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❛ ABOUT ME ༉‧₊˚✧
wanted to get back into fanfic writing after years… currently writing for one piece but hopefully more fandoms soon!
my fav characters are luffy, sanji, usopp but i love ALL the strawhats with my whole heart <3
other anime i like: attack on titan, haikyuu, my hero academia, naruto, demon slayer vinland saga, jjk, the apothecary diaries, chainsaw man + others
if you wanna be mutuals/friends or send an ask, don't be shy! i love talking to people <3 i'm pretty easy to get along with and love making new friends. i usually try to get back as soon as i can!
❛ ABOUT MY FICS ༉‧₊˚✧
most of my works can be interpreted as gender neutral (unless stated otherwise). i try to keep this blog fully sfw, if there is anything suggestive (e.g a suggestive joke/flirting) then i will add a warning
characters i will write for if requested: luffy, zoro, nami, usopp, sanji, robin, ace, sabo and law
requests: open!
warning: i can't guarantee that i will 100% finish a request or give a specific deadline. i just do whichever i feel like writing. please understand!
topics i won't write: anything nsfw/explicit, abuse, dark themes, mental health issues (since it's a more sensitive topic i'm hesitant to attempt it since i don't want to make any mistakes)
also i just want to clarify that i have no issue with nsfw fics! i just don't think i could write one LOL
❛ DNI ༉‧₊˚✧
just the basic DNI stuff to be honest - i'm also pro 🍉, so if you have an issue with that then DNI
request by @i0fty : Hello! Could I please request a fic where the reader (fem) who tries to cook something for Sanji but burns herself, but then hides it because she's embarrassed?
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you were standing in the galley, staring at the absolute disaster on the stove.
the pan was smoking, the edges of the food were completely black, and your hand was stinging so bad. you had tried to make a simple dish to surprise sanji, but everything went wrong. when you tried to move the hot pan, your fingers brushed the burning metal.
"ow..." you hissed, holding your wrist. your knuckles were already turning a nasty, angry red.
you felt so incredibly embarrassed. sanji always made cooking look so easy and graceful, and here you were, making a mess and hurting yourself. you quickly turned off the stove, opened a window to let the smoke out, and hid your burned hand behind your back when you heard footsteps down the hall.
the door swung open and sanji walked in. his eyes instantly went from calm to completely frantic the second he smelled the smoke and saw the charred pan.
"y/n-chan! what happened in here? are you alright?" he rushed over to you, his eyes scanning you for any injuries.
"i'm fine! totally fine, sanji. just tried to cook a little snack and got carried away," you said, forcing a smile. you kept your injured hand tucked tightly behind your back.
sanji narrowed his visible eye, his eyebrows knitting together. he didn't look convinced at all. "your snack burned, but what about you? let me see your hands."
"no, really, it's nothing—"
"please," he said, his voice dropping into that gentle, sincere tone he only used with you.
sighing, you slowly brought your hand forward. the burn looked even worse now, blisters already trying to form across your knuckles.
sanji froze. his face went completely pale, as if he was the one who had just been burned. he stared at your hand with an expression of pure horror and despair.
"no... no, no, no! how could i let this happen?!" sanji suddenly cried out, dropping to his knees dramatically and clutching his head. "this is all my fault! i am the scum of the earth! a failure of a cook, a failure of a man! to allow such beautiful, delicate hands to be harmed under my watch!"
"sanji, you weren't even in the room!" you said quickly, your face turning red from how dramatic he was being. "i did it to myself!"
"it doesn't matter!" he insisted, standing up with tears of dramatic guilt in his eyes. "i should have sensed your desire to cook! i should have been here to guide your lovely hands and protect them from the cruel flames! to think you suffered while i was doing nothing... i am truly unforgivable!"
before you could protest any further, sanji gently scooped you up in his arms, being incredibly careful not to touch your bad hand.
"we are going to chopper right this instant! hang on, my love!" he yelled, kicking the galley door open and sprinting across the sunny’s deck.
"sanji, put me down, i can walk!" you yelled, hiding your face in his shoulder because luffy and usopp were staring at you guys.
"absolutely not! you are injured!" sanji declared.
he burst into the clinic, startling chopper who was organizing some bandages. "chopper! emergency! save her!" sanji pleaded.
"wah! what happened?! who's dying?!" chopper panicked, running around in circles before realizing it was just a burn on your hand.
once chopper calmed down, he carefully applied a soothing ointment to your knuckles and wrapped them in a neat white bandage. through the entire process, sanji stayed right by your side. he took your uninjured hand in both of his, holding it so gently, as if you were made of glass.
"i am so, so sorry," sanji murmured, his voice soft and full of genuine emotion. he lifted your bandaged hand and placed a tender, lingering kiss right on top of the fabric covering your knuckles. "you have no idea how much it pains my heart to see you hurt. but... did you really try to cook something for me?"
you looked down, feeling shy. "yeah. i wanted to do something nice for you since you always cook for everyone else. but i ruined it."
sanji's eye widened, and a soft, incredibly warm smile spread across his face. "you wanted to cook for me? that is the most beautiful, wonderful gesture. I deeply appreciate it, truly. the thought alone makes me the happiest man alive." then his expression turned serious again as he looked at the bandage. "but your poor hand is absolutely not okay. you must never risk injuring yourself like this again. leave the fire and the kitchen to me." he stood up, gently helping you off the cot. "come back to the galley. you need to rest, and i am going to make you the most delicious, comforting meal to make up for this tragedy."
you smiled, the embarrassment finally fading away. "okay. thank you, sanji."
back in the kitchen, sanji set you down in a chair with a soft cushion. he went to work immediately, moving around the kitchen like a whirlwind, slicing ingredients with perfect precision. within minutes, he placed a perfect, steaming bowl of soup and a plate of sweet desserts in front of you.
"eat up, my darling," sanji said softly, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your cheek. "let your chef take care of you from now on."
@luvqi and I were talking about how hot today was and the question was asked if we could realistically live at that hot ass palace.
"you want me to make what?" sokka looks confusedly at the crude drawings zuko had scribbled on a piece of scrap scroll.
"an air cooling system, i need something to keep my wife cool, it's nearing summer and the heat is getting to her."
sokka nods solemnly. "headaches?"
zuko frowns as he nods. before he left, you'd been complaining of headaches that spanned to the nape of your neck as the heat prickled your skin uncomfortably.
"suki has them too." his eyes roam the drawings, already drawing up plans in his head. "i got ya buddy, i'll get something ready for the missus, gotta make sure sokka jr is okay."
"we are not naming our son sokka jr." zuko scoffs, but his eyes soften in gratitude.
"but it's catchy right?"
"imagine having to say to her, 'honey, sokka needs a nappy change'." the fire lord shudders, making sokka cackle.
a/n: please also have this. take it. it's yours. seriously, just take it already. don't keep our cook waiting. let him keep you busy well i continue writing the requests.
♡ he loves, loves cooking for you! acts of service is his main love language and so giving you your favourite meal, especially after he notices you've been having a hard day, is his favourite thing
♡ before he asked you out, everyone (accept luffy, of course) could see how differently he acted towards you, than with Nami and Robin, he spoke your name with a reverence that was on border of being worshipful. He never flirted in that big overdramatic way of his, he only ever showed his love in the small things, the little details.
♡ in the way he held your gaze far longer than what was necessary
♡ in the way he'd give you those soft smiles, his eyes giving away all the yearning he held for you in his heart
♡ in the way he'd hold you after long and tiring days, listening as you silently sobbed through whatever pain you were going through
♡ in the way he'd brush his hand against yours far too long for it to have been an accident
♡ always gives you the biggest (and best) portions of whatever he's made
♡ if you ever wake up hungry he's always willing to sneak off with you to make whatever midnight snack your heart desires
♡ almost never leaves your side, obviously he gives you your space, but if he had to choose who to be with, no questions asked, it would be with you
♡ whenever he can't seem to find you on the main deck, the first place he goes to is the library, where he find you and Robin sitting together reading your books in silence
♡ knowing you don't like being disrupted well deep in a book he merely sits beside you gently resting his head against your shoulder
♡ bonus if you give him head scratches! to which he always finds himself leaning into your touck
♡ loves whenever you ask for him to teach you how to cook a dish! he gets so ridiculously giddy, and immediately begins preparing all the cooking utensils and gets you a matching apron (he bought it at the last town in preparation for this day), pink laced and frilly with the words "Kiss the chef" in bold black letters (yes, he did that on purpose)
♡ loves it when you play with is hair, just feeling your fingers brush against his golden locks is truly a gift from heaven
♡ always leaves little encouraging notes in your lunchbox
♡ whenever you lay your head against his chest he swears his is working double time to keep up with the heavenly sensation of you being so close
♡ on that note he also loves it when your head is resting on his lap, your hair spilling across his thighs as he runs his fingers through your hair
♡ Sanji is still as in love with you as the day you first met, his love for you deepens with every new day, and prays that things will stay this way for the rest of eternity
i just had to make a post about my fave fanfic authors i literally binge all their stuff like it’s a full-time job!
here are my fave smau authors, all of their work is so fluffy and cute!
- @poptherox
- @sweetsugarine
- @obsesssedblerd (link) (i’m not sure why it would not let me mention this author so i put the link to their profile and masterlist)
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now here are my fave fanfic authors, can’t get enough of their writing. i highly recommend all these authors i tagged below!
- @hummingbird24220
omg i’m pretty sure this was the first author i stumbled upon on tumblr, they write sanji SO well, like honestly their characterization is chef’s kiss. give them a follow, you won’t regret it!!
- @fushihearts
ugh my girl the most wholesome, sweetest content ever. i genuinely get so hyped for her fics!! her jjk stuff is adorable, her girl dad content? literally my personal fave. hype her up, she deserves it!
- @gumsbear
another of my moots with amazing jjk content i personally loved her yuji fics so much. go give her love, she’s so talented!!
- @cozage
has the BEST one piece headcanons, especially for the monster trio you’ll fall in love with her ideas, seriously follow her!!
- @saetoru
the blog isn’t active anymore but honestly, her girl dad geto fics are unforgettable the ones i read? pure gold. don’t sleep on her legacy, she deserves all the hype!!
- @tender-rosiey
another inactive but legendary account her gojo and sukuna writing is insane, and the girl dad gojo content? literally melts my heart every time. give her all the love!!
- @mokkiaun
cute fluff account alert! all kinds of fandom content that’s super adorable. go show her love!!
- @satorus-princess
amazing jjk content, especially her gojo and geto fics she’s such a gem, give her a follow!!
- @sanjiobsessed
sanji is written SO well by my moot here, you’ll fall in love with their writing, promise!!
- @one-pieces-things
absolute one piece queen her sanji content is top tier, you have to check it out and give her love!!
- @jjuleslovely
another moots who writes sanji SO well literally every fic is adorable, you’ll fall in love with her writing!! give her some love
- @inseobts
THE goat for one piece content literally my fave sanji fics ever are hers. hype her up, she deserves it all!!
- @luffydotcom
another moots with amazing one piece content you’ll love her stuff, seriously give her a follow!!
- @showhay
absolute goat for haikyuu fics my favorite writer for haikyuu!! love how she writes oikawa, like literally perfection go give her all the love, she deserves it!!
- @chibinasuu
one more moot who writes sanji so well and has super cute one piece content don’t sleep on her, go show her some love!!
- @kyojurokoibito
has absolutely amazing renkguo fics, the characterization is top tier, seriously so good!!
- @kingkaisen
has absolutely amazing jjk fics in general but oh my god she writes geto SO well!! two of my absolute favorites are “one please” and “little family”, they’re my top geto fics i’ve ever read!
- @sugurugetofavoritemonkey
another absolute geto writer banger, also has a lot of great geto fics!! great characterisation!!! 
you and ace are having a silly little argument in your shared bedroom, something about him eating the last of the pudding that you'd been saving for tonight. and of course, he'd just shrugged it off with that sly little smirk of his, planting a soft kiss to your forehead — without even apologising.
and so here you are, eating his head off about the stolen dessert.
"you know i love that pudding and you know how difficult it is to get that around here!," you complain, crossing your arms over your chest and glaring at him from across the room.
"baby, i know," he huffs. "it's an honest mistake. what do you want me to do?"
"well you can at least offer to go and buy more for me!"
he lets out a little whine, treading towards you with careful steps because he can feel your stare searing into him, "that'd take me so much time! like. . . hours! isn't there anything else i can do for you?"
"hmph so you clearly don't love me," you scoff, a pout forming on your lips.
"don't say that now!," he whines again, shooting you the saddest puppy dog eyes. "i love you so much!"
"not enough to go get me my favourite dessert."
"doll. . . i'm just feeling a little tired now and it's getting late so —"
ace stops himself, face flushing a bright pink, the colour reaching to the tips of his ears all the way down his neck. you even swear you see a little bit of steam emitting off the top of his head. he's just staring at you, completely enamoured with little heart eyes shooting out of his eyes.
all because you'd lifted up your top.
"is this your way of getting me to do what you want?," he pouts, burying his face in between your breasts and gently fondling the supple skin. "because it's working."
"yay!," you squeak, ruffling his hair and tugging his head back so you could look at him. his eyes are soft and needy, lips curled into that giddy smile of his.
"you're an evil woman," he says, nipping your flesh and practically using your breasts as pillows now. "using your tactics to use me."
"you said it's working so get to it," you say in a stern voice, trying your best to stifle your giggling from seeing just how smitten your boyfriend is with you (well. . . mostly your bitties right now). "chop chop. i'm not waiting forever."
"gimme a moment," he mumbles, cheeks tinted an even deeper shade. "ace junior's getting too excited and he needs to calm down."
". . .please don't call your dick that ever again, ace."
❤︎ 𓏲 sanji worries about you & your sudden 'odd' behaviour
（contents）♪ f reader、slight hurt w/ comfort、reader is chubby/fat、talks of body issues & not eating . . 𓊆ྀི wc: 1.4k 𓊇ྀི
𝓝ot𝑒 ⊹ this is kinda self indulgent sigh . . && important! i wrote smth like this on an old account with a rather similar premise but it's quite different so this is basically a re-write of that :3
being the cook of the strawhats is a job that sanji takes extremely seriously, everyone aboard knows that. he always wants the entire crew to be well-fed and to wholly enjoy the delicious meals he prepares everyday without fail — and everybody does, never leaving even the tiniest morsel of food on the table, with luffy licking the bottom of the plates until they look like they've just been washed.
every one of the members ravishes their food.
so why don't you?
it wasn't that you never did — when you'd first joined the crew, it was you who showed the greatest appreciation for his food（though second to the captain, important to note）, and you would always ask for seconds, sometimes even thirds! sanji would swell up with joy and pride as he served you, the biggest grin plastered across his face as he'd watch you, completely enamoured at the way you savoured his cooking and how sweet you looked as you finished off your plate.
oh, the sheer delight that would fill up his heart was something indescribable. seeing you relish his food so openly was one of the many reasons he'd fallen head over heels for you, making it his life mission to only cook and serve the best meals for you. he would die before giving you anything that was less than exemplary!
but as of late, he began to notice something . . . strange with you. how now you'd pick at your food like you were bored; how you'd eat maybe just a handful of bites before claiming that you were full; how you'd offer your food to the other members to finish off. none of them seemed to bat an eyelash at your behaviour — but sanji did . . . and it unnerved him.
"are you not eating more, mon amour?" he asks you as he sees the unfinished dish set in front of you. you sheepishly shake your head, pushing the plate towards him as you say that you're not too hungry at the moment.
and despite the smile on your face, he knows you're lying.
were you no longer a fan of his cooking? had he messed up one of your favourite dishes and this was your way of punishing him? or even worse . . . had he said or done something that upset you so terribly, you couldn't even stomach eating his food anymore?! oh, the horror!
sanji had had enough of this torture from you. tonight, he had told himself that he would get to the bottom of this and find out what was going on with you.
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you're sitting alone on the deck with your head tilted up towards the inky sky dotted with blinking white stars. sanji watches from above, admiring your beautiful features that's gleaming under the pretty moonlight. each and every part of your face has to have been carved by aphrodite herself, he is convinced of it.
with a hammering heart, he slowly descends the stairs and makes his way towards you. you swivel your head around to face him, and gosh, he feels like his breath's been taken away.
yet . . . he notices how sunken your face looks. how those adorable cheeks of yours aren't as round as they used to be. how that twinkle in your eyes isn't as bright as they used to be. and just how tired you look.
sanji doesn't think you're any less beautiful — never! but his heartstrings still tug achingly, agonising over what could have happened for you to change so much.
"may i?" oh, ever the gentleman. you scoot across the bench to make room for him, lightly patting the empty space besides you. he sits down with you, not saying anything for a few moments, trying to gather his thoughts and mulling over how to approach this without possibly getting you upset.
"is something wrong?" you ask him. he meets your gaze and sees that you're worried, squeezing his shoulder just a bit too tight.
"yes." he admits without hesitation. he takes your hand in his, holding it with such care as if you'd break if he put even the slightest bit of pressure. "i don't want this to come across the wrong way . . . but you're not eating. if you're dissatisfied with my food, just tell me. i'll cook it just the way you want! i will admit that my cooking style has changed somewhat so maybe that's why you can't eat my food. so whatever it is—"
sanji is cut off by you sobbing.
he goes into full panic mode. "oh no!" he cries, clutching your hands to his chest. "oh i am so sorry, my sweetness. i did not mean to rattle you or offend you in anyway. please, please, don't cry. oh . . i am terribly sorry."
"no sanji." your voice comes out small, quivering. your hands hold onto his tighter. "i'm not offended. and i'm not dissatisfied with your cooking either . . ."
"then what's the matter, mon amour?"
"i just feel so ugly."
those words leave your mouth so suddenly, it's as if they'd been trapped for so long and they'd finally broken free. it guts him more than any wound that's ever been inflicted on him ever has. you? ugly? those two words do not even exist within the same realm for him. it utterly shatters him that you see yourself in such a light. unaware of the chokehold you have on him. so unaware of just how blessed and beautiful you are. completely unaware of how his heart beat so wild when he first laid eyes on you and how it still does.
the next of your admission spills from your mouth before you can stop yourself: "i know i am not as pretty or as sexy as nami and robin are. i never will be. they're so effortlessly gorgeous, able to wear whatever they want without worrying about any flabs or rolls or whatnot. i'm . . ugh! just so jealous of them. maybe if i weren't so disgusting & fat, i'd have people fawn over me and look at me for once—"
this time sanji interrupts you: "i look at you all the time."
you blink at him . . stunned.
"i look at how perfectly every and any dress you wear highlights your curves. i look at how adorable the skirts you wear are and how unbelievably sexy your legs look in each and every one of them. i look at how insanely pretty you look when you wear those bikinis of yours, so full and soft. don't get me started on the way you look when you smile at me, so damn cute, it makes my stomach twist."
he swipes his thumb over your cheek as tears stream down your face and your bottom lip wobbles so dolefully. it breaks him all over again.
"i look at you all the time, do you know that? you are unbelievably beautiful, my angel. just as you are."
". . . maybe you're just saying that to make me happy." you pout, your nose crinkling as you continue to sniffle.
"i would never lie to a lady. especially if that lady is you."
a beat passes. then two. then three.
"thank you, sanji." you whisper, your voice coming out shaky and muffled, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, arms wrapping around him as you envelope him into a warm embrace. he freezes momentarily. then wraps his arms around you, pulling you as close as he can to himself.
he doesn't say anything more. he doesn't need to.
he strokes your head ever so tenderly, letting your tears and snot drench his shirt. he hums faintly by your ears as he cradles you in his arms, just letting you relieve yourself of all the pent-up sadness that had been bottled up inside of you for who knows how long.
when you let go of him, your face is all red and puffy, tears still streaking down. and despite how disheveled you may think you look in this moment, he thinks to himself how he's never seen anyone more beautiful than you.
"what's say i make your favourite, hm?" sanji muses, rising to his feet and making you do the same. "you need it."
your face heats up at his words, as if too embarrassed to admit that he's right. "at this hour? that's too much."
"nothing is too much when it comes to you." he susurrates ever so lovingly. "and anyway, i'm not taking 'no' for an answer!"
that makes you giggle softly and you poke a finger at his cheek, "you're so annoying. ."
I love how K Pop Demon Hunters points out SO many issues and so much commentary on the K Pop industry and K Pop idols in general.
The infantilizing of Baby Saja? A commentary on how fans will infantilize and "uwu"-ify grown ass MEN and the industry CAPITALIZES off of it.
The sexualization of Abby? The fact that so many (pretty much all) K Pop idols will be objectified and sexualized to hell, and how their bodies are always on point because the latter is unacceptable.
The fact that the Saja Boys made it up the charts with ONE single, while its implied that Huntrix has been around for YEARS and has worked their way up for fans? But somehow, are now being upstaged by a random boy group? It COULD show how boy bands and such make it up easier than girl bands. (Easy to connect those dots on why that is)
The Saja Boys going from all cutesy, pretty, and upbeat on stage to slouching and bleh out of sight? That shows how no matter how nice, bright, and lovely things seem to be, behind the screen and the cameras can be (may very well likely be) not the case at ALL. This COULD also be communicated through them being literal demons but being loved by the public for the image they put up, not what really is.
this isn't an issue and i don't mean this in a bad way to anyone who does this i obviously don't care, but when i write a fanfic about sanji i try not to tag his name as 'vinsmoke sanji' i just feel bad, it just feels wrong to me considering he ISN'T a vinsmoke... like he doesn't even use that name
(yes this is a fictional character i'm talking about i feel insane btw 😭)
ʚɞ imagine massaging sanji after a long day of cooking...
your eyes fall onto sanji's back, and you can hear him aggressively scrubbing a dish in front of the sink with a hint of frustration. he's so focused on his cleaning that he doesn't even notice the sound of your footsteps creaking on the floorboard as you draw closer to him.
"ugh, my stupid back is killing me..." he mutters to himself as he dries a plate.
"need some help?" you inch a bit closer to him, enough for him to almost jump in surprise since he didn't notice you were there.
"shit, i actually didn't mean to say that out loud..." his cheeks turn faintly red from embarrassment. "ah, i'm fine dear, don't worry." he smiles.
he's attempting to reassure you, but you don't buy it at all. without warning, you grab his wrist, pulling him away from the sink and onto the seat behind the kitchen counter, leaving him flustered but equally confused. "what are you-"
"i'm gonna help you relax. you said your back hurts, right? i'm great at massages, you know," you try to sound convincing to ease sanji. little do you know, the mere implication of you massaging him sets fireworks bursting in the man's heart.
your hands. on his body. massaging him. the thought alone makes blood rush to sanji's face all at once. he swallows hard, praying you don't notice. he should definitely refuse, how can he possibly make your beautiful, spotless hands do such a hard job?
"w-well then, go ahead..." crap. who is he kidding, how can he say no to the offer of his dreams?
you smile, standing behind him, you place your hands on his shoulders. they're so firm - you've always wondered what they felt like secretly, especially when you see him hunched over the stove cooking all day. you massage them gently, not pressing too hard, before working your way down to his back where the most strain is.
sanji has to stop a whimper from escaping his lips, turning red as his hand instantly flies over his mouth. it's like all the pain he didn't realise he was carrying all day just slips away with each touch of your gentle hands kneading his back. it feels like heaven.
as if the thought of you massaging him wasn't already enough for him to handle, your touch is so kind and tender. it's as if you possess the hands of an angel, taking all his stress and pain away with ease. he feels so cared for that he might tear up in the dimly lit kitchen. he wishes this moment could last forever.
"i'm not hurting you, am i?" you poke your head out to the side, a hint of nervousness tainting your voice.
"no, not at all..." sanji mumbles quietly, the most foolish lovesick grin plastered across his face.
hey guys, sorry for the inactivity with my fics :( i saw a lot of requests in my inbox but i actually had quite a lot of assignments at the time, but (somehow) i managed to submit them all YAYYY (pretend i don't have one more exam in 8 days)
also for some reason i was feeling a bit intimidated to write anything lately, but reading other peoples fics has inspired me sm im gonna try finish my requests + i have sm other ideas i wanna make!! i need to make more individual fics NOWWW
Ooo... and if i triple dog dared you to write a fanfic about an oblivious pining!r with Luffy who is so obviously in love with r-- what then!?@;$^&@^$^÷
i accept your dare, anon :)
obviously not in love | luffy x reader
you're not sure what it is about luffy that makes everyone drawn to him so naturally, including you. he's just a special force of nature, a magnet that attracts friends and allies wherever he walks, completely unaware of the effects he leaves on others.
you've been contemplating this about luffy, because recently you can't pinpoint why you're so drawn to him as of late. could it be the way his face lights up when he laughs, his features breaking into a broad smile that could rival the brightness of the sun? could it be the straw hat he adorns every single day, that you could easily recognise as your captain matter the distance? could it be the way no matter what happens to any of his crew, he'd risk it all for you all in a heartbeat?
the list is endless. you just really appreciate him. yes, definitely just appreciate him.
you lean your chin on your hand, watching him goof off on the lower-deck with usopp and chopper, as he shares his funniest impressions of the crew, making the other two laugh. you barely manage to stifle a laugh yourself, causing nami to hear you from behind.
you almost jump seeing her ginger locks come into eyeshot. "nami! i didn't even realise you were right behind me."
she leans against the railing, joining your side. "of course you wouldn't, you're too distracted by luffy," she nudges your arm playfully. "as always," she adds teasingly.
"what? hey, what's that meant to mean?" your heart hammers inside, feeling embarrassed by her words, as you turn to fully face her.
"i'm just saying... geez, you so obviously like him it's painful," she sighs, rolling her eyes as she folds her arms, but with a smile. "it's like he's the only person you see sometimes."
"what?" you say defensively, the suggestion making your heart run a marathon and back. is that really what it looks like to other people? no, there's no way that you like him in that way, do you? you just really, really, care about him, even if it means he takes up space in your mind constantly every day, and that his laugh sends your heart racing, his smile causes you to smile too, his...
...you fear nami may be partly onto something. but still...
"no, nami it's not like-"
"what are you guys up to?"
you're instantly interrupted by none other than your captain who's practically catapulted himself onto the upper-deck just to listen in on your conversation.
you both freeze, until nami waves a hand before walking off. "i'll give you two some alone time..." you almost reach out to her to shake her shoulders crazily so she can stop embarrassing you even more.
luffy, witnessing nami leave and the look on your face, tilts his head, confused. "eh, what's she talking about? oh well, i wouldn't mind hanging out with you for a bit." you feel your shoulders relax, realising luffy hasn't thought much about what just occurred.
but before you can share a proper moment of silence, he speaks up again. "hey, are you in love with me?"
you jump back, not having expecting to say that of all things. you stare at him, dumbfounded. luffy's brutal honesty will be the death of you one of these days. you stutter in an attempt to form words, before somehow gaining a bit of composure.
"what, you - why are you asking that?"
"i don't know, i heard usopp and nami saying it the other day," he continues casually, looking up as he remembers the scene with his finger on his chin. "and yesterday, and today..."
your eye practically twitches. oh those two have it coming the next time you see them. "seriously..." you put your head in your hands.
luffy being luffy, disregards your embarrassment and starts laughing it off. "i was so happy! i was wondering if you liked me too or not this whole time! what a relief!"
"luffy, you -" you stop mind-sentence, processing what he just said. there's no way you heard that correctly, right? "what did you say?"
"i was just saying that -"
"everyone, lunch is ready!"
the familiar voice of sanji cuts luffy short, the word 'dinner' activating luffy's every day instincts. "LUNCH!!" he leaps off of the railing to follow the scent of delicious food, before glancing up at you and flashing you the widest grin you ever saw. "aren't you coming?"
you swallow your doubts, looking in the face of your captain, and you feel your heart tighten in a way it hasn't before. it's like after the conversation you just shared not just with nami, but more importantly with luffy, he looks so much different now. everything you 'appreciate' about him, in this moment, just started to glow from him all at once. your overwhelmed not by appreciation, but by love for him.
you nod, "i'll be down, save me a seat, will you?"
the firelight in the throne room was low, casting long, flickering shadows against the tapestries that hung from the walls. zuko was sitting at his desk, his shoulders hunched over a stack of scrolls that never seemed to get any smaller. you watched him from the doorway for a moment, noticing the way his brow was furrowed in that familiar, stressed expression he always wore when he thought he was alone. he looked every bit the fire lord—regal, tired, and carrying the weight of the world—but to you, he was just zuko.
you walked over quietly, your footsteps muffled by the thick rugs, and stood behind his chair. you placed your hands on his shoulders, feeling the tension there like coiled springs. he let out a long, weary sigh and leaned his head back against you, closing his eyes.
"you should be asleep," he murmured, his voice raspy from a day of endless meetings.
"so should you," you replied softly, your fingers kneading the knots in his muscles. "the earth kingdom trade agreements will still be there in the morning, zuko. come to bed."
he turned in his seat to look at you, and the golden light hit the left side of his face. your eyes drifted, as they often did, to the heavy, red scar tissue that bloomed across his eye and temple. it was a part of him, as much as his golden eyes or his stubborn heart. instinctively, you reached out, your thumb grazing the edge of the damaged skin.
zuko flinched. it wasn't a violent movement, but a quick, self-conscious jerk away from your hand. he looked down at the desk, his hand rising to cover the scar as if to hide it from you.
"don't," he whispered, his voice tinged with a sudden, sharp vulnerability. "it’s... it is not something you should want to touch. i know how it looks."
you didn't pull away. instead, you stepped closer, gently taking his wrist and pulling his hand down so you could see him clearly. "i know exactly how it looks, zuko. i’m looking at it right now. why do you still hide from me?"
"because it’s a mark of shame," he said, and you could hear the old bitterness creeping back into his tone, the ghost of the boy he used to be. "it's a reminder of everything i lost and the cruelty that made me. it isn't something beautiful. it’s a deformity."
you felt a pang of sadness in your chest, hearing him speak about himself that way after all these years. you leaned in, cupping his face with both hands, forcing him to meet your gaze. your fingers traced the uneven texture of the scar with a feather-light touch, lingering on the ridges of skin.
"you are so wrong," you told him firmly. "to me, this isn't a mark of shame. it’s a mark of your strength. it shows everything you survived and the man you chose to become despite it. you’re beautiful, zuko. inside and out."
he let out a dry, disbelieving laugh, though his eyes were softening. "you're just saying that because you love me. no one looks at a burn like this and thinks it's beautiful. i see the way people look at me in the streets when they think i'm not watching. they see a monster, or a victim."
"well, i'm not 'people,'" you countered, moving your hand to brush a stray lock of dark hair behind his ear. "i’m the person who knows you best. and i think you’re the handsomest man in the four nations. scar and all. especially with the scar, because it’s part of your face, and i love your face."
you leaned forward and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his right cheek, the unscarred side. he let out a shaky breath, his eyes fluttering shut. then, you shifted, pressing a second kiss directly onto the center of his scarred temple. he stiffened for a second, his breath hitching in his throat, but he didn't pull away this time.
"stop," he breathed, though his hands had found your waist, pulling you closer. "you don't have to do this."
"i want to," you whispered against his skin. you kissed the bridge of his nose, then moved back to the scar, kissing the corner of his eye where the skin was tightest. "i love you. i love every single inch of you. i love your stubbornness, i love your dorky jokes, and i love this scar because it belongs to the man who holds my heart."
zuko finally broke. the wall of royal composure he kept up during the day crumbled, and he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his arms tightening around you until there was no space left between you. you could feel the heat radiating off him, the steady thrum of his inner fire calming down.
"i don't understand how you can look at me like that," he admitted, his voice muffled against your shoulder. "after everything... i still feel like that boy waiting for his father's approval sometimes. and then you look at me, and it's like i'm actually someone worth loving."
you ran your fingers through his hair, holding him tight. "you’ve always been worth loving. you were just the last one to find out. do you believe me yet? or do i have to keep kissing you until you get the point?"
he pulled back just enough to look at you, a small, genuine smile finally tugging at the corners of his mouth. his eyes were bright, shimmering with a mix of relief and affection.
"maybe a few more kisses wouldn't hurt," he said softly, his voice finally losing that heavy edge of doubt.
you smiled back, leaning in to press your lips to his. "good. because i have all night."
Sanji blushes so hard when you laugh at something he's done or said.
When he gets excited about cooking a new dish and rushes from the kitchen tearing his apron off you feel the smile. When you can see the glimmer in his eyes your chest feels light. You can't help but cover your mouth and let the giggles slip through your lips when he trips over himself passing through the doorway.
He's so cute. You just adore seeing the passion overwhelm his body. Enjoy seeing it ooze from his soul into the world around him.
He pauses and looks over his shoulder where you're sitting, in the middle of a meal he'd placed before you. Your eyes are crinkled at the edges, your nose scrunched, and he can see that smile stretching wide. His face lights with a deep crimson that reaches all the way to the tips of his ears.
You look beautiful and sound just like an angel. Sanji thinks his heart might explode. He wants to hear you laugh all the time. But he quickly learns he doesn't even have to try to do something like that. His presence alone is enough to bring that joy to you.
