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“Nami?” you called.
“Yes?”
“The smile on your face puts the sun to shame, or something along those lines,” you said. “And also, would you like something to drink?”
She tipped her head back against the lounger she was in and laughed. “I would love a drink,” she said. “Thank you. But if you’re going for true authenticity, should you really be using Nami? I think there should be another syllable there.”
You shook your head. “Not as long as I have my dignity.”
Sanji gave you an affronted look.
You smiled innocently at him. “I gave her the compliment. I just don’t think she needs that and the sing-songy voice.”
“No,” Nami said. “I don’t but it would be entertaining to hear you try.”
“No.”
Sanji crossed his arms as though to tell you that it wasn’t what he was protesting with his expression. You smiled innocently because although you had promised to be an accurate translator, you had your limits.
“You wanted to offer her a drink,” you said. “I gave her a compliment and did that. I went above and beyond to make sure it sounded like the offer genuinely came from your heart.”
He shook his head in disappointment, leaned over to press a kiss to your cheek regardless and tapped on Robin’s empty glass.
“No, thank you,” you said. “I have mine already.”
“Not entirely convinced on the mind reading thing yet,” Franky commented. “Two hours in and you have the whole thing down perfectly.”
You smirked proudly and held out your bottle to him. He took it and popped the top off with an opener in his palm, handing it back. Sanji tapped a bottle opener against the bar and you turned back to him with a smile.
“You’re busy making a drink for Nami,” you defended yourself. “And Franky has one right in his hand.”
Franky grinned. “Got pretty much everything. Never know what you’re going to need.”
Sanji sighed dramatically and continued preparing Nami’s drink. If he had a voice, you felt very sure he would be mumbling something under his breath that would make you giggle. You enjoyed tormenting him sometimes.
Unfortunately, even if he’d tried to speak, it wouldn’t have been too useful.
It felt like only a few minutes ago that he’d given you a kiss, opened his mouth to offer something, and said absolutely nothing. Chopper confirmed it was probably a lingering side effect of some nonsense he’d breathed in on the last island you’d stopped at. It would wear off in a few hours.
Which naturally meant that you had become an impromptu translator until then.
And not a very good one at that. You knew what Sanji wanted to say – after so long at his side, it would be impossible not to – and for the most part, you got there eventually. The main difference was that you refused to make it sound quite right.
A hand grew from the ground, passing Robin’s bottle over so Franky could open it too before carrying it back to where she sat in the sun with a book resting against her knees.
“Robin, darling!” you called. “Can Sanji offer you an appetizer before lunch?”
She laughed to herself. “I’m quite alright, thank you.”
Sanji had had no intention of offering extra food but he still smiled at you fondly as he finished Nami’s drink. You had to be entertaining him, if not getting his words across. Even if that meant listening to you attempt to compliment the two women every time they appeared in your line of sight.
He placed it down next to her seat and you immediately turned to her, waiting for her thank you so you could offer the appropriate level of devotion.
“Anything for you, Nami! Your beauty is absolutely unmatched in this world!”
She laughed and blew a kiss to you that you made a show of catching and pressing to your heart.
“Aw, come on man, that wasn’t accurate,” Franky ribbed. “She blew you a kiss. Where’s the nosebleed? The fainting? You’ve got to commit to being your man fully if you’re going to do it.”
Sanji rolled his eyes as he walked past you, pausing briefly to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear affectionately.
You smiled up at him. “Thank you for whatever compliment you’re giving me mentally, right now,” you said. “I’m thinking it’s somewhere along the lines of me still being beautiful even if I did get a nosebleed.”
He shrugged as though it was good enough before he returned to the bar, grabbed a napkin, and quickly wrote something down. He held it out to you and you read the flattery with a warm smile.
“Aw, thank you love,” you said. “You’re too sweet.”
He gestured to the napkin and took a seat beside you on the chair. When you leaned in, he gave you a quick peck despite clearly trying to communicate something, then tapped the napkin again.
“I’ve read it,” you said.
He brushed a finger gently across your lower lip.
You sighed softly. “You want me to read it out? I don’t know if I can compliment myself for you, darling. I’d sound awfully arrogant.”
Franky lifted his sunglasses to look down at the napkin and nodded. “You would sound absolutely ridiculous saying that to yourself.”
“Maybe I can say it to Robin or Nami?” you offered.
Sanji pressed a hand dramatically to his heart as though you’d threatened to stab him through the chest. It was meant for you then.
You laughed. “Then, I’m sorry, love, but if you want to hear me say it aloud, you’re going to have to wait until you get your voice back, okay?”
Zoro scoffed, a sound that surprised you because you’d thought he was asleep this whole time.
“With any luck, that’ll be never.”
Sanji glared at him and then gestured for you to speak. You paused, considering what you could say that sounded appropriate before shrugging and sending a rude gesture in Zoro’s direction, which only made him frown.
Sanji’s expression said everything.
“I know you could have done that,” you said. “But I thought it got my point across. Oh, and Zoro?”
“Yes?”
“Fuck you.” You nodded to Sanji. “There, now I said it and showed it.”
Zoro blinked at you and then shrugged and took a swig from his bottle. “Fine,” he said. “Your voice is less grating at least.”
“I get right to the heart of the insult,” you said. “The point stands and no need for yelling.”
Sanji breathed out heavily and shook his head at you but the smile still lingered on his face so you took that to mean you weren’t entirely failing in your duties.
You gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I love you too.”
He nodded his approval and moved to get up when you caught his wrist. He stayed as you laced your fingers with his, an idea creeping into your mind.
“I think you should maybe take the rest of the day off to recover,” you suggested. “I can take over cooking today.”
He looked very offended at the suggestion, gesturing to his throat with his free hand as though asking what his lack of a voice had to do with cooking. The answer was honestly very little but it was fun that he couldn’t protest verbally.
“No, I understand,” you said. “You’re very tired. Maybe you can stay out here and I’ll go start preparing something right now.”
“Are we having more breakfast?” Luffy asked, his head turning away from his game with Usopp.
“No,” you answered sweetly. “But I’m going to cook lunch.”
Sanji’s expression was becoming more distressed by the second although pride briefly fluttered through when Luffy frowned.
“But I prefer Sanji’s cooking.”
Your lips pressed into a thin line. “Well, that’s just mean. Sanji’s letting me cook because he loves me.”
Sanji smiled and lowered his head, kissing the back of your hand in a way that was clearly meant to soothe your captain’s insult. His expression promised a thousand reassuring praises about how he enjoyed it when you cooked.
“As long as you appreciate me,” you said. “I think I’ll be alright.”
He nodded and gestured for you to say something, tapping the napkin and its sweet flattery again.
“I’m not complimenting myself verbally,” you insisted. “It’ll sound so embarrassing. Even if technically, it comes from you.”
“Give it here, I’ll read the thing,” Franky said. “Though as a warning, I’m going to have to edit it a little if it’s too mushy.”
Sanji shook his head and reached for the napkin and you purposefully leaned back in your seat, shuffling a little away to grab it and hold it out toward the clearly not-listening swordsman.
“You know who reads things very well?” you asked. “Zoro! Would you mind?”
Sanji lunged for the napkin with such immediate horror that his chair scraped against the deck. He caught your wrist before you could surrender it to Zoro, shaking his head with the frantic severity of a man preventing an international disaster.
Nami laughed openly while Robin lowered her book just enough to reveal the smile she was making no effort to hide as Sanji tried his hardest to ask you to stop tormenting him without being able to offer even one pleasantry to his request.
Zoro looked over. “What do you want?”
“Nothing,” you said. “I’m just using you to tease Sanji. He’s cute when he’s flustered.”
Zoro clicked his tongue, nose wrinkling in annoyance. “Then don’t.”
Sanji’s cheeks turned faintly pink at the compliment and mild frustration. He so badly wanted to counter you with praise of his own. You could practically see the flattery where it was stuck in his throat, desperate to escape. You even had an exact idea of what line he wanted to say to try and turn his embarrassment into lavish compliments.
You smiled and looked toward the other two women who were both still amused.
“I think Sanji’s meaning to tell you both that your laughs are more precious than any song,” you said sweetly.
Sanji sighed.
“I think we should make this a permanent thing,” Nami said. “It’s a nice change of pace.”
“I’ll run out of compliments to give eventually,” you warned her. “Then I’m just going to be telling you that you look nice fifty times a day.”
She shrugged. “That’s already what I hear whenever Sanji speaks so it isn’t too different.”
You snickered and Sanji huffed once, offended but still willing to forgive her for it on instinct alone. Of course.
“Don’t worry, I enjoy your poetry,” you promised, squeezing the hand that you were still holding. “But I’m no good at coming up with my own.”
He rolled his eyes and nodded to the napkin.
“Still not reading it aloud.”
He breathed out dramatically.
You didn’t end up getting to cook which, honestly, was a tragedy. Thanks to your announcement of your intentions, Sanji was already waiting for the moment you tried to sneak your way into the kitchen and he’d brought a chair in so you could sit without interfering.
Every time he caught you and gently led you away, you waited for the kiss and the whispered flattery and though you got the former… the latter stayed annoyingly out of your reach.
You found yourself becoming strangely nostalgic as the day drew on without any sweetened compliments or lovely names flitting your way. You were almost tempted to give in and put words behind his gestures though your pride still caught you before it happened. Worse, you knew even if you tried you would never say the words the same way he did.
You couldn’t imitate his gentle cadence and really, the words were meaningless without that.
You sat behind him in the kitchen with the sizzling pans and the steady stirring against a bowl and yet still found it eerily quiet. Quiet in a way you truly hated.
“Do you know what I don’t like?” you asked, mainly for something to break the quiet. “I can’t see what you’re doing from over here. So, I feel left out.”
Sanji’s shoulders raised in the same way they always did when he laughed though the sound didn’t follow. He moved the pan from the stove so you could see it, pointing with the spoon as he would normally do.
But without the explanation, it wasn’t nearly as fun.
“I’ve never realised how much you talk,” you said.
He gave you an unimpressed expression in response and you laughed, hurrying to clarify.
“No, no, I’m not complaining about it,” you assured. “I was missing it. I like hearing you speak.”
He stared at you fondly for a second too long before he smiled and went back to what he had been doing. The temptation to go and nag Chopper about how much longer this would take was only growing worse with the passing seconds.
You stood from your chair and ventured closer, staying out of his way the best you could, to watch him. He glanced at you and smiled, holding out his hand for a jar of spice at your elbow.
You handed it over, brushing your fingers against his own purposefully.
He smiled and nodded but without the flattering gratitude, you sighed. He squeezed your wrist tightly and though you knew what he was meaning, it didn’t make you feel better.
“No need to look so happy about it,” you said with a slight pout. “You’d miss hearing my voice too if I suddenly couldn’t talk.”
He nodded fervently in agreement and gestured in a way you took to mean something along the lines of losing your voice being a great tragedy inflicted on the world. It was nice. But it wasn’t quite right and your mouth still twisted in annoyance at it.
You continued to translate on occasion through the day but it wasn’t really needed. Everybody knew Sanji well enough that your help was very unimpactful.
And your mood sank more as he placed a plate in front of you, entirely different from everybody else’s.
One of your favourites. Clearly meant to be an apology for your disappointment.
“You have nothing to apologise for,” you mumbled as you gave him an appreciative kiss. “But thank you.”
Luffy glanced toward your plate curiously and you waited until Sanji had stepped back into the kitchen to give him half of it. You didn’t have much of an appetite when you felt like this but luckily, you dined with a bottomless vacuum cleaner and never had to worry about anybody seeing when you hadn’t finished your meal.
Which, unsurprisingly, meant you woke at an ungodly hour of the morning with your stomach growling at you. You made your way into the kitchen with a yawn against the back of your hand.
Like this, you could appreciate the silence a little more.
It was supposed to be quiet when you were busy by yourself, borrowing one of the knives you’d been told a thousand times you could use, and making yourself something small enough to tide you over until breakfast. This quiet was comfortable.
Yet it still annoyed you purely because of how it had been earlier when it crept into spaces that should have been filled with flirting.
The doors swung open and you jumped for a second before you recognised Sanji’s silhouette and you smiled.
“Hello,” you greeted. “Do you have a sixth sense for when somebody walks into the kitchen?”
He smiled and yawned, but then he opened his mouth and spoke, his voice rough with disuse but audible. “I’m sorry, mon amour, I thought it was Luffy.”
“Oh?” you hummed, unable to stop the smile that spread over your face at the familiar sound of his voice. You turned around, abandoning your food to slip closer. “That’s a sound I’ve missed something terrible. Are you feeling better?”
“Much. I woke up and could speak again. I never thought it would be so difficult although you certainly tormented me for it, cherie.”
You laughed softly. “Aw, I did nothing. All that I’m guilty of is sharing your usual love with the others. And they were smiling more than usual so that’s a win.”
He huffed. “True but not being able to share the same love with you was torture. Far worse than if you’d abandoned speaking for me all together. I could spend every hour of the day praising you and still leave half your virtues unsaid.”
“I still knew what you were trying to say.”
“That’s not the same as hearing it,” he insisted.
You rested your arms over his shoulders and leaned up to kiss him softly. He smiled gently against your mouth, hands coming naturally to rest against your sides. No matter how many times you kissed him though, his cheeks always flushed slightly at the end.
“Were you hungry?” he asked when you moved away.
“Just a little,” you admitted. “But I didn’t want to wake you up for a midnight snack.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, you could always wake me.”
“If I knew you’d have your voice back, I would have,” you said. “It’s such a lovely sound. Although I’m also grateful I don’t have to keep thinking of compliments. You’re more creative than I give you credit for. I ran out of orange things to compare to Nami’s hair after the first hour.”
He sighed. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“It was authentic,” you insisted.
“No, it wasn’t because you wouldn’t say a word to yourself. Nami-san and Robin-chan are radiant, amour, but you’re the one who holds my heart. You’d need to acknowledge that first.”
You hummed teasingly. “Really? Because I thought I heard some very pretty words for them when I was reading your mind earlier.”
He shook his head but his smile remained humoured. “You came up with those ideas yourself.”
“Did I?”
Sanji chuckled and stepped back, catching your hand before it slid fully from his shoulder and lowering his head to kiss the back of it. “You must have. My love is for you and only you mademoiselle.”
His thumb moved slowly over your knuckles, and for once, neither of you rushed to turn the moment into a joke.
You smiled warmly at him. “That one sounds like it’s been waiting a few hours to be said.”
Something excited sparkled in his eyes at your words. “It definitely has and don’t worry, I’ve written down every single word I wanted to say to you yesterday. I fully intend to make sure you hear them at least twice to make up for the delay.”
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Sanji is a talker
Sanji x fem!reader
Smut!, PWP, desperate!Sanji, dirty talk, mating press, prone bone, cowgirl, cock warming, NSFW,
Word count ~630
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The first time you sleep together he spends the majority of the time thanking you as his cock hammers home hard and fast inside you. A brutal pace that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head as he hits that sweet spongy spot with frankly terrifying accuracy. He has you folded into a mating press as he finishes inside you. “Fuck, fuck Princess you feel so fucking good. I can keep going, yeah, please, please say I can keep going.” As he's already starting to move inside of you again, “I've waited so long for you.”
There are times that he spends slowly drawing your orgasms out of you, talking you through his ministrations. Telling you that you're “being so good for him,” and that “you can give me another one, can't you?”. He coos over you, “I know, I know it's a lot, but you can take it, can't you?”, as he has you shaking from overstimulation after another orgasm. “You'll be a good girl and take all of it for me, won't you?”.
He deifies you as he worships over your body at the altar that is your shared bed, giving praise and offering his devotion to you. He talks about how you've ruined him, how no one has ever felt like you, and that no one would be able to compare. His fingers dig into your hips as he tells you that you were made for him and how he fits perfectly inside of you.
A small part of you loves when he goes from dirty to downright filthy. He has you face down with your ass in the air, one hand has a vice-like grip on your hip, and the other is tangled in your hair. “God I love watching your ass bounce as I fuck you like this.” He licks and bites up the expanse of your back, until his lips are right next to your ear. “Do you want my cum Princess? Huh, do you want me to cum in you, until you're overflowing with me?” He chuckles, as he feels you clench around him, “Yeah you fucking do.”
The only time you can get him to shut up is when you're sitting on his face. Even then he spends the majority of his time moaning and whimpering into your pussy as you grind down on him. And after you've cum he gently lifts you off of his face to thank you for the meal.
There are times, though, when you absolutely love how much he talks during sex. Specifically, when it's one of the few times he lets you take the lead. The whimpers and moans you pull out of him as you practically torture him with your slow and steady pace. His hands tied with one of his many ties at the headboard, the wood groaning as he pulls hard at his restraints, desperate to touch you. It's especially delicious when all you're doing is sitting on his cock, unmoving. The small twitches of him inside you and the slight jerks of his hips as he becomes more and more desperate for friction. Indulging him with some small relief by clenching and releasing around him. And it's not until he's sobbing as he begs for you to move that you finally give in and ride him. He babbles incoherently as he's finally able to reach his release deep inside of you. You give him a short moment to catch his breath before you start riding him again. He looks at you with confusion and asks what you're doing.
“Oh, my sweet Prince,” you say with sickening sweetness caressing his face as he pants from the overstimulation, “I'm not done with you yet.”
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This is my first One Piece fanfic. Please let me know if you liked it. I have a lot of ideas bouncing around in my head, so hopefully, I'll be posting more in the future.
‘To have a face as stunning as yours’
Straw hats switching bodies with their S/O!!
Contains: Luffy, Sanji, Zoro
A/N: I’m sorry for being inactive the past few days, I try to post everyday but I’ve been really sick. This entire summer it feels like I’ve constantly been getting sick or flooded by allergies, please forgive me.
Sanji
🍽️ Oh boy, this man. He would be so happy to swap bodies with you, his hands immediately finding his favourite parts of you. Sorry to the ladies, but he would definitely fondle your breasts right in front of you— essentially getting off on it. A quick smack to the head will snap him out of it, partially.
🍽️ If you guys do have to fight in each other’s bodies, he’ll beg for you to try to imitate his fighting style. His hands are very important to him and his job, so he doesn’t want them getting damaged. He himself will do his best to keep your body from harm, but his movement is limited.
🍽️ If the body swap caused you two to switch clothes, he would fawn on how nice you (technically your body) looks with his clothes on. If your clothes on his body are overly feminine or just not his style, he will try to make you change your clothes or steer clear of Zoro. He would never let Sanji live it down.
🍽️ One thing you realized after switching back was how stiff your body was. Or how flexible Sanji was. He could move his body with such ease, especially below his waist. Maybe it had something to do with him being genetically modified. If you got used to it and complain about being so stiff now, he’ll happily give you a massage.
Luffy
🍖 Luffy would find it really cool to be in your body! He would comment about everything, your height and body type, how everything feels different. He’s nothing like Sanji, he doesn’t exploit it in a sexual manner. He’s just curious.
🍖 Fighting in each other’s bodies is harder for Luffy, he’s good at combat, but he’s used to using his devil fruit. Without it, he’s more likely to get hit since he’ll forget and make an opening for the enemy in his confusion. You, on the other hand, are trying to get used to his devil fruit powers.
🍖 Luffy doesn’t care what his body is wearing in your possession, as long as he has his straw hat. He’ll just smile and say that he looks goofy in your clothes. If you’re a more modest person, you will have to wrestle Luffy into keeping his vest shut and not exposing your chest to the world. He’ll respect that boundary because he wants to live to be king of the pirates.
🍖 The thing that shocked you about Luffy’s body was his appetite. You knew how much of a foodie he was, but you assumed that was just his personality. The entire time you were in his body, you were practically starving. Maybe Luffy had just conditioned his body into eating obscene amounts of food.
Zoro
🎍 Zoro would be shocked initially when you swapped bodies, but would get used to it very quickly. He doesn’t feel your body up or explore anything. He’s just accepts it and move on. On the outside, at least. He’s freaking out on the inside and trying not to act like a creep.
🎍 Fighting with his body isn’t that different. He’s a muscular dude, so he doesn’t need his swords for combat You can land hits on others pretty easily with little damage to yourself. Zoro is also okay using three sword style with your body. And even if you’re a girl, your chest wouldn’t get in the way. Because, canonically, his is probably bigger than yours.
🎍 He’ll probably make a comment or two about how your body looks in his clothes, a compliment if you squint. But if you’re wearing something that’s even an inkling of embarrassment to him?? He will MAKE you change. Even if it’s in the middle of a fight, he refuses to let his body be seen like that.
🎍 You notice how sore his body is. It’s probably from how much he trains. You wonder how he doesn’t complain all the time. You’ll feel phantom aches for a few days after you switch back. When you switch back, your teeth will hurt from holding a sword. You complain to him about it and he’ll complain back about that ridiculous outfit you made his body wear.
On (a) d(ate)uty
they're so adorable wth
Frame redraw
‘gentle’ my ass, he banged me last night and i can’t walk now
Clothes I'd steal borrow from Sanji.
Definitely the classic blue shirt. That chain on his belt, too. White tie snatched. Could go well with the blue dress shirt.
That white sweater and the sweatshirt. Heck yeah! They would be so warm and comfy.
This coat as well! Also, his gentle cook shirt though I didn't find a good picture for it. Might add more later. 🤭
#1 whores for Sanji
PAIRING: Roronoa Zoro x f!Reader x Vinsmoke Sanji
WARNINGS: Suggestive.
No, because imagine Zoro and you are just so weak for Sanji. You are pretty vocal about it; Zoro prefers to keep it behind closed doors when the 3 of you are together. However, imagine that one day Sanji is making this huge dinner for the Straw Hats, just to celebrate that you made it out alive from another island.
So he decided to show off while preparing the food. Just a little bit. But he underestimated how bad it was going to affect you and Zoro.
So this was a new "technique," if you can even call it that; instead of just using the knives as he would normally do, he decided to just, you know, show how skillful he can be with knives. He has only done this one time, back in Water 7 when he was trying to save Robin before they arrived at Ennies Lobby, so you and Zoro weren't really there to see him.
So, as expected, you and Zoro were shocked. You couldn't really focus on anything because all of Sanji was just perfection in your eyes, and Zoro couldn't really stop looking at his hands that were carrying the knives.
You could see Zoro's pupils fully blown out. His breathing started to become heavier. You weren't as composed as you thought because, god, Sanji was just the perfect man.
While everyone was cheering, you and Zoro stayed in silence. You were pretty sure Zoro could hear you heavily gulp. He only stretched out his arms, putting both of them on either side. You took this as an opportunity to get closer to him, and he welcomed your body so your back could now rest on a part of his chest.
In the corner of your eye, you could see Zoro's boner, and you couldn't help but cover your face with both of your hands, preventing anyone else from seeing how affected you were by both of your boyfriends. Zoro moved his hand, making it rest on your shoulder to bring you closer to him.
Your head was feeling so heavy that you completely let it fall into his chest.
Everyone else was unaware of your reaction. However, Sanji knew his lovers too well, and he knew he was going to have fun later tonight.
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o n e p i e c e m a s t e r l i s t
zoro x reader x sanji m a s t e r l i s t
my bunny 🐰
sanji x bunny hybrid!reader
word count: 2.1k
cw: slight NSFW(?), fem!reader, bunny hybrid reader, use of Y/N, mentions of being experimented, mentions of death, blood mentioned, pet names (my bunny / my lady / mon amour / ma chère), fluff, not proofread
a/n: i’ve been down the rabbit hole for sanji lately.. ugh get out my head sanji!!! ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜)
it’s been a month since luffy stole you away from the world government. yup.
you’re a bunny hybrid. born with those sweet bunny ears and little cottonball tail. your strengths were unmatched—all without a devil fruit either. your family loved you dearly, the town adored your sweet personality and kind heart. what more could you have asked in your life?
but as words traveled… this didn’t go unnoticed by the world government. upon hearing a strong hybrid—scoffing that out of all hybrids—a bunny? how pathetic they thought. what would a weak bunny hybrid do? yet, they arrived to your home. despite defending yourself and your family, your strengths were noticed. so what did the marines do? stripping you away from the place you onced called home—not able to say your last words to your family, watching the marines burn everything in front of your eyes. until it was all faded into broken ashes of memories.
tested in labs, tortured—trying to be built as a weapon. no matter how much you’ve fought back, how much you’ve endured—they’ve only made your life hell. day after day, night after night. the more injuries you’ve recieved, the more you’ve been injected with all sorts of drugs—until they found the right one. the one that would make you completely obedient and submissive into the hands of both the world government and the marines.
you were nothing but a pawn, a toy—just a weapon. and they’ve succeeded.
the collar seeping chemical dosages into your system, making you lose focus of your emotions—your morals, everything. word has spread everywhere—the world government’s new threat.
a bunny that could kill.
many pirates laughed, but the ones who laughed, paid the price. their life.
you were unable to see the sun. you could only dream of freedom. little by little, praying, hoping something or someone could end your misery. whether or not if it was easier to die.
until…
the sun came to you. the dream of freedom became a reality. as if your prayers have been heard from the sun god—your savior—saviors, came.
you were up against luffy. as the collar around your neck triggered the dosages of chemicals into your system, losing your morals, targetting to the strawhat pirates. one attack to the next—you were tiring them all out with your stamina, your eyes were dull and lifeless, but each kick—managed them to stumble back.
“it’s the remote—!”
luffy was two steps ahead—flying himself towards you, slamming you down harshly to the ground, as you desperately tried getting him off. sanji following after luffy, getting a hold of you. the marine officer with the remote for your collar overdosing the chemicals into your body.
“robin—get it away from that officer—!” luffy shouted, sanji grabbing you, holding you tightly to restrain you—he already felt guilty as is for holding you without his permission. as you fought and squirmed, biting down harshly onto his hand, the chemicals seeping into your blood couldn’t hear his small pained wince, but he never let you go.
“hey, it’s okay.. focus on my voice.”
your mind was hazy—but all you could think of besides the chemicals being drugged in your system, was someone’s soft voice, your back against his chest, holding you tightly. your pupils dilating, you could taste the blood from his hands from how hard you bit him—the guilt beginning to register in your head.
guilt..?
you were beginning to focus—you were stronger than the strong dosages of the chemicals now.
“hey! you got this—! we’re here to help you!” luffy shouted, as he stood up, running to ward off the marines away, you tried your best to focus, fighting the control. weakly picking your head up, noticing that the strawhats—fighting the marines, defying all odds, to save you. you’re only a stranger to them—why are they doing this? what did you deserve to be saved by them?
you slowly removed your mouth away from sanji’s hand, the bitter metallic taste in your mouth, your eyes focusing.
“it’s okay. you’re safe with us.”
tilting your head back slightly, seeing sanji’s face—focused on you.
you didn’t even realize tears began burning down your cheeks. the tightness in your throat beginning to contrict, a small hiccup leaving your lips. the tears wouldn’t stop, your frame trembling, wiping your bandaged hands, the scars all over your body, the pain and agony—and yet, you’re being held in a warm embrace. his hands gently wiping your tears, you could only shatter. after enduring for so long—you could finally feel.
the moment you boarded the ship with you in his arms after escaping from the marine base, him carrying you to chopper’s office, before leaving. already in the kitchen, already finding himself busy with ingredients, making a warm soup for you amongst other dishes. the fact you entrusted him with carrying you, holding you even—his heart ached. after chopper finished flushing the toxins and chemicals out of your system before attending to help your wounds, seeing sanji enter in the office with a tray of food, chopper hopping off his chair, leaving to get desserts, and to give some space for you.
watching him placing the tray down on the table, you watched his movements, noticing his features—god he’s good looking and you bit his hand??? he was never going to forgive you for sure there’s just no way—
“i’m sorry for biting your hand.” you mumbled softly. you already tilted your head down in embarassment. “i’m truly, truly sorry—”
as he glanced down, his hand bandaged up earlier since chopper was busy treating you, he only smiled softly, sitting down beside the infirmary bed, holding the bowl of soup in his hand with a spoon.
“no, it’s my fault.” he said, softly blowing on the hot soup, gently spoon feeding you “what matters more is you getting better, mon amour.”
your eyes gently closed, enjoying the breeze of the sea, as your mind thought back from what happened from the past weeks, before hearing the conversations below you—luffy, chopper, and usopp playing together, zoro napping, nami and robin having their tea time together, franky working on his own projects, and brook providing the music.
it wasn’t your home when you first stepped onto the thousand sunny, but now it was.
“there you are ma chère.”
your fluffy bunny ears perking up, opening your eyes and turning your head around seeing him—the one who held you through your worst.
“hi sanji.”
his warm soft smile forming on his lips, sitting beside you, before reaching out to your hand, placing a soft kiss, making your little bunny tail softly wag—curses to his sweet and charming moves.
“i was looking for a certain bunny yknow.” his gently teased, gently keeping your hands in his, the warm touch lingering. “anything you’d like to eat or drink, my lady?”
“sanji, i still feel bad when you ask me for what i want..”
“nonsense mon amour, after all i’m the cook of our crew!”
our.
if you heard that from a month ago—you wouldn’t have believed that you were now a part of a new family. a family who loves you just as much as your family did back from home.
“could i get an iced kenonade?”
“anything the beautiful lady desires.” watching him stand up before pressing a warm kiss onto your forehead before leaving you, on his way to the kitchen.
for some reason, even when getting used to the feeling of being on a ship, being in a crew, getting to know all of them—your heart lingered with sanji. you couldn’t even understand why. you knew nami would tease you. wondering why you would love a lovesick pervert like him—but who wouldn’t?
in your eyes, he’s perfect.
his chivarly, his kindness, his appreciation towards women, his admirations, his ambitons, his dreams.
even when he came from an abused home—he still chose compassion and kindness.
no matter how others see him as a fool in love with women—you knew the truth. not many would understand, but you did. the late nights where you talked with him in the crows nest, telling each other’s stories from the past, and living for present and future, you understood him. you connected with him.
he’ll fall head over heels for almost any pretty woman he sees yes, but his adoration stemming from his childhood trauma, the lack of maternal and familial love. viewing through his eyes—that women as inherently precious and worthy of absolute protection, regardless of whether they are allies or enemies. and because of chef zeff teaching him the gentleman code, his appreciation is both honor and chivalry. even if he’s swoon over women, he still cares for others.
his heart is warm. soft. the kindest out of all.
in your heart, he took a permanent residence.
his hands lingering around you making sure you didn’t trip, making sure you’re satisfied with the meals and all the treats, spoiling you. of course the lingering thought came to mind whether or not he does like you or not.
his hands were slightly trembling in the kitchen, his cheeks flushed from just looking at you—god he would never play favorites at all amongst his crew, but you—you were something else.
the nights where you couldn’t sleep and you trusting him only to hold you before falling asleep together—how could his heart not race???
your kindness, your smile, your courage—everything about you is so endearing to him.
despite it being a month since you’ve boarded the thousand sunny, his flirts died down towards both nami and robin—which made it already seem like sanji was sick according to his own crew members.
but his heart yearned for someone else.
his heart wanted—no needed someone else.
he needed you.
tossing and turning in bed after dinner, everyone was already asleep…
great, another night where you couldn’t sleep. as your feet guided you to the aquarium bar, watching the fishes swimming in the tank, resting your head against the soft cushioned seats, the soft but dark light shining on your face lightly, before hearing footsteps near by, your ears perking up—hearing the familiar voice.
“can’t sleep again, love?”
“yea..” the moment you turned around to look at him, there he was.
he was holding a cake.
a strawberry choco cake.
your favorite.
“sanji…? what.. what’s the cake for?”
“it’s been a month since finding you, mon amour.”
“you made a cake…just for me?”
“of course. i couldn’t ever forget the day we found you.” the lighter and the cake being gently placed by the table, watching him opening his arms for you to come. “one month anniversary since you joined us, a month already passing of us sharing our stories and past, a month of being a part of this crew.”
you could feel your bottom lip quivering already, leaving your spot and running into his arms, his hand gently cupping the back of your head, stroking your hair softly, his fingers gently brushing against your floppy ears.
“sorry for touching them.”
“no—it’s okay.”
“are you sure?”
“positive. i trust you sanji”
god just strike lightening on this poor man now, his heart was beating out of his chest as is.
his hands carefully touching your ears, watching your cottontail wag, his cheeks turning red—
“you’re adorable.” he blurted out—he couldn’t even take his words back now oh god what if you thought of him as a weirdo now—
“thank you, sanji.” looking up at him to see his face, noticing his cheeks turning more pink, you could only smile softly.
both of you stood there, drowning into each others eyes, hearts intertwining, the forgotten cake beside you both on the table, gently standing on the tip of your toes as his head leaned down to match your height.
“may i..?”
instead of responding to his permission, gently tugging him by his shirt, pulling him down to a kiss. the kiss was soft and sweet, his hands not touching you before it found its place onto your waist, bringing you closer. melting into the kiss, your cheeks turning pink and your heart racing—there was no way he’s actually kissing you back.
your bunny tail wagging even more, brushing against his fingers and his heart about to explode, pulling away from the kiss first, watching his reaction.
“you’ve completely and utterly ruined me, ma chère.” him covering his face slightly to hide his blush away from your gaze before getting a piece of cake for you, holding the fork and his hand underneath to prevent from spilling.
“say ah..”
obeying almost immediately, opening your mouth as he fed you the sweet cake, the flavors of strawberry and choco melting in your mouth, you could only hum in satisfaction.
“perfect as always, sanji. thank you.”
as he noticed a bit of cream at the corner of your lip, leaning his head down again, licking the small bit away before giving a quick peck onto your lips. “anything for you, my bunny.”
When they're jealous but only behind your back. || Feat. Nami, Sanji, Penguin, Caesar Clown. [Headcanons]
Tags: jealousy, possessivness, established relationship
Wordcount: 2.7k
A/N: hellooo, this one's based on this request!! if you're wondering why this seems like such a random collection of characters, my lovely beta @uroldall requested penguin and caesar, and of course i had to write them!! so if you like them y'all gotta thank her haha (also i promise chasing ms. trouble will be the next update, these have just been sitting in my drafts) and like with my other hcs, feel free to request more characters in a batch of four, tho writing hcs is not a priority for now so please expect to wait! as always, pls like, reblog and comment! divider credits go to @cursed-carmine <33
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Nami
To you, Nami was the most chill, supportive, and loving girlfriend ever. She was the wind beneath your wings, always encouraging you and offering a soft place to land after a long day. She never nagged you about who to talk to or where you should go, maintaining a trustworthy aura that made you feel completely secure and cherished. But for everyone else, the truth was far more terrifying. Nami's legendary greed didn't just apply to gold and berries; it extended with a fierce intensity to your affection and time. You were, in her mind, the most precious treasure she had ever acquired, and she guarded that treasure with a vigilance that bordered on the predatory.
Her jealousy was mostly silent and calculated. She didn't believe in making a scene in front of you because that would disrupt the peaceful and loving dynamic she had carefully cultivated. Instead, she preferred to play the long game. If you were at a bustling bar in a new port city and a stranger began to blatantly flirt with you - leaning in too close, touching your arm, or casting suggestive glances - Nami would simply smile and sip her drink, acting as if she's completely oblivious to the transgression. She would even encourage you to be polite, her voice honey-sweet and playfully relaxed, making you believe she was the most secure partner in the world.
The moment you excused yourself, perhaps to get another round of drinks or to use the restroom, her mask completely shattered. The second you were out of sight, the warmth in her eyes vanished, replaced by a gaze so icy it could freeze the surrounding ocean. She would lean toward the stranger, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous hiss that carried the weight of a thousand storms, and then she would verbally dismantle them. She'd point out every flaw in their approach, threaten their wallet, or imply that they would find themselves mysteriously bankrupt by morning if they so much as breathed in your direction again. She tore into them with the kind of surgical precision that left the stranger shaking and utterly bewildered.
The moment she caught a glimpse of you returning however, that sharp, predatory edge vanished and the transition back to her "loving girlfriend" persona was instantaneous. She would beam at you, perhaps leaning in to give you a sweet, lingering kiss on the cheek, and her beautiful eyes would sparkle with fake innocence. To you, it looked like a spontaneous burst of affection; to the traumatized stranger sitting next to her, it was a triumphant marking of her territory. Nami loved the secret power of it, knowing she had successfully defended her claim while you remained blissfully unaware of the carnage she left in her wake.
This possessiveness often further manifested in small, subconscious physical habits when you two were in crowds. While she seemed relaxed outwardly, her hands were always finding a way to tether you to her. She'd slide her arm through yours or wrap her arms firmly around your waist, thus pulling you flush against her side. To you, it felt like she just wanted you close. In reality, she was sending a clear, non-verbal signal to every single person in the vicinity: This one is mine, and I am not in the mood for negotiations.
Even with the crew, Nami's jealousy sometimes prevailed, though more quietly and not as intensely. If she noticed another crew member taking up too much of your attention - perhaps Luffy dragging you off to god knows where or Sanji spending too long showering you with gifts - she wouldn't snap at you or anything like that. No, she would instead find a way to simply… "redirect" them. She might suddenly remember an urgent chore Luffy needed to do or a kitchen emergency that required Sanji's immediate attention. She cleared the field with a smile and a polite request, therefore ensuring that the path back to her was the only one left open for you. Of course, she didn't want you to feel restricted. She just wanted to be the center of your universe, and she was more than happy to manipulate the environment to ensure it stayed that way.
Sanji
Sanji was a man who loved you with a crushing, all-consuming reality, and because of that, his jealousy always hit him like a physical blow to the gut. However, his chivalry was his strongest armor. He viewed the idea of imposing his insecurities on you as an act of cruelty. To Sanji, you were a divine being, and the last thing he wanted was to stain your perception of him by appearing petty, possessive, or unstable in any way. He would rather burn in the fires of his own jealousy than make you feel burdened by his emotions.
When the jealousy struck, it was an internal war raging inside of him. Imagine a classic Straw Hat banquet inside a tavern or bar with music blaring, food piling high, and the atmosphere filled with laughter and dumb jokes. If someone from a neighboring crew or a local dignitary began to pay you an undue amount of attention, Sanji's world would basically collapse. He could feel the heat rising in his chest, a searing jealousy that made him want to kick the offender through the wall. His eyes would shadow, his cigarette almost falling out as he gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to swoop in and whisk you away.
But the moment you looked at him, the mask was back. He would beam at you with a look of pure adoration with his usual smooth and melodic voice. He'd glide over to you, not to interrupt the conversation, but to present you with a perfectly crafted appetizer or a drink tailored exactly to your taste. He used his service in a way that ensured he didn't have to fight for your attention with attention words or aggression, but with an overwhelming display of care. Sanji wanted the other person to realize, without him ever having to say a word, that no one in this world could possibly care for you with the passion that he did.
The real struggle always happened behind the scenes though. After the event, while you were visiting stalls in the vibrant market of the island, Sanji would maintain his composure, but the signs were there if you knew where to look. He'd be slightly more clingy than usual, his hand resting heavily on the small of your back, steering you with a gentle but firm authority. He wouldn't complain, but he might let out a heavy, dramatic sigh when he thought you weren't listening, or he might suddenly become intensely focused on the quality of a piece of produce, using the distraction to hide the way his lip quivered with repressed envy.
He often took his frustration out on the only person he could tolerate being miserable with: Zoro. After a day of suppressing his jealousy, he'd return to the galley and cook with a ferocity that was almost frightening. He would chop vegetables with lightning speed, his knife coming down on the board like a drumbeat of rage. If Zoro made a comment about his mood, Sanji would explode in a flurry of never-ending insults and kicks. In a way, their usual rivalry would work as a proxy of the jealousy he refused to show you. He screamed and sulked in the safety of the kitchen, purging the poison from his system so that when he stepped back into your presence, he could be the perfect, serene gentleman once again.
In the quiet moments, his jealousy manifested as a desperate need for reassurance, though he'd never ask for it directly. He would spend hours perfecting a dessert just for you, watching your expression with a hunger that was almost painful. When you told him it was the best thing you've ever tasted, or when you leaned your head against his shoulder after, the tension in his shoulder finally snapped. He didn't need you to know he was jealous, he just needed you to feel, in the silence of your touch, that he was still your favorite person. He would hold you a little tighter, bury his face in your hair, and let out a shaky breath, content to suffer in silence as long as you were happy.
Penguin
Penguin was not a man of grand gestures or loud declarations. His love was a steady pulse, much like the humming of the engines of the Polar Tang. Because he served as one of Law's most trusted officers, he had developed a disciplined mind and a keen eye for detail. He didn't miss the subtle shifts in a room, like the way a stranger's gaze lingered a second too long on you, or the specific, predatory tilt of someone's head when they tried to charm you. His jealousy wasn't a sudden explosion of rage but a slow, cold realization that settled in his chest, a quiet alarm that told him his most precious person was being targeted.
While Shachi might react with loud indignation or dramatic jealousy, when Penguin was jealous, he remained the picture of level-headed composure he always was. If someone was flirting with you in his presence, he wouldn't interrupt with a scene or a shout. Instead, he became a silent, immovable shadow. He would slide into your personal space with a seamless grace, placing himself just slightly between you and the other person. He didn't need to say anything aggressive, he simply chose to exist as a physical barrier, his expression neutral and eyes observant, making it clear that while he was being polite, he was also calculating exactly how much of a threat the other person actually posed.
He was a master of the art of "logical intervention." Penguin didn't fight for your attention with flashiness or passion, no, he made sure to secure it through necessity. If he felt a conversation was leaning too far into flirtation, he would suddenly "remember" a task that required your immediate attention. "The Captain is asking for the inventory reports as fast as possible" or "We need to double-check the navigation charts before we dive." He delivered these lines with a flat and deadpan tone that made the interruption seem purely professional. To you, he was just being his usual, reliable self; to the other person, it was an almost surgical removal from your orbit, executed in a way that left no room for argument.
Beneath the calm exterior, Penguin did actually struggle with a quiet, nagging insecurity. In a world filled with flamboyant pirates, monstrous powers, and larger-than-life personalities, he knew he was rather plain. He was the reliable officer, the one who got the job done on the Polar Tang without fanfare. This made his jealousy an almost desperate force, because he always worried that the stability he offered might be boring compared to the chaos of the Grand Line. This lead him to express his possessiveness through an overwhelming level of care. He would anticipate your needs before you even voiced them, immediately having your favorite drink ready, ensuring your coat was warm, or handling a tedious chore Law gave you so that you can rest. By doing that he was hoping that by becoming the one thing you cannot live without, he rendered all other suitors irrelevant.
After a day of playing the stoic professional who took care of you and was cracking a few jokes here and there all while simmering inside, he would retreat to the crew's quarters and engage in a bout of sarcastic banter with Shachi. He might complain to his friend about the lack of manners of the New World or make dry remarks about the idiocy of the people they had encountered. Shachi knew exactly what this meant, and the two of them would spend an hour teasing each other. This was the usual process, using their banter as a pressure valve to release the jealousy Penguin refused to show you. He used humor as a shield, masking his vulnerability with a layer of practiced wit.
Only in the absolute privacy of your shared space would the mask finally slip. The tension left his shoulders in an exhausted slump, and he became unexpectedly needy. He wouldn't admit he was jealous - he found the admission too vulnerable - but he would wrap himself around you in a crushing embrace. He'd bury his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent as if it was the only thing that can quiet the noise in his head. He didn't need words of reassurance. The physical proof that you were still there, still his, and still choosing the steady love of a man who would move the ocean if he could just to keep you safe was more than enough for him.
Caesar Clown
For Caesar, jealousy was not an emotion more than it was a personal affront to his ego. He viewed himself as the pinnacle of human intelligence and power, and by extension, he viewed you as the most prized acquisition in his collection. To Caesar, you were a masterpiece, the kind of treasure that reflected his own greatness. Therefore, when someone flirted with you, he didn't just feel jealousy; he felt a sense of theft. He didn't understand why someone would think they were entitled to touch, speak or even look at something that belonged to him.
However, Caesar had a very specific image of himself: the Great Genius, the untouchable leader, meaning that he believed screaming in a jealous fit to be beneath a man of his stature. He didn't want to look like a common thug who was insecure about his partner, so he maintained a facade of arrogant boredom. If someone was hitting on you in his presence, he'd simply laugh - his usual loud, obnoxious shishishi - and make a condescending comment about the other person's lack of intellect or status. He would treat the rival like an insignificant insect, dismissing them with a wave of his hand while keeping an arm draped possessively over your shoulders.
The real retribution happened the moment you were out of the room. Caesar didn't do "subtle." The second you left to attend a task, he would corner the offender. Instead of using words alone, he might let a small, concentrated cloud of poisonous gas swirl around the person's feet, just enough to make them cough and panic, or he'd loom over them, his voice booming with a theatrical and menacing intensity. He would lecture them on the sheer audacity of their actions, reminding them exactly who he was and what he was capable of. He wanted them to be terrified of the very idea of looking at you.
His jealousy was deeply tied to his need for dominance. He loved the contrast between the way he treated you and the way he treated everyone else. He would brag about you to others, not out of sweetness, but as a way of showing off. "Look at her! Only a genius like me could have captured such a specimen!" By framing your relationship as a trophy of his success, he warned others that attempting to steal you was essentially trying to rob a god.
Despite his arrogance, Caesar had a hidden, neurotic streak. He was terrified of the idea of being replaced by someone better or smarter, which lead to a habit of constant and subtle testing. He might ask you your opinion on a complex chemical formula just to see if you were still paying attention to him, or he'd demand demand your undivided attention during a rant about his latest invention. He used his brilliance as a lure, trying to ensure you were so dazzled by his mind that no one else could ever possibly compare.
After a bout of secret jealousy, Caesar became unexpectedly clingy, though he'd frame it as the act of "granting you the honor" of his proximity. He'd pull you into his lap while he was reviewing blueprints, his large hand gripping your waist with a possessive pressure. He wouldn't apologize for his behavior or admit he was worried; instead, he'd shower you with expensive gifts like jewelry or rare artifact as if he was paying a premium to ensure your loyalty. He would press a loud, messy kiss to your forehead, his laughter echoing through the lab, completely satisfied that the world knew you belonged to the greatest scientist in history.
Law's obsession
Remake of this comic lolz
he's such a nerd <4
Uhhhhh something
mmm... tiddies... (* ´ ▽ ` *)
Sanji my beloved 💕
obnoxious problematic customer at the Baratie yelling "DISGUSTING!! DID A CHILD MAKE THIS??" just for Zeff to glare at him and say "Yes." with Sanji teary eyed behind him
remembered this fem!sanji drawing and i think you can have it again
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