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Day 1 :)

I love them so much this was meant to be the pfp but I thought it had too much detail to be one :,)

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when you're injured (benn beckman || red haired shanks || portgas d. ace)

summary: how they react when you get injured

a/n: the req asked for Beckman with Shanks or Ace being alternative options but i thought i’d do a more headcanons-style for this one so i wrote for all 3 :D

contents: fluff!!, big men being soft, very mild description of physical injuries (Shanks’)

wc. 1.3k

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Benn Beckman

no matter how extensive the injuries, he tends to remain calm. it would take an insane injury to make him sweat but 99.9% he’ll be pretty good at not panicking

for smaller injuries like a cut or a bruise Beckman prefers to tend to you himself

epitome of gentle giant :’)

like he aware he’s a BIG dude, his one hand could grab your entire face effortlessly

still, he’s super good at being gentle and soft when he’s patching you up 

if you pout hard enough, you might even be able to coax a kiss out of him

for illnesses and more intense injuries, though, he’ll be quick to bring you to Hongo. it doesn’t matter how much you insist you’re fine, he can and will pick you up and bring you to the infirmary

if Hongo decides you need bedrest, Beckman won’t abandon his duties as First Mate (even if Shanks tells him it’s fine) but he will check in on you often throughout the day 

“hey, darlin’.” you stir awake to a cold sensation on your forehead. in your sleep-ridden state you swear you hear a slight sizzle as the wet cloth lays on your feverish skin. “how’re you feeling?”

“like shit,” you groan, nose clogged and throat dry as hell. “can i have some water?” you lift up your arms to make grabby hands. Beckman chuckles as he pours you a glass and forgoes handing it to you entirely, opting instead to hold it up to your lips himself.

after inhaling the entire cup, you wrap your fingers around his wrist. blearily, you blink away the dryness in your eyes.

‘cute,’ the First Mate thinks to himself. 

“take a nap with me?” you sniffle, the sound tugging at his heartstrings. it’s not very often you request such things from him, knowing how important his role is in the crew and the responsibilities that come with it.

“sure thing,” Beckman replies as he peels the cloth off your head and tosses it onto the bedside cabinet. scooting over, you make as much space as possible for him. it’s certainly a tight fit but he’s slept over in your quarters enough to be used to it.

once he settles into his usual position, you cuddle as closely to him as possible, curling into his chest. despite his cool and calm demeanor, you can hear how his heartbeat picks up.

“feeling shy, big guy?” you tease as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck.

“don’t be a brat,” he huffs lightheartedly but pulls you closer anyway.

–

Red Haired Shanks

contrary to how normal people would react, Shanks loves to overreact to small injuries and is always 100% calm during big ones 

he still worries and panics on the inside, of course, but it’s because your life could potentially be in danger does Shanks feel the need to put on his Emperor persona. it won’t do anyone any good if he, of all people, starts to lose it

for small, tiny, insignificant injuries though he’ll go ALL OUT

cut your finger? he’ll gasp so loud the entire ship hears it. then he’ll stick your finger in his mouth to clean the wound but mostly to get you flustered

bump into a railing and get a bruise? he will threaten to cut down the entire structure in your honour

fall down the stairs? he will offer to carry you on his back for the rest of your lives so you’ll never have to use your legs again

you, and the entire crew, are already used to Shanks behaving this way–it’s just one of the ways he shows his love for you–so when he has a totally different reaction, everyone knows to brace for impact

the sound of your yelp snatches Shanks’ attention from across the battlefield as he deals a quick, final blow to his current opponent before spinning around to scan the landscape. 

for a moment, it feels as though time itself slows to a crawl as the Emperor looks for your familiar face. he finds it several hundred of metres away and the sight punches the air straight out of his lungs. 

there you are, weapon discarded and arms held back by two enemy pirates whilst a third mockingly brandishes a dagger in front of you. there’s a red patch already blooming across the lower front of your shirt. 

in an instant, a wave of Conqueror’s Haki floods the entire area, rendering all enemies unconscious except for the dagger-wielder who’s merely knocked to the ground. you stumble backwards as you press your hand to your wounded torso, your sweaty face contorted in discomfort.

within the blink of an eye, Shanks’ appears between you and your assailant. from where you stand, all you can see is his tensed broad back. his remaining hand clenches the hilt of his sword so hard the veins in his forearm pop out angrily.

“y-you’re Red Haired Sh–”

“Hongo!” your captain and lover calls out abruptly, in a tone much too lighthearted considering the circumstances. “tend to my darling (Y/N), won’t you?” then he glances over his shoulder and shoots you a wink, “i’ll join you in a bit, my love.”

the crew’s doctor is quick to comply, even opting to carry you in his arms to prevent further aggravating the, admittedly, non-life threatening wound.

“don’t look,” Hongo warns with a laugh when he catches your eyes wandering behind him.

“i know.” you pout and glance away just as an agonised shriek tears through the air. 

–

Portgas D. Ace

king of overreacting

this man cannot stand to see you in any kind of pain, it doesn’t matter how big or small 

papercut? he’s rushing over with an alcohol swab and a bandaid

sprained ankle? he’s gonna carry you everywhere, no exceptions

that one time you actually almost kinda died? Whitebeard had to use his Conqueror’s Haki to knock him out cold because he was at risk of incinerating the entire island 

it may seem excessive to outsiders but Ace’s moments of overreaction don’t tend to last very long because it’s more of an instinctive thing. once he’s gotten a grasp on what your condition is, he’ll calm down and proceed forth accordingly 

Ace LOVES to fuss over you, though. so much so that sometimes you suspect he lowkey looks out for particular moments he can use as an excuse to glue himself to your side 

“Ace, i literally still have my left hand.” you wave said appendage in front of his face. “i can feed myself just fine.”

“no, no, no,” he tuts, continuing to hold your bowl of soup and spoon hostage. “what kind of boyfriend would i be if i just let you eat while you still have a splint on?”

“a normal one?” you respond in a mildly annoyed tone but both of you know perfectly well how endearing you find all of this to be. “i’m not a baby, Ace, lemme eat by myself.”

“you’re not a baby but you’re my baby.”

he got you with that one, not gonna lie.

“yo-you can’t just say that!” you instinctively try to hide your face in your hands, only to let out a cry of pain when you move your injured arm without thinking. “owwwwwww…” you can’t help but groan and laugh at yourself at the same time.

“don’t move it!” Ace scolds, nearly spilling the piping hot soup onto his own lap when he jerks forward to hold your splinted arm in place. 

although you continue to lightheartedly bicker with him, it isn’t lost on you how gentle his grasp on your injured arm is; and how much he starts to laugh as you continue to be annoyed.

his mouth might say, “stop being a pain and just drink the soup” but his eyes tell you: i love you more than words can say.

–

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okay I have another request for Sanji 🥺 Imagine that reader is too scared to confess that she likes/is in love with Sanji. Because she’s scared of being rejected she decides to talk to someone from the crew (It could be anyone) and she talks with them about how Sanji deserves the best and how she only wants him to be happy no matter if he ends up with Reader/Nami/Robin. She knows that it would hurt her but she wants Sanji to be happy with anyone he wants to be with so she prefers to help Sanji find someone to love instead of confessing. Sanji would hear the whole conversation and confront reader. >:(

Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you enjoy this <3

💞 Someone Worth Loving

Sanji x Reader | Yearning | Angst to Comfort | Soft Confession | Eavesdrop Reveal

The wind was gentle tonight — a soft breeze carrying the salt of the sea and the scent of freshly baked bread cooling in the galley. Most of the crew had turned in early, leaving the upper deck dim and quiet, washed in moonlight and the occasional creak of wood.

You sat near the railing, knees drawn to your chest, your voice low as you spoke to the one person who had noticed your growing tension the past few days.

“Are you gonna tell him?” Usopp asked, leaning back beside you, arms behind his head.

You shook your head quickly. “No. I can’t.”

Usopp frowned. “Why not? You clearly love the guy.”

You laughed — soft, brittle. “Exactly. I love him. And that’s the problem.”

A silence stretched between you, broken only by the rhythmic lapping of waves.

You hugged your knees tighter. “Sanji’s… he’s amazing, Usopp. He’s kind. He’s romantic. He notices things. He listens. He gives, even when he’s got nothing left for himself. I mean, have you seen how he treats people? Like they’re precious. Like they matter.”

Usopp glanced at you, expression unreadable.

“I just…” You exhaled. “He deserves someone like that, you know? Someone beautiful and strong and confident. Someone like Nami, or Robin — not someone like me.”

“That’s—”

“I’m serious,” you interrupted gently. “I’m not fishing for compliments. I’ve thought about this. I don’t want to weigh him down with feelings he didn’t ask for. If I confessed and he didn’t feel the same… it’d be selfish.”

Your voice cracked.

“I love him enough that I’d rather see him happy with someone else than risk losing what we have. I’d help him find that person if I had to. Because… he deserves love. The kind he gives.”

Neither of you noticed the shadow at the galley door.

Not at first.

Sanji had meant to step outside for a smoke. Just one cigarette. Just a few minutes of quiet.

But he heard your voice.

And then he couldn’t move.

Every word pierced deeper than the last — and not because it hurt, but because it felt like finding something he thought he’d never have: someone who loved him without condition.

When you said you’d help him find someone else — even if it broke your heart — he couldn’t take it anymore.

“You’re wrong,” came the voice from behind you.

You flinched, head whipping around.

Sanji stood there, half-shadowed by moonlight and doorway, eyes wide and storm-blue, full of something raw and breaking.

Usopp blinked. “Oh, wow. I’m just gonna…” He made a vague exit gesture and bolted like a man on fire.

Sanji stepped forward slowly.

You stood too quickly. “Sanji—how much—?”

“Enough,” he said, voice thick. “Enough to know you’ve been holding this in. Enough to know I’ve been an idiot.”

You panicked. “Please, don’t—just forget I said anything, okay? I don’t want this to ruin—”

“No,” he said, firmer now. “You don’t get to say that. Not when you just offered to break your own heart so I could find someone to love. Someone. Like it wasn’t already you.”

You stared, frozen.

He took another step. “Do you think I’d let just anyone see me? Really see me? Do you think I look at anyone the way I look at you?”

“I don’t—”

“I thought I was too much,” he whispered. “Too loud. Too dramatic. Too flirty to be taken seriously. I told myself someone like you could never want me the way I want you.”

Your breath caught.

“But I was wrong. And so were you.”

His hands shook as he reached for you — tentative, but wanting. “You are exactly what I’ve always been looking for. Not someone like Nami or Robin. You. The one who sees through me. The one who stays.”

Your voice barely made it out. “Sanji…”

He stepped closer still, close enough to touch, but waiting — waiting for you to move too.

“I don’t want someone perfect,” he said, voice barely a whisper now. “I want someone who loves with their whole heart. Someone who would hurt quietly just to protect mine. That’s not a flaw. That’s love. That’s you.”

A beat of silence passed.

And then you reached for him.

You buried your face in his chest as his arms wrapped tightly around you, like he’d never let go again. His hand cupped the back of your head, his lips pressing against your hairline in reverence.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner,” you whispered.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, forehead resting against yours.

“You just said it in the most you way possible,” he murmured. “And I heard you.”

And then he kissed you — slow, certain, the kind of kiss that said I’m here. I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.

The moon hung high above the sea as two people — too afraid to speak, too brave not to feel — finally found their way to each other.

Because love, real love, isn’t just about grand gestures.

Sometimes, it’s found in the quiet moments.

In the things you never meant for anyone to hear.

And the person who hears them anyway — and stays.

[warriorheart13-blog]

After the arch with a cake island, Sanji feels worthless, as the powder said about him … Let him save the biological family, but did not receive mutual love … who once was for him with his mother and sister Reiju … The reader, who is in love with him and perhaps even meeting with Sanji, was on those events of the cake of the island … When the team returned with the reader to Sanny, Sanji could not hold back his tears and cried on the deck, along with the walking rain around … The girl in love with him, notices this state and going out into the rain, not afraid to get wet … She approaches Sanji and hugs him from behind … Sanji may be silent … Or he can turn in his arms, buried in the reader's neck … The girl asks Sanji that he is grunting and Sanji talks about her past and family and that one is still … But the girl says that Sanji is not the only one … with him the team and she … confesses to love … They go inside the cabins and Sanji kisses her and falls asleep on her knees … while the girl strokes his hair …

Thank you so much for requesting ! I know I didn’t get your last request exactly right so I hope I got it right this time! <3

❤️‍🩹 🌧️ In the rain

Sanji x Reader | Post-Whole Cake Island | Comfort | Rain | Confession | Vulnerability

The rain came in slow sheets across the deck of the Thousand Sunny — not a storm, but not gentle either. It was the kind of rain that felt like it understood sorrow.

The mission was done. The crew had escaped Whole Cake Island. Barely. With bruises, burns, and hearts cracked open in ways no one was ready to talk about.

And Sanji… he hadn’t said much since they left.

He smiled at everyone.

He cooked everyone’s meals.

He even told Luffy he was sorry — again — with quiet sincerity and a broken smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

But you had been there.

You’d seen the way his hands trembled at night when he thought no one was looking. You’d heard the silence that stretched behind the closed galley door. And now, tonight, after dinner — when everyone else had gone below to rest — you found him standing alone on the deck, in the pouring rain, shoulders hunched and unmoving.

And crying.

It wasn’t loud, it wasn’t dramatic — it was heartbreak made quiet. A hand over his face. Shoulders trembling. No sound but the rain.

You stepped out before you even realized what you were doing.

The cold hit instantly, soaking you to the bone, but you didn’t care. You walked slowly, carefully, until you were right behind him.

Then you wrapped your arms around him.

Soft. Gentle. A hold that said I’m here. You don’t have to carry this alone.

At first, he froze.

But then — slowly — his hands came up to hold your arms where they wrapped around his chest.

And then he turned.

Wordlessly, he pressed his face into the crook of your neck and let himself break.

Not with sobs. Not loudly.

Just… held. Quiet and shivering. Like someone who had held too much for too long.

You whispered against his temple, “Sanji… what’s wrong?”

His voice came raw and low. “I saved them… and it still wasn’t enough.”

You stayed still, not loosening your hold.

“I saved my bastard father and scum brothers,” he said, almost spitting the words. “I risked everything. I baked that goddamn cake, I begged Big Mom for mercy, I lied to my crew… and when it was over? He still treated me like I wasn’t worth the dirt under his boot — same as my asshole brothers.”

His fingers tightened in the fabric of your soaked shirt.

“I just wanted a father who would see me. A family who would be proud. Like my mom was. Like Reiju is. But it still wasn’t enough for his cold heart… just thinking about him makes me sick.”

You pulled back just enough to look at him — rain streaming down both your faces, but his eyes were clearer now. Raw. Unhidden.

You cupped his face, your thumbs brushing the water away from his cheeks. “You were never the problem, Sanji. You were never not enough.”

He tried to look away, but you wouldn’t let him.

“You gave everything — and they still didn’t love you. That’s not your fault. That’s theirs. You don’t need to keep breaking yourself to earn love from people who never knew what to do with a heart like yours.”

He opened his mouth, but no words came.

So you continued.

“You are not alone. You have your crew. You have your kitchen. You have your dream.”

You swallowed — voice shaking — and stepped closer.

“And you have me.”

His eyes widened.

“I love you,” you whispered, breath catching. “Not because you cook for me. Not because you protect me. But because you feel more than anyone I’ve ever met. Because even after all the cruelty, you still love people. You still hope. You still fight.”

Rain poured between you in a curtain of silver. But he saw you — really saw you — like you were the sun breaking through a storm.

And then he kissed you.

Slow. Deep. Full of salt and rain and desperation and gratitude.

When he pulled away, his voice trembled. “I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve the world,” you whispered. “But tonight, you’ll have me. Just rest.”

So you led him below deck — the warmth inside a contrast to the downpour outside — and settled onto the soft couch in the quiet of the galley.

He curled into your lap without a word, head resting against your thigh, breath slowing as you gently combed your fingers through his damp golden hair.

His breathing evened out. His body relaxed.

And for the first time in days — maybe weeks — Sanji slept.

Safe.

Held.

Home.

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👶🍼 One Day

(Reader asks Sanji if he’s ever thought about having kids.)

Sanji x Reader | Domestic Fluff | Soft Future Talk | Emotional Intimacy

The sea was calm that evening, the sky a wash of soft purples and golds. The ship rocked gently beneath you as you sat curled on the deck just outside the galley, legs tucked under you, your head resting against Sanji’s shoulder.

He was quiet too, cigarette burning low between his fingers, one arm lazily draped around your waist. The world felt still — just the two of you and the distant sound of the waves.

You hesitated for a moment, then looked up at him, your voice gentle.

“Sanji?”

He hummed. “Hmm?”

“Have you ever… thought about having kids?”

The question hung in the air like candle smoke. Not heavy — but real. It made him pause.

He glanced down at you, cigarette now forgotten in the ashtray beside him. His brow softened, his lips parting slightly in surprise.

“You mean… with you?”

You gave a soft laugh, nudging him. “No, with Robin. Yes, with me, idiot.”

He smiled, heart hammering in his chest at the very thought. His hand squeezed your hip.

“I’ve thought about it,” he said after a moment, voice lower now, more serious. “Not often. Not… out loud.”

You looked up at him. “Why not?”

Sanji’s gaze softened. “Because I didn’t think I’d ever get to live long enough to dream about things like that. Not with my past. Not with this life.”

You reached for his hand, threading your fingers through his. “Well, you’re here now. And I’m here. So… I’m dreaming a little.”

He kissed your forehead — slow, warm, grateful.

“What about you?” he asked. “You really want kids someday?”

You nodded, leaning into him. “Yeah. Not now. But someday? Yeah. A little part of us running around the ship — or some quiet house, maybe, after all this adventuring’s done.”

Sanji was quiet again for a beat.

Then: “Do you think we’d be good parents?”

You looked up at him. “I think we’d be amazing parents.”

He smiled. “Do you think we’d have a daughter or a son?”

You grinned. “What would you want?”

Sanji turned his face away slightly, flustered. “That’s not fair, you can’t just—” But then he laughed under his breath. “Okay. I think… I’d want a daughter.”

Your heart fluttered. “Yeah?”

He nodded. “One who’s got your smile. And your fire. And the same way you roll your eyes at me when I get too dramatic.”

You giggled. “She’d have you wrapped around her little finger in two minutes flat.”

“Exactly,” he said, mock-proud. “And I’d happily be her servant for life.”

You leaned into his shoulder again. “A little girl with your hair and my eyes.”

He hummed. “Or your voice and my legs.”

You laughed, eyes misty now. “What about a son?”

Sanji smiled. “Then I’d teach him how to cook. And how to respect women. And how to fight fair.”

“And how to smoke?”

He gave you a look. “No. That dies with me.”

You laughed again, leaning up to kiss his cheek. He turned into it, then caught your lips in a soft, slow kiss that tasted like home.

When you pulled away, you whispered: “I think you’d be a really good dad, Sanji.”

He held you a little tighter.

“And I already know you’d be a perfect mom.”

You sat there for a while longer, curled against each other under the stars — not rushing the future, but quietly holding it between you, like something sacred.

[warriorheart13-blog]

Hello! Not sure if requests are still open, but could I request one piece akainu x reader? He's one of my favourite marines but not people written for him. It's okay if you can't tho!

Thank you for reading and keep up the good writing!

HOMECOMING

— Akainu x Reader (One Piece)

: ̗̀➛ Summary: It was a special day, your anniversary with Akainu and you expected to be alone. Until the door opens and you found your husband standing there with flowers and cake in his hands.

: ̗̀➛Word Count: 1.6K words

: ̗̀➛ Content Tags: Fluff, angst, loneliness, yearning, missed anniversaries, Akainu overworking, you miss him dearly, domestic, a bit crack because of Kizaru

Mwahgo's Notes: Hey so I'm an ace liker lmao, but I pushed aside my feelings and took your req! I was not expecting to get this req😭 so i apologize if I didn't do Akainu right. Thank you for requesting!💗

(Also, I want to announce theres 3 more slots for req!)

A knock came from the other side of Akainu’s office door. The fleet admiral looked up from writing paper before ordering, “State your name and business,” in a firm, authoritative tone.

The voice quivered behind the door, “S-Sir, there’s another message sent under the name of ‘Magma’..” They said.

Akainu’s eyes widened slightly, “Come in,” His tone shifted from strict to something softer.

The marine officer entered the office—his arms shaking on his sides as he stood in front of the highest positioning officer in the Marines. Akainu pointed towards the small stack of paperwork, silently signaling the lower officer to place the letter there. The young marine didn’t hesitate as he placed the letter to where his superior pointed as he quickly removes himself from the office.

After the marine officer left, Akainu dismisses his paperwork and—gently—opens the envelope. His eyes wandered at the familiar writing of his darling wife, who is back at home and has not seen him in a long while. Ever since he was promoted as Fleet Admiral, Akainu has been buried in paperwork, fulfilling the missing assignments left by the former Fleet Admiral, Sengoku. He has left his wife at home and until today, he doesn’t know when will he be home.

Until you sent your first letter to him, confessing how you discovered this through a friend’s recommendation. She experienced that her husband is also busy at work and so, she started her letter writing with her husband. You also wrote that you missed him dearly, saying that the house is much more emptier without him and asking him when will he come home, which made his heart sink. Akainu knew he couldn’t give you a straight answer, he always says a rough date of his homecoming. In a week, in a few days, he says but he never came through the door.

You ended the letter with your profession of love to him and with your signature and a lipstick mark. Cliche, he almost laughed at an almost flirty letter.

With the envelope opened, he reads through your words.

To my dear husband,

How are you? Has the government been giving you a hard time? I know the work you do isn’t easy, and I pray every night that you find strength, courage and comfort even when you’re far from home.

I miss you so much. The house is still the same without you—quiet and empty. There are times I catch myself reaching for you, only to realize you’re not beside me.

Can you believe our anniversary is close? Another year of us, though this one we’ll be apart, as usual. Still, not distance can ever lessen the love I carry for you. I may celebrate alone again, but I have you in my heart and memory.

Please take care of yourself, my husband. I look forward to the day you come back. Until then, know that you are always in my thoughts, my prayers and most of all, my heart.

Forever yours, (Y/N)

Even he’s known to be a stone cold, strict leader, your letter made his heart swell. It was a short message, but your message was impactful. Your love radiated through your words. His eyes raked through the message once again, wanting to relive your love for him until he stopped at a paragraph. The paragraph mentioned your wedding anniversary as he turned to the mini calendar on his table as his eyes widened.

After being buried in so much work, meetings and pirate hunting, he realized that anniversary is a day away. Was I that busy? He asked himself, before contemplating. The pile of papers continues to rise as the days go on and he knew he have a lot on his plate. He knew he had to do work on the following days, or else the Marine headquarters wouldn’t run as normal.

But he has second thoughts, surely the headquarters wouldn’t be under attack if he’s gone for a few days. Besides, there are many powerful Marines that can be in charge, maybe he can assign Kizaru to be Fleet Admiral for a day. He leaned back to his chair, thinking deeply. He couldn’t just abandoned his morals as a Marine, but he damn well know that if he doesn’t come home to another anniversary, he’ll have to face your sadness when he has the time to come home. Your anniversary is special for the both of you and he was determined to make it special.

Standing up from his chair and fixing his stuff, he left his office and went to Kizaru’s, knocking demandingly at his door, “Yes?” His sleazy voice echoed at the other side.

He pried the door opened as he was greeted with Kizaru laid back, feet kicked on top of his desk as he cuts his nails, “What can I do for the Fleet Admiral?” He hummed, not even sparing Akainu a glance.

“You’re Fleet Admiral for the next 3 days,” He announced, making Kizaru almost fall out his chair.

“Wh-What?! What’s with this sudden announcement?” He asked, fixing his yellow suit.

“I’ll be gone for the next 3 days,” Akainu said flatly, already wanting to leave his office but Kizaru stops him.

“And why is that? You sound like you’re in a hurry for something,” He commented.

Akainu is not the sappiest person, so explaining wanting to come home for him and his wife’s anniversary to a man like Kizaru gives him headaches, “I’m going home to my wife..” He trailed off, “.. It’s our anniversary tomorrow,” He said.

Kizaru stared at him for a moment before laughing, “Well, I was not expecting this to the strict Fleet Admiral,” He teased.

A vein irked on Akainu’s temple, “Not a word to anyone about this conversation,” He said, threatening him with his lava.

Kizaru raised his hands in surrender and agreed to be Fleet Admiral to cover up for Akainu. As he left, he called a marine to prepare a ship for him to sail back home. While that’s under cover, he went out to town as he bought a cake and some extra gifts to bring home to you.

It was the day of the wedding anniversary as your eyes fluttered open, the sunlight shining between the curtains. You turned to your side as you sighed in sadness—another empty bed space, the space where your husband is supposed to be sleeping on. It was another anniversary where you celebrate alone, in your marital home you’re supposed to share with him but since he was too busy with work, he wasn’t home for your anniversary.

You understand his line of work, everyday you dread when will you last see him, you always think about his safety while he’s fighting against pirates or worry if he’s taking care of himself without your presence. Akainu is old enough to know that, but you know he pushes himself too hard and you’re scared one day he’ll break.

Sighing, you left the cold bed and went to the bathroom to freshen up. After that, you went downstairs to prepare yourself some breakfast. Pulling out some eggs, leftover rice, some ham and vegetables as you started cooking.

You remember the simpler times, you and Akainu would silently cook together in the kitchen—no exchange of words, just busy doing your own kitchen duties. Until it was time to eat, that’s where you pour everything, your goals, your to do list, his work and the pirates that stresses him. Eating together was very sacred for the both of you, it was the only time where you get to genuinely bond together—no work, no distractions, just two married people conversing.

Now, everything felt empty, the bed was cold, the food was just served for you and there was no person across you to rant about your problems or tell the stories you heard from others. It was quiet, and not the good kind.

After cooking, you put the plate on the table and sighed, feeling extremely lonely and yearning for your husband. As you were about to take a bite, a knock came through the door. Your heart beats, thinking it might be real, but at the same time, it might just be some mail or a visitor you’ve forgotten they’re visiting. You hopped off the chair and went to the door, your hand shakily turned the knob before prying it open.

You peeked at the small gap and saw a familiar frame as you gasped before fully opening it. There he stood, Sakazuki in his Marine uniform, flowers in one hand and some gifts on the other. He turned to your shock expression before announcing, “Happy anniversary,”

Tears filled your eyes as you threw yourself on him, pulling him to a longing hug. Sakazuki buried his face on your shoulder as you cried on his, “I miss you… so much,” You whispered.

He pulled away from your embrace and wiped your fallen tears, “I miss you too,” He said, “And I’m sorry I haven’t been home in a long while,” He frowned.

You shook your head as you cupped his face, “Don’t apologize for any of that, I’m just happy you’re home for our special day,” You smiled as you pulled him down for a kiss.

Sakazuki kissed back and as you pulled away, he looks down at your outfit. You stood in front of him in his buttoned shirt and your pajama pants with fluffy slippers on. You blushed embarrassingly, “… I thought you aren’t coming home,” You explained as he shook his head.

“There’s no problem here, my love, you still look beautiful as the day we met,” He said as you blushed before letting him inside the home, your shared home with him.

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Hi hi ! I love your writing ^^ if it's alright, can i request Kid with an s/o who's the ship doctor, and is always making sure the crew is healthy and taken care of, but is horrible when it comes to watching their own health, like ignoring when they're sick ? Thank in advance ! ^^

I apologize for the long waiting but here we go.☆

☆Kid when his s/o is also the doctor of the Victoria Punk

CW gn!reader, pretty fluff

WC : around 500

Kid is not a man of many words, but he watches. Especially when it comes to his crew, because his men and you are the only people he cares about. The whole world can burn as long as his crew is safe. 

And you’re the one keeping the crew safe. Best doctor around. Always taking good care of each member of the Victoria Punk, helping Killer dealing with the trauma of the SMILE, bandaging Kid whenever he’s doing something stupid, putting Wire to bed when he has a fever, making sure everyone’s eating healthy and getting enough sleep…

It’s your job after all, and you love it. But you’re a workaholic and Kid hates it. Because you’re his lover, and you have to be on tip-top form all the time. Otherwise, he worries for you and can’t focus on his main goal: becoming the next PK.

As soon as he notices you’re coughing, he furrows his brows. Your skin is paler than usual. Voice huskier. Arms crossed, leaning against a wall, he mumbles something to himself. “They think I’m dumb or what? Gonna kill them if they don’t rest.” 

As the day keeps going, you’re still focused on your work. Heat needs your help with an injury, and you just finished suturing the wound when you suddenly zone out and almost faint. So of course, Heat yells to Kid to come over here. 

As he takes a look at how pale and sick you look, Kid gives you an angry scowl, “Goddamn it! Go to bed! Heal yourself first before trying to heal others!” 

And you don’t even have the right to argue because, Kid being Kid, he just won’t listen to you. It’s like talking to the wind. So first thing first, he locks access to your surgery office with a ridiculous amount of chains and lockers. Then, he orders you to go to bed, in front of everyone. “Guys, if you catch them trying to escape this bedroom, you better get them back to the bed immediately,” he snarls before slamming the door of your shared bedroom. 

He shows you a pair of handcuffs. “Try to sneak away and I’ll tie you to the bed.” 

Deep inside, he’s just worrying for you. Kid just sucks with emotions. The whole night, as you get some rest and sleep, he sits there, watching you, caressing your hair and face with rare tenderness, smearing his lipstick on your cheek as he kisses it. From time to time, he reaches for your forehead to check your temperature. 

As you wake up in the middle of the night, Kid almost jumps in surprise.

“Were you watching over me?,” You ask softly.

Kid grunts. “Nah. Just fell asleep on the chair.” 

Liar. 

As you fall asleep again, he stays and whispers more to himself, “Won’t let you die of overwork, dummy.” 

What will he never know? You weren’t sleeping. You heard. And you melted.

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worship you.

pairing: dracule mihawk x. f reader blurb: mihawk lays his eyes upon you, turns into a simp. he needs you like water. ---------------

the first time mihawk laid his eyes upon you, his breath stuttered. an audible hitch. the dracule mihawk, known and revered as cold and calculated. the mihawk who didn't care for women, but sought solace in a glass of wine. the same mihawk who was so deeply bewitched by your mere presence alone, unravelling after seeing something so divine.

you were a sight to behold. something curated from god himself. and your eyes, god your eyes. men would fight wars just so they could take a peak at your eyes. mihawk would fight a war just to see your eyes. your face was framed in mihawk's mind.

you looked down at the gold watch on your wrist and frowned. your friend was supposed to meet you in town. you had put on your new black dress and heels, an outfit that could cause a saint to sin. you'd even done your hair and makeup all nicely, eager to spend some time with your friend.

you were late, yet your friend still wasn't here. instead of fretting, you scanned the area around you and spotted a bench. you took a seat, pulled out a compact mirror from your purse and reapplied some of your lipstick.

red. perfectly red. not too bright, yet not too dark. mihawk was entranced. how could something hold so much beauty? how did you walk, unaware of the casual effect you were stirring in his heart?

and when a man approached and took a seat beside you, he wanted to run. he wanted to be your savior. he wanted nothing more than to see those beautiful eyes as your sweet red lips spoke about how grateful you were for scaring away this creep. but, mihawk waited.

the man who sat next to you, was disheveled. he reeked of alcohol. the man started slowly moving over, until his leg was only a hair apart from yours. then, he turned and looked at you.

"how many berries for a good time?" his breath smelled rancid.

mihawk thought you'd be afraid. he prepared to stride towards you, but he stopped. he saw you turn towards the man and smile, and then start slowly lifting up your dress. the man was smirking, eyes steadfast on your slowly exposed legs. slowly, your slid your dress up to your thigh. there, a holster with a dagger.

you slowly brought up your gaze to lock eyes with the man sitting next to you. the man gasped, standing up quickly before backing away. you simply laughed. the laugh of a siren who knows she could bring any man down to his knees.

mihawk internally had combusted. while his composure remained as usual, his heart and brain were on fire. in his 43 years of life, he has never thought as much to ask god for something. but after seeing you, his vision has changed. that night, he entered a small local church on the island. he got down on his knees, closed his eyes, and prayed. he prayed god would bring the heavenly creature that has stolen his breath into his life. that he could worship every inch of you, admire the way you were crafted, and that you would find an eternal bliss with him the way no other man could provide. he prayed that for every accomplished dream you would be by his side, and through you he'd find fate.

a fate greater than stolen kisses and romantical whims. no. something far greater. something destined to happen, written within the history of the soil itself. you belonged to him. it was just a matter of moments till you realize it.

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🥀 You flinched

Sanji x Reader | Past Trauma | Emotional Intimacy | Gentle Comfort

It was nothing — truly.

He reached for your shoulder, just a simple, instinctive touch as he laughed. You’d made a joke, something dry and sarcastic, and he loved when you got like that. So he reached out to pull you close—

And you flinched.

Not dramatically.

Not with a scream or a stumble.

Just a split-second jerk back, your breath catching as your body reacted before your mind could explain why.

You both froze.

Sanji’s hand stopped mid-air. His smile vanished instantly. His eyes widened — not in offense, not in anger, but in concern. He pulled his hand back like it had burned him.

“I— I didn’t mean—” he stammered, eyes flicking to yours, scanning your face with heartbreaking gentleness. “Did I scare you?”

Your throat tightened. Shame swelled in your chest.“No,” you said quickly. Too quickly. “I just… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to— It wasn’t you.”

He stepped back, giving you space. His voice softened.“Was it… someone else?”

You hesitated.

And then, finally, you nodded. “A long time ago. He’d raise his hand when he was angry. Or even when he wasn’t. Just… because he could.”

Sanji didn’t speak. No apologies, no promises—not yet. He simply listened. Really listened. And all the while, his jaw clenched, betraying the anger he refused to voice.

Your voice shook. “I know you’re not him. I know that. But sometimes my body doesn’t catch up with my brain, and I just—” You swallowed. “I hate that I did that to you.”

He took a slow breath. Moved carefully — not toward you, but down, sinking to one knee in front of you like he was grounding himself, lowering the tension in the room.

“I’m not angry,” he said softly. “I’m not hurt. I’m just…” His eyes found yours. “I’m heartbroken that some bastard made you feel that way. That someone made you think flinching was safer than trusting a hand coming toward you.”

You blinked, tears threatening now.

“I would never hurt you,” he said, voice low and firm. “Not in a moment of anger. Not in a moment of anything. Not ever.”

“I know,” you whispered.

“I’m not asking you to prove it,” he said. “You don’t owe me comfort. You don’t have to unlearn your reflexes overnight. Just let me be patient with you. Let me love you at your pace.”

You knelt with him slowly, and he reached out — this time with full pause, waiting.

“Can I touch you?” he asked gently.

You nodded.

His hand brushed your cheek, thumb catching a tear. “You’re safe with me,” he murmured. “Always.”

You leaned into his touch this time — not flinching, but melting.

He kissed your forehead, slow and careful. “If you ever need space, I’ll give it. If you need silence, I’ll keep it. If you need reminding that I’m not him—” he looked into your eyes, “—I’ll remind you every single day.”

You exhaled shakily, wrapping your arms around him. “Thank you.”

He held you close. Steady. Gentle.

“You don’t ever have to thank me for being kind to you,” he whispered into your hair. “That’s just love, mon amour. That’s all this is.”

And in that stillness, the past didn’t vanish — but it loosened its grip.

Because now, you had Sanji.

And Sanji wasn’t him.

Sanji was safe.

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Wedded Bliss: Husband! Sanji x Fem! Reader Blurb

Word count: 395 Warnings: none!

Husband Sanji is the kind of man every girl dreams about being with.

Sure, he was a flirt before you two became exclusive, but once your relationship grew serious, the idea of even thinking of another woman romantically repulsed him.

As soon as he slipped that engagement ring on your finger, his eyes were on you and you only. Sanji is the most loyal husband you could ever hope to find and would worship the land you walk on.

He's also very thoughtful. If he notices that you're tired from a long day, he'll skip out on his chef duties for a bit to pamper you for a while.

Sanji knows just how to cheer you up when you're feeling a bit down in the dumps, too.

The moment he catches wind of anything that is bothering you, you can bet that he will either do anything in his power to help you solve the problem, or cook you your favorite meal to soothe your woes before he marches off to defend your honor.

He's still respectful of your independence, though. If all you need is his support, Sanji's glad to just stay in the background and cheer you on as you kick ass.

(He's not afraid to admit he thinks you're so hot when you're beating your enemies to a pulp, either.)

Never in all of the oceans could you hope to find a lover more devoted & attentive than him. He will do almost anything you ask of him- Sometimes, you even have to restrain him from going too far with it.

And as much as he loves & adores you, you love him right back.

Not only is he your best friend, Sanji is your soulmate, partner in crime and the only person you want to spend the rest of eternity with.

Of course, there will be arguments like any other relationship, but the two of you care too much for the other to let it all go to waste over a disagreement. You always try to resolve the fight before it grows too big to handle.

In the end, Husband! Sanji would do anything to keep you happy and safe in heart, body & mind. Nothing in the world could ever feel so right to him as the love the two of you share.

He is yours just as much as you are his.

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🥰🫂Sanji taking care of you on your period

Sanji x Reader | Period Comfort | Domestic Fluff | Comfort Food + Emotional Support

It started that morning.

You’d barely managed to get out of bed, wincing with every step. That familiar twisting ache curled low in your belly, and your mood hovered somewhere between exhausted and please-don’t-talk-to-me.

Sanji noticed the second you walked into the galley — oversized sweater, blanket over your shoulders, and a sluggish shuffle.

He didn’t say a word at first. Just met your eyes across the room and tilted his head, instantly alert.

“Cramps?” he asked gently, stepping toward you.

You nodded with a sigh. “The bad ones.”

He was at your side in an instant, one hand on your back, the other brushing your hair behind your ear.

“Okay, sweetheart. Let me take care of you, yeah?”

You didn’t resist — you never did when Sanji took that tone: soft, calm, full of quiet affection.

🥣 Step One: Comfort Food King

He set you up on the couch in the corner of the galley — wrapped you in a heavier blanket, placed a warm compress gently against your stomach, and propped up your legs with a pillow.

Then he got to work.

• A pot of warm tomato soup simmered on the stove within minutes, seasoned with basil and a tiny hint of spice.

• He rolled out soft flatbread by hand, brow furrowed in focus, humming quietly to himself.

• And yes — he baked. A simple vanilla cake with raspberry filling and cream cheese icing. Your favorite.

When he brought you a tray, he knelt beside the couch and smiled softly.

“All made from scratch. Like you deserve.”

You took a slow spoonful of soup and sighed. “This is heaven.”

He chuckled, brushing his thumb across your knee. “Just wait till dessert.”

💆‍♀️ Step Two: Full-Service Cuddle Provider

After you’d eaten, Sanji pulled you gently into his lap, one hand on your back, the other cradling your legs across his thighs.

“Don’t move. I’ve got you.”

His hand smoothed over your side in lazy, comforting motions. He whispered little things — stories from his past, compliments about how strong you are, how beautiful you are even now, when you felt bloated and cranky and sore.

At one point, he even whispered: “I’d take the pain from you if I could. You know that, right?”

You nuzzled into his chest. “I know. But this is… perfect.”

🧴 Step Three: Tender Little Extras

Sanji’s care doesn’t stop at food and cuddles. No, no. He’s observant and intuitive:

• He gently massages your lower back while you lie on your side.

• He runs a warm bath if he knows that helps, lighting a candle and placing your favorite towel nearby.

• He ties your hair back for you when you feel too tired to bother.

• He gives you one of his shirts to wear — because he knows it’s soft, and it smells like him, and that helps you sleep.

• He even keeps a little “emergency period kit” in the kitchen drawer — chocolate, painkillers, heat packs, and tea. You didn’t ask him to. He just… did.

💤 And When You Fall Asleep…

He doesn’t move.

He just sits there, one arm still around you, his chin resting against your hair, breathing slow and deep.

And when he whispers just before you doze off, it’s the gentlest thing in the world: “I’ll be right here when you wake up, mon trésor. Always.”

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A Drunk Zoro Confesses to you

(gender neutral)

You have been a member of The Straw Hat pirates for a few weeks now and got along well with everyone.

Captain Luffy, Nami, Usopp, Chopper and Robin, all adored you, even the perverted cook Sanji thought you were endearing and loved having you on the crew.

The only person who gave you a cold shoulder was the first mate and the crews swordsmen, Roronoa Zoro. For some reason he’d always ignore you or just grunt a response when you tried to speak with him.

Nami told you to give it time that he would eventually come around, but you were doubtful. He didn’t even treat Sanji like he treated you. Something that bothered you but was pointed out as a blessing by the cook.

“Why would you want that stupid moss heads attention? Consider yourself lucky, Y/n. Trust me nothing come to any good with that idiot.” Sanji had spoken just loud enough for Zoro, who was sleeping nearby, to hear. Provoking the green haired swordsmen awake and leading to an all-out brawl.

You sighed in defeat and walked back to the cabin to catch up on some sleep.

Later that night you woke up feeling thirsty and decided to grab something to drink. As you made your way to the kitchen you couldn’t help but notice Zoro on the main deck, he looked fine but you could smell the alcohol a mile away.

You softly approached him with a frown.

“I hope you haven’t drunk all the alcohol again,” you say thoughtful, “Last time you did Sanji blew a gasket and made you buy the whole stock back. I’m pretty sure you still owe Nami for the loan too.”

Zoro turns around, his cheeks red, “Oh, it’s just you.” He says with a gruff and dismissive tone.

You roll your eyes, not really in the mood for his shit and turn around to leave.

“Where do you think your going?” He asks, sounding annoyed and clearly drunk.

You roll your eyes again, “I’m going to the kitchen for something to drink,” you say just wanting to get your drink and go back to bed.

Zoro scoffs, “God your insufferable.” You glare at him, “We’ll excuse me for being thirsty you say annoyed.

Zoro shakes his head, “Get your sexy ass over here and drink with me.” He says in his same dismissive tone as earlier.

Your eyes practically bulge out of your head at his words.

“W… what?”

Zoro grumbles, “Don’t tell me all your brain powers going to looking hot for me. I said get your gorgeous little ass over here and drink with me.”

You look at him confused but can’t help feeling your cheeks flush. Without thinking you walk over to him and let him wrap an arm around your waist.

Zoro pulls you against his chest and smirks.

“Alone at last sexy, you going to behave?”

Words try to come out but die on your tongue instead. You want to ask Zoro what’s going on, but he doesn’t give you time. He smashes his lips against yours making you gasp in surprise.

Zoro pulls you even closer and slips his tongue into your mouth and surprisingly you let him. For five blissful minutes your tongues dance together, and all your troubles vanish.

Then the need for air arises and both of you pull back. Zoro and you both are panting like crazy.

“God- I’ve wanted to do that from the moment I met you.” Zoro says panting.

You look at him confused, “W-what are you talking about Zoro?”

Zoro rolls his eyes, “For fucks sake, I’m in love with you, you idiot. I swear your looks are better then your brains.” He says sounding annoyed that he’s having to spell it out for you.

In an instant you strike him with your fist and he’s down on the ground knocked out cold. You think about leaving him there but decide to take mercy and drag his sorry ass back to his hammock.

~

The next day when Zoro finally gets up, he decides to confront you in the kitchen where you are hanging out with Sanji.

“That was a lousy shot last night y/n, and you know it.” He says slightly pissed off.

You roll your eyes at him, “You called me an idiot. After kissing me too, so you deserved it.”

Sanji continues making breakfast trying not to ease drop. He ignores how the two of you invade each other’s personal space and bump your chest against each other.

What he can’t ignore how ever is when you and Zoro immediately start making out in his kitchen.

“HEY GET OUT OF HERE!” Sanji rages, kicking you both out of the kitchen and away from him.

You and Zoro laugh before going right back at it and for once your thankful Zoro is a drunk. Other wise none of this would have ever happened.

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Stronger Than You Look

A/N: my first stand-alone fic for Zoro, thank you @petalpetal for the request "zoro seeing how how reader is actually strong (in something other physical strength, aka maybe reader is really cunning or is emotionally strong or something else) and zoro who might of had a little crush but kept denying it" hope you like it.

Plot: Zoro realizes that strength doesn't always have to be about muscles and he finds that very attractive.

Warnings: sfw, none really, use of Y/N, not proofread

Characters: Zoro x GnReader, cameos by Usopp, Sanji and Luffy

The port town smelled like salt and lies.

Zoro had never been good at politics, he preferred things you could cut. Preferably in half. So when Nami insisted they go talk to the local merchant guild about some shady deals involving stolen cargo and double-crossing smugglers, Zoro tuned out halfway through.

He let you handle it. You, the newest member of the crew. No devil fruit. No sword. No fists of fury. You had barely been with them a month, and as far as Zoro could tell, your best weapon was a calm voice and a clever mind.

Not that he cared. Not that he watched how you folded your hands when you were thinking, how your nose scrunched so adorably or how you always remembered what kind of tea everyone liked, or how your laugh made his chest tighten weirdly.

Nope. Not at all.

“You’re not seriously letting Y/N do the talking?” Zoro muttered to Nami as the meeting began in the town hall. “What if they mess it up?”

Nami didn’t even look at him. “Y/N won’t.”

Zoro crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall, scowling at the dusty ceiling beams. He didn’t like this.....this sitting still, watching people play games with words and smiles that didn’t reach their eyes. He wanted to swing a sword, not wait for someone to stab them in the back with a contract.

And yet…

You stood at the center of it all, poised and still, voice soft but unwavering. You didn’t threaten. You didn’t flinch. You let the merchants talk themselves into circles, gently steering the conversation back, revealing contradictions with an innocent smile that clearly made them sweat.

You didn’t raise your voice once. You didn’t even look angry. But by the end of the meeting, the smugglers had exposed themselves, and the guild was practically begging to compensate the Straw Hats.

Zoro blinked. It was like watching someone beat a swordsman without ever unsheathing a blade.

And for some reason, his heart was thumping like he had just run laps around the Sunny.

Later, when you all walked back toward the ship, Zoro hung near the back. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes kept drifting to you. You were talking to Usopp, laughing about something stupid. You didn’t even look tired.

But Zoro saw it, how your shoulders sagged slightly when no one was looking. How you took a deep breath when you thought you were alone.

You had been nervous. You were just good at controlling yourself, your emotions and not let them pull you down when things got a little more serious or even uncomfortable.

That hit him harder than he expected.

He caught up without thinking. “Hey.”

You blinked at him, surprised that he approached you. “Hey. What’s up?”

Zoro scratched the back of his neck. Why was this suddenly so hard? “That thing you did back there. With the merchants. That was... cool.”

You tilted your head, confused. “Cool?”

“I mean... strong. You were strong.” He looked away. “Not like… fighting. But you know.”

You stared at him for a moment, then gave a small smile. “Thanks. That means a lot coming from you.”

His chest did that tightening thing again.

You paused, then added softly, “I know I’m not much in a fight. I can’t lift a sword, and if it came down to it, I’d probably get knocked out in the first punch. But I figure strength doesn’t always have to look the same.”

Zoro studied you for a moment. There was something in your eyes, clear, steady, unshakable. You weren’t afraid of being underestimated. You weren’t trying to prove anything. You just were.

And suddenly, all the denial he had been shoving down, every glance, every flutter, every excuse, cracked apart like a poorly-made blade.

“Oh shit,” he muttered under his breath.

“What?” you asked blinking at him confused.

Zoro stiffened. “Nothing. I said nothing.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Did you just curse at me?”

“No.”

“…Zoro.”

“Drop it,” he grunted and sped up, walking past you toward the Sunny.

But you were smiling, amused and curious and far too good at reading people. And as Zoro walked ahead, heart pounding and ears turning red, he realized one more thing.

You didn’t need to be strong like him.

You were strong like you and that was the kind of strength he might have been searching for all along.

The next day, Zoro was… off.

You didn’t notice it right away, he wasn’t the most expressive guy to begin with, but sometime between breakfast and mid-morning deck chores, you started to feel it.

He was always there. Not in an obvious way, but in the corners. Leaning against the railing while you helped Nami with her maps. Training on the upper deck while you spoke with Robin. Following Sanji around the kitchen with grunts and insults at the cook that conveniently aligned with your snack runs.

And then there were the glances.

You weren’t imagining them. Every time you looked up, there he was, eye flicking away like he hadn’t been watching you for the last ten minutes. Like he didn’t realize he was doing it either.

It was… weird but not bad.

Just Zoro. And Zoro didn’t usually act weird. That man was about as emotionally transparent as a locked safe at the bottom of the ocean.

So by the time you were kneeling beside Usopp that afternoon, handing him tiny screws and helping him assemble what looked like a mechanical seagull with a cannon in its chest, your curiosity was boiling over.

You heard the footsteps behind you before you saw him.

Heavy. Purposeful. Hesitant.

Zoro.

You glanced up. He stood a few feet away, arms crossed, gaze bouncing between the seagull and you like he wasn’t sure which one was more threatening.

“You got lost on the ship again?” Usopp squinted at him with a small chuckle.

"You got a second?” he said but not to Usopp but to you. Not gruff. Not barked. Just... slightly off from his usual no-nonsense tone.

You blinked caught a little off guard. “Uh. Yeah. Sure.”

Usopp raised an eyebrow and grinned. “Well, well. Zoro, asking for attention? I didn’t know you were capable.”

“Usopp.” Zoro said firmly his jaw ticking

“Okay, okay, I’ll be quiet.” Usopp waggled his eyebrows at you when Zoro looked away, mouthing a “what did you do to him?”

You shrugged because you had no clue what you did and stood, brushing your hands on your pants. “What’s up?”

Zoro looked like he was regretting all his life choices. “Just wanted to... check something.”

“…Check what?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes flicking away. “That thing you were doing yesterday. With the talking. And the scheming.”

“The scheming?” You asked tiliting your head.

“Whatever. The brain stuff.” He looked frustrated, but not at you more at himself. “I’ve been thinking about it. And I guess I wanted to say you’re… good at it.”

You blinked. “Did you come here just to compliment me?”

His ears pinked in the cutest way. “No. I mean—yes. I mean, shut up.”

You laughed, and that made it worse. He shifted his weight like his boots suddenly got too tight.

“I just…” he tried again, tone quieter this time, “wanted you to know I noticed. And that it matters. Even if it’s not swinging a sword.”

You stared at him, a little stunned. This wasn’t teasing. This wasn’t accidental proximity.

This was intentional.

Your heart did a quiet flip.

“…Thanks, Zoro,” you said softly. “That means a lot.”

He nodded once, sharp and awkward. “Yeah. Okay.”

Then he just… stood there. Like he hadn’t figured out what to do next.

Usopp cleared his throat loudly behind you. “This is adorable, but if you’re going to confess, can you move a few steps to the left so I can reach my wrench?”

Zoro shot him a glare. “I’m not confessing anything.”

“Sure, sure,” Usopp said smirking.

You tried not to laugh as Zoro exhaled sharply, muttered something under his breath, and turned to walk away.

But not before brushing a little too close to your shoulder as he passed.

Not an accident.

And you were definitely starting to notice.

It had been two days now and Zoro was still acting strange, not in a “Oh my god he's going to die or like serial killer strange” just strange, strange. Paying attention strange if that made any sense.

By now, the crew was fully aware. Luffy asked if Zoro had a fever. Chopper tried to take his temperature to which Zoro threatened to jump off the ship. Robin smiled knowingly. Franky called it “SUPER tension.” And Sanji…

Sanji was insufferable about it.

“I don’t know what’s more pitiful,” the cook said, leaning against the railing while you sipped tea, “the fact that mosshead has a crush, or the fact that he’s trying to pretend he doesn’t.”

You nearly choked. “He does not—”

“Oh, please.” Sanji waved you off. “He’s been orbiting you like the sun, sweetheart. And Zoro doesn’t orbit anything unless it’s a bottle of sake or his nap spot.”

You glanced toward the upper deck, where Zoro was — surprise — leaning against the railing and definitely not watching you.

Except of course he was.

You caught him mid-glance. He looked away a beat too late.

“Still want to argue?” Sanji asked raising an eyebrow.

You flushed and took another sip of tea. “Even if he does… he wouldn’t do anything about it.”

Sanji gave a small, almost pitying smile. “That’s because he’s an idiot.”

Later that evening, the sky was dipped in orange, the sea calm. You were sitting alone on the deck, legs stretched out, watching the sun slip below the horizon. The day had been peaceful, training, chores, some very clumsy small talk from Zoro.

And then you heard him before you saw him.

His footsteps were slower this time, more hesitant. You didn’t look up until he stood beside you, hands tucked into his waistband.

“Mind if I sit?” he asked, voice low.

You blinked up at him. “Sure.”

He lowered himself beside you, stretching his legs out in the same direction as yours. For a moment, the only sounds were waves, gulls, and the gentle hum of the Sunny moving forward.

“I don’t usually talk much,” he started, and that alone was enough to make you turn to face him. He wasn’t looking at you, just straight ahead, jaw tight like the words were pushing through resistance. “But I’ve been thinking.”

You didn’t interrupt just let him talk.

“About how I see strength,” he continued. “I’ve always thought of it as something you earn. With blood. Sweat. Scars. You push until you break. Then push more.”

You nodded slowly. That sounded so much like Zoro.

“But watching you… I realized there’s another kind. One I can’t do.”

You turned fully now. He wasn’t blushing this time, he looked serious. Like every word was a sword he had to draw carefully.

“You walk into a room full of people who don’t respect you,” he said, “and you still walk out winning. You don’t flinch. You stay calm. You’re not loud. But you lead.”

Your chest warmed, words caught behind your lips.

“And I guess…” he exhaled. “That kind of strength.....it surprised me. Made me look at you differently.”

There was a long pause.

“Good different,” he added quickly, like the silence scared him. “Not… weird.”

“Zoro.” you said smiling at him.

He finally turned to meet your gaze.

You reached out and brushed your fingers lightly over his hand just enough to be felt, not enough to scare him away. “You don’t have to say everything at once.”

He didn’t pull away.

“Good,” he said softly, lips curving up. “Because I think I’ve got more.”

You smiled wider. “Then I’ll be here to listen.”

And for once, Zoro didn’t run. Didn’t look away. He just stayed there, shoulder brushing yours, sunset on his skin, heart cracked open.

And you, finally seeing the rare, quiet warmth behind the swordsman’s scowl, felt something settle into place.

Maybe strength came in all forms and maybe love did, too.

The next evening was quieter than most.

Dinner had ended, the sun was long gone, and the crew had scattered across the Sunny. Some were cleaning up, some lazing around, and some—Zoro—was surprisingly not asleep on the upper deck.

You found him on the training lawn under the stars, leaning back on his elbows, staring up like he was waiting for something. Or someone.

“Can I join you?” you asked.

He didn’t even flinch. “Yeah.”

You sat beside him in the grass. The night air was warm, the stars sharp and clear. For a while, you didn’t speak. You didn’t need to.

“You’ve been quieter than usual,” you said softly.

Zoro snorted. “Have not.”

You turned your head. “You always have something to mutter when Sanji talks.”

“…Fair.”

You let the silence stretch again. But this time, it was charged. That tension had returned, the kind that hovered between two people standing on the edge of something they haven’t named yet.

Zoro shifted, one arm propping himself up as he leaned closer, eye flicking down to your lips before he caught himself.

He swallowed hard and you could see it. “I’ve been thinking about something.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Again? That’s two days in a row. Should I be worried?”

He huffed a soft laugh. “Yeah, maybe.”

Your gaze met and for once neither of you turned away.

He inched just a little closer but close enough that you felt his breath. The air felt heavier and warmer now.

His voice dropped. “I want to try something.”

Your heart thudded, your eyes though couldn't fewr themselves away from his face. “O-okay.”

His hand reached up, slow and uncertain, fingers brushing your cheek. His nose nearly bumped yours. Eyes locked.

And just as he began to lean in—

“HEY ZORO!! HEY [Y/N]!! ARE YOU KISSING?! CAN I WATCH?!”

You jumped nearly a foot.

Zoro reeled back like someone yanked his sword from its sheath. “LUFFY?!” he yelled.

The captain grinned from the mast, sitting cross-legged with a banana in one hand and stars in his eyes. “You guys were looking at each other for a long time! It was like—‘ooooh romance!’”

Zoro stood up so fast it was a blur. “We were NOT—” He cut himself off and turned away, ears turning bright red. “Go to sleep, captain.”

Luffy tilted his head. “But I’m not tired. Are you mad?”

“No,” Zoro muttered, fists clenched, “just severely questioning the universe.”

You stifled a laugh as Luffy wandered off, mumbling something about love being “super weird but fun-looking.”

When the deck quieted again, Zoro glanced back down at you. Still blushing. Still annoyed. But trying to hide a grin.

“Next time,” he muttered, “I’m tying him to the figurehead.”

You laughed, standing up to brush grass off your pants. “I’d still be here.”

“Yeah,” he said, quiet and rough as he looked at you again. “You would.”

There wasn’t another kiss attempt that night. But his fingers brushed yours as you walked back toward the your quarters to get some sleep.

The next day though it happened in the crow’s nest.

You hadn’t planned it. Neither had he.

The day had been long, Luffy had convinced everyone to help wrangle some weird looking fish because he was hungry and they looked good, and while it ended with laughter and half the crew soaked head to toe, and cue the fish did not taste good, it also left most bone-tired.

The sun had set, the ship was gently rocking through calm waters. Most of the crew had passed out early, lulled to sleep by exhaustion and dinner.

You had gone up to the crow’s nest for some quiet, the stars clearer from that high vantage point, a place where no one would accidentally interrupt you mid-thought about a green-haired grumpy swordsman.

But you didn't expect that you weren’t alone.

Zoro was already there, sitting on the floor with his swords beside him, back leaned against the wall, eye half-closed like he had been thinking too hard to sleep.

He looked up as you stepped in and didn’t look away this time.

“Want me to go?” you asked as you stopped in your tracks.

“No.” He nodded toward the small cushion across from him. “Stay.”

You sat, watching him in the low, lantern-lit glow. The silence between you felt different now. Not heavy. Not awkward. Just close.

Finally, he spoke. “I meant to kiss you.”

You smiled softly. “I know.”

He groaned under his breath. “But of course Luffy had to ruin it.”

You leaned your head against the wall, mirroring him. “He’s lucky he’s cute.”

Zoro nodded once. “And lucky I like you more.”

The air caught at his words and your heart skipped.

Your voice came out quieter. “Say that again?”

He turned his head slowly, gaze meeting yours, completely sure this time. “I like you.”

No stammer. No blush. Just Zoro, calm, certain, and honest in that quietly intense way only he could pull off.

You leaned in before he could second guess it.

And this time, nothing stopped you two.

His hand cupped your jaw, rough and warm. His lips found yours, firm, unhurried, like he’d been waiting to get it right. And you melted into it, every inch of closeness built over late-night talks, teasing glances, near-misses, and shared silences finally coming to a single, quiet conclusion.

You didn’t pull away for a long time.

When you finally did, he rested his forehead against yours, voice low and hoarse.

“Been wanting to do that since you outsmarted that bounty hunter two islands ago.”

You laughed softly. “Took you long enough.”

“Worth the wait.” He smirked.

And in the warm hush of the crow’s nest, high above the sleeping ship and under the soft blanket of stars, you kissed again, this time slower, deeper, and with no one to stop you.

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SFW Headcanon ABC for Young Garling ♡

[ Female Y/N x Figarland Garling ]

Tags: established relationship, dubious consent, possessive behavior, mentions of physical punishment - it's Garling, what do you expect?

A - affection ( how much do they give, what kind )

Garling is not one to show physical affection when in public, he will put his arm around you to let everyone know you belong to him, but deep kisses and intimate touches are reserved for the privacy of the Figarland manor.

Another way for him to show off his love is dressing you in beautiful gowns in the color of the family's coat of arms.

When you’re alone Garlings demands you to sit on his lap while he finishes his mission reports, the sound of your heartbeat against your chest brings him some much needed peace.

B - best friend ( how would they act as a best friend )

The Commander of the Holy Knights doesn’t make "friends", he would properly court you with a kiss to the back of your hand and send you letters expressing his desire to see you. There would be no platonic preamble.

C - cuddle ( thoughts on cuddling, how they cuddle )

When you’re not spending time as his personal lap cat, Garling enjoys it when you’re warming his bed instead. He will find you lying on your side while dozing off and join you, wrapping his large body around yours. He could hold you like that for all eternity and be happy.

D - domestic ( what domestic things they do )

Garling passes all chores around the mansion off to his many servants and slaves. Since you'll become the wife of a Celestial, you’ll also never dirty your hands cleaning the floor or burn your fingers at the kitchen stove.

"Don’t concern yourself with a broken plate or cooking dinners for us, all of that is slave labor, my dearest."

E - extreme ( what times would they become too much to handle )

When Garling returns from long missions you will often find him agitated and his muscles tense, he means no harm to you, but if you dare to upset him, he will lash out and demand to be left alone. He can also be very controlling, preferring you to stay home when he's away or keeping a collar with a tracker around your neck just to be sure.

F - fiancé ( thoughts on marriage )

The sacrilege of marriage is highly important to Garling, after courting you for a few weeks and finding out every little detail about your life and personality, he will be on his knees proposing to you. Denying him will not be an option, if you reject him, he would find another way to keep you at his side forever.

G - gentle ( how kind are they with you )

Although Garling treats most people, wether they are human or Celestial, with great disdain or mild disgust, he makes an exception for his beloved. He will hold you when you cry, ensure all servants know to treat you with special care whenever he's gone and you will be left wanting for nothing. He will spoil you with all the riches of the world, all he asks for in return is a loyal and obedient wife.

H - hugs ( thoughts on hugs, how often they will hug you )

Garling enjoys coming home to be greeted by you at the doorstep with a kiss and his arms wrapped around your waist. He doesn’t enjoy hugs in public.

I - I love you ( when they say "I love you", thoughts on it )

He prefers to show his love with actions instead of words, hearing an "i love you" from him will be a rare occurrence outside of the bed. But when Garling has your favorite flowers arranged on the bedside table or brings home delicacies from his hunts - you will know that you’re deeply loved.

J - jealousy ( how often they get jealous, what do they do about it )

Sir Garling is a very jealous man, he's possessive over you and won’t tolerate other man speaking with you outside of the occasional polite greeting or bow.

At galas and balls he will keep you on his arm, sometimes he does need to leave your side, but he prefers to hand you to one of his knights so they can ensure your safety.

Should Garling ever find a man crowding you at a party, his wrath will be unmatched and the perpetrator will regret ever laying his eyes on you.

K - kisses ( how often they kiss you, what kind of kisses they give )

From the step of the door to the dinner table and bed, Garling loves to press his lips against yours to claim you as his' over and over again. In public the most you will receive is a polite hand kiss or his lips ghosting over your neck, but at home he will devour and choke you.

Garling treats kisses like a battle and he's determined to win each of them by dominating you with his tongue, sometimes slipping his thumb between your lips to keep you nice and open for his advances.

"I will never tire of tasting you."

L - little ones ( thoughts on kids )

Once you’re married, Garling will expect you to bear him an heir in return for all he does for you. More than one, preferably a dozen or as many as you can give him.

He requires at least one son who will inherit his legacy, a boy who will be cherished but also trained rigorously. All of his other sons will become knights as well, he will accept nothing else.

Your daughters will be pampered and spoiled like princesses, they do not need to hold a sword or train with their brothers. When they’re old enough, Garling will marry them off, though he's incredibly picky when it comes to partners and would rather keep his girls all at home.

"Bearing the future heirs of the Figarland bloodline is the greatest honor, are you ready to surrender your body for that privilege?"

M - mornings ( how are their mornings spent with you )

Garling likes to wake up before the sun rises to have enough time for his extensive skin and hair care routine. It takes at least three servants to finish styling his hair in time for when you’re awake and he can give you a kiss and whisper "Good morning, my beloved" into your ear.

Breakfast is served as a large buffet in the dinner hall, it's far too much for two people, but Garling wants you to have all the choices wether you’re craving something sweet or rare sea food.

He will leave shortly after to attend his duties, but if he finds the time, he will call you on your den-den-mushi throughout the day to ensure that you’re safe and sound.

N - night ( how are their nights spent with you )

After finishing up his reports, executing all criminals and keeping the holy land safe for another day, your husband will be tired, but his work is never done. He often stays up late into the night, sitting hunched over his desk with maps and books lying astray.

You have to choose between keeping his side of the bed warm for when he's ready to join you or you dare to sneak into his office and lure him into bed with you.

"Will you help me find some peace of mind, dear? Come, sit on your throne and show me how much you love me."

O - open ( how open are they with you, how long it'll take them to open up )

Garling keeps all of his emotions tightly wrapped up to appear strong and indestructible for the safety of all, his enemies may never see his soft side, but you certainly will. If only small glimpses of it, a single tear shed after a battle, so small that he wipes it away and you can hardly believe it was ever really there.

It takes a while longer for him to reveal the secrets of Marie Geoise to you, he will tell you about their Lord Imu-sama and their powers.

"You’re more than a servant to me, you’re my wife and as such, you should always know the true weight resting on my shoulders."

P - patience ( how much patience do they have with you or others )

Garling has little to no patience with the knights serving under him nor his servants, he expects complete obedience and utter perfection and will punish the slightest mistakes. This attitude has given him quite the fearsome reputation as a merciless Commander.

That, however, changes when he's with you. Even if you’re a bit clumsy or forgetful, he will treat your weaknesses like gifts, find excuses for them and scold anyone who dares to comment negatively on them. You are his property and Sir Garling owns only the most pristine and immaculate treasures.

Q - quizzes ( how much they remember about you )

Before Garling had proposed to you, he had searched through every book about your family lineage, sent out slaves to spy on you and made a game out of finding out every tiny personal detail about your life. He wanted to know it all before kneeling down for the woman haunting his dreams. Unlike other men, he will never forget your favorite color, the type of underwear you prefer or the way you smell after a long night of making love to you.

R - remember ( what is their favorite memory with you )

Garling remembers the moment he first laid his eyes upon your body like it was yesterday, he's grown so fond of the memory that he commissioned an oil painting of it which hangs above your canopy bed as a constant reminder when his obsession began.

Wether he picked you up from a slave market or you were the daughter of a lower noble glancing at him at a gala - he found you to be the most beautiful crown jewel of Marie Geoise.

S - security ( how protective are they over you )

Extremely protective, some may call it a sickness, but Garling could not bear the thought of his wife getting hurt by anyone other than himself.

So he puts a collar with his name on you when you beg him to leave the safety of his estate. You’re allowed to ride through the gardens and forests on his property with at least two guards watching your every step. Other than that, he will demand to be at your side when you go into the city or attend gatherings. You’re a part of him now, your independence was taken from you and replaced by his strong hands guiding you.

If you try to leave the manor without his permission, he will hunt you down like a rabbit and drag you back home, where you’ll be punished accordingly.

"This hurts me more than I could ever hurt you, darling."

T - try ( how much effort do they put into your relationship )

Although Sir Garling is a very busy man with many responsibilities, he will make sure to find time to properly treat and pleasure his wife as much as she desires. The only times when he won’t be able to satisfy you will be when he is sent away on long trips and has to rely on letters to express how dearly he misses you.

U - ugly ( what problems do they have to fix for a healthy relationship )

A marriage to Garling will be anything but what humans consider healthy, he sees nothing wrong with how controlling he is over your life. In his eyes, every time he grabs your arm and pulls you close or spanks you for your disobedience is an expression of love. If you believe you can fix him, you will be sorely disappointed. He's a stern and stoic man, your pleads will not make him forget about hundreds of years of traditions.

The men of the Figarland family have always been this way with their women, protective and aggressive like wolves defending their territory. You will either submit to his ways or be crushed by them.

V - vanity ( how focused are they on their looks )

It's important for Garling to always look prim and proper at outings, he needs to be the best dressed and groomed man at every party. For the hunting festivals he enjoys wearing bright colors and extravagant outfits to show his opponents how confident he is that he'll win.

His hair alone takes forever to get done, but no matter the time, he will not leave the house with his blond hair hanging down. Though you do find it quite appealing how it makes him look like an elven king.

W - whole ( would they feel whole without you )

Before Garling found you, he lacked no confidence in himself or his abilities, but he did worry he wouldn’t find a wife amongst all those mind numbingly boring debutants who tried to get his attention. They were only after him for his family's blood, not because they truly adored him and were willing to worship him like a God.

You are different in his eyes, even if you were hesitant at first, gazed at him with fear like a prey staring at their predator, only you can fill that hole in his cold heart.

X - xtra ( random scenario )

Every three years Garling takes you along for the great hunting festivals which takes place on an island refusing to join the world government, the punishment for such disobedience is death. So you take a ship and sail along with your horses and hunting dogs. You two get to spend quite a lot of time together at sea, giving you many days and nights to be intimate and satiate Garling’s ever growing hunger for you.

He will show you a few other islands on the way, feed you exotic fruits, gift you every piece of jewelry you show interest in ( he never pays, as a Celestial all he needs to do is demand ) and hold you close as you watch dangerous animals you've never seen before. Garling will gladly turn them into carpets and fur coats for you.

During the hunt itself, you will be sitting on your horse at a safe distance from all the chaos and bloodshed. Garling won’t allow a single drop of human blood to soil the dress he bought for you just for this special occasion. You get to smile and wave at the camera snails, knowing that thousands of noble girls envy you for having Sir Figarland's attention.

When he returns victorious with the heads of hundreds of innocent people, you feel a shiver coursing through your spine, but only for a brief moment. All the horror and shock seems to vanish when he kisses you, his lips tasting coppery.

Y - yuck ( what do they not like in a partner )

It goes without saying that Garling hates disobedience, laziness and rebellion. He will not tolerate his wife giving him a bad name, so your behavior in public must be nothing short of picture perfect. At home you may tease him, but only as a form of foreplay.

He can not stand loud and boastful women without manners, they irritate him greatly. Keep your head low and save your comments or words of advice for when you’re alone, he's willing to listen to your opinions, but at the end of the day he makes the decision as the head of the house.

Lies and deceitful behavior are two giant red flags in his eyes, a simple emergency lie can land you in serious trouble.

Z - zzz ( what are their sleeping habits )

Garling doesn’t sleep much due to being a workaholic, but when you’re in bed with him he sleeps so much better than alone. His hands will always be somewhere on your body when he sleeps, caressing and touching you to soothe himself with the knowledge that you’re right by his side.

He doesn’t snore and makes very little noise outside of the occasional grunt, which you find adorable. You would never tell Garling, but with his eyes closed and his lips half open, he looks as peaceful as an angel. Such a stark contrast to the monster everyone else sees him as.

"When you dream, I want you to think of no one else but me. Can you do that for me, darling?"

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Thanks for reading! More headcanons will follow, especially about the other holy knights and Shanks! <3

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hi!! 💓💓 I'm sorry if your request isn't open, but I love your content. Yesterday a colleague made a rather unfortunate comment about me. I ended up drinking more than I should have and crying because of it. I could have had a boyfriend! Sanji comforting his crying drunk girlfriend who is afraid of being alone.

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🥀 ❤️‍🩹You’re Not Alone

Sanji x Reader | Comfort | Hurt/Comfort, Gentle Love, Safe Vulnerability

The night was quiet except for the gentle hum of the Thousand Sunny rocking against the sea and the soft clink of ice in a half-empty glass on the galley table.

You sat slumped over your arms, cheeks flushed, eyes red-rimmed, and the faintest tremble in your shoulders every time you took in a breath. The bottle near your elbow was nearly empty — and you weren’t the kind of person who usually drank like this.

Sanji had noticed the moment something was wrong.

He’d noticed the way you barely touched your dinner. The way your smile cracked a little at the edges. The way you disappeared after a single drink and came back… quieter. Tired. Heavy.

Now, he knelt beside your chair, a warm towel in one hand, gently dabbing the tear tracks from your cheeks.

Without a word, he reached out and gently took the nearly-empty bottle from your fingers. His touch was careful, like he didn’t want to startle you — like he wanted you to know this wasn’t punishment. Just care. He set it aside on the counter, far from reach, then turned back to you.

“Ma belle,” he said softly, voice low and thick with concern. “Talk to me.”

You shook your head. “It’s stupid.”

“It’s not,” he murmured immediately. “If it hurts you, it matters to me.”

Your breath hitched, and you leaned your forehead against your arms. “Someone said… something. At work. About how I’m the kind of person no one wants. Like I’m too much, or not enough, or just… just something people deal with until they can find better.”

Sanji froze for a breath, then very carefully set the towel down. He didn’t interrupt. He didn’t try to fix it yet. He just listened.

You laughed bitterly, voice slurred at the edges. “And I got drunk like an idiot and started crying because it hit something real. What if they’re right, Sanji? What if I am too much? Or too weird? What if I’m always gonna be alone?”

Your voice cracked hard on that last word.

He didn’t hesitate.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you gently off the chair and into his lap like you were made of something fragile. One hand curled around the back of your head. The other pressed to your back, firm and grounding.

“You’re not alone,” he whispered into your hair. “You hear me? You are not alone.”

You clung to him, burying your face in his shirt, and for a while, you just cried — soft, hiccuping sobs as he rocked you gently and whispered nothing but quiet reassurances.

“You are not too much,” he said. “And you’re not ‘not enough.’ You are exactly right — exactly who you’re meant to be. And anyone who doesn’t see that? They’re the ones who don’t deserve you.”

“But—”

“No,” he cut in gently, thumb brushing under your eye. “No more ‘but.’ You think I wouldn’t give everything to be with someone like you? Someone who feels deeply, loves fully, shows up even when they’re hurting? You’re gold, sweetheart. Not everyone knows how to hold gold. That doesn’t mean you’re not worth it.”

Your lip trembled. “You’re just saying that.”

“I’m saying it because it’s true.” His voice was steady now, but full of emotion — like it hurt him to even think you didn’t know. “I’ve seen the real you. When you’re happy. When you’re laughing. When you’re quiet. When you’re anxious. I love all of it. All of you.”

You stared at him, eyes wide, tears still clinging to your lashes.

Sanji smiled — soft, vulnerable, no bravado, no flirtation.

“I would never let you be alone,” he said. “Not if I had a say. So let me be here. Let me hold you tonight. Let me remind you what it feels like to be safe.”

You nodded, voice too raw to speak.

So he carried you to the couch in the corner of the galley, wrapped a soft blanket around you both, and held you close. You fell asleep with your face pressed against his chest, his fingers stroking gently through your hair, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear.

And before you drifted off, he whispered one last truth: “You have me,” he whispered, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “I’m here, always.”

~

When you finally stirred awake, the gentle warmth of the galley wrapped around you like a soft embrace. The air was filled with the mouthwatering aroma of garlic butter shrimp sizzling lightly on the stove, mingling with the rich scent of perfectly seasoned ratatouille simmering nearby. On the table beside you rested a plate of golden, fluffy garlic bread, and, of course, a slice of Sanji’s signature red velvet cake, its cream cheese frosting smooth and inviting.

Sanji stood there, his golden hair slightly tousled from bending over the stove, a small, tender smile lighting up his face. He carefully carried a tray and set it before you.

“For you, mon amour,” he said softly, eyes full of warmth and pride.

You blinked, still a little groggy but comforted beyond words. Your fingers brushed the edge of the plate as you looked up at him. “Thank you… for loving me and taking care of me like this,” you whispered, voice thick with gratitude.

Sanji’s gaze softened even more. He stepped closer, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear with the gentlest touch. “Always. You don’t have to say it. I’m here — for all of it. The good, the bad, and everything in between.”

You smiled, feeling the safe steadiness of his presence, the kind of love that nourishes not just the body but the soul. “I don’t deserve you.”

He chuckled quietly, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “You deserve the world, and I’ll spend every day trying to give you just that.”

No matter what tomorrow held, tonight was a reminder: you were never alone. Not with Sanji by your side.

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Please could you write about beckman with a breeding kink 🙏

Baby Fever

Summary: not much plot, just a filthy smut and a party.

Pairing: Benn Beckman x AFAB!reader

Warnings: smut, breeding kink (of course).

He hates when the crew stops on a new island and you say you know someone there. And what he hates more is having to acompany you to make a visit, but he is your partner so he is obliged.

The different thing about this time is that your friend is a mother, and you spent the afternoon on his sons birthday, surrounded by children.

You spent all the party looking over your shoulder to see Beckman, you were afraid that he was going to break someones neck. Surprisingly, he endured quite well all the kids and the other mothers. Still, his piercing look on you made you really afraid that he was going to argue with you after coming back to the ship.

You said goodbye to your friend and went to meet the crew for a few drinks and dinner, but still Benn was really quiet.

Your anxiety increased while you get to your shared bedroom and he follows you behind. The door closed with a slam, clearly made by your boyfriend. You gasped at his shadow over your body, but you didn't turn around.

"If you are mad about making you go to the party, just tell me... but stop looking at me like that."

"Do you even know what my looks meant?" you turned around to see his eyes, the same glowly look he does when he is horny.

"Oh" now your eyes travel to his visible crotch "If that was the thing, we could have said goodbye earlier."

"I..." he didn't finish the sentence and started to kiss you passionately.

He lifted you up and you had to wrap your legs around his legs, making you to feel his erection to the core. You tanngle your hands onto his hair and moan, preparing for what is about to come.

His weight on top of you on the bed is always comforting and safe, but exciting and hot.

"Do you know how you make me feel?" you smiled at his words.

"Tell me." his face was so close to you that your breaths mixed together.

Then his voice cracked, like he was reconsiderating what he was about to say. You frowned and looked at him with dissapointment, trying to make him talk by making eye contact. His arms wrapped around you , placing his head onto the crock of your neck.

"I want to have a baby, but now that we are here I think that it may not be the right moment to tell you." you chuckled.

"It has something to do with todays party?" he starts kissing your neck, like small pleas.

"I hated being there but the only sight of you with children around made me forget about it. I loved how good you were with them, how good you looked doing it." his arms start gaining force, like a snake with their prey, "and when I saw that pregnant woman around you, I couldn't stop thinking about you being like that."

"You know, it is difficult to have a child in our situation."

"I know." now he is on top of you again, resting his elbows on each side of your body, "but let me dream."

You catched his lips almost inmediately and his hips began rocking against your clothed core. Moans of anticipation left both of your mouths and soon enough he started to undress both of you.

Clumsy but determinated hands worked on getting all the clothes out and then, carresing all your body like it was the most fragile and desireable thing ever. He started playing with your breasts, sucking and massaging them.

"Imagine these two being bigger," he placed his hand open on top of it, almost like he was measuring how much could you grow. "and you would look even hotter with a rounded belly, full with my seed... our creation."

He started kissing your belly and you can only let out a flustered laugh, you don't really know what has gotten into him but you are not going to complain... just follow.

"That would be cute, but the process of making it will be the real hot thing." you said playfully.

His eyes lit up with an instant fire and turned you around, making you face the bed. Kisses and the touch of his hands went up and down all the way thru your neck to your butt.

"Youre making me really needy, woman" you shivered under him.

His hand got between your legs and started rubbing your clit and his already sweaty chest is against your back.

"I am just making you want it... pregnancy is difficult and maternity is even more, I want to be sure that you are going to be at the height of the task." you smiled to yourself and moved your ass up to rub against his cock.

"I am more than willing to indulge every desire and craving you need, if it is going to do groceries, doing laundry, taking care of the baby and even more filling you up with my cum."

His cock twitches with everyone of your moans and deep breaths. He finally sets his cock on your entrance and starts entering it. You gasp at the feeling and he groans like a mad man.

When he felt your breathing more stable, he started moving. He tried to be slow to respect your adjusting time, but soon enough he found himself desperate to cum... for the first time of his life.

He always tries to last more, to extend your pleasure, his goal is to make you cum and then he can have his relief, plus the overstimulation it gives you. Right now, he just wants to cum inside so he can fill you up and then spread you open to see the white slick running down your cunt.

The mere thought is making his legs shake, and you feel it. You are not fully on fours, mostly cause his weight is not making you. When your roll your eyes from pleasure, you can clearly see how one of his hands grips the headboard shaking while the other one is pressing your hips against his.

The rythm is brutal, and you know neither of you is going to last much more. On your final moments before your climax, you feel Benn's dick twitching inside of you and his hands lift your face up to kiss him.

You both cummed at the same time, while also moaning on each others mouths. You felt so exhausted that you collapsed onto the mattres, Beckman almost fainted with you, but there was one last thing he wanted to see.

His thumb opened your folds and revealed to him the most wanted escenario, his cum dripping from you. He was instantly hard, again, but he decided to wait a couple of minutes for you to regain some strenght. He layed down next to you, and you can clearly see his hard on popping out.

"Benn..."

"You have five minutes, then I am going to pound all my cum inside of you once more." he kisses you, almost innocently, "and after all of this I will give you a massage for being such a good future mom."

[warriorheart13-blog]

Hiiii if it’s okay can I request Sanji comfort where reader is a people pleaser who feels too insecure and ashamed to say that something hurts her or that she’s not feeling well always thinking about others and seeing asking for help as weak and embarrassing. She doesn’t have a problem with others showing weakness. She only has a problem with herself and always feeling ashamed when Sanji asks if she’s okay (for example when she has cramps or a bellyache) 🥺

Thank you so much for requesting! I enjoyed writing this! <3

🫂 Not Weak, Just Human

Sanji x Reader | Comfort | Hurt/Comfort | Self-Worth

The crew was enjoying a rare moment of peace, the sun casting a warm glow over the deck of the Thousand Sunny. The ship was rocking gently, and the faint sound of Luffy and Usopp bickering in the background felt comforting in its own chaotic way.

But you weren’t feeling quite as at ease as everyone else seemed. You’d spent the day running around, helping with chores, making sure everyone was fed, checking on the others, and, as usual, keeping your discomfort to yourself.

It wasn’t that you didn’t care about yourself—it was just that you cared about everyone else more. That’s what you told yourself, anyway. When someone else was hurting or in need, you could fix it, make them feel better. But when it came to yourself? No. You couldn’t let them see that. You couldn’t show weakness.

You were just so tired. Your stomach had been aching all day, and the cramps were starting to feel unbearable. It wasn’t anything new; it happened sometimes. But it had never been this bad. Still, you didn’t want to bother anyone, especially not Sanji.

You were always the one looking after others, doing everything you could to make sure everyone else was comfortable, and you didn’t want anyone to think you were needy, or worse, weak.

So when Sanji approached you, you plastered a smile on your face, trying to push the pain away with the force of your will.

“Hey, mon amour,” Sanji greeted warmly, his usual flirtatious charm softened by concern as he noticed your pale face. “You okay? You look a little pale.”

Your breath caught in your throat, panic flaring up. Of course, he noticed. Of course, he asked.

“I’m fine,” you lied quickly, hoping the words would be enough to convince him. “Just a little tired, that’s all.”

Sanji didn’t buy it. His eyes searched yours, narrowing with a mix of suspicion and worry. “Are you sure?” he asked softly, stepping closer. “You don’t have to act like everything’s fine, you know. If something’s wrong, you can tell me.”

Your heart thudded in your chest. It was so easy to tell others when something hurt, but when it came to you, it felt like an unforgivable weakness. Admitting it would make you… vulnerable. And you hated feeling vulnerable.

“I’m really fine,” you said, trying to take a step back, but your legs felt a little unsteady, and you winced as another sharp cramp shot through your stomach.

Sanji reached out instinctively, his hand brushing against your arm. “If you’re hurting, please let me help.” His voice was gentle, but there was a pleading note in it that tugged at your heart.

You bit your lip, the shame rising in your chest like a heavy weight. “I don’t want to bother you, Sanji,” you murmured, your voice so small, it almost didn’t sound like yours. “I’m just… I’ll be fine. I don’t want to make a big deal out of it.”

Sanji frowned deeply, a flicker of pain crossing his face at your words. “You don’t ever have to worry about bothering me, okay? You’re not a burden, not to me.”

You shook your head, looking away, your hands curling into fists at your sides. “I just… I don’t like feeling weak. I know I’m supposed to be strong and helpful, and when I’m not, I just feel like… like I’m failing.”

He was quiet for a moment, his gaze softening as he watched you struggle with the words, his heart aching for you. Then, he stepped closer again, his touch warm but firm on your shoulder.

“You’re not failing, sweetheart. You’re human,” he said, his voice unwavering. “And it’s okay to feel weak sometimes. You don’t always have to be the strong one. You don’t have to carry everything on your own.”

You shook your head again, biting back the tears that threatened to spill. “I just don’t want to be seen as… needy. I don’t want anyone to think I can’t handle things on my own.”

Sanji’s expression softened, and he reached out to gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “I don’t think you’re needy,” he said quietly, his words carrying the weight of a thousand unsaid things. “I think you’re incredibly strong for taking care of everyone else all the time. But you don’t have to do it all by yourself, you know? You don’t have to hide your pain or discomfort. It doesn’t make you weak. It makes you human.”

He paused, watching you closely. “And even when you’re hurting, even when you’re vulnerable, I’ll always be here. You’re never alone.”

The sincerity in his voice cracked something inside you, and before you could stop it, the tears you’d been holding back spilled over. You tried to hide your face, but Sanji cupped your cheeks gently, lifting your head so your eyes met his.

“You’re allowed to lean on me. You’re allowed to tell me when something’s wrong,” he said softly. “You don’t have to be strong all the time. Not with me. Not ever.”

You sniffled, your heart aching with the release of all the emotions you’d been bottling up. “I’m sorry… I just don’t want to be a burden to you. You’ve done so much for me already, I don’t want to ask for more.”

Sanji’s eyes softened, his thumb gently brushing away a tear from your cheek. “You’re not a burden. You’re my everything, and I’d do anything to make sure you’re okay. I can’t stand seeing you hurt without letting me help you. Don’t you see? You’re not weak for asking for help. You’re strong for trusting me with your pain.”

You swallowed, your chest tightening, but this time it wasn’t from the physical ache. It was from something deeper—something that was slowly beginning to heal.

“I’m sorry, Sanji,” you whispered, your voice shaky but sincere. “I never meant to push you away. I just… I just don’t want to be seen as weak.”

Sanji smiled softly, his forehead pressing gently against yours. “You’ll never be weak in my eyes, mon amour. You’re stronger than you know.”

He held you for a long while, just letting you cry, letting you lean into him, until the pain began to end, both physically and emotionally. And when the tears subsided, he pulled back just enough to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Now, let’s get you something to eat, yeah? I think I know just the thing to help with those cramps.” He grinned, that familiar spark of love and care lighting his eyes.

You nodded, feeling lighter.

You let him guide you back into the galley, your steps a little steadier now with his hand resting gently at your back. The warm lights inside felt safer than you expected, like they were wrapping you in something soft and forgiving.

Sanji moved with his usual grace, but quieter than usual — not flashy or flirtatious, just focused. You sat at the corner stool while he worked, your eyes still a little puffy from crying, your arms curled around yourself.

He didn’t ask more questions. He didn’t press. Just hummed softly under his breath as he moved through the kitchen like a man on a mission.

“I know you probably don’t have much of an appetite,” he said gently, glancing over his shoulder at you, “but I made you something light. Just enough to soothe your stomach.”

He returned with a small tray — a delicate bowl of ginger and honey congee, steamed just right, the scent warm and calming. Beside it, he’d placed a tiny plate with soft, freshly baked milk bread rolls, still warm to the touch. And on the edge of the tray, a small dish of his homemade spiced pear compote, dusted with cinnamon.

You blinked, your throat tight again — but not from pain this time. From how much he cared.

“Sanji…”

He smiled, setting it down in front of you. “It’s gentle on the stomach, but still sweet enough to lift your mood. Just like you like it, yeah?”

You didn’t say anything — you just reached out, took a spoonful, and felt the warmth spread through your chest the moment it touched your tongue. It wasn’t just food. It was comfort. A quiet way of saying, I see you. I love you. I’ve got you.

Sanji leaned against the counter, watching you eat with that soft smile on his face, the one he didn’t wear for anyone else.

“If you ever forget that you deserve to be taken care of…” he said quietly, “…I’ll just have to keep reminding you. Meal by meal.”

You didn’t answer at first — you just smiled, your eyes stinging all over again.

“Okay,” you whispered. “Just… don’t stop.”

And he didn’t.

Not that night.

Not ever.