sometimes you’ll make mistakes. you’ll fall into old patterns again. what matters is that you pull yourself out of them. that you accept and forgive yourself. that you realise a slip up doesn’t mean you’re back where you were. that you’re still moving forwards. that you’re okay.
synopsis; zoro realized he was making it all up in his head
2.02k words | warnings; angst | with roronoa zoro (they/them reader) | zoro masterlist
❀ this idea was created by @nil-deathsmoke
zoro stares with an unamused glare as sanji guides you around the kitchen, his hands placed delicately on top of yours as you stir the stew and dice the vegetables for tonight's meal. your goofy smile makes the swordsman sick to his stomach, he feels the need to choke down his sake to keep himself from saying a word.
“tastes perfect; doesn’t it, y/n-swan?” sanji coos, lifting the wooden spoon to your lips to allow you a small sip of the warm broth. you moan at the savory taste, wrapping your arms around sanji’s neck to hug him.
“it’s delicious! thank you for letting me help,” you smile.
zoro’s jaw clenches when the happiness washes over your face while you’re in his arms. it was an uncontrollable reaction and if sanji himself weren’t so lovestruck by your affections, he would notice zoro’s murderous gaze in his direction. despite the weight and heat of his stare, he couldn’t pull his eyes away from either of you no matter how many knots his stomach was in.
“dinner is served!” you yell, signaling those who weren’t occupying the galley. you set bowls in front of each of your crewmates, the steam wafting into their faces as an onslaught of compliments begins even before they had a chance to pick up their silverware.
soon, the dining table is rattling with content soup-slurping and light chatter amongst the group. with everyone wrapped up in their own conversations, no one had noticed zoro’s absence that had begun at the start of the meal. rather than sitting in his chair and watching sanji spoon-feed you the delicious meal you had prepared, zoro opted to eat his dinner in solace, alone on the main deck.
the chilly autumn weather proved fatal to his once hot, steaming meal now leaving the contents a cool, mushy mess, but to be honest he wasn’t that hungry anymore anyway. his bulky body creaks the sunny’s rails as his entire weight is pushed into it, a frustrated groan leaving his body.
as much as he hated to admit it, nami and usopp were right and now he was too late. had he confessed his feelings much sooner, like the two had warned, maybe it would be zoro’s arms that you cradled yourself into and not sanji’s. he just thought there would be more time, maybe he would’ve been able to come up with the right words to say or any idea on how to say them. but by the time he had the slightest bit of hope, he had already found you with that idiot of a cook.
every night when he can hear sanji’s name escape from your lips, zoro curses himself for not mustering up the courage sooner.
“the food was that bad, huh?” you tease, bundling yourself underneath a sweater to brace against the weather.
zoro tsks, shaking his head, “no, just got a lot on my mind tonight.”
you raise a brow, leaning right next to him as you overlook the same view he is. zoro peeks over at you, every word he’s ever wanted to say to you bouncing around his head. your hands are unbelievably close to one another, fingertips mere centimeters away from each other, and just as he gets the guts to reach out, a familiar flick of a lighter halts him from doing so.
“y/n, my sweet, you ready to go?” sanji asks. blowing out a ring of smoke, he holds out his hand to you with a cigarette between the fingers of the other. you nod your head sweetly causing zoro to cringe at both the ease of sanji’s actions and how unreluctant you are to accept them.
“where the hell are you guys going at this hour?” zoro questions, letting the jealousy seethe through his words without giving it a second thought. it’s not until seconds later that he bites his own tongue to stop more venomous speech from spewing out at the cook.
with an irritated glare, sanji eyes zoro’s stoic expression with curiosity; he was rather curious when it came to you lately and it did not go unnoticed. “i’m taking them out dancing and for a drink or two. why do you want to know?” he bites.
zoro’s free hand balls up into a fist as he can feel the jealousy that courses through his veins. he can only shake his head ‘no’ as he restrains himself from revealing anything incriminating.
“thought so,” sanji mumbles as he escorts you off the ship and onto the dock below. zoro turns away every time sanji decides to glance back at him with an amused smirk. it was like he knew.
his brown eyes follow the two of you until you’re out of sight, the vein in his forehead throbbing watching that blond-haired bastard’s hands roam your back and waist.
he knows it’s torture, like a cruel joke the universe wanted to play on him for being too stubborn.
hours pass and the night turns into the early hours of the morning as it nears two. he normally wouldn’t be so eager to volunteer for night watch, especially when a warm bed sounded much more appealing than waiting for you to come back half-naked with sanji following quickly behind. but he couldn’t help himself, the desire to know that you’re back on the ship safe and sound was more important than the disgust that would unwillingly overtake his body.
with his head pressed against the window of the crow’s nest, zoro’s eyelids lazily fall and then blink wake once again. his yawns echo across the empty room as he watches the waves crash and descends onto the rocky shore, almost in a daydream-like state. that is until he notices someone come from over the hill on the other side of the dock.
zoro sits up when he realizes it’s you, and you alone, that’s stumbling around. the gravel beneath you doing you no favors as you hold onto your shivering body, wanting to get back to the ship as fast as possible.
in a hurried rush, zoro returns to the main deck, helping you back onto the ship. he can feel his heart twitch when he notices that you had been crying.
“y/n? are you okay? where is sanji?” he asks, realizing that your sweater was inside out, and your hair in slight disarray.
you sniff slightly, sadly meeting his eye before pointing to the galley. nodding at your silent request, he awkwardly follows as you flip the lights on, retrieving yourself a cup of water.
zoro sits impatiently at the counter until you join him, resting your tired head on his shoulder. he stiffens at the action, and he has no doubt that you could feel it too, so to calm his nerves you place your hand on his tense bicep.
“so, uh, do you want to tell me what’s going on?” he quietly questions. he feared that if he were too loud, you’d remove your delicate presence from him.
your lip trembles as you slowly open your mouth to speak, “sanji, he…” you hiccup. “he told me to come back to the sunny after i found him kissing other people,” you reveal, digging your face further into zoro’s shirt.
again, he can feel the vein in his forehead throbbing along with his eye beginning to twitch. he knew that dumbass cook wasn’t right for you, but to hurt you this much? zoro was fuming.
“why am i so stupid?” you say, slurring your words together. your voice relieves zoro of any and all anger he was building up, he couldn’t even be mad when you’re the one who was hurting and pleading with him to help you feel better. his entire body softens, relaxing every muscle as he watches you pick your head up to meet his eye.
zoro could feel himself, once again, at the mercy of your big, beautiful eyes.
you run your palm along his arm until you’ve interlaced your fingers together, which he gladly accepts by tightening his hold on you.
“you’re not stupid. you just have stupid taste,” he jokes, hoping to ease the tension with a half-hearted jeer. his smile grows when he notices you haven’t taken offense and had begun laughing yourself.
he could smell the alcohol on your breath and by the slur of your speech, it’s obvious you’ve been drinking quite a bit. it was like you were torturing him; teasing him for your own pleasure, but when your soft fingers were brushing against his skin like this, he had a hard time caring.
“you deserve better,” zoro coughs out, trying to hide it by acting nonchalant. you giggle against his arm and your warm breath sends goosebumps across his entire body. when you don’t pull away, or say no, he continues, “i mean it, you know.”
you nod, only half agreeing with what he was saying, before leaning your face even closer to his. both yours and zoro’s breathing are heavy, as his eyes nervously glance between your lips and your eyes.
“yeah? well why don’t you kiss me about it then?” you test, smirking slightly. zoro swallows harshly before reaching to hold the back of your head and smush your lips together.
despite the alcohol content of his body being zero, he felt drunk; intoxicated by the soft, supple feeling of your lips, how they move so keenly against his like they were meant to be together. it was better than anything he had ever dreamed, from the way your fingers run through his short, green hair, to the way he cups your plump cheeks to refuse you from pulling away.
the imaginary fireworks that he always dreamed of shoot off in his head as he breathes heavily the moment you both pull away.
“how about let’s get you to bed, y/n? we can talk about this when you’re sober, how does that sound?” he questions, aiding you to your feet and into your shared room with nami and robin.
you feverishly nod, cuddling into your blankets before drifting off to sleep. zoro leans down placing a small kiss on your forehead before making his exit.
when he closes the door as quietly as possible, he smiles to himself, feeling the uncontrollable heartbeat in his chest.
the next morning, zoro is the first person at the breakfast table, surprising everyone because he’s almost always the last. each time the door creaks open, he finds himself looking up just to see if it’s you.
no one notices his odd behavior besides sanji, who knows that zoro’s out of his mind to go after you. “hey moss-head, go wake y/n if you’re so excited to see them,” sanji calls, smiling to himself. zoro doesn’t even have time to retort anything back as he jumps from his seat to go get you.
his heavy hands knock on the door and after hearing a light, “come in,” he enters seeing you rummaging underneath your covers.
“hey zoro, what’re you doing here?” you ask, brushing your messy hair away from your face.
he chuckles, sitting on the edge of your bed, “i wanted to come to get you for breakfast, and maybe talk to you about, uh, last night,” he hopefully murmurs, messing with his thumbs.
you furrow your brows together, “what about last night? i went out with sanji, last night?”
the seriousness in your tone causes zoro’s stomach to do a flip as he immediately stands to his feet. “you—you don’t remember anything else about last night?” he asks in almost a pleading tone.
you look around, thinking for a moment before shaking your head. zoro can feel his face heat up, surely turning a bright red hue to match. a sharp pain strikes his heart as he realizes that just as you say to be, your face matches your clueless expression.
“uh, nevermind. breakfast is ready, so hurry before it gets cold,” he grumbles before hastily making an exit.
you shrug your shoulders, feeling a strange tingling sensation on your lips. you brush it off, beginning to get ready for the day.
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Can I get some ANGST with Zoro and Sanji walking in on their F!S/O about to hang themselves? I completely understand if you are not comfortable with this. But if you are uncomfortable please tell me.
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I really appreciate you being my first request. It truly did mean a lot, I thought nobody liked my write that well to request. So I am grateful. I really wanted to write something for you, but I can't think of anything that would happen in this situation. I am very sorry that have to say this and please forgive me. I must decline the request. I am sorry.
paulie with a one-sided crush on gn!reader.
he's not sure how to adjust to the idea of his morals not matching yours and it hurts so, so much. but if it means having you by his side smiling, paulie thinks he won't mind if he can't live life how he wanted to. requested by @nil-vinsmoke.
Paulie's not sure when he fell in love with you, but he can't help but think it's both a horrible and amazing thing. There are days when seeing you wander around Dock 1 with curious eyes and an amused grin at all the work going on around you makes his heart flutter at how adorable you were, and there are days when seeing the sight of you standing a little too close to any of his co-workers make his stomach churn and turns him nauseous out of horrible, horrible jealousy.
He wants to believe he's a chaste man who doesn't indulge in love-at-first-sights or fall-in-love-with-someone's-mere-appearances, but then, you were promoted up to Dock 1 from Dock 5 and now you were everywhere he went. It's only natural that he finds himself interested in you -- but Paulie doesn't like the way you make him want to go against his morals, the way you make him want to do things in a way he's been taught not to.
You were special to him, all right. You made him feel emotions that conflicted with one another; you made him want to experience an easy-going love that ends with marriage at its own, comfortable pace, but at the same time, you made him want to experience a hasty, overwhelming love that ended without any promises.
Maybe you don't realize it, but you're ruining Paulie and turning his life upside-down.
Almost everyone in Galley-La knows how down bad he is for you. At first, Paulie had declined all allegations held against him, giving a swift kick at anyone's head who dared tease him about -- but now he can't find it in himself to hit anyone back anymore, only retorting with a dull insult. He can't deny the fact he's interested in you, but he wishes he could deny the fact you were making him rethink his principles.
In all honesty, Paulie thought he had a shot with you. You two got along well, you two have worked together, and you two have dragged each other to each other's homes after a particularly rough night of bar hopping. All the conversations he had with you felt natural, felt like home -- and then one day, Paulie fucked up and decided to bring up the topic of marriage.
"I'm not really looking to marry; I don't think I'm cut out for the commitment it takes," you say with a hum, and that sentence is what breaks Paulie.
He had every plan to confess to you, enter a relationship with you, get married and have a lovely little life together. That was what his guardians had told him was the best thing in life; being able to settle down with a loving spouse for his entire life. It was embarrassing to admit the fact he had even daydreamed about saying wedding vows while facing each other under an arbor.
A bitter feeling is left on his tongue throughout the next few days. It's not like he could blame you for the way his heart feels so heavy in his chest, but... he just wishes everything could have gone as he planned in his head. Paulie doesn't want to date just to break up and forget each other's existence when it goes wrong, he wants to date to marry, to find a partner for life, and you're perfect for him.
But of course, he doesn't want to force his own morals onto you. It's fine, really, it is -- not everyone wants to marry, some like to live their lives without strings attached, and Paulie can't say shit about it 'cuz it's not his life, even if it irks him to no end.
It's because he loves you that he wants to respect your morals, but it's also because he loves you that he wants you to change them. But there was in no way he could ask of such things -- he just knows it'll end up with him being called way too old-fashioned, way too prudish by the people around him.
And it's because he loves you that the way his heart thumps faster against his ribcage won't disappear every time he thinks of you, it's because he loves you that he can't seem to try to get rid of his feelings for you, it's because he loves you that... he might change his principles instead, even if it makes him feel sick.
He loves you, he really does. But if he can't get with you and have the happy ending he wants, then perhaps Paulie could get the happy ending you want with him... that is if you wanted him like he wanted you.
It hurts, if Paulie's honest. It hurts that he won't be able to call you his spouse or won't be bound together with a promise, but he loves you, so maybe, he's going to be fine as long as he has you. Even if it means having to throw away the happy ending he's been thinking of ever since he found himself falling for you, he'll be fine with living with your morals if you're happy, too. He thinks.
Time passes before he's fully come to accept that he won't be able to live life like he wanted, but that's okay. Each time he sees you smile like the sun, each time you wrap your arm around his shoulder and drag him off to the underground casinos on days off, Paulie believes he'll be fine with you. As long as he can be yours and call you his, even if you're not bound with wedding vows, his heart will always be yours.
So, he shoots his shot.
Paulie's hands are clammy as he forks over cash for the bouquet he buys with the intent to hand it over to you and his cheeks are a bright, cherry red when he spots you waiting at the spot he had told you to wait at yesterday. He's replayed this scene in his head over and over, thinking of all the different ways it could go right, thinking of all the different ways it could go wrong.
His heart feels like it's about to beat out of his chest when he approaches you and you look at him confused, wide-eyed. Paulie tugs at the collar of his shirt, clearing his throat to break the silence. "So, [Name]..."
"Paulie," you say in return, grinning the same grin he fell in love with the first time he saw it on your face. "Y'know, with how you're not exactly hiding that bouquet of flowers behind your back and how you're well-dressed for once, it looks like you're 'bout to confess your love for me."
Those words make Paulie choke up. He almost wants to say it's all a prank or that he's just asking you for advice before he heads off to confess to an imaginary crush, but he can't bring himself to, not after he's spent so, so long thinking about you and his future with you.
"I love you," Paulie says, mustering all the courage in his heart. He reaches for your wrist and places the bouquet in your hand, entangling his fingers with yours. Everything but your face, your shocked expression is a blur to him. "I love you so, so much and you have no idea. Do you... like me, too?"
A few seconds pass and Paulie's heartbeats feel like a ticking timebomb, anxiety piling up in his gut as he tries to maintain eye contact with you. It must be surprising, it must be a shock to you, but fuck, Paulie's determined to be yours no matter what --
"I," you begin and your voice is taut. Paulie doesn't like it. "I'm sorry. I'm not even... I'm not looking for a relationship right now and I'm not interested in dating..."
And then the bouquet in your hand drops to the ground as your hand pulls away from his. His eyes immediately locked onto the bouquet on the ground, the flower's petals slightly battered, and Paulie almost wishes this was all a dream. A simple dream where he'll wake up to your sleeping face right in front of him, in the bed of the house you two shared, the house you two bought after getting married.
Oh, who was Paulie kidding? He never had a chance in the first place, and all his thoughts, all the nights he spent worrying about his principles and yours, all the days he spent daydreaming about being with you and living a happy ending...
title: bittersweet #03 (3/3)
characters: vinsmoke sanji/f!reader
desc: you find him. and you won't let him go anymore. a continuation of bittersweet, read it first before reading this.
In hindsight, it probably wasn't a good idea to punch a member of an infamous pirate crew in front of the said crew.
Sanji falls to the ground with a groan, hands clutching at his face, and it brings a sense of relief to you. After all this time, all these months, you were finally with him -- and the first thing you did was throw a punch straight into his jaw. The goal you've kept to your heart while sailing through inclement weather and while shoving pirates off your boat in an attempt to protect yourself was now accomplished.
You blink as you stare at Sanji's wincing body. What... now?
The Straw Hat pirates are on edge, eyes narrowed at you, and most likely ready for a fight. You want to say that you don't care about what happens to yourself anymore now that you've managed to do what you've always wanted to do for the past few months, but you are not a suicidal idiot. Perhaps you were an idiot for sailing into seas normal people wouldn't all for a boy, but there was a difference. You think.
"Hey, why'd you hit Sanji!" a man with a long nose yells, peeking out from behind the ship's main mast. When you glance over in his direction, he squeaks and completely hides behind the mast.
Sanji groans in pain right by your feet. Serves him right. "It's complicated," you say cautiously and back away slowly until your back was against the railing. "But he deserved it."
"You tricked us into thinking you were some injured person lost at sea!"
"Well, these bruises aren't fake, but yes, I did." You awkwardly flash the friendliest smile you can muster as you notice a few of them have taken out their weapons. "Now, now, let's not get too overzealous here..."
Straw Hat Luffy stares you down, frowning. You realize the predicament you're in and your blood runs cold; you're on Straw Hat Luffy's ship, with a crew that won't hesitate to go against the World Government, and definitely won't hold back against a stranger like you.
"Why'd ya hit him?" asks Luffy, arms crossed, and you swallow hard at how his words seem to pierce you. So this was the boy that Sanji chose over your promise...?
"He broke a promise he made with me," you answer promptly, but refuse to divulge the little details. They don't need to know you went through everything you've been through just to give him a taste of his own medicine. "A promise he broke by joining you guys."
The captain makes a noise of disapproval. "Well, I dunno what you want, but you're not gonna take Sanji away from us. He's ours."
You blink once, twice in confusion. Take... Sanji... back...?
It makes sense why'd they assume you were here to steal Sanji, you realize. Not everyone would sail the Grand Line for a boy they liked -- emphasis on the past tense -- just to sock him in the jaw. But you had no intention of taking Sanji back or forgiving him. You think.
"Listen, I only have business with Sanji here, and now that I've done it, I'm ready to leave."
A reindeer points an angry hoof at you, and you don't even know how to react to the damned animal on board speaking. "As if we'd forgive you for hurting him and tricking us!" it squeaks, voice high-pitched. "Don't worry Sanji, we'll teach her a lesson and--"
"Don't hurt her," a worn-out voice interjects. "My dear has done nothing wrong."
From the ground, Sanji hacks in pain, but he's already trying to get himself on his feet. Your heart flutters at the sound of the pet name coming out of his lips, just like how he said it when you first met him at the Baratie, first made you fall hard for him.
"Sanji, she punched you."
Sanji now stands tall with his back facing you. He extends his arm out to protect your form and stomps his foot on the ground. "I know my love wouldn't hurt me if it wasn't warranted," he says, "so please forgive her."
"Fine. But if she ends up stealing our money, you're dead, Sanji," an exhausted voice threatens. You hear one of them sigh hard and it leaves you feeling slightly apologetic; you fidget on the spot, heart thumping loud in your ribcage from Sanji's actions and anxiety from injuring a member of a notorious pirate crew.
Amidst others disbanding, returning to their own activities, you glance back at your ship -- was it really fair to part your ways after a mere punch? The trip from the East Blue to the Grand Line was something you'd never forget; there were cultures that were different from the ones you were used to, there was food you had never eaten before, and there were people whose stories were worthy enough to be retold to children as tales.
Returning to the East Blue might be a waste of everything you've accomplished on the sea, all thanks to... Sanji.
You look back at the man. He was rubbing at his jaw, cursing under his breath at what was most likely the pain -- and it feels suffocating how close he was, how he's with you once more.
You hate this feeling. You had told yourself over and over that you wouldn't trust people who used flattery to mess with others, yet you hadn't listened to your own words and ended up with a broken heart -- but here you were, wanting to ignore your own words and wanting Sanji.
"Sanji," you say carefully. The sound of his name has him wide-eyed, staring back at you, and you feel like you're burning hot just from his gaze. You... missed this feeling. "I... I think I'm going to go now."
An uncomfortable silence settles, clashing against the sound of the waves and the voices of his crewmates playing around on the deck. You can't stand looking at his face or listening to his words -- the same face, the same words that pulled you in and left you out hanging.
"I was really happy that day at the Baratie, you know," you continue, getting into position to hop back into your boat from the railing. The boat that had sailed all the way just to find Sanji. "And I know I might be stupid for coming all the way here just to hit you but I was so mad, so, so, mad that I fell for you hard and it was so irritating--"
A hand pulls you back from the railing and presses you against Sanji's firm chest.
"Stay," you hear him say, the sound of his heartbeat getting faster and faster against your ears. The smell, the damned smell of his cologne feels so nostalgic, reminding you of your time at the Baratie, of his honeyed words. "Please, my dear, even just for a while -- just... stay."
It’s sickening, really. You’ve never thought of yourself as an easy woman, but there’s something about the way Sanji's voice trembles as if he was baring himself for you, showing you his raw emotions, that has every drop of hatred you had for Sanji slowly morph into the same type of sick, puppy love you had for him when you had first met him.
"...Okay. Let's talk in my ship," you acquiesce, giving into Sanji, into the way your hearts are beating steadily, into your unvarnished feelings for him.
-
It's the first time Sanji's stepped foot onto your ship, you realize as you guide him to your cabin. He doesn't utter a word as you show him around the ship -- "Here's the wheel, I'm mostly laying on the deck beside it... here's the large, unwashable stain from when I spilled juice on board..." -- and lead him inside, into the dining room.
You take a seat on the sofa. Sanji stays standing up, leaning against the table, taking in the interior. Or avoiding your gaze.
After a short pause, his shoulders sag and he sighs. "I'm sorry," says Sanji.
I'm sorry could have a lot of meanings. Perhaps he's sorry for breaking his promise with you, or perhaps he's saying sorry because he doesn't want to be here with you right now. A lot of thoughts are running through your head at Mach speed, especially superfluous ones that make your eyes tear up, but you swallow hard and try not to cry in front of him. "...I'm sorry for punching you, too."
The same excruciating silence from earlier fills the room once more. Sanji coughs, almost purposefully just to break it, and finally makes eye contact with you. There's an unanalyzable sadness in his eyes that make your thoughts head in an all-new different direction: did he miss you? Did he suffer as much as you? Was he attracted to you as much as you were attracted to him?
"So, how's that old geezer, dear?" Sanji enquires as he shifts against the table, but it doesn't sound like the question he truly wants to ask.
But you answer anyway, too afraid to face the truth that you're still so, so head over heels for him. "He's doing fine," you say, reminiscing the memory of chefs calling out Zeff after you had visited the Baratie for the 24th time in a month. The old man had terrified you at first, but soon, you found yourself growing on him. "Zeff was the one who encouraged me to go after you, actually."
You hear Sanji chuckle. To your surprise it's not forced at all, rather almost... slacken. As if he was getting comfortable with you. "Knowing him, he probably did it as a reminder to never hurt a pretty lady."
"So you do know what you've done," you snap a little too bitterly, a little too abruptly, because Sanji's posture returns to being tense, uneasy. "Sorry. Didn't mean to come off so irritated."
"No. no. I deserve it, my love. Don't hold back," Sanji assures, but he doesn't even try to continue the conversation.
You tap your fingers against the fabric of the sofa, frowning as Sanji seems to squirm even more. "I'm starting to get a feeling that you don't want me to be here."
When he doesn't answer, you feel your heart shatter into pieces. The same feeling you had felt when you had arrived at the Baratie with the intent to meet him once more, only to find out he had left without a single word left for you. Although your hatred had fueled you enough to sail the seas for him, your love was now fueling how much you hurt from his distant behavior.
Then, Sanji speaks up: "When I said stay, I meant it, dear."
"Then make it feel like you want me to stay then, asshole," you retort. The way your voice almost cracks in the middle of your words makes you want to curl up and hide in shame, but you can't. You won't hide from Sanji, and you won't let him hide from you anymore. "You can't just feed me a lie and expect me to believe it."
"Tell me everything you want to say, tell me everything that's going through your head," you say, and it almost sounds like you're begging. In a way, you are; you want to know Sanji, you want him to trust you, you want to love him as much as he loves you. "Please. Sanji."
You hate it. You hate how he's left you feeling like this, you hate how much he's always had so much control of your emotions starting from the first time you had met him. You hate the way you're pleading for him to open up to you, you hate the way you find yourself getting up to sob into his chest, you hate the way he's holding your head gently.
"...anything for you, my love."
You wish you could say you hated him, too.
-
You spend a good hour sobbing into Sanji's suit as the both of you sat down. He tells you how he fell in love at first sight when he laid eyes on you, of a boy in a straw hat inviting him into a pirate crew, of how he spends every waking hour being clawed at by guilt.
There's a sense of comfort in knowing that you weren't the only one that hurt.
As Sanji continues on, telling stories of the islands he's been to, telling you that he'd love to bring you those islands for a date, you entwine your fingers with his, and you smile against his chest when he squeezes your hand in silent reaffirmation. A part of you still refuses to forgive him for leaving without a single word, but the other parts of you are so, so lovesick for him that you can't bring it in yourself to care right now.
Eventually, Sanji gets called to cook dinner -- you frown as he gets up, feeling a certain deja vu when you suck it up and say it's his job as a chef to cook for the hungry. But he smiles, flashes such a charming smile at you that makes you think you're in the same room as the sun, and says, "I'll come back here, so wait for me, darling."
The words you had once said to him were now words being repeated to you. Even if you're giddy enough to feel like you're floating on cloud nine, the ache in your heart that remembers the bitterness you felt when you returned to the Baratie only for Sanji to be gone has you nervy and on edge.
As you hear the sound of Sanji's crew laughing and enjoying their dinner from the deck of your little ketch, you grow a little bit more fretful as the minutes pass. You check on the rope tying your boat to the Thousand Sunny's, you rearrange the silverware in your cupboards -- fuck, you even contemplate if you should attempt to get rid of the juice stain on the deck.
He's only another boat away, you mutter to yourself. But the apprehension inside of you grows larger and larger, making you think ludicrous thoughts; what if you closed your eyes, their ship would be gone? What if this will end up just like the first time? What if everything you had done to get here was for nothing?
Then, you hear the sound of someone hopping onto your ship.
"Sanji?" you ask carefully, peeking out from the cabin door. Anxiety had you staring outside the window for what felt like hours, trying to drown out all the noise in your head.
And there Sanji is, holding onto stacked trays of food as he sports the same smile he had shown you before he had left. "Yes, [Name], my love?" he responds, and your almost knees buckle at the way he says your name. "I've made a meal just for the two of us to enjoy, so would you be a dear hold the door open?"
You smile back at him as you're put at ease. It would take a lot of effort, trust, and cooperation to maintain a relationship with him -- and you were okay with that. You two didn't have the most perfect beginning, but you're okay with that, too.
title: bittersweet #02 (2/3)
characters: vinsmoke sanji/f!reader
desc: your anger drives you to search for him, to give him a lesson on misleading people. a continuation of bittersweet, read it first before reading this.
A year. It had been almost a year ever since you had met him at the Baratie.
You don't know what to do with yourself anymore, don't know why you've managed to stay this fixated on a broken promise with a man who might not even remember you anymore. His name is almost everywhere nowadays, whether it be in the newspaper or through gossip you hear at the islands you take a stop at.
The easiest thing would be to give up on him, forget about the Baratie, but you can't bring yourself to do it -- he might have broken the promise, but you'll keep yours.
Even though you know Sanji won't ever come back to the Baratie, you find yourself dining at the restaurant. The head chef and other staff have grown to recognize you, always seemingly calling out a cheerful, "Heya, [Name]!" whenever your ship docked beside the Baratie, letting you stay past closing time just to chat or hang around. To the other chefs, it might just seem like you adored the Baratie's cuisine -- but to the Head Chef, you knew that he knew the true reason you found yourself coming back to the Baratie every moment you could.
"Little girl," you hear Zeff say behind you. There's no one else in the dining room except you and him, all the other chefs either in the kitchen or retired to their bedrooms. "I think you should move on, y'know. He ain't coming back any time soon."
You stared down at your half-empty glass of juice. No matter how many times the other chefs try to replicate the drink Sanji had given you that day, nothing compared to Sanji's. "I like the food here," you say pointedly.
"Thanks, we take pride in our cooking," the old man says with a chuckle. After coming here consecutively for two years, you've grown fond of him, and the way he treats you differently from other customers. "I heard he's already crossed the Red Line with his crew."
"I know," you reply sharply. You didn't want to come off as irritated whenever someone mentioned Sanji around you, but it was unavoidable -- you had never thought of yourself as someone who'd be so weak against simple flattery, but you were weak enough to fall hard for him, and still, be waiting even a year later.
Sighing, you take a reluctant sip from the glass. Zeff's stare feels heavy, suffocating -- was he pitying you or thinking you were stupid to wait for a boy you had only met once? You can't find it in yourself to care about how he thinks of you anymore, you just...
You just want to meet Sanji again.
Maybe... maybe you should give up, you think to yourself. All your other attempts at forgetting him were futile; he always seemed to linger at the back of your head, and when he wasn't, someone in your surroundings would be talking about him. It was impossible to avoid him, his name, his damned face. You want to forget, you want to have it in your heart to break the promise, too, because he's the one who broke in in the first place anyway --
"I'll hook you up with some gear to get you through the Red Line. It's better to sail after that eggplant rather than moping around here every day."
Your head snaps to look at Zeff, wide-eyed in shock. "What... do you mean? Sail after him?"
Zeff smirks and strokes at his facial hair. There's a look in his eye -- a look that seems like he's got a devious, magnificent plan storming in his head. "You're a single-handed sailor, aren't ya? Never seen anyone with you."
Although you did have a town to call home, most of your life was spent out on the sea, on a ketch you thought of as your own treasure. You had first come to the Baratie after managing to come into a surplus of money from the odd jobs you worked here and there, and ever since Sanji had left, you found yourself focusing on work even more to keep his existence off your mind, which lead to amassing a large amount of savings.
You nod in reply meekly, and he guffaws boisterously, patting you on the head with his hand. You flinch at the sudden touch, but smile awkwardly and look up through your eyelashes at the old man's grinning face.
"It takes skill to navigate the seas," Zeff says. He says it like he's got experience, like he's been sailing on the wild seas before in a past life. "Your little boat isn't too shabby either, it should last even in Paradise if you know what you're doing."
"I've never sailed to the Grand Line," you tell him, trying to convince him that his idea is absolutely insane. Sure, you could sail through storms and alike in the East Blue, but there was no way you, by yourself, could cross the Red Line and navigate through the Grand Line by yourself! "You -- you think my ketch can withstand whatever goes on in that place?"
"Heh." Zeff ruffles your hair and leans down until you're faced eye-to-eye with him. His grin fades, now replaced with a much, much more serious expression that leaves you breathless, feeling like you're treading on dangerous waters.
"I know what it's like, kid," says Zeff, stern. Your eyes widen as you begin to connect the dots, realizing that he wasn't saying words without any experience. "Sending a normal little kid out to the Grand Line is the same thing as sending them to their doom, but you're a tough kid, aren't you?
"I... can hold my ground," you answer reluctantly; there are so many thoughts going through your mind, each and every thought more and more complicated than the last, overwhelming your senses.
Zeff pulls back, huffing with his arms crossed. "You're gonna go after that little eggplant, got it? We'll take care of your rations for now, and I'll give you a few tips on sailing those damned waters."
You swallow hard, the inside of your head all muddled and incomprehensible. The logical part of you said it was ridiculous, a simple death wish to sail the Grand Line just for a boy who called you his darling -- but the emotional part of you wanted to give Sanji a good ol' sucker punch for breaking the promise he made with you.
A hesitant grin breaks onto your face, almost manic.
"Please help me sail to the Grand Line, because I'm going to get his ass!"
-
Guilt claws at him every waking moment.
Even though Sanji finds himself laughing along with his newfound friends and enjoying his days as a pirate, every day, disgrace pulls at him and leaves him feeling so... empty inside, like the sinner he was. He was taught by Zeff to never hurt a woman, to never make them cry, yet here he was, sailing on the Grand Line, miles away from the woman he promised to meet once more.
The thought of your pretty face spilling tears for him, desperately asking the staff through tears on the Baratie where he went makes his heart ache -- he tosses and turns in his hammock, restless at the idea of his darling hurting, hurting because of him. He finds himself going through packs of cigarettes faster than normal when he dreams of you, of your flustered cheeks and expressions, cigarettes amassing in the room's ashtray.
While he doesn't regret joining Luffy's crew, he regrets breaking his promise to his darling, and the guilt ruins him, fills him with self-hatred. He can't dare confess the crime he's committed to his dear nakama -- a liar, a traitor doesn't deserve to be on the future Pirate King's side, let alone be cried over by a pretty girl.
Sanji feels like he's been plunged underwater, his thoughts and emotions a mess. A part of him curiously wonders what you're doing now; were you still sailing that boat of yours with a smile? Had you been to Baratie once more? Did you find another man -- god, the thought of it just makes him sick -- and forget about him as you should?
Were you... still waiting for him?
As if. A traitor like him has no right to hope for such things.
-
Getting through the Red Line and into the Grand Line was a terrifying experience for you -- even if Zeff had taught you everything he knew about sailing the precarious waters, you were still terrified to the core, shrieking like a banshee when your ship flew up into the air on Reverse Mountain.
A few weeks ago you had thought you'd never be able to singlehandedly get to the Grand Line, yet here you were, manning the helm on stormy days and relaxing on the deck while munching on jerky during sunny days. You feel like luck's on your side, having never encountered a sea king which would kill you yet or ran into strong, infamous pirates who'd also kill you.
Although your trip has been going well, stopping at islands here and there to restock your supplies and such, you could never seem to escape from Sanji's name or face. When you had stopped at Drum Island to restock on medicine just in case you ever ended up severely hurt, the residents speak of a blond man with his pirate crew saving the country without ever saying his name, but you know who that blond man is, along with his captain.
Every time you hear about the Straw Hat Pirates, frustration piles up inside of you, pulling you taut and leaving you stressed as you passed through several islands. Although your ketch wasn't very fast, you knew that Sanji and his friends were riding a caravel, meaning that it wasn't impossible for you to catch up with them on an island, or even on the sea.
Yet no matter how many times you recalculated your route, took shortcuts, or avoided docking on land just so you won't risk slowing down, you never seem to quite catch up to Sanji and his crew. When you land on islands they've stopped at before, you hear the residents speak of him, of the Straw Hat Pirates, and you always end up leaving with a bitter taste on the back of your tongue.
You were so, so close to him, yet so, so far.
The further you sail into the Grand Line, the more trouble you find yourself in. Second-rate, vain pirates try to plunder your ship more often, leading you to frequently injure yourself in attempts to protect yourself, your ship, and your goal of giving that blond bastard an uppercut to the jaw. The Grand Line's weather grows more and more unpredictable, making sailing much more exhausting than it normally was.
But you push forward, through rainy, tempestuous nights that make you think you'll end up as debris underwater and through run-ins with greedy pirates that have you bruised black and blue over. There are days you just... want to give up, forget about your grudge against him, but on other days, you're absolutely determined on meeting him once more.
Then, on a day where the winds are weak and the sunlight is scorching hot against your skin, is when you see through your spyglass from the front deck: a Jolly roger with a straw hat, displaying itself proudly on an enormous brigantine that could destroy your ship if it were ever to collide.
Adrenaline flows through your veins, a deranged grin breaking onto your face. You finally had it -- you finally managed to find him, his crew, and you were going to confront him for everything he's done to you.
With the winds not strong enough for you to navigate yourself to their ship, you settled for another plan. One that would require a bit of lying and trickery, but nonetheless, a plan that would define beyond doubt work, knowing Sanji and the Straw Hat Pirate's reputation.
-
He's on lookout duty, leaning against the railing of the Thousand Sunny when he sees it in the corner of his eye: a ketch floating on the sea, familiar enough that it bothers him but not familiar enough for him to remember quite exactly where he feels like he's seen the same boat before.
Sanji pulls away and looks over in the direction of Usopp, Luffy, and Chopper. "Hey, does anyone have the spyglass?" he yells, unable to peel his gaze away from the boat as if his subconscious was terrified it'd disappear.
"Here!" Usopp yells back and throws a spyglass at him; Sanji promptly catches it and nods in thanks. "Make sure not to lose it, Sanji!"
"Yeah, yeah," Sanji says coolly, waving Usopp off as he adjusts the lens of the spyglass. There's something about the ketch that tugs at his strings, at the guilt he's been trying to kill for the past few months. It leaves him unsettled that he remembers that boat, but can't remember it either.
When he finally looks through the spyglass, he realizes why.
It's almost like a dream, really. It's as if he's been pulled out of water, everything coming together in a way that makes Sanji wonder if this is a cruel joke God is playing on him or if it's a blessing God has given. He almost drops the spyglass, stupefied when he finally becomes aware of why he felt a sense of familiarity towards the ship -- especially its owner, the woman he had met, betrayed back at the Baratie.
He sees you; a bruised up you, hanging off the edge of the boat, almost as if you were unconscious -- and it's what sets off the panic in him. Why were you in the Grand Line? Why did you look so beat up? Why did he manage to meet you once more?
"Guys!" Sanji yells, trying to ignore the way his voice trembles. He doesn't know how to feel about his current situation; he feels too raw, too exposed to his own emotions in a way he despises, but it's you, you, the girl of his dreams. "A boat at 8 o'clock with an injured woman on it!"
While everyone scrambles beside him, curious about the ship and injured being, Sanji feels like the world is simultaneously ending and beginning once more for him. He's vaguely aware of Luffy snatching the spyglass from him, he's vaguely aware of the sound of Franky steering the sheep, and he's vaguely aware of Chopper running around with his medical supplies.
His heartbeat thrums in his ears, faster, faster; all the pent-up guilt inside of him flows out and he feels sick to his stomach, sick of himself. His knees buckle as the Thousand Sunny gets closer to the ketch, his breath hitches when Luffy throws himself at the boat and comes back holding your body, and... his heart shatters when he sees you, bruises and dirty bandages adorning your pretty skin.
Sanji swallows hard. He knows that Nami's saying he looks a little pale, asking why he seems so distraught -- but fuck, how could he not be when it's you right in front of him?
As he watches Chopper check up on your injuries, his thoughts are conflicting with one another. Sanji can't bring himself to be reunited with you once more, not after he's shamed himself and hurt a woman, let alone a woman he adored above everyone else -- but he's also so, so, fucking happy that you're here with him once more.
He takes a hesitant step closer to your form, where Chopper and a few of the members were huddling over to take a look at you. The urge to take out another cigarette to cope with the onslaught of emotions is overwhelming, but he knows a rush of nicotine won't erase what he's done to you.
He wonders if there's anything he could do to make you forgive him.
All the other members are now watching him with worried expressions as he takes another wobbly step towards you, until he's towering over your body. He hates being like this, being so emotionally vulnerable, but he can't help it, not when your unconscious body was now twitching awake.
Everything he's being asked and talked to by the other members, all their words are drowned out by his raging thoughts. Every drop of self-hatred he's accumulated from guilt is clawing at him, digging into his skin, seeping into his bones and leaving his weaknesses so bare.
Sanji's body goes rigid when your eyes open. He feels his heart sink, heavy, when you get up, rubbing at your eyes and looking around as if you had no clue where you were -- fuck, he missed your face and your adorable expressions so much. He missed you.
"My dear," slips out of Sanji's lips, voice taut with uneasiness. Everyone's looking at him weirdly, and he hates it; he feels so, so weak and open in his current state. "Is that you, darling?"
And then for the first time in months, you make eye contact with him.
"Sanji," you say, looking up at him wide-eyed. His name sounded like a prayer when it came out of your mouth, but all it does is remind him of broken promises and the tears you must have spilled for him. "It's really you."
He's frozen still as he watches you struggle to push yourself up. Sanji can hear Usopp and Nami demanding him to explain what was going on, he can hear Luffy asking you who you were -- but compared to the overbearing sound of his guilt finally catching up to him, taking over his mind, it's nothing but a mere whisper in his ear.
You manage to get yourself upright, patting dust off of your smudged, tattered clothes; Sanji wants to vomit just thinking of what you must've gone through just to get this far into the Grand Line. Had pirates hurt you? Were there ever days you went hungry on the sea without any rations or anything to eat?
"[Name]," Sanji tries once more just as you're stretching your arm. He doesn't know what to do. A part of him wants to bring you into his arms, hold you tight against his chest and tell you it's going to be okay, but another part of him tells him to run like he's always done, to avoid confrontation and judgment for his sin. "My love, I'm so sorr--"
"This is for leaving me hanging for months, you piece of shit!"
And then, before Sanji realizes it, your fist rams itself into his jaw at full power.
title: bittersweet
characters: vinsmoke sanji/f!reader
desc: you go to baratie with the intention to dine fancy for once in your life, but end up leaving with a promise and the feeling of the kiss he left on your knuckles.
It’s sickening, really. You’ve never thought of yourself as an easy woman, but there’s something about the way this blond guy gets on his knee, gently brings your hands to his lips, and presses a kiss on your knuckles that leaves your heart stuck in your throat.
You wonder what those lips would feel like against other parts of your skin.
falling in love, being in love, & falling out of love ft. vinsmoke sanji
You fall in love with him... the moment you catch his eye and begins his onslaught of love towards you; the way he pampers you with gifts, flatters you with honeyed words, and looks at you like he's right in front of a heaven-sent deity is how you fall hard for him. It's hard to say no when he's quite literally brute-forced his way into your heart.
Being in love with him... is like being treated like royalty. He takes care of you and finds it his obligation to comfort you whenever you're hurt, even if you don't think you are. All of his actions make you feel like the protagonist of a sappy romance movie who's turning head over heels for the charming love interest. He has you smiling like an idiot, face hot and red, whenever you're together with all the affection he adores showering you with, and he finds joy in making you feel like the most loved person alive on the planet. It's a love that burns scorching hot, always full of love for one another.
You fall out of love with him... when you begin to realize that you might not be special at all to him. You watch from the side as Sanji sets his eyes on a gorgeous person and runs off to their side exclaiming compliments, and it leaves you feeling a bit irritated at your partner. The treatment that you thought was only yours was now something that any pretty person within a certain radius of Sanji receives, even if they were against it. Realizing this leaves you feeling empty as he tells you he loves you, tells you how you're his world, how you're the loveliest person he's ever laid eyes on, because god -- the thought of Sanji saying the same words to a thousand other people leaves you so, so, heartbroken.
+
You confront him one day, anxious about his reaction and anxious about your future with him. When you expect him to get mad at you for doubting his love, his words -- instead he pulls you close to him, running his hand through your hair comfortingly. Sanji tells you not to worry about the other he treats with the same affection he gives you, saying that you're the one he loves the most; he says you're the most stunning person he knows, the person he trusts the most with his life, the one he wants to dedicate his entire being to the most...
But you don't want to be the one he loves the most.
Good day to you, ma cherie. I am here to ask a request, as you already know. I would like for it to be in the Pets AU. I am an absolute sucker for angst. Prompt number 10, “My heart hurts when I look at them together.” will do quite nice >:3 So I am betting you know who I might ask. XD So I am going to ask for someone different. He is one of my new favorites, Trafalgar Law. As for the reader, I would like to say, a female reader
ALSO CONGRATULATIONS! I AM SO GLAD YOU MADE IT THAT FAR! That Sanji one. Absolutely loved it. I re-read it, I am honestly upset it doesn't have more notes. ( I would reblogthat one more but don't wanna spam you) Cause it was amazing to me. Honestly, it was like you read me like a book. XD
Warnings: angst, unrequited love,
Word Count: 1080
Good day to you as well, my friend. I’m so happy you liked the Sanji fic, I’m not worried that it doesn’t have more notes, I like it, I know you like it, that’s what matters. If you want to reblog my stuff more, go ahead, spam the hell outta me. If you like it that much and it makes you happy, then I see no problems.
You were like him, not just in the sense of the animalistic features, but the specific animal. You were another snow leopard and a beautiful one at that. Cute, fluffy white ears perched on top of your head, matching fluffy white tail that swayed back and forth as you walked, twitching as if it had a mind of its own, reacting to your emotions. But the part he loved best were the various spots that covered your otherwise normal skin. Black spots and circles that dotted your shoulders and edges of your cheeks, ones that he’s seen on your lower thighs when you wore shorts or short skirts, he wondered if they continued all the way up your thighs. You were unbelievably cute, you were the same kind of creature as him, and you were completely uninterested in him. His ears folded down as he watched you from afar, blending in with his signature white and black hat. You looked so happy, so content, and so beautiful. But you weren’t happy and content with him and all he could do was watch. You were in love with another, one that Law desperately wanted out of the way. Not that he could touch them, but that didn’t stop him from wishing they would get hit by a car. He knew that he would hate to see you grieving that much if they did die or in that much pain if they broke up with you, but his heart burned for you and you alone. Law didn’t notice his friends approaching them, too preoccupied with his thoughts of you. He wondered what other animalistic features you had. Some had a light, almost imperceptible fur, others had the eyes, or maybe your tongue was rougher. Did you have the sharper teeth like he did? Or maybe you could pur. Imagining laying on your chest, a light fur soft against his face as a low rumble reverberated through your body, soothing him to sleep. Eyes of a predator that could see in the dark, scanning your home in the middle of the night, searching for anything that might cause harm to you and your cubs. The thought had him blushing slightly as he imagined having cubs with you, how cute they would look with your spots. Penguin drew him out of his thoughts, Law holding back a hiss as he realized who it was.
“Uh, are you okay, Law?” Penguin asked as he, Shachi, and Bepo all sat down in the various cafe chairs near him.
“Just… thinking.” Law said, hoping that his features weren’t giving him away. Maybe he should hold onto his tail so it couldn’t betray him.
“You were thinking about Y/n again, weren’t you?” Bepo asked, reading Law like a book. How the polar bear knew what he was thinking still baffled him. Bepo was one of the few people who was more animal than human, not that he or the others cared, but the fuzzy male would often get looks of wonderment. Law knew he couldn’t hide it from his friends, despite his best efforts.
“I… My heart hurts when I look at them together.” Law admitted, staring down at the floor, elbows resting against his knees as he leaned forward, ears once again flattening. He wouldn’t admit these feelings to anyone else, but these three had known him for quite a while, they were his closest friends, the only ones Law trusted enough to speak so openly with.
“Have you tried talking with her?” Penguin asked, glancing over at you before looking back at the stoic, cat-ish male.
“A few times, she’s kind, smart, funny, and… completely in love with someone else.” Law stated, looking back up at you. He wanted to look away, wanted to stop yearning for you, but his heart refused.
“Are you sure? Have you asked?” Shachi inquired, Law raising an eyebrow and looking at the man.
“You really think I haven't thought about that? No, the way she talks on and on about him, the way she kisses him, the look in her eyes. He’s the only one she sees.” Law stated, shaking his head. He hadn’t outright asked you, but you’d once introduced him as your boyfriend and Law swore he saw stars in your eyes and hearts surrounding you in a sickening display of love and adoration for the male.
“It’s unlike you to just let something go this easily.” Bepo mentioned, Law simply nodding. He knew it was unlike him, he knew that he usually did what was needed to get what he wanted.
“I refuse to hurt her. At best, I could get to know her, get closer to her, but she’d still be with him. And if something were to happen to him? I don’t want to see her cry, I don’t want to see her in pain or grieving, I don’t want her to be sad. She’s someone amazing and I want her to always be happy, no matter what.” Law said, even as his heart ached in his chest.
“Well what if she broke up with him? What if she got tired of him or something?” Penguin offered, trying to find some hope for the lovesick young man.
“Then I’ll be by her side immediately, doing anything and everything in my power to make her mine. But the look in her eyes, even if she does leave him, it won’t be anytime soon.” Law stated, sighing as he once more tried to tear his eyes away from you, only to find himself admiring your features once more. The way your eyes sparkled with life, the smile that always seemed to play on your lips. A more beautiful creature had never yet existed in the world.
“We should leave, we have things to take care of.” Law said, standing up. He needed to leave, before he did more damage to his heart. The others nodded, following him out, each step making him want to turn around and run back to you, to confess how he felt about you and ask for your heart. But he couldn’t, for so many reasons, he couldn’t. All he could do was pray that one day you might notice him, that one day you might feel about him as he felt about you. Yet it felt hopeless, you would never love him like he loved you, you would never return his feeling, leaving him alone in what felt like a cold, dark world.
Authors note: @onepiece-bingo This is for.. *checks bingo card* Green Hair!
Warnings: Angst, Zoro is the love interest,
Beautiful, that is what she thinks when she sees a sleeping man's hair. Though it is an unusual color, she still finds it soothing and has the urge to run her hand through it. Yet, she just sighs once again and continues to stare, catching the ears of a cook. He doesn't find the hair as beautiful as she does. He finds it the opposite, disgusting and revolting.
However, he knows it is just jealousy that is making him think that. He has fallen for a maiden, yet the maiden has eyes for someone else. Even if he knows the feelings she has towards a certain moss head, he can't help but daydream of her loving him instead. He'd get to feel her lips on his and be able to touch her in places that would be reserved just for him. Releasing a soft loving sigh at thoughts of loving her the way only he can.
Not realizing that she had left her spot on the couch and walked closer to Sanji, who was wash the dishes. Her voice calling out his name had brought him out of his daze and put his focus onto her. He reacted and smiled, saying, "What can do for you m'lady? Were you craving something sweet my dear?"
He saw her shake her head, the color around her cheeks changed shades as she look away. The smile on his lips growing bigger at the sight, he was loving the look she was showing. At least, that was before he leaned close and heard her speak again. The cigarette in between his lip had fallen to the ground as his smile slowly faded. Yet, he played off his reaction of sadness for shock. He heard her say, "Could you help me get the attention of Zoro?"
Barely hearing her stammering over her words saying how he might be able get Zoro to look at her and maybe even fall for her. As the silence continued to come from Sanji, she got more nervous. Her nervousness bring Sanji out of his "shock" and pouted, saying, "I should be getting the ladies, not the green haired idiot."
Earning him a giggle, that melted him real quick, smiling and saying he would do anything for her. Not really realizing the consequences to his own words and how much hurt it would bring him. This talk lead to conversations at night discussing love and giving advice and after each discussion.
Sanji fell into a deeper hole of love for her, but he couldn't stop. It felt like this was the closest he had gotten to her and he was happy to talk to her more. Even when he saw her follow his advice on romance and his heart would ache at the sight of the two talking.
Preparing a drink and some snacks for tonight's discussion, he felt giddy. He couldn't wait for her to walk in and talk, Sanji just enjoyed the conversations. He can hear voice and laughter now. Feeling his cheeks growing red as he thought more and more of her. Yet, tonight was different as he heard a yell just out the kitchen space.
It seems like it was just dream for when he looked out the door's window, he froze. He saw Zoro holding the wrist of the woman he loved as she was half-way up the stairs. Swallowing hard and pressing his ear against the door listen to their conversation. Hearing confessions was the last thing he want to hear that night, but he bit his lip and closed his eyes.
He couldn't bring himself to ruin the moment the two were having, so he leaned against the door and slid down. He lit his cigarette and started to inhale the toxins, but the chemicals wasn't taking away the pain in his heart. So he grabbed his clothes where the pain was as tears slide down his cheeks.
Authors note: This one is me venting a little but it goes to the healing box for the bingo card @onepiece-bingo. It's is pretty short but I plan on doing bigger in the next one.
Warnings: angst, the reader has no gender
Healing is a painful process, you make it through several steps only to fall hard and start over. Repairing and fixing things, they won't be the same as before. You may find bad parts and you change them, it might be for the best.
You will never meet the same person twice. For each one, has different memory han the one from before. The man you saw 2 years before is different to the same man you are saw now. He has new tales to tell you, new adventures and friends. He was the man you love with all his unique features.
From his beautiful green hair to the golden earrings on his right ear, close to a scar you never seen before. He has changed and he has grown. Yet, though he has changed there are some factors that shows he was still the same man you fell for. His sense of direction was still terrible and he still has his three swords with him.
Though he had change it seems like your feelings for him have not. You thought you were ready to continue your journey with the crew without showing the feelings. However, it seems like you weren't and you weren't sure if you should get on the Thousand Sunny to travel to Fishman island with the crew.
It seems like there is still more room for healing, since you were still in love with the man who do not return your feelings. Yet, the desire to be with him and journey with him is still strong. You do not want to be left behind even if you still need to heal from heartbreak.
Going with them is far better than staying here all alone, and so you ran to Zoro and greeted him. Acting as if he never broken something so precious.
Heyo, hope this wont be too much of a hassle. If you could I'd like something angsty, "I’m sorry but I just can’t give you what you want." A fairytale au with the little mermaid, Princess! Reader x Merman! Sanji. Do you know the original mermaid story? If you do, base it lose off of that. Disney's gave a happy ending, but the other one isn't as happy.
CONGRATS AT 200! WOW you were just 100 a while ago. I am happy you went up in numbers. I am slowly making my ranks, I have 15 followers so far. I hope to reach a milestone soon. 😁 But for now..
CONGRATULATIONS AT 200!
Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of murder, mentions of extreme pain (physical and emotional)
Word Count: 1790
As a matter of fact, I do know the original tale, or at least, one retelling of it. I owned a retelling by Deborah Hautzig as a kid. Also, this is a bit longer than most of my other stuff.
The surface world was fascinating, so many different people, different foods and ingredients, he wished he could see what it was like. His family hated that he liked to cook, not that he cared, he liked cooking. Besides, his other family, his real family, loved it that he cooked, loved to teach him what they knew and try what he made. Not that he was able to make much. Foods that he’d only heard of, dreamed of, didn’t do well underwater. Bread, rice, grains, so many things that just couldn’t be done at the bottom of the ocean.
Surfacing, Sanji smiled, a human ship, and from the size, there was probably a party. Parties meant food, food meant the chance to see, maybe even taste, what the humans ate. Climbing up the built-in ladder on the side of the ship, Sanji peeked up onto the deck, looking around. Sure enough, a party was in full swing. Glasses of fizzy, amber colored liquid, strange goop on top of what books had shown him to be bread, fruits and sliced vegetables on things called crackers. It all looked so delicious. The sound of a voice caught his attention, the blond looking over to where all the commotion was. A young woman, the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen, no tail, no scales, just beautiful skin. The sound of her voice was enchanting, instantly capturing Sanji’s heart. The moment was cut short when the ship rocked, an explosion sounding nearby. Another ship, an enemy. Sanji’s eyes widened as the young woman was soon tossed overboard, the unconscious woman beginning to sink. Before he could even think, he was diving down, wrapping his arms around the woman before pulling her up to the surface. Looking back at the ship she came from, Sanji swam away, it was too dangerous to bring her back there, there was a beach close enough to his location though.
Laying the young woman on the beach, Sanji brushed a few, wet locks out of her face. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. The woman soon began to stir, Sanji quickly hurrying back into the water, swimming away. He desperately wanted to make sure she’d be okay, but she couldn’t know about him, no human could. It was days later, as he daydreamed about the young woman that his sister finally approached him.
“I know what you did.” Reiju said, sitting next to him as he stared out the window.
“What do you mean ‘What I did’?” Sanji asked warily, glancing at his sister.
“The human woman you saved, the one you’re in love with. I followed you, you know the humans are dangerous, right?” Reiju asked, hands folded in her lap.
“I… I know, but I just…” Sanji sighed. Reiju bit her lip, looking away for a moment before reaching into the satchel she always carried around on her. She quickly pulled out a small vial filled with a strange liquid and capped.
“This was mother’s, she entrusted me with it before… She said it can grant wishes but at a price. It’s… I don’t know what, exactly, it does, I never opened the note that she included with it… she would want you to be happy.” Reiju said, handing him the vial and a piece of seaweed with his mother’s signature on it.
“You didn’t get it from me.” the young mermaid said before swimming away, leaving her little brother. Unrolling the seaweed, Sanji’s eyes widened. A magical tonic, able to produce certain changes in his body, but at a price. In an instant, Sanji was writing a letter to Zeff, sending it off before hurrying to the surface. This was his one chance. As soon as he hit the beach, he was chugging the strange liquid, gagging and choking slightly as it burned its way down his throat. A scream left his lips, searing pain coursing through his veins, tail splitting, changing. Panting, he looked down at his body, long, pale legs, just like the human men! Standing up, the blond suddenly hissed in pain, collapsing to his knees. He’d been warned of the pain, but he hadn’t expected it to be so bad. Shakily, Sanji stood up once more, stumbling forward, smiling as he got the hang of walking on two feet rather than swimming. It was strange but exciting. A familiar voice caught his attention, the blond smiling when he saw you, you were as beautiful as the day he first saw you. Hurrying over, Sanji opened his mouth to say something, a hoarse croak leaving his throat, surprising him.
Looking at the man, you tilted your head, he looked somehow familiar, like from a dream, he also looked lost and confused.
“Who are you? Are you okay?” you asked, the young man smiling slightly as he nodded.
“Sah-gee.” the blond choked out, his voice harsh and rough.
“Saji?” you asked, only to have the boy shake his head. Sanji got a thoughtful look before holding up 3 fingers.
“Sah-gee.” he gasped once more. Brow furrowed, you looked at his fingers before looking at him, eyes filling with excitement as it clicked.
“Sanji?” you asked, your smile widening as he nodded furiously.
“Well Sanji, you look like you’re uh, like you could use my help. Come with me. I’m sure we can help.” you said, gesturing for him to follow you. Not that you needed to, he’d follow you to the ends of the earth. As soon as you started showing him around, Sanji’s eyes lit up, looking at the different things.
“F-uh-d.” he wheezed, his throat burning with each attempted syllable. You looked at him for a moment, once again confused.
“F-uh… food?” you asked, watching as he smiled and nodded again, “are you hungry?” you asked, smiling when his face lit up. Just as he’d expected, surface food was exquisite. Fluffy, bread, strangely seasoned surface meats, something called mashed potatoes! The sound of a door opening drew his attention to a green haired man with a scar over his left eye.
“Y/n, I heard you had a visitor.” the man said, walking over to your side, glancing over at Sanji.
“Yes, I found him washed up on the beach. Zoro, this is Sanji, Sanji, this is my future husband, Zoro.” you said, your eyes widening in alarm as Sanji choked on his food. Future husband? This man, with his moss colored hair? He looked like a brute! He didn’t know much about this ‘Zoro’ only that he hated him already, and from the look in Zoro’s eye, the mosshead felt the same.
“W-ee-d-ng?” Sanji attempted to ask, glaring at Zoro when the man smirked at Sanji’s attempt.
“W…ee… wedding?” you asked, face lighting up again when Sanji nodded.
“A-About a week and a half, actually. Zoro’s father wanted us to get married sooner rather than later and how could I say no to the love of my life and my savior?” you asked, smiling up at him. Savior? He’d saved you? From what? Sanji had saved you from something!
“I’m not a savior, I told you, I didn’t do anything.” Zoro insisted, looking away.
“So I just happened to wash ashore on your kingdom’s beach? Where you just happened to walk by?” you asked, looking at him incredulously. The man nodded as Sanji’s eyes widened. You were giving this brute credit for what he did!
It was a few days later that you caught Sanji standing on the pier, staring out at the ocean. He’d learned so much here, tried so many things, but none of it was what he truly wanted.
“Sanji, what are you doing out here?” you asked, walking up behind the man. Sanji glanced back at you, his eyes filled with sadness before looking back at the ocean.
“Th-ik-ng.” he rasped, not bothering to see if you understood, you’d gotten quite good at understanding him recently.
“About what?” you asked, head tilting to the side. Sanji sighed, what did he have to lose? You were supposed to be getting married, his family, both families, were at the bottom of the sea, and when the potion wore off… no, he didn’t want to think about that.
“L-uh-v.”
“Love? Is there someone you love?” you asked, giving him a small smile. Sanji nodded, looking away from you, “Well? Who are they?” you asked, looking rather excited. Sanji looked over at you, sadly.
“Y-oo.” Sanji said, thrusting his hands in his pockets. You stood there, speechless. Finally you took a deep breath in.
“I… I see, I’m sorry, Sanji, but I just can’t give you what you want.” you said after a moment, the boy only nodding in acceptance. He knew there was nothing he could do. He heard your steps fading away as you left him on the pier. A sudden gasp drew his attention out to the waters, 4 familiar heads appearing just above the water.
“Looks like we finally found you, Sanji.” Yonji said with a scoff, arms crossed.
“Wh’ ‘ere?” Sanji asked, his brothers looking on in confusion while Reiju shook her head at her brothers.
“We found a way to reverse the effects of the potion, we saw how she rejected you. You can return home. I know you don’t like father, but your friends, Zeff, they miss you.” Reiju stated, giving her brother a sympathetic look. Ichiji tossed a blade up onto the dock, Sanji looking at the evil looking dagger in horror. Picking up the blade, Sanji stared into the metal.
“Kill the worthless girl and her worthless husband with that dagger. Once you do that, bathe your… ugh, legs, in their blood. You’ll be like us again.” Niji explained, Sanji looking back at them, horrified. Of course his brothers wouldn’t care, Reiju might, but not his brothers. The blond didn’t even need to think about it, he could never hurt you. Still, you didn’t love him and without that… no, it didn’t matter, so long as you were happy and alive. A blinding light appeared the moment the dagger hit the wooden edge of the dock, blasting the blond backwards. It was a short while later, the young man blinking his eyes as his vision returned that he noticed the black haired boy wearing a straw hat.
“You’re a good guy Sanji. You gotta come with me. Well, I mean, you actually do, kinda have to, but come on!” you boy said, taking Sanji’s hand. Only after the boy took off, the two rising into the sky, did Sanji notice the wings on the boy as he drug Sanji away. To where, Sanji had no idea, mers were supposed to turn to seafoam when they died and he certainly wasn’t seafoam right now.
hello my sweet! many congratulations on 200 and may you have many more to come! for your event may i request angst prompt regret with sanji pretty please? preferably sanji is the one regretting something, not the reader hehe (:< a female reader with she/her pronouns is just fine, if applicable! thank you so very much and congratulations again! <3
thank you so much and of course <3 i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it! i really need to write more sanji angst honestly this was a lot of fun.. oops... (i'm also sorry it took so long to post, tysm for your patience! >.<)
Regret (Sanji X Fem Reader)
✶ This piece is a part of my 200 followers event! The status of the event is currently: open (check it out here!) ✶
♡ No pronouns are used but there is mention of reader wearing a skirt
♡ Word Count: 1.8k
♡ Slight wci spoilers? There are lots of mentions of Germa and things related :>
You hadn't talked to Sanji in days. To anyone else, this would have seemed fine. To you, however, it was a rarity. The man could barely keep his eyes, hands, and thoughts off of you, he was like a puppy who constantly needed your attention. It's one of the things you loved most about him.
Although, now you didn't know if you wanted to see him.
In your guys’ most recent fight he'd become someone else entirely. You watched him start to slip away from himself, becoming more like the experiment Germa had always wanted him to become. You knew in your heart that it wasn't his fault, but how could you unsee something like that? The kind and caring boyfriend you had fallen in love with had disappeared right in front of your eyes. He became a machine, a man-made killer. It horrified you.
And he realized it.
Later that day when he tried to ask if you were okay, you outright avoided him. When he attempted to serve you a meal that night, you politely declined. You hadn't looked him in the eyes in forty-eight hours.
Sanji was no idiot, he was the exact opposite. He quickly put the pieces together, realizing that his actions had caused you discomfort. He was wracked with guilt and regret. He wanted nothing more than to hold your hands and plead for your forgiveness. He wanted to prove that he was someone you could be safe around. But after that moment, how would it be possible? How was he supposed to know for absolute certain that he wouldn't hurt you again? He didn't know how so all he could do was follow in your footsteps and avoid you.
It was painful for both of you, more than either of you would've expected.
Sanji spent this time mostly alone. If he couldn't be around you, he didn't want to be around anyone. He would never admit it to anyone else, but in the loneliness of his cabin, the tears didn't stop flowing. He hated himself for being this thing. He hated Germa for making him into something he never wanted to be. Something you didn't want him to be. It was a pill he had never been able to swallow and he knew trying now would be useless.
He hurt you. He made you feel uncomfortable. Unsafe.
That was the one thing he hated more than his modified genes.
He could barely bring himself to cook, let alone be a friend to the rest of the crew. Without you, his whole world crumbled around him, he felt useless, pathetic, weak. Just like he'd been told during his childhood.
Sanji didn't think he would ever experience worse pain than he already had. What could've been worse than abuse from his own family? What could be more terrifying than starving on an island for a month with no guarantee of survival?
This. This is what was worse.
Not only having to acknowledge that Germa had in a sense won, but that in them doing so, he had lost you too.
The regret bubbled in his stomach until it ate him from the inside out. Every moment he spent awake he was nauseous. Every time he tried to sleep he was woken up in a pool of cold sweat. His heart never stopped racing, his leg never stopped shaking, and his brain never stopped screaming.
But all of that was worth it to him as long as you felt safe.
But you didn't.
You didn't feel safe. Not here, not on any other island, not with anyone else. You could feel the tension in the air when you walked around the ship. You had to barge through every wall of strain just to talk to your friends. Being separated from Sanji had taken a larger toll on you than you wanted to admit.
You wanted to run in his arms and squeeze him tight as you had so many times before. You wanted to see his warm smile, feel his soft skin against yours, hear his bold laugh echo through the kitchen walls.
You wanted Sanji back. Your boyfriend. The man you fell for oh so long ago.
But was it even him anymore? Was he still the same guy that's saved your life on countless occasions? The same guy who memorized all your favorite recipes just to satisfy you? You had no way to tell.
Living in the hell of ignoring him seemed like the only option. It made you sick to your stomach. Despite this, you stuck by your choice. You valued yourself and understood when your feelings had to come first, even though they may be the hardest emotions you've had to shove down.
A full week had passed. You hadn't gotten any better and it seemed like Sanji hadn't either. You hadn't seen him act like his normal self since the situation started. His food tasted just as amazing as always, but the presentation of it was lacking. Every day broke him down further.
He couldn't stand it anymore. If you and he were going to cut each other off for good, he at least wanted to attempt to make things right first. Nobody else on the crew had been affected by his sudden power awakening and he found it bitterly ironic. Ironic that the one person who he cared about most had been the only one to get distressed due to what he had done.
He needed to talk to you, he just hoped you'd let him.
You heard a knock on your cabin door. Expecting it to be Zoro, or Nami, or Chopper, or anyone else but Sanji, you spoke a soft “Come in.”.
You watched your door creak open and you had to clench your teeth together to keep your jaw from falling to the floor.
Your boyfriend (ex-boyfriend?) looked awful. It looked like someone threw him into a lion’s den and told him to try to fight them off. His hair was messy, the glint in his eyes was gone, he didn't look anything like himself. You felt your stomach twist in tight knots. You were terrified that your worries were about to be proven right.
“Sanji..?” You asked, cautiously. You whispered, afraid that raising your voice any higher would shatter any glass in the room.
He didn't say anything. He just looked at the ground and shook his head. Long golden curls fell over his eyes as he avoided eye contact.
“You can come in.” You reiterated, even more carefully.
As much as you knew what you could be getting yourself into, seeing Sanji stand there like a shell of himself was heartbreaking, too much for you to simply do nothing.
He nodded his head softly and walked into the doorway. You tapped the spot on the bed next to you and he trudged over, keeping his eyes on the floor as he took each step.
You heard the sniffles get louder and watched as tears dotted the ground. Only then did you realize he was crying. You couldn't remember the last time you saw Sanji cry.
He sat down next to you with all the care in the world. He planted his feet and fussed with the bedsheets in his hands. He sat a big distance away from you, doing everything in his power to try to seem like he wasn't going to hurt you.
You swallowed a thick lump in your throat. You had no idea what was about to happen.
“(Y/n), do you hate me?” You listened as Sanji choked back a sob.
Your heart cracked and your eyes welled with tears almost instantly. Why would he ask you something like that?
“I don't hate you. I've never hated you.” You keep your tone hushed. You have to force each word out.
Then Sanji meets your eyes for the first time in what feels like forever. His eyes are glassy, his face is splotched with red patches, and his bottom lashes are stuck to his under eyes. He looks like he's been through hell. A man dragged through the deepest pits of regret and drowned in guilt. Your stomach flips queasily.
“I scared you, didn't I? That's why you're avoiding me.” His lips quiver as he speaks so quietly you can barely make out the words.
You clear your throat and nod, not knowing how to respond to his statement. He was right, of course, but how could you admit that to his face?
“I expected as much…” His voice cracked. He wiped the drops leaking out of his nose and cringed at the disgusting feeling. “I'm sorry, (Y/n). For everything.” He looked away from you once again as he poured his heart out onto the messed-up bed below.
You stayed silent but you felt the hot tears begin to roll down your cheeks.
“I didn't know-” His words cut off short. Whatever he was going to say was something he didn't want to talk about. You didn't push him, but you were curious.
“I didn't know that would happen. I didn't think it ever would, I didn't want it to, I never wanted it to!” His hands gripped the mattress as his speech picked up in speed. He was a timer ticking down, and fast. “If I would’ve known that suit was going to ruin me I would've..I wouldn't have…” The scattered thoughts in his mind weren't able to form before they spilled out of his mouth.
“I would've gotten you out of there. I would've made sure you never had to see it. I wasn't able to protect you… you shouldn't have even needed protecting in the first place! I-... I’m sorry I’m not safe to be around.” His ranting came to a halt. All fire in his eyes turned to heartache. His knuckles slowly gained color again as his clutch on the bed loosened.
You didn't even think as you grabbed one of his hands and grasped it tightly within your own. You felt him shaking. Any thoughts you thought about him before had washed away at this moment. None of it mattered. What mattered was him, helping him. Maybe you were still scared and maybe you still had your doubts, but what you were one hundred percent sure of was your love for this man. Genetically modified or not, this was Sanji. Right here, right now. These emotions were his own and you knew it.
You looked at him and tilted his chin towards you with your free hand. The glint in his eyes came back as you moved the strand of damp hair out of his face.
You gave him a weak smile and held his hand tighter. The tears pooled at the bottom of your face and dripped down onto your skirt.
Authors note: Heyo again, havent been in a writing mood latey. Hope people can forgive me for that.. Anyways this is part of the bingo card for @onepiece-bingo the space is chains. It's pretty short..
Warnings: Angst, Zoro is the love interest?
Chains hold you down, if you let them. Chains can be anything, they don't have to be solid to affect you. Many people have chains on them, but it is the way how someone interprets them. Bonds can be chains as well as promises. Some put us into a stand still, hold you prisoner in it's cold embrace.
Usopp is a guy with many chains around him, it is holds him down. Though, out of all of them, one stands out the most to him. He drags these feelings through mud and dirt, but he forces himself to continue walking. He wants to be near, even if it hurts him so bad that it feels like an open wound over his heart. He smiles and wants to be around her, pain or no.
He is pretty brave to stay, not eveyone sees that he is brave. He still walks forwards facing things that is scary to him. Usopp is terrified, yet he is still here. With the amount of chains, he is still there with his friends.
He never saw him ever actually getting the girl, sure he reenact some things in his mind. Though, he knew that look she had on her face. That look screamed that she was in love with another. He figured it out a almost as soon as she started to make that face to the swordsman.
Though, sometimes he would try to make an impression on her with his many tools and stories. It was hopeless but he tried.
He tried to even tell her but failed to do so when she zoned out. All her focus was trained onto the man asleep close by. That was a clear rejection from her if he ever heard of one. He wasn't good enough, how can he beat Zoro of all people.
He walks with chains around him, but he is fine. Although, his love was not returned he sure wanted to be near, it will rip him apart. He wasn't good enough, but he wanted to be there for her just in case.
Heyo, saw what you said. I won't mind a long wait for this request. I am into angst more than fluff. So, if it wouldn't be too much, can I ask for something like Zoro / Sanji x fem! reader? (Separated pieces) How they would react to the reader liking the other person. Sorry if that is confusing.
Ahoy, no problem, I think I get what you're saying.
Zoro & Sanji Reaction to You Liking the Other (Separate Headcanons)
It's exactly how you see it in the gif
Zoro is annoyed
You like Sanji of all people?????
Why would you like the idiot cook?
What's there to like?
100% questioning your sanity
Asks Chopper to check your brain, there has to be something wrong right
What other possible explanation is there for you to like Sanji and not him?
When Chopper says you're perfectly fine he just becomes grumpy
He'll never understand women
Sanji is devastated
How could you like that moss head?
Cannot accept this is possible, let alone the reality
Will beg to know why you like Zoro, he wants to know
If there is an explanation you give he'll take some time to process the answer but he'll come to an understand and accept it
But if you just shrug and go "It just happened" he'll have a mental breakdown (please get Chopper)
In the end, Sanji is fine as long as you're happy, he's happy
Just know that if Zoro does anything to hurt you, Sanji is going to give him hell
Hi.. I would like to request some Sanji angst. No comfort, just angst. A one sided love between Sanji and the reader. Sanji buries his love for said reader, he knows that they don't want to fall in love and even has a fear of falling in love. And.. If you could.. He lets it slip and the reader doesn't feel as comfortable with him, know that he is love. Like.. As if they had a bad hand with romantic love.
If you do not want to do it. I understand. Thank you for at least taking the time to read this!
ꨄ an empty cup ❦
pairing: sanji x gn!reader
word count: 0.88k
note: angsty?¿ i hope, unrequited love, 1 cuss word, not proofread; i’m still new to writing angst because i tend to steer away from it, but i want to get used to writing angst so i tried my best! i wasn’t completely sure on how to do this request, so i hope this works! this is like a hc and fic mix?
— the day you met
the day you and sanji met is a memory sanji won’t ever forget. a lot happened, but the moment he laid his eyes on you, something in his mind switched on. it wasn’t like anything else before; he couldn’t describe what he felt each time his gaze found you.
— getting to know you
as usual, sanji takes his normal procedures when trying to court someone. or at least, he tries to. his attention is always on you and no one else, always making sure you’re okay, asking if you’re hungry or thirsty, or even just keeping you company. but it’s so obvious to everyone around the two of you that he clearly has more than a simple crush on you.
the crew has never seen sanji smile so brightly until he met you. he’s always makes an effort when talking to you, sharing his stories as he hopes to hears yours. with that, you make it easy for him and decide to tell him that you’re looking for anything but love. it comes as a shock to him because who would voluntarily give up the idea of falling in love?
but then he hears exactly why you would give it up, he finds himself wanting to help you overcome that fear.
— his advancements
ever since he learned about your past, he’s been subtly trying to let you get used to his advances. you know that he’s always made attempts with other people so it’s nothing new, but you still hope he doesn’t have any underlying motives.
every time you have a negative reaction to his advances, whether it’s a grimace to his romantic gestures or overly affectionate nature, he feels a pang in his chest. he’s had people reject him before, so why does it hurt so much when you any bit of rejection to him?
— the accidental confession
It was nearly time for dinner, but you were feeling a bit light-headed and decided to head to the kitchen for a glass of water. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, with most of the crew chilling on the deck enjoying the evening sun. You valued moments like this; having close friends who you truly care about and getting to spend endless time with them.
You entered the kitchen and found Sanji preparing dinner for everyone. He was calm and focused as he was in his own element, but his concentration immediately broke as soon as he noticed you were walking towards him.
“Y/n— decided to watch me cook today?” Surprised, Sanji makes a little joke to try and make you comfortable.
“Ah, no, I just came in to get a glass of water.” His attempt to make you smile had failed. You already felt a tad bit sick today, and simply wanted a drink of water to rejuvenate your system. Although he was partly joking, a part of him hoped that you actually were there to watch him, just to make conversation.
“Oh, don’t worry, I can grab it for you! Just take a seat at the counter,” Sanji offered, quickly washing his hands before grabbing a glass cup from the cupboards. You would’ve declined his offer, but he was already making moves to fulfill your desires.
You sat at the counter and put your head down to imply that you weren’t in the mood for any kind of conversation. In the background, you could hear the rushing water and the cup filling up. Moments later, you heard the glass make contact with the table.
“Thank you, Sanji, but I could’ve done it myself.” You thank him, still grateful for his help.
“Of course,” he smiled, getting ready to go back to his cooking. “I’ll do anything for the one I love, no matter how simp…”
Sanji realized what he had said much to late to fix it. He was turned away from you already, but he could tell that he fucked up. He didn’t want to turn around and see your reaction, but he did anyways. He couldn’t turn away from his mistake.
You were visually upset, not ready to deal with this and your growing headache. Even after all your rejections, he still fell in love with you and weren’t able to accept his feelings.
Even so, Sanji tried to say something.
“Y/n, I was j—,” He started, but you immediately interjected.
“I’ll be back for dinner,” You simply stated, before walking out the kitchen. You honestly didn’t know if you’d be back for dinner, but even so, you had to say something without hurting anymore of his feelings.
But the empty glass you left on the counter said a lot more than you could imagine.
— aftermath
it wasn’t the same as before.
sanji could tell that after accidentally confessing that he loves you, you couldn’t feel relaxed around him. if the two of you were ever in a situation alone, you would take your leave. conversations were cut short and you kept your distance from him.
you were only trying to protect yourself and sanji knew that, but he ended up hurting himself in the process. he wants to apologize for it, but he doesn’t know how to tell you. he can’t lie about his love for you, so he decides to give you space.
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