his way towards the bedroom. " We can do laundry tomorrow once we get up. For now lets get some rest. We have had quite the adventure today." He told her as he finally entered their room and placed her on the bed. "Like we're going to get any sleep if we go to bed naked. Your hands are going to be all over me." she pouted as he started getting her comfortable in bed with a small chuckle. " I promise, I will keep my hands to myself until you and I are well rested. Now, go ahead and get ahead start on that sleep. I'll go clean up out there and join you in a bit." He told her as he made his way to the door.

" Hey Yonji?" He looked back at Ran, who was curled up in the bed all cozy staring at him. " Yeah Panda? what is it?"

" I love you." Yonji stared at her for a moment before his face softened into a gentle smile meant only for her. " I love you too Panda ."

" and Happy Birthday As well." Yonji was confused before he looked up at the time and laughed to himself as he realized that it was in fact his birthday as of today.

"well if what we've been doing for the last few hours is any indicator of how my birthday is going to go. This is going to be the best one I have ever had."

A/N: Wooooooooo. You guys do NOT wanna know how long that has been in my head. But i am so glad to get it out so my favorite green boy can get some love. When i also saw how close his Birthday was (March 2nd) I decided last second to make this a birthday fic as well for him. Hope you all enjoyed this as well and please feel free to leave asks or requests. i am really enjoying being able to write again. See you all in the next one!

P.S. @vinsmoke-vi here ya go mah friend, cause you and I enjoy the same level of depravity.

[togenabi]

things I won't tell you

vinsmoke sanji (opla) x princess!reader

♡—the new royal chef doesn't seem to recognize you without your crown. who's going to tell him? . . . certainly not you.

word count♡— 7.3k (cries)

genre♡— fluff, royal chef x princess au

content notes♡— opla sanji, afab!reader is a princess, reader wears dresses, reader has siblings (oc's), sanji made me google fancy food, mentions of zeff, sanji gets jealous if you squint, no use of y/n, proofread (but only a little)

also on♡— ao3

author's note♡— this is detached from any canon, its basically just a big chunk of sanji fluff. please enjoy!

You've never really dreamed for yourself. You had always just let life fall into place around you.

The kingdom is prospering, entering a new age of commerce. Artists, craftsmen, and inventors sail seas just to be part of it.

Your sister Chrysanth is a wise queen, as you always knew she would be. She’s fair and just, always knowing what’s best for her people.

On the other hand, your brother August is Captain of the Royal Guard. He’s an excellent swordsman, who has yet to be beaten ever since he took command.

As for you, the youngest of the three, you have no idea what you’re doing.

The most likely outcome would be for you to be married off to settle some political arrangement. Unpleasant as it sounds, you would have agreed to it for the sake of the kingdom.

But the moment you said so, Chrysanth gave you a look unbecoming of a queen and immediately shut it down.

“Look,” She gestured to the view outside. “Does that seem like a kingdom who needs help to you? I work my butt off precisely so that we won’t have to depend on anyone else.”

“Besides,” She adds, “if anyone wants your hand, they should fight to the death for it.”

And so, for now, you work for your sister. Helping manage general affairs and the kingdom’s business agreements—even though she could easily hire someone else.

“I love that you insist on working,” Your brother told you once. “You could have been a socialite, but you’re here with us, serving the people.”

Of course you are. Because even though you didn’t necessarily plan it, you are proud and committed to your work. You’re happy with your own, mundane accomplishments.

Or at least that’s what you try to remember when you glance at the tall pile of documents on your desk. You’ll relish the satisfaction that will come when it’s gone.

The candle beside you burns low, flame becoming dimmer and dimmer as the hour grows late. You should probably replace that. Pulling open your drawer, your eyes scan its contents for a candle.

You’re fresh out of the tall ones that fit in the candleholder, but you have one sculpted like a cinnamon bun—a gift from August a few birthdays ago. It’s not exactly the best for illuminating your work, but something makes you strike a match and light it still.

It smells like freshly baked cinnamon rolls, you can’t help but inhale the decadent scent deeply.

The aroma triggers an embarrassing grumble from your stomach. You feel your ears burn despite the fact that no one else is around to have heard it. Perhaps a midnight snack is in order.

Unexpectedly, light seeps through the gap beneath the large wooden double doors to the kitchen. In all your years, you’ve never encountered anyone in the kitchen at two in the morning.

Normally, you wouldn’t want to disturb them. Knowing the chefs, they would likely fuss over you and put whatever they were doing on hold.

But you fear that your stomach will disagree with that, so you decide to knock and enter the kitchen anyway.

There’s only one chef inside—a tall, blond man with his back to you. You don’t think you recognize him. He must be one of the new hires.

When he hears your footsteps on the stone tiles, he turns around.

His expression, at first, is curious. But after a beat, his mouth curves into a charming grin that catches you completely off guard.

“Hello there, miss.” He nods in greeting, eyes alight with a look that no one usually dares when it comes to you.

“I’d be happy to fix up something for you if there’s anything you’re… craving.”

When you expected the chef to fuss over you, this isn’t what you meant.

Your first instinct is to look at his surroundings for alcohol. Perhaps he’s intoxicated and not in his right mind?

But the (sober) chef seems to have mistaken your silence for bashfulness, because he presses you further, “Trust me. I may be new around here, but I know my stuff.”

Unsure how to respond to his blatant (or insolent, your sister would say) behavior, you try to gently decline his offer.

“It’s alright,” You say, still uncertain about him. “I was only going to make a sandwich and be on my way.”

“Nonsense!” He insists. “If you’re hungry at this hour, it means you’ve been busy working too hard.”

He approaches the pantry, retrieving one too many things for a mere sandwich. Your concern grows when he grabs garlic, several leafy vegetables, and a lemon.

“You, my dear,” He points at you with, is that a cucumber? “—deserve a proper treat.”

You sigh, it looks like he doesn’t intend to back down. Maybe you should just let him do what he wants and see if he can back up all the talk. Pulling one of the chairs from beneath the kitchen island, you take a seat as you observe the flirtatious chef.

At least he seems to be enjoying himself. His hands work with the kind of precision that only comes from years of experience; and he smiles proudly when he sees you watching.

“I meant what I said, I’m a damn good cook.” He’s begun chopping the vegetables. “My name’s Sanji, by the way.”

The question now is whether or not you properly introduce yourself. It's difficult to deny that you enjoy his attention. The casual and relaxed manner he addresses you with is… a nice kind of different. When else are you going to experience that if you let this go?

Alright. For tonight, you're not a princess. You're someone who stumbled upon a chef—a handsome one, it dawns on you. This is a chance encounter in the palace kitchens. And, you glance over at the dressing and ingredients he prepared, why should you turn down good food?

You decide to only give him your name. It feels strange introducing yourself without your title, but you don't tell him that.

“It makes sense that your name is as captivating as you are.” Sanji's voice is smooth, easygoing as he moves around the kitchen.

Nothing about his demeanor changes. Either he really doesn't know anything about this country's royalty, or he's skillfully controlled his reaction and is hiding that he knows.

There's also a third possibility: that you look so haggard and tired that you simply do not appear royal anymore.

Subconsciously, you look at your typical office clothes… Maybe you should go on that fitting the royal stylist has been pestering you about.

On the topic of style, however, your companion has unusual attire for a chef. He’s wearing a buttoned shirt with a necktie. His black slacks match the suit jacket draped over one of the chairs.

Your attention is diverted when Sanji begins rolling up his sleeves. He juices the lemon he had sliced in half, arms flexing as he twists the fruit.

Clearing your throat, you ask him a question to distract yourself. “What are you making?”

He smiles as if he’s glad you asked. “A dish that suits a beauty like you, of course.”

Several minutes later, he presents you with a sandwich. The slices of bread are whole wheat; the layers of ingredients between them are all in varying shades of green.

“A green goddess sandwich, made with care for the goddess in front of me.” Sanji pushes the plate towards you. 

It's easy to stay composed despite the flattery because your hunger makes you focus on the food. “It really does look excellent.” You compliment earnestly.

He gestures to the plate before placing his hands in his pockets. “Tastes excellent too, try it.” Shaking your head at how confident he’s being, you pick up the sandwich.

It might just be the best sandwich you’ve ever had in your life. The flavors are fresh, and you catch the hints of lemon blending with the dressing. The bread is soft, contrasting with the crunch of the cucumbers and sprouts.

You're completely surprised, and it must be obvious based on how Sanji reacts. He lets out an adorable, pleased laugh that makes you want to hear it again.

“I knew you’d like it, ma chèrie.” Sanji reaches a hand towards your face. Your heart just about stops when he brushes his thumb to wipe at the corner of your mouth. His eyes look so intense, like you'll drown in them if you stare too much. 

It feels as if your face could burst into flames at any second, so you turn away to hide your flush.

As Sanji grabs you a glass of water, you ask him if he’s eaten. “I did, but it’s nice that you’re worried about me.” He answers. You almost choke on your drink.

Once you've finished your meal, you stand then grab your empty plate and glass. But Sanji mirrors you, blocking the way to the sink. Why must a chef have such broad shoulders?

He shakes his head, trying to get the dishes from you. “Can’t let you do that, love.”

“Why not?” You frown, pulling your arms back so he doesn’t reach them.

“It’s late. You shouldn’t be working any more—”

“But you’re allowed to?” You look up at him defiantly.

Sanji stares at you. You stare back. There's a few seconds of silence before you sprint the other way, running around the kitchen island to get to a different sink.

“Oh, no you don’t!” Sanji yells after you.

You’re almost there, but Sanji catches up to you easily. Before you know it, he’s blocking the way again and you curse, remembering his long legs.

“Sanji, let me do the dishes.” You plead, but he’s as stubborn as it gets.

“The knives I used need to be washed anyway, and I’m not about to let your pretty hands do that.” Sanji winks, and you give up. He pries the dishes from your hands.

Seeing your shoulders slump disappointedly, he offers you a compromise. “If you really want, you could throw the rubbish in the bin and wipe down the counters.” Okay, you can do that.

“Are you sure this is the only way I can repay you?” You ask, grabbing a washcloth to begin cleaning up.

“That’s plenty of help, my dear.” Sanji answers.

But after a moment, he seems to have gotten an idea. Your brows raise in curiosity as you question him, “What?”

“...I was just wondering,” He begins, looking at you with that flirtatious glint in his eye. “Since we had such a wonderful time tonight, would you be willing to join me again?”

“That depends,” You press your lips together to suppress the smile blooming on your lips. “Will you cook for me again?”

Sanji laughs, throwing his head back. “Darling, that’s a given.”

He gazes at you while he dries his hands. There’s a grin on his face as he asks, like he already knows your answer. He probably does. He’s probably right.

“Same time tomorrow?”

Even though you got back to your chambers at an ungodly hour in the morning, you woke up feeling the most refreshed you’ve ever been. There’s a spring in your step as you get ready for the day, and you pick clothes that are slightly more dressy than your usual attire. Sanji shouldn’t be able to notice that you dressed up for him, right?

But your sister does. 

Seated at the head of the table, Chrysanth stops eating to analyze your clothes the instant you show up to the dining hall for breakfast.

You could practically hear the gears in her head turning. Avoiding her gaze, you bow to greet her before taking your seat, “Good morning.”

The queen only smiles at you knowingly, eyes still flickering over you with enraptured excitement. Very much unlike a queen, however, she kicks your shin underneath the table.

“Ow!” You yelp.

“So…” She lets the syllable drag on. “Who’s the guy?”

You focus on piling food onto your plate, choosing to ignore her. “What guy?”

“Your guy.” She says, giddy. “Is he your guy yet?”

“Hm?” Is your only response. Breakfast looks lovely. Should you ask for coffee or tea today?

Chrysanth kicks you again.

“Hey!” You rub the skin to dull the pain. “Stop that!”

“Stop avoiding the question!” She persists, waving a hand to gesture at your clothes. “You only wear that skirt when you want to impress someone.”

Mentally cursing her for knowing you too well, you continue to act nonchalant.

“Really, it’s nothing.” You try to clarify. “I just thought that it would be a nice change.”

She doesn't believe it. Not one bit of it. Thankfully though, she drops the topic. Your shoulders relax as the discussion switches to work-related ones. She’s telling you about her plans to approve a restaurant in the museum when your brother joins you for breakfast.

Once he’s seated, August takes one look at you before tilting his head. “Who’s the guy?”

Chrysanth looks far too smug and triumphant than you’d like. You bury your face in your hands. Would Sanji also tease you if he knew?

The rest of the day is uneventful, the only change to your typical work day being that you avoid your siblings like the plague. You have lunch brought to your office and skip on dinner.

Sanji had already started cooking by the time you got to the kitchen. “I hope you don’t mind,” He says. Of course you don’t, whatever it is smells amazing. “I thought I’d start early so you wouldn’t have to wait too long.”

“Thank you for going through the trouble.” You say, glancing at the ingredients he had laid out: there are crushed tomatoes on the counter. Pasta simmers in a pot on the stove. You recognize the tubed shapes with ridges surrounding them.

“Rigatoni?” You ask, turning to the chef.

Sanji nods, “With a simple, creamy tomato sauce. Nothing too extravagant, but still specially made for you.” 

He puts the pasta into two bowls, grating parmesan cheese on top. Your mouth waters.

“Here you are, darling.” It pleases you more than you thought it would when Sanji sits across from you to eat as well.

There’s something homey and yet luscious about the taste. He really outdid himself. “It’s delicious, Sanji.”

“I live to please.” Sanji says before standing to retrieve two wine glasses and a bottle of red. “Zweigelt.” He says as he pours for you both. “Juicy and fresh, with just the right amount of acidity.”

You almost swoon at the rasp in his voice. You never realized someone could be so attractive when talking about wine.

As he clinks his glass with yours, you think to yourself that this might be your favorite dish from him. However, true to his word, he surpasses your expectations every time.

After a few weeks, on your sixth (or is it seventh?) time meeting Sanji past midnight, you've reached the point where you're able to open up to each other beyond the pleasantries that come with the food.

He tells you about his dream of traveling the seas in search for the best ingredients the world has to offer. You admit how you sometimes feel like life is just taking you along with the current—that you’ve never had a burning, passionate dream to aspire to.

“I don’t think that’s a bad thing,” Sanji hums contemplatively. “There aren’t any deadlines when it comes to finding dreams.”

“I do worry that you’re working yourself to the bone, though.” He adds, and for once, his smile looks different somehow. It’s a fond, gentle smile that’s sweeter than the macarons he made for you.

“What do you mean?” You take a sip of water.

“While I'm flattered you enjoy my food so well, do you eat properly? Shouldn't the palace be treating you better?” This time, you actually choke on your drink.

Could it get more embarrassing than this? Your ears burn as you cough, trying to clear your throat and settle your heart.

“Breathe, love." Sanji, ever the gentleman, is next to you in a flash of a second. He pats your back gently and supportively. “I'm sorry if I startled you.”

“It's alright—and, I do eat,” Your voice comes out raspy. “It's just that I don't usually have an appetite for dinner.”

“But that leaves you hungry for a midnight snack?” Sanji asks, a knowing expression on his face as he refills your glass.

“Exactly.” You smile. Thankfully, your throat has calmed down. Picking up a vanilla-flavored macaron, you savor the taste that melts sweetly on your tongue. Returning to his chair across from you, Sanji watches you eat happily. 

“I take pride in my desserts, but that chocolatier in Belltower street… The sweets are just—out of this world, I tell you.” He looks so excited as he talks, eyes aglow and gestures animated. “The chocolates are handmade and everything. I'm sure you've heard of it?”

“Um…” Hesitating, you certainly remember issuing a business permit for a chocolatier; but you can’t say you’ve gone there yourself.

Sanji’s eyes widen in disbelief. “Surely you’re pulling my leg. You haven’t been?”

“...”

He observes you quietly, like he's considering what to do next. There have been instances when Sanji stays quiet, doesn't eat, and only watches you chew. The times where he insists that he's content with seeing you eating well. Those were awkward at first, but you learned that was just part of spending time with him. Your reaction was a reward on its own.

But this isn't like that. Something feels oddly different in the way he seems to be gathering his composure. The silence almost worries you, but thankfully he breaks it first.

“You’ve saved me the trouble of thinking of a place to take you to.” Laughing, Sanji practically glows in elation. “You’ll love it, I promise.”

You had a peculiar sense that you would’ve loved going anywhere, as long as you were with him. 

Feeling bold, you suggest, “I’m free this Saturday if that’s good for you?”

He gives you that soft, enamoured look again. Something makes you hold your breath, your fingers tingle and the entire rest of the world slows down. You’re almost certain you’re giving him the same look.

“Even if I wasn’t, love, I would have gone to you anyway.”

The next day, a Thursday, your brother unexpectedly knocks on your office door.

“Hey,” You smile. “Is something wrong?” 

It’s rare for August to look for you in the middle of the day. If either of you need to speak, it’s usually you who heads into the training grounds to talk to him. The other way around occurring is curious.

“I wanted to invite you to watch the knights train this Saturday.” He says coolly. “It would boost their morale if you spoke a few words.”

The commander goes on to speak, not catching that you’ve short circuited somewhat, trying to rack your brain for a valid excuse to decline him.

“And maybe, you could pick out a personal knight like I’ve been telling you.” August prompts. “You really should—”

When he pauses, squinting his eyes at you suspiciously, you suddenly recall why you stopped trying to hide anything from him. 

“You already have plans.” He says, face carefully blank.

“Yes.” Thank goodness he understood. But wait, his eyes are widening. Why is he making that face? Why is he looking at you like he just figured out—

“You have a date.” Darn it all.

August is bewildered, not knowing what to do with the information he put together. He awkwardly brushes his fingers through his hair.

“...Is he a good guy, at least?” He settles with, asking carefully in that concerned way he does when he looks out for you.

Biting your lip, you nod. “He seems to be, so far.”

“Okay.” August responds. “Does Chrysanth know?”

“It’s nothing serious.” Yet. Yet? Do you want it to be? “You’re the first I’ve told.”

A worrying thought suddenly pops in your mind. Your turn to him, distressed. “Please don’t tell her yet, August.”

“Why?” His frown deepens, like he’s about to ask more questions. Unfortunately for him, you decide you’ve had enough talking about Sanji to your brother for today.

“Aren’t you busy?” You grab his arm, guiding him out of your office. “Don’t you have training to get to?”

“I do, but—why can't Chrysanth know?” You open the door for him and try to push him out, but August plants his feet; still trying to figure you out. He doesn’t budge an inch.

But then he makes that face again. That annoying ‘aha!’ face.

“You really need to go, good luck with training! Tell the knights I said hi—” You manage to shove him out with all your strength, but at the last second before you close the door, August turns around again.

“He’s a commoner, isn’t he?” You slam the door at his face. 

It doesn't matter. Sanji's status will never matter to you. Not when he's holding your hand so sweetly while he guides you through the winding streets of the city. You recognize some shops by name, knowing who owns what and when they established their business. But Sanji knows these streets, and he's more than happy to show you.

“Ah, one moment, my dear.” Sanji pulls you towards a quaint little cart overflowing with flowers. He flicks a coin to the vendor, eyes scanning all the vibrant colors and bursting petals. 

Somehow, without you needing to tell him, he picks one in your favorite color. You're starting to feel like that's just part of being with Sanji—that he knows what you want, and knows what you need before you do.

The flower is soon tucked into your hair, behind your ear. His fingers linger on the side of your face—and normally, you'd break eye contact and shy away. Maybe let out a halfhearted excuse that you should continue on your way. But you don't.

You smile back at him, not bothering to hide the genuine happiness you feel. And when Sanji pulls back, you're already holding out your hand before he reaches for it. There’s something in his eyes. Something that makes you feel like you're walking on air when he tugs you along again.

As planned, Sanji takes you to the chocolatier he told you about. The building is small, tucked between larger shops in the middle of a busy street, but there’s no doubting the quality of their confections.

The elderly chef behind the counter greets Sanji like a grandson she hasn’t seen in forever. She ushers him in, enthusiastically pointing to this and that, saying she moved some furniture around as he suggested.

“It looks perfect, grand-mère.” Sanji smiles, taking in the beautiful glass display. Chocolates of every flavor cover the shelves from end to end.

Grand-mère’s eyes light up when she sees you. She casts an approving look at Sanji, “I like this one. She might even be too good for you.”

“That’s because she is.” Sanji laughs, and you pretend to browse the menu while they talk.

“No need for that, ma chèrie.” The menu is plucked from your hands. Sanji sets it aside, pointing instead to where grand-mère is behind the counter. She's wrapping up a box of chocolates that she hands to you.

“No need to pay, dear.” She smiles, patting your hand. “If he ever gives you trouble, let me know.”

Sanji whisks you away through the streets again. You've never been this far into the city before. Looking back at the path you've taken and not recognizing any of it, you know you’d be absolutely lost without Sanji by your side.

“Almost there.” He tells you, pointing to a cobbled path that inclines upwards. 

What meets you at the top of the path is a small clearing. A stunning tree with blossoms on its branches stands at the center. Flowers and petals flutter away and fall onto the iron bench beneath it.

“Sanji, this is lovely...” You trail off, letting go of his hand to catch a flower into your palms. The flower twirls delicately between your fingers before you turn back to Sanji, tucking the blossom into the pocket of his suit.

Sanji takes your hand before you can pull away, bending down to press a kiss to your knuckles. 

“Not nearly as lovely as you.”

The two of you spent hours under that tree, sharing chocolates and stories—feeling like this is how things are supposed to be. Not necessarily the flowers, or the chocolates, or even the sun setting beautifully in so many warm colors.

Just Sanji. With you, next to you. 

All at once, it sinks in that he could be the dream you've been waiting for. But you don't tell him that.

Being enlightened on your feelings for Sanji becomes a second thought, however, when you’re swamped with work the following week.

“Don’t these people ever get tired?” Chrysanth groans, leaning back on her chair. “Why is planning a festival so hard?”

You approach her desk and place another stack of documents onto it. The numerous piles are getting concerning.

She scowls at the papers, then scowls at you. “Don’t you ever get tired?”

“Of course I do.” You tap a stack of documents to her left. “The guest list for the ball needs to be approved by tonight so we can send invitations out.” She groans again, but picks up the list anyway.

You’re unable to see Sanji as often as you’d like, but you both promised to meet once a week. Even if it’s only for a few short heartbeats together.

You dearly miss him. You think about him as you hand Chrysanth menu plans for the ball. If he saw it, he’d say that he could come up with something better.

She glances at the menu, studying it. Or at least, that’s what you thought she was doing—until her next words proved you wrong.

“So, how are you and that chef doing?”

Your heart isn’t in your chest anymore. It sank down, deep into the depths of the earth. It also must have taken all the air in the room along with it. How did she—

“August?” You blurt out.

Chrysanth shakes her head, “Zeff.” Oh no. Sanji’s boss knows? Does Sanji know that you’re—

“According to Zeff,” She proceeds, cutting off your thoughts. “One of his subordinates has been cooking a lot of personal meals over the last few weeks.”

“I can explain—” But your sister holds up a hand. Your mouth snaps shut.

She calls your name, and then you realize how serious her tone is. “Are you familiar with the kitchen’s rules when it comes to using ingredients and supplies for personal use?”

“...I’m afraid I'm not.” You didn’t know the kitchen had any such rules… but surely Sanji does. Your voice stutters, “I, did—is he in trouble?”

“He isn’t.” She answers, though her expression is still grave. “But I think that you should be aware of how much he’s doing for you.”

Chrysanth opens a drawer to retrieve a list of kitchen rules. Reading it over, everything is standard and straight to the point. You find the answer to your confusion towards the end, a small, nondescript bullet that reads:

All staff must reimburse the cost of all ingredients used for any reason outside of official duties.

“He must know who I am, then.” You say, feeling relieved that he didn’t break some sort of impossible rule. “He wouldn’t have done so much for me if he didn’t.”

Your sister purses her lips, letting the silence linger for a second before responding, “He doesn’t know, love.” She hands you another document. “He’s been paying back every cent out of pocket.”

Tracing over the timestamps and the different ingredients listed, you stare at an outline of your time with Sanji. It’s nice to reminisce, but you can’t help but wince whenever you spot something particularly pricey. What on earth are you to do with this man?

“Zeff recognized your name when he asked Sanji who he was cooking for.” Chrysanth explains. “He didn’t tell him, but he came to me and requested for Sanji to be repaid.”

“Since anything served to me counts as official duties of a royal chef.” You piece together. 

“Exactly.” Chrysanth nods. “However, doing that would expose your title to him. Which is why I wanted to speak to you about this first… You should tell him.”

“I know.” Letting out a deep sigh, you agree. Sanji deserves to know more than anything. Nevertheless, the thought of him changing how he treats you—or worse, leaving—because of your status, frightens you to your core. 

“I’ll talk to him tonight.” You say, but your sister’s expression slowly changes. What did she plan this time?

“Or maybe, you could put the kitchen dates on pause and tell him in a few weeks.” Surprisingly, she hands you an invitation to the ball.

“I can’t bring Sanji as my date.” No matter how much you wish you could.

“Are you sure about that?” Chrysanth is unable to contain her grin. “Open it!”

‘…you are cordially invited to the spring masquerade ball.’

You gasp, “You turned it into a masquerade?”

“Yes, I did. You won’t believe how much convincing it took for the ministers to agree.” She rolls her eyes, but then her smile returns. “Don’t waste my hard work and have fun with your man, littlest sister.”

You laugh, not expecting this outcome after all that. “I love you, even if you made me go through so much emotional turmoil for fun.” She cackles.

“Of course I had to make you sweat after what you put me through.” Chrysanth scoffs, “I can’t believe I had to hear about your love life from Zeff, of all people.”

“Ah,” She says, remembering something. “Speaking of, why’d you guess August first earlier?”

“...”

“...Did you tell him before me?” She gasps. “How could you! Give that invite back!”

“I didn’t think you’d approve.” You admit shyly. “He’s a commoner.”

“If he treats you well—which, he obviously does—I could care less about all that.” Chrysanth reaches for your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Only those stuck up ministers will react negatively, I’m sure. We can deal with them easily enough.”

When she lets you go, she abruptly adds, “He better be cute though.”

That sends you laughing again. “Oh, Chrysanth, he’s the cutest!”

He certainly is. Especially when he sees you and grins, opening his arms wide in expectation. You fall into his embrace when you’re near enough.

Sanji takes your hand and places it on his arm, leading you away from the kitchens.

“Some of the others are still in there planning for the ball.” He explains. “It seems preparations are keeping us both busy.”

Sanji takes you to the greenhouse, which you’ve never seen at night before. Various patches of vegetables and shrubs line the space. There are trees and flowers towards the back too. It feels like a secret hideout, being here with Sanji. 

“I miss spending more time with you, love.” He whispers.

“Me too.” Your heart melts thinking about how much he gave for you. You wish you had the courage to tell him the truth now, while he’s looking at you like you put up the stars in the sky, but you can’t. You’re not ready yet.

Reaching your hands up, you caress his face gently, brushing your thumb across his cheek. He places his hands over yours, keeping them there. 

Sanji closes his eyes to savor the moment, and you let him. You two stay like that, your hands becoming enveloped in so much of Sanji you feel like you could recognize him with your eyes closed, with a single touch.

There’s a certain familiarity to him at this point. You would probably have some difficulty adjusting back to life without him in it. He’s so familiar that you could probably draw him. He makes you want to try.

“...I was just wondering,” You say with a knowing glint in your eye. Does he remember those words when he said them to you that first night? “We’ve been working hard for this ball, wouldn’t it be a shame not to enjoy it together?”

You give him the invitation, and he throws his head back laughing. You send him a confused look, but it all becomes clear when he pulls out an identical invitation from his jacket.

“Ah, how brilliant you are, mamour.” Sanji embraces you again, and you bask in how perfect it feels to tuck your head into the curve of his neck.

“It will be easy to find you even with a mask.” You murmur into his skin. He shivers. “You’re so goddamn tall it’s not fair.”

“I’m not too worried about you finding you, either.” Sanji begins to sway slowly with you still in his arms. It makes your heart skip a beat. You can’t wait to dance with him.

“Are you confident you’ll find me first, then?” You ask, adjusting your hold around his middle to snuggle in better.

“I’m not sure about being first,” He ponders. “But I’ll be sure it’s you when I find you.”

The greenhouse became your new meeting place while the palace was buzzing to prepare for the ball. You could only meet for a few minutes, but you treasured the time you shared just the same. 

Once, Sanji tried to feed you one of the expensive fruits growing there, but you declined, making up an excuse that you were allergic. He had looked at you strangely, but didn’t press you further.

You couldn’t find the time to see Sanji the week of the ball at all. Your time was spent welcoming foreign dignitaries, discussing business and trade. You and your sister had a marvelous time shutting down a marriage proposal from some duke from the north.

It amazes you how much you’ve changed since meeting Sanji. Had the duke asked before you met him, you probably would have considered it seriously. Whereas now, your standard is far too high. The man you choose must be able to get to your heart by cooking you the best food in the kingdom and all the seas. 

You’re glowing by the time you finish getting ready for the masquerade. The dress you chose is in your favorite color, with the skirt twirling dreamily when you turn. 

Chrysanth permitted you to enter the ballroom a few minutes late to avoid a royal entrance. You use the time to compose what you want to say to Sanji when you tell him the truth.

‘I’m a princess, and I think I might love you’, is that a lot to say? You sigh, smoothing your hands over your dress.

The clock on the wall chimes. It’s been fifteen minutes since the ball officially started. You put on your mask, tying the ribbon behind your head to secure it.

After one last glance at yourself in the mirror, you head to the ballroom—looking much more collected than you actually feel.

Maybe you shouldn’t have bragged to Sanji that you would find him easily, because you don’t.

You were mistaken when you thought all you’d had to do was look for a tall, blond man with a blue mask. (Sanji’s mask is surely going to be blue. He wouldn’t consider any other color. You bet your foot on it.) It’s unnerving how many people fit that description tonight.

You even find your brother before you find Sanji. August is dressed in surprisingly simple, all black attire. He looks more like a gentleman than a commander, lacking all those sparkly medals he’s usually required to wear at events.

“Where’s your date?” August asks, ducking his head slightly so that you can hear him over the crowd. “Chrysanth bragged about setting you two up.”

“I haven’t found him yet.” You answer dispiritedly. “I thought it would be easy.” 

August looks around, and you know that if he knew what Sanji looked like, he would be able to track him down in a flash. You’re about to ask what you should do when August suddenly bows, extending a hand to you.

“May I have this dance, fair lady?” He asks in a fake pretentious accent that instantly makes you laugh.

It would be nice to say yes, but you desperately want Sanji to be your first dance. August would understand. 

But you aren’t able to decline, someone else beats you to it.

“I’m afraid her first dance is spoken for.” Sanji’s voice reaches your ears and suddenly the room is brighter than it was.

You almost gasp, elated that he found you. Were it not for that frown on his face, you would have voiced out your joy.

August and Sanji stare each other down. Neither of them say anything, but it’s clear that their first impressions of each other aren’t the most pleasant. Not liking the hostility you’re sensing is building, you tug at Sanji’s hand. 

Your brother’s eyes soften at that, and he bows again, this time to say goodbye. “I’ll see you later then.”

You watch August go, and Sanji grumbles something you don’t catch under his breath. You'll have to properly introduce them at some point, but worrying about their relationship can wait. You really must cheer up this grump who thought he was going to miss your first dance.

“Dance with me, stranger?” Intertwining your fingers together, you smile and take in how handsome he looks. His suit is still black, but there are several accents in dark blue—the same color as his mask.

The deep navy color makes his eyes look almost crystalline, and you recognize why you love him so immensely when he smiles.

“I would be honored.”

Sanji is more graceful than you expected. His movements are controlled and precise, never moving too fast and always making sure you’re falling into step beside him.

He’s proven, once again, that he can surpass your every expectation. Sanji spins you around, catching you by your waist and grinning before sweeping you off your feet again.

By the end of it, you’re left breathless due to far too many reasons, and they all involve him.

You had tried bringing Sanji to a romantic spot; maybe a balcony, or somewhere by a fountain in the gardens—but it seems that a lot of other people had the same idea.

Everywhere was crowded, but you suppose where you ended up is romantic in its own way. With the sky being cloudless tonight, you could see every star twinkling away through the greenhouse’s glass roof. 

Let the stars bear witness to you pouring out your heart to this man.

“Sanji…” You start, mentally preparing yourself.

“Yes, ma chèrie?” Sanji tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear, you have his complete attention.

“There are things I must tell you.” You swallow the lump in your throat, not brave enough to look him in the eye yet; though you grip his hands tightly in yours.

Sanji waits. He doesn’t complain that you might be holding onto him too tightly, or nag at you for taking too long to put your words together.

When you finally look up to meet his eyes, you find the strength to breathe it out, “...I’m a princess.”

There’s this moment again, when you hold your breath and wait for his reaction; like when you first told him your name. Suddenly, it feels like you’re in the kitchen eating sandwiches with him again.

And, just as it did back then, his reaction surprises you.

His expression barely changes, the only difference being the barely-there furrow of his brows in concern. 

“I know, love.” He says.

“What?!” You drop his hands in shock. “Since when?”

Sanji blinks. “Since the moment we met.”

“But, I—why did you pay everything back? Why didn’t you ever mention it?”

His eyes widen, “Ah, is that why you wouldn’t eat anything from me these past few weeks? I knew you couldn’t be allergic to pineberries.” 

“Sanji, answer the question.” You pout, and he rubs your arms in an attempt to soothe you.

It’s Sanji’s turn to compose himself, you notice. He looks like he wants for your time together to stay lighthearted, when the thoughts in his mind are far from it.

“You didn’t want to talk about your duties, so I never asked.” Sanji shrugs, but you can see him getting nervous. 

“As for reimbursing the ingredients, I suppose I was worried that… you wouldn’t think of our time together dearly if I was just another chef on your staff.” 

Your heart shudders when he lets out a shaky breath. Oh Sanji.

“But that’s the truth isn’t it? I am, and yet I—” He pauses, eyes searching yours desperately. “If I didn’t pay for it, I would be admitting that a chef was all I’d ever be to you.”

You open your mouth to speak, but he cuts you off. “I don’t regret it. I would make the same choice if I had to.” Through the mask, you can see his resolve, but his hands shake as he holds you.

“I didn’t expect to feel this strongly about you.” Sanji continues, “You’re just so lovely, making me feel like I could take on the world for you.”

With your hands quivering the slightest bit, you pull at the ribbon behind your head. Your mask clatters to the floor. Raising your hands towards him, you push his mask up until it’s off, revealing the face of the man who has completely enamoured you; body and soul and all.

You think back to how the colors lit him up beautifully, that one sunset you shared under that blossoming tree. And now, he’s still just as beautiful, in this greenhouse under the moon and the stars. 

You love him all the same as you did then and every moment before. With the weight from keeping secrets gone from your chest, you finally let yourself admit it out loud.

“I love you, Sanji.” You confess. “I’ll go with you, if you’ll take on the world.” You try to say it calmly, but tears build up in your eyes. “You mean so much to me. You’re my dream.”

Sanji inches you closer, wrapping one arm around your waist while his other hand cradles the back of your head. “I love you too. More than you could possibly imagine.”

You quip back at him while wrapping your arms around his neck, “I think I have a pretty good idea.”

Sanji leans in the same moment you do, lips meeting in a passionate kiss that sends sparks running through every inch of your being. He pulls you impossibly tighter against him, strong hands caressing your back and holding firm at your waist. Your fingers rake through his hair, touching him to make sure he’s real. He’s here. He loves you. He knew. He always knew.

That night, you realized that your favorite taste from Sanji is his lips on yours. But, once again, he won’t hear you tell him that.

…

Sanji first saw you when a ceremony was held to welcome the new palace staff.

Everyone’s attention had been on your sister, the queen. Understandably so, but his eyes always strayed back to you. You looked gorgeous, wearing a stunning dress perfect for a princess as yourself. A cape draped tastefully down your back. And your crown sparkled brightly under the sun; but try as it might, it couldn’t be as dazzling as you.

Sanji was drawn to you instantly, and he thought he would go on with his life never understanding why.

That is, until you walked into the kitchen at two in the morning to make a sandwich.

It would have been impossible for him to not recognize you. Regular office clothes or not, something was different in the way you carried yourself. It was difficult to miss.

Other people would have thought you appeared mundane. And yet, Sanji found you the most beautiful then.

Because you let yourself smile more when you don't wear your crown. 

But he won’t tell you that.

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author's note (yes, again)♡— sooo, what do we think about sworn knight!zoro x princess!reader ? 👀

[moussofshroom]

happy birthday to the vinsmoke brothers!!!

[the-letter-horror-lover]

Hi. How are you? I saw your request were open, so I thought I’d send one in! I always love seeing your requests in my inbox and writing them by the way. I’m not sure what you will and won’t do, but can I have a Sanji x Princess female reader, where the reader is the runaway bride of Ichiji (who has been promised to him since they were children), who meets the Strawhats around Alabasta seeking a life of adventure (not realizing who Sanji really is). The two grow close, Sanji refusing to tell her who he really is. Eventually, Whole Cake Island starts and she is forced to come back. But in the end, she is able to escape with the strawhats and her and Sanji finally make it official.

I’m so sorry it’s a lot, if you don’t want to write it that’s okay. I just have this idea but I just can’t figure out how to write it and since you have great ideas, you’d be perfect for the job! Thank you 💙💙💙

I'm gonna do it in headcanons if that is alright..

Trigger warnings: Mention of forced marriage, loveless marriage, bullying, swearing (anything else..let me know)

Bird in a cage..

One Piece

Sanji Vinsmoke x Princess! Female Reader

1. I'm gonna assume that you never really loved Ichiji to begin with and you were in a forced relationship/future spouse thing with that guy by your parents since you were a child and being a princess of Winter meant that you had a lot of marriage proposals from other men and being a princess meant that there will come a day that you will end up marrying someone that your parents would approve of and you won't. Your father was close friends with Vinsmoke judge and offered your hand in marriage to Ichiji, the eldest son in marriage even before your fourth birthday (you were promised to Ichiji when you two were children)..of all the riches in the land and wealth as a princess..there is always the cons like being forced to marry someone you hate.

2. You knew that you never liked Ichiji to begin with..he was cruel and a bully and the way he treated your servants and his made your blood boil. You were like a bird in a cage with the Vinsmoke family..expected to breed children when you and Ichiji were ready. To you, Ichiji was a total dick and to Ichiji, you were expected to know your place, Princess or not. You feared that Ichiji's behavior would be controlling when he got older and you were right on that matter.

3. Since childhood, you were always expected to play with Ichiji and his 'strong' brothers and his sister (you never met Sanji back then..because Vinsmoke judge made sure that he was out of the way and out of mind-locked up away in a prison cell-from the winter Princess *you*)..

4. It all came to ahead when you and Ichiji were of age and you were forced to face the reality of Ichiji becoming your husband (you thought that your father would change his mind and say that this is a bad idea) and you being a permanent bird in a cage..and obviously all the rules like don't do that or don't do this. Ichiji became more of a gentleman..surprising you with gifts or flowers or whatever would make a woman happy but you didn't feel happy..the love wasn't there for you.

5. The day of your marriage came with the eldest brother of the Vinsmoke family and that was when your plan came to light to Rejiu about escaping the god dammed Vinsmoke residence and Rejiu helped you escape..Rejiu knew that you deserve better then him. Despite all the compliments of how Ichiji will love to have you as his wife officially..you didn't feel the same.

6. You looked a sight..in a wedding gown escaping in a tiny boat away from Vinsmoke residence..you didn't want to bear the burden of being a princess anymore. I guess you should've planned better to escape because it didn't take long for things to go south extremely quickly when a large wave destroyed your boat and pulled you under quickly.

7. You thought that you were dead when you regained consciousness in a boat..the sunny. Someone saw you half dead in a wedding dress in the ocean and saved your life..Sanji saved your life..and Chopper treated your injuries.

8. The sunny crew was nothing as what you expected..you thought that they were evil and stuff like what your guards told you but they were really nice and treated you as family.

9. It was a bit of a surprise to some when you revealed who you were but they were accepting of it despite Zoro kinda grumbling about how they were going to protect you and stuff..after telling them your story of why you were in a wedding gown and things..you were confused at why Sanji froze when you said Ichiji's name but thought nothing of it. (You were given proper clothes instead of a wedding dress thankfully)

10. Sanji grew closer to you quicker than the other sunny members once realising that you generally meant no harm..Sanji..was generally a good guy..and a good gentleman. The development between Sanji and you was gradual but you two grew closer on every adventure you went on.

11. Then the whole cake Island arc started and you were forced to come back with the Vinsmoke family because Ichiji 'understands' why you've run off after Rejiu saved Luffy's life but it was your duty to obey as a good wife to Ichiji.

12. You were forced to stay by Ichiji's side and when he had to do something else...the other brothers basically watched you like a hawk as if you would run away..

13. When Sanji realised what had happened involving you and all..he wasted no time in rescuing you and having to reveal his identity and relationship with Ichiji and his other brothers..you realised why and you never blamed him for it..during childhood..Ichiji always told you how he bullied a weakling..you never realised it was Sanji. (Sanji never loved Pudding to begin with..he only agreed to this marriage in order for your life to be safe).

14. After the whole cake Island fiasco was over. You apologised to Sanji in front of the Sunny crew for not giving a proper answer sooner but..you still love him and Sanji gave you a proper kiss in front of everyone.

Author's note: my apologies if it is not up to your standards. You are my first requester so..I tried my best.

[ishikawayukis]

Belleeee how are you?? I noticed your birthday passed so I wanted to wish you a happy (belated) birthday first!!!🥳🫂🎉✨ I hope you got to celebrate it nicely<3

y pues, no he llorado como Marineford pero wci si me está sacando unas cuántas lágrimas, específicamente el episodio 808😭😭😭😭 JAJDIWSF-

dude I HATE the Vinsmoke family istg I know I don’t hate them as much as Sanji does for sure but goddammit I hope they all root (except Reiju, not the best but definitely not the worst, did what she could as a child<3) pero si que está fuerte todo esto y como siempre Luffy siendo la personificación de inteligencia emocional, empatía, lealtad y amor and I just can’t andiwjsjeieu-

fr who cares who’s the strongest literal este arco está demostrando lo valioso que es para Sanji su relación con todos los strawhats LIKE IM SORRY ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION TO THE WHOLE PLOT??? THEIR FRIENDSHIP IS LITERALLY EVERYTHING FOR THEM!!!

ay si, es que con dressrosa además de los flashbacks eran las pinches peleas que nunca acababan istg they just swung the sword once and we had to hear the internal monologue, watch them have a conversation with the crowd, and wait for next ep to see the next blow: wtf??!! pero si Barto y Cora fueron lo que valió la pena y me alegra que pudimos verlos un poco más hasta Zou🫶🏽

todavía no me spoileo con escenas del manga but when I think I’m seeing a screenshot I’m scrolling past it like crazy JAJAJAJAJA

FROBIN FOR THE WIN HELL YEAH!!! but yeah some people seriously have some problems or are just going for looks and ignoring the characters as a whole bc I’ve seen Cora+Law shippers and I’m like dude, primero ese es el papá y segundo adoptivo o no SE LLEVAN MÍNIMO 20 FREAKING AÑOS LIKE HE WAS A CHILD!!!???

PEOPLE ARE JUST HATERS!!! I feel even more strongly about defending Sanji while watching wci porque la gente debería estar agradecida que este hombre no se convirtió en el peor villano de la historia like the shit he went through is insane, sigue necesitando terapia pero salió mejor de lo que cualquiera de esta gente hubiera salido de esa experiencia

a few weeks ago I started seeing CrocoxDragon fanart appearing on my search page and I was like🧍🏽‍♀️how did we even get here?? JAJAJAJAJAJA pero pues, para los gustos los colores supongo

I don’t remember which movie was but bc it’s after Dressrosa, they do mention Sabo/the Revolutionaries and every time they mention him or show him saying he’ll protect his little brother I’m like😭🩵🫶🏽✨ Sabo te quiero mucho de verdad<3

not only the Will of D but that one Zou episode where they drop a bunch of new info and clues for the one piece and the poneglyphs I was sooo lost💀 me encantó porque wow cuánta nueva info para el plot pero vayan más lento por favor ajdjjw

dear thank you so muuuuuuuch! ngl i was wondering where you were LSKHDGSL hope everything is going alright <333

EL EPISODIO 808!!!! literal uno de los dos q tengo grabados en la mente para siempre AJAJAJ luffy screaming "i can't be the pirate kig without you" and sanji just breaking down fully sobbing ooooooh death would be sweeter

we hate the vinsmokes in this household!! fuck you judge for everything you did to your kids hope you rot in hell forever piece of shit character hate him sooooo much. and reiju well...... at least she was trying LMAO she could've been worse but she was truly trying for sanji

no those people truly only care about power scaling, toda la historia literal les entra por una oreja y les sale por la otra pq el plot no importa lo q importa es quién pega más fuerte 🙄

literal me salté casi todas esas partes en dressrosa pq no me importaaaaaaaaaa rebecca entiendo q eres importante en este instante pero dios mio q te hicieron desagradable AJJAAJ also the kyros back story how many times can we see the same scene we get it dude we get iiiiiiiiit. and while i love that they always expand on side characters backstories i also did not care for señor pink it would've been the same!! no everyone needs a backstory

coralaw shippers are so weird...... and for most of those ships the excuse always is "well they're not blood related" ok and?? a family bond is a family bond you don't have to share blood LMAO vi uno q era también literal doffy+cora y yo como ya a ustedes literal les importa todo un pico AJAJ (perdón lo chilena)

NO EXACTOOOOOOOOOO sobretodo por cosas q van a pasar después q no te voy a spoilear, sanji literal podría ser el Peor pero es tan amado por todo su crew (zoro incluido pa los haters ajajaj) el otro día en twitter literal me salió alguien q había escrito todo un fic odiando a sanji y todos los comentarios eran "aah asi que así se siente ver one piece con los ojos cerrados" pq literal pulling shit out of their ass just to justify how much they hate sanji LMAO peak loser behaviour as well whole ass 3k words hating on a character and writing the rest of them sooooo poorly

AJAJA oops the algorithm got a peak of our conversations and said ooh so this is what you like? we're gonna give some to you then please enjoy

sabo literal amor de mi vida my baby my love, he wants to do what he couldn't do before and he's just so :') god i love him so

oh god that whole zou episode i was like yes! sure! i do understand what they mean with all of this and i don't feel stupid at all right now LMAO la única vez q le pedirás a one piece por fa vayan más lento con esta situación q me tiraron mucha información de una AJJAJAJ

[sashi-ya]

[queenofcandynsoda]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY VINSMOKE BROS!!! 🎊🎊🎉🎉🎂

[fyrecatpickles]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Piece Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: The Vinsmoke Siblings, Vinsmoke Ichiji, Vinsmoke Niji, Vinsmoke Sanji, Vinsmoke Yonji, Nami (One Piece), Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Tony Tony Chopper, Ravenclaw Ichiji, Slytherin Niji, Hufflepuff Sanji, Gryffindor Yonji, Ravenclaw Nami, Ravenclaw Robin - Character, Slytherin Luffy, Slytherin Zoro, Hufflepuff Chopper, Gryffindor Usopp, Gryffindor Franky, AU- Harry Potter, An excuse to have the Vinsmoke brothers be friends with the Strawhats Series: Part 2 of Magical Mischief Summary:

Birthdays had always been hit or miss at the Vinsmoke manor. Sanji even more so wasn’t too fond of them out of jealousy. Judge would shower his brothers in extravagant gifts, but the lectures of getting older and ready for their future tended to taint the celebration. Their mother had always made sure to have the house elves make each of them their own specifically tailored birthday cakes (a lesson had been learned that one cake was hardly enough and someone was always going to complain) which was a treat, but when she passed away it made them more melancholy than excited surrounded by her memories.

Each year they still had a giant family feast filled with all their favorite foods, presents, cakes, and a party. Granted said party was filled with all of Judge’s friends, and they weren’t particularly fond of the Donquixote or Charolette Family, but gifts were gifts. And they had been together.

But school had them separated and they already didn’t take well to change.

[tsunderedoctor]

“God” Usopp

2021

Love Language

2022

Cyborg Franky

2022

Frobin and Reader Headcanons

Monkey D. Luffy

2021

Civilian S/O

Covering S/O’s Slave Mark (TW)

Finding out a Friend is a Slave (TW)

Having A Dream His S/O Dies

How He Kisses

If You Have a Bad Day

Love Language

Motherly S/O Headcanons

Seeing S/O Look at a Wedding Dress

S/O Having a Higher Bounty

S/O is a Frontline COVID Worker (moder!au)

S/O Sings a Written Love Song

S/O Who Hates Arguments (TW)

S/O Who Is Like A Golden Retriever

S/O Who Struggles Living for Self

Soft/Fluff Headcanons

Suicidal S/O (TW)

When S/O Dies (angst) (Character Death)

Yandere Headcanons

2022

Comforting You when You are Depressed

Finding Seashells in the Sand (raffle winner)

S/O drawing him

S/O finds him crying

S/O Who is Cheerful

S/O Who Sleeps A Lot

S/O Who Stutters

S/O With Verbally Abusive Ex

Yandere Headcanons 2022

Nami

2021

Love Language

2022

Giving Boy Advice

Nefertari Vivi

2021

Love Language

S/O Having a Fight with Sibling (TW)

2022

Nico Robin

2021

How She is When you are Depressed/Anxious

Love Language

S/O Having a Fight with Sibling (TW)

2022

Frobin and Reader Headcanons

S/O Cries from how much They Love Them

S/O Liking Gothic and Macabre Interests

S/O Who is Depressed

Yandere Headcanons

Roronoa Zoro

2021

Booping His Nose

Celebrating Your Birthday

Finding Out Sister is Pregnant w/ Sanji’s Baby/Vise Versa

Halloween with Zoro

Happy Birthday! (TW/CW Pregnancy) (fem!reader)

Having An Emotional S/O

How He Kisses

If You Have a Bad Day

Love Language

On an Island with a Group of Girls + You

Places He Would Take You on A Date

Sees S/O Sketching Him

S/O Confuses Yonji for Zoro

S/O Gifting Him with Handmade Scarf

S/O Needing Comfort

S/O Who Likes Heavy Metal

S/O Who Struggles Living for Self

S/O Who Stutters

Vampiric S/O

2022

Fluffy Prompt: You feel like home to me

Getting Jealous Over Sweet Reader

How He Treats You

S/O Passes Out

S/O With A Violent Side

S/O With Period Cramps

S/O With Verbally Abusive Ex

Yandere Headcanons

Tony Tony Chopper

2021

Love Language

2022

Vinsmoke Sanji

2021

Celebrating Your Birthday (fem!reader)

Comforting Chubby S/O Who feels Uncomfortable in Their Skin

Fight with S/O (angst) 

Finding Out Sister is Pregnant w/ Zoro’s Baby/Vise Versa

General SFW Headcanons

Getting Jealous over a Guy on S/O’s Phone

Having An Emotional S/O

How He Kisses

If You Have a Bad Day

Learning a Crew Member is Female

Love Language

Reactions to S/O with Schizophrenia (TW)

Seeing S/O in a Bathing Suit for the First Time

Seeing S/O Looking at a Wedding Dress

S/O Being a Better Cook

S/O Confesses Past 

S/O Getting to go to Sweden

S/O Getting Top-Surgery 

S/O Having a Fight with Sibling (TW)

S/O Needing Comfort from Past Abuse (TW)

S/O’s Father Dies (TW)

S/O Who Crochets Terribly

2022

Fluffy Prompt: My friends get annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes

S/O Crochets Him Perfect Gift

S/O drawing him

S/O that is Ticklish

S/O Who Is Losing Weight

S/O who talks a lot

Yandere Headcanons

The Stawhat Crew

2021

Reactions to a Strong Older Brother of ASL

Reactions to Insecure S/O

Reactions to Luffy’s Lover

2022

[myonepiece]

Hellooo~ first i wanted to say thank you for my last request i loved it :)

Could i request (SFW Alphabet) J, P, Q, R, S and T for Ichiji (yeah i kinda luv that strawberry) Thank youu

(and i hope that isn’t to much, feel free to remove some if so)

Vinsmoke Ichiji SFW Alphabet- J, P, Q, R, S, T

Ah yes the emotionless strawberry~

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He’s totally possessive. You belong to him, you’re not a person you’re an object that occasionally makes him feel feelings he shouldn’t be feel. So he doesn’t get jealous a lot because he either keeps you inside or right next to him. If you talk to another boy/girl his possessive side comes out and he goes over to make himself known, ends up dragging you away.

If you spend more time with his brothers than him, he’ll get possessive and jealous. He’s the one who wants to spend time with you, but he never admits that

If you make him jealous, he’s gonna punish you ;)))

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Actually he’s surprisingly patient. A lot calmer than Niji and Yonji. As emotionless and bitchy as he is, and as much as he did and loves to beat Sanji, he doesn’t want to hurt his S/O. Usually he just gets extremely passive aggressive

If you tease him/make fun of him, especially with his brothers, he’s gonna get mad. Thats when he’s most likely to yell at you

If you show too much emotion/weakness ex: crying often, getting scared a lot, being extremely clingy or affectionately needy, he’ll get annoyed and irritated

If he saw or heard about you “flirting with someone” he gets mad, how mad he gets depends on how you were “flirting”, how long you were “flirting”, and who you were “flirting” with. When he gets angry he insults you, and he can get pretty harsh 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Weeeeell, he does remember more than his brothers would. He doesn’t really make an effort tbh. He’ll rmember basics like birthday/age, favorite food, favorite color

Surprisingly, he does remember dates, dates like when you have a date planned, but also like the anniversary dates 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When he first met you he was attracted to your looks, but then you complimented his hair and raidsuit and gave a sickeningly sweet and innocent smile. He felt this wierd warm and fuzzy feeling spread throguh his body accompanying the feeling of his face heating up? Like he was... flustered? and happy? and not just attracted to your looks anymore?!

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

More possesive than protective, he’s still protective but he’s more often “No one touches what belong to me” as in objectifying you kind of. 

He’s always willing to intimidate a threat with him name and appearance, and he’s soooo not against beating someone’s ass for messing with you.

He’ll also wrap an arm around your shoulders or waist to make sure everyone knows your with him and therefore under his protection. In crowds or groups of people he’ll have an arm around you, or he’ll stand directly behind you looking intimidating as hell

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He thinks you should be the one putting in the effort. He expects to be spoiled by you, not with gifts or money-things but by praises/compliments, loyalty, affection, cooperation.

He will however buy you gifts like nice clothes and jewelry, but thats more so you look good at his side. And he likes seeing you smile because of him

If you want something, he’ll buy it for you- usually asking for something in return though

Also he’ll make poeple clear out of a store or restaurant when you two are out together on a date or shopping. 

He doesn’t do chores or tasks for you, he’s a brat 

[fatelotusorder]

Name: Elizabeth Tudor

Others  Names : Good  Queen Bess  , Liz  ,Lizabeth  ,Beth

Class: Ruler

other  Classes He  Qualifies For - Berserker(All Tudors Except Ed) , Caster, Saber(All English Ruler Qualify  for this class Bess Finds  this  dumb ), Lancer , Shielder

Alignment: Lawful Good

Voice Actor:Mitsuo Iwata (Sunny from Toriko , Hes  Also The Second Voice  For Ivanvok in One piece )

https://youtu.be/76jZj7Ymy9Y

Gender: Male  Likes: Sweets, Fashion , Beauty  in general

Dislikes: Don't call Him  Fat or  A Drag Queen , Dentists  , His Sister and  Father

Tags:King  ,English , Divine  ,Humaniod ,Servant ,Weak to Enuma Elish  NaturalEnemy: Mary Tudor  , Herny  the 8th  , Gilgamesh,Ozymandias  , Aslaung  , Medb

Cards: Buster,Art , Arts ,Arts Quick Active Skills:

Unwavering  Charisma (Increases Attack for  all Allies  and   Increases Allies  Defense  For 3 turn)

Ageless Beauty- Chance  to  Charm  All  Enemies  for 1 Turn ,and Seal their  NP for  Three  Turns

Glory of the Crown-Increase NP Gain and Apply Damage Cut to all allies for 3 turns

Passive Skills:

Rage of  Tudors - Increases allies   Attack  When Bess  is on  the Felid    Magic Resistance  

NP: Tudor Rose- Protection From the  Queen -  Arts-  Bess  Gives  a  Pray out  to God

,"when wars and seditions with grievous persecutions have vexed almost all kings and countries round about me, my reign hath been peaceable, and my realm a receptacle to thy afflicted Church. The love of my people hath appeared firm, and the devices of my enemies frustrate"

Before Similar  To  Neros A Room  Appears  Around  Him   as He Walks Towards  The  Throne , He Smiles as  Bess Sits  Down on  the Throne   And Snaps His Fingers   and a Light illuminates the Room. Give Invincibility for two hits and a 3 turn Heal Regen for Allies and Lowers Defense  for all Enemies .

Biography:

Elizabeth Tudor known By Many Aliases the last  Ruler of the  Tudor Dynasty in  England  , who Unlike her predecessors Before Enjoyed a Long Reign of about 44 years. Although Documented as a Woman in the History , The "Queen" was Actually  Male, Born with the name Arthur Tudor after his fathers late brother  but then Why Didn't  Bess take the  Throne  next Instead of   Edward he  was the Son Henry always wanted  .

Truth is  Henry  Declared  Bess as one  of His Daughters as Bess wasn't the son Henry wanted and Henry  didn't  consider   Bess Manly Enough  to  considered   His Next Heir   and  so Hid the Fact He Had another  Son by raising Bess  as  Girl and Eventually Declared Bess along with His Sister Mary as   Illegitimate  as Soon as He  had Edward .

Bess despite  His Arrogance, Flamboyancy, and Confidence in himself.Bess  Dose question if he truly a Man as He went through Great lengths to Hide the fact that he wasn't a Woman (even pulling an Artoria and giving himself breasts temporarily ) Mainly for political Reasons and so he didn't suffer the Similar short Rules of His Sister. Not for the Reasons that Modern Day people do it so His pronouces are He/ Them.

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Summoned: "Elizabeth Tudor ,Servant Class : Ruler ,Is it Nice to be in the presence of a Queen  ,Master"

Bond 1:  Its  not  Everyday  Your  around a Queen My  Master ,Smile ~

Bond 2:Hm ,your an Interesting  person  to Say the Least

Bond 3: Your orders Master ,I’ll Do anything you  ask me  to.~"

Bond 4: Hehe ,You Remind Me  of  Someone Very  Special to  me in life. Who is this person? Your not ready for that just yet

Bond 5: this special person , Well his Name was  Robert Dudley , I  had a crush on him for the longest time .

Dialogue 1:"Why  Do you Stare At  me like that ? ,Master ? Is it Because I'm So Breathtakingly beautiful ... or Is it Something Eles?"

Dialogue 2: "D-dentist, Master ,I D-don't need a Dentist"

Dialogue 3:"Master ,This Scale Has to Be wrong I can't  have gained  weight ,I Cut  back on Sweets"

Dialogue 4: "Some Days I wonder Why I was Summoned as a Ruler I'm Not a Saint  or anything ,Just  a person Who believed that God was  on His Side protecting Him. "

(If you Have  Henry the 8th) " Master  , Don't   Compare me  to that  Boar  in Humans  Clothing  ,He dosen't  Deserve the Comparison "

(if You Have Mary Tudor ) "Mary ,Your Here  ...M-master We need to  Talk"

(if You Have Francis Drake )

"  Don't Go Telling People , How Big My (temporary) Breasts  Were! and they  Were Not  Bigger than  Raikou's Cow Udders ! "

(if You Have Ivan  the Terrible ) "You  Look Just as   Ugly and Horrid as  that Letter  You wrote Me"

(If You Have  Ragnar or Judge Vinsmoke )" You  Remind me  of my  Father   ,That is a  Bad  thing "

(if you  have  Sanji,Before whole Cake ) - Okama! Who are you To Say whether I'm  an  Okama or not  , I'll  break You  Arms  Clean off!

(if you  have  Sanji,After  Whole Cake ) "I seem We were Similar Situations, Your father  wanted to mold  you Into a Warrior that lacked Empathy and Compassion and Hated your Passion of Cooking  for his Ridiculous Standards on  What Royalty should and Shouldn't do.. ...Huh ,but I  thought You  didn't  like ugly ass Okamas.~"

(if you Have  Ivar the Boneless Before  Rwby Event) - "he's  the shortest  Viking I've  Seen  and  his Legs Flop around like  if he   was a Ragdoll , He's Kinda  Adorable looking  He reminds me of a Cat .”

(Ivar After Rwby) " Of  Course Come Here  ,Ivar  , If you Need  a Shoulder  to  Cry   come  to  me  , I have been Moved by Your Life  Story, You  still Remind  of  a Cat  though "

(If You Have Gilgamesh , Ozy or Medb) " Aww ~ You seem Jealous, Is it because of My Breathtaking Beauty  attracts Everyone to me like bees to a Flower."

Something you like: I love Sweets and Sugar ,but I'm on diet after looking at the Scale .

Something you dislike:  I personally Hate being  Called a Drag queen or Okama  its Basically  telling me I couldn't  past for a Woman to save my life  , I don't like being Called Fat my Father had to be carried by crane  you know.

About the Holy Grail: Grail , If I had  I'd wish  to  be able  to Find  True Love   and Get married   During an

Event: An  Event , Ah something  Different   than Our Usal Missions we should take break and relax. Birthday: Happy Birthday , Master  ,I shall  get the Cafeteria  to prepare a Banquet.

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Other stuff

to clarify Bess is More gender non conforming and Really doesn’t caring for looking or acting Traditionally Masculine or Feminine . He’ll wear a Pencil skirt cause it looks nice and if people Mistake him for a women then he really dosent care to him that just means He looks pretty. He’ll drop to his natural sounding voice . Mainly because Elizabeth was Literally praised for his beauty even in his older Years where he was worse for wear in Servant form hes at most in his 30’s .

The reason why Bess hid as Women all his Life is that he was afraid of appearing weak and having a short chaotic rule like his sister as he says” It better to appear as a strong woman than be consider a weak man.“

also He’s 6’3 very tall .

In Fate Lotus order

The some of servants of Chaldea seemed to started a Fan club around Bess . This was started by Nobu and Nobukatsu( Whose actually a saber in this universe) cause Nobukatsu ended up forming a crush on him .

Bess pseudo Harem( cause he dosent know about this )now has

Finn mc Cool

a Chinese moth

Drake in there technically cause they’re Friends

his Advisor who is now a Pretty boy merged with a Snake like Eldritch god due messing with the Occult ( John dee )

he is unapologetically Bi and Unapologetically aware that he’s Thicc

Bess being a Male is based of a Debunked theory of Elizabeth Tudor being replaced by Similar looking male child after dying of illness . He is My Very first servant Oc along with his Sister Mary and Red riding Hood.

[where-s-all-blue]

Hopeless Heroes AU

Hero Pack

Sanji/Stealth Black/King

Stealth Black has been out if commission fro the past two years (presumed dead by the public) as he was training with a former hero known as Crimson Leg.

He returns under the name "Prince", wearing a prototype of his new suit as Usopp isn't yet done calibrating the finished version to fit his needs.

People start to talk about how similar Stealth Black and this new hero are, causing Sanji to panic and claim that the members of Germa 66 are obviously older as they are taller (they wear heeled shoes to make people believe that they're taller).

Prior to Stealth Black's early retirement, he and Hunter had a fight regarding who deserves to be saved as the previous had been raised to think like perfect Germa soldier while the latter holds all life equally valuable.

Sanji must return to his previous role as Stealth Black momentarily as Germa 66 is threatening to reveal the secret identities of the heroes.

He accidentally reveals that Prince and Stealth Black are the same person to Hunter in the process.

Due to his new suit having a crown at its chest, the public starts to refer to him as King instead of Prince much to his embarrassment.

His entering code is 0302, which just so happens to be his birthday, March 2nd.

As Vinsmoke's questionable treatment on its servants and family members is revealed, Sanji is placed onto a safehouse known as Sunny, Hunter is tasked with guarding him.

Zoro/Hunter

Upon his friend Kuya dying from falling down the stairs, Zoro realised just how fragile humans are and thus he swore to become a hero who'd be able to help everyone.

His mentor is hero known as Hawkeye, who found him practicing sword fighting on his backyard. To this day the sword hero has no idea how Zoro got past his security system nor where his parents are, thus becoming his guardian.

He transferred into a university in France, which just so happens to be the same one Sanji attends to, accidentally becoming Mr Popular due to his exotic background, athletic nature and street smarts.

As he meets Prince, he can't help but to think of Stealth Black and wish him to return. He even talks about how he misses the guy to Prince, who's literally trying to keep the fact that he's Stealth Black a secret.

He's angry at himself for not being able to accompany Stealth Black on his mission because of his cover nearly being blown. He has to make up a good diversion while another hero makes an appearance as Hunter at the same time (it's Bartolomeo, who has learned most of his signature moves).

When Sanji is moved into the safe house, Hunter accompanies him the whole time, learning that not all Vinsmokes are entitled bastards.

Hunter's ability is to cut anything and nothing if he so desires, he also can create several wind styled attacks with them along with something that is called an Asura. The latter is still an incomplete technique.

Perona has accidentally called Hunter her older brother in presence of Nami, which led to both him and her quickly make up a lie about him being Zoro's older half brother of whose existence the greenette has no idea of existing.

Zoro keeps a journal about these lies to ensure that he doesn't accidentally contradict himself.

Ace/Fire Fist

Son of a former (now deceased) heroes, Roger and Rogue, the previous having been a powerful fire ability carrying hero.

He became active as a young teen upon loosing his cool.

He was used as a test subject of project REVIVE which was supposed to be used to research the abilities of the heroes who'd died in hopes of producing one day a new generation of heroes with matching abilities along with a series of pills that were supposed to be used to suppress hard to control abilities, help with mastering them and to switch into another one if the holder' s body wasn't capable of withstanding the original one.

This project was over seen by Steel Fist Garp, who was mortified to learn about the science ward of the time (provided by the United Countries and the Royal family of Vinsmokes) using children as test subjects. He broke all of the test subjects out, providing them with happy families. The test subjects who survived were Ace, Sabo and Chopper.

Sabo/Chief

The wide assumption is that he is Ace's twin brother who just so happens to take after Rouge.

He found out about his ability to control fire during a mission where both Ace and Luffy were hurt very badly.

As Sabo was used in the project REVIVE, his hair changed colour from its previous golden yellow into the same strawberry blonde as Rogue's had been.

Although he was released from the facility by Garp, he wasn't done with being a test subject as his power hungry family continued tests in secret until Dragon (a hero during that time) broke him out at the request of Doctor Kureha.

Luffy/Rubber Man

Originally a water-air powered individual, but as he ate one of the prototype pillers, his DNA was warped turning him into a rubber man.

Though Garp was offered the ability to turn him back into what he'd originally been, the retired hero claimed that it was a good thing to have his ability change as now he couldn't be connected to Dragon nor his wife.

Luffy's mother was a former villain with water based ability. Dragon broke off of the hero union in favour of becoming a vigilante.

Shanks/Red

One of the rare heroes without super powers.

Lost his arm while trying to keep Luffy safe while visiting one of the factories that produced the hero suits and gadgets; he quite literally stick his arm between two gears to keep the kid from getting hurt and had to have it amputated as a result.

To the public, he's an intriguing mystery.

Those who don't work with him, see him as laid back and carefree guy, but when you see him step on the field, you'll immediately know that shit just got real.

He's one of Roger's former pupils.

Red works behind the scene, pulling the strings and covering for the younger heroes.

His family is so well hidden that even if you'd know who he really was, you could only trace him back to the heroes. The closest you'd get to a family would be Luffy, but do you really want to risk having Steel Fist, Dragon, Portgas Twins AND the Surgeon of Death attack you on sight?

As the head of the intelligence, nothing gets past him, if something feels amiss, he'll have it checked.

While his identity isn't a secret, somehow people still fail to believe that he's one of the strongest current generation heroes.

Mihawk/Hawkeye

One of the strongest heroes current generation has to offer, the guardian and mentor of Hunter.

Sword hero, whose abilities have been honed to the level where no matter what he yields, he can cut with it.

He has once used an actual banana in place of a blade during an emergency with rather fruitful results.

Prefers to work solo, but has made an exception for his ward.

Came to adopt both Zoro and Perona upon finding them from his backyard with no explanation for how they got there and who are their parents.

Celebrates the duo's birthdays on the days he found them.

Seems to live only with protein shakes, smoothies and fruities due to being literally too busy with being the only hero with common sense around here.

This has led to an ongoing joke about him being a fruit bat styled vampire.

His habit of sleeping in a coffin (it came with the house and he sure as hell won't be spending anymore time with people than the bare minimum) isn't helping with the vampire image.

He used to work in a team with Buggy and Shanks, there was even slight rivalry between them where they kept score on saved civilians and beaten villains. This came to an end upon Shanks' loss of an arm.

Buggy/Clown

Came from a poor family which led him to retorting to crime as a means of survival.

Was taken in by Roger, who helped him to break out of the villain circle and inspired him to become a hero.

His former ability was so destructive that he asked to be given the still work in progress medicine, but it made him sick and mentally unstable for a long time.

He used to be in the same hero team as Hawkeye and Red before starting to work solo and eventually taking an apprentice himself.

He grew up in a circus where his parental figures were thieving clowns (literal clowns), as a sign of respect and to not forget this past, he incorporated certain elements from that into his hero suit.

He's seen as the grumpy uncle by the young heroes.

His literal vibe is: *high beeper goes off signalling that there's a fight nearby* Buggy: *loud tired groan*

Jinbe

Water powered hero, who's also partially a shark.

Specialises in ocean missions.

He's in charge of public relations thanks to his calm personality and rationality.

Feels responsible for the fact that he didn't recognise Arlong's villainous tendencies fast enough.

The martial arts instructor for the new heroes who usually haven't yet found their own style or have no idea how to protect themselves.

Jinbe is literally his hero name, not a single person knows what his actual name is.

Coby

A new hero, whose mentor is Steel Fist Garp.

He's highly durable and happens to have similar affiliates as Garp, hence he was the perfect protégé for him.

He's supposed to become the fourth member of the ASL and balance their often dangerous antics. He's already proceeded to befriend the youngest member of the team, Luffy, while Sabo and Ace are still uncertain of what to make of him.

Currently, he has no hero name of his own as he is following the tradition of allowing the public name him. However, if Shanks' prediction is accurate, he'll end up with a name similar to both Garp and Ace.

Germa 66

Six member group which prides itself in high level technology and super powers.

Is made up from the Royal family of Vinsmokes.

Judge, the leader, is a hyper intelligent man with naturally high durability and strength.

Reiju was genetically altered to be capable of manipulating toxins.

Ichiji was altered to be able to control fire.

Niji's genetic manipulation led to his ability to cut electricity.

Sanji is the only one without any alterations thanks to his mother's ability to destroy unnatural elements, though it was only for one child. He's naturally durable and has high intelligence, which sadly isn't seen as a super power by his father.

Yonji's strength was amplified to ridiculous levels.

All of the Vinsmokes are naturally blonde, but their raidsuits create a coating that protects their heads, which happens to make them appear to have different hair colours.

Sora, former hero before passing away, was a support styled hero, who could nullify toxic combinations and technology.

To protect the team from being affected too much by the "lower level heroes", they have been banned from being paired with heroes who do not "match their level". Sanji, who was seen as the unnecessary part of the team was the only one who was allowed to meddle with other heroes and even then he had to write extra reports about his team mates and the mission.

Germa 66 is known to be very picky about those who are saved, preferring to keep only "important people" such as politicians safe.

Their methods are often questionable and the rest of the heroes judge both their views and the said methods.

[genomynt]

A birthday fic for Cosette!! 😳👉🏻👈🏻

Reiju stretched from her soft fleece pink sheets and yawned. It was six in the morning and the following day on her calendar was marked red.

“Oh my,” she blinked. It is Cosette’s birthday.

She is known for being strict, yet a thoughtful Princess to her subordinates unlike her brothers. Reiju loves being casual when she’s alone with them and likes having a small talk when she would make rounds to the staff and chat with them. It seems everything is fine when Reiju is around; they could forgot for a moment how brute and abrasive the Vinsmoke family is when she is hiding her pretentious angelic behavior from them.

The morning starts the usual. Breakfast is served at seven and it was Cosette’s time to serve their meals on the tables. She meekly stood by the corner as she watches them enjoying her dishes that she worked her blood and sweat so early in the morning. Cosette could hear the Vinsmokes talking about their missions and their current agenda to work on with their mouths full or crumbs on her face; well, except for the first two children.

Cosette is one of the employees that Reiju has been observing since Niji’s abrupt and unacceptable behavior to her. Cosette is a fragile woman these days, and she is needs to be monitored often by their doctors. She had fractures from different parts of her body; including the most important part: Her hands. She is healing, but not as fast like them since she is indeed just a normal human being.

Cosette later heads to the kitchen with a tin cart of the used place in her hands for her convenience and opens the huge door. The heat from the steams of pots and cobblers blew on her face as the cling-clanging of the pans against the stove rang her ears. She heads to the sink to prepares washing the dishes when she noticed a small paper under Reiju’s teacup.

A few minutes later, she waited for them to finish as she collects their gold-engraved porcelain platters. She noticed that the princes’ plates did left some untouched food. She sighed from the looks of it; maybe she should start giving them with fewer servings? That would save a lot of money and food on their stocks. Among the plates she had gathered, Reiju had the cleanest one. She left her plates stocked and her teacup placed upside down and her utensils at the top on the plates. She really admires her sincerity.

She blinked at the note and kept on her pocket. What could miss Reiju want at this time of hour? She never remembered Reiju asking for a midnight snack. She is informed that her mistress always sleep at the right hours and follows a healthy sleeping routine.

Cosette was still in her uniform, but her hair was untied. She did not have the time to fix herself since she was a too sleepy to groom herself. She walks down the dark halls of the castle with a small lamp on her hand.

Kitchen. 1 AM. Don’t be late. –R

She made a few knocks before she enters the kitchen, “Your highness?” she narrowed her eyes at the faint light from the kitchen counter.

“Happy Birthday, Cosette!” Reiju smiled as the candles on the cake beamed her flawless face.

“M-Milady! I…” Cosette was out of words as she approaches the excited princess by the counter. “You shouldn’t have.”

“Oh, this is nothing!” Reiju flips her hand, “I actually asked a favor from your sous-chef to let me borrow your kitchen for your birthday and made you these.” She proudly showed the soft sponge Red Velvet cake with gold candy drops for decoration on each swirl of icing. There was a bottle of red wine and two plates of Chicken Alfredo Pasta.

“I hope you’ll love them,” Reiju tried to avert her eyes from Cosette. “I actually read this recipe I borrowed from one of the chefs. It’s—it’s not presentable, I know.” She bit her lips and lowers her head. Cosette never saw the Princess being embarrassed like this before. She was surprised that she is still wearing a dirtied apron, and she could tell that she worked so hard for it.

“Ooh, I-I love it Miss Reiju!” she stammered. Her face flushed into a light shade of pink, “I’m so happy, your highness. You really made my day special.”

“No formalities for tonight, Cosette. You may call me Reiju,” she smiled at her. “Here, taste it,” she rolls a few pastas on the fork to feed the bewildered Cosette. She was hesitant to open her mouth for a moment, “Taste it!” she repeated as Cosette finally tucks her locks of hair before opening her mouth.

Reiju really put an effort on her dish; she chooses the right spices, the creaminess of the sauce is balanced with saltiness and sweetness. The texture of the chicken on her tongue is juicy and well cooked. The pasta was soft and were smooth in her mouth.

“Mmm,” Cosette wipes the sauce on her lips with her finger, “It’s really good milady—I mean, Re-Reiju,” she stammered at her new calling to the Princess.

Niji cannot end his day without tasting a glass of scotch.

It was 1:30 in the morning and the halls were emptied from the wandering employees; there were no guards since they have surveillance cameras on every corners of their castle.

His steps were approaching the kitchen, but he halted when he heard someone talking— more like giggling. The door was slightly agape and there was a faint light inside. He slowly paced to the kitchen door and prepares to emit electricity from his hand when he heard his name from the other side of the door.

“… to apologize for Niji’s unruly behavior from you. I promise it won’t happen again and, I also understand if you want to resign,” the voice sounded familiar.

“Oh, Reiju.”

So it was his sister.

“I- I can’t totally blame him from what happened. But I really do fear him as much as I pity him,” the voice changed into a soft, yet a slightly higher pitch. Niji knew he had heard this voice somewhere. It came from a pleading wench, but this time, it was calm and reassuring.

Who the hell would pity a Vinsmoke? Why should they be pitied for their advancements and their tremendous prowess in science and technology? His jaw clenched and fisted from the insult. He was ready to interrupt the conversation.

“What I know is that your brothers didn’t deserve to be monsters in the first place as to what they are now,” the voice added. “They were modified without your mother’s consent as what you have told me.”

Surprisingly, Niji was calmed from the statement. He chewed on his lips and leans on the cold walls of the hall and crossed her arms to listen at the rest of the story.

“Don’t worry Reiju, I won’t resign. I’d be putting myself on the line to serve you with the best of what I can.”

No formalities? The audacity. He glanced a peek to know who was talking.

“I’m so glad to have you here, Cosette.” Niji saw his sister hugging another woman. “Happy birthday, dear Cosette!”

“Ah,” Niji uncrossed his arms and sighed, “It’s the cooking wench’s birthday today.” He turned back and decided to skip a night without his scotch.

[enziroth]

Do you think you'd ever write any Katasan based around their big age difference? I don't really have a prompt but I love your writing and it seems like something that would be interesting in any of your AUs!

Thank you, I’m happy to hear that you like what I write! I actually did have an AU idea based around their age difference, but it was purely platonic. I don’t think it’s one I’ll ever end up writing out, but here’s the gist of it (holy shit this turned out super long, buckle up):

It’s a modern!AU. Sanji’s spent pretty much his whole life rebelling against his father and abusive brothers. He started off a sweet kid like we see in canon, but since he never got away from his family, he eventually grew bitter and went full delinquent. 

Starting off in middle school, he went around picking fights and getting in trouble. Then in high school he got worse, skipping classes and stealing from teachers and generally causing havoc. Judge is pretty influential so he’d bail him out just to keep stuff from going public, but Sanji’s goal is for that stuff to go public and make the family look bad. He just keeps doing more and more dangerous shit hoping it’ll backfire on Judge.

Judge sends him off to a crazy strict religious college when he turns 18, hoping that curfews and uniforms and corporal punishment will make him straighten out, but Sanji rallies other students in a mad mob and ends up burning half the place down. 

Since he’s over 18, though, Judge can’t sweep his problems under the rug anymore. Sanji will have to face charges in an actual criminal court. Sanji’s hoping that his trial will direct attention to the family and make everyone realize how fucked up they really are.

But Judge has finally had enough. Through some very underhanded, very illegal methods, he gets Sanji thrown straight in jail without a publicity-drawing trial. He’d rather have his son spend his life in prison (first-degree arson charges) than have his family name associated with ‘failure’.

Sanji’s barely more than a kid, but he’s in the same kind of prison as everyone else who got life sentences: Namely murderers, rapists, other arsonists, and people who’ve done terrible things to others just for fun. On his first day he gets cornered by a couple of mean bastards, but Katakuri steps in and protects him. The guys back off because Katakuri has been there longer than almost anyone and he’s earned respect. Also, he’s seven feet tall and strong enough to smash their skulls like eggs. 

Sanji doesn’t really trust people because of his brothers so he tries to push Katakuri away at first, but the guy won’t leave him alone. Mostly because the second Katakuri does leave, all the murderers and rapists and arsonists target the spoiled little rich kid who got in jail just to spite his father. 

Eventually, when Katakuri keeps defending him and never asks for anything in return, Sanji warms up to him. Katakuri never says much but he always wants to know how Sanji’s doing, or what he’s upset about that day, or about the friends he made in high school (between all the fights and skipping classes, of course). Sanji never got the chance to talk about normal teenager things without someone telling him he was a useless waste of space, so above all he’s just happy that someone cares. 

Katakuri is kind of a mentor to him, and he teaches Sanji all the things that Judge and his brothers never really bothered to. Sanji learns how to stand up for himself, how to act with confidence, how to diffuse situations without getting into fights…basically all the normal adult things you’re supposed to learn from parent/older sibling figures.

They get incredibly close, and eventually Katakuri knows everything about Sanji’s situation and why he did what he did. Sanji still doesn’t know much about Katakuri, though, including what he was in prison for in the first place. He’s asked a million times, but Katakuri won’t say anything about it, and none of the other prisoners (the lesser-evil of whom he does end up befriending) know either.

On Sanji’s 19th birthday his friends make the long drive out to come see him. He learns that the other students of the college have taken up his side and have been trying to reopen his case for pretty much the entire time he’s been in prison. Since the details around his sentencing are so scarce (it was done illegally, after all), there’s a very good chance that if the case is presented, the sentence will be thrown out. There just wasn’t enough evidence to actually convict him.

Also, Judge officially disowned him, but Sanji doesn’t really give a shit about his family anymore.

Sure enough, a few months later, he’s told he’s free to go. He’s still a suspect in the arson case but they have no legal basis to hold him in prison (I don’t actually know anything about law so I’m just bullshitting this). The night before he leaves, he says goodbye to everyone he’s befriended, including Katakuri. 

Sanji finally tells Katakuri how thankful he is for everything he’s done for him, how much he appreciates that the man took him under his wing instead of leaving him to get attacked that first day. He tells him, directly to his face, “I know we’re not related, and I know I have a family out there, but you’re the only family I’ll ever claim. No matter what anybody else says, you’re my big brother.”

Katakuri clams up and goes completely silent, won’t even say goodbye back to him, but he hugs him like he’ll never let him go. He keeps hugging him until the guards come to let him out, actually, and when Sanji pulls away he swears his shoulder was wet from where Katakuri had pressed his face against it.

He gets a massive compensation from the government for the wrongful imprisonment, which he uses to stay afloat after being cutoff from the Vinsmokes, then reunites with his friends and starts getting his life back on track.

He doesn’t forget Katakuri, though, and about a week after he’s gotten himself a little settled, he looks the man up. He feels guilty about it because Katakuri obviously didn’t want him to know, and especially bad since he’s now seen how much the man cares about him. But he can’t deny how curious he is about how a calm, caring man like Katakuri got thrown into prison.

It takes a little digging, but he finds the case.

Katakuri was charged with the violent, aggravated murder of his mother, Charlotte Linlin, the day after his own 18th birthday.  

I’ll admit, I didn’t end up working out many of the details past here, but Sanji somehow tracks down the Charlotte family to get the full story. He finds out that Linlin was incredibly abusive to her many foster children, of which Katakuri was the second-oldest. Perospero never stood up to Linlin, but Katakuri often took the brunt of her abuse to protect his younger foster siblings. 

The day Katakuri turned 18, Linlin kicked him out. She was being investigated for the abuse against her foster children and suspected him of ratting her out. She threatened that if police ever came to her door, she’d slaughter every single child in her care. 

Katakuri went out that night and bought a knife. The next day, the day after his 18th birthday, he killed her.

Sanji learns all of this from Perospero, who knew everything was going on but never had to guts/desire to stand up to Linlin. Sanji somehow gets into contact with Brulee and Oven and Daifuku afterwards, the only other three siblings old enough at the time to know why Katakuri did what he did. They explain that all of the other siblings still view Katakuri as a monster who murdered their ‘mother’. Not once in the thirty years he’d been imprisoned had any of them come to see him.

Sanji visits Katakuri soon after that. He doesn’t tell him that he knows. He doesn’t act any differently. He tells him about his life, about his friends and his new college and the job he got at the local restaurant. He tells him how he’s feeling, what he’s proud of in his accomplishments, and Katakuri listens.

A boy, talking to the older brother he never got to have.

A man, listening to the little brother he never got to know.

[queenofcandynsoda]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, VINSMOKE BROTHERS 🎉🎉🎉🎉

[chaotickoalas]

I can't believe I share a Birthday with this Dingus. Happy Birthday Sanji!!