#nami: something is deeply wrong with you sanji
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beanghostprincess · 6 months ago
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Transfem!Robin being like a big sister for transfem!Sanji and helping her find and understand herself with so much love and care and appreciation vs transfem!Nami going literally insane at the news and demanding Sanji to move to their room so they can be together and she can open up her skull and finally understand her better
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chibinasuu · 2 months ago
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Sugar Cookies | Sanji x Reader
Summary: Just two shy oblivious fools in love. Tags: f!reader, no use of y/n, pure tooth-rotting fluff
Note: i imagined the reader here being the same one from my other fic “Good Mornings”, so this can be read as a continuation to that, but can definitely be read as a one-shot too!
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A now familiar sight greeted you as you stepped into the kitchen of the Thousand Sunny – Sanji, his back to you as he tirelessly worked on preparing today’s breakfast. It had fallen into your routine to join the blonde chef in the kitchen every morning, yet no matter how many times you've seen it, you never got tired of watching the man cook. 
They say the way to one’s heart is through the stomach. You never truly understood what that meant until you met Sanji. You fell in love at first bite with his cooking, but the more you got to know him, the more you found yourself falling for the blue-eyed cook himself. You were captivated by his charm, his kindness, his gentleness, and the way he deeply cared for each of his crewmates – yes, even the mosshead. 
A cup of coffee awaited you on the kitchen bar, steam still billowing off the mug. Sanji had memorized by now the hour and minute you usually come into the kitchen. He had gotten the timing of serving your coffee down to a science, making the drink just the right temperature for your first sip of the day – not too hot that it would scald your tongue, but also not left on the table long enough for it to be unpleasantly lukewarm. 
You took a deep breath through your nose, savoring the usual aroma of coffee and bacon, but there was also a hint of something else wafting through the air today. Something sweet – a delicate blend of vanilla, butter, and sugar. 
“Oh, good morning, sweetheart!” Sanji called out as he noticed you, and you felt your heart involuntarily skip a beat. 
The nickname didn’t use to affect you this much. Sanji had been calling you sweetheart since the very first moment he saw you, eyes full of hearts and arms waving to grab your attention. Truthfully, you found it annoying at first, even more so when you realized he acted like that with every single woman he met. But, somehow, somewhere along the way, you found yourself addicted to hearing him call you the term of endearment, even when you thought he didn’t actually mean it. How could he, when he called every other woman that?
Little did you know, somehow, somewhere along the way, Sanji had miraculously found himself looking less and less at other women. He didn’t even notice it until one day, Nami asked if he was feeling sick, thinking something was wrong because he hadn’t flirted with her for a record three days straight. Nami eventually figured out that Sanji hadn’t dropped his lovesick act, he was just reserving it for you. She didn’t say a thing, though, secretly entertained by your and Sanji’s obliviousness to each other’s true feelings. 
Sanji set down a plate of heart-shaped sugar cookies next to your coffee and winked at you, “Something sweet for someone sweet.”
He really needed to stop saying lines like that before you end up in the sick bay with heart failure.
A little peek at the jar on the counter showed you that the rest of the cookies he had set aside for your crewmates were all round-shaped, unlike the hearts he gave you. You tried not to read too much into it, lest you get your hopes up.
“Try dipping them into the coffee, dear, it’ll balance out the sweetness,” Sanji suggested as he returned to the stove, flipping some more bacon and adding them to the already massive pile on a plate.
You took a cookie and dipped it into your coffee, as per Sanji’s instruction, and you couldn’t stop the moan rising out from your throat as the bittersweet taste mingled exquisitely upon your tongue.
Sanji froze at the sound, before clearing his throat awkwardly, “Enjoying the cookies?”
He turned off the stove and started wiping down the oil splatters off the counter. 
“They’re perfect.” You told him as you popped another one of the buttery goodness into your mouth. Jokingly, you added, “I’m afraid you’re gonna have to make these for me every day for the rest of your life, Sanji.” 
You couldn’t see his face, but you could hear the sincerity in his tone when he replied, “That would be my greatest pleasure, sweetheart.”
His heartfelt remark caused a tightness in your chest, and you were suddenly awash with an irresistible wave of affection for the cook. You got up from your seat, your feet unwittingly carrying you toward the man still clearing up the countertop. 
Once you were right behind him, you wrapped your arms gently around his slim waist and rested the side of your face against his back, “Thanks, Sanji. You’re always so sweet to me.”
Sanji’s whole body stiffened under your touch, and you felt your heart drop. What were you thinking, suddenly hugging him like this? Of course he’d feel uncomfortable.  
You immediately started to remove your arms, but he urgently grabbed onto them, stopping you from letting go of the embrace. You looked up at Sanji curiously, only to find him tilting his head up toward the ceiling to prevent a nosebleed from streaming down his face.
“Oh, shoot, Sanji!” You yanked your arms away from him, grabbing a dishcloth and pressing it up to his nose.
Sanji’s face was bright red with embarrassment as you wiped the blood away. A laughter tinted with mortification bubbled out of you, “Sorry, sorry! I won’t do that again!”
His hand swiftly reached up to grab your wrist, and you stared at him in confusion. He refused to meet your eyes, and his voice was small when he finally said, “I don’t mind if you do that again.”
You stood in stunned silence, processing his words. Did that mean he liked that you hugged him? 
Sanji took a deep breath, looking oddly determined as he finally made eye contact with you. 
“No, actually, I want you to do that again. Please.” His voice cracked slightly with nerves as he hurriedly added, “But only if you want to.”
His shyness, so different from his usual over-the-top flirting, surprised you. It felt like he was giving you a peek at his genuine feelings that up till now had been thoroughly disguised by layers of exaggerated acts.
“Just, uh, give me a warning next time, maybe?” Sanji chuckled nervously, “Sorry, it just felt like my heart was going to explode.”
“Right.” You said, trying to supress a grin at how adorable he was being right now, “Consider this your warning, then.”
You tossed the bloody dishcloth into the sink and placed your hands on either side of him, looking right into his eyes as you announced, “I’m gonna hug you again, ‘kay?”
This time, when you pulled him close, Sanji’s arms moved to wrap around you too, one snaking around your waist, while the other cradled your head into his chest. 
He sighed in contentment at the feeling of you against him, marveling at the way your bodies fit perfectly like puzzle pieces — like you were made just for him. 
This close to him, you could feel his heart pounding a million beats per minute, and you wondered if he could feel yours racing at the same speed. 
After a few minutes — or hours, you couldn’t tell — Sanji admitted, “Still feel like my heart’s gonna explode.”
You chuckled and confessed, “Mine too.”
Sanji pulled away slightly from the embrace but kept you close, not intending to let you go anytime soon now that he finally had you in his arms. A speck of insecurity was evident in his expression as he searched your eyes, looking for validation that you wanted this as much as he did. Yes, Sanji blatantly flirted with you all the time, but at this moment, faced with the real possibility of something more, he was terrified. He was scared that you would regard his actions as unserious or thought that his feelings were a mere infatuation, when in fact, it ran so much deeper than that. 
Sanji started to tremble, and your grip on him tightened, steadying him. You caressed his back in a soothing motion and gave him an encouraging smile, while he observed you for another long second. Your eyes must have conveyed to him what you were too shy to profess through words right now, because Sanji inched the slightest bit forward, seemingly emboldened by what he found in your gaze. 
“Can I-” He gulped and cleared his throat before trying again, “Can I kiss you?” 
You felt your heart drum more erratically against your ribcage, if that was even possible. If he couldn’t feel it before, then he definitely could now. 
Warmth rushed into your cheeks as you nodded. Sanji tentatively brought his hands to your face, while yours found a home on his chest. You closed your eyes as he slowly leaned in, and finally, his lips met yours. 
Sanji’s kiss was gentle and soft, but electrifying at the same time. Full of passion, but also slow and unhurried, just like all these mornings you two share together. 
It was everything you ever imagined, and more.
“You taste sweet,” he mumbled against your lips, “Like sugar cookies.”
He pressed his forehead against yours, still in disbelief at how lucky he was to be here, having this moment with his precious sweetheart at last. 
You both were quiet for a short while before letting out relieved laughs, simply exhilarated at the thought of your long-held feelings being reciprocated.
“Can we do that again?” Sanji asked hesitantly.
You fondly laughed and reassured him, “Sanji, you can kiss me anytime you want.” 
He grinned widely, before closing the gap once more. His lips had barely grazed yours when the door to the kitchen burst open, “Good morning, yo ho ho ho!”
You and Sanji immediately leaped apart from each other as if poked by a hot iron, a space far too wide for your liking suddenly materializing between the two of you.
“Ah, my apologies.” Brook said with a hand covering his mouth, though he sounded more amused rather than sorry, “Am I interrupting something?”
Your face felt like it was burning, the heat spreading quickly down your neck as you awkwardly folded your arms across your chest, refusing to respond to the musician’s question. 
Sanji’s face was similarly flushed, but he also looked absolutely furious that someone dared to interrupt a scene that he had been dreaming about day and night for a very, very long time.
The cook quickly took the kettle off the burner and poured some hot water into a teapot he had already prepared earlier in the morning.  
“Here’s your morning tea.” He thrust a tray with the teapot and a cup onto Brook’s bony hands, before shooing him out, “Now get out, you creepy skeleton!”
He kicked the door shut in Brook’s face and sighed, rubbing his temples while grumbling about the geezer’s awful timing, before turning back to you.
Sanji’s bashful smile slowly returned when he saw you giggling in amusement at his outburst, which, he admitted, was a tad excessive. Oh well, he’d apologize to Brook later, but right now, he had something more important to get to. And no, it wasn’t finishing breakfast prep. That could wait — he was nearly done anyway.
Your heartbeat picked up all over again as he strode purposefully across the kitchen toward you,
“Now, where were we, sweetheart?”
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a/n: yes i stole that “something sweet for someone sweet” line from opla sanji - couldn't get my mind off it. anyway, all of my fics so far have been platonic (or romance-adjacent at most), so this was actually my first attempt at writing a more romance-centric fic. i hope that was okay?? feedback and constructive criticisms are always welcome!
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vinsmokesangio · 2 months ago
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'You’ve always had me' | Trafalgar D. Law x female!reader 
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pairing: trafalgar law x female!reader, a little bit of sanji x reader, but nothing serious. summary: You and Law have been childhood friends, having gone through similar traumas in the North Blue. You never left his side, becoming the first member of the Heart Pirates and consequently Law's second-in-command. During your crew's alliance with the Straw Hat Pirates, Law sees you getting very close to Sanji aboard the Thousand Sunny and feels an inexplicable jealousy.
cw: SFW, angst with happy ending, friends to lovers, fluff | heavy use of ‘y/n’ for grammar purpose 😛 wc: 1.4k author’s note: this is my first time writing for One Piece! I hope you like it! ✦•······················•✦•······················•✦··············•✦•······················•✦········
Just before departing from Zou, Law discusses strategies aboard the Straw Hat’s Thousand Sunny, deciding to travel to Wano on their ship while Law's crew remains on the Polar Tang. After a long discussion, Law notices y/n from afar, engaged in an animated conversation with Sanji. A pang of jealousy stirs within him as he watches. Sanji flirts, of course, and y/n laughs—a laugh that always made Law's heart clench, though he’d never admit it. That beautiful laugh only Bepo usually brought out of y/n, the one Law secretly adored.
Y/n observes Sanji eagerly as he adds spices to a cauldron, smiling at every word he says. Law, unable to bear it any longer, strides toward them. His face remains stoic, but jealousy burns in his eyes.
“Hey, Captain! Try this!” y/n says excitedly, offering a spoonful of sauce Sanji had prepared. Law, however, doesn’t even glance at y/n when he replies, his gaze still fixed on Sanji.
“No, I don’t want it,” he says coldly, still staring at Sanji, who looks back with a smirk.
“It’s a good thing he doesn’t want it, y/n-chan. I made it just for you,” Sanji teases, winking. Y/n smiles, but Law’s face burns, and he fights the urge to punch that perverted cook. Instead, he watches y/n taste the sauce and practically explode with happiness.
“Oh my God, this is so good, Sanji! Are you sure you don’t want to try it, Law?” y/n beams, her excitement palpable. But her joy is cut short when Law snaps at her.
“I said no, y/n!” His voice booms, loud enough to catch the attention of some of the crew members scattered around the ship. Y/n flinches, wide-eyed. Sanji, enraged by how Law had spoken to her, yells back at him, but neither y/n nor Law listens. Her heart races, and she finally explodes.
“Seriously, what’s wrong with you? You’ve been rude to me since this morning!” Her voice trembles, and her legs shake. In all the years of friendship, Law had never raised his voice at y/n or acted so coldly toward her. Among the Heart Pirates, everyone knew Law only let his guard down when y/n was around, trusting her deeply. But ever since they allied with the Straw Hats, Law had been treating y/n differently, and now she had reached her breaking point.
Nami, sensing the tension between them, steps in to help.
“Sanji-kun! Why don’t you show me some of your new desserts, huh?” Nami suggests, luring Sanji away. With hearts in his eyes, Sanji follows her, leaving Law and y/n alone in the kitchen.
For a long time, Law remains silent after Nami and Sanji leave. He keeps his back turned to y/n, sensing the growing tension. Yet, his pride holds him back from admitting what’s bothering him. After a while, he finally speaks, still not looking at her.
“Nothing’s wrong with me,” he says coldly, but y/n can tell he's hiding something.
“I know something’s wrong. I trust you. You trust me. We grew up together! Just stop being such an asshole whenever I’m around!” her voice breaks, exhausted by the situation. Law is caught off guard by the crack in her voice—it was rare for y/n to sound this vulnerable. His heart aches, but he struggles to find the words. Admitting that he was jealous of the attention y/n gave to Sanji felt too difficult. He envied the way Sanji could make her laugh and smile—something Law couldn’t seem to do. But he was too proud to say it, even though y/n had always been close to him.
“You’re not going to say anything, are you? Fine.” y/n sighed, frustrated, and started to leave. Law watched as she walked away, anger and disappointment evident on her face. Guilt gnawed at him—he knew he was the reason she was upset. He wanted to explain and apologize, but his stubbornness held him back. Cursing under his breath, he slammed his fist against the counter, frustrated with himself for not being able to say how he truly felt.
Later that night, Law finds y/n sitting on the deck, enjoying the sea breeze. She looks calmer, but her swollen face suggests she had been crying. Guilt grips him as he approaches silently and stands beside her. Neither says anything for a while.
“If you came to treat me badly again, you can leave,” y/n says coldly, not taking her eyes off the sea. Law takes a deep breath before speaking.
“I didn’t come to treat you badly… I came to talk.”
Y/n turns her face to him, her gaze serious. Law almost loses his nerve seeing those eyes he loves staring back at him. She gives him a silent signal to continue.
“I’m sorry for how I acted earlier. I was being a jerk, and I didn’t mean to be like that with you,” Law admits.
“Why? Why have you been so mean to me since we made this alliance with the Straw Hats?” y/n asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Law hesitates but knows he has to be honest. His heart pounds as he prepares to admit his feelings.
“I’ve been feeling… jealous.”
Y/n freezes, her heart racing. She hadn’t expected that answer. All she can whisper is a quiet, “…What?”
“I’ve been jealous because… I don’t like seeing you spend so much time with that stupid cook and laughing so freely with him. It makes me angry and frustrated,” Law admits, clenching his fists.
Y/n processes his words in disbelief. Law? Jealous? Of Sanji? She never imagined it. After taking a deep breath, she responds.
“You… You’re jealous of me? With Sanji?” her voice is calm, and Law nods, still avoiding her gaze.
“Yes, I am. I know it’s childish, but the thought of you with him makes my blood boil. I don’t know why, but I just can’t help it,” he says, still clenching his fists.
“Law, look at me,” y/n says, taking his hand, forcing him to meet her eyes. Slowly, he turns, heart pounding.
“Me and Sanji… we’re just friends. He’s also from North Blue, and we were talking about that…” y/n tries to explain but hesitates, unsure if she wants to know exactly how Law feels. She takes several deep breaths, trying to speak but always stopping short.
“What is it?” Law asks softly, noticing her struggle.
“Why are you jealous? Tell me the truth, Law,” y/n presses. Law, surprised by the direct question, freezes momentarily before sighing heavily.
“I don’t know… I just don’t like seeing you with him. It makes me feel… upset. And angry.” Vulnerability wasn’t part of his usual demeanor, but with y/n, he couldn’t hide. He looks down at the sea again.
“What do you really feel about me?” y/n’s voice cracks as she asks, avoiding his eyes.
Law hears the emotion in her voice, making his heart hurt. He finally looks at her, eyes filled with frustration and sadness.
“I… I feel a lot of things. We grew up together. I care about you, but lately… those feelings have grown into something more. I’ve been struggling with them, especially when I see you with Sanji.”
Y/n, shocked and unsure of what to say, stumbles over her words. Law, anxious, assumes she doesn’t feel the same and starts to leave, but she grabs his hand.
“Wait! Just… wait.”
Law freezes, heart pounding as she stops him. Her touch makes his heart race faster. He looks at her, waiting for her to speak.
Terrible at expressing her feelings, acts on instinct. She pulls him close and kisses him intensely. Law is taken by surprise, but quickly responds, pulling her closer and pouring all his pent-up emotions into the kiss.
Slowly, y/n pulls away. With their foreheads touching, she whispers, “I feel the same way… about you… but I was so afraid of mixing things up…”
Relief floods Law as he hears her confession. He lets out a shaky breath, still holding her close. Vulnerable, he admits, “Me too… But I can’t hide my feelings anymore. I want you.”
“You’ve always had me,” y/n smiles, gently stroking his blushing cheeks. Law smiles back, kissing her again, relieved by her reciprocation. Their kiss is abruptly interrupted by the sound of a loud crash from the ship's deck.
“Dammit, Usopp, you idiot!!” Nami, Usopp, and Chopper, who had been spying on them, had fallen over. Y/n bursts into laughter as Law storms off, completely irritated, chasing after them.
“ROOM. SHAMBLES.”
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playmiya · 6 months ago
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#SOCIALS! — as trafalgar's s/o part one
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notyn: one year w the big homie 💯 tagged: trafalgarlaw liked by therealnami, vivinef, b.epo and 1,851 others trafalgarlaw: I am not "big homie" what is wrong with you trafalgarlaw: There is something deeply undiagnosed about you ⟳ notyn: good thing you're a premed then 🤪🤪 sanjiie: happy for you ig 🙄.... ⟳ notyn: sus ⟳ notyn: do u rly mean it this time
sanjiie: ᚤᛟᚢ ᛏᚺᛁᚾᚴ ᛋᚢᚴᚢᚾᚨ ᛞᛟᛋᛖᚾᛏ ᚺᚨᚡᛖ ᛏᚺᛖ ᛈᛟᚹᛖᚱ ᛟᚠ (NO LOVE) ᚷᛟᛞ ? ᚷᛟᛞ ᚺᛁᛗᛋᛖᛚᚠ ᚷᚨᚡᛖ ᛗᛖ ᚱᛖᚡᛖᛚᚨᛏᛁᛟᚾ ᚨᛒᛟᚢᛏ ᚺᛁᛗ, ᚤᛟᚢ ᚷᛟᚾᚾᚨ ᛋᛖᛖ ᚹᚺᛟ ᚷᛟᛏ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚱᛖᚨᛚ ᛈᛟᚹᛖᚱ ᛟᚠ ᚷᛟᛞ (BREAK UP) ⟳ notyn: GUYS SANJI'S TRYING TO SUMMON A DEMON AGAIN ⟳ roronoazoro123794: @ sanjiie 𓅒𓅓𓅔𓀀𓀁𓀂𓀃𓀠𓀡𓀠𓀡𓅒 (KILL YOURSELF) ⟳ notyn: @ therealnami @ nicorobin778 mothers help 😭😭 vivinef: me when :( ⟳ notyn: bae u gotta drop more hints ⟳ vivinef: shes always busy w her stupid finance stuff tho 😭 therealnami: Enroll in Nami's Hustler University now 💯 Take control of your financial future and beat the matrix 💸 💸 DM me "DEBT FREE" to learn the secrets of success 😉
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trafalgarlaw: how could my day be bad when i'm with you? tagged: notyn liked by b.epo, ikkakkuu, cl1oneandonly, shachi56 and 389 others trafalgarlaw: let the record show I was held at gunpoint for this caption by @ notyn ⟳ notyn: wdym babygirl i just sent u the song n i thought u liked it 🥺 ⟳ trafalgarlaw: NAHH you literally said you'd revoke s/o privilege if "I didn't make the most emo cute photo dump ever for our one year" ⟳ ikkakkuu: @ notyn exposed 🗿 ⟳ sanjiie: @ ikkakkuu what's up my beautiful goddess ⟳ ikkakkuu: @ sanjiie boy bye! cl1oneandonly: dawg law pulling yn gotta be one of the top true crime unsolved mysteries out there 🙏 officialluffy: BIG W MY BROTHER ❗ A S/O IS NOT JUST YOUR PARTNER BUT ALSO A FRIEND FOR FUTURE ADVENTURES 🔥🔥 ⟳ shachi56: "adventures" and it's law crying about being a premed student 💀 ⟳ shachi56: btw luffy have you finished the sociology seminar assignment ⟳ officialluffy: ASSIGNMENTS AREN'T REAL
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bonus ☆
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a/n: i lowkey want to make a one piece in college au i have so much to say 😭
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zoro-jpg · 1 year ago
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After an argument - headcanon
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In deep waters with the crew
Headcanon, romance, angst, fluff
Gn! Reader x bf/gf!strawhats
An: I’d love if you guys requested headcanons!! Also just want more one piece moots<33 tysm for the support so far! (Also I’m just starting to learn about these characters so there could be some inaccuracies!!! I’m cruising purely off vibes 🕺)
Sanji
-is slightly upset for a couple of minutes (sometimes it's even just a mere few seconds), then acts as if nothing ever happened
-saunters up to you with a smile, and smothers you in kisses and hugs, if you're playing hard to get, he's not gonna leave you be until you return his affection
-you can't stay mad at him for too long, he just has this power over everybody. He is too adorable
-for him to forgive you, you just need to make a warm, affectionate peace offering, he's not one who can't forgive you easily. Just give him a smooch and poof ~ forgiven
Zoro
-is giving you the silent treatment (I MF hate the silent treatment), locks himself up in his room
-thinks he was right every time
-needs some time to think about the whole argument, and after a little while later he admits that you both were wrong and apologizes for his indecent behavior
-for him to forgive you, you need to do something dramatic, ofc he likes to talk it out, but he prefers to see your actions over some cheap words
Nami
-She regretted saying things she didn't mean at all
-so frustrated she’s not gonna let it slide without you proving why you’d be right with convincing reasons
-but when she realizes she was wrong, she is quick to apologize (somewhat begrudgingly)
-for her to forgive you, you need to give her a teeny bit of flattery, it will work most of the time, just say things like you don't deserve her love or something like that
Luffy
-just knows he's right (and he sadly is actually right)
-once things cool down, he is quick to forgive and forget, just hates the whole awkward atmosphere after an argument
-tries to make jokes here and there just to see how you react so he can feel out the signals you’re sending
-for him to forgive you, you have to promise to never commit that same mistake again, although he's not one who can stay mad at someone for very long over petty things
Ussop
-can't stay mad for a too long of a time, sure he is upset with you, but he’s def not gonna show it to you
-trying to please you in any way possible
-all the while trying to find the real reason for the argument, and trying to solve it by himself
-for him to forgive you, you need to add a bit of humor to cover up your wrong doings, again he can't stay mad for a long time
Robin
-it's really rare to have a heated argument with her, she is just super cooperative and fair-minded
-prefers to find a solution that is good for the both of you
-not gonna forget about it for a long time though, she is going to think about it for a while after
-for her to forgive you, you need to do the same thing, just give her an effortful apology, and talk it out. Poof magic, it’s all fixed
Franky
-is really upset about how far this whole thing went, hates arguing with you so much (he def cried)
-apologizes hundreds of times, like to the point where you almost feel bad after
-a whole cuddle session for hours after it (with a lot of kisses), like never ever letting go of you
-for him to forgive you, you have to give a sensitive and genuine apology (with TeArS!), he requires patience and lots of love, especially if you hurt him deeply, you just need to prove that you deserve his forgiveness
Brook
-is feeling guilty right at the moment, especially seeing how upset it made you
-apologies almost immediately, the next few days, he does everything for you to try and make it up
-sits down with you and tries to really discuss the issue and some solutions
-for him to forgive you, you need to have a straightforward apology, admit your wrongdoings
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xlpoww · 1 year ago
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LOVE
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Anonymous asked: okay okay i just read your sanji imagines and maybe make a part where the roles are reversed? like the reader gets flirted on by someone else and she flirts back and sanji doesn’t understand why he feels jealous all of a sudden? part one and two can be found here: SOUR GUTS
this one goes out to my lovely friend @honnelander <3 i adore you!! thank you for being my biggest supporter<3 you don't know this but you inspired me to begin writing again!! so thank you.
warnings: none!
word count: 930
opla! sanji x f! reader
you were fuming, why wouldn’t you be? zoro had instigated an argument with sanji that turned into a full fledged fight.
and it was about you
there were a million thoughts racing through your head, but the biggest one hurt you the most. you’d upset him? your best friend? how could someone as insignificant as you have the power to upset sanji vinsmoke so deeply? he had women falling at his feet, the gorgeous man. the biggest flirt in all the seas was hung up over, you?
that man that you’d left with last night, he didn't matter to you at all really. he was sweet and funny, but he wasn’t him. would sanji feel a bit lighter if he knew you couldn’t even remember that guy's name? no, that might make it worse, wouldn’t it.
you don’t know where to go from here, sitting on the deck left alone with your thoughts. after the  blow up fight in the kitchen, you’d chewed zoro out to hell and back. so much so it even felt like he felt some remorse, but you figured it was a trick of the light. if he had truly cared about the cook’s feelings, he wouldn't have pushed him so far. he wouldn't have exposed him like that, made him so vulnerable without a choice in the matter.
how would you feel if your heart was left so defenseless by someone else’s words? if you had no say in the matter of confessing your feelings?
you take a deep sigh, leaning back onto your hands. your head falls back as you look to the sky. not a cloud in sight, it felt wrong for a sight so beautiful to appear on such a gloomy day. 
so deep in thought, you fail to notice the sound of footsteps walking towards you. the man stops silently besides you, hands in his pockets. from one of them he pulls a cigarette, a lighter from the other. still, not a word leaves his lips as he begins to light it, only the sound of the lighter catching your attention. with wide eyes you turn to your right and see sanji, tagging a long drag of his cigarette. he peeks at you out of the corner of his eye.
“hey y/n” his voice was devoid of the usual flirtiness, it sent a pang through your heart.
“hey sanj, how are you doing?”  you angle more of your body towards him, speaking softly. the conversation felt so delicate. he blows out the smoke from his cigarette before responding.
“could be better darling, that wasn’t how i wanted you to find out about my feelings.” his words are paired with dry laughter, and he’s avoiding your eyes.
“so it’s true? you’re in love with me?” your hand has come up to grasp your other arm, your eyes finding their way to the ocean as you speak.
“since the moment i laid eyes on you, back on the baratie.” his words sound like a weight being lifted off his shoulders. “you sitting there at the table with the rest of our lovable group- you’d looked scared to order the wine, like was going to rat you out to the marines or something!” he’s laughs, the sound warming your heart.
“i had never sat down at such a fancy restaurant!” you defend yourself with a huff, continuing on exasperatedly, “anyways. that can’t be true, you were just as flirty with nami back then- you couldn’t have liked us both could you?” you turn to face him once again, your eyes frantically searching his own. how could you have missed this, how could everyone in the world have known but you?
“something about you, it just stuck with me. i don’t know how to explain it y/n, but ever since you came into my life, i haven’t gone a day without thinking of you.” he takes a moment to take another drag, the smoke falling from his mouth as he continues on. “all those other girls, they never really meant anything. i was just hoping to be distracted from you, though it never worked. no matter who i talked to, it was always you who held my heart captive.” there’s a bitter sweet tone to his words, yet they’re elegant and thoughtful all the same.
“sanji, i- don't really know what to say. i can’t believe i didnt notice-” you’re scrambling to find the right words when he cuts you off with a smile.
“no-no it’s fine, you don’t have to return my feelings or anything love.” he dropped the cigarette, leaning towards you slowly. it’s like he’s giving you the chance to pull away. when you don’t he gets closer, bringing his hand to rest softly on your cheek. the light touch causes a burning blush, and you smile softly at the man sitting in front of you so bravely. “i just wanted you to hear it from my lips. i love you, y/n.”
you want to say more, but when you open your mouth he shakes his head softly, and you close it. there are a million combinations of words, yet no one feels right at this moment. with the way sanji is looking at you, it feels right to stay quiet. to sit in the silence, next to a man that loves you with his whole heart. 
and when you close your eyes, leaning into his soft gentle touch, a smile graces your lips, only one thought on your mind.
‘i think i could begin to love you too.’
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bountycancelled · 1 year ago
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monster trio + sensitive/angry reader who's pmsing
opla x reader
requested: yes, but reqs are closed right now<3
genre: headcanons, no pronouns used, no use of y/n, reader has periods but gender isn't specified.
a/n: not taking reqs for now since I'm writing my finals and also working on an smau. but I am taking commissions if anyone is interested, totally not a must at all♡ unedited, no caps on purpose, its also a little short, but I hope you enjoy it!
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☆luffy☆
–1000/10. brushes off your sour mood with a cheery smile and nothing floating around in his eyes.
if you were hoping that he would act a little more... sensibly during this less bearable part of your cycle, then you're dead wrong. boy is completely clueless.
everytime you lash out at him or otherwise act way more emotionally than you usually do, he genuinely doesn't think anything of it.
if you explain to him that your hormones are the reason for your behaviour, he'll just shrug and carry on as usual.
he doesn't necessarily understand how your body works, but he'll do anything you ask if it means making this time for you better to manage.
cuddling with you when you're in pain, comforting you when you get overly emotionally or giving you space. (this one's really hard for him, not because he can't be away from you, he just keeps forgetting and walking into the room your in to talk to you)
overall, this brown-eyed, straw hat wearing pirate may not be a pms expert, but he'll sure as he'll try his best for you. (no sharing food though, so don't ask.)
☆zoro☆
extremely perceptive, so he notices something is off about you, but shares that same lack of knowledge that luffy has.
he's also not the most emotional or confrontational person, if you want to talk about whatevers bothering you, then you know where to find him. he's not going to actively seek out answers.
he can take you attitude and mood swings like a champ too, so it's only when he overhears you chatting with nami about your period pain kicking your ass that he puts 2 and 2 together.
again, he's not exactly sure how to help you, this isn't a problem he can solve with his swords. so, he offers you the next best thing in his opinion, sleep. and lots of it.
if you're sad, he'll let you cuddle him until you eventually pass out (he's as stiff as a cardboard box when you're wrapped around him, but he's trying, okay?) if you're angry, he'll train with you until you can't get a word out, let alone think pissy thoughts, and you'll both nap on the closest comfy surface.
he always falls asleep before you tbh, buuuuuut. he always wakes up before you, still as he can be, making sure that you don't stir in your sleep, seeing as it's one of your only respites to the highs and lows of highschool footba– I mean, of your hormones. its not much, but he hopes that his presence serves as a comfort to you.
☆sanji☆
out of the three, he's the most likely to be hurt by your change in behaviour.
knowing sanji, he probably thinks that he's done something to encite your sudden moods and he'll seek you our immediately to apologise for whatever he's done that's made you act like this.
when you explain to him the actual situation, he calms down for a split second because now he knows he hasn't done anything to upset you, and then immediately goes into caring partner mode.
although he prides himself on knowing women better than most men, he's a bit clueless in this regard. but, if there's one thing he truly does know the ins and out of, it's you. your likes, dislikes, dreams, pet peeves, he'll pull out all the stops, each and every single action of his that you've ever talked about in a positive manner, he'll do.
I'm talking cuddles, compliments, cooking meals for you odd hours of the night when you're craving something specific, he'll do it all, if it means making this a little easier for you to deal with.
and though it pains him deeply to be away from you for any reason, he's grateful that you distance yourself whenever you're a bit snappy. he's sensitive by nature, and he'll come sprinting to you once you've cooled off a bit, ready to smother you with love once again.
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zoros-bandana · 2 years ago
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Hi Dove! I’m so happy that ur requests are open!!! So may I please request angst to fluff with Sanji where reader (female please) and Sanji had a fight about something (you can choose and they are together) and then the next day they were ambushed by the marines, reader saw that there was a marine about to creep up to Sanji and she took the hit for Sanji, it was kind of a big slash to the stomach and reader fainted after a while because of the loss of blood and Sanji got angry and began fighting more aggresively? Timeskip after the whole thing Chopper patches up the reader but Chopper said its gonna leave a scar on her body (specifically the stomach). Sanji felt so guilty and keeps apologizing to the reader and reader said that its okay and some other comforting words to Sanji and eventually also says sorry about the fight they had the day before. In the end Sanji takes care of the reader while she recovers. Thank you!!
Sour
(SFW)
Slight angst/slight fluff
Warning: mention of relationship fighting, mention of physical fighting, mention of blood, mention of wound
Summary: Sanji's drifting eye had froze the minute he saw you, however, when it returned, it became a rude awakening. Ending you both in a turn of anguish and hurt.
Word Count: 1,800
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Your relationship with Sanji was effortless.
He was kind, as he was with any female he encountered, but with you it was something different. From the moment you joined the Straw Hats there was a sense of relief around him, freeing your once twisted past like loose ends, breaking free of what weighed you down.
And for Sanji it was mutual.
He acted differently.
The once love-sick cook had no longer any desire for anybody besides you, confusing the rest of the crew. He no longer ran after Nami or Robin, simply treating them like he did with the rest of the crew; competent and helpful. His spare time would be swooning over you and granting your every wish, making his priorities realign to appease his girl.
Nothing was too big or too small for him.
That was why, as you docked onto the island of Goruden for supplies, your relationship turned an unexpected sour.
It was a beautiful island, full of warmth and depth, casting every inch of the land in a glow from the sun. And much like the land itself, the people were just as beautiful.
You had taken off with Sanji in tow, heading towards the markets for a restock of food and drinks; a few crew mates tagging along with the hopes of promised luxuries. Upon your search, Sanji's gaze had drifted, taken aback by a tall women with long vibrant blonde hair. Her skin glistened like bronze, covered in a set of orange fabric that draped carefully over her curves. Her face was soft, kind, blushing a smile that drew you in with the faint tickle of her laugh.
Sanji reluctantly let go of your hand, for mere moments, assisting the women as he struggled to hold her basket of overflowing fruits. The sickening crack in Sanji's voice returned, knowing he was in awe of the women in front of him. Feeling betrayed by his actions, you retreated back into the group, shielding yourself from your boyfriend. Your whole body felt heavy, almost on the verge of fainting, fighting the urge to snap at him. You never imagined he would fall back to his old ways, only ever hearing stories of his behaviour, trusting your relationship was stronger than his urges.
But you were wrong.
You kept your distance from Sanji, walking a few steps ahead, clinging onto Zoro and Luffy; knowing it would annoy him the most. His voice continued to ring out to you, over and over, attempting to apologise for his misbehaviour. His stomach tied in knots the moment he realised what he had done, almost in a trance by her aura, unbeknown he was doing it until it was too late. The look on your face as he watched you sink further behind the swordsman broke his heart. He never wished to hurt you, knowing how deeply your trust for him ran, and how devastatingly hard it was for you to trust someone again.
This game of avoidance continued through the day, carrying into the late hours of the night aboard the ship. It was agreed to venture in the morning, leaving the island, giving into the night to rest; sleeping apart from your usual shared bed with Sanji.
Sanji did, however, continue bombarding you with displays of love, hoping to persuade you to come back to him, but his efforts were met short. You had watch the man you love fall back on his estranged love-struck patterns he promised were behind him, making your mind up to sit in the loathing bitterness of your hurt.
Word quickly spread of a pirates arrival to the island, prompting a worried call for marines to surround the ship early into the hours of the morning. It was a heavy blow, drunkenly guiding yourself to the deck just before sunrise, watching your friends already mid battle. Heavy clatters of swords and fired bullets rumbled your hearing, quickly snapping into action to join in the weave of intense crowd to defend your honoured ship.
A sharp snap of blond hair and fire shifted your attention, recognising Sanji's perfectly poised mannerism even in the midst of a fight. Meeting his bright blue eyes you exchanged a silent word, both relieved of each others safety in that moment; still bearing love for one another. Distracted for mere moments, Sanji's position became vulnerable, letting an open on his left switch your attention to the sword coming down towards him.
Your overall skill of endurance surpassed the likes of your boyfriend, quickening your reflexes for a perfect wing of defence to your crew. Snapping into action you took off, racing against the wielded marine to reach the still unsuspecting Sanji.
As you collided with the marine, you disarmed him with a few simple manoeuvres, relieved of your quick defences. He hit the deck in front of you, instantly passing out from the blow which deemed unusually large for someone of your size.
Dusting yourself off you looked back at Sanji, furrowing your brow upon his sickened look.
Sanji's eyes casted at your stomach, his face a ghostly white, mumbling out your name as he grasped your arm tightly. You followed his eyes to your stomach, noticing the large gash that spanned over your full abdomen, seeping through a heavy brown as blood oozed from your wound. Dazed in shock you zoned out, feeling your body shake into the likes of a collapse. You could still feel Sanji near you, his body inching closer in worry, his hands in the stage of lifting you into his arms. Fluttering your eyes you tried to mumble out your confusion, not grasping how the marine managed to reach you in time to cause such a heavy injury. However, your efforts were met short, your body giving in under the loss of blood and soon passing out in Sanji’s arms.
You awoke groggily on your back, fluttering up at the familiar ceiling of the infirmary. Your body rose in a searing pain, targeting your tightly bandaged abdomen, forcing you to groan out. Your voice prompted the answer of two voices, those of people you recognised well, turning your head towards the sounds.
Chopper and Sanji sat by your side, both exchanging a mixed look of relief and joy, leaning in towards your groggy state.
“You’re awake” Sanji smiled, reaching out towards your hand. “I’m so glad to see your face again. You’ve been out of it for a while, we were getting worried”
Squeezing gently you slid your hand in his, intertwining your fingers. It felt almost impossible to speak, your pain heaving heavy gasps for air as you tried to make sense of what was happening around you.
“Everyone else is okay, Y/n” Chopper encouraged, checking over your IV lines; prompted by your obvious pained state. “You just worry about getting better. That wound is pretty deep and it will leave a scar, so don’t move around too much while it heals”
Turning around to face Sanji, Chopper toughened his voice, raising it to make him seem bigger. “You make sure she stays safe, okay? And follow everything I told you earlier! She needs to keep still as much as she can”
“You don’t have to worry about her, Chopper, I'll look after her. There should be some cake up in the kitchen for your efforts, go and help yourself for helping my sweet Y/n-swan”
Chopper squealed in excitement, quickly running towards the door in a flash on fur. As his body hit the deck his voice was followed by the usual kitchen thief’s; Luffy and Usopp.
Returning his attention back to you, Sanji’s face softened, lowering his head to avoid your face in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry, Y/n. I should’ve been there to protect you, to help defend you against that deranged marine. Someone who has the audacity to lay a hand on a women, especially someone like you, truely deserves the worst possibly death”
“I’m also sorry about our fight; about how I acted” Sanji looked back up then. “I need you to know I never meant to hurt you or betray your trust. I helped her because I could never turn my back on a lady in need, and in those few moments even though my attention was on her, all I could think about was you. Her basket carried all your favourite fruits, down to the loose handful of grapes that I know you would happily fight our captain for. The crease beside her eyes when she smiled at me was something reminiscent of how you look at me when I make you laugh. Her hair was curled just the way that your hair does in the morning, framing your face when you look at me. There will never be a moment when I don’t think about you and how much you mean to me. You are my girl, Y/n, and nothing is going to take that away from you”
Fighting against your body you pushed yourself up, ignoring Sanji's protest to rest, moving to sit upright; the stack of pillows behind you cushion your fallback. You cleared you throat promptly, ignoring the surging sting as you coughed, busting enough strength to speak.
"I'm sorry, too"
You voice broke in a quiet groan.
"What are you talking about, Y/n? You didn't do an-"
"I'm sorry for the way I handled seeing you with somebody else. I know you, it feels like I have done more than this lifetime, and your hearty intentions to be kind to women. I know you wouldn't do anything to jeopardise our relationship, and I'm sorry I felt the need to avoid your apology. I was hurt, and too stuck in my own feelings to face this problem, because when I see you I see someone who I don't wish to lose"
"You will never lose me, okay?" Sanji promised, moving himself to sit beside you on the bed. He leaned forward over your body, his hand resting beside you, face inches from your own. "I'm not going anywhere, my love. I will be here for you through good and bad and nobody will ever come between us, no matter how many loose grapes are in their basket"
Sanji swiftly moved to you, sweeping you up in a soft kiss. His lips were always the perfect mould, curling against you in the most plump and soft folds, feeling somewhat like heaven. His taste remained the same, lingers of smoke dancing on his tongue as he deepened the kiss, working to build a familiar rise of butterflies in your stomach. As he pulled away, a soft pucker left behind a kind smile, relieved to have put the fight behind him and move forward; working towards getting you better.
"I love you, so much, never forget how much you mean to me and how much I value us." He looked up towards the IV bag, noting the drop in liquid from the bag, furrowing his brow. "Now if you will excuse me, I have a doctor to collect and a girlfriend to heal"
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nethhiri · 6 months ago
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Siren Charms: Chapter 8
Zoro x Siren!Reader
Warnings: mentions of violence and blood
Hunger
The Straw Hats were a lot more welcoming than you expected them to be, more welcoming than you deserved from them. The only one who maintained a distance was Zoro. It was plain to see he still didn't trust you. He hesitated about giving your sword back, eyeing it with some curiosity, as he did so. He seemed to realize you didn't need a sword to hurt anyone. Your body was the weapon. 
All the human contact was a bit overwhelming for you, more so since you were so hungry. You often set yourself apart, sitting on the figurehead or the roof of the crow's nest. You were a nocturnal creature, so it was easy for you to climb into one of the trees on the ship and fall asleep on a limb during the daytime hours. A few times you might have been so deeply asleep and weak in general that you fell out of the tree. You didn't even wake up one of those times and it was a miracle you didn't fall into Zoro's lap since he often slept in the shade of the trees.
You found yourself in the kitchen, quite shamefully. Sanji greeted you with his normal enthusiasm and astutely noticed your demeanor. "What's wrong, mademoiselle?" 
"Remember the other day, when you yelled at Luffy for stealing food?"
"I do."
"It... was me." Your craving was so intense you broke the lock on the fridge and ate a few steaks raw from the fridge. "I'm sorry." You felt bad that Luffy got whopped on the head for your thievery. 
Sanji lamented, "Am I not feeding you well enough? Is my cooking subpar?!" He dramatically put his head on the counter. "I apologize for starving you so!" He was impressed that you basically ripped the fridge door off the hinges trying to get in. Nothing Franky couldn't fix. 
"No, no. That's not it. Your cooking is great." You didn't know how to explain. "I need...more. More than food." You actually didn't need to eat food at all, but you could still enjoy the flavors. "I need blood...from people." 
"Oh like for your devil fruit?" Sanji nodded. "Don't you worry about it. I got you covered." 
You didn't correct him. They seemed to be under the impression you had some kind of vampiristic devil fruit power. There wasn't a reason to correct them in your eyes. They could create their own justifications in their head for why you were this way. No one had outright asked you, so it didn't matter that much anyway.
That evening you during dinner, one of the only times you were with everyone together, Sanji delivered a cup of viscous red liquid. You grabbed his wrist as he pulled it back from setting the cup down. There were bandages around his hand. In a flash, you tore the bandages with a nail to reveal a thin red line. "You didn't have to do that." You pressed the flat of your tongue against his palm and let his hand go. "There." The cut on his hand was a healed pink line. 
Chopper was fascinated. "How did you do that?!" He made a mental note to examine the properties of your saliva later.
"Just can." You shrugged. While Sanji was saying something about never washing that hand again, you tried exercising self-control in drinking the blood he provided for you. That failed almost immediately when you chugged it and then stuck your tongue as far down the sides as you could to lick the sides clean. 
Luffy was ecstatic that Nami and Usopp immediately relinquished their plates out of queasiness. 
"Maybe let's not have blood at the table," Nami said, almost apologetically. 
You shrank, feeling like you were in trouble. "Sorry." You wiped your mouth on the back of your hand and excused yourself. 
It was difficult assimilating. You had odd habits and odder tastes. At least now you had some human blood in you. You could already feel a pump from the energy. All you needed was a jumpstart. With that little bit you could grow your wings and locate other food sources. You would have been able to sooner had Luffy not banned you from feeding on the crew. You sat atop the crow's nest, eyes scanning the horizon. The wind tossed the scent of humans close by at your nose. 
You waited until everyone had gone to bed, pulling your mask over your face. Franky had taken it while you were hurt and inspected it, fascinated by the foreign technology. It was an oxygen concentrator. Helpful for when you were at high altitude or deep sea, where the element was somewhat scarce. It also helped give you a performance boost in normal circumstances. 
It felt so good and so freeing after a week of being human-bound for your wings to sprout from your back, erupting from your skin in a black flourish. As soon as the feathers settled into position, you launched yourself to the sky, a few flaps of your wings sending you gliding under the stars. The promise of a good meal had you rocketing towards the smell of humans. For you, a distance of a few miles was well within your hunting range. Your internal compass was impeccable and there was no worry in your mind that you wouldn't find your way back. Plus your green snack had such a hold over you, that you felt like his scent could bring you back from twice as far. In fact, the entire time you fed, you pretended it was him you were draining, for the brief feeling of satisfaction. 
Without a sound, several hours later, your feet touched the deck. A pair of gray eyes watched you, narrowing, wondering where you had gone. 
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possessionisamyth · 1 year ago
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fic idea notes i wont write a full story of because yall are not getting me back into writing for one piece BUT
Pre-timeskip/post thousand sunny acquisition where Sanji gets injured and he's in a coma for a few weeks. Everyone visits him but Usopp visits him the most because he can finally talk to sanji without feeling like he's going to say the wrong thing. Sure they ended on a good note getting back together but even after thriller bark that doubt remains.
Anyway, he proceeds to talk to Sanji about anything and everything. He feels as relaxed as he did talking to Sanji before the whole Enies Lobby, and it's nice. Usopp gets bolder as the days go by. He starts making little requests about food adjustments like "maybe an extra pepper or two because he loves spicy food" and saying Sanji looks good in his patterned shirts and maybe they should match. And there's no "haha just kidding just a joke" follow up comment because it's not like Sanji can hear him.
Usopp then gets even bolder and whispers very quietly in Sanji's ear that he loves him before dashing out. At the lack of Sanji waking up the next day, him saying "I love you" to Sanji as he leaves becomes routine. No, practice actually. Just in case he ever gets the courage to say it to Sanji's face when he's awake. "Fat chance of that," Usopp tells himself. The love declarations get a little more dramatic or silly or painfully sincere like "I love you more than grilled pike," or "I love you as much as you love getting nosebleeds over nothing," or ""I love you so much sometimes it hurts," and Usopp doesn't really stop.
Then the next day Sanji wakes up. And Usopp visits him. And they talk, Usopp acting completely carefree and Sanji kind of subdued just retelling Chopper's orders. Sanji can be back on his feet in the kitchen tomorrow and Usopp praises him for it. As their conversation comes to a close, Usopp gets ready to leave and Sanji asks him to wait. So it goes:
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Sanji asks, hands folded in his blanket covered lap.
Usopp is reasonably confused. He was pretty sure he hadn't brought anything with him except his sketchbook. Which was tucked under his arm. "Forgot what?"
Sanji looks wounded for a split second before he turns his head away and says, "Nevermind."
"Oh, okay." Usopp wondered if Sanji was going to be like that for a while. He hoped his friend's time asleep didn't leave any negative effects.
So Usopp leaves. And Sanji gets back to work. But Sanji's heart doesn't seem to be in it as much? Even Nami says he seems kind of mopey. Everyone initially blames it on the head injury. Maybe it mellowed him out? The love cook nonsense sort of stopped so isn't that an improvement? Not really. It's Sanji, but it's not Sanji. Nami even lays it on extra thick when it comes to her drink or dessert requests, and she gets him to smile briefly before he's agreeing and walking away with his hands in his pockets. No heart eyes. Not a twirl. Something is very deeply wrong.
There are other crew members who are paying attention to the subtle bids happening during this. Like the long looks Sanji gives Usopp when he's sure no one's looking. Or how with snack requests Usopp's treats look, well, nicer.
Usopp does not notice this. At all!!!!! He thanks Sanji with the same levels of enthusiasm he always has, but his smile falters when Sanji looks at him as if waiting for something. It's then that Sanji tends to retreat to a chore or something that needed to be done in the kitchen. Usopp begins wondering how true the sudden reason for fleeing is, but not enough to say anything. He's still thinking the head injury had some small lasting effect. Couldn't be anything else.
Until they're eating dinner, and Usopp's perfect meal is perfect, but Luffy snags some and makes a face. Luffy claims it's way spicier than what he got. Usopp is confused. Robin asks to taste a bit which he lets her and she agrees that Usopp's plate, which looks like the other men's plates, is spicier in comparison. Luffy whines to Sanji about so it goes:
"How come Usopp's food is so hot?!" Luffy said with ice cubes stuffed in his cheeks.
Sanji looked annoyed at being interrupted during his conversation with Brook. "Because he made a request."
"What? No fair! I want to request more meat on my plate!"
"Request denied," he replied and returned to his conversation which Franky had decided to join.
Usopp was left pondering with his fork ready to deter Luffy's hand from taking another sample off his plate. When had he requested spicier food? He never bothered asking for adjustments to his meals. He liked how Sanji made everything, and usually if there was room for adjustments Sanji would ask him. Not the other way around.
Of course, this is when it hits Usopp that he made that request when Sanji was unconscious. When Sanji was unconscious and shouldn't have heard anything at all he was saying. What else did he hear? WHAT ELSE DID HE HEAR???!?? Usopp being one of the most reasonable members of the crew does the mature thing and runs away to his workshop after finishing his meal. Yes, he finished his food first. No, that had nothing to do with his realization. He just had something he needed to attend to in his shop before it exploded. Yeah, that's his excuse, er, reason! His reason!
He doesn't catch the look on Sanji's face as he leaves going from distraught to frustrated. He puddles over his huge gigantic irreparable mistake in his workshop. Clearly, he needed to apologize to Sanji. He needed to say Sanji had no obligation to be nicer to him while he tried to figure out how to deny Usopp's feelings gently. It all made sense. That's why Sanji was so subdued the last week post recovery. He wanted to let Usopp down gently without jeopardizing their friendship, but he was struggling with what words to use or when to tell him.
He settles for biting the bullet himself. He's used to disappointment. It wasn't fair putting all that pressure on Sanji while he recovered. He'd sweep up some of that bravado, joke off his feelings, and everything would get back to normal. Simple. Yet, putting on that bravado was more difficult than getting up at the ass crack of dawn to catch Sanji alone in the kitchen. It's a small mercy he was too anxious to get any real sleep. He would've missed his window other wise.
Usopp catches Sanji in the kitchen making bread dough, and it's awkward. The dough hits the counter with heavy thuds, and Usopp feels like his heart is about to beat out of his chest to the same rhythm. So he thanks Sanji about his request and then he jokes. He jokes and denies all the things he said unless they were funny, then he makes them funnier. He almost gets to the point of telling Sanji not to worry and that he understands but the beating of the dough stops. All of Usopp's instincts are telling him to run, but his legs will not move. Sanji purposefully moves to stand by Usopp in a way that blocks the exit. So it goes:
"Say it." Sanji's arms are crossed under his chest. His apron is dusted with flour as is the skin above his wrists. Although there wasn't a hair out of place, the stare he leveled on Usopp told the sniper he'd reached his patience quota.
Yet, Usopp still tested the waters because he could be a little stupid. "S-s-say what?"
Sanji's eye narrowed, but he didn't frown. Then he did frown. Then he looked away and his arms dropped to his sides like he'd given up.
A ridiculous thing right? Sanji didn't really give up on anything, and seeing him like that...
"I love you," Usopp said despite the lurch of all his insides feeling like they were going to become outsides. Wow. Horrible anxiety on two hours of sleep was not a great combination.
And Sanji looks at him so fast his bangs reveal his other eye for a split second. He looks hopeful. Like he's lit up, which emboldens Usopp to say it again. Suddenly he's being hugged. Sanji is hugging him very tightly and pressing his face into Usopp's shoulder and saying the endearment back with such sincerity Usopp is sure he's dreaming. But he's not dreaming, because he's crying and hugging Sanji back. And oh yeah, those are the ugly tears and he should really carry his not work handkerchief with him more often.
To everyone's misfortune relief, Sanji is no longer moping. Love Cook mode is back times 100, and a new shift of Usopp also being subjected to the treatment is both extremely embarrassing and endearing for their resident sniper. With the development comes Usopp being shooed out of the kitchen almost as much as he's invited in because "you're too kissable! ill burn the food with you around" being said as often as "how am I supposed to cook without my angel nearby". One of these days Nami is going to toss them both overboard for being too mushy.
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dendenp3 · 3 months ago
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HELLO AND GOOD EVENING.
Since I am unmedicated (again yay) and unable to finesse some IC post, I'm gonna subject you all to my insane ramblings about my baby Usopp.
Brought to you by Nadia encouraging my bs.
Quick TLDR; Usopp is incredibly important to the crew, emotial and tatical support wise, and arguably the sweetest, and I am baffled and flabbergahsted when people call him useless and a coward. It upsets me.
OK SO. I've said this before on my old blog, I'm sure. But I'm restless and fidgety and my ipad is dying so HERE WE ARE.
I cannot, for the life of me, STAND the 'Usopp is useless' hot takes. You are WRONG and you should be ASHAMED.
Now, that doesn't mean I don't understand why his initial immediate jump to running away or suggesting as such would get annoying. It's a bit, and a repetative one, but certainly doesn't qualify him as a useless coward. If he truly was, Luffy would NOT even try to tolerate his ass.
I will argue till my dying breath that Usopp is meant to be SUPPORT. He's not going to have extremely strong physical attacks or anything OVERLY flashy outside of his pop greens. That's not his goddamn job. Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, and Jimbei are more than enough muscle, Franky too.
Usopp's job is, and always been emotional support, and filling in where there is lack. He is the self-preservation of the crew, and his entire job is to make sure these assholes don't get too out of wack and fall apart or run into something too hastily. Not always with logic, but at least with common damn sense a lot of the time.
And there's evidence of this even before he becomes apart of the crew. Since his mom died, he's been lonely, of course. And has had to essentially live his life just trying to make it to the next day, taking care of himself, his village, and justr trying to survive. But that never turned him bitter. He never became cold hearted to people, even when the townsfolk yelled at him and shooed him off. He never hated anyone, harmed anyone, or looked down on them. He's always been gently uplifing and taking care of everyone.
The Usopp Pirates were basically like his siblings. He taught them to be strong and protect themselves and each other. He was Kaya's seemingly only friend, checking in on her, visiting when he knew he wasn't welcome by the staff or the town, telling her stories to make her laugh and feel like she could live another day despite being horridly sick.
(He also repaired the merry, completely self taught mind you, when they had no shipwrght. Mostly on his own. For MONTHS. AND made Nami's climatact, the old and new one! And his own weapons!! AND THESE WEIRD ASS PLANTS HE LEARNED TO BREED HELLO??)
He's arguably JUST as kind as Sanji, if not second place. He's just not physically feeding people. He's giving them his time, his care, his energy. When Robin was on the train, he was one of the FIRST to get to her. And he immedately tried to help her, to get her to understand just how much he believed in Luffy, and how she should too. That she was also deeply loved, even if she couldn't see it.
He recognized she was making the same mistake he was, believing he wasn't worth saving or having around. He regrets his actions directly after the fight with Luffy, and is painfully aware how much he fucked up. But not once does he genuinely speak bad about Luffy once he wasn't upset anymore. He talked Luffy up, said to rely on him and his friends, that they're good people and that Robin is too. He also didn't really badmouth Franky for long, if at all despite being the one to steal the money and spend it, beating him up in the process.
And when it comes to the individual relationships he has, he's so clearly loved and appreciated. He's Nami's best friend, they gossip and joke and have one of the sweetest Male and Female relationships I've seen. And its so natural. They rely on each other, confide in each other, get scared together, stand together, encourage each other. Like hello?? Nami was SO stoked to see Usopp post time-skip!!!
Luffy and Usopp get on like a house on fire, that is undeniable. Their friendship is so unbelievably easy and they just click, partly due to being the same age. The like bugs and robots and adventure, they're goofy and rediculous and get themselves into trouble. It's why Water 7 hits so hard because for the first time, they're ENTIRELY not on the same wavelength. And Usopp was so HURT by that, by Luffy not understanding how important this was. They were teens who are bad at communicating, its not surprising that they fell out so explosively.
Sanji and Usopp seem to have a lot in common, being the more emotionally driven boys who have some interests in more 'feminine' things like cooking and art. Sanji was Usopp's #1 fucking defender pre-timeskip, especially in Water 7/Enies Lobby. He and Chopper (who is like Usopp and Luffy's little brother at this point) constantly wanted to check on Usopp and make sure he was aware of the incoming storm. Beat the fuck out of Franky for his role in the whole mess, even when Usopp didn't hold any grudge much by then.
Zoro and Usopp are slightly more complicated, with Zoro being less outwardly emotional. But that doesn't mean he doesn't care about Usopp or enjoy his company. Zoro was just as goofy as Luffy and Usopp plenty of times, and that's his drinking buddy. During Water 7, he was the harshest, but that's because he knew better than anyone at the time how pirates worked, besides maybe Robin. He knew that while Usopp wasn't wrong in his feelings as a person and friend, his actions in terms of the pirate heirachy was entirely wrong, and no one was taking it seriously. His job is to protect everyone and make sure things run smoothly (i say this loosely) when the captain can't. He knew they weren't ready. And things were starting to get serious. But through it all, he admits to wanting Usopp back just as much as everyone else, that he does care and views him as a friend.
And people say he's not loyal bc he runs away or tells nami to lie. But motherfucker he's trying to make sure EVERYONE LIVES. His job is being the crew's SELF-PRESERVATION. The voice of reason almost!! He's here to make sure we can live to fight another goddamn day without getting out skulls caved in by a raging dinosar lady!!! Maybe let's not go in to the VERY CLEARLY scary ass woods/ship with Actual Genuine Zombies??? Hello??? And ghosts and shit?? Like he's just saying the obvious because he knows Luffy's gonna run in head first ANYWAY and just wants to keep everyone alive!!
And then, emotional shenanigans aside, Usopp's attacks are not meant to be flashy, or have crazy impact. He is a SNIPER. Snipers are tactitions, they stay in the back, at a semi-fixed vantage point to clear out dangerous enemies so that the team can push forward and win. His time in Dresrossa proved that easily! Yeah, the thing with sugar the first time was haha comedic gag, but to calculate from not only thousands of miles at a distance, but at something higher up, and behind a barrier, effectively making him blind until he unlocked his observation haki, is fucking insane!!! But where has he been since?? SMACK in the middle of the fight, where he's least skilled and least able to plan attacks as flashy and cool as that one.
For fuck's sake this man is SUPPORT!!! **SUPPORT**!! He's not useless just because he's nto front line!!! Give this man his goddamn flowers hes a jack of all trades and a master of a few of em!!! And he's so fucking sweet!!!
The weapons, the boat maintanence, the care, the support, the fact that he never fucking misses, AND THE FACT HE STANDS ON BUSINESS NO MATTER HOW TERRIFIED HE IS!!!!
GIVE USOPP HIS GODDAMN FLOWERS HES SO IMPORTANT!!
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drgngutz · 4 months ago
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7 - Coast - Luffy x f!soulmate!reader
Chapter 7
Taglist: @mystic60 , @louisechec , @pinksh1t , @violetmatcha , @urbisexualfriend
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Wham!
Luffy shouted out in frustration after slamming his hands on the table. 
"When is this stupid rain gonna stop!" The pieces of paper he had been tearing up fled from his fists quickly, then settled softly onto the table again. 
I jolted at the noise, dozing after a long night full of nightmares and memories; which was becoming more common as the days progressed. In fact, I had been imagining myself falling from the sky again and about to hit the water, before Luffy's loudness woke me. 
"You alright?" Usopp questioned from behind me. He must've felt the movement, as I had begun to sleepily laze back-to-back on him without noticing. 
"Yeah, sorry." I said shortly, jerking forward when I noticed our position. I cringed at the grating of my throat. Apparently my little nap was not as short as I thought. 
"The rain is making me groggy." I cleared my throat before speaking this time, struggling to avoid the embarrassment. 
"It's all good. It didn't bother me." He shrugged, still focused and fiddling with his newest contraption. 
I eased back into a slouch (carefully, this time). As the conversation between the others progressed, I could feel Usopp's back gradually place against mine again; His initiated movement led to us using each other as a backrest, mutually this time. 
"Hey, Usopp," Luffy sprawled on the table with a pout, "do you have anything we can have fun with?" 
"I've got a firework we could set off, If you'd like. You wanna?" Usopp offered, still tinkering when he produced the small wrapped ball from his pocket. 
"Do I?!" Luffy screeched, and I blinked with heavy eyes. 
"That's not a good idea, guys. For all we know there could be hostile ships nearby." Nami chided, patiently reading her newspaper. Robin was doing the same with her book across the table. 
"Yeah, you've got a point, Nami." Usopp agreed, shuffling the firework back in his pocket. Luffy deflated and pooled onto the table again, despairing. 
Then it was quiet again. A blissful quiet where everybody was doing their own thing again, and my eyelids were drooping. 
"Hey Robin," They snapped back open at Luffy's voice, "What's that book you've been reading this whole time?" 
Robin perked up, astonished that Luffy would be interested in her book. The rest of the crew followed soon after, all frozen in silence, watching him like a hawk. They looked like they were sweating, for some reason. 
I was deeply confused. Sure, he wasn't a literary genius or a scholar, but it was just a book.
"What?" He mumbles, "Is there something wrong?" 
Actually... I don't think I've ever seen him pick up a book, now that I think about it. 
"N-No, it's nothing." The crew responded, diligently going back to their business and not at all sounding suspicious. I was still lost. 
"It's called The Rainbow Mist, and it's an incredibly fascinating read," Robin began explaining, "It's about the adventures that someone had in a part of the sea known for an unusual phenomena." 
He grunted in interest, before sliding the book in front of him. The crew is still sweating as he opens the book and begins to scroll the pages. 
"So, I saw an island." Zoro enters the room, looking relaxed despite the fact that he was soaked from the rain.
"An island?! Yahoo!" Luffy cheered, dropping the book from his hands and charging out the door. Nami and Usopp melt to the floor, and I nearly fall over at the lack of support. Sanji and Chopper were still sweating. Robin looked unfazed.
"Okay, what's wrong with you guys?" Zoro scanned accusingly around the room, when we locked eyes I shrugged innocently. 
"Nothing." Even Sanji had responded with the other three, sighing out the words in exhaustion. I tilted my head, still not sure what was going on.
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"Guys, come get a load of this!" Luffy shouts ahead of us, strolling through the town of the island we had discovered.
"No wanted posters, I hope." Nami peeped, nervous at Luffy's excitement. 
We rushed over, ready for the possibility of somebody's name being plastered with a bounty, but were happily surprised to find something much better. 
"A firework festival! And best of all, it's today!" Usopp exclaimed, and that woke me up. Fireworks? I hadn't seen fireworks in so long. My spirit rose at the idea of watching the show. 
"Cool!" Luffy responded. 
"All right! I haven't seen fireworks in so long!" Nami read my mind, smiling with her hands clasped together. 
"You will tonight," Sanji says, voice like silk to Nami, "And I'll be your escort." 
"Thanks! But, no thanks. I'm going alone!" Sanji melts to the ground in agony as Nami turns him down. 
"I finally get a break from you all!" Then, she turns and sees me, whispering an 'oh, right.' I smile softly, understanding she probably wants to have some alone time after days and days of traveling. 
"I can't even remember the last time I saw fireworks." I spoke, trying to continue the conversation. I didn't want her to pity me and avoid the opportunity to go out by herself. 
"You can come with me if you want to. I'm talking about needing a break from these idiots, not from you." She adds, waving at the others as they stare at her in offense. 
I took a risk to look at my soulmate, the thought of watching the fireworks together had gone through my mind at first; a small part of myself was hopeful that maybe he would be interested enough to partake and do something together. He was talking to a villager, conversing animatedly to the man about 'where the best stalls were for meat on the island.' Of course, he hadn't even thought of me. Looking back at Nami, biting the inside of my cheek, I noticed her staring at me knowingly. 
"Uh, yeah. That would be nice." I attempted to save, nodding at her with a grin to hide my displeasure. 
He could've at least pretended to want to see them with me. 
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It was hours later, now. Nami and I had grabbed Robin from the ship to begin a practical shopping spree after we found the posters. Nami had reminded me that at this point that I was still lacking a wardrobe, and laundry was hard to keep up with on a ship when two people were wearing the same clothes. So, our goal was to find some of my own. And, I can say our mission was pretty successful! T-shirts, long-sleeves, tank tops and crop tops; pants, shorts, underwear, accessories, jackets, hoodies... We had managed to snag a few of each, all thanks to Nami's haggling. We even had enough time to do some shopping for the girls, too; which I was insistent upon, not wanting the time wasted on just me. The both of them bought a few clothes of their own, while Robin specifically bought more books, and Nami bought more quills and ink. We ended our long efforts by stopping at a few food stalls that sold various treats, where I grabbed some for myself (and for a certain captain, against my better judgment) to watch the fireworks with. 
Finally, the sky was dark, and the show was on full display. The entirety of the crew was here. It was surprising, since Nami seemed so adamant about going somewhere alone. I was standing off to the edge of the group, holding my bag and mesmerized by the bright colors that burst from each tiny swirling spec. 
I was so mesmerized, in fact, that I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings. A larger body, shouting and urgent, had managed to force his way forward and into my side. Effectively, he shoved me behind and into the crowd behind the crew. He whooped and hollered into the sky, jumping up and down and pumping his fist like a maniac. 
Must have been a big fan. 
Trying to peek over his shoulders politely wasn't working, obviously. So next was politely asking him to move. Also no. He didn't even hear me. 
Sighing, I began to shift closer, hoping to politely squeeze by the guy. This time, he nearly broke my nose with a swing of his elbow in his distractions. 
Ready to sulk and give up, I slouched in my spot. I could barely see the edges of each sparkling streak in the night sky, and I wondered if maybe it would be better to sneak back to the ship to watch the fireworks there instead. I was already separated from the crew as it was. 
Something slipped between the people in front of me, stretching to wrap itself around my wrist. At first it was gentle, coming to a curl around the limb like a ribbon, but then it went taught and tight. The rope-like limb bloomed warmth across the skin; instinctively I knew what, or who, it was. 
He tugged hard; Essentially dragging my entire body weight into the guy who had bodied his way in front of me, giving no other choice but to send him sprawling into the crowd. He fell on top of a few others, dazed, as they panicked to haul him upright to not be crushed. 
I continued to let the reel pull me back and up to the front row, stumbling between Chopper and Zoro, only to be placed behind the wooden rail and in front of my soulmate. I was reminded of the fishing incident, for a moment, tingles down my back from every spot his chest touched. 
"Man, that guy was an ass. Is that better? Can you see now?" He peered down at me, trapped between his fists that were each holding multiple bundles of meat. The movement only further pushes his warmth against me, and I grab at the railing in front of us in a vice, suddenly feeling nervous about the contact. 
"You said you didn't remember the last time you saw these, right? Now you can see them!" He continued after my lack of response, not seeming bothered about it. 
Another second passes of me staring in silence, bright red and unsure of what to do with myself; he had actually remembered what I said earlier. Even though it seemed that he hadn't been paying attention, I mean, he didn't even look at me earlier. But still, he remembered. The fireworks exploded in front of us, only a momentary distraction. 
The smell of chicken wafted into my senses, eyes focusing on the hunk of meat still stuck on the bone, inches away from my nose and being offered by my soulmate. 
"Have some of this, it's good!" He muffled out, cheeks full like a hamster as he chewed his snack. I blushed brighter, if possible, back once again to the food stage. 
So far, the one thing I had known for sure about Luffy was that he was incessant with food. Observing it at every meal and on every trip we had gone so far, food was a big priority for him; that, and the fact that he had a huge stomach. The crew had all insisted that it was why they looked so surprised the night he offered me his food by the campfire, since he hasn't ever done it for anyone before. I didn't believe them entirely, until I realized how he would steal from everyone else's plates and snap at those who tried to fight back. Well, he stole off everyone else's plates besides mine. It also explains why he was always so excited whenever I offered my own food to him. To summarize; If he was so obsessed with food, and he offered it to me, that could mean... 
I shook my head to clear my thoughts, taking a quick bite before examining the taste. Well, it was good. 
I nodded my head up at him in agreement with his previous statement. The meat is removed from in front of me, and I feel his chest roll with laughter. Still gripping the rail, I tilt my head to distract my nerves with the light show in front of us. The colors light the sky like stars, all of them different hues and sizes. They sparkled like multi-colored diamonds along the waters of the sea. 
Pleasantly, my distraction was working. The pretty sight in front of us had me feeling relatively comfortable through enduring the tight space and his random offerings of food. 
"Woah, that one was cool! Did you see it?" I nod happily, though a bit shakily, keeping my eyes on the sights in front of me. I do, however, catch the sight of a bone being tossed over the railing. Trailing it with my eyes as it falls into the mob beneath us, I hear a few people shout and complain at the object.
In only a minute or two, the bones are quickly picked, cleaned and finished; abandoned over the edge, to the misfortune of the masses below. Then, his hands are empty. They itched the air at his sides, trying to reach his waist for something that wasn't there. He slouched in the absence of anything, probably hunting for more meat but having already eaten it all. 
The bag full of goodies in my hand began to weigh heavily, reminding me of the reason I had bought it in the first place. I trade it between my hands, jostling it gently as I wrack my brain with a way to give some to him without sounding overly awkward. Finally, I agonizingly turned myself sideways to look at him better, and gathered my courage in my chest. 
Taking a deep breath, my heart raced as his eyes lit up with each blast of light. 
"Luffy?" It was more timid than I would have liked, but I didn't have time to regret it as his head turned and he blinked curiously at me. Leaning down to hear better over each pop of a firework as it was set off, with how close he was leaning I could see the crumbs on his face. 
"Yeah, what's the matter?" He looked serious, and the pitch-blackness of his iris had me speechless. I took a deep breath.
"Well, um," My voice shook, "I got us some snacks for the show... Earlier, with Nami. They're for us, I mean– Do you want some?" 
The word vomit was strong, and I busied myself with digging through the bags with shaky hands to avoid his eyes. Swiftly, I whip out a few of the meat skewers that the girls and I had bought at the snack-stalls. His smile was brighter than the lights ahead of us. 
"Wait, really?!" He shouts, practically drooling, "You got this for us?"
"Mhm." I hum with a shy nod, feeling my chest beat quickly at how happy he was. 
"Um, these ones are beef, I think. And, I got a few bags of candy that are supposed to be fruit flavored." I offered the sticks out to him gently, and his fingers snagged against mine when he grabbed them. Half of one of the sticks is gone with one chomp, which he swallows soon after. 
"It's delicious!" He beams, quickly gobbling up the rest. I feel my lips twitch. 
"I'm glad." I say softly, lips curling upwards in a small smile. 
He stops completely. Stops chewing, swallowing the last of the meat down his throat harshly. For a moment I worried that he was choking, confused as to why he had done that so suddenly, but he just kept staring. He looks almost awestruck the more the seconds ticked by.
"You smiled." He finally says, a grin of his own growing on his cheeks. 
My brain stops short, and I freeze, too. 
"Oh." I utter, blinking at him like an owl. I did smile, didn't I? 
That might be the first time that I've ever smiled at him. 
"That's the first time you've smiled at me!" It seemed like everyone was reading my mind today, since he took the words straight from my thoughts. The confirmation sounded so giddy coming from his lips. 
And it was. Luffy was extremely giddy. He was ready to bounce off the walls with excitement at this newest development. It felt like the whole time that she'd stayed with them she hadn't smiled at him at all, not a single time; and that was weird. He knew it was weird because it would make his gut uncomfortable in his stomach, which would make him less hungry, and that was weird. Every time she wasn't grinning during their conversations he would feel like that, and he wasn't sure what to do about it. So, he stayed distant for a while after Sanji suggested it and told him that you were 'probably just having a hard time adjusting,' which only confused him more. You were soulmates, so why were you so uncomfortable still? 
Now, after seeing that teensy, tiny display of affection; he was certain that this feeling in his stomach felt good. Combined with the way your eyes were practically sparkling with the fireworks, which he couldn't help but stare at for a minute, he had never felt anything like this before. It was similar to the curl of his stomach that came with the thrill of a new adventure, but it was so different. It made him want to laugh. 
And he did. His laughter must've been contagious, since pretty soon you're caught up in the moment and back to smiling again. A bigger one, a brighter one than before; one that reaches your eyes, he thinks. His stomach flips. 
Your smile is pretty. He wants to see it all the time, now. 
We're staring at each other, all teeth for the moment. It's funny, it feels like the air is buzzing around us. Then, it dissolves. An interruption as the fireworks begin to sound like they have accelerated in pace. 
Snapped out of our trace, we turn to look at what I assume is the finale of the display. The colors dash and dance around each other, finishing the show with a last few gorgeous arrays. 
As soon as the last explosion echoes across the water, there's a high pitched whistle from behind. Everyone turns to look backwards, a miniature streak of light swishing through the air at the peak of the mountain.
Crack!
The tiny firework goes out with a small flash, nothing impressive or spectacular. But, it's cute. 
"Why was that one so crappy?" Nami asks. Everyone around is bewildered, questioning the source of the firework as well as its unimpressive release. Luffy pokes at my waist, and I jump as he giggles, shuffling around to get away from the feeling. Afterwards, I realize he's successfully corralled me so that I'm now in a position to see where the smaller light went off. 
He tugs on my sleeve, pointing at the bag. I give him another couple of skewers, before splitting open a bag of candies for myself. Soon, he's begging for some of those, too. 
Before anyone can say anything else, an enormous light speeds through the sky with a shrill scream. It rose higher and faster into the sky than any other firework seen in the spectacle so far. Everyone seemed to hold bated breath as the light hovered for a moment, waiting for--
KABOOM!
The fireworks explodes. The sound echoes off of the ocean, and then back into our ears. A small burst that holds itself together for an instant, before massing into an enormous swell of streaming light. Massive orbs crest down like comets in space, sparkling tails trailing and fizzing to nothing; glittering with the flecks of white sparks left behind, only to be replaced with a new shining stream soon after. It felt as if the sight lasted a full ten seconds, everyone sitting in stunned amazement at the power of such a firework. 
I was awestruck, breath stuck in my throat as the lights seemed never ending. Never before had I ever seen something so amazing in my life. 
The final lights eventually faded into the dark blue night. There was a beat of a moment, the crowd staying fixated on that spot; and then everyone erupted into cheers. I cheered with them, feeling Luffy jumping around behind me, too. 
"That was amazing!" I squealed, smiling wide. Luffy leaned down to me again, and I turned to look at him.
"Hell yeah it was!" His smile matched mine, gleaming brightly even in the absence of the fireworks. I felt heat rush to my cheeks. 
For the first time since your destined meeting, looking at each other felt right, for the both of you. 
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pampushky · 4 months ago
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Creature (Both Haunted & Holy)
Vinsmoke Sanji/Reader - Chapter 20 - 9.4k
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There are a few things that insight rage in Sanji, and he discovers a new one. Nami and yourself talk, as your cycle turns your brain to fog.
oh yeah there's consensual thigh riding too
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Sanji charges straight into the undergrowth without a single thought of himself. He feels thorns pulling at his clothes and hears how the fabric protests, and eventually breaks. But something is deeply wrong because he can’t feel you anymore. It’s odd– he can’t quite explain it, besides just knowing , as if he had always been able to do this. 
It’s a dull throb, like an old bruise that’s turned yellow around the edges, not quite done healing yet. Your scent washes over him, as he sprints towards the last traces of that throb, hoping it doesn’t fade. 
Yet it does when he stumbles across your sunglasses. An item that hadn’t left your head since Zoro had gotten them for you, now shattered in the grass, with a medicinal scent coating the air. And for the first time since his departure from the Baratie, Sanji feels rage.
The poets and muses may sing and speak of the rage once felt by old heroes, raving about the power of their emotions during such a time, clinging to the corpses of lost loves. But they have never felt it as he had. Because he has no idea where you are, and whoever or whatever has hurt you destroyed one of your few treasured items. And the last thing he knew you felt was fear. 
Sanji was willing to burn down the entire world if it meant you would be safe at the end of it.
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Dizzy. That was one way to describe how you felt. The world swam around you, as you swung back and forth from the branch of a tree, blinking away the last few wisps of unconsciousness. The medicinal scent nearly gags you, and as you try to gage your surroundings. 
You shudder, trying to wiggle your way out of what binds you. Whatever holds your arms behind your back, and wraps your legs tightly doesn’t budge. It’s cold, and it’s near impossible to move. Carefully, you try to bend at your waist, managing to lift yourself slightly so you can look at your legs. You squint at the light, wishing you had your sunglasses. 
“Stop moving, selkie.” 
Whatever binds your hands makes you straighten out, expanding over your back, and forces your chin to tilt downwards, looking him straight in the eyes, stands the same man from before, scowling at you. Yet the first thing out of your mouth, despite your situation, is—
“Why’s your hair fucking look like that?”
You hear Zoro snort and Nami groan, and as you sway and rotate from your branch, you see Vivi, Zoro, and Nami standing on a… cake. There are two giants bound with the same material as you, and what the cake seems to be made of. 
“Damn, they got you too?” Zoro has laughter in his voice. 
“They broke my sunglasses,” You squint at them, head aching from the light, and now hanging upside down. “Wait, Vivi, how long have I been gone?”
“Enough chatter!” the man snaps, and flicks his wrist. The material turns warm and crawls up your body. It makes you freeze, and you feel it climb up your hips, over your stomach, the man smirking up at you as it settles around your mouth, ridges sinking around your lips so that you can’t ignore it. You’ve been muzzled, pinching your lips shut, and you wriggle violently against the restraint, looking at Nami in panic. 
The navigator looks similarly panicked. 
“Wait— don’t do that! She— she’ll stop!”
“I don’t trust that,” the man growls, and you feel how the warm wax shifts over your head now, anchoring it around your neck. You want to scream, but you can’t, and you feel yourself start to shake, forcefully reminded of— of— 
“You bitch!” 
Arlong tosses you to the other side of the bed, holding the side of his neck. You back yourself against the wall, baring your teeth at him, mouth stained red with his blood as you growl. As he had tried to pin you down to slip himself inside you, you had taken the chance to sink your teeth deep into his neck, biting a chunk from his flesh. 
“I’ll show you!” Arlong grabs you by your throat, dragging you across the floor, and through the door. He stomps down the stairs, and then tosses you into the common room, uncaring that you are bare to his crew’s eyes. 
They have seen you like this and worse, when he decides to have his way with you in the middle of the day, when the sun is at his highest. But now, he is furious and snaps at them to hold you down as he leaves. Chew and Kurobi do so quickly, pinning you to the floor, with your head locked in Kurobi’s arm while Chew barks at Hatchan to hold your arms back. You writhe, unable to get free, hating how they touch you. Arlong returns soon after, holding something that jingles slightly, before he forces it on your face. 
“Teach you to fucking bite me again,” He makes sure it buckles behind your neck and tightens it so it hurts, the two straps that go up past your nose making you cry out. Or, try to. It doesn’t allow you to open your mouth and hardly allows breath to pass through your nose. 
You panic and thrash, but are held still. Hatchan looks away, eyes shut tight, while Kurobi and Chew make sure your arms don’t move, and that your gaze is only on Arlong as he bullies his way into your entrance, sighing in relief as he does so. “Fuckin’ perfect, this cunt is, so fucking tight… going to ruin you for any other man.”
Tears fall and stain the leather, as you tremble, but you can do nothing but close your eyes and hope that it will end soon. 
Nami finds you curled into a ball in the common room , unable to properly sob as you try to pry the muzzle from your face, still sticky with Arlong’s spend leaking from your core, mixing with your blood from his merciless treatment, and too weak to even try to hide yourself as she helps you up and guides you to the only bathroom you’re allowed to use. She helps take the muzzle off and doesn't make you talk about anything that happened. 
The muzzle has a lock the next time Arlong uses it. 
He laughs and says that it’s better because he doesn’t have to hear you cry so long as you wear it and that only he will decide when that ends.
Nami screams when you go completely catatonic, and then shouts until she goes hoarse because the wax slowly envelopes you until you’re completely cocooned, only your head uncovered, aside from the muzzle, eyes glazed over, still stuck in your mind. 
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Sanji stumbles upon a hut as he runs around the island searching for you, following the medicinal scent in the air until he finds it. It’s made of wax and is cool to the touch when he runs his hand over it, grimacing when he’s able to open the door. It’s sticky, and the warmth of his hand leaves an indent on the door knob. 
It’s a plain room, nearly asylum-like with sterile walls and rounded furniture lazily planted around the hut. A transponder snail sits in the center of the table and only lazily blinks at him before it goes to sleep, uncaring of his entrance. 
Besides the fact that the hut stands out like a sore thumb in the middle of the jungle, Sanji knows deep in his gut that you’ve been here. Something in the way his head throbs confirms it for him. 
He lets himself come off as calm and collected when the snail starts to purr and ring. He masks his voice and answers it, listening to the man on the other end of the line, feeling his stomach churn with rage when he hears Mr. Zero ask if they’ve captured the selkie yet. 
Sanji lies through his teeth, assuring him that you’re incapacitated, promises that the Straw Hats are no more, and then after he hangs up, stands there in rage. He pulls at his tie, letting out a low, angry breath, just as the promised delivery of an eternal pose to Arabasta is dropped into his hand. The Unluckies, whatever they are meant to be, don’t stand a chance when they go to attack him. Sanji will not risk you being put in any further danger and follows the scent of something burning and melting wax deeper into the forest. 
The hair on the back of his neck rises when he sees you, swinging back and forth from a high branch, hair hanging in loose chunks around your hat. It makes you look like some form of a terrifying moth, half-formed from its chrysalis. Your eyes look empty, as he stands under you, not in the present moment. 
“Oh, what have they done to you?” Sanji murmurs, taking a few steps back to measure how far he will have to jump to catch you. 
In the clearing, is a giant cake made of what he can only assume is the same wax the hut was built from, and now suspends your form in the air. You let out a low growl, swaying slightly, just as Sanji watches Karoo and Usopp burst from the treeline across from him. He takes this as his chance to leap, swinging his foot down on the branch that holds you, and catching you before you can hit the ground. You jolt a bit as you move in his arms, startled gaze settling on Sanji. You let out a muffled groan, and Sanji sets you down and attempts to pull the muzzle from your face. It gives a bit, warming under his touch until you can breathe through your mouth again, letting out a shuddering sob. 
Something in the clearing crashes, and Sanji looks back just in time to see the wax cake in flames, with Nami, Vivi, and Zoro rushing over to where Sanji is prying wax from your body.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Nami screams and starts to help. You’ve gone limp, yet as your crewmates help you, you can’t help but feel cold. 
“Looking for you,” Sanji winces and pulls his hands away, looking at the frost that melts from his palm. “Hey— wait a second—” 
The air grows cold, and your breathing gets more and more ragged. You thrash a bit, frost coating the ground near you as Nami and Sanji back up. Only Zoro stays by your side, kneeling and gripping your shoulders. 
“Seal. You gotta get this in control,” He doesn't even wince when the tips of his fingers start to lose their color, only holding you tighter. “I’m not leaving you like this, idiot.”
That seems to do the trick, the frost no longer growing in a radius around you, though it steams from the contrast of the heat on the tropical island. You thrash again, gaze on Zoro, and the wax shatters as though it’s nothing, and wasn’t as hard as steel just a few minutes before, just as Luffy comes sprinting over to you, partially singed, but tackles you all in a hug, apologizing fervently for not being able to break whatever control the little girl had put him under. You only let out a rumble, enveloped in the scent of your pod, and slip away.
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You come to consciousness in Sanji’s arms. Parts of you are still covered in a thin wax film and your body aches. You are aware, however, that the muzzle forced on you is now gone. The clamps that had kept your mouth shut had left deep bruises on your face though, and you let out a small whimper when you’re jostled a bit as he steps over a large root. 
Regret’s pungent scent practically streams off of Sanji in droves the moment the whimper leaves your mouth, and he pulls you a bit closer, whispering an apology to you, with one of his hands shifting to cradle the back of your head, shading your eyes from the sun by keeping your face against his chest. Your sunglasses are long gone, lost as you tried to hunt down Mr. 3, the spectacles cracked under his foot as he stared down at you.  
“I’ve got you,” Sanji keeps you close, holding him tightly, and you feel something like devotion thrum through your mind, and you know it’s his, “I’m not going to let you go, never again.”
You whine, and he looks down at you, gaze softening as your lower lip trembles. “ You came …”
“Of course I did,” He lets his forehead touch yours, and something burning hot fills your mind, and sinks to your stomach, making you warble as you press your face into his, eyes squeezed shut as you start to sniffle. Why did he have to be so kind, why did he have to be so loving, what did you do to deserve him? “ You called .”
Despite all the pain you’re feeling, the deep ache as your cycle sets in when you are held in his arms. Your hindbrain coos for you to present to him, to let him care for you as you need. It makes you whine, and he lays his cheek against your forehead. 
“You’re feverish, are you sick?” The smell of his worry, the sweet smell of a citrusy herbal cigarette that makes you croon, feeling safe in his arms. You’re somewhere on the ship now, letting the scent of your pod wash over you.
“M’cycle,” you slur out, warbling when he moves his cheek away, chasing his touch. “It hurts, Ji.”
“I’m here, don’t you fret,” He lets you tuck your face into his neck, rumbling from deep in his chest. Pod. Safe. “I’ll take care of you, I’ve got you, you’re safe.”
Sanji lets you slip into unconsciousness again, continuing to rumble, vowing to keep watch over you until you awaken, so you can finally talk. He holds you close, lets your smell wrap around his head until he feels as though he’s drunk off of you, laying you in his hammock in the boy’s dorms so he can keep a better watch over you, the same part of his brain that always seemed to know when you needed him, helping him find you no matter what coos happily, as you snuggle into his pillow, whimpering as your cycle settles in, falling into a very deep sleep. 
He ties your hair back and out of your face, whispers a promise to return soon, and goes back on the main deck to meet Brogy and Dorry, who help them cast off, sending them flying across the ocean. 
When he returns to you, he gently shakes you awake and laughs at how you let out a protesting rumble, looking at him with a sense of betrayal. 
“C’mon, Ott, we gotta get you cleaned off. You’re covered in wax.” Your brow furrows as you sleepily look up at him, deep in the fog of your cycle, and shake your head at him, pressing deeper into the hammock.
“What do you mean, no? Darling—” He stops, immediately, catching himself, but you purr, loud and happily at his pet name. He can smell your happiness wafting off of you, too. “—c’mon, let’s get you up.” 
Somehow, he manages to get you out of his hammock, and carefully makes his way above deck with you in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom. You groan at the sunlight, and hide your face in his neck, mumbling something into his skin. And Sanji goes beat red from how your lips feel, brushing against his neck. The crew has to do their best not to tease the poor man, with Nami hiding a smile behind her hand and following to help you bathe. 
You, however, are in shock, when the ginger enters, watching her with wide eyes as she connects the dots. Her smile falters and when she moves to leave, you let out a loud, unhappy warble. Nami stops, and turns back to you, approaching carefully, and helps Sanji lay you in the tub. 
“Y’don’t hate me?”
“Wha— no — we can talk about this when you’re not in your cycle—”
Sanji excuses himself after that point, grabbing one of his hoodies and a pair of his boxers for you to wear— the last thing he wants to do is rifle through your drawers to look for underwear— and leaves them outside the bathroom door after knocking once. Just as he turns to leave, he gets pulled back in by his arm, with Nami hissing at him.
“You’re helping with this when I’m done, I can’t move her on my own–”
“S’because I got blubber now, ” You say glumly, fully submerged in the tub, only your head peeking out of the water, “Wish I was skinny, like Vivi. I think Sanji would like me, then.”
Oh, you are incredibly out of it. Nami looks at him pointedly, and he only nods, not saying anything, and continuing to stay out of your view. 
“Blubber is good, I thought,” Nami turns you around so your back is to the door, and Sanji. “You need blubber to be healthy. And you have muscle, now.”
“But it’s not pretty, ” You mumble, “Is that why you like Vivi more, now?”
“I… don’t like Vivi more than you, I just… like her in a different way than you.” Nami bites her lip as she pours some of the water over your head. 
“Oh.” Your voice sounds small, “I still don’t trust her. She tried to kill you.”
“.....Yeah, she did.”
“She tried to kill our pod,” You sink lower and blow bubbles into the water of the tub with your nose, whining when she gently pulls your head back up. “....what if she tries to kill you all again? What if there’s more of that drug– I don’t want you to get hurt .”
“I can take it,” Nami sighs and massages a shampoo into your hair after soaking it, “I don’t need you to protect me, I’m…. we’re, not at Arlong’s mercy anymore.”
Sanji feels like he really shouldn’t be here for this. 
“But I want to,” You sound so distressed at the thought of not doing that, “I love you, Nami.” 
“And I love you too!” Nami freezes with her hands in your hair, “I– I didn’t mean those things I said. I just don’t like the idea of you… not letting yourself heal, and holding onto something.”
“Says you,” you snort, purring when she continues to massage your scalp. “I wish you’d let me help you more. I know you need to heal too.”
“But you’ve gone through so much, the last thing you need is to hear my–”
“And you did too,” You go silent as she rinses out your hair, looking at the bits of wax that float on top of the water. “Please, Nami. I want to help.” 
The conversation dies after that, from a mixture of Nami not wanting to talk, and your lucidity slipping away with every gentle scrub against your head, chasing after her touch with quiet warbles. It’s at this point that both Sanji and Nami leave, letting you clean the rest of your body. 
Sanji isn’t quite sure what to do with himself, so he walks to the galley, followed closely by Nami, who watches his every move as he starts to dice up various ingredients for a soup. Your pelt is tossed over one of the stools on the island, and it causes the back of his mind to itch. It should be better-taken care of, it’s precious to you, something that keeps you warm!
But he pushes that down. He will not touch it without your express permission. Even if it feels wrong to let it lay like that. 
“Mind explaining what’s happening between you two?” Nami narrows her eyes as he starts to chop up carrots, and then onions, after coating the cutting board in lime juice.
“I’d like to court her,” Sanji whispers, “I think I’m in love with her.”
“You think that about every woman!” Nami hisses but looks at how Sanji grimaces to himself as he continues to work at food preparation.
“I don’t,” Sanji looks at Nami, a bit hurt, “I flirt, it’s how I get to know people, however unhealthy it might be— I want to be by her side— is that so bad?”
“Probably not,” Nami massages her temples, “I— I can’t do this right now, does she even have her nest built?”
Sanji thinks of how you had rearranged the quilt and pillows in his hammock and starts to chop onions faster.
“Sort of…..”
“Where?”
“…”
“ Where, Sanji?”
“In… the boys' dorms.”
“ What? ”
Nami slams her hands down on the counter, startling him. He brushes the diced onions into a waiting jar and wipes off his hands. And Nami’s stare hasn’t even wavered, that entire time.
“I panicked! I didn’t know where else to take her! So I put her in my hammock— it was like part of my brain was telling me to! That she’d be safest there!” He doesn’t add that it was because that territorial part of him wanted her there. After all, you’d be with him. 
“ Oh my seas, ” Nami runs her hands down her face, “ You two have been courting this entire time and didn’t notice it. Oh, my fucking seas.”
“I didn’t mean to!” Sanji paces to the other side of the counter, and stares at your pelt guiltily, hesitating even to touch it. But it feels right to, as he holds it in his hands, breathing in your scent, “I don’t want to force her to do anything!”
“You’re not,” Nami sighs while watching how he fiddles with his hands, putting the pelt down onto the counter again after folding it neatly, and looking at her anxiously. “You two just didn’t realize you were doing it."
Confusion is perfectly etched on the cook’s face. 
“Uh. I’ve stolen a few books on Selkenfolk, mainly to help stop her from getting pregnant, and to smuggle her stuff when she was held prisoner,” Nami holds her hands in front of her face, contemplating her next words “…. That spark you felt. That’s the bond, and I didn’t really think it was that, until this,” she gestures to him and the pelt folded so carefully by his hands, “It’s, uh, like sharing how you feel. Communicating. It’s only born through a really, really intense mutual love for each other.”
“It’s…. Ugh, have you ever read or seen those cheesy snail shows? Like, with soulmates?” Nami raises an eyebrow, “They’re based on Selkenfolk courtship and mating rituals. Because that bond is something beyond science. Like, the devil fruits. No one knows how they work exactly, but the fact that you have one, after such a short time,” Nami shakes her head in disbelief, leaning against the wall thoughtfully, “It’s fucking next to impossible.”
The galley is left in silence, as Nami starts to walk towards the bathroom to check on you. “If I bring her to your room…. Can you promise me she’ll be safe there?”
“With my life.” Sanji watches as she nods, and then leaves the room, taking your pelt with her. She delivers the news that Luffy, Usopp, and Zoro will be sharing the girl’s dorm while you spend your cycle in their dorm, to give you privacy. Sanji doesn’t know how they react, but their blankets and pillows are missing when he enters, climbing into his hammock. You look back up at him, drowsy, yet pleased to see him. 
“Waited,” you rumble out to him, pulling the blanket over yourself and him as he climbs in, settling on his chest. You’re wearing his hoodie, with your pelt snuggled against you like a plush. “M’pod… sleep.”
Sanji nearly dies right then and there as you fall asleep in his arms, the bond tingling with bliss as you do. 
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You open your eyes to the sound of waves crashing on a beach. The pebbles under your feet are cool, and pieces of sea glass make you chirp happily as you go down to your knees to examine everything. It’s like the beach from your home isles, and you even see bullwhip kelp being set out to dry on long, thin racks, just like the ones that had been under your house.
The tinkling of sea-glass wind chimes fills your ears, and as you look more inland, you can see your little village. Dozens of short houses, some with woven roofs of kelp and others with traditional grass roofs, a few goats even grazing on the house you recognize as one of your aunt’s houses. The laughter of pups, and the loud clanging of boats coming in to harbor— it’s all so… so… familiar. So comforting, 
If you closed your eyes, you could almost imagine your momma’s voice calling out to you and your siblings, telling you to come in for dinner, while your mam would hoist you over her shoulders, making you giggle as she blew raspberries against your cheek, dark eyes flashing just like yours when the light caught them. 
“Oh, little one…. you’ve been so far from me,”
You turn on your heel, nearly slipping on the slick rocks as you look at the source of the voice.
Before you stands your mother, Sion. Or at least, something like your mother. She has the same scent, of sweet gin and sage, and her hair even falls the same. Yet she isn’t quite right. It’s in her tone and the way she looks at you. 
You close your eyes, and suddenly you see your grandmother, Sion’s mother, Anweth. You had known her more than Coth, and you breathe heavily, hands forming a fist in the smooth pebbles of the beach. 
“No fear, child. I am your Mother. The first Mother, really.”
Her tone lacks the lilt it once had, the fondness and joy she had spoken for you, as she gave you sweets and kissed your cheeks as a baby. She sits in front of you, criss-cross and smiling at you so lovingly. 
“You… know me?”
“Of course I do,” She tilts her head, laughing a bit. You blink, and she changes again, now Feann, with short-cropped hair and a mischievous smile. “You’ve been brave, braver than any of my children should be.”
“So… you know what happened,” You bring your legs inwards, and hold them awkwardly. 
“Yes,” her expression saddens. “I’m so sorry, little one. I couldn’t save you from him.”
“How… do you know that?” You scoot backward a bit. “You’re not my Mam. Or Momma, or Gran.”
“I’m the Sea Mother, pup,” And she reaches out so easily, and flicks your nose, laughing as you squeak. “I’m every selkie’s mother.”
“You are her!” your eyes widen, “You’re— oh my god did I do something sacrilegious? ”
“No– why would that be your first thought? That’s so concerning, pup— moving on, but I’m here to tell you to move on,” She gestures around her, and you feel your heart sink. She’s changed nearly a dozen times now, into the dozens of selkenfolk you knew from your old pod. “You have a pod, and someone who loves you dearly.”
“Do I?” You look down and play with some of the pebbles. “I don’t— what if he doesn’t really?”
“I promise you, he does,” She presses her lips against your forehead, and turns into a vaguely familiar selkie, with long white hair and the same dark eyes as you. “You must let him help you, though, my pup.”
“Will he…. Want me? As I am?”
“He wants you as you are, even now, and will continue to until death separates you,” She laughs, and it sounds melodic. “The bond is strong, and he is devoted. You are matched, as evenly as possible. Perfectly balanced.”
You bite your lower lip and nod, looking at her. “Will I remember this?”
“I’m afraid not, little one. When you wake up, this will be but a drop in the ocean.”
“Oh.”
“You must be brave though, braver still than you already have been,” she takes your hands in her own, smiling at you. “Your true cycle will start when you wake up. I will wait until you are ready."
“....Will I be okay?” You ask in a small voice. 
“Only you are in control of that.” She sighs but smiles. “I am inclined, however, to say yes.”
The Sea Mother lets you sit on the pebbled shore, watching the waves, for what feels like hours, until you feel ready to truly bid farewell to your village. Her shape doesn’t change again, and she stays as the white-haired selkie for the rest of your vision, her presence warm and comforting as she sits beside you. 
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By the time you wake up, you’re feverish. Sanji puts the back of his hand against your forehead and you whimper, shaking a bit. At the back of his mind, he feels something churning. Deep and desperate, eating at his heart, fogging his better judgment—- it’s a want for pleasure. Want for something more, something intimate, no, it’s a need.  
He looks down at you, suddenly hyper-aware of how you shudder at his every touch, trilling weakly when one of his hands brushes against your face, or how you croon for him to go further when his hands rub down your back. 
Nami’s explanation from your first cycle swims in his head. It’s a period of time when selkies are most fertile— when they’re fully grown, of course. It's like… ovulation but on steroids. It can get painful if it’s not properly… uh, treated. But she’s never had a real cycle before, so we should be okay for a year or two. For a real one. He pales, when you let out a small moan, twitching when he adjusts his leg, which is between both of yours. This is much faster than Nami initially thought, and it scares Sanji when he realizes that could be partially his fault.
“Need,” you whine, still not lifting your head for Sanji’s chest, and he keeps one of his hands on your back as you pant. “Please, Ji, it hurts so much…”
“You’re not in your right mind, I’m not going to do that to you,” Sanji hates that you sound so distraught after he says that, whimpering against him as you sluggishly try to move against his thigh. That same, territorial part of his brain makes a little growl and you let out another whimper, stopping, though he hates how your eyes water with unshed tears as you look up at him, not moving against his leg, though he can feel how you squirm, whimpering as you cramp.
You let out another pitiful keen, high-pitched, and desperate against his chest and he rumbles, hoping that it’ll calm some of your nerves, holding your hips when you make a move against his thigh again, a pitiful little moan slipping out of your throat when you manage to push down on him once before he forcefully stills you, growling again when he submits to the primal side of his mind that seems to be helping out most here. This time, you look at him with wide eyes but don’t try it again. 
“I’m sorry, but I can’t help you that way,” Sanji rubs your back as you let out a sad cry into his chest, “It wouldn't be right— you’re not— you’re not sober, I can’t— this isn’t how I want to do this—”
You let out another whine, curling into his chest when another cramp racks your body, and in that same primal, territorial part of his mind, he can feel your pain, seeping through into his own body somehow, as well as how it nags at him to let you continue, insisting that it knows what to do, and what is best. But he battles it. Because Sanji, ultimately, is human and does not have to bow to the instincts of a cycle. He does not, and even if he were to be mated to you, would not be able to feel what it is truly like to enter one. He will never understand the ache, laced with instinct and desperation, that you currently feel fogging your logical capabilities. It only seems natural, to want to spend this time with Sanji, as the man you are attracted to and have fallen for, with his gentle nature and kind words for you. 
To spend a cycle with him was logical. He was kind, and protective, and made you feel safe. His scent was comforting, and his touch was soft, never harsh or tight, against you. There was even the bonus of the sweet bond that had formed, through your accidentally-encouraged courtship. 
So why didn’t he want you to present?  
It made you whine, your poor, cycle-addled brain confused and afraid at the idea of rejection. Because this is what was natural. A potential mate who made you feel safe, who had welcomed you into his pod happily, and now held you in his own nest, caring for you, and dressing you in his clothes, scenting you as best any human could, while never wearing your pelt for himself. This was courtship!
Were you missing something here? Had you massively miss-read that conversation on Little Garden? The scent of his affection, the regret, everything that he had done as he took you to the ship. 
You came…?
Of course I did, you called. 
Your head aches, and your heart cries out to its other half, not knowing that he can feel that cry deep in his soul. 
So Sanji holds you, rubs your back, and apologizes when you beg him to help. He gives you a tea that puts you to sleep and makes sure you’re always wrapped up in a blanket. This continues for the next three days, a repetition of him occasionally leaving to perform his duties as a cook, coming back to you warbling out for him quietly, confused as to why he’s left, and why he won’t help you as you need him to. 
He comes to live with that guilt. Because he cannot do that to you. So when it’s his turn to take the night’s watch, he takes it, giving you tea to help you sleep through the night, and distracts himself from all of the intrusive thoughts in his head in the crow's nest. 
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It’s around 9:00 when you wake up somewhat lucid. Enough so that you manage to stumble out of the hammock, feeling disappointed that Sanji isn’t there with you, even if you’re conflicted as to whether you should even feel relieved he opted to spend your cycle with you. The logical and instinctual sides of your mind, as usual, wage war against each other, but now on the opposite side to what they were once on.
Sanji had chosen to spend it with you, took time out of his day, had spoken about how this wasn’t how he wanted to become intimate with you (the thought of that made you flush a deep gray, as you realized he had said that) while your instincts have gone sour. Though he doesn’t smell like rejection, your hindbrain is convinced it will only be a matter of time. To be asked to help a selkie during their cycle is an honor— a deep show of trust— and even if you were lucid or not, Sanji hadn’t been willing to do that for you.
Because we weren’t lucid! You can almost imagine your logical half snapping, and you can hear how your instincts huff childishly. 
When is anyone lucid during their cycle? That's the entire point of it!
You… don’t have time to imagine this. Especially when you stumble and nearly fall flat on your ass as you walk up onto the deck for the first time in three days. The fresh air feels like a splash of cold water on a drunken person’s face, and you are hit with every mortifying thing you’ve said to Sanji, and begging for him to let you grind on his leg. 
“Oh my god ,” you bring your hands up to your face and then look at what you’re wearing, feeling like you’ve just made the stupidest mistake of your life. Sanji’s hoodie, and based on how the waistband of the pants you’re wearing are knotted with a hair tie to make them fit, a pair of his boxers, too. 
You can’t even pretend you don’t feel incredibly safe being so enveloped in his scent, or you don’t get a sense of joy knowing that he had brought you to his hammock, rather than putting you in your dorm. You don’t know what to feel. Happiness, perhaps, because it seems that Sanji has chosen you over Vivi. Guilt, that he is now saddled with the burden of caring for you. And a deep confusion.
Why had he left? 
The scent of the deck is muddled and eclectic, but you can still see a wisp of smoke in the night air, coming from the crow’s nest. You nod to yourself, staying put near the galley, not entirely ready to expose yourself like this, especially not while you have your lucidity. You could go downstairs now, and sleep in your own bed, but right as you’re going to turn and go back down, only to have your ankle caught on something, making you fall flat on your face, a loud thwack echoing around the deck.
It was so loud, that you froze the moment you hit, despite the warm, sticky feeling on your face, and somewhat-panicked footsteps on the wood. Sanji, in all his glory, holds a lantern in one hand, and looks down at you in shock, before dashing over to check on you. He’s… oddly casual, in his current dress. A pair of dark sweatpants, slides, and a long-sleeve shirt, gasping when he sees the bloody nose you sport, saying your name in surprise.
“What are you doing out of the room? Let's get you fixed up.” 
His gentle hold on your upper arm lifts you upwards as you hold your hands over your nose, the cook guiding you into the galley and flicking a light on. He rolls up a cloth to plug your nose and pinches the bridge of it gently. You can’t meet his eyes, but you do know that there is a heat rising in your stomach just from his attention, whining for more.
“You didn’t say why you were out,” He checks to see if you’re still bleeding, satisfied that you aren’t, and then goes to fetch a wet cloth to wipe away the blood on your face. 
“Do I need permission to be out?” You don’t look at him, desperately wanting that warmth in your stomach to go away.
“Uh… no? But, you’re sick, and I just want to make sure you’re okay.” Sanji turns back to you, and has a bit of a confused expression on his face.
You keep your gaze down, fiddling with the edge of your hoodie. 
“Hey– I’m not mad or anything like that—”
“Then why do you care?” 
You don’t mean for it to come out so harshly, and regret it when you see the hurt in his eyes. Sanji feels his heart beat a bit faster, as you scrunch your hands into fists at the edge of your sleeves— the sleeves of his hoodie— when he decides to say screw it and let it all come out.
“Because I love you?”
You freeze, looking at him with an expression of utter shock. 
“No, you don’t.”
“I do.” Sanji insists, and you scoff, folding your arms. He mirrors you, frowning at your insistence.
“Why would you? You could have Vivi—”
“Why would I want Vivi?
“Because you don’t deserve my baggage— all of this shit that’s wrong with me—” You back away a bit, shaking your head. The counter behind you reminds you that you're a bit cornered, and you hate how panicked that makes you feel, trapped yet again, “You— you don’t love me, you love the idea of me,” You look at Sanji, utterly terrified. “This— This idea, of the witty, snarky selkie, that’s what you– that is what you love. Not my emotions. Not my baggage—”
Sanji kisses you before you can answer, holding your face so gently, and pulling away before you have the chance to reject him, looking down at you, bright red, while you also start to flush a darker shade, touching your lips, and breathing heavily.
“For the record— I do love the idea of you. But also just you. If it’s you, I love it.” He somehow blushes heavier, as you continue to touch your lips, still dazed. “Fuck, I— I should have asked— I’m so sorry— I should have asked, fuck—"
Before he can finish you pull him into another kiss, happy trilling in the back of your throat as he braces one of his hands against the back of your head, laughing only briefly to break away for air before you’re both just grinning and laughing and hugging between messy pecks and kisses. Sanji just holds you close by your waist, spinning you around and pressing his lips all over your face. 
“I love all of you.” Sanji finally manages to get out, stilling and just holding you to him, looking up at you as though you are the moon, and he is a moth attracted to the light. “Every scar. Every fear. Every snarl. Every little thing. So long as it’s you.” And just lets you hug him tightly, hands laced through his hair.
“I would follow you to the ends of the earth. Give up on my hopes and dreams, if it meant I could stay by your side,” he whispers as you both sway. “As long as you will have me, I will be with you, always.”
Even then, he kisses away the tears when you start to sniffle, making you laugh rather wetly. He just holds you, until you’re smiling again, still kissing away any stray tears that manage to make it down your cheeks, until you’ve calmed down a bit, wiping at your face with one of your hands. Your heart beats loud enough for him to hear it, gently pressing another kiss to your forehead. 
“I love you.” He murmurs, and he can hear how you trill, looking up at him, still shy, still uncertain, even with how he’s kissed and held you. “I’ll wait forever until you’re ready. Because I just want you.”
Sanji doesn’t let you walk a single step after he confesses to you. He carries you, with your arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist into the boy’s dorms. You keep your face hidden in his neck, trying your best not to let any of your current pain deep through the bond. You fail at this when he runs a hand down your back and whispers an apology for not helping sooner. 
Your hindbrain is in heaven when he sets you into the hammock, and he looks down at you so lovingly, as you squirm from the heat in your stomach, needing him. 
“Ji’ please —” You hate how desperate you sound at that moment, but it just hurts so much, and all you want is for your courted to truly hold you, and provide you a comfort only he can. 
The hammock sways as he climbs in, butting his forehead against yours gently, and settling next to you. You curl into his arms immediately, basking in his scent, surrounded by his warmth, tangling your legs with his so easily it’s almost second nature to you. It shouldn’t be so simple, yet it is. Sanji has worked his way into your heart, cracking open your ribcage and bearing down upon your very soul as though it’s nothing, as he looks at you with such love in his eyes. 
And you want it all. Want to be so intoxicated by his presence that you’re essentially left at his mercy, clay formed by his hand and shaped into whatever he may want of you. A single brush of his lips against your forehead is enough to have pleasure thrum through the bond, leaving you dizzy and keening against him. But it’s so, so gentle. The way he tilts your chin upwards with his warm fingers, and pulls the hoodie down so it covers you a bit more when you shiver. Every single whisper of a question before he does anything to you, eyes on your own, hands entwined together as he holds you. 
You’ve never felt such gentle love before. All he wants to do is give. It’s confusing, still. Because as much as your hindbrain coos to accept it all, your learned responses, the damage inflicted on you by the hands, teeth, and claws of another, has you thinking of what Sanji may want. These hiss in your ear, telling you to submit and let him do with you as he will, and to let him take all of you. That is his right, to claim you as his own, the voice of Arlong hisses to you, You exist to please him. Be his toy, a hole to fill. Greedy, selfish selkie, thinking he will please you.
Yet every time you try to present to him, to let him sink deep into you and take what he may need, to claim you as his, you feel his shock. How he closes your legs without even looking, instead aiming to get that dizzy, happy feeling thrumming through the bond again, quite literally, kissing you silly. He does nip, but it’s playful, keeping your attention on him, and never hard enough to leave a mark.
He doesn’t let you objectify yourself, or slip back into the old routine Arlong had instilled in you. He kisses you, instead, gently pushing into the bond, to let him help you. 
“What do you need from me ?” Sanji holds your face as though you’re the very epicenter of his world, hovering over you. “How can I make this better for you, my beloved?”
Your stomach flips at that, and you sob into his embrace, letting him kiss away the tears that stain your cheeks, and feel how his lips ghost over the scars on your face. 
“I— I don’t know, 'm sorry— I’m a bad courted—”
“Nonsense,” Sanji presses down on the bond, and you feel a taste of his frustration for a second, yet not at you. “You’re my courted. And I’ll not have you speak about yourself that way.”
You submit after that, keening as his scent grows stronger, sobbing into his arms. “‘M sorry— ‘m sorry— you’re mad at me—”
“Never think I’m mad at you,” Sanji nudges his nose against yours, foreheads pressed together. “I’m here for you, always. Just you, and your wonderful voice, and beautiful brain, and those sweet, smart eyes.”
You keen loudly, and he just holds you, gently soothing your hiccups and sobs by kissing away your tears and wiping at your runny nose with the sleeve of his shirt. 
“I love you, I’m right here,” Sanji lets you cry, his lips on your forehead as you sob. 
He simply holds you, looking down at you lovingly, listening as your sobs quiet into sniffles, and then into steady breathing, just holding him close. 
“You still awake?” Sanji shifts a bit, and you peek up at him from where you’ve hidden your face, eyes a bit puffy and tender, but very alert. “There’s my girl, look at those pretty eyes.”
“You’re so stupid,” You groan, a bit more lucid, and now embarrassed, and he chuckles, kissing your forehead. “.....I love you too.”
“Yeah?” Sanji teases, leaning back a bit as you settle on his lap, straddling him. 
“Yeah– hey! ”  You yelp, when his thigh presses against your core, cheeks darkening as you balance yourself by pressing your hands to his chest, groaning a bit as the heat in your stomach returns, the dull ache no longer kept at bay by Sanji’s presence. 
“My bad, my bad,” Sanji braces one of his hands against your back, looking at you with a worried frown. “Are you in pain? I can get a warm water bottle—”
“Won’t… help,” You bite the inside of your cheek, closing your eyes tightly. “M’cramping, need… uhm…”
A darker color tints your cheeks, and Sanji’s mouth turns into an ‘o’, as you stay as still as possible, with his thigh still between your legs, the apex of your thighs resting on his leg. 
“You… can use my leg, if you’d like,” Sanji suggests, gently tilting your face towards his and getting you to open your eyes, “If it’ll help you, I want you to do it.”
“That’s….” You feel the way your muscles start to tighten in your abdomen, and the foggy feeling of your cycle makes you groan, “....can’t do that to you, I shouldn’t—”
“I’m asking you to use me as you need,” Sanji brings his other hand up to your face, brow creased with worry as he gently says your name, “Please, I don’t want you to be in pain if I can help it.”
“Can’t,” you sob, leaning into his touch, “Y’don’t— m’body’s—”
“Your body is beautiful,” Sanji whispers, “You are beautiful. Please, let me help you.”
He kisses you gently, hands on your hips, guiding you to stay perched on his thigh. Whispering praise when you pull from the kiss, whimpering as you lean against his chest. 
“Y’sure?” Your voice starts to slur, want for Sanji clouding your mind, tugging on the bond to try and stay lucid. 
“Absolutely,” Sanji pecks at your lips and then lets you lean against him again, watching as you pull his boxers off of yourself, shyly not meeting his gaze and cuddling deep into the hoodie he let you borrow as he pulls his sweatpants down enough to expose his thighs. You whimper, gently setting yourself onto his thigh, fidgeting a bit as you adjust to the feeling of his skin against your core. 
You sit there for a bit, occasionally moving back and forth to get used to it, though that doesn’t stop the moans you let out when you do move, and Sanji has to pinch the bridge of his nose tightly to stop the trickle that’s started as he watches you do this, breathing heavily. When it does stop, he takes his hand away from his nose to rest on your hips, massaging the skin through the hoodie. You are panting, holding tightly to his shirt as you start to move more regularly.
The first roll of your hips against his thigh has you moaning loudly, slumping into Sanji’s chest as his hands help to guide your hips to move back and forth. You feel bliss warming your belly, when his thigh tenses under you, and your hindbrain coos. His skin is warm against your core, and his hands on your hips gently massage the tension.
“So, so beautiful,” Sanji finds himself murmuring, and you let out a low rumble against his chest, hiding in his hoodie, but he keeps watching.
He can feel your slickness on his thigh, the warmth of your core rubbing back and forth against him. It’s intoxicating, and as he takes a deep breath through his nose, Sanji can smell you. It’s salty, and somehow pine-like, as you pant against his chest, gripping onto his sleep shirt with loose fists. 
Experimentally, Sanji holds your hips a bit tighter and pushes you down onto his thigh. Oh, and it feels electric, the bond between the two of you making his entire body thrum, as though he’s sitting on top of the amp to a bass guitar. You let out a loud gasp at that, head tilting back a bit as you look up at him with wide eyes. 
“That’s it, keep moving,” He encourages you, nudging his nose against your own, and nips at your lips, reveling in your little whimper when he sucks your lower lip into his mouth. “I can feel how wet you are, ma moitié, doing so wonderful.”
You push yourself down, groaning into his mouth when you feel the sweet drag of your clit against his skin. He’s so warm, somehow so filling, even without being within you. It drives you insane, when he lets your lower lip go, pressing teasing kisses against the corner of your mouth, 
“D-don’t stop—” You blush heavily, falling into his chest as Sanji presses you down onto his thigh, flexing his muscles just right to have those beautiful whimpers fall from your mouth. “ Sanji— ”
“M’right here,” Sanji squeezes your hips, and has you grinding harder on him. You let out another sob, rolling your hips and chasing your high on his leg. “So, so good, what do you need from me, pretty girl?”
“H - hhn —-hands, please, need— haaa— need your hands— please, please, please —” You look up at him, open-mouthed and gasping for him, “Sanij, please, kiss—” Gently but quickly, he tilts your chin up to capture your lips in his own, and you groan into his mouth, fully at his mercy as you slump against him, pawing at his shirt. 
His tongue slips into your mouth, and you feel as though you are being consumed by him, letting him prod and experiment with your own tongue, teeth clashing against teeth. The tip of his tongue lightly ghosts over the sharpness of your teeth, and then presses against your tongue, wrapping around it as best he can as if to sample your flavor. And he groans, leaning forward and deepening the kiss, head over yours until he gently moves you to lay on your back, thigh still between your legs, hands lifting your body to drag your weeping cunt against his leg. 
You want to sob, so fully desperate for everything he gives you, wanting him to mark you and claim you so badly. Anything he will give you, you will take it without any fight, only wanting to be his. 
One of his hands inches a bit closer, adjusting so that he’s holding you at an angle, bent over you, still with his tongue practically down your throat. When his thumb finally, finally rubs against your clit, you lean your head back, breaking the kiss, and let out a loud, wailing trill. Quick, harsh circles are rubbed right into your bud while Sanji brings his other hand to cradle the back of your head, hovering over you as you look up at him, unable to form any real words. You somehow manage to loop your arms around his neck, trilling, and whimpering as he continues. 
“Ss— Sssaan —-Sanjiiee eeee! ” you slur out, looking down to where his hand is, sobbing as his thumb moves quicker, bringing you closer and closer until you tip over the edge with a cry. 
You had never felt a love like this. Gentle, caring love, with Sanji’s fingers working your clit through your high until you let out a whine of overstimulation. 
Sanji guides you down, kissing your face sweetly, and leaves only to collect a cool cloth to help clean his thigh and your core. You whine at his touch, sensitive, but purr happily when he lets you snuggle on top of his chest. Through the bond, he feels your satisfaction, and the bliss you ride on, basking in his scent and love. He wouldn’t want to be anywhere else as you fall asleep in his arms, a blanket pulled over your form.
“Sweet dreams, my pearl,” Sanji whispers into your hair, smiling as your arms wind around him tighter. 
The waves rock the boat gently, back and forth, back and forth, until Sanji himself is asleep, holding you in his arms, the two of you are asleep without nightmares for the first time in a very long time. Distantly, across the void, in the stretches of mortality and life, your mothers brush their hands down your back and smile down upon you and your courted, sweeping the bangs from his eyes, and welcoming him into their pod, before stepping away into the void again, leaving you and your courted to sleep.
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lehguru · 2 years ago
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ROMANTIC DATE + BROOK
request: Can I request a little scenario where Brook (from OP) organizes a little romantic date for his S/O, please?
warnings: silly goofy, i loved to make this as one piece as possible, one joke about eyes popping out (literally just that, no g*re description), brook accidentally sets himself on fire, not proofread; gender neutral reader + requests are open ! check pinned post for requesting rules
im soooooooo sorry i took so long to post this! it was very fun to write and i hope you enjoy it ♡ obrigada demais por enviar essa ask meu chuchu!!
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he had no idea where to start. he loves you, he loves you as much as he loves music, but he truly didn't know what to do. here's the thing: it has been YEARS since he had an actual date with someone. god, he didn't even see any person for 50 years while he was lost in the florian triangle; his romance skills were really rusty.
when the idea of organizing a date night appeared in his mind – nami gave him the idea –, he went around the crew asking for tips on what he should do to impress you. from "all you can eat buffet" to "why would i know", everyone had different answers to his question. surprisingly, sanji was the one with the best idea: a candlelight dinner.
as the night came, the table was ready. a small vase with a rose stood in the middle of it, a single candle making the mahogany towel even darker. compared to the simplicity of the table, the floor was a mess. countless candles were lit against the hard wood of the ship and any surface that was available in the room; sanji murmured that those things were clearly a safety hazard when he went to deliver the dinner, bur brook ignored his words.
when the skeleton lead you inside the room and took your blindfold off – you were a little scared when he begged for you to wear it –, you were left completely speechless. you mouth dropped and your eyes darted from the tall man to the scenery in front of you. you let yourself be pushed to sit on the chair and, after he sat down across from you, you murmured:
"shouldn't we blow out some of the candles?"
he simply chuckled and assured you that it wasn't a problem; everything there was perfectly safe and he made sure of it.
it didn't take long for you to be proven right. after you both finished eating the pasta sanji prepared – brook tried to pretend that he was the one that made it – and were just enjoying each other's company, talking about random topics, a faint smell of smoke reached your nostrils. you tried to ignore it and keep looking at your boyfriend, but a clear thin smoke thread started to come from somewhere under you two.
brook seemed to not notice, but he followed your stare as you looked down. if he had eyes, they would've popped out of their sockets; the bottom of the towel started to catch on fire. you tried to remain calm, it wasn't a big deal, it's not like that wasn't something you could easily put off just by stomping on the cloth. unfortunately, your boyfriend seemed to have different thoughts.
with a quick and rough movement, brook pulled the towel from the table, shaking it around so the fire would be put out. after he, apparently, succeeded at extinguishing the fire that was starting, the skeleton sighed deeply; relief was starting to settle in his bones when you noticed another trail of smoke appearing. this time, from his head.
"brook, you–"
"i'm sorry for this, my love! we can carry on with our date now." he noticed your worried face and tilted his skull. "what is wrong, my darling?"
"your hair is on fire." you pointed at the top of his hair and he seemed to freeze for a second.
when your words settled in, he started screeching at the top of his lungs. before you could help him and take the fire yourself, brook slammed the door open and runned to the deck of the ship. all the crew members that were close also started screaming. while luffy and chopper started to hit brook in an attempt to put out the fire, franky appeared with water and threw it on the boys. sea water.
while your boyfriend was whining on the floor, his strength leaving his bones for a moment, sanji appeared next to you, lighting up his cigarette. "he had good intentions with the date. he asked all of you about it."
you smiled softly and nodded, "i know."
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cosmicatta · 2 years ago
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I have so many questions about your lawlu childeren, I love them 😭❤️
What does Ola usually write? 👀 (somehow I can see her writing the weirdest stuff no matter the genre xD)
And is Taiga's garden more flowery or more vegetable/herb/Usopp type garden?
And the golden question, how did the crews react when they first found out there's going to be a baby around and worse, that it's going to a mini Lawlu mix? There are so many ways I can imagine that going and I need to know how it actually went xD
AAAHHH thank you so much, I'm really glad! 🥺💜 I love talking about them, these questions are making me vibrate:
1 - What does Ola usually write?
She has a preference for fantasy and sci-fi, and you're absolutely correct, it's always weird. The kind of weird where you're not sure if it's pure surrealism or if you just don't get it because you're dumb.
Law seems to get it though, he says her writing is "deeply allegorical and profound, a reflection of human nature through a distorting mirror." Whatever that's supposed to mean. He's proud.
2 - What kind of garden does Taiga keep?
Flowery garden! He grows some herbs and fruit trees too, but it's mostly flowers, vines, cacti, etc. He's very dedicated to his plants, it's a huge tragedy whenever something bad happens to one of them (which is not very often, because he's extremely careful).
He never kills the bugs though. If they are damaging the plants, he takes them somewhere else and feeds them (sometimes he ends up keeping them too).
3 - How did the crews react to lawlu having a baby?
There were mixed reactions for sure. The Heart pirates were shocked at first, and definitely a little worried, but overall just very happy for Law. All of them wanted to be "the cool uncle/auntie" and couldn't wait to spoil the baby (everyone was jealous of Bepo once Ola was born, because he was very obviously the favorite).
The Strawhats, on the other hand... they know Luffy enough to know there are things to be very worried about. Well, at least some of them were worried. Robin and Zoro were just like "omg congrats :)", Franky got "SUUUUUPER" emotional, but I can see Nami, Sanji and Usopp having some kind of "emergency meeting" about the news:
Usopp: Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for them—a litte weirded out, yes, but happy—but, guys... A human being that's half Luffy and half Trafalgar Law? I can't be the only one who thinks this is a dangerous idea. That baby is going to be terrifying.
Sanji: Oh my god, what if the baby eats as much as Luffy?! What's going to happen to me?!
Nami: Guys, calm down, this is important! Our mission is to be positive role-models for the baby once it's born. That way, we can maybe mitigate the effects of the Trafal-Luffy genes. The child can still be normal if we try hard enough.
But once Ola is born, their only concern is "protect Pirate Princess!" The child did not, in fact, turn out normal at all, but they all still love her (and Taiga!) to death.
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p2ii · 9 months ago
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REITASHI PRINCESS AND KNIGHT… yessss very good…
Nami’s ever growing polycule is my favorite part of one piece. She even pulled Uta in the new colorspread. Sanji could never pull girls the way a navigator lesbian can /j
YESS and I fully believe Reiju can be such a great partner for Tashi the second she gets out of Germa. Reiju has so much amazing potential that’s forcibly hidden away… Maybe Sanji would even teach her how to cook so she can try and make meals for Tashi hehe. Reitashi could trade sword + poison knowledge… Reiju fully supportive of Tashigi’s goals and cheering her on when she fights Zoro… Reiju getting the help of the Marines, who have turned their back on Germa after WCI, in order to abolish it… eee I think Tashigi really would love having someone around who genuinely cares about and supports her. Reiju would probably be more gentle with reminders (like when Tashigi loses her glasses that she’s also wearing) and less inclined to taunt her or call her stupid for it.
IDK if you’ve noticed yet but I am very big on the Vinsmoke siblings also 😭 they do so much to my brain I hope their sperm donor dies a horrible death one day after losing everything he owns <333
luffy after that colourspread:
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dude can't take it anymore after his whore brother ace </3 😔
I bet sanji too is kicking himself because his sister gets so many more bitches than him while. nami too picking up a girl every arc XD. Zoro is just proud of his rival tashigi. (mlm/wlw solidarity/hostility)
post germa reitash can be so personal actually Ur so right. they would make a killer battle couple OMG. poisons and swords.... (poison coated swords? 👀). also reiju as being so isolated and independent getting to be saved and vulnerable/cared about, and tashigi being underestimated and undermined getting to feel like she's doing something (we see with the kids at punk hazard, she's in it for the people that are helped), that she's STRONG.
also you saying that reiju would be gentle with her reminders and care did something to my brain because remembering how she's also a massive flirt (her picking tashigi's glasses of her head and onto her face, pushing the hair out of her face, listening to her ramble about sword lore asggdjdgdkbfjf ミ⁠●⁠﹏⁠☉⁠ミ ) they make me insane OMGGGG
yea lol Ur blog title is so incredibly based for that <3 I am too though not to the same extent. but I'm OBSESSED with everything wrong with them (esp 124ji, sci-fi themes and human experimentation my beloved <3. they suck ass n balls but they're also so deeply tragic in their own right) the family dynamics are insane and soso interesting. hope judge gets hit by a looney-toons esque gavel and dies yesyesyesy.
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