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Sanji x Reader: Patch Me Up

Guess where I'm upto in the anime lmaoo

It isn't brilliant, I'm just rambling while I'm watching it. I wanna explore patching up after a fight, and carrying Sanji bridal style at a different time, but this'll do for now

Word Count: around 1700

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It was after the fight with Bon Clay that you found Sanji. He looked like hell, blood pouring from his head, his gait unsteady. In fact, you were worried he was about to collapse. Your feet moved before you, sprinting to meet the fighter.

"Sanji? you look like shit, what happened to you?" 

"Nothing I couldn't handle, love."  Sanji rasped out, hand cradling his temple. Oozing charisma, he made a move to pass you. With a scowl on your face, you outstretched your arms, blocking his path. The tall man stuttered to a halt. "Miss (Name), I'm okay, promise."

"Nuh uh!" You resisted, reaching out a finger to point at him. "You think I'll buy that bullshit?"

You jabbed him in the chest, causing the man to wince in pain. Sanji took in the pointed look you gave him."So I may have cracked a few ribs, who hasn't though? Really, I'm okay. I...uh..." 

"Sanji?"

The beautiful man began to sway, stumbling over his words. You moved to stabilise him, wrapping and arm around his waist. 

"Shit, Sanji. You really did get fucked up! C'mon, lean on me." 

Sanji resisted, mumbling something about chivalry, and that he was fine, just needed to sleep it off. Sure, the two of you had bigger fish to fry, but the way Sanji shook was a tell tale sign. The fight really did take a toll on him. You gently pressed the backside of your free hand to his cheek, wincing at how clammy it felt. You pulled him closer, observing how the swayed.

"Bullshit. Now c'mon, lean on me, you're running on pure adrenaline. No more of this chilvary shit."

"Miss (Name), I couldn't possi-AH!"

You'd had enough. As it was, Sanji was still bleeding out. Time to put all your ship skills to good use. With a huff, you knelt, swiping your free arm to the back of Sanji's legs. The touch caused his knees to buckle, slotting your arm directly behind them. It was awkward but you managed to scoop the man up, the hand that held his waist travelling up to support his shoulders. You lightly struggled, but managed to heave the man upwards, holding him in your arms. 

Sanji balked, arms coming to wrap around you neck to steady himself. What the fuck? You were so warm, he fought the urge to snuggle against you. Wait! What was he even thinking? This was a war.

"Hey! Put me down!" Sanji fought against you but you tightened your grip, growling at him. The man in your arms staring up at you at the noise. He studied your face. You were staring ahead, stumbling away from the action. Your face was stony, eyes sharp as you surveyed for enemies. Sanji felt himself flush. Oh, you looked so deadly like this. Now wasn't the time for him to fall for how gorgeous you looked. Sanji's heart stopped when he took in the blood splatter on your cheek. Were you hurt? No. 

That was his blood.

Sanji felt guilty, sullying your face with his blood. He didn't get to dwell on these thoughts, as you harshly turned the corner, foot slipping slightly. Sanji felt a yell escape his throat as you winced. 

You had a mission to complete. With all your strength, you jostled Sanji in your arms, regaining your footing. You pushed Sanji's face closer to your shoulder, arms digging in behind his knees. Sanji whimpered, at the feeling. You felt him grow embarrassed, but it wasn't the time. You set off again, determined to get him somewhere safe.

Sanji froze. Now was NOT the time for him to find this hot. It must be because his legs just got a workout. Yeah. That's it. He certainly didn't like the way you were able to carry him, making him feel small. He supposed he could see some benefits, this position let him get to see down your top. Oh. Oh, now that was nice. Your breasts were bouncing as you ran, his body lying beneath them. Sanji's mind screeched to a halt. 

Were you holding him bridal style?! 

Sanji felt embarrassment flare up in his chest. No! He's a man, he should be the one carrying you like this, so intimate. He must look so silly like this, lanky limbs hanging out from either side. You must think he looks so stupid?! So, Sanji did what he did best, he argued to cover his embarrassment.

"Hey, put me down! I'm a man, you can't treat me like this."

Your (colour) eyes snapped down to him. Sanji felt a shiver run down his spine. He felt small at the intensity. You pursed your lips, before it morphed into a wild grin. "If you don't shut up, I'll shut you up myself. Now, just sit back and enjoy the ride, babe."

Sanji felt his face burn. He tried to hide the blush from you, shuffling in your arms to bury his face in your shoulder. You focused back on your surroundings. Up ahead! A small alleyway, hidden from view. Sucking in a deep breath, you picked up speed.

"Gonna be a bumpy ride, Ji, hold on tight!" The man in your arms complied, and you felt his grip tighten. He felt your running stop, but you slid. He creaked open an eye, uncovering his face to study you. An alley? You were panting, trying to recover your breath. 

Sanji felt himself being lowered onto a crate. He unlocked his arms from their vice grip on your neck, sinking down to rest in his lap. You sat him upright. Sanji watched hazily as you shrugged off your pack, diving through the contents. There was blood covering your shoulder where his head lay, more staining near your waist. Damn, he'd lost more blood than he'd thought. Trying to focus, he watched you fish out a small medicine bag, and your handkerchief. He let out a sigh as you opened your canteen, wetting the cloth.

With renewed determination, you knelt before Sanji. The man still looked clammy, but you noted he at least had a pink flush apparent on his cheeks. That was a good sign in your books.

"Now stay still, you big dummy." You scolded as you took the damp rag, placing it to his temple. Sanji hissed in pain, eyes fluttering closed. Without thinking you cooed at him, bringing your free hand to rub comforting circles on his clean cheek, just under his bangs. "I know, honey, I know. Just stay still okay. Lemme clean the blood off that handsome face, okay?"

You resumed your work in silence, cleaning the wound on his forehead. When the blood was taken care of, you turned your attention elsewhere, cleaning the rest of his face as best you could. There was a clear warmth radiating from you, your touch never leaving him. Sanji sighed into it. 

"Must've been a tough battle, if he thought he could get some licks in. I'm sure you appropriately kicked his ass?"

"Hm. Oh, ya. Yeah. Destroyed him." Sanji opened his eyes to grin at you. his breath hitched at how lovingly you stared at him. 

"I'd expect nothing less from our hero. Just lemme apply a little bit of ointment to your cuts and we'll head off okay? Chopper can patch you up properly later. You really don't want me doing any stitches." 

That managed to draw a laugh from your patient, even if he winced as you applied the thick ointment to his cuts. The sting was minor, but the soothing coolness was instantaneous. Sanji whimpered at the feeling. You mistook it as one of pain.

"Hey!" You joked. "You don't want any scars on that beautiful face."

Sanji pouted. "That's supposed to be my line, gorgeous."

You chuckled. "Glad to see you've still got your sense of humour. And...all done! Think you can stand?"

"Of course I can stand! I won, in case you forgot." He snapped, feeling self conscious by your fretting. You watched mesmerised as he grew that flirty smile. "Besides. aren't you gonna kiss it better?"

A laugh bubbled out of you. You rose to stand, missing the way Sanji pouted. You got to your feet, staying hunched and staring deeply into Sanji's blue eyes. 

"Your wish is my command, Mr. Prince." 

You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. Sanji sighed at the feeling. He opened his mouth to speak but startled as you began peppering kisses to his various cuts. He heard you laugh at his expression. 

"Oh." He heard you muse, staring at you, a blush painting his cheeks. "Oh, you have a cut here too!"

You zeroed in on his lips, placing a soft but forceful kiss on them. For a man that was bleeding out moments ago, you really did love to put his heart in danger. You smiled against his lips, kissing him tenderly. Sanji squeaked for a moment, before his eyes closed. He relished in your affection, kissing back tenfold. He winced at the taste of blood, knowing it was his. You clearly didn't mind, tangling your hand into his hair, stroking his uninjured cheek. You pulled away with a pop. When Sanji opened his eyes again, half-lidded and dazed, he saw you packing back up your supplies. You outstretched a hand to him.

"Alright handsome, there's a war going on in case you forgot. We can pick this up later."

Sanji gratefully took it, using it to rise and draw you to his side. He leaned onto you, causing you to laugh and shoot him a look. "What? I'm injured." He whined dramatically. "I need the support."

His heart skipped a beat at your melodic laugh. "Want me to carry you again?"

Sanji pulled away like he'd been burnt.

"Hmph!"

"Relax, you looked cute. Injured or not, you best believe I'll carry you like that again." You laughed as you turned back into the street, arm wrapping around his waist. Sanji really didn't want to unpack how you seemed to love making him feel like a woman. If he asked, you'd probably roll your eyes and say something like 'I'm not treating you like a woman, I'm treating you right'. Sanji didn't like that implication. But perhaps being treated like a damsel wasn't all bad if he could get kisses like that. Clearly both deep in thought, you almost walked right into two figures.

"Oh man, you're alive."

"Chopper! Usopp! You guys alright?"

Joining forces, the four of you set off. Vivi needed your help. Who knew where Nami and Zoro were. Side by side, your merry gang ventured on their way. You winked at Sanji,

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"We got this handsome. Let's kick some Crocodile ass."

Bro I could wax lyrical how I see Sanji as someone deeply hurt by toxic masculinity, and how that feeds into his need to push away any form of self-love. I'm also bi as fuck, see Sanji as a bi man who overcompensates, and I really like feminine men...Let my man be treated like a sweet little treasure dammit! Someone teach this beautiful man his worth!