Okay so I saw the poll results and I’m not gonna lie I don’t have inspo for a fluff part 2 of the only boy I’d anything BUT I’m thinking about it. In the meantime, I was wondering if people were intersted in fic for other people than Sanji?
Im currently back into my Grayson Hawthorne and the Inheritance Games phase, and for ex I was wondering if people would be interested ? I’ll admit that I’m a big sucker for angst and so it’s the thing that comes to me the most easily. But if anyone has plot ideas, suggestions, requests (that I might not complete depending on how I feel about it) feel free to send asks! I don’t have specific guidelines and am up to write pretty much anything sfw! As for the fandoms or characters, I’m up for anything !
The only boy I’d anything - a sanji x male!reader drabble
Tw! internalised homophobia, and just straight up homophobia, very much stereotypical gender roles, implied patriarchal beliefs? mild spoilers for Sanji’s backstory but it’s more my take on it than the fully canonical lore, one crude word (eye-fucking) One last thing, it is not proof-read and English is not my first language so bare with me and please tell me if there are any things I should take into consideration for next time.
You were seated at the bar of a random island, chatting with Robin, and stirring mindlessly your drink.
And Sanji hadn’t stopped staring at you since the crew arrived here. But it was simply because you were next to Robin. His eyes wandered to you from time to time, but the person he was actively admiring was Robin, of course. Why would him, a ladies’s man, stare so intensely at a man? A disgusting, disgustingly handsome man.
As the thought crossed his mind, Sanji shook his head. He couldn’t be possibly thinking of this. You were not handsome, not attractive, and even less blessed with very kissable lips. « You know, everyone in the room has noticed how you were eye-fucking him. » He almost jumped off his seat. He hadn’t heard Nami coming. « I am not. That’s disgusting. I am not a faggot. » He spat. And before Nami had time to retort, he left and sat on a bench outside.
Sanji lit up a cigarette, and looked up at the stars, as he took puffs from it. They reminded him of his mom. Beautiful and comforting, yet, long gone. His mock of a conversation with Nami came back to him, and it somewhat brought back memories of what his mother would say. Despite the constat assault he endured because of it, his mom would always tell him that his heart, and his love were the most precious thing. She used to say that whomever he fancied would be by far the luckiest person.
Sanji smiled bitterly. Those words couldn’t feel further from the truth now. Behind his flirty demeanour was a man disgusted of himself, and of his love. Sanji’s father had failed on many levels, but one thing he thought him successfully was that men should only be attracted to women, and if Sanji failed even for that, then his mother really had really been good at nothing when giving birth to him.
So, Sanji would like girls. It was easy. He could flirt a bit, act kindly, and not get emotionally involved. It had always worked. It was foolproof.
Until you came. And Sanji fell. Hard. And he had never hated himself more than then. He wasn’t a faggot, like his father called them. His feelings were clearly mixed up, and it would go back to normal soon. No?
It didn’t. The only thing that changed, is the layer that hid his feelings. Instead of simply considering you as friend, or a crew mate, Sanji learned to despise you. It wasn’t a rivalry like with Zoro. It wasn’t even mutual, or founded. Your only crime was to have proven to Sanji that he could love.
If only you had at least pretended to be a woman, for one night. Maybe then he could’ve told himself that his feelings for you were actually just that he had found you attractive in drag, just like he pretends to find attractive every woman.
But no.
You were a man, nothing could change that.
And Sanji, he didn’t like men.
He couldn’t like men.
I hope it somewhat made sense and you liked it.. I am not a man but I’m a girl almost only attracted to girls so I’ve had my fair share of internalised homophobia. However, it is experienced differently for everyone. I tried to convey the sort of dilemmas I found myself in while trying to accept myself. It is also very much inspired by Andrew in drag.
The only boy I’d anything - a sanji x male!reader drabble
Tw! internalised homophobia, and just straight up homophobia, very much stereotypical gender roles, implied patriarchal beliefs? mild spoilers for Sanji’s backstory but it’s more my take on it than the fully canonical lore, one crude word (eye-fucking) One last thing, it is not proof-read and English is not my first language so bare with me and please tell me if there are any things I should take into consideration for next time.
You were seated at the bar of a random island, chatting with Robin, and stirring mindlessly your drink.
And Sanji hadn’t stopped staring at you since the crew arrived here. But it was simply because you were next to Robin. His eyes wandered to you from time to time, but the person he was actively admiring was Robin, of course. Why would him, a ladies’s man, stare so intensely at a man? A disgusting, disgustingly handsome man.
As the thought crossed his mind, Sanji shook his head. He couldn’t be possibly thinking of this. You were not handsome, not attractive, and even less blessed with very kissable lips. « You know, everyone in the room has noticed how you were eye-fucking him. » He almost jumped off his seat. He hadn’t heard Nami coming. « I am not. That’s disgusting. I am not a faggot. » He spat. And before Nami had time to retort, he left and sat on a bench outside.
Sanji lit up a cigarette, and looked up at the stars, as he took puffs from it. They reminded him of his mom. Beautiful and comforting, yet, long gone. His mock of a conversation with Nami came back to him, and it somewhat brought back memories of what his mother would say. Despite the constat assault he endured because of it, his mom would always tell him that his heart, and his love were the most precious thing. She used to say that whomever he fancied would be by far the luckiest person.
Sanji smiled bitterly. Those words couldn’t feel further from the truth now. Behind his flirty demeanour was a man disgusted of himself, and of his love. Sanji’s father had failed on many levels, but one thing he thought him successfully was that men should only be attracted to women, and if Sanji failed even for that, then his mother really had really been good at nothing when giving birth to him.
So, Sanji would like girls. It was easy. He could flirt a bit, act kindly, and not get emotionally involved. It had always worked. It was foolproof.
Until you came. And Sanji fell. Hard. And he had never hated himself more than then. He wasn’t a faggot, like his father called them. His feelings were clearly mixed up, and it would go back to normal soon. No?
It didn’t. The only thing that changed, is the layer that hid his feelings. Instead of simply considering you as friend, or a crew mate, Sanji learned to despise you. It wasn’t a rivalry like with Zoro. It wasn’t even mutual, or founded. Your only crime was to have proven to Sanji that he could love.
If only you had at least pretended to be a woman, for one night. Maybe then he could’ve told himself that his feelings for you were actually just that he had found you attractive in drag, just like he pretends to find attractive every woman.
But no.
You were a man, nothing could change that.
And Sanji, he didn’t like men.
He couldn’t like men.
I hope it somewhat made sense and you liked it.. I am not a man but I’m a girl almost only attracted to girls so I’ve had my fair share of internalised homophobia. However, it is experienced differently for everyone. I tried to convey the sort of dilemmas I found myself in while trying to accept myself. It is also very much inspired by Andrew in drag.
Highkey was not excepting to receive that overwhelming amount of support for my silly little drabble that was very much self indulgent but thank you to everyone 🩷 I hadn’t written fan fiction for four years but it’s really a reminder of how much I love it and how the community can be so nice and supportive
This is my first drabble/small fic in literal years so please be kind. Also my inbox is open so if people want to chat or just anything feel free to ! Sanji means so much to me, my love for this man can not be topped so I think my works are mainly gonna be Sanji-centric.
The first time you see Sanji is also the moment you first believe in love at first sight. The way the sunlight reflects on his blonde hair makes him look like an angel, and only his sweet compliments make your heart melt more than his soft smile.
You spend a few weeks denying your feelings. As if addressing them will only make you fall deeper. Sanji is known to be a flirt, so maybe the way his eyes light up at your sight, and the way he pays attention to your every word, are not a special treatment but just is regular attitude.
Only, after three weeks of torturing your poor heart, you decide you’ve had enough. A broken heart can be patched up more quickly than a restless mind.
So you come to him, one night, when he’s busy with the dishes. And you ask him. If his kind words mean something more. If the treats he makes for you are out of pure kindness. If your feelings are shared.
And he freezes, stops midway, a soapy plate in his hand. He turns around slowly, and blinks, as if making sure that you are really here. He puts down the plate, wipes off his wet hands on his apron, before taking your hands in his. You don’t understand exactly what he says, but it seems to be something along the lines of “oh my dear love, I love you so much, I couldn’t love someone more than you, you are so beautiful how could I not love you” and other incoherent rambles. What you do understand is, though, is that Sanji’s sweet attentions were not just his regular chivalry, and that brings a smile to your lips.
okay so hum I tried something but it’s been a while since I last wrote something . ik this is ass but rn I’m just trying to write, I’ll focus on the style later.
