#sanji will forever regret this day

[beanghostprincess]

Sanji won't be the one rescuing Pudding because actually, Zoro's going to be there too and the second Sanji approaches Pudding to unchain her, she starts complaining and saying she doesn't want to be saved by HIM and if somebody's doing it, then it's gonna be the moss looking guy. Zoro hates both of them. Sanji is having a breakdown because he wanted to save her. Pudding is having an internal crisis because she actually wanted to be saved by Sanji but she's too proud to say it. It's chaotic. Get Zoro out of there.

[cozage]

Festivals with the OP Boys

Characters: f! reader x Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace

A/n: This is based off the (VERY Southern USA) festivals I’ve been to. I know these are not all universal experiences, so give me a little grace 

Luffy

An absolute fiend at festivals. Thank god you’ve been saving up money for this. He heads straight for the carnival section without hesitation.

Did he hear eating contest??? If so, Luffy is entering it (and winning). 

And you are cheering him on!! No surprise to either of you, he wins a nice berry prize (that you all spend immediately at the festival)

He wants all the prizes. He can’t pick, each one is cooler than the last. He finally asks you which one you love the most, and you point out a small stuffed animal. Of course, he finds the exact replica 10x bigger a few booths down and decides on that one. 

He is DETERMINED to win you that giant stuffed animal. You know all those games are rigged so you remind him that it’s not a big deal. 

But once Luffy puts his mind to something…well, you know how it goes. 

Ends up breaking the bottles and putting a hole in the booth at the ball toss game. The guy gives you two stuffed animals just to get you all away from his booth. 

You all are shuffled away, hand-in-hand, laughing so hard you’re almost crying. Luffy’s laugh is just so contagious 

Now that he’s passed all the games, he finally notices it. All of the SUPER COOL RIDES!!!!

INSTANTLY takes off towards them and begins pulling you. Luckily, you know how to stand your ground with him. Unluckily, you’re dating a rubber man who can stretch and keep running. 

You hold onto his ever-stretching hand while you stand in line to get ride tickets. At least he’ll be easy to find once you’re done. 

He wants to ride all of the rides. Again and again. He’s obsessed with the crazy whip-around rides like the Sizzler, Zipper, and Drop Zone

You HAVE to ride with him too. He refuses to do it alone. He gives you those sweet puppy eyes when you object at first and you instantly cave.

LOVES LOVES LOVES THE FRIED FOOD. You had to stop taking him up to the order window because every time he saw something he immediately wanted it.

Just a constant switch between eating food and riding rides. You have no idea how he’s not getting sick.

Eventually you trade off riding partners and he starts riding with Zoro (“If you can’t handle a KIDS ride, Zoro, how are you going to be the best swordsman in the world??”)

Luffy pouts at first until he realizes that you have a different snack every time he gets off a ride, then he’s magically okay with this new decision.

Ends with fireworks and he loves them so much. Wants to go buy some so you guys can set them off on the ship every night

He carries everything back to the ship for you. You have a sinking suspicion those stuffed animals will have a permanent residence in his room, though 

Zoro

Festivals aren’t really his style, but he knew you wanted to go, so he made an exception 

Holds your hand the whole time (he knows that getting separated from you means he’ll be lost forever) 

Will mock you for wanting to win a prize, and reminds you that it’s all a scam anyway. 

However, after your second failed attempt, he can see you’re getting frustrated, so he takes over.

And of course wins you the biggest stuffed animal possible first try with a smirk on his face. You’re so happy you kiss him on the cheek in front of all those random people, which makes him turn beet red. He secretly is feeling great though because he won it first try!!!

He instantly has regret now because he has to carry it all day. He’s embarrassed at first but eventually he gets used to it and carries it around with pride.

After you win a prize, neither of you are really interested in sticking around the carnival portion. There’s so many people and noises it’d be easy for even you to get lost. 

You all head to and stick to the quiet side parts of the festival instead. He likes to wander through the craft fair and selling booths with you.

He pays special attention to when your eyes linger on a certain item, or when you get excited about booths. He tries to keep a mental note of those things for future reference

Zoro isn’t a materialistic man, but he does like to buy you things every now and then (when he can afford it). He sees your eyes light up over a particular bracelet and when you try it on he can see how much you love it. “Keep it on” he whispers softly in your ear, and passes a few gold coins to the merchant.

You guys end your evening at a tea house, sipping on sake and munching on light snacks.

You stay there for a few hours, just enjoying the quiet and each others company.

He asks if you want to stay for fireworks, but honestly you’re exhausted. He gives you a piggy back ride back to the Sunny while carrying your giant stuffed animal. 

You all pause for a moment when the fireworks begin, but after a few seconds you continue on your way back home. 

Sanji

Of course he wants to try the food and critique it

It’s not exactly nutritious which he doesn’t like, but it is giving him some ideas on how to add different elements to his cooking

He knows he’s dragging you all over the food district to try the samples and the specials and he loves you so much for that (you don’t really mind though because hey free delicious food)

You all wander around and find the carnival section. You try the fried food, which is equal parts delicious and horrendous to the both of you

As you wander through the games, you see a really adorable stuffed animal and point it out to Sanji

You didn’t even say you wanted it. You just noted how cute it was. But oh he’s winning that thing for you now. 

But he’s not very good at games unfortunately :/ especially luck based games

He tries to keep his cool but you can see he’s getting frustrated. It doesn’t help that his determination has sent you into short bursts of laughter

Finally FINALLY he picks the right one and wins you that cute adorable stuffed animal

You thank him with a peck on the cheek and he MELTS 

At sunset he drags you to the Ferris wheel and you see him slip the guy a few coins

Magically you all end at the top of the Ferris wheel right as the sun sets over the sea!!! How coincidental!!! 

“Y’know, when you’re at the top of the Ferris wheel, you’re supposed to-“

You cut him off by pulling him in for a long kiss. You’re both blushing hard by the time the Ferris wheel comes back down. You’re honestly a little surprised Sanji is still conscious. 

Sanji has already picked out a perfect spot for you two to watch the fireworks. There’s a band playing in the main square and the music echos up to where you all are sitting on the hill. You dance together to the music while waiting for the fireworks to start. 

Once the fireworks begin, you stand and watch in awe, embraced in each others arms. 

You all walk back to the sunny arms linked. Your new stuffed animal in your arm and some festival-exclusive ingredients in his. 

Ace

Wants to do every. single. thing. Doesn’t matter if he’s actually interested in it or not

He’s the kind of guy who’s at the festival all day long. There’s always something to do and you can’t miss out on anything. Hope you wore comfortable shoes (you didn’t). 

His hands are always full. He has your hand in one and some kind of beverage or food in another. 

Ace is the kind of person who switches between energetic puppy and lazy bones energy throughout the day, and you never really know when that switch will happen.

In the morning, you all wander through the craft fair. The crafts don’t really interest him, but he perks up a bit whenever he sees you interested in something. 

You find a custom jewelry maker booth, and as you’re browsing the works, he gets the craftsman to make you a bracelet that matches the bead pattern on his hat. Now you can both match, and everyone knows who you belong to. 

You play every single carnival game together at least once. Ace doesn’t even care if you guys are good at it. He just wants to try it. Theres some fun competition that exists during those games between the two of you that results in MANY small little prizes like goldfish, mini stuffed animals, and other silly trinkets.

You guys have won so many prizes by halfway through the carnival section, you can’t really hold anymore, so Ace starts giving them to kids as you pass by them. You’re stuck with the goldfish though. He’s already named it and very attached to it. 

You all take a food break, and find the weirdest food you can. You find a nice shaded and quiet spot to eat in peace. 

Ace naturally falls asleep on you while eating, and you use the few minutes he’s resting to people watch and just enjoy the quiet moments with him. 

When he wakes up he is REELING for more adventure and things to do.

You all come across a mechanical bull riding event, and for one of the first times that day, Ace pulls away from you and drops your hand, bounding away to go sign up for it.

Before it starts, he tips his hat towards you and gives you that signature wink that makes your heart burst.  

The devious part of you wanted to see him thrown off immediately, but he’s actually pretty good at it. He lasts a whole minute before he’s thrown face first into an inflatable cushion. 

When he comes back to you, he instantly intertwines your fingers through his again. “Did you like the show?” He says with another wink, which results in a playful exchanges of shoves to one another. 

You all ride a few carnival rides. You start out with some big rides like the Flying Swings and the Drop Zone, but the crazy rides aren’t mixing well with the food you ate earlier, so you opt for some less intense ones, like the Merry-Go-Round, Ferris wheel, and the Super Slide. 

You two find a personal love for the Bumper Cars. You love the competitive side you all can embrace, but also (thanks to some extra silver) the ride operator let you two ride tandem a few times as well.

Theres a free concert occurring and you all grab a seat on the hill to enjoy the music. Ace runs and grabs some dinner for the two of you. 

Instant regret for trusting him to pick out the food. He comes back with the most abhorrent monstrosity of fried food combo you’ve ever seen. And he does it with the widest, snide grin on his face. Bastard. 

You all doze off to the music and wake up to the explosions of fireworks a little while later.

After the fireworks, you walk back together, with him occasionally poking you in the side, picking you up to spin you around, just random things to make you squeal and giggle.

Your feet are killing you when you get back to the ship, so he gives you a nice foot massage, bless his soul. 

[pholla-jm]

Stronger Now

lol, I found this deep in my WIP's. IMAGINE: STRONGER NOW ~ SANJI X SIBLING!READER GENRE: ANGST/FLUFF cw: during sabaody archipelago arc. also touches sanji's past. talk of slavery and child abuse. not proof read. first person p.o.v **************

"Everything will be okay... everything will be okay." Is what I say every single time I'm put onto that stage.  However, I knew that nothing would be okay. Whenever I'm put onto the stage, I worry for who is going to buy me next. How the next person is going to treat me... which would be shit. 

I don't regret what I did to receive this type of life. If I had a choice to redo anything it would be to help my younger brother sooner. I haven't seen him almost eleven years, and I hope wherever he is at he is alive and well. 

My younger brother Sanji, one of the sweetest people I know, did not deserve the torment he went through. Especially from our father or any of our siblings. 

The sound of my shoes hitting the ground is the only thing I could hear throughout the stone walls of the castle I currently resided in. I was currently searching for Sanji, wondering what he was doing since I haven't seen him in awhile. 

I suddenly hear a loud crash followed by some crying. I could hear some other voices, four voices to be exact. I didn't need to hear anything more to know what was going on. I quickly followed the voices and soon I was greeted with the sight of Yonji beating Sanji up. 

"Hey!" I shout walking over to the three males and picking all of them up by the back of the collar, "what do you think you're doing?!"  "We caught Sanji cooking again-"  Ichiji starts but I cut him off. "So you beat him up for it? I told you many times-"  "I don't care what you say! Sanji is weak!" 

I raise my eyebrow at his response, irritation and anger filling my veins. No matter how much I want to hit them, I won't. I refuse to hit a kid, no matter how much they deserve it. Instead, I drop all three of them on the ground. Each one landing on their bum with a 'oof'. 

"Go on, get out of here. Next time I catch you hurting Sanji, there will be dire consequences." 

All three of them got up and started to leave, each of them mumbling how one day they would be stronger than me and beat me up. Hah, like that day would ever come. 

"What's going on here?" I hear Judge, or rather father, say.  I look over to see him glowering down at me, and right next to him was my younger sister, Reiju.

I immediately feel Sanji go behind my legs, gripping onto them. I place my hand on the back of his head, comforting him. 

"None of your business." 

One would think that a father wouldn't support his kids hurting each other, but he was the opposite. I hated the fact he didn't claim Sanji on his own just because he considered him weak. 

"It is my business girl."  "It will be your business when you actually start caring for you children."  "I do care for them, not for that one though." 

I scowl at him, disgusted with him. I can't believe half of his DNA is in me. 

"Then it's none of your business. Let's go Sanji." I say turning around and grabbing his hand.  "You won't be able to protect him forever. Once you're married off, you're never allowed in this building." 

I grimace at his words. That's right, he set up a marriage for me. I don't even know the guy, this marriage is just for Judge's convenience. I ignore him and continue to walk with Sanji to my room where I have some medical stuff for him. 

I look down at Sanji, his face set in a frown. Now I could see all the bruises and bumps on him caused from his brothers.  "What's the matter Sanji?" I ask him.  He looks up at me, with tears in his eyes, "you're going to leave me one day." 

"Actually," I say before sitting him down on my counter so I could grab some bandages, "I think you're going to leave before me. But I'll always be with you. Even if I'm physically not here, I'll be here." I say pointing to his heart. 

I start to clean his cuts and put ointments on his bruises. 

He looks at me confused, "how will you be in my heart?"  I laugh at him, "no silly. I won't be in there physically. Metaphorically. No matter where you're at, I'll always love you and I'll be in your memory."  "But I want you to stay with me forever."  I give him a sad smile, knowing that things won't turn out that way, "I know... I know." 

Honestly where I'm at right now is a lot better than being married off to some guy I don't know. If I was married right now, I would probably be tied down with children and never allowed to leave the house. Huh, now actually that I'm thinking about it, both situations are the same. Either way, I ended up a slave. 

I close my eyes, letting the darkness overtake me. I was definitely going to need rest for what was going to happen next. Auctions were so tiring and it drained a lot of energy out of me. 

"Why do you protect him? He's so weak." Reiju asks me while I continue to write in my journal. Besides Sanji, I can tolerate Reiju sometimes. I place down my pencil at her question and close the journal.  "One day he won't be weak. But just because someone is weak, doesn't give someone the right to pick on them. If you are strong, then it is your duty to protect the weak."  Reiju tilts her head, "why?"  "Well wouldn't you want someone to help you if you were weak?"  Reiju hums in thought.  "If we help someone out while they are weak, they in turn will become stronger later. They will help aid other people. That person will never forget the kindness and will return the favor later if needed." 

"Ah," Reiju smiles up at me, "you're so smart (y/n)."  I smile back at her and ruffle her hair, "where's Sanji anyway?"  Her smile immediately goes into a frown making me worry.  "Father put him in the dungeons." 

"What?!" I immediately get up and start to rush around the room, gathering some things.  "What are you doing?" She asks.  "It doesn't matter. It's pass your bedtime though. You should get going to bed."  "But-"  "Now." 

Reiju sighs and leave my room. I continue to stuff things in a bag, including the journal I was previously writing in. Once I leave my room, I go out to grab a lantern knowing that Sanji was scared of the dark. 

I quickly make my way towards where the dungeons at, careful not to be seen by the guards. Once I pass them I can immediately hear the cries of my younger brother. The sounds causing my heart to clench. 

"Father please, I'm sorry. It's so dark down here. Please let me out." I bite my lip to suppress any tears from escaping. I hate this so much. Once I calm down my emotions, I pull out a match and light up the lantern. 

"It is pretty dark down here, huh Sanji?" I ask once I'm able to see him. 

There he was placed behind the bars with a metal helmet on him so I could only see his eyes. He had tears flowing down his face, but once he saw me his tears immediately dried up. 

"(y/n)!"  "Shh!" I say placing a finger on my lips and he nods his head.  Once I'm in front of him, I kneel down in front of him. "I'm so sorry Sanji..." I whisper grabbing onto his hand.  "It's not your fault..." He whispers back clenching onto my hand.  "I'm going to help you, okay? But you have to listen to everything I say." 

He immediately nods his head. I let go of his hand and bring both of my hands up to the helmet that was stuck on him.  "Relax." I tell him as I put my fingers in the helmet, facing away from him. I applied pressure the metal bending in the opposite direction until it broke. The broken pieces clunked on the floor and I could now see Sanji's full face. His eyes were wide as he looked at me. 

"There's that handsome face." I say pinching his cheek causing him to blush and swat my hand away. I laugh at his reaction before standing up, "did I hurt you?" I ask a little worried.  He shook his head, "no... you're so strong." He says with wonder. 

"I bet one day, you'll be stronger than me though. Stand back." I tell him and he listens to my orders. 

I grab two of the metal bars and push against them so there was enough space for Sanji to get through.  "You really think so?" He asks and I nod my head, "I know so." 

"Come here." I say waving him over and he doesn't waste another second to wrap his arms around my waist. His head resting right on my stomach. I place my hands on his back. I really wish I could stay like this forever. I just want to protect my little brother as long as I could, which is why I have to do this. 

"Let's go Sanji."  "Where are we going?" He asks, but I don't answer him.  

I walk over to one of the walls, punching the cobble wall. The stones fall easily to the ground causing a sliver of daylight to sneak into the room. The sun was rising, which meant the ship should be here soon. 

"(y/n), where are we going?" He asks as I drag him across the ship. There was already an island that I could see. A island that father was attacking. There was bound to be another ship nearby where I could get him to safety.  "Stop asking questions." 

I didn't hear anything else from him. 

It took a while for the fighting to stop, but neither of us were spotted which was good. I saw a ship from a far. 

"There," I say pointing to the ship, "go on there okay? There are wonderful people on there that will take care of you."  "Huh?" Sanji looks at me confused, "what's going on?"  "I know you want to be a cook Sanji. You have a gift and if you stay here, you won't be able to fulfill your dreams."  "B-but"  "You want to find the All Blue, don't you?"  His eyes widen at my words and tears start to well up in his eyes.  "Come with me." He says but I shake my head.  "I can't. Just go, Sanji!" 

Tears now fell down his face and loud sobs escaped his lips.  I put my bag over his shoulder and turn him back around the ship, "the sea is a big place. You're going to meet some people that love you more than your family ever did. So stop crying and just go!" I push him towards the ship trying to stop the tears running down my face. 

Sanji must of realized that I was right and continued to run towards the ship while crying. Hearing his cries only made my cries worse. 

"Stay safe, Sanji." 

After that, the rest was history. Once Judge found out what I did and the damage I caused, he immediately disowned me. He realized that he couldn't marry me off since I wasn't technically a Vinsmoke anymore. That combined with the fact he couldn't look at me any more, he sold me off to be a slave. I don't regret what happened though. I would happily do it again. The look of anger on his face was very pleasing to me. 

"Hey, get up. You're up next." Someone shook me and pushed me towards the stage. 

Well here we go.

I was pushed onto the stage where the announcer immediately started bidding for a price for me. It didn't take long with a bid of 3,000,000 bellis. I was so used to this that I didn't hear the small commotion that was going on in the crowd. 

Right after me was a mermaid, which I knew she was going to be placed for a high amount. I was right, of course, with 500,000,000 bellis. She was about to be pushed off the stage until there was a loud crash. Two men burst into the building, one of them punching a celestial dragon and punching another person. Soon a commotion erupted throughout the room causing everyone to run and destruction to follow.

What the hell is going on? 

"(y/n)!" I heard someone shout my name and I was soon grabbed.  I let out a small scream from shock and closed my eyes. I didn't know who was grabbing me, but I didn't fight back just in case it was one of the buyers.  "(Y/n)?! Is that you? Please look at me!" 

The voice was familiar causing me to slowly open my eyes and look up at the person who was holding my arm. I squint my eyes at the guy. The blonde hair covering one eye, and a swirly eyebrow. It couldn't be.... 

"Sanji?" 

A large smile is now placed on his face and his arms wrap around me, spinning me around.  "What are you doing here? How did you end up like this?" He asks me as soon as he places me down.  "That doesn't matter. What matters is that you're safe! I'm so happy to know that you didn't die out there." I smile at him. 

I was a bit confused to why he was frowning at me. 

"(y/n)," He says.  "What is it?"  "I'm not a little kid anymore. I'm a lot stronger now. You don't have to hide things from me." 

The smile falters from my face, "oh." 

That's right. He is grown now.  Sanji sighs, "just because I'm older and stronger now doesn't mean I still don't need you." 

"Once my crewmates find the keys, I'll get you out of this." He says pointing at the collar around my neck.  "Thanks." I say pulling wrists outwards so the chains could break. I do the same thing with the chains wrapped around my ankles. 

"So, you're on a crew now?"  "Yeah... we have a lot of catching up to do." He says patting my head, just like I used to do when he was a kid. 

"From now on, I'll protect you." 

[agoodroughandtumble]

You Talk in Your Sleep - Roronoa Zoro x Reader Part 3

You Talk In Your Sleep - Roronoa Zoro x Reader Status: Complete, but might be more  Summary: Reader wakes up in the Crow’s Nest without remembering why, fortunately Zoro is playing his cards to his chest Warning: 18+, Language, implied smut

Nami hadn’t exactly given you any hope, neither had she given you any reprieve. If anything, she had gotten you shit-faced in the middle of the day and wanking on about how much you didn’t, definitely shouldn’t have any feelings towards Zoro.

Of course you didn’t. He was an absolutely cocky dickhead and, obviously, you were far too wise, too experienced to put up with that. But. But if he could just stop with the fucking face though. That would be very much appreciated. You hated the way that he had something on you. Even if it was some small comment you made when asleep. But he knew what you said. And you had his word for it. You had no doubt you had said something embarrassing but what. Zoro was obviously winding you up, so at least you could take comfort in the fact that the best he could come up with was making some off-hand comment about Sanji.

Maybe you could play that a little… Sanji wasn’t bad looking, and obviously very good with his hands, strong thighs… Urgh. Christ. Not going there. Just enough for a little … gentlemanly rivalry. Just enough for Zoro to actually have an air of emotion about you. Not because he had bested you (which obviously he always did), not because he always out drank you (again, obviously), but because fuck. something had to happen. You would implode if it didn’t. Or explode. Something.

He was making you pathetic. You had never been pathetic about a man before. Never been pathetic about anyone before and yet here was this cocky, self-assured arsehole with a shit eating grin and canines so sharp all you could think about was them sinking into your neck and forearms with veins practically leaping into the ether they were so constrained.

So, really, honestly, who could blame you for sputtering words and being the absolute most embarrassing thing known to man at the prospect of confronting him about all of said bullshit. And you would confront him about it. Eventually. Maybe. Probably not. Only Nami had gotten you so shit faced, or rather you had gotten so shit faced with Nami. So the mature, adult thing to do was just to ignore him forever and hope that he got ugly and his personality matched. He would be a simple “haha what if” instead of the gnawing penetration at your ribcage. Denial and sarcasm could only stop the claws reaching further for so long.

So, of course, as it happened, it was an embarrassingly early hour to be stumbling below deck in search of a nap. So. Obviously. Conveniently, you just to happened to run into Zoro. Because why not. Why would everything go your way when it was far too much fun for the entire cosmos to align against you. And when you said run you meant run. Face full of unmoving pectorals.

“Oh – I-”

“Y/N-”

You both looked at each other awkwardly because it seemed as if all you ever did was look at each other awkwardly. Each one with baited breath, and each one exhaling a sigh of relief or regret. You broke first – pressing your lips together and feigning interest in your shoes. “Nami doesn’t think I do. And she would know. So I don’t. So,” you held out a hand, “Glad to clear that up.”

Zoro reluctantly took your hand, eyebrows furrowed, “Good?” He wasn’t quite sure what he was agreeing to. But you seemed determined and lest he find himself in the midst of you and your determination. Besides, it would only be a fleeting determination. He knew you well enough that anything that was of the utmost import one night would be forgotten by the cold, sober light of day.

You smiled brightly, an ever put on smile if ever Zoro saw one. “Good. Great. Right.”

And with that you were gone.

He flexed his hand a little – almost involuntarily; despite the confusion he was not immune to the shiver running along his spine.

[joyish-little-boy]

One Backstory to Rule them All

Anyone else think about how Sanji's backstory parallels every other Strawhat's backstory?

1. Luffy - Luffy is the most obvious, as they quite literally flashback to Shanks losing his arm right after Sanji explains how Zeff sacrificed his leg for Sanji. It's interesting the parallel here - because Shanks sacrifice is what took Luffy a step further in his dreams and made him determined to be the captain of his own pirate crew rather than simply joining Shank's crew, which is what he wanted to do previously. Now, for Sanji, Zeff's sacrifice had the opposite effect and Sanji chained himself to Zeff and what remained of Zeff's dreams rather than being pushed forward by it.

2. Zoro - I find it interesting that all of the Monster Trio parallel each other in their backstories in that all of them constantly lost when they were kids. Zoro lost 2001 times to Kuina, Luffy lost 50 fights to Ace and 50 to Sabo every day, and Sanji was constantly being beaten by his siblings. Each were called weak by those beating them, and each grew past that. What's also interesting to me is that there's the specific method of losing in Sanji's losing montage that's a direct callback to Zoro's backstory, as Oda includes multiple scenes of Sanji being beat at fights with wooden swords.

The difference being that Kuina is a decent human being and doesn't abuse Zoro. She calls him weak, but ultimately respects him as a rival and Zoro respects her in turn. Luffy also eventually earns that respect, though Sanji never does which leads to a noticeable difference in how Zoro and Sanji see themselves and their places on the crew - Thriller Bark I think being a perfect example of how Sanji believes that he's replaceable in a way that Zoro doesn't.

3. Nami - Nami and Sanji were both kids that found themselves in abusive situations, though at different ages. For both of them, their abuse centered around a man who's belief in their own superiority led them to a sense of entitlement to what was theirs. Arlong believed in his own biological superiority and Judge believed in the superiority of the Vinsmoke name, as well as genetic superiority which led him to experiment on his own children. Arlong values the lives of fishmen, the lives of the rest of his crew over the lives of Nami and the rest of her village. Judge values the lives of his other children over Sanji, seeing him as a failure for the way he was born (although it's also mentioned he blames Sanji for what happened with Sora). I think another very interesting parallel in their stories is the role of their respective older sisters. Nojiko and Reiju both privately support their younger sibling but both cannot stand up to the abusive figure in their lives. Nojiko gets tattoos to match Nami's to help her feel less alone, she listens to Nami, and does her best to try and support her through the 8 years of hell (8 years being another parallel to other members of the crew including Sanji). Reiju for her part laughs along with her brothers, but never lays a hand against Sanji and does her best to patch him up after everyone is gone. Their actions are indirect and discreet, save for the final fights, and that muted care is a very interesting part of each of their characters and it's why, I think neither of them felt it was their place to accompany their siblings on their journey. When Nami leaves, Nojiko lets her go, like she's always let her go. And Reiju pushes Sanji to leave, just as she pushed before. That regret of not being able to help more will stick with them forever.

4. Usopp - Usopp's backstory is all of 5 seconds long and still manages to parallel Sanji's somehow??? If I had a nickel for each strawhat who's mom was sick and died from illness when they were young, I'd have 2 nickels-

5. Chopper - HOO boy the parallel of your biological family hating you for the way that you were born and neglecting/abusing you for it hits right on Chopper's blue nose. Now, it's not all bad for either of them, though - considering they each had someone that accepted them for who they were. Chopper had Hiraluk and Sanji had Sora. Hiraluk inspired Chopper to be a doctor, emphasizing he had the most important qualification - a big heart. Sora meanwhile cried about how kind Sanji was to Reiju and her nurse, when he told her to "get better soon", calling him the "sweetest boy in the world". That kindness - that caring nature, is something that Hiraluk and Sora would do anything to protect and it's so evident that these two cared deeply for their kids. It's why Hiraluk ate that poisoned mushroom and encouraged Chopper to become a doctor and Sora ate the ruined food despite her fragile constitution and asked Sanji to cook for her again! This is love, baby!

These two kids were willing to risk so much to bring nourishment and care to the ones they loved, BOTH standing up to their biological families - Chopper fighting through his old herd of reindeer to get the mushroom, and Sanji sneaking out risking his father's wrath and braving the storm and wild dogs to deliver the food. Hiraluk and Sora are Chopper's and Sanji's source of encouragement which kick start each of their passions. And both of them tragically die which is honestly just heartbreaking. But all hope isn't lost, and both Chopper and Sanji find a new mentor, ones who are strict - but do care a lot for each of them, and help them develop the discipline they need to learn their respective crafts. Kurehara and Zeff are interesting parallels, both tough older mentors who are sharp of tongue and strict with their new apprentices. They can be this way without discouraging Chopper and Sanji, because the passion has already been ignited and so it's easy to see how they're good fits for helping these two live up to their full potential.

6. Robin - the big parallel with these two boils down to these two scenes and I sob about both of them.

Saul and Reiju, telling them to set out to sea, placing faith in the vastness of the world, knowing that they've done everything they can for now and planting that seed of hope that someday Robin and Sanji will meet people that can give them what they deserve is just such a touching moment. While this parallel is interesting, what's also interesting is the ways in which these two characters differ. The danger that Robin runs from is something that chases her, whereas the danger that Sanji runs from is his family and once he's made it onto the boat he's free. Robin thought she would never be safe, Sanji thought he was safe up until the wedding fiasco. And precisely the thing that hurts Sanji - the fact that his family wanted him gone - is so different from what's hurting Robin - the fact that she'll never be left alone by the government. Robin is wanted for the skills she and only she has, her story is (wo)man vs world, her bounty set at 79,000,000 which is the literal value on her head. Sanji is unwanted for the skills he, and he alone (in his family) lacks. There's no bounty, no one goes after him. His story is man vs self and undoing the damage that was done to his psyche as a child. It's so fascinating to me the way that both of these characters are saved by the crew in similar but such different ways, the way that each of them wanted to die, but for different reasons. Robin wanted to sacrifice herself because she's been betrayed and hurt by the world so many times that she couldn't trust in the strawhats' love. She loved them too much to risk being hurt like that again. Sanji wanted to sacrifice himself because he'd rather die than inconvenience the crew. Rather than not believing in their love, he doesn't believe he's worth that love, preferring to solve his problems on his own. And I think that it's so fitting the way that both of their stories intersect in Wano, with Robin being able to protect Sanji and Sanji finally believing in his own worth enough to ask for help. They're such different characters, with Sanji wearing his heart on his sleeves and Robin holding her's close to her chest and such interesting mirrors of each other.

7. Franky - they're cyborgs, what else can I say? The difference here is clear - Sanji's body was modified without his consent, whereas Franky modified himself. They're also both unwanted children, with Franky's parents abandoning him on Water 7 whereas Sanji's father was happy when Sanji left.

8. Brook - the parallel here is in the loneliness that both of them experienced, and really Sanji just got a taste of what Brook went through. Sanji and Brook were both parts of different crews before they were on the strawhats, albeit Sanji as a child and for a very short time, whereas Brook was with the Rumbar pirates for a longer time as an adult journeying very similarly to how the strawhats are now. Both were the sole survivors of their respective crews after being attacked, and though Sanji had Zeff on the rock, neither of them communicated with each other for the first 70 days after their initial agreement. Sanji felt a taste of the 50 years that Brook had to go through, with no food or water or way to escape off his abandoned pirate ship.

9. Jimbei - honestly I don't really have a good comparison for these two, other than they're both people who when confronted with the cruelty of others chose irrational kindness. Jimbe eventually learned how to live with and respect humans, and Sanji wouldn't let his family die, even after everything they put him through. They're both people who derived their codes of honor from others - Jimbei from Fisher Tiger and Queen Otohime and Sanji from Zeff. Idk maybe there's more there, but i don't really have too much to say about these two

Anyways, idk i just think they're neat 👉👈 and the way that Oda threw in parallels to all the other character's when completing Sanji's backstroy is so fascinating to me

[foralternateuniverses]

More at midnight au

did y'all see that official picture of Ace and Luffy for the radio show? yeah

Whitebeard (&co) worked at a radio station till Akainu (&Teach) fucked them over and Whitebeard decided to go -let´s see what are the youngsters into these days- and it's gonna end up growing from podcast to vtubers or sth

Whitebeard's crew becomes so popular people are begging for them to do those podcast videos but ofc Whitebeard won't make them reveal their faces so those who aren't comfortable doing so end up getting vsonas lmao Ace, to whoever is making the characters: make them look super cool

Ichiji has insomnia and Ace's narcolepsy also fucks up his schedule so his talk shows tend to be quite late at night and Ichiji always listens to his shows .... He's just a big fan of Ace's voice and the wide variety of topics present on his shows....

Deuce is Ace's writer At some point Ace and his team get in trouble for no reason (and by no reason I mean Akainu is being difficult cuz he doesn't like them) so they stop working at the radio station and Ichiji is distraught until he finds Whitebeard now has a podcast channel...

Ichiji doesn't know it but he's closer to Ace than he thinks

He and Deuce grew up in the same social circles so they've been friends since forever (went through an edgy phase together lmao) and Deuce has been besties with Ace since they became roomies at college (after Deuce was disowned for dropping med school in favour of creative writing)

And on top of that Yonji is dating Sabo (they attend the same mixed martial arts club/class)

And Sanji is also besties with Luffy

It's nothing less than divine intervention that he hasn't met Ace because they have a lot of people in common

Ps, Ace is studying veterinary while Ichiji is studying anthropology (Robin is his tutor) Sabo is in law school and Yonji is in robotics with Niji (Franky is their fav teacher)

Ichiji ends up meeting Ace through his internship at the closest vet, Ace might be specializing in working with big animals but he also has to learn to deal with the small ones Nyasha gets sick and Ichiji takes her to the vet, where Ace assists them Ichiji is internally panicking because he knows that voice...

Ace is happy to know that Ichiji enjoys listening to him and that he helps with his insomnia, so ofc he asks him about his favourite shows Ichiji will never admit that it´s the Valentine´s events so he says sth random

Ichiji stick his foot all the way in his mouth like “have you ever considered doing ASMR I hear it’s trendy” and then the next episode he regrets it so much because Ace is just whispering in his ear -> worst thing is that Ace thanks "Red"'s suggestion and Ichiji wants to throw himself off the balcony

Now let me add the lemon:

has Ichiji jacked off to Ace´s voice? Hint: the answer isn´t no

what better use of Judge's money than paying for access to "spicy" audios that Ace has in the Patreon

some involve Ace saying dumb pic-up lines and Ichiji "hates" that Ace makes those bad pick-up lines work

and it's lines someone else has already tried on him and it very much did not work then but now... from Ace...

Ace trying to see if can make Ichiji come with just his voice Spoiler: he probably can

Ichiji cockwarming Ace while he's doing a live...

[pampushky]

Creature (Both Haunted & Holy)

Vinsmoke Sanji/Reader - Chapter 18 - 6.1k

As the night brings unexpected guests to your ship, you find yourself in your worst nightmare, while Sanji realizes just how hard he’s fallen.

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The ruckus of the town throwing a celebration for your crew is audible from whatever tavern they’ve holed up in. You feel one of your ears twitch, when you hear another loud cry, followed by laughter. There’s no one on the pier now, yet you can smell something in the air. 

It’s not the faint scent of your pod, which hangs forever around the ship. It’s wonderful, the way they’ve all melted together to form something cohesive that almost smells unified. There are hints of rubber, tangerines, and tobacco, all mixing to form something so unique that it could only be described as the Straw Hats. 

Your sunglasses had been slipped to rest on top of your head, no longer needing the cover from the sunlight. It’s a calm night, besides the occasional rowdy shout from the town. Nothing on the ship has changed, and it still sways sleepily in the water. Part of you regrets not joining your crew, but the logical side argues that it was necessary. You didn’t like crowds, and you weren’t a people person. The fact you hadn’t fully panicked in Loguetown was a miracle, honestly. 

Quietly, you hum as you walk around the ship, not focusing on watching it so much as you are staving off your boredom until the crew comes back to sleep for the night. The storage room had been reorganized and the logs were up to date now, and more dry goods had been dropped off by a few townsfolk. 

Something had been… off, though. Their smiles were much too wide, and their greetings too excited when they realized you were a selkie. You had made a note, just out of caution, to keep the goods you had gotten all separated from the main storage until you had Sanji back here to make sure they were safe to eat. 

Sanji. You wondered what he was doing now. He had a fair amount of people hanging off of him, and you really couldn’t blame them, he was attractive, if not a bit flirtatious with most people. It wasn’t like you were committed to him, anyway, despite what Nami had pointed out to you. Or that he had a reason to commit to you, or showing interest in you.

The women and even some of the men who had been vying for his attention as he was leaving the pier certainly looked better than you did on a given day. Subconsciously, you did look down at yourself. Gray, speckled skin, dashed with pink scars. The inner skin of your thighs had lightened as you had grown, just like any other leopard seal selkie. But they certainly didn’t have the same amount of scars or bony shoulders and thin arms. But even then, with you gaining your lost weight back, and slowly having your muscle loss reversed, could you be considered beautiful?

Leopard seal selkenfolk were not meant to be beautiful. They were not ringed, harp, spotted, or ribbon selkenfolk, with delicate patterns that drew the gaze of admirers, and gentle singing voices that would put even the most fussy pup to sleep in seconds. Leopard seals were warriors and builders, the workers of the isles they inhabited, and fierce protectors of the pod. They were large, and awkward, with clashing pelt colors in seal and selken form, with eyes that were dark as night and reflected light like a predator would. 

You were not pretty. This you knew. You saw it in your teeth, made for ripping apart prey, and understood it when your claws would unsheath themselves when you hunted fish for your pod. There was no beauty in your patchy-furred seal form when you tried to bask in the sun on the deck. So why should you try at this point?

As you passed by a window, you were surprised by your reflection in it. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t seen it since your liberation, but you… just hadn’t studied it in detail. 

There were those dark eyes. No whites, only chunks of basalt with flood-water irises. Dark hair that was slowly growing back out to the length it had been before you cut it, wild as kelp and refusing to be tamed into a bun. Chapped lips and a scarred cheek, with baby fat that would never leave. Dark gray speckles splattered themselves like coal dust down your nose and around your eyes and forehead. Your chin was the same pale gray as your inner thighs, and that color trickled down your neck and chest. 

The only thing that you did like about yourself was the small white freckles that danced along your skin, cutting through the dark gray. That was not a leopard seal. That was your mother, Sion, the only trait of her ringed seal lineage you had of her. 

You were no beauty, but at least you had your mother's freckles. You could live with that. 

A creak of someone walking on wood drew your attention, snapping you from your mildly self-deprecating observation. Whoever was trying to be sneaky, they were failing, and probably depending on how dark it was to mask their failure. Unfortunately for them, you could see as clearly in the dark as though it were day, and the small group that was making their way to the Going Merry’s gangplank was not aware that they were already spotted. 

You could be nice here, and just call the ocean to knock the gangplank down, sending all five people into the water. But you wanted to know more. So you waited, hiding in the shadows as they came aboard, and searched the deck. 

“Where is she?” One man hissed, swinging his head wildly as if that would help him see any better in the dark. They were talking about you, for some reason. It didn’t help that the sounds of merriment had died down as well, making a chill run down your spine, a warble wanting to make its way past your lips.

“I don’t know! She’s probably asleep!” A second man snapped. 

A grumbled agreement fell over the group, and you carefully moved around them, watching and listening. One woman started poking at the door to the galley, trying her best to look in through the window. Clearly, these were not master thieves. 

“I can’t see her in here!” She hissed to the group and you watched as another woman, and the first man who had spoken carefully went up the stairs to look in the door, before just pushing it open. 

“She’s not in there,” The man spoke again, sighing. “Search for any doors, we still don’t want to use any light.”

“That makes this even harder!” The final person spoke, their eyes wide and frustrated. “It’s one selkie and there’s five of us, I think we can take her!”

“Do you, now?” 

Five pairs of eyes whipped towards you as you spoke and struck Tide against the deck, the trident letting out a long, low ring, and shockingly, glowing as it did so. You were no beauty, yes, but in that moment, you were utterly terrifying as you seemed to disappear into a deep, heavy fog as you charged at the closest, that same person who had so confidently said that five of them could take you. 

As if on instinct, that small part of your brain that had been picking, nay, nagging at you silently ever since your crewmates had left. Touch them with your claws,��it whispered, and you agreed, free hand twitching as you brought Tide down in an arc. So you did, roaring as your claws unsheathed themselves, and your brain fogged, the thrill of the hunt making your adrenaline soar.

You thought of how you had caused frost to climb the walls back in Arlong Park and had intermittently since caused the water to change into ice and fog. It was natural, even as your claws only brushed against the person’s cheek. Their scream of pain was evidence enough for you if the sudden drop in temperature hadn’t made it clear. Before they could have a chance to recover, you brought Tide forward, slamming the flat of the points into their head, knocking them out cold.

Well done. 

“What the fuck was that?!”

“Holy shit!”

The next man charged, and you sidestepped, narrowly missing his strike. The nape of his neck– sink your claws in. 

“Frostbitten Claw! ”

There was an odd satisfaction when his entire body turned to ice, shattering when it hit the ground. The fog that had hidden you sunk low to the deck, but the temperature had dropped. You could feel it, chilling your skin, causing your breath to come out in clouds as the three remaining combatants stood in a triangle around you, unsure of who would go next. The first man to speak charged, along with a nearly identical woman, both wielding curved blades. 

“You’ll pay for that!”

Their attacks were merciless, keeping you on the defensive, as you countered against them, bits of ice and water exploding from Tide with every strike against the metal. Or was it made of ice itself? Either way, it wasn’t taking any damage, and it never warmed under your touch.

Another splash, and it gave you an idea. I could use this against them if I just get the chance to strike back, you glanced down, briefly, eyes widening. Right before the woman was going to attempt to strike upwards, the man would stumble a bit. It was consistent, too, happening with each strike. If you could get him to trip– perhaps on a chunk of his frozen ally, however grim that sounded– this fight could be over. 

“Getting tired? I’ll make sure you’ll pay for what you did to my friends! ” The woman sneered, pulling back her lips, as you continued to let yourself get backed up, waiting for your chance. She flipped the blade in her hand, making it go up, and right when she was about to hit Tide’s shaft, her partner stumbled, and fell into the arc of her attack, catching himself on her blade as she screamed, cutting into his belly. 

Quickly, you twirled your trident and brought the butt of the weapon into the woman’s face, grimacing when you heard the crunch of it making contact with her nose, before knocking her unconscious by bringing the shaft to hit the back of her head. By now, the temperature had dropped significantly around you, though you didn’t notice. 

A snowflake fell in front of the last woman, and she screamed, making for the gangplank. And oh, how your mind howled. To give chase, to remind her that it had been her group to come into your territory. Even as you charged after her, something felt wrong. Your humanity screamed for you to stop, while your instincts bayed for blood. 

What manages to yank you from your instinctual haze is a sharp pain in the back of your neck, the woman shaking in your ferocious grip, growling and baring your teeth. You don’t know what you were going to do originally, but decide it probably would be better to just toss her in the water, already frustrated by the fog that clouded your thoughts. It felt as though you were coming up from a deep dive, gasping for air as you looked around the deck. There was the shattered man and the half-frozen person. The couple who had been fighting you were slumped unconscious near the entrance to the anchor deck. It was a bloodbath, and your stomach churned. Had it really been you, who had done all that? Who had taken another person’s life?

The only thing you could hear was yourself getting sick over the side of the railing, vomiting into the ocean as you realized what you had done, calling for the water to wash away your terrible, terrible deeds until the deck was cleared.

There was still that stabbing pain in your neck, and as you brought your hand up to touch it, your fingers made contact with a hard plastic, pulling out a bright green dart. You stared down at it in horror and felt your breath hitch. That had been… what, a few minutes ago? How much time did you have left, if any at all? What had you been hit with? A low growl near your ear makes you freeze, turning to look behind you, as the last remnants of your battle are swept from the deck. 

Unwillingly, you let out a low warble, feeling terror seize your heart as a familiar shadow overtook your vision, with a sharp nose and furious eyes that you would know anywhere approaching. Only, it isn’t a shadow. It’s him, physical and real, with purple-gray skin, and greasy hair, towering over you.

Sanji cannot help but miss you, even as there is a woman practically throwing herself across him. He honestly wonders if he’s broken, because in another life, this would have been a dream, to be loved on and have all sorts of beautiful people hanging off of his very breath. But you aren’t here, and it makes him ache, fiending for you like an addict. Your gentle smile, and the delicate colors of your pretty skin, he misses you so desperately it scares him. Every part of you, he sees in someone here at the party. In the freckles of a beautifully tanned man who slides up next to him, purring praises. In the low, rumbling rasp of an older woman who plays with his hair. 

They’re not you. They don’t have your soft curves or bony joints. And though others would think those features unappealing, they’re real, and they’re human. It’s a sign you are still healing, and still growing. And that Sanji, by some miracle, is a part of that process. You trusted him to help you through that, to help your stomach readjust to a healthy diet, and to help fix the beating your body had taken in the two years of your captivity. It’s only been around three and a half months, he knows this, but he’s seen the progress you’ve already made. Sinewy muscles on your biceps and your thighs growing less plush and more cabled, along with your form filling back out, the softness of your cheeks returning to you, rather than the hollowed-out pout he had met you with. 

You were, in Sanji’s humble opinion, the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He tells this to Zoro, who looks incredibly done with his shit at this point, annoyed with how he’s managed to wax poetic for long periods about how wonderful you are, sighing your name, and looking longingly at the door. 

“It’s just that…. Ott’s so wonderful,” Sanji puts his chin in his hand, his cigarette pinched between his fingers. “How could anyone ever think to do such a thing to a woman, much less a teenager… how could anyone have done that to her and not wanted to rip their eyes out of their head?”

“Because people are bad sometimes, twirly-brows.”

“I know that, mosshead! It’s just….”

Sanji thinks of how you had taken care of his cut on his hand, and the sweet words you had spoken to him. Your genuine concern for the entire crew as you watched them so carefully, healing tiny wounds and taking the night’s watch the most often.

“Will you please stop sighing dramatically? I’m going to gag if you get any more lovesick,” Zoro groans, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palm. “Grow a pair and… do the seal dating thing. I don’t fucking know, man!”

“You think I should?” Sanji is tipsy, looking at Zoro with his mouth in an ‘o’ and wide-open eyes. 

“If it gets you to shut up, then yeah,” Zoro leans back, and the chef is still looking at him. “You’d better treat her right. Don’t cheat on her, or nothin'— I’ll cut you open if you do.”

“I want to show her nothing but love,” Sanji sighs dramatically, “D’you know she doesn’t think she’s pretty?”

“How do you know that?”

“I can feel it. Like, this deep sadness,” Sanji furrows his brow, and puts his hand over his heart, trying to will himself to feel it again, just like he had the first time. “I— I dunno, it happened after last night.”

“What happened last night?” Zoro cocked an eyebrow, setting his drink down. “What’d the seal do?”

“There was this spark—” Sanji begins, only to be interrupted by a woman throwing herself across his lap, a manicured hand sweeping down his chest as she dragged him to dance. 

Zoro is even more puzzled than before, watching as Sanji tries to think of a polite way to turn down the girl, and even when it grows later, and the swordsman pretends to sleep, he’s still confused by just what Sanji meant by feeling how you had felt. Just as Zoro thinks he is about to fall asleep, he hears a distant roar. One that sounds both terrified and fearsome at the same time, and hears the townspeople start to murmur. The mayor turns to face the door, swears loudly, and has an entire change in character, harshly whispering orders to people and shoving them out the door, only sparing a loathing glare for the Straw Hats. 

There’s another roar, and this is when Zoro takes this as a sign to leave, quietly opening a window and swinging out of it, climbing the wall to get onto the roof as quickly as possible, staring down at the crowd of hundreds before they even know he’s there. 

Back on the ship, you are in a panic. 

Arlong towers over you as you back away from him. One of his giant fists slams into the deck where you had just been, destroying it and leaving a giant hole. You screech, sprinting down the deck and jumping up onto the railing to leap to the pier. The fishman follows you, with a roar of your name. The moment your feet made contact with the wooden planks of the pier, you felt the temperature lower, the ground frozen underneath you covered in ice. That shouldn’t have been possible, especially with your lack of training, but that wasn’t exactly at the forefront of your main concerns. 

Eyes blown wide, teeth bared, claws out. Tide humming dangerously in your hand, the perfect image of a leopard seal warrior, primed to attack. But here you were, standing in the center of a perfect circle, the air growing ever colder around you as Arlong stood on the deck of your ship, glaring down at you. 

So you fled. Arlong alone couldn’t move the entire ship, even if he was using fishman karate. You let out another cry, trying your best to awaken your pod mates to what was happening, but all that came out was a high, reedy warble. Please, pod, help, unsafe! Terror clouded your mind as you ran ever faster.

Arlong hurled a plank of wood into your head, roaring in fury as he missed you completely. All you wanted was to curl up in your nest, deep under a blanket, with your pod around you. You let out another cry, pleading with whatever gods were out there to take some mercy on you. 

Sea Mother, please! Your chest started to ache. How long have you been running at this point? It was getting cold, too. That certainly wouldn’t help if you were just huffing and puffing the entire time, choking on cold air as you struggled to get away. But for every corner you turned, every time you thought you had gotten away, he was always there. And now you were caught somewhere between three buildings. 

“My little selkie has left me such a wonderful trail,” Arlong purred, and you felt your stomach drop. How could you have let yourself get cornered? “Did you miss me, sweet thing?”

“Please, leave me alone,” You take another step back, looking down at the ground, trembling. And there it was. The damned trail of frost and ice, coating the cobbles of the town. Your gift, your undoing. “Please don’t touch me, please just go away–”

“I’ll be doing much, much worse,” Arlong took another step forward, and you wailed, your hands over your ears, and claws sinking into your scalp as you did so, a rush of arctic air exploding forth from you. 

Where there had once been a visage of your captor standing over you, ready to pounce, was now a wall of ice, jagged and enormous. And you were tired, so, so tired. You could only hope that your podmates would find you, as you let yourself slump, letting out a sleepy warble for Sanji as your eyes fell shut.

Sanji wakes up with a start aware of two things. The first, is that you need his help, right now, and the second, is that something is deeply, deeply wrong. Zoro is gone, as well as Nami and Luffy, and Usopp is dead asleep on a couch near him. 

Cautiously, he shakes the sniper, who lets out a groan, slapping at his hand. 

“Fuck off, Luffy… s’to early….” Usopp turns and shoves his face into the couch cushions, groaning when Sanji shakes him again, finally cracking open one of his eyes, his sleepy expression turning confused when he realizes it’s not Luffy shaking him awake, “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know, but you need to get back to the ship and get it ready,” Sanji looks at the door when he hears a shout and several thuds. “I’m gonna find the rest of the crew.”

Usopp lets out a nervous sigh, and nods, making his way to a window to get out of the building. Sanji opts for the door, cracking it open to look outside, eyes widening as he looks at the carnage before him. Hundreds of people are tossed about like rag dolls, many bleeding out, dead, or groaning in pain, while down the street, he can see the unmistakable shape of his captain and swordsman being held by Nami, all looking up at the gigantic glacier that had definitely not been there when they had been lead into town. 

It’s monstrous, engulfing half the town, with a deep fog rolling off it from the drastic temperature difference. A trail of ice and frost leads the way up to it, and somewhere deep in Sanji’s head, something aches and whines. You were there. Somehow, you were there, and you had gotten involved in whatever mess this was. Sanji doesn’t know how he knows this, but he’s certain of it. He can still feel the ache, though it’s not painful. It’s like a phantom pain, nagging at the back of his mind, pulling at his heart, searching for some missing half he’s only just noticed is gone.

And then it hits him, your scent washing over him as he sprints forward towards the fog. Rotten leaves and a storm-churned sea, with a hint of blood that makes his skin prickle. He doesn’t know where you are, but he knows that he has to help you, and needs to be able to tell you how he feels. He doesn’t care that Nami shouts at him to stop, or that Ms. Wednesday is standing in shock behind his crewmates.

There’s a tug at his mind again, and through flickers of panic, he sees you, lying on the ground, sleeping. Then there’s the panic. The way your blood felt like syrup in your veins. And him. Arlong, chasing you, always just a half step ahead or behind you to never let you have a movement to think. 

“I’ll kill him,” Sanji stops for a moment, letting himself be still, heart pounding in his chest, as he calls your name, cupping his hands around his mouth as he does so. The little itch at the back of his mind flickers, and it’s like he knows exactly where you are as he takes careful steps, guided by that small tug. The fog gets deeper, and he can feel the drop in temperature. The ice path turns to snow, crunching under his shoes. 

The snow you lay in is soft, not too cold for you. It reminds you so much of the time you had spent outside as a child, watching as human sailors on the docks grumbled about the chill in the air, while selken pups were running around barefoot, unbothered by the weather. You can almost see Sion and Feann chasing your younger twin brothers, while an old friend, some red-haired man, watches with a cackle, clearly amused. 

There’s a gentle hand on your head, and you can feel the pins and needles sensation that was being healed. You only want to sleep, but the prickle against your skin gets more insistent, and the touch slightly harsher. It doesn’t hurt you, nothing even close to pain, but it instills an urgency to rise and open your eyes. 

oh my small one what has happened to you all these years ?

It’s familiar, just fuzzy enough in the back of your mind, and makes you think of the grandmother you had only heard of in stories. Sweet, loving Coth, who had left her home island of Neath to be with your grandfather. Feann’s mother, who you looked so much like, and who you had been held by only once as a newborn. But it’s not mortal, it lacks the tone and drawl that you would expect. But it’s sweet and loving.

The sweet voice hums, and you feel as though the touch travels down your face, tracing your chin. It’s warm, and it makes you whine and lean into the touch. 

your other soul searches for you pup . you must answer him my small one . 

As if on cue, you hear it, or rather, feel it first, a gentle pull that makes your eyes flutter open. The world is blurry for the first few seconds, and the touch fades. 

i will be back soon my small one . never fear that i am away from you for long . i have always been there to guide you . 

Around you is a cloud of fog, hanging low and almost hiding you completely as you sit up with a groan, your entire body aching. Everything smells of your distress, tinged with freezer burn. You shudder, feeling a stabbing pain in your ribs, as if there was a knife lodged between them. 

Somewhere to your left Sanji calls your name, loud and desperate. You groan as you try to get up, looking over to try and find him. You feel the pull again, letting out a warble to hopefully help him. Your vision blurs again as you manage to push yourself up onto one of your knees, falling onto your stomach as you do so. 

Sanji hears the crunch of snow as you fall forward, and watches as the fog puffs upwards slightly as you disturb it. He’s by your side in a second, and you let out a low whine, flinching when his hand brushes against your shoulder. 

“Are you hurt?” 

“I don’t know,” your ribcage throbs and you tuck your pelt around yourself tighter, gasping as you try to sit up again. “I– Sanji, Arlong was here, he was hunting me!”

The cook stiffens, and helps you stand, letting you lean heavily on him as you wince in pain, closing your eyes tightly as you try to take a step forward. Sanij sees how your legs wobble, and picks you up, one arm looped under your torso and the other under your legs. You let out a small squeak in shock, looking up at him. For a second, there’s a bit of fear in your eyes, before one of your hands grips his suit jacket tightly, bracing yourself against him.

“Sorry, I should have asked before I did that,” He looks around carefully, surveying the area as he starts to jog, keeping you safe in his arms, though he looks at where you hold one of your hands over your stomach. “What do you mean, by that, was it like last night?” 

“N–No, he was actually here, I could smell him, he was able to touch me,” You shudder, and unconsciously tuck yourself closer to his chest, staring at your hands, ��I swear, he was right there! ”

“I believe you, I believe you, you don’t have to prove anything,” Sanji soothes, and you let out another warble, closing your eyes again. The world was getting blurry again, and it hurt to breathe.  “I should have stayed on the ship with you, I’m so sorry.”

“S’okay,” You felt exhausted, letting yourself go limp, ‘Y’here now, Ji.”

“Hey, hey, keep those pretty eyes open for me,” Sanji looks down at you and then looks back up. He can see the rest of the crew now, getting lectured by Nami. 

“Y’think my eyes are pretty?” You blink, voice slurred.

“They’re gorgeous,” He manages to laugh a bit, looking down at you with a smile despite the gravity of the situation. The crew looks up at him, a bit confused especially considering that you’re in his arms. “C’mon, we’re almost there, we’ll get back to the ship–”

“Oh gods,” You start to shake again as the crew realizes you’re the one in Sanji’s arms.

“Sanji, what’s going on?” Nami takes a step forward, looking at you with shock, before quickly pulling your pelt aside after she sees a bit of red on your shirt. “You’re– you’re bleeding, oh my gods–”

“Oh.” You look down and find that the pain in your ribs is from a shard of the glacier embedded in your torso, some of your blood frozen to it. Sanji lets out a distressed noise, unable to look away from it. “That… hah, that explains a bit.”

“I’m getting her back to the ship, now,” Sanji holds you a bit tighter, and looks at Ms. Wednesday, who looks utterly devastated by this sudden turn of events. He doesn’t know what’s going on, but he does know one thing. Something happened, and she played a part in it, and as such, is one of the reasons you’re injured. “We need to leave, there’s something seriously wrong here.”

“I can explain it all,” The woman looks shaken, looking at the glacier, and then back at you. “I’m – I’m sorry, I didn’t know this would happen … I’m so sorry.”

You scent the air, thick with confusion and anger, and Sanji holds you just a bit closer, frowning at the woman deeply as he makes his way to the Going Merry without so much as looking back, sprinting as quickly as he can without jostling you. 

“How'd you even get out there?”

“Some people ambushed me,” You lean against his chest, starting to feel tired again. “I think I killed people, Sanji. I think I killed someone.”

There’s a heavy silence as Sanji lets out a heavy breath, a bit shaken by your statement. 

“You were defending yourself,” His hands squeeze tight enough to keep you awake and you whine, flinching. “Sorry– did that hurt?”

“Everything hurts.”

“Just keep your eyes open, we’re almost home.”

“Home?” You blink sluggishly, confused. “I don’t have a home.”

“You do now,” Sanji slows as he comes to a stop near the gangplank. Usopp is rushing around the deck, as quickly as possible to get the ship ready to go. “Remember? You’re my pod, you have a wonderful pod now.” 

You let out a low hum, fighting to keep your eyes open, one of your hands falling to your wound. “I need water, I have to heal this…”

“I can do that,” Sanji jerks his head to Usopp, sharply whistling to get his attention as he rests you on a crate gently. “Watch Ott, she’s hurt–”

“I’ll be fine,” You almost fall off the crate, saved by Usopp, who’s shaking as he holds you up, swallowing thickly when he sees your wound. 

“Stay,” Sanji looks at you for a second, holding his hands up at you. “Don’t move… do not… move, Ott, I’m serious.”

“I’m fine,” You look at him with a challenging look, but stay where you sit. 

Sanji crosses the deck quickly, looking down only when he steps on a bright green dart, eyes widening as the pieces of the story all shift into place. But he doesn’t have the time to do much besides remind himself to pick it up and save it in a little baggie after you’ve been treated. He grabs a pitcher, fills it up to its brim, and rushes back out to you, relieved to find you still sitting on the crate, though you don’t look happy about it.

He sets it next to you, and as you move to sit up a bit more, he helps you, a hand on your shoulder to help you. When your handshakes, he hesitantly places his over it, and you trill weakly, leaning into him as you start to focus on the water, letting it swirl from the pitcher, and then splash across your torso, weaving its way over your skin, knitting it back together by moving the energy back and forth, back and forth. 

Some part of Sanji’s mind twitches, and it’s as though he can feel your exhaustion, silently trying to will some of his own energy to go to you. Your gaze flutters up to him, and he weaves his fingers through your own, helping to guide your hand through the motions, keeping the water moving. You wince, especially when the chunk of glacier melts away, and the hole left starts to scab over. That’s when you collapse, utterly spent, leaning heavily against the cook. He’s left feeling empty again, as though a part of his heart is missing, but you’re back on the ship, and he has you, safe and sound in his lap. 

An explosion rocks the island, so much so that the Going Merry shakes in the water. You let out a groan, and Usopp swears under his breath, going back to getting the ship ready. 

“Go help him,” You gently push on Sanji’s chest, “I’ll be right here.”

“Y’sure?” Sanji studies your face, and he doesn’t like how your eyes droop. 

“Mhm,” You delicately push yourself off his lap and prop yourself up on the crate. “I’ll be here, promise. Won’t move at all.” 

The two of them manage to get the boat nearly ready when Zoro, Nami, Luffy, and Ms. Wednesday approach the boat, the bluenette hugging herself tightly. Sanji is gathering up the pieces of the dart when the sharp smell of the drug it had contained hits him, making him recoil and drop it again, looking over at you, and at his crew as they walk up the gangplank. He doesn’t breathe in as he bags it up, holding it delicately. Some of the liquid, a bright yellow, pools in the bottom of the baggie. 

The ship pushes off, slower than usual without your aid, and Sanji makes sure to sit behind you, never taking his eyes off of Ms. Wednesday as the rest of the crew starts to look at her, one by one. Zoro takes his place beside you, only briefly making eye contact with Sanji before looking back at the woman in the center of the deck. 

You lean forward, interested, despite the pain in your torso, and then the scent hits you. Deep, deep shame, and a refusal to meet your eyes as you stand very slowly, making your way to her, and looking at the dart in her hands, realizing the part she played in your injury. 

“What did you do?” You whisper, and Zoro carefully guides you back to the crate, where Sanji has to hold onto your arm, “No– What did you do? You– what did you do to me?! ”

Luffy is the one who gets the boat to quiet down. He quietly explains, uncharacteristically serious as he does so, and you feel your world crumble slightly. 

“We’re helping her,” Luffy looks at you, and you feel your stomach sink, anxiety thrumming in your veins, “That doesn’t make you getting drugged okay, or the fact that they planned on killing all of us okay either. She’s going to make it up to us,” He looks at Vivi, who’s actively staring at you in horror, “But we can’t let a country die, Ott. We can’t just sit by and let that happen.”

Luffy doesn’t go after you when you make your way down to the girl's dorm, shrugging off any help offered by Nami or Usopp. Sanji goes to follow after you, only to have Zoro grab his shoulder, shaking his head at the cook who lets out a loud shout of ‘putain’ and storms into the galley. The deck is left in silence, with Vivi starting to cry as the crew disburses to run the ship, Karoo cuddling up beside her as the sun rises in the distance.

[take-the-el]

Slight marine ford spoilers ~

Warmth… contentedness. Security and trust. Luffy gazed into his lover’s eye, a soft smile on his lips.

“Whatcha looking at, Cap’n?” Zoro rasped, tilting his head further down to meet Luffy’s gaze.

“You. Always you.” Luffy whispered back, resting his hand on Zoro’s chest.

“You’ll never leave me will you?”

Zoro could see the darkness and pain lurking behind the pure sunshine in his captain’s eyes, and a deep wave of sorrow resonated through him, echoing throughout his very depths.

“Never again. I will follow you to the ends of the universe, to Hell and back again.” Zoro briefly closed his eye, the regret of not being there during his Captain’s, his lover’s, darkest moment, still as fresh and strong as when he first saw the news.

Opening his eye, Zoro stood strong under his Captain’s steady gaze.

“I am yours. Forever and always. My loyalty, my soul, is yours. My swords, my power and strength, are yours to command. You are my North Star, my home, my haven, Luffy. My Captain.” Interlacing his fingers with Zoro’s, Luffy smiled wider.

“I know.” Was all he said. Was all he needed to say. For his eyes held the same honest desire, trust, and that was all Zoro needed to see.

Love to them wasn’t based on carnal desire. Zoro has seen the desires of men and been unswayed, only one capturing his attention- His Captain, but neither of them felt the urge to submit to the acts of sexuality that they’ve witnessed on the seas.

Soft touches in the morning, smelly kisses before breakfast and sparring on the deck before noon. Zoro saving snacks for Luffy to give to him after battles, and Luffy stealing Sake from Sanji’s stash for Zoro. The light as their eyes meet after a particularly hard fight, checking to make sure that they were still there. Still in one piece. Late night talks, counting the stars until the sun rises. Zoro holding Luffy tight, reminding him that he’ll never be alone again. The comfort of seeing each other every day, of Zoro taking Luffy swimming and making sure he doesn’t drown. The softness and trust they show each other, combated by how they push each other to constantly improve. There wasn’t a need or overwhelming desire and urge to have sex, but when they did, it was for both of them to enjoy, just another act of love. Another way of showing their appreciation and trust in each other, of being there for each other. Love to them, was a whole-hearted level of pure trust and companionship.

[kodzuken-chan]

Can I request Monster trio, reacting to their s/o giving them a wedding invitation. (They are not the groom)

A/N: Hiyaaa, of Course you can, its been a while since I received requests anyways ✌🏻 Les go~!!

Here you go, Hope you like it~!!

Pictures are not mine, Credits to the owners

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Monster Trio reacting to their S/O giving them a wedding invitation (They're not the Groom) Headcanon

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Luffy

"Haaaaaa?!!!! Your Wedding Invitation?!!!!" He snapped

"Yes Luffy my Wedding Invitation, you sure have a unique reaction" you chuckled

"But Y/N!! you're my wifey!!!" He pouted

"No you silly, That's Only when we play House game" you playfully punched him

Luffy sighed but immediately congratulated you with his iconic smile

He externally Looked unbothered for the rest of the day

You'd say so because he's Luffy, these things aren't part of his interest

But you're wrong

Luffy is not that dumb to not acknowledge the romantic feelings he had for you

To him, It was just the matter of dealing with that feeling and how to express it to you.

He knew that he failed in doing it

Although Its rare to see Luffy engrossed in his thoughts

It happens only when its something very serious

But later when the night sets

He'd be stargazing alone on his favorite seat of all times, Sunny Go's head.

"Tell me Sunny...Why do I keep losing the people I love? Y/N is special to my heart...but it hurts that she's going away. She seems happy so I should cheer on her right? Shishishishi" he said to Sunny in a sad tone

Zoro

"Hmm? What's this?" He asked as you handed him the wedding invitation

"Its my wedding invitation card, you must attend Zoro" you said poking his arms

"Sure, Congrats btw" he simply said

His face remaind the way it was until you left

Then his faced darkened

During the whole time you were in a relationship, he always felt annoyed for some reason

But never actually learnt about why he feels that way

But realization hit him the moment you handed him the invitation card

And then he knew the reason for his annoyance

He was in love with you

He fell in Love with a girl for the first time in his life, and yet he stand no chance to have her

She's out of his reach

He simply sat later that night drinking his sorrow and anger away

"Never lost a battle before, but this time I did, I wasn't able to win your heart Y/N" He thought while looking at the wide dark sky.

Sanji

The color drained off his face once he looked at the invitation card extended infront of him

"W-What's that Y/N-chan?" He questioned

"You dummy that's obviously my wedding invitation, I'm inviting you to it~" you smiled happily

He remained silent for few seconds

And his expression changed 180°

He smiled at you just like the picture above ☝🏻

And congratulated you with a tight hug

But his heart was wenching in pain

It was burning with regret and jealousy

He knew that you were seeing someone for the last few months

But he never expected that you will take it seriously

Ending up with Marriage

Now someone else is going to take you away from him, but this time forever

However, he'll never tell you about his feelings

And will cheer up for you from afar

As long as you're happy, he'll support you

"Maybe that was for the better, she deserves someone better than me, I hope you live your happily ever after princess" he said, smoking as he viewed the ocean.

[soleilnomoon]

supplicate ; zoro x reader.

2.4k words, fem reader (no pronouns), nsfw babey, 18+ mdni, a lot of angst bc that's the shit i like ok (feat. a bit of alcohol, fingering, etc. etc. etc. u get the gist). this took forever, but it's finally done, the long awaited sequel to "excessive" *washes hands*

previous ⤹

fragmented moments accumulate over time, leaving bitterness and desperation in its wake. a path of destruction that you willingly walk in order to preserve what’s left of your pride. hours slip through your careless fingers. days coil themselves individually around your neck, tightly squeezing, sleep evading you night after night. weeks leave you with dark circles underneath your eyes that you don’t bother concealing anymore. it’s all the same. you, with ink-stained hands holding onto empty quill bottles, ripped pieces of parchment littered around your room — the pieces full of impalpable scribbles, doodles, and rants — crumbled pages tossed haphazardly on the hardwood floor, a bottle of wine you don’t remember drinking standing upright near the leg of your desk, your half-eaten dinner no longer appealing as you contemplate what to do.

 it’s futile — 

this search for absolution to a sin you don’t regret committing. 

guilt finds a way back into your heart all over again; with trembling arms, you welcome the pain in the hopes that you’ll finally find some form of freedom from it all. 

months pass and pass and nothing’s changed.

he’s made an impossible decision. respecting your space is the least he can do — he’s quite good at feigning indifference, at steeling himself to fleeting feelings, at ensuring that no one penetrates the walls he’s spent years building. 

at dinner he chooses the seat that’s the furthest from you, keeping to the far back wall, hoping the distance will do him some good — and, still, he thinks, it’s not far enough.

what he needs is a new continent, more oceans, possibly another planet or two. anything to stay away — anything to not have to look at you, to not have to bear witness to your slow descent into sorrow. if anything, he’s doing you a favor.

except, it doesn’t feel that way.

you do your best to feign interest in conversation with the others, try to offer lighthearted jokes and comments; sanji prattles on and on about a new recipe he wants to try, usopp regales everyone with tales of some false sea voyage he claims to have been a part of, luffy inhales nearly everything he can get his hands on, and yet—

you’ve never been so impossibly aware of another person’s presence. even though you don’t look his way, you feel his gaze on the side of your face. an itch underneath your skin, one you can’t ever hope to reach. it travels all over, rattling your bones, tugging on your heart, muddling your thoughts, blindsiding your reason — you have to count slowly to calm your nerves. on a whim, while the others are distracted, you chance it, swirl your wine in your glass and sip slowly, eyes drifting his way.

because life is ironic at the most inconvenient times, he catches you. the moment prolongs because you can’t seem to look away. too afraid to blink, too afraid to look away. is this it? is there nothing to be done or said? the glass of whiskey grows heavy in his hand, but it’s not enough to give him that sort of blind courage.

the wine is tart, somewhat sweet, clings to your tongue, loosening it as you go for a third glass. dessert is served but you don’t stay. you feign sleepiness, not able to bear the heaviness of his gaze any longer. with flushed cheeks and a head full of increasingly distracting thoughts, you make your way back to your room. the wine is long gone, the glass left somewhere long forgotten as you pad through the corridors, light on your feet, as if you don’t want to disturb the silence on this floor of the ship.

it’s not until you’re in front of his room that you realize you took a completely different flight of stairs, that you bypassed your room entirely, and while you have enough time to turn back around you hesitate.

why? the question sits in the back of your mind, fermenting slowly, the answer plain as day, you simply don’t want to acknowledge it.

after a minute of silent contemplation, you take a step back, only to find that you’ve collided with a much larger, firmer body behind you. there’s no need to apologize or to guess who it is, because you’re more in tune with him than you ever want to admit.

it’s not the whiskey that compels him to speak, but an absurd, yet resolute desire to know, “what are you doing here, y/n?” curiosity mixed with doubt douse his words, make you swallow back the lies that build on the back of your tongue. pressing your back against the door, you try again, hands nervously playing with the ends of your hair. 

“i…,” you lick your lips, unsure of how to proceed, your heart pounding loud enough to drown out your thoughts and whatever else zoro says to you. everything about his presence commands your attention, so you’re unable to look away from him. there’s something about the way he looks at you, like you’re complicated, an enigma, and a blessing all at once. 

you wish you had a fourth glass of wine.

“i’m waiting,” he says patiently, and somehow this rattles you even more. he’s waiting? what about all of the waiting you’ve done? the thought alone pisses you off, forces you to forget whatever demure attitude you were touting previously so that you can place a hand on his chest and shove as hard as you can.

“don’t bullshit me.” you regard him coolly, face burning — from the wine, the proximity, your misplaced anger, you’re not quite sure — hands balled into fists. “is that all you have to say to me?”

his confusion invades every crevice of his body, but it gives him time to come up with what he deems is an appropriate enough response. 

“no.” 

succinct. in bad taste, perhaps. and not exactly what you want to hear. the hand you so boldly placed on his chest is now cradled in his. rough, calloused fingers touch the inside of your wrist, move to your palm and stroke once, twice, three times. adagio; the only tempo that you both seem to excel at. eyelids lowering, you don’t waste time asking why, your hand simply curls around his fingers, halting his movement entirely. 

if he continues like this, you might not be able to function properly in front of him.

“please,” you say, voice soft enough to rouse something suspiciously close to affection deep within him. “please, i just can’t—” a single tear cascades down your cheek; whether it’s due to sorrow or want, you’re not sure.

possibly both at this point.

not inherently cruel by nature, he obliges. once, he tells himself, just once. once is all it will take; one time to get it completely out of his system, to get you out of his head; maybe if he indulges, he’ll be able to finally move on. except, it won’t really but just one time, will it? you both know that, the truth putting you in a daze, one that is tricky enough to hold you hostage; rather than delay the inevitable, he gives in. 

you’re still pleading with him when he gingerly kisses the center of your palm, still pleading when he brushes his lips against yours; his kiss is warm, firm, debilitating. your pleas drown in the midst of a revitalized surge of adrenaline that pumps through you when his teeth graze against your bottom lip — a nip, a tug, a pinprick of pain. a sense of urgency claims your common sense; avarice, gluttony, lust; a kaleidoscope of sensations, all compel you to kiss him again.

he tastes like whiskey — smoke and spice; intoxicating and forbidden. you remind him of an elusive, recurring dream, the wine still sweet on your tongue, his fingers thread through your hair; an attempt to ground himself as he consumes you in the only way he knows how. there’s nothing tender about any of this, but you take each bruising kiss of his, each caress of his tongue, the sinister way your legs give in would be comical if the situation wasn’t so dire.

there’s a flame growing within you, one that matches his; if you pay attention carefully, you’ll find that they’re nearly identical. 

when he releases you, it’s only so he can reach around and open the door; a thick haze coasts around your mind, you make your way into his room with little issue, which pleases him immensely. he hates having to waste time explaining things. as a reward, zoro is on you again, foot kicking at the back of his door to close it, his hands exploring the curves along your body as he places kiss after kiss down your throat, tongue gliding along the skin. insatiable and troublesome — that’s what he is.

but, that’s not what comes out of your mouth when he sucks on your skin. you moan his name, quietly at first, hands working to rid him of his clothes as he does the same for you. his body is far from a work of art — it’s an immersive experience. feverish and possibly delusional, you wrap a hand around his cock, pumping slowly, his thick length hardening even more under your touch. he’s kept it together for so long, he’s at his breaking point now.

pre-cum trickles out of his slit, your thumb swiping at it absently; you lick it off, enjoy the slightly salty taste, the look on his face only tells you one thing — you’re in for a ride.

zoro pushes you onto his bed and follows suit, hovering over you as he kisses you fervently, tongue brushing against yours, your hips lifting as an ache settles deep between your legs. he pushes your legs apart, fingers dipping in between the folds of your pussy, your arousal greeting him like an old friend. your moans give him all the incentive he needs to slip his fingers inside of you; you relish in that delicious pain, inhaling deeply as he pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy, the pace setting your skin and soul on fire. he scissors his fingers, your hips buck up against his hand. you’re warm and tight around him, just how he expects you to be — and while he wants to take his time, while he wants to taste you more, while he wants to see you slowly unravel, he can’t. his need for you is too great, he’s wasted enough time playing the role of a jaded ex-lover, despite not actually being your lover. yet.

you don’t mind, though; after he pulls his fingers out of you, you rub your pussy against the length of his cock, and earn a quiet moan from him; his grip on your thighs is firm enough that he might actually leave bruises once he’s done— but you’re far too concerned with having him inside of you to care. and when he rubs his tip against your needy entrance, when you arch your back, whine, scratch his chest, pleading over and over for him to stop teasing you, zoro finally slips inside of you, burying his length in one go.

he pulls back only to slam his cock inside of you again, setting a devastating pace as he fucks you. his lips latch onto your breast, tongue flicking against your nipple, your moans increasing in volume as your hips roll against his. if this is a dream, you never want to wake up; the sheer power behind his thrusts is enough to have you roll your eyes back, nails digging into his skin along his upper back, legs wrapped around him in an attempt to keep him close to you. he’s never felt the need to be this rough with you, but the way your pussy keeps clenching around him, the way your moans grow breathier with each passing minute, the way you arch into him, as if there’s no other place you’d rather be than here with him.

it’s almost too much to handle; but he soldiers on, he has his pride to consider, after all.

you drop kisses along his jaw as his thrusts grow wilder, a little ferocious, every bit as maddening as you thought they’d be. your pussy is the closest he’ll get to heaven, and he has no intention of turning back. he grabs your legs, drapes them over his shoulders, and angles his hips so that he can fuck you deeply.

if you thought you knew pleasure before, you were wrong; so very, very wrong.

this, you tell yourself, this is all i’ll ever need.

it’s a half-truth you don’t mind admitting. your voice grows hoarse, he doesn’t bother shushing you, and you know that your crew mates have probably all heard the lascivious way you keep calling out his name — the way you keep telling him to fuck you harder, the way his balls loudly slap against your ass, pussy making impassioned, lenocinant noises. the sound makes your skin flush, but it all feels so damn good, you can hardly stand it.

it’s when he gives you another toe-curling, highly indecent thrust, when he moans your name in your ear, muttering filthy praises right after, that pushes you over the edge. you cum  loudly, messily, and with a lot of vigor. he’s actually impressed, even as his cock keeps plunging into you, wanting to prolong his own release for as long as he can.

your orgasm feels never-ending; even after he gives you sloppy tongue kisses, even after his own orgasm nearly blinds him, his cum spilling inside you, thick and hot. you’re both sweaty by the time you finish, breathing heavily, your own heart threatening to leap out of your chest with how fast its beating.

is it possible to faint from happiness? you’re quite sure it is, because it’s almost as if a weight has been lifted, that uncertainty and unease you felt for months has diminished entirely. on impulse, you kiss him, hands cradling his face, the intimacy making him pause only briefly, but he keeps kissing you slowly, pulling his cock out of your pussy’s tight embrace, wanting to savor whatever this is for as long as he possibly can. you know things will only become more complicated as time goes on, but at the very least, you can say that it wasn’t one-sided, that he wants you just as much — if not more — as you want him.

it’s a comforting thought, to say the least; one that will rest inside of you for years to come. you’re in too deep to want to go back to how things were, and, maybe it’s a bit of wishful thinking on your part, but you’re sure it’s the same for him too.

[beanghostprincess]

Omg your Sora/Banchina post is so good 😭 i loved read this, and like, Sanji's brothers (and sis) would be really protective of Sora and their brother, so when Sanuso start to date would be kinda a chaos

When Sanuso starts dating, it is the most chaotic thing in the world.

You see, the brothers are always being a bit mean to Sanji because he is a crybaby but it's just in the regular, normal, sane way siblings act. But if there is any possibility of Sanji being in danger/away from them, they get really protective.

They don't have any issues with Banchina and, in fact, they love her so much it's insane. They enjoy her company and help and they're always asking when she's coming over too because "Mommy looks happier when she is around, so we want her to come back!". Until one day they don't have to keep asking because she is constantly there. And they love her. They are... Intense and clingy with Sora, yes, and won't dare to leave her side either. And if they realize there is something romantic going on, they won't hesitate to be even more protective. But in general they accept Banchina right away because, again, she looks happier than when she is alone with her thoughts (<- Sora tries to hide it, but they did run away from Germa, after all. She is worried Judge might find them. Always thinking what would have happened to her little angels if she hadn't saved them. Always, always taking care of them).

But!!!!!! It's a different story with Usopp.

You know, when they meet, they are kids. And Sanji is a sweetie pie. And naive. And maybe Usopp gets a bit carried away with his lies and maybe Sanji believes all of them. But they're cute little lies and they always make Sanji happy, so it's fine. Basically, more storytelling than anything. And it's not that the siblings don't like him! In fact, Usopp's aiming/shooting skills are already pretty good and they're impressed by that. Always asking him if he can do tricks with them.

Buuuut. Usopp is younger and anxious and God the brothers love to tease him about Sanji and they try to make him stutter when he is lying/storytelling to make fun of him in front of Sanji. It's just silly and it's all kids games. Nothing cruel. But!!!!! But there is also the realization that "they like each other. Usopp likes Sanji". And at first, it's just a silly thing so they make fun of them, but as they grow up together, their crushes on each other also do and it's like,,, It's something they learn to live with. They get used to it.

They've been in love forever and they are 17/15 and haven't confessed yet and it is just their normal behavior. Everyone can see they're in love. And when the "they are actually in love and it's not only a crush thing" sinks in, the brothers do get a bit protective. Because Sanji knows how to defend himself thanks to them but, again, Zeff's influence is crucial for Sanji's character so I think here he'd be just a little tiny bit softer than usual? Not really. Same personality. But the sibs just feel like they need to take care of him. Not gonna explain this word for word but-- There is obviously the "we're so done with you pining over longnose, PLEASE just confess so we don't have to hear you anymore" conversation with Sanji and "if you hurt him we will kill you. We could do it. Eyes closed. No hesitation. Don't you even dare make him cry once-" with Usopp. They regret it immediately, tho, because when Sanji and Usopp start dating they become ever more annoying and clingy and it's,, Impossible.

They all share a room. Not really. Reiju has her own room and the brothers sleep on a different one. Bunkbeds and everything. And even if they didn't sleep there together, the house is small and the walls are thin and they can't have any privacy in there. And they're always eating together because of course they all love Sanji's cooking, but he is always so cheesy with Usopp they prefer to kick them out of there and eat leftovers. This starts when they're 17/15, right? So it's two... Whole years... Dealing with them... Until they go with Luffy.....

Oh!!!!!! And Reiju. She is the sweetest and gets along with Usopp SO well. She and Sora are always talking with him about Sanji and they're so so so supportive. Reiju is the one to always defend these two from the other 3 idiots.

But it's alright because the brothers always find ways of teasing their new brother-in-law ("I'm not married to Sanji, though-" / "With the way he looks at you, you might want to start preparing for the wedding already"). So at least they have fun. But sometimes they look at Usopp in a weird, defensive way and he gets,,,, Scared.

[radioangst]

Detailed Masterlist

In case you're a minor, have triggers or you just want to know what you're going to reade I made this just for you!

OBEY ME

All (Demon brothers + Undateables)

All of them as benders

Lonely (Belphegor version)

Demon brothers

Demon brothers accidentally killing their s/o

(Un)dateables plus Luke

(Un)dateables plus Luke accidentally killing their s/o

Solomon

Trust - Solomon Birthday Collab

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NARUTO

Team 8

Boyfriend/girlfriend alphabet (A - Z)

Shino Aburame

SFW & NSFW headcanons 

Original Team 7

Original Team 7 with a younger sibling

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BNHA

Traffic light trio (Bakugo + Izuku + Shoto)

The Traffic Light trio with a s/o with a pet that looks and acts just like them

BBFF (Bakugo’s best friends forever = Bakugo + Deku + Kirishima)

BBFF with a body painter s/o

Tamaki Amajiki

Tamaki Amajiki with an intimidating male s/o

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TWISTED WONDERLAND

Dorm Leaders

Dorm leaders with a s/o who greets everyone with a kiss (on the cheek)

Dorm leaders with an affectionate s/o 

Dorm leaders with Naruto! s/o 

Vice dorm leaders

Vice dorm with a s/o who greets everyone with a kiss (on the cheek) 

First years

First years with a batman!mc 

Lilia Vanrouge & Family

Lilia Vanrouge getting called “dad” (accidentally) by MC 

Leech Twins

Leech Twins with a s/o with a dead twin 

Other groups

Rook, Leech Twins, Jamil, Epel, Riddle with a poet s/o 

Kalim Al Asim

Kalim Al Asim with a s/o who’s his polar opposite 

Floyd Leech

Floyd with a s/o with ophidiophobia - one shot 

Jack Howl

Jack with a Little Red Riding Hood! Reader - one shot 

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BLACK BUTLER

Butlers (Claude + Sebastian + Grell)

Butlers with a librarian bookworm s/o

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BUNGOU STRAY DOGS

Chuuya Nakahara x reader x Big brother Dazai

Regret is a bitch - Angst birthday gift

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TOKYO REVENGERS

Draken

Beliefs - Twelve days of Christmas collab

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ATTACK ON TITAN

Levi

A grumpy Prince Charming - Prince Charming collab

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MARVEL

James “Bucky” Barnes

Exchange

His Peggy

Druig - “Eternals”

Druig x unnamed female pt. 1

Druig x unnamed female pt. 2

Drunken Mistakes

At the rescue! 

Kingo - “Eternals”

It’s better to have loved and lost

Sprite - “Eternals”

Sprite with platonic Male!Eternal!Venti!Reader

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MIRACULOUS LADYBUG

Luka Couffaine

I’ll wait for you

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GENSHIN IMPACT

Zhongli

Home

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CHRISTMAS EVENT

Christmas Treats: White Chocolate (love confessions)

Pt. [ 1 ] - Severus Snape x fem! Professor! Reader

Pt. [ 2 ] - Harry Potter x fem! Reader

Pt. [ 3 ] - Hermione Granger x male! Reader  

Pt. [ 4 ] - Ron Weasley x fem! Reader

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Christmas Treats: Ferrer Rocher (rocky relationships)

Pt. [ 1 ] - Zoro Roronoa (x (y/n) ) & Sanji Vinsmoke (x Mc)

Pt. [ 2 ] - Izuku Midorya (x (y/n) ) & Katsuki Bakugo (x Mc)

Pt. [ 3 ] - Osamu Dazai (x (y/n) ) & Chuuya Nakahara (x Mc)

Pt. [ 4 ] - Naruto Uzumaki (x (y/n) ) & Sasuke Uchiha (x Mc)

Pt. [ 5 ] - Sebastian Michaelis (x (y/n) ) & William T Spears (x Mc)

Pt. [ 6 ] - Sherlock Holmes (x (y/n) ) & Jim Moriarty (x Mc)

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Christmas Treats: Candy Stick (soulmates/childhood sweethearts)

- Between Dreams and Nightmare there’s a very thin line (Shota Aizawa x reader)

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Who’s been packed?

Shigaraki Tomura (BNHA) for @krystalwithakay

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Who’s getting/received a gag gift?

Draken (Tokyo Revengers)

[mrskisaki]

Hello!!! It's me again! 😅 Can I request fluff headcanons of Ace, Zoro, Law, & Sanji (seperately) x S/O that has never kissed before? How would they react? And how would the boys give a kiss to S/O that has never done it before?

Ace, Zoro, Law, and Sanji with s/o that’s never kissed before headcanons

The number of requests I've gotten within one day made me happy, y'all really like my writings? 🥺🧡

I change my pfp a lot and I was going to make it Sanji so it's kinda funny I finally get my first Sanji request immediately after I thought of him 🎃💜

Ace

This sweet pea right here will be so baffled that you've never had your first kiss before. He's has his fair share of kisses already.

You're so pretty but never kissed???

He's going to be ecstatic that he's going to be your first but then it hits him like a freight train.

He's going to be your first, firsts are important and have a long-lasting memory so he doesn't want to mess it up.

He starts to panic and thinks of how he's going to do it. (definitely goes to Marco and thatch for advice)

The kiss ends up being slow, soft, and warm.

It happens one night when you two are stargazing. The way the moonlight was hitting your face, your hair was fluttering from the small breeze of wind, it was perfect.

He grabbed your hand, bringing your attention to him. Looking into the eyes of each other for what felt like forever, he leaned in and before your lips touched he asked for permission and once he got the green light, you both connected.

After are he breaks apart he asks if you were satisfied with the first experience and if you regretted it.

You have to console him and tell him it was perfect, and the best way to do that is by kissing him yourself.

Zoro

Ngl Zoro has probably never kissed before either so you both are in the same boat.

It flusters him a bit because not only are you going to be his first kiss, but he's going to be you're as well.

He gets stiff and avoids you when he thinks that you're going to make a move to kiss him.

He just doesn't want to embarrass himself anymore than he already has so he doesn't get too close.

The first kiss ends up being a rough, sloppy, teeth scraping mess.

It happens because Sanji gets a little too close to you than Zoro likes so they get into a shouting match. Sanji says that he could treat you better and bam, Zoro marching up to you, grabs you by the forearm, and smashes his lips to yours.

When he pulls away and the adrenaline fades away, the poor baby is embarrassed.

His apology comes out in stutters. He won't make eye contact and his blush is up his ears.

Law

Law has also had his fair share of kisses, he isn't shocked that you've never had your first kiss before.

He could tell by the way you would freeze up when he got a little too close to your face as if about to kiss you.

He would ask if you're sure that you wanted him to be your first, since it is something important.

He'll sit you down and explain what kisses are all about and what diseases could be passed around, etc..; basically killing the entire mood.

You would have to tell him to shut up and to kiss you, because if you don't, he might end up giving you a 2 hour lecture on the subject.

The kiss would be slow, calculated, and passionate.

After giving you the lecture he asks once more if you want him to kiss you and once you say yes he just stares at you.

He doesn't want to scare you off so he goes in slow. Cups your face and leans in but stops a centimeter away from your lips to look into your eyes to see any hesitation.

One he sees none, he closes the small gap and kisses you slowly, allowing you to get used to the feeling.

When the kiss ends he asks if you're happy now, he acts as if it's no big deal but the slight blush on his cheeks say otherwise.

Sanji

Sanji is extremely baffled, perplexed. His beautiful queen had never been kissed before????

He gets so defensive for you, like why has no one ever kissed you before, can't they see how amazing gorgeous you are???

Then he stops and realizes that HE’S going to be your first kiss. Then of course he nose bleeds and passes out.

After you get upset that he keeps passing out from nose bleeds, he tries to calm himself down but he can only do so much when he's going to be his queens first kiss.

The kiss is romantic, passionate, and slow

He makes everything romantic, he wants the moment to be perfect.

He cooks you both a nice delicious candlelit dinner with rose petals adorning the walkway to the table and more roses on the table.

After dinner and dessert, he walks you to your room hand in hand. Once you get to the door he looks into your eyes with a completely serious face.

He kisses your hand and tells you how great of a night it was and how he appreciates you. He steps close and asks for permission to kiss you.

After getting consent he kisses you, pouring his entire heart into it. He strokes your cheek with his thumb and when he breaks apart he swears that he just kissed and angel.

Of course, after you go into your room and close the door and Sanji makes it to the boys' room, he completely lets out the nose bleed that he was holding back that entire night.

[sanjisock]

more than words

50 words; 50 sentences

ao3

#01 - Motion

A spinning kick, a swing of blade — the two meet and hit but don’t hurt, and Nami sighs exasperatedly at such a pathetic display of a mating dance.

#02 - Cool

Zoro stands his ground as his enemy — finally, finally — falls unceremoniously on his back, unconscious, and Sanji thinks for a moment that the sight of Zoro — wild and victorious and ready to take on the world — looks kind of, maybe, slightly cool.

  #03 - Young

Brook sees the two — dying to die for each other, the weight of their friends’ lives pulling down their shoulders — and he thinks too many people forget how young they still are.

  #04 - Last

The Cook is the last person Zoro would consider lending a hand in a fight — “who would want to work together with that dumbass anyway,” he lies whenever anyone asks, and doesn’t admit that it’s because he trusts Sanji’s ability to stand his ground, wholly and fully.

  #05 - Wrong

Sanji knows Zoro, like him, understands better than most — that this nakama thing isn’t just something you’d die for, but something you’d kill for, too.

  #06 - Gentle

Sanji manages to catch Kitetsu before it rolls off from the deck during a storm, and in that moment, Zoro knows, from the reverent way he regards the swords in his hands, that this isn’t the first time the Cook has wielded one.

  #07 - One

“Calm down, Marimo,” Sanji says with a dismissive wave of his hand when Zoro asks about the sword a few days later, “I’m not about to take your place as the ship’s swordsman; a cook doesn’t use his hands to fight, and I had a terrible teacher anyways.”

  #08 - Thousand

“I’m worth two thousand men,” Zoro grumpily says, almost sulking, and Nami can’t resist patting his head like she would to a little boy pulling the pigtail of a girl he has a crush on.

  #09 - King

You’re like the prince of Dumbass Kingdom, Zoro says, and it takes Sanji everything in him not to blurt out, Dumbass Kingdom sounds about right; wait ‘till you see the fucking king.

  #10 - Learn

Watching Sanji converse fluently with a couple of tourists in a Northern language, Zoro wonders when he will ever stop learning something new about Sanji — or if he ever will, at all.

  #11 - Blur

When Zoro finally comes to, the wounds from Bartholomeow Kuma is muted by Chopper’s medicine, a dull throb at the back of his consciousness; but the sharp pain against his heart feels raw still, visceral and razor-sharp, tucked alongside the ache of Sanji’s sacrifice.

#12 - Wait

“Wait,” he manages to croak out before Sanji flees the room, the word spilling out unbidden; he isn’t quite sure why, but he knows that he wants the Cook to stay.

  #13 - Change

“Have some fucking decency ,” Sanji yells, throwing a shirt at Zoro’s direction; the brute has been walking around the ship bare-chested like an eyesore ever since they entered the summer island, and Sanji is just trying to do everyone a favor — and definitely not because there’s a different kind of heat pooling at the pit of his stomach.

#14 - Command

Robin watches the two in amusement — Zoro could have easily refused to be Sanji’s pack mule, and she can hear him grumbling about it still; and yet, here they are, once again, together at the island’s marketplace.

#15 - Hold

Sanji is rough around the edges, bristling at the slightest touch; Zoro knows he needs to be gentle, but he doesn’t quite remember the last time he held something that isn’t a hilt of a sword, without meaning to hurt . It’s a learning curve. 

  #16 - Need

Sanji knows Zoro is a dumbass, but it takes a special kind of stupid to think he would never be good enough for Sanji, when he’s all that Sanji has ever needed.

#17 - Vision

Zoro never regrets losing his eye, but he wishes, sometimes, he could still take in the sight of Sanji with an unimpaired vision, just to see more of him.

  #18 - Attention

“You’re starting a fight, Marimo?” Sanji growls, voice low and dangerous, and Zoro thinks, yes, yes, anything to get you to look at me.

  #19 - Soul

He loves the kid like a brother, but sometimes Zoro hates how Luffy can easily see past his gruff words and feigned ignorance; the way Luffy only needs to take one look at him to guess, “you’re worried about Sanji, aren’t you?”

  #20 - Picture

He carries around everyone’s bounty posters, Sanji tells himself, and tries not to think too hard about how the only one he kept in his breast pocket is Zoro’s, folded neatly against his heart.

  #21 - Fool

“This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done so far,” Sanji says when they part, lips still tingling from their earlier kiss, because Zoro’s love is fierce and consuming and Sanji knows, ever since he was just a kid with the iron mask, that he doesn’t deserve any of this.

  #22 - Mad

“Don’t you ever say that kind of shit again,” Zoro snarls, slamming the wall beside Sanji’s head, his voice trembling with a kind of anger Sanji has never seen him with before — frustrated, desperate. “You’re important to me, Cook.” 

  #23 - Child

Grow up and cast your dreams away, Sanji tells himself every day, the voice ringing in his ears; you stopped being a child deserving of a dream the moment you chained Zeff down to the ground.

  #24 - Now

Grow up and cast your dreams away, Sanji wants to tell himself, but the voice stutters, drowned out by the sight of the kid bleeding on the deck of Baratie — he’s a swordsman, too, acknowledged by none other than Dracule Mihawk himself — but a kid still, throwing himself headfirst towards the case of his dreams, steps unweighted by regrets.

  #25 - Shadow

Zoro doesn’t know which is worse — Sanji, forever running away from the shadow his brothers cast; or Zoro, chasing after someone who is no longer around to leave behind a shadow anymore.

  #26 - Goodbye

After Whole Cake Island, there’s a period of time where Zoro would follow Sanji around the ship like a lost puppy, unwilling to let the Cook out of his sight; Usopp definitely didn’t expect Zoro to have such a cute side, and crouches over his new invention to hide his smile.

  #27 - Hide

“We’re not doing that here,” Sanji hisses, and forces himself not to laugh at the pout on Zoro’s face; the galley might be secluded enough, but they’re still on the enemy ship’s galley.

  #28 - Fortune

It is annoying, the way Sanji keeps reminding Zoro that he could have collected Mihawk’s bounty and lived the rest of his life in wealth; especially when Zoro would trade any riches in the world just to stay by the Cook’s side.

  #29 - Safe

It catches Zoro off guard when Sanji starts talking about his mother; it’s a short anecdote, a single happy memory, but Zoro can tell by the way Sanji tells it — guarded and hesitant, like he wants to keep the words close and safe — that he has never shared it with anyone else before.

  #30 - Ghost

Usopp starts shaking like a leaf as soon as they enter the abandoned, dilapidated house, and Sanji gently tells him, sometimes the worst ghost is the one you create yourself; Zoro feels the weight of Wado on his hip, and agrees.

  #31 - Book

“I don’t need this,” Zoro grumbles with a blush, pushing the book back into Nami’s hands, trying hard to ignore Nami’s laughter and the words ROMANCE FOR DUMMIES emblazoned on the book’s jacket.

  #32 - Eye

Shusui sinks into the man’s stomach, all the way to the hilt, and Zoro thinks of the way Sanji curled into himself as the man landed a lucky hit on the cook’s hand. An eye for an eye.

  #33 - Never

“This is my first time,” Zoro whispers, head ducking away as he feels his face flush at the admission; but Sanji’s hand rests on his cheek, encouraging, and he can feel the curve of Sanji’s smile as their lips meet and Sanji replies, “it’s mine, too.”

  #34 - Sing

Luffy cheers when Zoro and Sanji comes into view, and he lets them take on the next batch of enemies; a good fight is always fun, but watching Zoro and Sanji fight is even more so — like watching a dance that only those two know the melody to.

  #35 - Sudden

“What, are we supposed to be surprised?” Nami says, barely looking up from the map she’s working on; Sanji sputters, face redder than the tomatoes he served during breakfast, and Nami feels almost bad for him.

  #36 - Stop

“But we — Zoro and I — how did you know?” Sanji asks, and promptly stops asking questions when he realizes the rest of the crew aren’t surprised either; who could blame them, when his and Zoro’s sexual tension can be seen from a mile away.

  #37 - Time

Sanji knows they have to break apart soon, just to breathe, but right now all he cares about is to taste as much of Zoro as possible — he has waited two years for this, and it has been two years too long.

  #38 - Wash

They have their fair share of fighting — and how, considering the amount of repairs Usopp has to do for Merry just from their petty fights alone — but what the crew doesn’t know is that they also have this thing, this quiet thing, just him and the Cook and a stack of dirty plates between them.

  #39 - Torn

“In retrospect,” Robin observes, “dressing up our dear cook in a maid uniform would not only lower the enemy’s firepower, but also ours, considering how distracted our swordsman has clearly become.”

  #40 - History

“Why do you keep him around, mister?” The kid asks, pointing at the old swordsman with three swords and an eye scar by the peer; Sanji laughs, pats the kid on the head, and says, almost wistfully — “you can say we have some history.”

  #41 - Power

Sanji tugs at Zoro’s sleeve, and Zoro follows suit despite his complaints — Sanji thinks, distantly, how much of an honor it is, to have so much control over such a powerful man.

  #42 - Bother

“I didn’t have enough time to make this three-tier ice cream cake for our lovely Nami-san and Robin-chan because you distracted me!” Sanji says with a hard jab of a finger against Zoro’s chest, and Zoro thinks, good .

  #43 - God

Zoro does not believe in gods, but there’s a hymn of a noise when Zoro presses his lips against the crook of Sanji’s neck, the hallelujah of the world breaking apart as their bodies move together, and he thinks, close enough .

  #44 - Wall

 Zoro slams his fist into the wall of Polar Tang, and is taken aback by the depth of his own frustration; he knows Luffy and the others will get Sanji back from Big Mom’s place, but it unsettles him still, the way Sanji hides himself under layers of pretenses when Zoro has bared so much of himself to the Cook in return.

  #45 - Naked

“What the fuck was that for , Mosshead?!” Sanji shrieks, justifiably furious, leg raised and on fire after Zoro sliced his tray into two without preamble; Zoro can’t exactly tell the Cook he did it because he was too surprised at the sight of Sanji in a swimming trunk and nothing else.

  #46 - Drive

Why Zoro , people sometimes ask, but the answer is easy to Sanji — nobody drives him crazy the way Zoro does, and is that not what true love feels like?

  #47 - Harm

Zoro knows Sanji will be furious ; but as he faces Kuma, knowing at least the Cook is out of harm’s way, he knows he would do this a hundred times over, a thousand times over, a million times over.

  #48 - Precious

Sanji is sitting by the corner of the infirmary, face pale with red-rimmed eyes, and Zoro thinks he’s never had that, before — people who would weep for him, knowing that he is more than dried scars and calloused skin.

  #49 - Hunger

This thing we have is dangerous, Sanji tells him, but Zoro doesn’t care — he already has a craving, the same way he needs a booze when it’s been too long, except he thinks that this vice will surely kill him.

  #50 - Believe

This isn’t faith; this is the truth, Zoro’s truth, the same way he knows he will become the Greatest — Sanji will find that elusive sea of his, and Zoro will stay with him until it is the last thing he can do.

[moscnios]

━ ❝ forever young, i want to be forever young. do you really want to live forever? forever? and ever? ❞

                                                  INFORMATION ! ◄

━━━━━━ NUMBER ONE !  this is a collection of works, most of them are just for fun and to help me grow as a writer. while some are more personal to me and are based off of events that have happened in my life. i’m doing this month long event for november kind of in celebration of me moving into the next chapter of my life, adulthood.

━━━━━━ NUMBER TWO ! under the cut, are a list of prompts i will be using. during this event, there will be fluff, angst, slice of life, aus, etc. there will also be mature themes and possibly triggering content that i will be sure to tag and label accordingly.

━━━━━━ NUMBER THREE ! each prompt has a character attached to it, which will be revealed when the day the prompt is posted. there will be characters from different animes, including naruto, jjba, one piece, and banana fish. 

━━━━━━ NUMBER FOUR ! a number of these prompts are based on some of my favorite songs.

━━━━━━ NUMBER FIVE ! this little “event” is supposed to help me really get back into writing. so pay no real attention to it. between these, i am still working on requests !!

━━━━━━ NUMBER SIX ! this is my first time every doing something like this. i really hope it works out and i can post everything on time and do well.

let forever young november begin !!

━━━━━━ DAY ONE “run away...run run run! get away from me!”           🖤 ━━ nico robin.

━━━━━━ DAY TWO “but when he walks in, I am loved...i am loved”           🖤 ━━ senju tobirama.

━━━━━━ DAY THREE “your body is imperfectly perfect”           🖤 ━━ nara shikamaru.

━━━━━━ DAY FOUR “i know I can’t make you run away with me...”           🖤 ━━ roronoa zoro.

━━━━━━ DAY FIVE “i need to hate you before it’s too late”           🖤 ━━ uchiha sasuke.

━━━━━━ DAY SIX “just a reminder in case you forgotten”           🖤 ━━ vinsmoke sanji.

━━━━━━ DAY SEVEN “it’s crazy what you do for a friend”           🖤 ━━ higashikata josuke.

━━━━━━ DAY EIGHT “don’t look at me like that!”           🖤 ━━ hatake kakashi.

━━━━━━ DAY NINE “if i disappeared, would you look for me?”           🖤 ━━ monkey d. luffy.

━━━━━━ DAY TEN “hey, it’s okay. let it out”           🖤 ━━ uzumaki naruto.

━━━━━━ DAY ELEVEN “even though we’ll never get to heaven...”           🖤 ━━ sing soo ling.

━━━━━━ DAY TWELVE “i don’t want to hurt him anymore”           🖤 ━━ uchiha obito.

━━━━━━ DAY THIRTEEN “you don’t owe me anything”           🖤 ━━ smoker.

━━━━━━ DAY FOURTEEN “do you think we’ll be in love forever?”           🖤 ━━ uchiha itachi.

━━━━━━ DAY FIFTEEN “you’ll just leave...like everyone else”           🖤 ━━ kujo jotaro.

━━━━━━ DAY SIXTEEN “me and god, we don’t get along”           🖤 ━━ ash lynx.

━━━━━━ DAY SEVENTEEN “you can think that you’re in love, when you’re really just in pain”           🖤 ━━ kujo jotaro.

━━━━━━ DAY EIGHTEEN “do you want me to leave?”           🖤 ━━ yamanaka ino.

━━━━━━ DAY NINETEEN “i think we can do it if we tried”           🖤 ━━ nefertari vivi.

━━━━━━ DAY TWENTY “i know what you’re going to say, please don’t say it”           🖤 ━━ shorter wong.

━━━━━━ DAY TWENTY-ONE “isn’t it better to regret things you’ve done, than regret things you’ve never even tried?”           🖤 ━━ nami

━━━━━━ DAY TWENTY-TWO “you’re lost at sea, then i’ll command your boat to me again”           🖤 ━━ shanks.

━━━━━━ DAY TWENTY-THREE “there’s things i want to say to you, but i’ll just let you live”           🖤 ━━ uchiha sasuke.

━━━━━━ DAY TWENTY-FOUR “we were never friends”           🖤 ━━ monkey d. luffy.

━━━━━━ DAY TWENTY-FIVE “don’t tell them anything”           🖤 ━━ joseph joestar & caesar zeppeli

━━━━━━ DAY TWENTY-SIX “let’s meet again one of these nights”           🖤 ━━ dracule mihawk.

━━━━━━ DAY TWENTY-SEVEN “make sure you come back to me”           🖤 ━━ jiraiya.

━━━━━━ DAY TWENTY-EIGHT “why did you run away?”           🖤 ━━ edward newgate.

━━━━━━ DAY TWENTY-NINE “you’re safe”           🖤 ━━ kujo jotaro.

━━━━━━ DAY THIRTY “you’re an idiot...my idiot”           🖤 ━━ roronoa zoro.

BACK TO NAViGATiON . . . / ☻

[ format inspired by @moriochou​ !! ]

[vemuabhi]

Sanji with BTS Tickets

Hello everyone! This is my final piece for @burnthoneymint sanjifest event. I hope you like it.

Prompt word : Ticket

Sanji + 💜 BTS concert tickets = Dream Come True For Me.

I love BTS (and EXO too. I would try to include EXO someother time) so much and I'll continue to love them.

Just Imagine, Sanji and you go to a concert and you both fanchant and then after the concert... you comeout of the stadium and you two would definitely cry while you two hug each other, because it was worth it and was one of the best days of your life. You both wouldnt care who is looking at you two. Most of the armies themselves would be crying at that time though. Being the armies (fangirl and fanboy), you two would definitely understand how you both feel like a fan. And seeing BTS performing in front of your eyes all the songs, the memories would give you two nostalgic feelings. Then you go home together with lots of souvenirs of Kpop and BTS merchandise. You would be so happy everytime you look at those hoodies and army bombs (BTS light stick). The photos, the trip would be forever memorable for you two and would brag about it to your friends even if they are jealous or not intrested or irritated because of continuously bragging. Sanji would rub it in the face of Zoro for sure even if the marimo is not intrested or just wants to sleep. (Its definitely my dream come true) why am I writing a scenario in the place of art you ask? I don't even know myself. Sorry 😝

If you want to listen to BTS songs, please do it. I tell you, you'll never regret it! If you don't want to listen to them, its totally your choice, I am not judging.

I know Sanji looks feminine but there were some things i couldn't draw properly... i couldn't draw his eyes, so I just drew basic anime eyes and Yes his hair looks a bit more soft and not giving the actual Sanji feel. His lips seem pink because I thought of making them shine but instead made it look like lipstick. But I tried. The only thing I love about this very much is that tickets! I can neither go to the concert nor be with Sanji irl, so why not imagine? Imagination is atleast free right.

Thankyou google! (You can get free anime bases, fingers, hands on google images, if you wanna try) Download IBispaintX and make your art. It doesn't matter how it will look. Just make it!

@burnthoneymint​ Thankyou for the Sanji fest! Thankyou for writing for him and conducting an event. Thanks to all people who took part in it. Sanji loves you and is taking you to the BTS concert!