one piece au where everything is exactly the same except sanji had already previously met ace at the baratie during one of ace’s solo voyages
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“Nice seeing you again.” Sanji said, lifting a cigarette up to his lips with a smile.
Ace turned towards the voice and his face lit up with joy. He points at Sanji with glee.
“Yo! Luffy, you have this guy on your crew? He’s great!”
Luffy’s head turns back and forth, darting between his cook and his brother. “Huh? Ace, do you know Sanji?”
Ace nods happily. “We met back in East Blue, at that restaurant.”
“I should have known you two were related.” Sanji shakes his head with a feigned exasperation. “Same bottomless appetite.”
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“What the fuck is happening inside there?” Sanji muttered, blowing out a puff of smoke before walking back through the back-door into the kitchens where he returned from his brief smoke break
The kitchen was in a frenzy, every cook rushing between sizzling pans and boiling pots, and servers even opting in and out of prepping dishes for serving.
“What the hell?! Oi,” Sanji grabbed one of the new rookie chefs by the back of the collar. “What’s going on?”
“A-A customer outside! He ordered one of everything on the menu!”
“HUH?!”
The Baratie menu was five pages, double-sided, with four dishes on each, excluding the drinks and desserts.
“What kind of customer orders forty dishes?!”
“SHHH!” The rookie chef looks around frantically, as if hiding from someone beneath all the noise in the chaos. “He’s a Whitebeard Pirate Commander!”
Sanji’s eyes widened in shock, and steadily joins in preparing the dishes. He carries the first quarter dozen and sets it down on the man’s table. It wasn’t that hard to find, considering the man had a giant tattoo of the infamous Whitebeard’s jolly roger on his back. Also, he was a pirate, so he sat like one. Slack, with legs wide apart and hands behind his head with a bright orange hat settling over his face.
“Your food, sir.” Sanji starts, spreading out the four plates across as another server followed close behind, setting down another three.
The man sat up immediately and looked down with glee. “Thanks so much!”
As if to chime in, Sanji heard the man’s stomach rumble loudly. Sanji smiled. It’s a joy in his life to serve those who are hungry. “Enjoy it. It’s the greatest damn food on the sea.”
The man nodded, thanking him again and digging in. Sanji figured that the first seven plates would be enough to at least sage the appetite of the man a little, so he held up a hand when another one of the servers was on their way out with another four.
“Hold on, there’s no way he’s-”
Sanji’s cut off by a loud slam behind him, followed by loud gasps and screams. He whips his head around and pushes open the kitchen door to the dining area, to see the man face-down in the table, surrounded by shards of broken glass on the floor and in a ring around his head.
“Did he just-?!”
Sanji runs over and carries the man out of his chair, laying him out on the floor. He lays a finger on the side of the man’s neck, desperately searching for a pulse.
“Shit...”
He takes his place over the man’s torso and begins to press Sanji turns his head up towards the shocked diners, who are at a loss just as much as he is.
“IS ANYONE A DOC-”
“Snrk- Oh?”
The man sits up in a shock, dazed and confused. He blinks the sleep away from his eyes, which widen when he sees the cute waiter on his lap. Said waiter is looking down at him with his eyes wide in shock.
“Ah. Sorry, I must have fallen asleep.”
Sanji’s brain short-circuits before his face flushes red.
“YOU BASTARD!” Sanji brings a fist down and knocks him on the head before thinking. The guests gasp again, this time in shock.
“He just hit a Whitebeard commander!”
“Do you think he’s gonna come here?!”
“Ah-” Sanji’s eyes boggle even wider and he jumps off the man in a hassle (why was he still on him?!) “I-I’m so sorry, p-please, don’t hold this against the restaurant.”
To his surprise, and the shock of all the patrons around him, the man begins to laugh. He throws his head back and laughs so hard, his hat falls off his head. Loose black curls fall around his face in a cute halo. His chortles die down and he shakes his head, waving his arms up in a ‘no way’ gesture.
“Please, rest assured, I won’t do anything like that. I imagine I caused quite a shock anyways so that was pretty well-warranted.”
He rubs his head tenderly with a smirk. “You know, you’re pretty strong. Wanna join the Whitebeard pirates? We could always use more cooks. All the better if they’re strong, too.”
Sanji splutters with a heavy blush at the praise before turning and stomping away, cursing under his breath that the man was an idiot.
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It was when Sanji came back from his third smoke break of the night when he sees that man again, this time over one of the sinks in the kitchen.
“EH-What are you doing back here?!”
The man lifts his head over the plate he’s washing, and Sanji doesn’t like the little twist his heart does at the sight of the man’s hair tied back out of his face.
“Oh! Hi again. The old guy told me I had to wash the dishes to pay for the ones I broke. He’s a pretty scary guy, I can see where you get your strength from.”
“Don’t compliment me as if that solves anything, bastard.” Sanji mutters, rolling up his sleeves as he makes his way to another sink, joining in attacking the large pile of dirty dishes looming over them.
“Sorry for scaring you like that. I really have no idea why that happens, even the doctors on our ship can’t figure it out.” The man apologizes again.
He runs his hand under the water to rinse off the suds of soap and briefly shakes it before thrusting it towards Sanji with a newfound determined grin. “I’m Ace.”
Sanji looks at his outstretched hand and sighs, pulling his out of the water and shaking it. “Sanji.”
“How long have you been a cook here?”
“As long as I can remember.” He responds. “I basically grew up here.”
“With these guys? No wonder you’re so tough.” Ace chuckles. Sanji smiles and shakes his head.
“They’re all temperamental bastards. Especially the old man.”
“It’s nice to say you grew up around good people.” Ace says wistfully, scrubbing away at a plate with stubborn flakes of whatever.
“Even if I imagine the old guy was as tough on you as he was on me.” Ace chuckles again, shaking his head and sighing before rubbing a hand on his sore cheek, where a new bruise was forming. “You think his leg would break with how hard he kicked me back there.”
Sanji’s mind lightens with memories of Zeff as a child, and his smile returns. “Yeah, he’s the worst one of ‘em all. Still can’t imagine how I would have turned out without him, though.”
“It’s the same way with my little brother.” Ace says, and a large smile grows on his face. “God, he was the most annoying little kid you could ever imagine. But there’s no doubt he’s the greatest thing that happened to me.”
“Is he a pirate as well? Is he on your ship?”
Ace shakes his head. “No, he’s just about done training to set off on his own. But he’s gonna shake the world.”
“Jeez, that crazy, huh?”
“I hope he finds his way here, he’d love the food.”
“If I ever meet him, I’ll make sure he gets fed well.”
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I find the snippet Jay showed us very, very interesting. Eurylochus went from, "Let's just cut our losses and run" in the Circe saga to "You miss your wife so bad you'd sacrifice your own crew." I wanna see this. I wanna see where Eurylochus's character development goes.
(And then Odysseus replies with, "You would have done the same", likely referencing to what he said in the Circe saga.)
Now, I have been told by numerous people that Odysseus sacrificed some of his crew to escape Scylla (which, yikes, and also may be the actual event refered to in No Longer You, because it fits so well. Thanks guys!)
Seems to me the Eurylochus from the Circe saga would have understood Odysseus sacrificing a few men for the greater good so that they can get home, but the Eurylochus in the next saga doesn't seem to agree. In fact, he condemns him for it in the Mutiny snippet.
Hey, wouldn't it be funny, if, while Odysseus is having his downward spiral into ruthlessness, Eurylochus had his own rollercoaster of a journey from distrusting the Captain's decisions after Polyphemus to actually trusting him again? Wouldn't that be funny?
It's implied Eurylochus had something to do with the bag of storm being opened, whether he did it himself or just never stopped the crew, Eurylochus's own mistrust of Odysseus, likely, led to it being opened, and so many people killed. Do you think he thinks about it? Does it eat him up inside? And when he advocated to leave the men-to-pigs behind and escape Circe while they still can, did Odysseus's determination to get them back, that he'd do anything to get Eurylochus back if it were him, slap him in the face, too? That was how much Odysseus cared for him, and yet Eurylochus had thrown that love at his face when the crew opened the bag of storms. And the thing was, Odysseus succeeded! He got the crew back (Mostly. Elpenor wtf were you doing up there), and it was by opening himself up to her! Wouldn't it be so funny if, in the end, it had been Eurylochus who picked up Polites's philosophy??
Dusted it off from where he had dropped it in grief. Held it up to the light where he could see the fractures, the flaws, but also the warm soft glow of it, too. He may not be able to trust the world to be kind, but he can trust Odysseus. And wasn't that what Polites had wanted in the end? Trust in each other. Lead from the heart. Whatever they face, they'll survive it together.
Wouldn't that be so, so funny?
Boy, I sure do hope Odysseus won't do anything that would irrepairably break that newly grown trust :))))))
*muffled Scylla boss music steadily growing in the distance*
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