Imagine Sanji confessing to Zeff that he wants to marry youâŠ
Zeff was tired of the flirting. There was something going on between his sous-chefs and as sweet as young-love could be, Zeff was concerned that you both were dancing in circles.
Sanji had just given you a flirtatious comment before you headed out of the kitchen for more icing sugar. The blonde cook was beaming, his smile reaching his eyes until he turned and came face-to-face with Zeff.
âLast night, what were you doing in the kitchen so late?â Zeff demanded.
There was a small flush on Sanjiâs cheeks. A heated kiss had him lean in closer which pressed your back against the counter...
Zeff noticed the distant look and pinched the bridge of his nose. âNever mind, I donât want to know.â He grumbled. âStop messing around in my kitchen when youâre feeling lovestruck.â
Sanji narrowed his eyes at his father-figure. âDonât you worry about that. Once Iâve asked Y/n to marry me, we wonât need to sneak around.â
Zeffâs eyes widened. The silence between them was thick despite the banging of pots and pans around the various cooking stations. He grabbed Sanjiâs elbow and quickly pulled him towards his office.
Pushing the boy inside, Zeff locked the door. Thoroughly surprised, Sanji whirled around. âWhat are you doing? I wasnât finish-â
âThis isnât a joke, Sanji.â Zeff frowned, his voice slightly raised knowing that they couldnât be overheard. âAre you really thinking of proposing?â
Sanjiâs mind wandered into an imagination where you baked pastries with his ring on your finger and his hard expression softened. He stepped forward and pointed to the door where he knew you were busy working away.
âThat out there is the most kind soul I have ever met. I would go to the ends of the Earth for them. I would give up my dreams to find the All Blue in a second if they asked.â Sanji declared. âAll my life, itâs been a raging whirlpool of pain, chaos and anger. And every time that I think Iâll drown, Y/n reaches in and brings me to life.â
Zeff had seen Sanji go through the many phases of affection before you came along. And he had never seen something like this before. The devotion he had to you was fierce as it was intense.
Resting his hands on his hips, Zeff stopped scowling. âIâll take that as a âyesâ.â
Sanji had also calmed his emotions. He took a seat at the empty table, leaning forward and resting his arms against the wood.
âIâve been wanting to propose for months. I have the ring and everything.â He said sadly. âI almost dropped on one knee in the pantry but-â
Zeffâs face scrunched up. âAlright, I really donât want to know about what happened in there.â He said effectively diverting the conversation away from that singular event.
Sanji shook his head and glanced at the door. âI almost did it last week too but that stupid pirate captain kept stealing Y/n away to compliment the dishes.â
It was clear that Sanji wanted to marry you. And Zeff, despite constantly being frustrated by the two of you, couldnât be happier. He had hoped for Sanji to experience a love beyond cooking and you were the perfect choice.
Sanji lowered his head. âGo on. Tell me that you donât think I should.â
Zeff moved forward and slowly took a seat opposite the young man. âI canât, Little Eggplant. Iâve watched you persevere against impossible odds and I think that if your heart and your head are both aligned in this decision, then the only way is forward.â He supported.
Sanji looked at the man in awe. He certainly hadnât been expecting the response. But appreciated it nonetheless.
âWe should probably head back. Canât have you going soft on me, old man.â
Zeff leaned back in the chair. âWouldnât be a good look.â He stood up as Sanji did the same. âBut at your wedding, Iâm doing the cooking because your talents, Little Eggplant, are abysmal.â
He walked by the blonde-cook. Sanji tilt his head and smirked. âOnly if my other half agrees.â He quipped and paused his walk. His stomach flipped as he said those words - his other half. There was something about it that made him feel warm and safe.
Zeff looked back to give a witty reply but saw Sanjiâs expression. His âLittle Eggplantâ was no longer a bratty child (on his good days).
âApples.â Zeff stated loudly to snap Sanji from his frozen state. âYou and Y/n can take the day tomorrow to sail out and replenish the stock that you damaged.â He opened the door a smidge, letting the noisy kitchen drown his next words. âAnd donât bother coming back until thereâs a ring on their hand.â
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A/n: This was oneâs been in my drafts for two years! Itâs time to see the light!
Imagine youâre out on a Saturday night working, coming back from a botched pizza delivery where they skimped you on the tip when Yandere!Mafia Boss mistakes you for their new hire hacker and drags you inside HQ.
Youâre a lil bit confused but one look at the coffee table filled with weapons displayed like theyâre decorative center pieces and you figure maybe itâs best not to say anything.
Except suddenly theyâre plopping you down in a chair and saying something about a test run to try out your skills. Thatâs when you finally break and calmly suggest that maybe they have the wrong person.
But Yan!Mafia Boss doesnât even hear you as he stares at you with hearts in his eyes, letting out an empty laugh like youâd just told the most hilarious joke. From the moment he saw you idly standing by outside he knew you were the one, you had to be. His gut was never wrong.
So you really didnât have much of a choice. They said something about hacking into a police station to free some of their guys but next thing you knew the computer was blaring loud, flashing red, and tell you your signal was being traced.
Yan!Mafia Boss didnât seem as bothered by it as you were, simply asking what couldâve gone wrong.
âSir, I just work at a Dominos,â you reply.
Yan!Mafia Boss throws his head back, releasing a hearty string of laughter. He claps you on the back so hard you jerk forward and sputter over your pleas for release.
âThat's brilliant! Make sure to stick to that story when the police arrive,â he says through his laughter, looking like he doesnât have a care in the world now that heâs got you on his team.
The ones who plead with you as you hide behind a locked bathroom door, begging for you to please let them back in. The ones that make you your favourite foods over and over until they can cook it perfectly, hiding all the burnt mistakes inside the bins. The ones who come home every day with gifts in and because they missed you so much during their eight-hour shift.Â
The ones who hold you so sweetly every night, hoping one day you'll aclimitise enough or become so touch starved that you eventually reciprocate their hugs. Maybe one day those hugs can evolve into more, into bare skin against bed sheets and breathlessness, but for now you allowing yourself to be held is a luxury they hold deeply against their hearts every night. Its progress from at first, when you first woke up in a home that wasn't yours, kept in a guest room until you were settled enough to move into the master bedroom.Â
Everything was taken at your pace, he is patient, and he wanted so hard to prove how patient he can be, thinking of you, knowing just how much he cares for you than perhaps you can stop being so terrified of him. Don't you know, sweet thing, that he would sooner burn off his own hands than ever lay them on you in anger? That he'd sooner cut off his tongue and feed it to himself before yelling at you or calling you something he would never dare say before his mother? How mother raised him right after all, raised him to be gentle and kind, he could never disgrace her memory and how hard she worked for his sake to ever harm you. He begs you to understand that no matter what you do, he would never dare to hurt you. He sits you down one night and makes a promise on his mother's well-kept grave that if he ever were to lay a finger on you in violence, then he will unlock the door and allow you to leave him. Because by the lord, he already doesn't deserve your sweetness in his life, and if he can't be grateful for you, he will not allow himself to have you. That was the first night you slept soundly beside him.
And he tries, you have to understand how hard he's trying for you, he doesn't expect you to be grateful. In fact, he expects you to hate him, to curse his name out and fight back like a cornered dog. He doesn't deserve any better than that treatment from you; he knows full well what a selfish, irredeemable man he is. How you were all set to live a beautiful life, but he stole you away from your rightful future because he could not stand that that future could never include him, as he wants to be included. Not as your friend, co-worker, or a stranger on the bus, he could never accept that role from the fates. So instead, he stole your fate from you.
You had so much promise, didn't you? So much potential? All that means nothing now as you lie down beside him on the couch, watching an old DVD copy of your favourite childhood film, the bright colours clouding together from behind your stifled tears.
Imagine being stuck with the duty to feed Buggyâs headâŠ
There was no other choice but to use Buggyâs head for information on finding Nami and Arlong. And as the rest of crew came to terms with Luffyâs plan, a very important point came to your mind.
âQuestion, donât we have to feed him?â You asked, hand raised.
Buggy rolled his eyes at you, âWell my body doesnât have a mouth, does it?â He snapped.
You opened your mouth to bite right back but Luffy approached and pat your back, âIâll leave that with you.â He beamed and happily left the galley.
It was most unhelpful but you let Luffy slide given that he came up with the plan to use Buggy. And so, you looked at the remaining crew members.
Zoro shook his head immediately and began his exit. âI donât think so.â
You turned to Usopp. He gave you a nervous laugh. âSee, I would but Iâm afraid of losing my hands and well, a sniper needs his hands.â He rambled and quickly scrambled after the swordsman.
Left with Sanji, you sent him a shrug in question. The cook stepped towards you and rubbed your arm, âI need to catch some fish for dinner.â He explained apologetically.
âBut youâve got this. And if he tries anything,â Sanji sent a warning look towards Buggy, âIâll make sure that tonightâs dessert special is âFried Clown Head Ice-creamâ.â
