30yo. the mothman is real. set me free, let me bathe in your sunlight. take my hand, and we'll take flight. i've been feeling your love, i know you are the one who holds it all.
my name is ellie! i'm thirty years old and i love writing fics!
i might not be super fast at writing fics but i try my very best and you know what? atleast it isn't ai.
this is an anti-ai account.
my blog is mostly angst, comfort, fluff, sfw stuff. i do not write smut anymore. i try my very best to tag things as they should be.
i do not take requests.
minors DNI.
my biggest fandom atm is One Piece; currently watching Egghead arc.
i try to write for any character in One Piece but you can tell I have favorites, it's mostly because I can write those characters more easily than others.
One Piece:
scorched earth series:
twin flames - part 1 - prequel to scorched earth - ace/reader
scorched earth - part 2 - zoro/ace/reader
incandescent burns - part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 - scorched earth sequel
one shots/drabbles:
the kidnap - zoro/reader
*°â˘. you are home .â˘Â°* - shanks/reader
anatomy lesson - law/reader
áánext time, just ask áá- penguin/reader
ááI love you áá - sequel to next time, just ask - penguin/reader
Status: Ongoing
Last Updated: 7/17/2026
Word Count: 11k
Chapters: 4/?
[AU] Germa!Sanji / Princess!Reader [AU]
Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader(No Use Of Y/N)
Summary:
When the conquerors came, your kingdom was quickly overrun. Wanting to retain any bit of his power, your father- the King- quickly signed the treaty and agreed to seal it in wedlock. With little hesitation, he offers you to the brutal fate to be the bride of a Vinsmoke Prince.
Slowly, you get to know your husband and find that the two of you have more in common than you think. Appearing to honor the vows he was forced to say, Sanji attempts to shield you from his family and the violent life of the Germa Kingdom. But, when his cruel King Father begins enacting a scheme that involves you both, the two of you become allies and then, friends.
And maybe even Husband and Wife in something other than name.
This is an Alternate Universe story where Sanji never escaped Germa and learned to survive within it.
CW: Arranged / Forced Marriage. Plot Heavy. Angst Heavy. Will Include Fluff & Smut.
Includes extreme content with mature themes of sex, violence, and oppression.
Each CH has it's own CW & Summary. Mind the tags- some chapters will be marked DD:DNE
One Piece Masterlist
Sanji Masterlist
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Click each individual Chapter to take you where you want to go.
CH 1) Purest Sacrifice
CH 2) Vowed
CH 3) Gone From the Garden
CH 4) Wedding Night
Held Between Worlds: Chapter 11 - The Silence Between
A note from the author: Yaâll thought I was done with season 1, didnât you? This is just a short snippet that happens immediately after Aurelian runs from Dream, showing each of their perspectives on what just transpired. I will be writing for season 2 - I have the initial plans and an outline ready to gođđź
Read the previous chapter: Chapter 10 - Lost Hearts
Chapter 11 - The Silence Between
Pairing: Dream of the Endless x Female Original Character
The golden portal closed behind her with a sound scarcely louder than a sigh. Silence rushed in, final and encompassing. The Veilcross stretched before her in endless ribbons of pale stone suspended between worlds. Lanterns burned softly along its edges, their golden flames steady beneath a sky where neither sun nor moon had ever ruled. The air smelled faintly of rain and starlight.
For several long moments Aurelian simply stood where she had emerged, one hand still half-raised as though she could somehow reach back through the place where the doorway had vanished. The warmth of Dream's hand still lingered against her cheek. She could still feel the gentle pressure of his forehead resting against hers. His voice gently calling her name so reverently she felt her eyes begin to mist.
Aurelian
She squeezed her eyes shut. âNo."
The word escaped as little more than a broken breath. Then she began to walk, letting her footsteps guide her. The lanterns she passed flickered uneasily, sensing the turmoil beneath her carefully controlled expression. She passed one crossing and then another. Dreamers drifted past her in silver streams, unaware of the Keeper moving among them. They smiled in their sleep, wandering toward their dreams.
It wasnât until she reached the oldest section of the Veilcross before her legs finally gave way. A weathered stone arch overlooked an endless sea of stars below. She sank onto her knees with a sharp exhale, pressing trembling hands over her face. The composure she had carried all the way from the Dreaming finally cracked.
"I nearly let him." The confession vanished into the quiet. âI nearly..." Her voice failed. She drew an uneven breath as tears slid down her cheeks. âI wanted him to."
The admission hurt more than any wound that had ever been inflicted on her. Not because she loved Dream, but because she could no longer pretend she did not. It hurt because she had wanted to stay. She wanted to know what it would have felt like if he had kissed her. She wanted to discover whether the quiet tenderness in his eyes had been as real as it seemed. She wantedâŚoh Gods, she wanted.
"No." Her hands curled into fists against the stone beneath her. âI cannot." She remembered Desire's gallery. Mirror after mirror showing her impossible futures. Dream smiling, reaching for her, Dream choosing her.
Everyone who loves my brother pays for it.
Desireâs words raked along the scars on her body like hot coals. Aurelian bent forward, elbows resting upon her knees. âI will not become another tragedy."
The Veilcross answered only with silence. A soft breeze stirred through the lanterns, making them sway back and forth. Somewhere overhead, soundless wings gliding through the air reached her ears. She did not look up; she did not need to.
The large white barn owl descended from the darkness with effortless grace and landed upon the stone beside her. The owl said nothing, simply folding her wings against her body and waiting. Black eyes surveyed the lanterns above before turning them towards Aurelian.
Aurelian laughed weakly through tears. âYou have dreadful timing, Noctis." The owl blinked once, just listening and Aurelian maneuvered herself to sit. âOr perhaps the perfect timing.â
Noctis had always accompanied the Keeper of the Veilcross for as long as there had been a Keeper of the Veilcross. No Keeper ever summoned her or owned her. She simply appeared beside whoever carried the mantle. Noctis remained within the Veilcross, helping Keepers guide dreamers along the crossings.
The owl slowly lowered her head until it leaned against Aurelian's arm. The contact was impossibly light, yet it unraveled something inside her. Aurelian let out a shaky breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. One trembling hand lifted and she buried her fingers in the owl's soft feathers.
"I do not know what to do." No answer came nor did she expect one. She was only met with warmth and the quiet company of her companion. After a long while Aurelian whispered, âI have argued with him. Defied him. Infuriated him." She smiled sadly. âI knew how to do all of those things." Her fingers stilled in Noctisâ feathers. âBut I do not know how to stand beside him now."
Noctis looked toward the horizon and Aurelian followed her gaze. The Veilcross stretched onward forever, showing countless roads and countless choices. None of them simple nor were they meant to be.
"I thought my purpose would always be enough." She laughed softly. âIt was easier when duty was all I had." The owl gave the smallest shuffle closer and the Keeper's eyes filled again. âI am afraid."
She had faced nightmares, the vortex, the impending collapse of the very crossing sheâd protected for millennia. Yet this frightened her because this wound could not be stitched with golden thread. Noctis suddenly spread one wing, white feathers settling lightly across Aurelian's shoulders like a cloak. The Keeper closed her eyes. A lone tear escaped, rolling silently down her cheek.
"Thank you." The owl made no sound. The lantern nearest them brightened, then another and another until a soft glow washed over the Veilcross as far as the eye could see. The Veilcross, ancient and patient, seemed to recognize something had changed.
Aurelian then wiped her face with the heel of her hand before taking a slow, steadying breath. âI cannot stay here forever." She rose to her feet and Noctis immediately hopped onto the stone railing before taking flight, circling once overhead. Aurelian watched her disappear into the golden twilight. âI still have work to do."
Far behind her, in another realm entirely, the King of Dreams stood alone beneath an ancient willow. Far ahead, Noctis glided from lantern to lantern, never straying far. Neither Dream nor Aurelian knew that the Veilcross had already begun quietly weaving a road back toward the other. It had carried separated souls across impossible distances since the first dream was ever dreamt.
It was patient.
It could wait.
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The garden remained silent long after the golden portal vanished. Dream did not move for quite some time. The willow's branches stirred overhead, silver leaves whispering against one another in a wind that did not exist. His hand remained suspended in the space where her face had been only moments before. The warmth of her skin had already faded from his fingertips. He lowered his hand slowly.
She had apologized not because she had rejected him, but because she had fled. Dream understood that much, but what he did not understand was why. His gaze lingered upon the place where the portal had opened. The Dreaming waited with him as though she would come back in threads of golden light.
Matthew landed silently upon the stone path a short distance away. His beady eyes looked between Dream to the empty air and immediately sensed something had happened.
"...Boss?" Dream did not answer. Matthew cleared his throat. âSo...she left." He was greeted with silence once more. The raven heaved a sigh, glancing toward the willow and then back at Dream. âI'll, uh...Iâll go." He wisely flew away, yet Dream remained where he was.
Lucienne found him some time later crouched beside a silver pond. Matthew had told her about Aurelianâs hasty departure and deep down sheâd hoped it just a misunderstanding between sovereign and Keeper. She saw how they looked at one another, argued with one another, cared for one another. Anyone with two eyes in their head could see that the King of Dreams and the Keeper of the Veilcross were deeply connected beyond their respective functions.
The librarian approached carefully. âMy lord."
"Lucienne,â he did not turn to face her. Instead he dipped a pale finger into the pond, disturbing the colorful Koi fish that swam there.
"...Lady Aurelian?"
Dream's answer was almost inaudible. âShe departed."
Lucienne waited and when he offered nothing more she asked, âDid something happen?"
Dream removed his finger from pond. âI do not know." He spoke with genuine confusion. "I believed..." He stopped, the sentence seeming unexpectedly difficult. Lucienne had known Dream for longer than kingdoms had existed. She had watched him command nightmares and rule his kingdom, yet she had almost never seen him struggle simply to speak. "I believed...she wished..." Again he stopped, his brow furrowing as he tried to voice what he could not wrap his head around. Dream looked down at his own hands. âI was mistaken."
"No,â Lucienne answered so softly he almost missed it. âI do not believe you were."
Dream finally turned himself to look at her. âThen why did she leave?"
Lucienne smiled sadly, noticing the slight misting of his eyes. âThere are many reasons someone may run, sir. Not all of them are because they do not wish to stay."
His attention returned to the pond, specifically the fish that swam beneath the surface. He watched them circle around one another as if playing a game of chase, their iridescent tails making the surface ripple. Heâd truly believed that Aurelian found a place within the Dreaming. Deep down he knew she was not of his realm, but it had carved out a space for her and only her belong to. The realm was brighter with her in it, happier, lighter. The inhabitants of the Dreaming adored her presence whenever she was near.
Why had she run? He thoughtâŚhe thought his attempts to fix things between them had helped to bring them closer, not farther apart. Matthew had once insisted that mortals appreciated compliments. Dream had listened longer than he intended. He had found, when standing before Aurelian, that every prepared phrase had seemed strangely inadequate. The fear in her eyes haunted him. When heâd banished her, she never trembled and recoiled away from him like that.
Lucienne waited for him to speak again, but when no reply came, she gave a curt bow of her head. âI shall retire to the library, my Lord. If there is nothing else?â
Dreamâs gaze remained fixed on the pond. Some part of him hopeful that heâd hear her soft footsteps or see a wisp of golden thread from her portals, but it was just himself and his most trusted librarian. A soft gust disturbed the surface of the water, causing the fish to scatter about and hide behind rocks and swaying kelp beds.
âThat will be all, Lucienne.â
The librarianâs heart dropped hearing the hopelessness in his voice. When heâd returned to a decaying realm with no residents or palace staff, Lucienne thoughts sheâd seen him at his lowest, but Dream without Aurelian was like a night without stars. Sad and bleak.
Lucienne looked away and said nothing, but privately she thought, Come back soon, Aurelian. Because neither of you knows how to survive this silence.
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Authorâs Note: Yo, I heard you guys like angst and yearning. These two really need a sit down without interfering siblings or cosmic disturbances. As always if you enjoyed it, please like/reblog/leave a comment.
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Summary: Marco took you under his wing almost immediately after you joined the Whitebeard Pirates. He's been your best friend and closest crewmate ever since, even though you've always secretly hoped for more. Unfortunately the universe doesn't care about what you secretly hope for.
Warnings: none that i can think of
Authorâs Note: tis the final fic for a while /: hope y'all enjoy! i had fun writing it! the whole posting process is getting to my head so taking a break and will post fics again when i'm not stuck in my head about it all
Masterlist here!
Word Count: 2.5k
Likes and comments are much appreciated! Do not repost anywhere! Works will be posted from my ao3 account soon.
You joined the Whitebeard Pirates not long before the Spade Pirates decided to attack. Marco took you under his wing almost immediately. He's been your best friend and closest crewmate ever since, even though you've always secretly hoped for more. Unfortunately, the universe doesn't care about what you secretly hope for.Â
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Thatch looks up from his work to smirk at you, not even needing to follow your line of sight to know you're swooning over Marco again.Â
âYou should tell him how you feel.â Your eyes shoot back to Thatch's face, widened at the boldness of his statement. Your jaw drops, prepared to say something, anything to defend yourself. One lonely flower petal falls out before you can. Landing on the top of the barrel between you and Thatch.Â
His eyes widen to match your own. âYou have to tell him about this.â You shake your head as Thatch turns away from you. âMarco!âÂ
Marco comes over and leans against the barrel, close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating off of him. âHi Thatch, hi (y/n). How are you both doing?âÂ
âShe just coughed up a flower petal.âÂ
Marco's brows furrow as he looks over to you. âWhat?â You shyly point down to the petal laying between you all. âWhere did it come from?âÂ
Your voice is quiet, ashamed to have had this happen where other people could see. âI don't know.âÂ
âYou coughed it up?â Avoiding Marcoâs eyes, you nod. He grabs it off the table and starts to turn to head below deck. âIâll do some research.âÂ
Thatch watches Marco disappear below deck before turning back to you. âAre you okay?â You quickly nod before returning to the task the two of you were doing before. Thatch accepts your silence for the time being and joins you.Â
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A few days later, the crew is sitting down to dinner in the galley. Aceâs is next to you, laughing at a story youâre telling him. Most of the meal goes smoothly. Everyone eats and eventually drinks get brought out to replace the food.Â
Marco watches you and Ace as Skull tells a story to the table. An opening appears in the story and Marco takes the opportunity to tell a well placed joke. Skull smiles over to him as you and Ace both laugh.Â
Marco smirks at you both before your laughter turns into panicked coughing. Ace jumps up, hand on your shoulder as he says your name a little too loud. Most of the crew is standing as Marco runs around the table. Tears fill your eyes as you stare down at the small pile of flower petals on the table in front of you. Itâs never been more than one.Â
Thereâs panicked murmurs all around you as Ace tightens his grip on your shoulder and Marco lowers himself to your level. âHey (y/n), you okay?â You slowly nod as Marcoâs hand comes up to cup your cheek.Â
âHave you found anything about this yet, Marco?â Thatchâs voice is loud as the rest of the crew goes silent.Â
âNot yet.â Marcoâs voice is quiet, attention still fully on you. âIâll figure it out, yoi.â He grabs the pile and presses a quick kiss to your forehead before heading out of the galley.Â
Ace grabs your other shoulder and he turns you to face him. âWhatâs going on?âÂ
Your eyes come up to his, no longer having the pile of petals to stare at. âI donât know.â Ace pulls you into his arms as your tears start to fall.Â
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After that dinner, the crew doesnât leave you alone again. Pops has you move into the empty half of Deuceâs room that was abandoned after Aceâs promotion. The younger doctor keeps an eye on you throughout the night. His worry grows everytime he steps into your shared bathroom and spots the trash filled with fresh petals.Â
Pops also moves you to kitchen duty during the day, keeping you under the watchful eye of Thatch around mealtimes.Â
When not with Thatch or Deuce, Ace keeps you as occupied as possible, subjecting you to be victim of the chaos he causes on the ship.Â
Despite being under consistent watch of your crew, the petals come more often and are significantly more painful each time. A couple months go by of them getting progressively worse while Marco hides away in his office buried in medical books from all across the four seas. The stack of petals next to the books gets bigger as your crewmates continue to pass them on.Â
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âHey Deuce? Are you still awake?â You hear grunts from the other side of the room as he tries to pull himself out of what little sleep he was getting.Â
Probably not the best time to try to get his attention but itâs a bit needed right now. âI am. Whatâs up?âÂ
âCan you come look at this?â You continue staring at your lap, trying not to cry.Â
Deuceâs finally awake enough to hear the strain in your voice and he pushes himself up before wrapping himself in his blanket and coming over to your bed. Sitting across from you, he looks down at your lap. His eyes rapidly widen before he looks away from a full flower, only missing a stem. âShit.âÂ
âAm I gonna die?âÂ
He moves the flower over to the desk between your beds and pulls you into his arms, wrapping you both tightly in his blanket. âNo, you wonât die. Go talk to Marco in the morning, okay? He told me yesterday that he mightâve found something.â You nod as you hug Deuce back.Â
âStay with me the rest of the night?â Hearing the fear in your voice, Deuce simply nods against your shoulder before pulling you down to lay with him.Â
Neither of you goes back to sleep.Â
Eventually Deuce breaks the silence as the sun starts to rise. âWhat was happening this time?âÂ
A shaky sigh leaves your mouth. âI was asleep, I think dreaming but I donât remember. The pain woke me up and it was just in my lap when I sat up.âÂ
Shit. âOkay. Are you feeling physically better now?â You nod before both falling back into silence.Â
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Eventually the rest of the crew starts to wake up. Hearing the noise of your crewmates, you and Deuce get up. He gets dressed and heads out to start his day, reminding you to talk to Marco before he leaves.Â
You reach for a throw blanket and wrap it around your pajamas before heading to Marcoâs office, not having the strength or will to get dressed this morning.Â
Nodding once, you donât hear a response. Slowly opening the door, you look in to see Marco already buried in the pile of books. You knock again, this time on the door frame inside the office.Â
â(y/n)! What do you need? Come in.â He struggles to push a book to the side before standing a little too quickly and moving over to the less messy couch on the opposite side of the room.Â
Slowly closing the door, you watch him until heâs sitting on the couch. You softly walk over, wishing you had at least put shoes on. Plopping next to him on the couch, you hesitantly hold out your hand, the flower from the night before resting in your palm.Â
Marco just stares for a moment before taking it from you. He turns it over in his hand a few times before letting it rest on his own palm.Â
The room is silent for a few minutes.Â
Finally, he speaks, voice soft. âStay with me today.âÂ
Your voice is equally soft, nervous about his lack of response to the flower. âOkay.â The room falls back into silence.Â
It takes a couple minutes for you to remember the pajamas you have on and the blanket wrapped around you. âCan I go get dressed first?âÂ
Marcoâs response is immediate. âYes. Come right back please.âÂ
Silently nodding, you step out of the office to go change. Marco runs back to his desk, digging out something he read yesterday. The flower you gave him is sitting in the center of his desk as he rapidly flips through a couple books.Â
Yep, heâs right. Shit. Â
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Despite having figured it out, Marco doesnât say or do anything about your predicament for the next few hours while you work with him. Heâs hopeful that maybe whoever you love will realize soon that they love you back. If not, heâs has what he needs to perform the surgery to save you.Â
Currently, youâre both sitting side by side on the couch with a collection of books open on the table. Pops is doing well this week, and Marco already figured out your disease, so heâs teaching you basic anatomy with his free time.Â
His hand runs along your thigh as he reaches across the table to point at a diagram. The skin burns as his fingers graze it and you feel that all too familiar feeling coming up your chest. He looks up to make sure youâre looking at the diagram but his eyes quickly fill with panic and fear as you start coughing.Â
A full flower, stem and all, lands on the book closest to you.
The panic on your face rivals the panic on Marcoâs. Your hands land on his leg, pushing him away from you before you lose your lunch on the floor. A full flower?!Â
Pain burns through your throat as you watch Marco panic. He looks at you with wide eyes, hands fidgeting for only a minute before his hands rest on your shoulders.Â
He doesnât do as good of a job as he thinks he does as he tries to calm you down and guide you over to the operating table. His words are rushed and you can hear the fear behind them. âHey yoi, youâre okay, youâre okay, I got you.âÂ
Your hands come up to his biceps, clinging to him like your life depends on it. âThatâs the-â problem. Cutting yourself off, you canât let him know heâs the reason your heart aches every day. At every meal when he cracks jokes. Every afternoon when heâs training with the younger pirates. Every time you work with him in his realm. He canât know.Â
Once youâre seated on the operating table, Marcoâs turned back by his desk, digging through his notes before he returns with a book. âI looked it up a few weeks ago, apparently only a returned love from the right person makes this go away but we canât wait around for that forever.â Your heart sinks, sadness filling your face as Marco tries to crack a joke, softly bumping his elbow into your arm as he does. âI canât lose my favorite crewmate.â He lets out a small laugh, failing to mask his real fear. You bite back the pain at the implication that your unrequited love for the man in front of you is actively killing you. âI found other ways to make it go away. Is it okay if I surgically remove the flowers? The feelings would go away too but youâll still be aliveâŚâ His expression softens as he lowers himself to meet your eyes. Heâs deeply worried you wonât let him but doesnât want to force you into anything.Â
As his hand lands on your arm, the familiar and welcomed burning of his touch returns. Let him surgically remove your feelings for him? Is that better than dying from the love not being returned? Your gaze moves from his hand on your arm up to the agony on his face. Your voice is soft yet echoing through the silence in the room. âYes, thatâs okay.âÂ
He quietly repeats your words back to you, voice quieter than a whisper as he stands and gently kisses your forehead before stepping away. He moves to a small box at the corner of his desk. He takes out a small bottle of anesthesia and comes back to the table, box tucked under one arm.Â
âThis will put you to sleep since the surgery is for a disease in your lungs.â Your eyes widen as he passes you the bottle.Â
âIn my lungs?â
Marco sits beside you on the bed, eyes staying on you while the worry on your face grows. His voice is quiet as he explains, a little worried you'll run. He needs to do this. He needs to save you. âThe flowers grow in your lungs, that's why you cough them out. They travel up your trachea and get stuck in your throat.â You look away from the bottle and your fear filled eyes meet Marco's. âDo you want someone else in here, too?âÂ
âNo.â You shake your head a little too aggressively as your grip tightens on the bottle. âI trust you, Marco.âÂ
He gives you a sad smile before pulling you into his side. âI won't let anything happen to you.â His chin rests on the top of your head as yours rests on his chest.Â
âI know you won't.âÂ
You're both quiet for a minute before you push yourself off of Marco and open the bottle. His hand slides down your back before it hits the table. He swallows hard as you down the bottle.Â
âNow we wait?â The anxious look in your eyes makes his heart ache as he nods. He helps you lay down before he moves to get the surgery supplies out of the small box he brought over.Â
The room falls back into silence as you watch Marco prep. The room starts to fade as the drug kicks in. Marco's eyes keep moving up to you as he works, checking in to make sure you're still okay.Â
He looks up a little too soon after trying to set something down and drops it. The laugh that leaves your lips causes his eyes to shoot right up. His heart aches before it drops out of the ship. Oh.Â
Your eyes start to drift closed as Marco's mind fills with every memory of hearing your laugh.Â
Every time the crew's sitting to dinner and he cracks a joke just to hear you and Ace laugh at it.Â
Every time he flexes a little extra working on deck just to hear you giggle while working with Thatch.Â
Every time he touches you and a quiet laugh escapes, trying to hide the flusters.Â
Oh.
Marco's up, his arms on your shoulders before moving up to cup your cheeks. âWake up. (y/n) please wake up. I can't do this.â His hands move back to your shoulders to shake you slightly. âShit.âÂ
The pressure in your chest and throat fade slightly. You force your eyes back open before the drug can knock you out. âMarcoâŚ?âÂ
âIs it me?â His voice is quiet, fear showing on his face, terror filling his heart as he tries to wrap his mind around what he just almost did.Â
It takes you a second to realize what he's even asking. âWho else would it be?â A small chuckle leaves you as his eyes widen. Â
âFuck. Don't fall asleep.â His hands move back up to cup your cheeks as he brings his lips up to meet yours in a soft kiss.
Summary: Sanji notices pretty quickly when you stop eating.
Warnings: unspecified eating disorder, reader gets dizzy a lot and passes out
Authorâs Note: hella self indulgent but what is fanfiction if not self indulgent? i tried keeping the disordered eating habits neutral but they may be leaning into arfid habits. anywaysss enjoy the sanji fic :) there's another one on the wip list!
Masterlist here!
Word Count: 2.3k
Likes and comments are much appreciated! Do not repost anywhere! Works will be posted from my ao3 account soon.
Sanji stands at the counter, whipping up a quick dessert while the rest of the crew eats dinner. His eyes are on you, noticing how you cut up and stir the food on your plate but donât eat very much of it. You start to lift a bite to your mouth but set it back on the plate as you laugh at something Usopp said.Â
Sanji counts maybe five total bites in the whole meal before you and Nami head out of the galley. He pulls a small notebook out of a drawer and adds tonightâs dinner to the list of food you donât like. He sighs at the length of foods you donât like as he struggles to add even a third thing to the other list.Â
Zoro comes up to the counter, blatantly ignoring the stressed look on Sanjiâs face. âHey cook, weâre out of booze.âÂ
âGo tell Nami to stop at the next island, mosshead. Not my job to stock your drinks.â Zoro grumbles in response before leaving the galley with the last bottle on the ship.Â
Sanji sighs and closes the notebook, tucking it back in the drawer before returning to the dessert.Â
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The next day, the Going Merry docks at a nearby island. The crew prepares to disembark and explore while restocking for the next leg of the journey. Nervous about approaching you with his plan, Sanji instead ropes Usopp in to get food.Â
They look for foods you havenât yet had on the ship, hopeful that youâll like them. Usopp suggests mild foods that Sanji can then slowly add other flavors and ingredients to if you like the base food.Â
The two end up with many bags of the usual food for the rest of the crew and some new ingredients in hopes that youâll start eating more.Â
Dinner that night goes a little bit better. Turns out, Usopp was right and you like the mild food. Sanji watches you eat an entire plate before asking for dessert. He happily hands a small plate over, giving you a smile as he does.Â
As the crew clears out, Sanjiâs notebook is back out as he finally adds to the list of foods you like.Â
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This goes on for about another few weeks. Sanjiâs able to add a lot to the list of foods you like, despite having to add a few more to the dislike list. Overall, heâs grateful that youâve started eating more and that heâs able to help.Â
All is going well with Sanjiâs plan until you enter the galley by yourself one afternoon. Needing a drink, you take one of the premade smoothies out of the fridge and search for a straw. Your search lands you in one of Sanjiâs drawers. A small notebook catches your eye and your curiosity gets the best of you.Â
Foods she likes      Foods she doesnât likeÂ
Your heart drops reading the list. Shoving the notebook back in the drawer and closing it, you quickly return the smoothie to the fridge and run out of the room. Your heart is racing. Why is he doing that? How did he figure out my safe foods? You start to close yourself off to the crew, freaked out that Sanji has been able to figure out so much about you.Â
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Sanji wanders into the galley later that same day, excited for the meal he has planned tonight. He opens the drawer and immediately notices the notebook is not in its usual spot. He pauses for only a moment, remembering that he did rush out after lunch. He decides itâs probably fine. No one probably saw it. He takes it out and opens it to the list of foods you like.Â
He spends the next hour carefully making a meal catered to your preferences, very excited for you have a meal you enjoy.Â
Ten minutes later, confusion lines his features and his heart aches as you pick at the food. He spots pain in your eyes as you lift a bite off your plate just to set it right back down. Relaxation dawns on him and his face softens as he looks over to the drawer the notebookâs in. The confusion returns as the connected dots fail to make a picture.Â
Luffy starts loudly telling a story, distracting Sanji while the crew continues to eat. You end up slipping away unnoticed during the story.Â
The crew starts to clear out and Sanji clears your plate off the table first. He sets it on the counter and takes out the notebook to compare the food to the lists. Itâs entirely foods youâve previously enjoyed. He turns the page and writes out the combination of flavors he used, thinking maybe two of the foods mixed together caused the problem.Â
He sighs before sliding the notebook back away and cleaning up dinner. Heâll try again tomorrow.Â
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Sanji fails for four more days to get you to eat anything. The rest of the crew is starting to notice something wrong but no oneâs discussing it so Sanji hasnât figured out how much the malnutrition is affecting you.Â
It happens first when youâre navigating with Nami. Luckily youâre leaning on a table when your vision starts to blur. You can still hear, and continue answering Namiâs questions while waiting for your vision to clear again.Â
It happens again when youâre helping Usopp with some of his new inventions. He notices you pause with one of the tools in your hand and asks if youâre okay. You slowly nod as you wait for the room to stop spinning.Â
The third time it happens, youâre training with Zoro. He gets a hit in and freezes as he watches the blood start to drip from your arm. You donât even notice as you will your vision to come back, having gone mostly dark this time.Â
Chopper doesnât question it when he bandages up your cut, assuming itâs just a normal training injury.Â
The fourth time it happens, youâre helping Sanji put away the haul from an island in the galley. He watches you freeze with a box of rice halfway to the cupboard. You hold still, trying to let the dizziness pass and your vision restabilize.Â
Sanji slowly takes the box from you as you grab the counter. âDarling..? Are you okay..?â You try to turn to him to answer, thinking your visionâs almost back. Sanji ends up having to catch you as you pass out, landing right on his chest.Â
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You wake up a few hours later in your bed. Turning to the side, you notice the plate of your safe foods on the desk, each clearly separated from the rest so none of them touch. Your eyes move up to Sanji, sitting in your chair.Â
âSanji? What happened?âÂ
âYou passed out in the kitchen, sweetheart.â Your eyes widen and you quickly look away from him. Fuck. âYou havenât been eating either. Whatâs going on, my love?âÂ
Pushing yourself up, you sit against your pillows, looking anywhere except at Sanji. âUmmâŚâ One thing at a time. âI umm⌠keep getting dizzy and I have to pause in the middle of doing stuff.â Tears start to slip out of your eyes voicing the problems youâre struggling with. Sanji quietly listens, chin resting in his palm as he watches you, tears starting to fill his own eyes. âI get too dizzy to trust myself to safely move and-â A sob rips through your body, stopping your words as you pull your legs up to your chest.Â
Sanji waits a moment before getting up. You squeeze your eyes shut, expecting to hear the door open. Instead, the mattress sinks besides you as he sits. Cracking an eye open, you see him reach out a hand, simply laying it on the bed beside you. You take his hand, giving it a weak squeezing. He gives you a firmer squeeze back before you continue, still hiding your face.Â
âIâm sorry I donât eat the food you make. Itâs not-â You sniffle back another sob, trying to figure out the words to explain how you feel. âIf I eat certain foods, it triggers my gag reflex and I canât swallow them. I canât sleep either and I donât know if itâs the lack of food or if the lack of sleep is causing the lack of hunger.â You swallow back another sob, so close to fully opening up. âI donât know, I want to eat all the food you make, Sanji. It always looks so good but I canât. My body wonât let me and I donât know how to fix it.â Your hands move up to your forehead, sobs shaking through your body as tears stream down your face.Â
Sanjiâs voice is quiet, not wanting to push any boundaries you still have up. âHow long have you felt like this?âÂ
You lift your head, finally looking at him again. Your tears filled eyes meet his and your heart aches in equal pressure to his. âI donât remember.âÂ
âHow can I help?âÂ
âI donât know.âÂ
Sanjiâs quiet for a minute before he starts to get up and almost speaks. âWait, Sanji?â You reach back out for his hand and pull it, keep him near you. âCan you ummâŚâ He sits back down and gives your hand a comforting squeeze, patient while you fight to get the words out. âCan you stay with me?â His expression softens but you donât give him a chance to answer. âItâs probably dumb but I thought if someone else was here, it might be easier to sleep.âÂ
âOf course I can stay, beautiful, whatever you need.â He gives you a sweet smile before letting go of your hand to take his shoes off. He turns towards you and takes in the fact that youâre still curled up in a ball. âDo you want me to just hang out or do you want me in the bed? Either way is perfectly fine with me, whatever makes you com-âÂ
âIn the bed.â His eyes stay on you but he doesnât move. âIâm sorry, Iâve never done this before.âÂ
He slowly nods, connecting the dots in his head so that you donât have to voice the connection. âItâs okay, love. Iâll lay down first, okay?â He waits for you to nod before laying down beside you and laying an arm behind your back. You turn to look at him and he almost continues talking before you start to move. Heâs quiet as you lay beside him, using his bicep as a pillow. You reach over him to grab your favorite throw pillow to hug. âAre you comfortable, sweetheart?â You nod and he lets himself relax as you curl slightly into him.Â
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Your eyes slowly flutter open a couple hours later and you turn to see Sanji, still awake and reading a book that was on your desk. His arm is tightly around your waist as he holds you against his side. He looks down at you as you loosen your grip around your pillow.Â
âDid you get some sleep, sweetheart?â You nod and push yourself up and out of his arms.Â
âThank you, Sanji. I think Iâm gonna take a shower now. Iâll see you at dinner?â His heart drops slightly as he watches you. But he slowly gets off your bed and sets the book back on your desk. He gives you a small smile as he slides his shoes back on and heads out the door. I can handle this myself. Sanji doesnât need to help.Â
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Sanjiâs about halfway through making dinner when you come into the galley. He catches a whiff of your body wash as you come up to the stove to peek at what heâs making.Â
He spots the concern on your face and points over to a bowl on the side. âDonât worry, darling. I got you.âÂ
You peer into the bowl housing one of your safe foods. âYou donât have to do this for me, Sanji. Iâll figure it out.âÂ
âI know I donât have to. I want to.âÂ
You return his sweet smile with a small one. âThank you.âÂ
He wraps an arm around your shoulder and softly kisses your temple as you reach for a bite of the food. His hand stirring the other food pauses as he sees you grimace. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
You shake your head, forcing the bite down. âNothing.âÂ
âSweetheart, whatâs wrong with the food?â Sanji puts the spatula down and turns you to face him.Â
Your eyes are on the ground between your feet as the guilt starts to eat at you. âItâs the pepper. Iâm sorry.âÂ
âNo worries, sweets.â You look back up to see Sanji moving the bowl away and starting to remake your food from scratch. âIs there anything else wrong with it?âÂ
You step away from him as the guilt consumes your heart. âNo, Iâm sorry, I can eat the-âÂ
Heâs careful to keep the pepper away from the food. âItâs not a problem, dear.â He looks over with a comforting smile as he works.Â
Shyly leaning against the counter, you watch him continue to work, effortlessly making two very different meals with no problems.Â
After a few minutes, he slides a fresh bowl in front of you and nervously watches as you try a bite. He lets out a breath as you smile and take another bite. Your voice is quiet, still guilty he had to do this. âThis is delicious, Sanji. Thank you.âÂ
You move behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, not wanting to disrupt the cooking heâs doing for the rest of the crew.Â
âOf course, my love. Weâll get through this together.â You smile against his back as his hand moves to hold your joined ones against his stomach.
