What JJK Men are like in Bed (literally hcs about what they’re like when they sleep and everything that goes along with bedtime) (pt 1) -Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto
What JJK Men are like in Bed (literally hcs about what they’re like when they sleep and everything that goes along with bedtime) (pt 2) - Nanami Kento and Kamo Choso
What JJK Men are like in Bed (literally hcs about what they’re like when they sleep and everything that goes along with bedtime) (pt 3) - Fushiguro Toji and Itadori Yuji
What JJK Men are like in Bed (literally hcs about what they’re like when they sleep and everything that goes along with bedtime) (pt 4) - Fushiguro Megumi and Inumaki Toge
What JJK Men are like in Bed (literally hcs about what they’re like when they sleep and everything that goes along with bedtime) (pt 5) - Ino Takuma and Ryomen Sukuna
How would Zoro, luffy and Law (if you write for him) react if they find out their s/o loves to fangirl about them to the crew behind their back. i.e. all the strawhats except zoro know reader is always squealing about how good zoro looks whilst he’s training. How would he react when he finds out the reader is his superfan (sorry if this doesnt make sense it’s nearly 2am n i’m struggling to type 😭😭)
a/n: eeeee yes boost those men’s egos!! i haven’t gotten to law yet (🙉) so i’m adding ace instead & ofc sanji my mans
warnings: flirting, established relationships, banter, reader LOVES her bf, a few suggestive comments, mild language, reader is like a feral cat, sanji FOLDS so fast
Giggling and Kicking Your Feet
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Zoro was at it again. torturing you slowly, meticulously and agonizingly. or, maybe just working out. he was in the middle of the deck, hot sun blaring down at him as if challenging him to push himself even further. he never did it intentionally— he just trained like he always had and would continue to do daily. you couldn’t even be mad about being up so early to watch him when his abs were displayed in full glory as he lifted his swords above his head and—
“ohhuh,” you felt your knees weaken slightly as you stumbled to grab onto the banister. your head was spinning, vision dancing slightly.
zoro was a hazard to you.
you stumbled into the kitchen, nearly tumbling into sanji, who looked up from the sink in alarm. upon seeing that it was you, he smirked, eyeing you knowingly. “mosshead training again?”
you groaned in answer, your head falling against the counter slightly too hard.
“oh, love…” sanji sounded pitying, though he was still smirking in amusement. he slid you a glass of water and clicked his tongue, “suppose you could stop watching him every day? avert your eyes to literally any other direction…”
you scoffed, eyeing him like he was insane.
“oh, of course… of course you couldn’t. how silly of me…”
“cook,” you flinched as if you had been shot as zoro stepped into the gulley. he took you in, eyes softening, dangling shirt shifting from his hand to over his shoulder.
“morning,” he nodded to you, the faintest smile evident on his face.
“morn—“ the rest choked out and was cut off as your eyes drifted south, to where his abs gleamed with sweat and the v of his—
sanji whistled and you flinched. you flushed scarlet, eyes dropping to literally anywhere else.
“can i get some water?”
you stumbled over your own feet and beat sanji to the faucet to fill him a glass. sanji just eyed you incredulously, still thoroughly amused.
“are you okay?”
you watched him down the water, swearing time seemed to slow as his throat bobbed as he swallowed.
“i think she just needs a cold shower. she may have overheated a bit…”
you shot sanji a glare but zoro was already moving, hand outstretched towards your forehead, eyebrows knit with concern.
“i’m– no, i’m okay—“
zoro eyed you with a worried intensity, sliding the glass back towards sanji as he looked you over, “you seem alright… is there anything i can get you? do i need to get the cook to make you something?”
sanji hummed, slicing potatoes into thin cubes, “not sure i have what she’s wanting… it’s not exactly on the menu—“
you stomped backwards, heel landing on sanji’s foot with clear intention. sanji cursed and muttered under his breath, looking up at you with wide, slightly tearfilled eyes.
zoro just looked at you, looked to sanji, then blinked. sometimes you wished he was slightly less oblivious. especially when it came to you and the painfully obvious effect he had on you.
nami was sighing in time with you, batting her eyelashes sarcastically as you ogled over zoro once again. she was watching you, torn between annoyance and amusement. anyone who saw you half bent over the guard rail and doe eyed would call you pathetic— and they would be right.
“you’re going to cut yourself in half if you don’t stand up straight.”
“just look at him— i mean, that physique shouldn’t even be possible.”
“he works out for at least an hour every day… of course he’s going to be fit.”
“fit.” she said it so casually and you snorted, “you say that as if he’s not… like, utter perfection. sculpted by—“
“zoro!”
zoro glanced up, eyebrow lifted.
“put on a shirt before your girlfriend chokes on her own drool.”
your face flushed and you looked at nami furiously. you glanced back at zoro and nearly shrieked when you found him inches away, now eyeing you with a smirk.
shit. holy shit, he was even nicer up close—
as if you hadn’t seen him a million times and woken up with him smothering you as he snored and nearly suffocated you with an arm across your cheek.
“you look a little red…”
you tried to glance anywhere but him but he took two fingers and pulled your head to face him. “it’s hot.”
“is it?” his voice held that dangerous tone, voice rasping just slightly. your legs turned to jelly and his smirk deepened.
“if you see something you like, you can just ask… i would be happy to make special arrangements so you can touch the merchandise—“
you cursed as your stomach flipped and heart raced, eyes meeting his likely like a deer in headlights. zoro only grinned wider, smug with that expression that promised something you couldn’t entirely handle. zoro tilted his head, smirking, “have you always been this interested in my workouts? and have they always gotten you so….”
he gestured vaguely, eyes hungry as his smirk remained, “hot and desperate.” you crossed your arms, eyebrows lifted in exaggerated offense.
“i’m not judging you, sweetheart. it’s quite flattering. who knew i didn’t have to touch you to get this worked up.” he leaned down and shifted his fingers to your jawline, tilting his head slightly with a smirk. “would you like me to do something about your predicament? sanji mentioned a cold shower… or we could try other methods…”
you stumbled and nearly collapsed into him at his words, exhaling shakily as he caught you with a smirk, “come on, sweetheart. i’ll help you to our room…” he scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
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Ace never wore a shirt— in your defense, it wasn’t hard to stare at him. he was taller than almost everyone else, broader than almost everyone else and again– had a cruel and torturous aversion to shirts. really, it was harder to not stare at him. it wasn’t just you, either! anytime you were out with him, there was at least four women eyeing him like he was a prize stallion up for auction. you really couldn’t help yourself… he was, in every way that counted, exquisite. sculpted by the gods, freckles hand painted to look like the stars you loved so much.
the problem was your beloved boyfriend didn’t seem to realize just how much effect he had on you. and he had truly no shame when it came to sprawling out on the deck; tanning or napping, doing push ups, doing sit ups— or gods forbid— pull ups. the pull ups… the way his veins popped and sweat glistened off him reminding you of some dessert you very much would lick frosting off of—
“ahem.” you wheeled around so quickly you lost your balance and nearly sprawled out on the deck like a corpse. there was snickers as you huffed and brushed yourself off.
“sorry.” you tried to regain your bearings but the glazed, out of it expression wouldn’t leave your face– nor would the blush that was the result of your stomach twisting and heart racing, “what?”
“gods, he has got to give you a break.”
“i wasn’t— we weren’t—“
gods, your mind was in the gutter. you rubbed your face and cursed the effect he had on you– and how it was obvious and insulting to everyone else on the crew. marco was smirking with his arms crossed over his chest. izou only glanced between you and ace with an exasperated smile that he didn’t fully mean.
“hey, hot head!”
ace lifted his hat off his face and squinted into the sun. he grunted slightly as he stood up, muttering under his breath about uninterrupted nap time. he stretched, horrifyingly, arms above his head, muscles drawn tense as he flexed and stretched out before yawning again.
“one hundred berry says she faints.”
izou snorted and eyed marco with an amused smile, “again…”
you rolled your eyes and huffed, sending both of them an irritated glare, “perhaps you’re just jealous. because we’re happy and i’m obsessed with my—“
izou clicked his tongue and snorted, “no, no, sweetheart. you can have hot head. he is all yours. i got my booze and the sea. i have no desire for all….” she gestured rather grotesquely and you fought back a smirk, “that. or anyone…”
“we hear enough about it already to ever have a desire for what…you two have.”
“i have never once gone into detail!”
“no need, sweetheart! you always look at him like he’s the first meal your starving ass has ever seen.”
your cheeks flushed slightly but your smirk only grew.
“not to mention it’s not a very large ship.”
“oi, and the walls are thin…”
other crew members had gathered around you and joined in on the snickering and apparent betting on how soon it would be before you fainted or walked off the side of the ship just to cool off. you gritted your teeth and breathed out slowly, thrilled that your attraction and fondness of your boyfriend was such an amusing group spectacle.
“what’s going on here?”
ace had crossed the ship and stopped in the middle of the heckling crew, lifting an eyebrow with a skeptical expression.
“making bets, hot head.”
“oh yeah? two hundred berry on whichever side is against marco.”
you fought back a smile but it didn’t last long before someone else opened their mouth, “actually, we’re betting to see weather your girlfriend will pass out or drown herself before she implodes.”
ace paused running his hand through his hair, eyebrows raised, amusement turning to concern, “what?” he turned his attention to you, suddenly wide awake, “why would she do that?”
you moved to take several steps away from him, but marco smacked you on the back with a phlemy laugh, “i think she’s got the hots for you.”
ace furrowed his brows, waiting for him to elaborate, as if that wasn’t already obvious since you had agreed to that first date you had nearly begged him for.
“i think she’s just hot…”
“and bothered.”
you cursed under your breath and glanced over your shoulder, considering if a jump off the plank really was worth avoiding this. ace eyed you, confusion and cluelessness written on his face. you opened your mouth to laugh it off and tell him to ignore them, but apparently the crew’s grievances about you constantly tripping over yourself and drooling over your well established boyfriend had them finally fed up.
“oh she doesn’t shut up about you. she was chopping vegetables this morning, going off about the color of your eyes.”
“she tripped and knocked over barrels of whiskey because you were cooling yourself off yesterday.”
“next time you’re exercising those muscles you’ll have to warn us so we can at least blindfold her first.”
oh, yes— drowning would have been better than this.
you were envisioning how to slowly kill each and every member of your crew, when ace finally turned to you. your brain short circuited and you once again fought the urge to just shrivel up and die.
ace was smirking. not just his usual playful or flirty smirk— no, this smirk was lethal. it was smug and egotistical, as if he had gotten away with stealing the entire universe.
“is that so?” ace crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head slightly in a way that made your knees nearly buckle. godsdamn him for being so lethally attractive. even without his smirk. or those dark eyes that locked you in place.
you knew you were blushing. you knew your face was so red that you wouldn’t be able to look at anyone for a week. even still, you couldn’t let him win. you couldn’t let him keep that satisfied, smug smirk on his face.
stupidly, you crossed your arms and tilted your chin up, challenging him, “and what about it?”
ace narrowed his eyes slightly, smirk deepening as if the thought of you challenging him made this even better. your hands were shaking, your knees threatened to drop you. his tongue flicked across his bottom lip and you broke. your knees dropped, stumbling forward into him with a shudder. ace was ecstatic. his smirk turned to a grin and you breathed out shakily.
“sweetheart.”
you braced for the comment or nickname or suggestive words that would inevitably be your killing blow.
“yes, ace?” you sighed, bracing for impact, bracing for collapsing into the floor once again.
“if you ever stop being this in love with me, please let me know… i shall walk myself right off the side of the ship.”
you scrunched your nose up and tugged him down to finally kiss you— as if that was payment for torturing you and enjoying it.
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Sanji was attractive; this was plain to see to everyone yet it still baffled you that he had never once had luck with women. zoro and nami constantly gave him shit for it, pointing out how much effort he put in just to be shot down repeatedly. when you had first met him and he flashed that charming smile and met you with those blue eyes that locked you in place, you were done for. truly. you had never once believed in love at first sight until you met sanji.
even more shocking- when sanji flirted with you it worked. too damn well… sanji was so caught off guard that he stumbled through the menu and mispronounced half of the wines, visibly sweating and trying to stay standing. you couldn’t keep your eyes off him and zoro wondered if he had put some kind of spell on you.
sanji had almost thought you were joking when he first asked you to dinner— a private dinner he had cooked, somehow away from luffy— and you had said yes. he was rather pathetic when it came to you- going out of his way to do anything and everything without being asked. you practically melted the first time he took your hand and kissed your knuckles, your arm, your shoulder, finally your neck— he was everything romantic and chivalrous and didn’t at all belong on a pirate ship or on a wanted poster.
months in, and you were still just as pathetically and grossly obsessed with him. zoro was on the deck shirtless, sweating and being slightly in the way, while luffy and usopp dared him to add more and more weight to lift. “are you enjoying the view?” you snorted in amusement and shook your head, eying nami with a playfully incredulous expression. nami laughed and nudged you, “i forgot, you only admire sanji. when he’s cooking, when he’s smoking, when he breathes…. when he’s sleeping.” you smirked to yourself, not about to deny a fact. you just smiled smugly and stepped into the gulley where your preferred and favorite view lied. sanji was at the counter, slicing vegetables like it was an art. you bit your lip as he rolled his sleeves up and wiped condensation from the steaming pot off his forehead. if sanji glanced at you now, he would fold like a piece of paper. the eyes you were giving him, the flush of your cheeks, your lip tucked between your teeth… he would abandon lunch completely and once again everyone would have you to blame for a late meal, burnt food and a heated make out in the kitchen that someone accidentally walked in on.
sanji looked up as soon as you were close enough to him for him to sense your presence. his eyes lit up and he leaned over the counter to kiss you, “hello mon amour… is there something i can do for you?” you tugged at his shirt collars when he moved to pull away, deepening the kiss as if he had been so cruel and unjust as to withhold kisses from you since this morning.
“oh gods, not again–“ nami stopped in the doorway, looking torn between irritation and a small fondness for how happy you truly were.
“something you need, nami?” sanji barely took his eyes off you, still leaning to kiss you.
nami crossed her arms, lifting her eyebrows in question, “can i make a request?”
sanji shrugged, glancing over at her with minimal interest, waiting for her to continue.
“stop making out in the kitchen.”
sanji’s mouth twitched, eyes returning to you with that intense hunger that always made you fold, “if you can’t stand the heat, nami, get out of my kitchen…”
sanji placed one more delicate kiss on your forehead and you inhaled shakily as he returned to the stove. he always dropped whatever he was doing to greet you and make sure you knew you were the priority. sanji pushed the diced vegetables around in the pan, lifting a cigarette with his other. your mouth hung open slightly as he lit it and inhaled deeply. he readjusted his sleeves above his elbow and exhaled. you watched the smoke curl up from his lips like a trance, unaware of how utterly pathetic you looked. nami snorted and you barely noticed. sanji ran a hand through his hair and your knees buckled; you nearly collapsed onto the floor, had your hands not been gripping the table, white knuckled.
“good grief,” nami eyed you like she was in awe of your brain function getting lesser and lesser when it came to sanji. sanji glanced up, over his shoulder, eyeing you with lifted brows, “are you alright, my darling?” the softness in his tone nearly had you folding again and nami huffed, “that’s going to make it worse, sanji. care less… ignore her. do something—“
you glared at nami briefly, but sanji just lowered his head to place another kiss to your forehead, “i would never ignore you, mon cherie…” your grip on the table tightened and nami choked out a laugh, thoroughly amused that him being so reassuring and loving just made you all the more worked up.
sanji held your hand as you glanced into every shop window you passed. you had lost the rest of the crew somewhere between docking and the town square though neither of you would complain or worry about rare alone time.
“if you see something you like, mon amour, please don’t hesitate…”
you glanced up at him shyly, smile slowly starting to spread. sanji eyed you with a soft amusement, “mon cherie, i’m offended you didn’t speak up. what is it? anything you want and it’s yours…”
you tugged on his hand for him to follow you back the way you had just come, though sanji didn’t need to be pulled— he was already following you before you had taken a step away from him.
you returned to the agreed upon meeting place five minutes late, flushed and slightly out of breath, with sanji both carrying your bags and asking if you were okay— the former was why he had needed to ask the latter. nami was staring— she nudged zoro who was smirking in utter amusement, “get lost?”
“not at all. my angel saw something she liked…”
nami glanced at zoro and his smirk widened even more, “whipped.”
nami sighed, shaking her head in amusement, “if only he knew the truth. neither one of them would ever be able to stand straight or be in the same room…”
sanji lifted an eyebrow, “what are you two smirking about?” you held your hand out to take the bags from sanji, to which he switched the bags to his other hand, put his free hand in yours and then brought your hand up to his lips.
oh, that had done it.
zoro and nami watched your brain short circuit and your breath catch as you breathed out shakily. you were now staring at the ground, trying very hard to stay standing.
“are you alright my—“
“for goodness sake, sanji! don’t say another thing to her if you want her to remain conscious.”
sanji froze, glanced at nami, wide eyed and confused, then glanced at you in concern, “what’s going on? did i do something?”
“oh, you were pretty much just born…” zoro sighed and shifted on his feet, hand resting on his swords like he was tired, “and then she met you in a restaurant. and we’ve not stopped hearing about you since…”
your eyes shot to zoro with a look that you hoped promised a slow, painful death.
nami was almost laughing now, clearing her throat to find a voice that was playfully meant to be you, “oh, sanji is cooking again… i’d better make sure i’m in there to drool over him.”
zoro smirked, amused and joining in, “oh, he rolled his sleeves up, someone better catch me when i inevitably pass out—“
“he’s smoking again, someone better dump cold water on my head—“
“alright! thank you…. for that.” you had seemed to shrink several inches, posture tense and awkward. sanji was eyeing you with a questioning expression, a small, timid smile on his lips.
“are they…. do you…do that?”
“do i— well— i just— i think— i—“
sanji looked very near to melting. his grip had tightened on your bags and his hand shifted from your hand to your chin, gentle. “i never noticed?”
“i was hoping not… half the time u don’t realize im doing it… you’re just so—“ you gestured to all of him and zoro scoffed.
you braced for a comment, a flirtatious remark, a smirk that would bring you to your knees— maybe even for sanji to throw you over his shoulder and sprint you both back to the merry.
instead, sanji knelt down— knelt down– in front of you and took your hand in both of his. there was a choke behind you but you couldn’t even focus on your surroundings. the world slowed, your head spun—
“i’m undeserving of you, my darling… you love me so well. so much… after all this time. to think you look at me the way i look at you. to think i am loved even a fraction of the way i feel for you— thank you. thank you, my angel… please let me spend the rest of my life with you. please let me keep loving you and being with you…”
zoro coughed, nami stood with her mouth open and luffy and usopp were just showing up, both applauding cluelessly. you just nodded, nearly as stunned as nami, though much much closer to passing out.
“i should get a ring— i should—“
you dropped to your own knees, despite sanji quickly standing and trying to pull you to your feet and make sure you never lowered yourself for him– you met him half way with a kiss that had both of you wrecked— but it was a very good thing you were both already on your knees…
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Luffy had grabbed you so suddenly that you hadn’t even yet been aware of what was happening. sanji and zoro were already approaching as luffy swung his first strike. you never really got used to the rubber thing… every time he fought or went out of his way to pull you against him, it was like seeing it for the first time— ironic, since luffy was all hands and all consuming all the time. he had saved you enough times now that you had learned to stay out of his way and not to question him if he was randomly pushing, pulling or dragging you rapidly away.
zoro and sanji stopped beside you with a sigh, “what now?” you just shrugged, eyes watching luffy in the fight that you hadn’t heard the beginning of or reason for.
regardless, luffy always looked good fighting. he managed to keep his hat on, which was a remarkable achievement of its own, when he was all limbs and flailing half the time. you winced as a single blow landed on luffy, though he either didn’t feel it or didn’t care—
“not the face…” you sighed, crossing your arms. zoro snorted, while sanji shook his head, “our captain is more than capable, as you know by now…”
“doesn’t mean i want his pretty face bruised.”
you pouted slightly, though your eyes were playful. luffy flew through the air suddenly and you cursed.
“do you think we should help him—“
zoro had his hands on his swords, though no sooner than he moved did the opposing foe drop to the ground. luffy returned to you with a small smile, only slightly out of breath.
“what was that about?”
“he looked at her.”
you almost snorted, eyeing him with an amused disbelief.
“your girlfriend was worried about your face, by the way…” zoro returned his sword to his side and smirked only slightly.
luffy turned to you, brows furrowed, “really?” you expected him to say something cute, but he wiped at his face in determination, “was there food on it?”
this time you did laugh, “no, luffy… believe it or not, i don’t want you buried and broken.”
he grinned at this, realizing you were being cute. he moved closer to you, arm around your shoulders, “not to worry, then… it all bounces off me.” he placed a messy kiss against the side of your cheek and you grinned.
his kisses were always messy and wet, sometimes acting more like he was tasting you than kissing you. “i think it’s cute that you worry about me.”
you scrunched your nose up slightly as he pulled you even closer until you almost couldn’t breathe, “and i just think you’re cute.”
luffy let out one of his laughs, loud and obnoxious, warming your chest like a hug. he flushed only slightly, hand on his hat like he was worried he would lose it. he kept his hand in yours as he moved to return his attention to food.
“i think luffy could beat anyone…” you shrugged innocently, pushing your half finished plate towards luffy, who would have no problem finishing it off.
“anyone?” nami eyed you incredulously.
“yes, anyone… name a single fight he hasn’t walked away from.”
“well arlong—“
“using sea water doesn’t count, nami.”
“i mean it is—“
“no, nami. using someone’s weakness isn’t winning…”
nami opened her mouth to argue, but sanji just shook his head slightly, as if warning that this was a useless argument. you truly believed luffy would beat anyone— would win any fight. sanji reminded nami of this and she just huffed.
luffy looked at you with wide eyes, glancing over his plate. he didn’t need you to defend him- he didn’t need you to believe in him, yet you always had. since they day you met him and joined his crew.
“it’s nice that she thinks so highly of me… if i ever stop believing in myself, i know there’s someone who will.”
you smiled softly at him from across the table and luffy just went back to eating, as if that hadn’t been one of the most romantic things he had ever said.
“you know she talks about you all the time… even when you’re stuffing your face, somehow… she thinks you’ve hung the stars.”
you flushed slightly, but zoro wasn’t lying. luffy’s eyes found you again, softer, the slightest amusement hid behind that loving expression.
“i know… i hear her. it’s nice… it makes me feel important.”
“you are—“
luffy lowered his now empty plate and took your hand, “i’m really glad you’re here. thank you.”
you fought away a stupid smile, sinking further into your chair as your heart swelled. “always, luffy… i would follow you anywhere.”
luffy stood up in his chair– much to everyone’s horror and dismay– and leaned down to kiss you. messy and fully, both hands on your face, like he was trying to absorb you.
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."
toge “we don’t argue, my girl tells me shut up and i do” inumaki ᝰ.ᐟ fluff, fem!reader
the confusion was only there for a moment when the group of guys you were talking to after lab suddenly straightened in posture, stiff as boards, turned on their heels and walked off like they’d been summoned by some chant. right in the middle of your conversation.
toge was making his way through the courtyard and to you, his ever gorgeous girlfriend, when he’d noticed one of the guys you were speaking with was eyeing you in a way that wasn’t friendly enough for his liking.
a man of little words he was, but he used his voice when he deemed necessary. and this was definitely neccesary.
jealous as ever with a petulant pout to match, he’d simply muttered two words that solved his little problem in an instant.
“walk away.”
and now you’re turned around to see your fluffy haired boyfriend inconspicuously zipping his collar back up over his tattooed mouth before he tilts his head at you in greeting, corners of his eyes crinkled in lieu of an innocent smile.
“kelp!” he chirps, a possessive hand coming to slide around your waist until you’re jabbing your finger into the apex of his chest, hard.
“did you just do what i think you did?”
he tilts his head. then quietly coughs and your jaw drops. fuck.
“that was you, wasn’t it?”
his eyebrows raise in question as if he has no idea what you could possibly be referring to.
“bonito flakes?”
he shrinks a bit when your eyes narrow at him knowingly.
“don’t lie to me, toge.”
his arms flail out instantly, stiff and straight as if they can help him in the defense of his actions. he tries his best to explain what the situation looked like from his perspective.
“tuna! caviar, salmon cod roe!”
your hand comes up to unzip his collar before you gently grab his jaw, his words muddled and lips mushed together as you hold his face.
you guys stare at each other like that for a few long seconds, his adams apple jumping when he swallows, lashes kissing his cheeks when he blinks rapidly because now he’s genuinely a little scared.
“toge.”
“salmon.” his answer is immediate.
“you cannot interrupt my conversations simply because you feel like it—“
“mustard leaf—“
“i’m not done talking.”
his mouth closes immediately. he looks like a puppy being scolded as you hold him in front of you, his shoulders drooping and pout forming the best it can between your fingers. he nods, begrudgingly, but it’s there and that’s enough for you to continue. he listens so well.
“i can handle myself, okay? we were only talking because i helped them with some homework answers. if someone’s openly flirting with me, i’ll tell them off. you know i will.”
his eyes drift to the side and you can tell he feels bad, hands stuffed in his pockets and nose crinkling like he’s smelled something he doesn’t like. you bring his gaze back with a little nudge.
“blink twice if you understand.”
he does as he’s told, and you soften because you can never be annoyed with him for very long. you know he hears the gossip, people talking about how you deserve someone better than him, as if they know anything about your relationship. as if you’d ever believe there’s anyone better than him. they just don’t understand the connection you two have and they don’t have to, because you don’t care.
“there’s no need to worry, okay? everyone knows you’re my boy, toge.”
his cheeks redden as you smile up at him, batting those pretty lashes in the way that always makes his heart float and his insecurities vanish. his heavy stare drops to your lips, violet eyes clinging to them because he really wants to kiss you right now and he wonders if you’ll let him. you hold his face with both hands now, thumbs dusting over his facial markings.
“my protective, strong, incredibly handsome sweet boy that i’m sooo lucky to have.” he’s like putty in your hands at this point, heart beating faster with each trait you add, demeanor melting into something sickeningly saccharine as he leans into your palm.
“salmon?” he asks.
you can’t help the roll of your eyes, giggling when you confirm, “yes, baby, really. i can never stop talking about you.”
he’s closer to you now, neck craning to reach your lips, eyes already half shut and head swimming with the thought of you. his voice is low and hopeful when he asks for permission.
“mustard leaf?”
you’re standing on your toes now, hands fisted at his collar to tug him closer. head tilted and lips brushing against his expectantly as you wait for him to kiss you.
Whether or not they meant to hurt you by saying it, they did. By the time they caught on, you were already changing to someone out of reach.
CHARACTERS: Sanji, ASL brothers, Shanks
TAGS: Angst & Comfort, some established relationship, accidental injury, WCI spoilers, no use of y/n, she/her pronouns.
SONG: capable of love - pinkpantheress
SANJI isn’t cruel because he stopped loving you, he’s cruel because he’s trying to. He truly believes pushing you away is the only way to protect you.
Even the day you needed his reassurance most.
“Don’t look at me like that.” He bit out, stepping his way into the carriage that took him to the humiliation of a marriage he didn’t even want.
“I was never going to choose you.”
Sanji is the man who worships the ground you walk on. The one who lights up just because you’re in the room. So why was he being like this?
The line between black and white became such a blur in your teary eyes. You’d straightened your back, fixed on anything but his face. “Understood.”
That’s the moment he’d realize he went too far, even if it was to keep you away. Because in the world he gets out of this alive, how could it possibly go back the way it was.
In short, it didn’t.
You fought just as hard as everyone else bringing him back, but you acknowledged him differently. No more soft glances across the table. No more eyes lingering when he smiles. No more quiet conversations you had with him in the kitchen.
Sanji can survive rejection.
He cannot survive being treated like he’s nothing special to you, he was barely clinging on from just a week of your silence.
—
You’re alone in the kitchen, cutting fruit. Not because you need to. Just because you don’t want to sit out there with everyone else, it was too cold, a bit too warm as well.
The knife presses into the peel of the orange, juice on your fingers.
Footsteps.
“..You’re going to cut yourself holding it like that,” he says softly, a hand gripping the edge of the counter near you, but never too close. "I’ll cut the rest, ma chérie."
“I’m fine.” You said, numb.
The knife slips, just like he said.
You hiss under your breath as the blade grazes your finger, blood trickling down your wrist. His hand wraps around your wrist instinctively, stopping the bleeding with a cloth he had.
“I told you,” he breathes, but his voice cracks around the word. “Your hands are too precious.”
You try to pull back, but he doesn’t let you.
"I'm fine." You tried again, but it was even less convincing than the first.
His heartbeat is fast, it’s the longest interaction you guys had. “Look at me.” he whispers into your ear, you felt your whole body shiver. “You can’t keep ignoring me like this.”
“Yes I can.” And you could, but you sadly weren’t so simple.
You try not to look, but it’s hard not to look straight when he’s the one holding you. When you looked up finally, you notice how his composure was gone, no elegance left. Your hand trembles against him.
“I thought if you hated me, you’d stay away. You’d be safe.” His thumb presses lightly over your knuckles. He already explained this before, the first day even.
“But that also meant you stopped loving me,” he continues, voice rough. You didn’t have the heart to correct him. “And I don’t know how to breathe when you do that.”
Tears formed in his eyes before yours, you could hear it in the way he breathed.
“I need you to look at me again,” he whimpers, a choke at the end. “Even if you’re angry. Even if you hit me. Just don’t treat me like I’m nothing.”
That’s his real fear.
His grip softens, but he doesn’t let go.
“I love you,” he says, steady now.
A shaky breath was let out, but this time it from you. “I hate you so much.” You breathed, but despite your words your head sinked into his shoulder. “You can be so cruel.”
In other words, I love you too, but I’m still mad.
He brought a hand to your back, hesitating before it settled there permanently.
SABO
The room had settled into an uneasy quiet.
Sabo had work stacked higher than usual, little casualties have been popping up and it’s been taking a toll on the moral of everyone.
You were there anyway, for him.
Your head laid against his desk, watching him with that soft patience he never seemed to earn but always received. When his ink slipped and a word smeared across the page, you let out a quiet laugh, already half stood to fetch him a fresh sheet.
But that was it for him.
“Don’t you have something to do?” He asked, it felt a lot more sharper than anything. He was tired, frayed at the edges. “Instead of hovering around me.”
Ah.
You blinked once, like you hadn’t quite processed it. Then you pushed yourself up slowly from the chair, the echo of it filling the silence. “I.. yeah.” A pause. Breath catching slightly. “I’ll see you around, Sabo.”
The door clicked shut.
At first, he told himself it was better this way, less pressure on both of you.
If anything, he thought it was a good change at first. You began matching him more, the work, the missions, the way you bit your pen when you thought.
You guys began living the same life style, but not in the same life.
When you passed him in corridors, your eyes didn’t linger anymore. No small smile. No teasing remark under your breath.
He started noticing things he hadn’t before.
How often you had been the one pulling him out of his own spiral. How often you had made the room feel less like an office and more like somewhere people could still breathe.
And now you weren’t doing that anymore.
Because of him.
He didn’t look at the chair at first. Because that chair was yours, literally. You brought it in a random day and it never left.
When he finally did, it stood out more than it should have, pulled close to his desk, slightly angled, like it had been part of the room’s routine. Like you had been still here with him.
Not once did he touch it, hoping one day you’d just be there.
And still, he didn’t say it to your face.
—
Koala didn’t bring it up gently, that wasn’t in her nature. She banged the desk, grabbing his attention fast.
He stared, a bit shock.
“Sabo, the girl used to live in your presence.” she scolding pulling his cheek, hard. He whined a bit. “She could barely even joke with you without worrying you’d push her away again!”
His fingers tightened slightly against the paper in his hands, the worst part was this was something he didn’t even think about.
Koala exhaled, softer now but no less firm. “Can’t you see how much she’s doing for you?”
His gaze drifted from her, back to the chair.
—
It took him longer than it should’ve to find you. Not because you were avoiding him, you weren’t. You were exactly where you always were, but still completely different.
When he stepped into the room, you didn’t look up. Not even once.
He brought a chair with him, it scraped across the floor like any wood on wood interaction. You paused for half a second, then kept writing. He brought it closer anyway and sat right beside you.
Then he leaned forward until he could rest his head on his arm against the edge of your desk. That made your pen stop, but you still didn’t look at him. He exhaled through his nose, something almost bitter at himself.
“I keep thinking about that day,” he admitted, eyes fixated on something near your hand. “Your presence was never the problem, I should’ve never made you think it was. If anything, I was.”
Silence stretched again, but he knew you were listening at least. He shifted his body, slower this time, and rested his head fully on your desk. “I don’t want this version of us to be the only one that exists,” he said quietly.
Then, after a breath that sounded rough, “I don't want this to be it.”
Finally, you did look at him, head tilted slightly to his side. Your eyes were much duller now, they looked tired, much more tired than him. He noticed your chapped lips, messy hair, bruised finger. All of his faults.
You saw apologies you never thought could be said through just an expression.
Carefully, he reached up and let his fingers slip into your hair, smoothing the ends. Holding on to you in anyway he can, and you leaned into it, not completely.
Because you were still here.
And this time, he wasn’t going to act like that didn’t matter.
ACE -
You popped up behind Ace with a bright yelp, grabbing both his shoulders hard enough to jolt him forward. He gasped, nearly dropped what he was holding before realizing it was you. “You trying to kill me?”
“Not yet.” You stepped back dramatically, hands on your hips while you turned side to side. “For now, answer me. How do I look?” You asked, looking up with a mischievous grin.
You’d actually tried to impress him. Fixed your hair. Change your outfit. Put effort into it. The kind of effort that makes your stomach twist because you care who’s looking. You cared if he was looking.
Ace blinked, looked once, then again. “It’s.. different.”
Different.. what does that mean?
Silence.
You waited, but nothing followed.
“..Thanks.” You smiled anyway, a tight one that fought to frown. He nodded like he’d done his job, walking away with a silent goodbye.
It was fine, didn’t matter.
You told yourself you can move on, but all you remember that night was scrubbing your face, throwing the clothes, and never considered doing it again for your own sake. Why? Because you cared too much.
The next day, you wore something that didn’t risk that embarrassing pause. It was dull, something you found in the back of the laundry. You didn’t even like how it looked.
And when the days followed, you began expressing that same color.
Ace didn’t even think anything about it, he didn’t mind as long as you were comfortable. He thought you were, he really did.
—
Izou started off softly, a genuine worry masked as an innocent question. “What happened to her cute outfits?” He asked, leaning against the wall. “I wanted to learn a thing or two.”
Ace stiffened, then thought about it. Really thought about it, or specifically that day. He remembered the way you’d looked at him, hopeful. Expecting something more than a passing comment.
And yeah. He’d panicked.
Not because you looked bad, because you looked good. It was different in a way that made his brain short circuit and his mouth betray him.
But it was the fact he didn’t correct himself instantly is what brought him here.
He realizes that change you made wasn’t for comfortability, but because Ace was dumb enough to not notice.
That you did it for him.
—
Ace found you later, leaning against the railing, a hint of déjà vu from when you met him here days ago. It took you a second to register him, and even then you were pretty dismissive.
He stood there awkwardly. “That thing you wore the other day.”
You froze but kept your voice low, avoiding that hopefulness in your throat. “Yeah?”
“It wasn’t bad.”
You stared at him, the wind pushing a strands of your hair across your face the longer he waited, he wasn’t even close to grasping how small he might look like right.
"You.." He looked away from you, tapping on the railing with this restless motion. “You looked good.”
That was his honesty, that was his a dirty secret. God he was pathetic.
“I’m not good at pretty words,” he admitted. “But I don’t ever want you thinking I don’t like the way you are. Or the way you try. I..” He swallowed. “I really liked it.”
There it was.
Your smile came easier this time, still small, a little bit hesitant. “Why’d it take so long to say it?”
He gave you a look, accepting every step he was allowed. “I know.” He kicked lightly at the deck, looking at you softly. "My favorite was two weeks ago, definitely that one. I noticed my name on your nails—.”
“Shut up.”
LUFFY -
You used to talk with your whole body. You’d lean into him without thinking, knee knocking his, like you guys were kids again. “But he still lives,” you said chuckling, smiling down at the page. “He’s a pretty tragic character, I didn’t expect it to get so dark.”
You looked up and Luffy wasn’t looking at you.
“Oh,” he muttered. “That’s cool.” The wind filled the silence. You waited for the follow up he’d ask. The confused question. Anything. He sighed, “Ya’ done yet?”
You smiled like your feelings weren’t hurt.
“Yeah, there wasn’t much.” you said, the book closing with a soft thud. He didn’t notice how small you sounded. “I’ll see you later, Luffy.”
That was the last time you went to him with a chapter still warm in your hands.
And he didn’t worry about it.
Luffy didn’t notice absences the way other people did, mainly because you guys were apart of the same crew, so that distance wasn’t much. But, he’d look to his side sometimes, expecting your elbow in his ribs.
He didn’t know why that bothered him, not yet.
—
The ship stopped at a new island for a restock. Luffy walked down the stands, a certain group catching his eye. It was a book promotion, about the one you wouldn’t shut up about.
He tried to remember the last time you wouldn’t shut up about anything.
The last time you’d tugged on his sleeve. The last time you’d sat next to him with that look in your eyes like you were about to explode with something you couldn’t keep in.
Robin watched his expression shift. Watched the confusion settle, then the sadness. “Luffy,” she said carefully, “when’s the last time she talked to you about a book?”
That caught him off guard.
He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
Luffy tried again. “She.. she hasn’t lately.” He stated quietly, and that felt weird to say. You guys talked daily still, that wouldn't change. But it wasn't the same.
Robin tilted her head. “Hasn’t? Or stopped?”
The noise of the market suddenly felt far away.
He replayed it, you on the deck, smiling down at the page. He remembered saying it, but he didn’t remember what your face looked like after.
And that was all it took for him to run back to the ship.
_
He reached the library, breathless by the time he opened the door. You stared at him in disbelief, watching as he stubbornly sat right next to you with his hands in his lap. You pulled the book in your hand closer.
“Something wrong?” You mumbled, each inch you leaned back was an extra two inches he leaned in.
“Tell me about the book.”
You blinked. “What?”
“I want you to ramble to me again.” He whined, a frustrated hand trembling in his lap.
“You were the one who looked bored.” You stated bluntly, ending with a sigh. "You don't have to listen—“
“But I’m not!” He retorted instantly, a slight crack in his voice. “I miss it when you came to me. I know, I struggle to look interested.. and sometimes I get distracted.” He began the useless rambling. “But! But.. I really like when you get excited.”
You both stared at each other for seconds too long. He wasn’t done talking, but he wanted to know if you were still waiting for him. Your gaze softened, feeling a light tremble in your lips.
So he continued.
“I don’t know why.” He frowned, answering the question your face expressed. “But still, I remember things. Like how you like uh.. uhm laya’s..”
“Laios.”
Your favorite, he knew him despite his selective memory.
SHANKS -
“You’re not the only woman in the world.” Shanks gave a low chuckle into his drink like it was nothing worth holding onto.
His shoulder brushed yours on purpose, fingers lazily grazing your hand as if he already expected you not to pull away.
“A man like me can’t be tied down.”
Translating to, he doesn't want anything serious.
The words should’ve been light, it was a joke after all. But every joke had an underlining truth, like when he said it to you. You stared at him for a second too long, jaw locking as you forced out a scoff. “I’m not trying to tie you down.”
You pushed back from the table. The chair scraped. “I’m going to the ship.”
He didn’t say anything, eyes lashes fluttering as he watch you slowly leave through the door.
After that, nothing changed for him for the following month. It looked like that at least.
You stopped letting him touch you, everytime he nuzzled your face, wrap his hands around your waist, you would brush him off. He would flirt with you at times, and you stared at him in silence until it got too awkward- and so on.
All the dumb shit you used to put up with all because you liked him.
And it got to him.
Shanks brushed a finger against the table, a long strained groan leaving his lips. He misses you, but in a weird way where you were there, but just not his to take. He didn’t notice what changed, not yet.
He laughed at that thought, not even realizing no other woman besides you has been in his mind for as long as this, as desperately as this.
“Shanks.”
He jumped out of thought, slowly turning around to face Beckman. “..yes?”
“Quite frankly we don’t care about your woman life. It’s not our business.” He was honest, brutally honest, and somehow the emperor knew what was coming already. “But don’t be surprised when you treat the girl like a one night stand and she doesn’t put up with you.”
Shank’s blinked, mouth slightly parting with nothing coming out.
“I wouldn’t—” But he did, that’s exactly what it sounded like that night. He swallowed whatever spot was in his mouth. “She doesn’t want me.”
Excuses.
“She did want you, Shank’s.” He huffed, light frustration in the tone of his voice, translating it from a womanizer to a yearner. “So do something about it, yeah?”
—
You were sitting on a crate, head tipped back toward the sky, pretending you weren’t waiting for anything. He stopped behind you, far from silently.
You finally looked up, meeting a sullen look in his eyes, it looked like regret. “Captain?”
“I haven’t had a one night stand in weeks.” He whispered, like he was trying to joke and failed halfway through.
Huh.
You only chuckled, the one people force. “A fuck isn’t happening,” you said sharply, standing up. “Nice try, though.”
“What? No.” He stepped forward too fast. “That’s not what I meant.”
You blinked, a part of you shaken from his rare honesty. Or rather you were afraid of it. “Then what was it?”
“I’m sorry.”
Your hands tightened at your sides, you knew exactly where this was coming from, and you weren’t ready for it.
“I miss when you looked at me, not like others.” He exhaled, annoyed with himself. “I like when it’s just us, I don’t care what you call it, or what it was. I just..”
He stopped, but he was already too far in.
“I want you close,” he said instead, simpler. “Not like everyone else.”
But nothing was matching up with what he’s said already.
“I thought I couldn’t tie you down.” You breathed, a hitch in your throat.
How gazed softened, finding somewhere to leave his hands that wasn’t on you, he landed on his belt. It wouldn't be necessary though. “I was wrong—“
Your hand lifted before you could think, pressing against his mouth to stop him from saying something else that would undo you.
Shank’s eyes deepened, unexpectedly, he caught your wrist.
He held it there, slowly kissing your palm with a softness you didn’t know he had in himself. It was something he’d been trying not to do for a long time.
“I’ll make it right,” he said against your hand, voice low.
You didn’t forgive him, but you didn’t walk away either. And he made sure you’d never regret that decision of letting him closer again.
A/N: I hope everyone saw that dungeon meshi sneak and started cheering like how I did. Thank u for readinggg this was actually really fun to write
It’s been a while yall. And it will probably be a while longer!
I am moving out in the next month, so while I’m getting that in order, I will be taking a break from writing fanfiction. I hope to be back as soon as I can!
Has anyone ever told you that you are TRULY just a little guy, the babiest boy, the worlds tiniest crumb, the ibbyest bibbi, a little itty bitty newborn baby deer that is still wet from the womb but doing it’s damndest to learn how to stand? Bc you are 💕
I mean this so genuinely and in the most loving way possible
HIIII 💞 im sorry if your request isn't open, and btw i really love your fics! Especially sanji and you write him so well 😭 SoOoO i want to request modern au where reader gossiping with sanji about her college drama when they supposed to go to bed! (Im srry if it sounds weird, english is not my first language) Idk where i get this idea but its pretty cute!
Thank youuu🥺💓
late night yapping
a/n: hi pookie, sorry this took so long but i finally wrote it 😭 i probably made this way more silly and ridiculous than i planned, but i had fun writing it so i hope you like it too!! pls enjoy 🫶🏼 also your english is completely fine, don’t worry!! this wasn’t a weird request at all lol. i was going for a cute romcom vibe with this <3
your dorm room is dark except for the little yellow lamp by the bed. the clock on the wall says 2:13 a.m. and sanji is supposed to be asleep.
he is not asleep.
because you are laying on his chest talking for the past forty minutes straight about your college drama while he holds you like you are the greatest thing that has ever happened to him.
his fingers are rubbing little circles into your back under your hoodie while he listens very seriously like this is life or death.
“and then,” you whisper dramatically, sitting up a little, “she posted a picture with my sweater on.”
sanji gasps like somebody just told him the world is ending.
“your sweater?” he says slowly.
“my sweater.”
“the cream colored one?”
you point at him immediately. “yes! see? you pay attention!”
“of course i pay attention to you, mon amour.” he says it sleepily while brushing your hair away from your face. “continue. this woman sounds dangerous.”
you snort.
“she is dangerous. because why are you wearing my sweater if you told everyone you hated me?”
sanji narrows his eyes. “hm. psychological warfare.”
you burst out laughing so hard your forehead falls into his shoulder.
“stop making it sound serious!”
“it is serious.” he says, offended. “first she steals your sweater. next thing you know she steals government documents.”
“sanji!”
he grins against your forehead and pulls you back down against him. his arms wrap around your waist immediately like he physically cannot stop touching you for longer than two seconds.
“okay okay. continue, sweetheart.”
you sigh dramatically. “and THEN she had the nerve to ask me for my notes in class.”
“absolutely not.”
“EXACTLY.”
sanji shakes his head against the pillow. “the audacity. if someone stole my girl’s sweater and then asked for notes, i would fake my own death before helping them.”
you laugh again.
he smiles softly hearing it.
he looks so warm right now. messy blond hair. sleepy eyes. one arm under your neck and the other around your waist. he smells like laundry detergent and the vanilla body wash he uses. every few minutes he kisses the top of your head without even thinking about it.
you keep talking anyway.
“and you know what usopp said?”
“what did usopp say?”
“he said maybe she just likes my fashion sense.”
sanji goes silent for a moment.
then he says very seriously, “that was the stupidest thing i have ever heard.”
you wheeze into the blanket.
“i KNOW.”
“your little friend has no survival instincts.”
“he really doesn’t.”
sanji rubs his eyes tiredly but keeps staring at you attentively like every word out of your mouth is important.
“did you at least get the sweater back?”
“no.” you groan. “she said she forgot it at home.”
“liar.”
“THANK YOU.”
he nods immediately. “criminal behavior.”
you are laughing so hard now your stomach hurts.
sanji smiles proudly like he is happy just because you are happy.
“wait,” he suddenly says. “is this the same girl who cried because the cafeteria ran out of garlic bread?”
you stare at him. “how do you remember that?”
he looks confused. “because you told me.”
“that was three months ago.”
“and?”
you blink at him for a second.
he blinks back.
then he softly pokes your cheek. “i remember everything about you, sweetheart.”
your face gets warm instantly.
“you’re cheesy.”
“only for you.”
you groan loudly and hide your face in his chest.
he laughs quietly, deep and sleepy, hugging you tighter.
“you love it.”
“…maybe.”
“mhm.”
you stay quiet for exactly five seconds before lifting your head again.
“OH and i forgot the worst part.”
sanji immediately prepares himself like a soldier entering battle.
“tell me.”
“she started dating my ex.”
his jaw drops open.
“WHAT.”
“YEAH.”
“the ex who thought tax forms were optional?”
“THE SAME ONE.”
sanji actually sits up this time. “baby that man once microwaved a fork.”
“i KNOW.”
“he asked me if alaska was connected to the moon.”
“STOP REMINDING ME.”
sanji falls backward onto the bed laughing so hard he almost cries.
you smack his chest while laughing too.
“you dated him for eight months,” sanji says between laughs.
“i was going through something!”
“clearly!”
you both keep laughing until your stomach hurts.
after a minute sanji pulls you back into his arms again, kissing your forehead.
“you deserve better anyway.”
you smile against his hoodie. “yeah?”
“obviously.” he says. “you have me now.”
you roll your eyes affectionately. “wow. humble.”
“extremely.”
you tilt your head up at him. “you know you could’ve gone to sleep like an hour ago right?”
sanji shrugs like it is nothing.
“why would i do that when i could stay up listening to you?”
your chest feels all warm.
“even when i’m rambling?”
“especially when you’re rambling.” he mumbles sleepily.
his chin rests on top of your head while he pulls the blanket over both of you.
“i like hearing your voice.”
you melt instantly.
then two seconds later you gasp dramatically.
“WAIT I FORGOT TO TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED IN BIOLOGY LAB.”
sanji closes his eyes.
“…this sounds horrifying already.”
“this girl accidentally set her sleeve on fire.”
his eyes snap open immediately.
“WHAT.”
“and then somebody threw a yogurt at it.”
“a yogurt.”
“a strawberry one.”
sanji stares at the ceiling in silence for a long moment. then he whispers, “college is a terrifying place.”
you laugh so hard you almost fall off the bed.
he catches you immediately.
“careful, sweetheart,” he murmurs softly, tucking you safely against him again. “can’t have you dying before you finish your gossip.”
“you’re enabling me.”
“absolutely.”
the clock now says 3:02 a.m.
neither of you care.
especially not sanji, who is already half asleep but still nodding seriously every time you continue your stories like they are the most important conversations in the world.
arts degrees r so funny because you go in class and theyre like What Is A Poem? we dont know for sure... and then moral of the story is we don't know what a poem is. and then the worst part of it is that theyre right
comforting them after a nightmare brings back memories of their trauma.
m.list
pairing: various x fem!reader
content: heavy hurt/comfort
featuring: luffy, zoro, sanji, and law
monkey d. luffy
the sunny was way too quiet for a middle of the night. usually, you could hear zoro snoring or franky making some weird metal clanging noise in his sleep, but tonight the air felt heavy and cold. you couldn't sleep at all because you just had a bad feeling in your stomach.
when you walked out onto the grassy deck, you saw a shadow sitting by the figurehead. it was luffy. he wasn't wearing his hat, which was the first sign that something was really wrong. his shoulders were shaking so hard and he was making these tiny, broken gasping sounds that made your heart feel like it was being squeezed by a giant hand.
"luffy?" you whispered, stepping closer.
he flinched, his whole body jerking like he’d been struck. when he turned his head, his eyes were wide and watery, looking right through you. he looked like he was still stuck in a dream.
"is he... is the fire out?" luffy mumbled, his voice cracking. he looked down at his hands, rubbing them against his shorts like he was trying to wash something off. "i couldn't... i couldn't pick up the vivre card. my hands wouldn't work. why wouldn't they work, y/n?"
your heart shattered. you knew exactly what he was seeing. he was back at marineford. he was watching the magma and the fire and the brother he loved more than anything disappear.
you didn't say anything because you knew luffy hated talking about sad topics and usually just hid it behind a big smile and a laugh. instead, you walked over and sat right next to him, pulling out a giant piece of bone-in meat you’d swiped from the fridge.
"i brought you a snack," you said softly, holding it out.
luffy looked at the meat, then back at you. normally he’d dive for it, but he just stared at it with shaky breath. "i'm not hungry," he choked out. he actually said he wasn't hungry. that's when you knew it was really bad.
you set the meat down on the grass and did the only thing you could think of. you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a super tight hug. you buried your face in his shoulder, letting him feel that you were real and you were right there.
at first, he stayed stiff as a board. but then, he let out a huge, sobbing gasp and buried his face in your chest, his rubbery arms wrapping around you so tight you could barely breathe, but you didn't care. he was crying into your shirt, the fabric getting all wet.
"it's my fault," he sobbed, his voice muffled. "i'm the captain and i'm supposed to be strong. i'm gonna be king of the pirates but i couldn't even save him. i was right there. i was right there and i let go. if i was stronger... if i didn't trip... ace would be here."
you squeezed him even tighter, rocking him back and forth on the grass under the moonlight. "luffy, look at me," you said, pulling back just enough to hold his face in your hands. his big eyes were overflowing with tears. "it wasn't your fault. you hear me? you did everything. you went through hell to get to him. ace chose to protect you because he loved you. he wouldn't want you sitting here thinking it was your fault."
"but it hurts," luffy whispered, a big fat tear rolling down his nose. "it hurts so much right here." he thipped his chest, right over his scar.
"i know it hurts," you said, your own voice trembling because seeing him like this was the worst thing in the world. "but you aren't alone anymore. you have me. and you have the crew. we're gonna stay with you forever."
luffy sniffled loudly, wiped his nose with his sleeve, and looked at you for a long time. he reached out and grabbed the meat you brought, taking a small, shaky bite. he chewed slowly, then leaned his head back onto your shoulder.
"thanks, y/n," he muttered, his voice sounding a little more like himself. "you're real nice. stay here until the sun comes up?"
"i'm not going anywhere, luffy," you promised, kissing the top of his messy black hair.
he ate the rest of the meat while you held him, and eventually, his breathing got slow and heavy as he fell asleep in your lap, finally safe from the nightmares.
roronoa zoro
the ship was dead silent, but the air felt sharp, like the edge of a blade. you woke up because you heard the heavy creak of the door to the men’s quarters. when you peeked out, you saw zoro walking toward the deck. he didn't have his usual cool walk; his steps were heavy and he was gripping the hilts of his swords so tight his knuckles were white.
you found him sitting against the mast, staring out at the dark ocean with his one eye looking all glassy and far away. he looked exhausted, like he’d been fighting a war in his head.
you didn't want to startle him because he’s always so guarded, so you walked up slowly, holding a bottle of the good sake you’d hidden away just for him. you sat down next to him without saying a word and held the bottle out.
zoro blinked, looking at the bottle and then at you. he took it, his fingers brushing yours, and he took a long, deep drink. he didn't even say thank you, but you could tell he was glad you were there by the way his shoulders finally dropped a little bit.
"the dreams again?" you asked softly, looking up at the stars.
zoro went really still. he stared at his boots for a long time, the only sound being the waves hitting the side of the sunny. "yeah," he finally rasped. his voice sounded like it was coming from the bottom of a well. "the stairs. the sword. it’s always the same. she’s just... gone. and i’m still here."
it hurt your heart to see him like this. zoro was always the strongest one, the one who never complained, but right now he just looked like a boy who lost his best friend.
"was it her?" you whispered.
"yeah," he said, and his voice cracked just a tiny bit, which made you want to cry. "it's been so long but it feels like it happened yesterday. i promised her, y/n. i promised we’d be the best. but sometimes i feel like i’m failing."
"you aren't failing, zoro," you said firmly. you moved closer and wrapped your arms around his big, warm arm, leaning your head on his shoulder. "you’re the strongest person i know. you’re going to be the greatest swordsman in the entire world. i know it, and she knows it too, wherever she is. you’re carrying her dream and yours, and you’re doing a really good job."
zoro didn't say anything for a minute. he just took another sip of sake, but then he set the bottle down and did something he never does. he reached over and pulled you into his lap, tucking your head under his chin. his chest was so solid and warm, and you could hear his heart beating steady against your ear.
"you talk too much," he muttered, but his voice was thick with emotion. he squeezed you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck for a second. "but... thanks. i needed to hear that."
you didn't push him to say more because you knew how hard it was for him to even say that much. you just stayed there, wrapped in his arms, feeling the cool night breeze. the silence wasn't heavy anymore; it was nice and peaceful.
slowly, you felt zoro relax against the mast. his breathing got deeper and slower. you were so comfortable and felt so safe in his arms that your eyes started getting heavy too. you snuggled into his chest, and right before you fell asleep, you felt him rest his cheek on top of your head, holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world.
when the sun started to peak over the horizon, the two of you were still there, fast asleep on the deck together.
blackleg sanji
the kitchen was usually the warmest place on the ship, but when you walked in, it felt cold and lonely. sanji was sitting at the table, his head buried in his hands, and his fingers were clawing at his scalp right where that horrible metal helmet used to be. he was shaking so hard the chair was rattling against the floor.
you didn't say a word at first. you just walked over and reached into his pocket to find his favorite lighter. you pulled a cigarette from his pack and clicked the flame to life. the little glow lit up the dark room.
sanji jumped a little, but when he saw it was you, he let out a long, shaky breath. he leaned forward and let you light the cigarette, his eyes looking all red and puffy like he’d been crying in the dark. as soon as the smoke drifted up, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into him, hiding his face against your stomach.
"sanji, look at me baby," you whispered, running your fingers through his soft blonde hair. "look at me. you aren't there anymore. the helmet is gone. you're on the sunny, and you're safe."
he looked up at you, and the look in his eyes made you want to sob. "but what if i end up like them?" he choked out, his voice sounding so small and broken. "what if the science takes over? i felt it in wano... my body changing... becoming a monster like my brothers. i don't want to be a cold-blooded freak."
you shook your head, holding his face between your hands. "you won't. remember back in wano when you unlocked those powers? you proved everyone wrong. you kept your human heart, sanji. nobody can ever take your kindness away from you. not even judge."
"but i still have their powers," he whispered, a tear finally spilling over and hitting your hand. "my mom... she gave her life to make sure i stayed human. she died preventing this, and now i'm using the things she hated. i feel like i failed her."
"no, sanji, that's not true," you said, leaning down to press your forehead against his. "i know it's scary, but you still live with your mom’s heart because you chose to be different every single day. she gave you her kindness, and it's so big that it's stronger than any science. you could never be like them. not when you have the biggest human heart of anyone i've ever met."
sanji let out a broken sob and squeezed you even tighter, burying his face back into you. he stayed like that for a long time, just breathing you in and letting your words sink in. he started kissing your hands and your wrists, over and over, like he was thanking you for saving him from his own head.
"i don't deserve you," he mumbled into your shirt, but he sounded a little bit more like the sanji you loved.
"yes you do," you smiled, wiping his tears away with your thumb. "now, i've got an idea. let's go cook a giant meal together. i'll help you chop the veggies. i know it always makes you feel better to be in your kitchen."
sanji looked up at you and gave you a tiny, real smile—the first one all night. he stood up, still holding your hand like he was afraid you’d disappear, and kissed you softly on the forehead.
"okay," he whispered. "let's make something special. just for us, my love.”
the two of you spent the rest of the night in the warm glow of the stove, the smell of good food filling the air until all the bad memories of germa felt like they were a million miles away.
trafalgar law
the yellow submarine was always a bit chilly at night, but the air in the infirmary felt like ice. you found law sitting on the edge of his bed, his signature cap off and his dark hair all messy. he was staring at his shaking hands, his breath coming in short, sharp hitches like he was running out of air.
you had a warm cup of herbal tea in your hands, the steam rising up in the dim light. you walked over quietly and set it on the nightstand, then sat down right next to him. you reached out and placed your hand over his, feeling how cold his skin was.
"law?" you said softly. "was it corazon again?"
law flinched at the name, his shoulders hunching up. he didn’t pull his hand away, though. he gripped yours back so hard it almost hurt, but you didn’t let go. your thumb traced the tattoos on his knuckles. “i can still hear the gunshots,” he rasped, his voice sounding raw. “every time i close my eyes, i’m back in the chest. i’m listening to him die while i’m just… crying. even now, with doflamingo gone… it doesn’t stop. i’m only alive because he’s not.”
the guilt in his voice was so heavy it made your eyes sting. you knew law carried the weight of the whole world on his back, but this was the heaviest part.
"law, stop. okay? just stop," you said firmly but gently, moving so you were right in front of him. you took the tea and pressed it into his hands so he had to feel the warmth. "cora-san would not want you to think that way. he didn't give his life just so you could spend the rest of yours feeling like it was a mistake that you survived."
law looked down at the tea, his jaw tight. "he sacrificed everything for a brat like me."
"he died so you could live, law. not so you could feel guilty," you whispered. "he died with honor, and he did it because he loved you. you were the closest thing he ever had to a son. he wanted you to be free, not a prisoner to a memory."
law’s bottom lip trembled just a tiny bit, which was a lot for someone as serious as him. he set the tea down with shaky hands and suddenly leaned forward, burying his face in the crook of your neck. his long arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his lap as he hid from the world.
you felt a few hot tears hit your collarbone, and you just held him, rubbing circles into his back. law didn't say anything for a long time, he just held onto you like you were his anchor in a giant storm. you could feel his heart rate finally starting to slow down against your own.
"he'd be proud of you, you know," you murmured into his ear. "for everything you've done. for being the man you are."
law pulled back just a little, his eyes looking less haunted than before. he leaned in and pressed a long, lingering kiss to your forehead, his eyes closing. "thank you, y/n-ya," he breathed out, his forehead resting against yours. "stay with me? i don't want to go back to the dreams."
"i'm staying right here," you promised, and you both laid back onto the small bed, law holding you tight against his chest until the morning light finally chased the shadows away.
