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Katakuri: - Likes and dislikes in a S/O

Oven: ...

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Hello, I would like to have headcanons on what he likes and what he hates in a woman (Katakuri, One Piece). I loved when you did the Mihawk headcanon about it, so I ask for Katakuri now which I really love. Thank you very much 🥰

My my, anon~~ what a pick✨️ I cannonly believe he keeps a paper with the "ideal one" checklist.

Let's find out what that consists of. Here's some sake 🍶

Likes and Dislikes in an S/O: Katakuri

● Likes ●

1. Loyalty to the Family

Hands down, that's basically what Katakuri's character is all about! A partner who respects, supports, and stands by the Charlotte family without hesitation would immediately earn his approval. Betrayal or divided loyalty is not something he tolerates.

2. Non-Judgmental Nature

That man has insecurities deeply rooted in his character, hiding his face like his life depends on it.

So if you want your man to open up to you, accept him fully—without fear, mockery, or judgment. It would mean more to him than any grand romantic gestures ever could.

Compliment him, prove to him that you're his safe space. Make your privacy be the one place where he can relax on his back, eat his donut, and chat his mind without any care in the world.

3. Confidence in Their Imperfections

Well, one thing leads to another.

It's only natural that people who embrace their own flaws, secretly facinate him!

It immediately draws his attention when you -the reader- casually walk with a quiet confidence, imperfections shown in broad daylight with a bright, charming smile on your face.

Heads up for more tips on how to trap the 2nd sweet comander! And the next one is.....

4. Honor & Firm Beliefs

Katakuri lives by a personal code. Morals and convictions, even under pressure, can earn you his immediate respect.

Strength of character matters to him just as much as strength in battle, alright?

He likes the feeling of knowing he has a dependable partner in battle, and it surely gives him a hidden ego boost!

5. A Shared Love for Sweets

Oooh~ another bonus to unlocking that intimate side. You must and SHOULD have a sweet tooth.

Katakuri’s love for sweets is genuine. A partner who shares or at least warmly indulges this side of him would see a softer, more relaxed version of this man which others would dream to witness.

6. A Private, Low-Profile Person

Katakuri is not one for unnecessary attention. A partner who values privacy, discretion, and quiet understanding would align perfectly with his reserved nature.

PDA ain't his thing, sadly.

○ Dislikes ○

1. Gossiping & Loose Talk

Discretion above all. Katakuri HATES gossips.

A partner who spreads rumors or talks carelessly about private matters—especially concerning his family—would quickly lose his trust.

—which we have spent building in the last six points.

And of course, it doesn't end here.

2. All Talk, No Action

Complimenting the "strong partner" archetype, he believes in proving oneself through deeds. Someone who boasts loudly but fails to back up their words would irritate him.

Such attitude disgruntles him, and goes against what he finds chivalrous.

Strength and sincerity are shown, not announced.

3. Disrespect Toward His Family

Same point as before: His loyalty to the Charlotte family is absolute.

Any disrespect, mockery, or disregard toward them would be unforgivable in his eyes.

4. Dishonesty or Hiding Important Truths

Katakuri values trust, and does NOT forgive.

While he is reserved, he is not deceitful. Thus, a partner who lies or withholds significant truths would fracture the foundation of the relationship.

5. Drawing Attention to His Private Life

That man has spent his full 36 public years, standing.

He carefully controls his image and personal boundaries. Soooo~ a partner who exposes his vulnerabilities, eating habits, or personal moments for attention would most definitely set a tough ridge in the relationship.

Let me know who you'd like me to write next!✌️✨️

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Hey, Nour (•ө•)♡

Could I request a scenario/one-shot inspired on the second fluff prompt (from the list you’ve just published) for Brook, please?

Thank you in advance <3

Sweet pick! I haven't written for Brook yet, and I'm interested to see where this will go ~

Buckle up, anon🫵✨️

° 2nd Pov (gn reader)

° spoiler free

° sfw

sypnosis: Never being a morning person, you find yourself in quite a "fuzzy-nosed" predicament... yet all it takes is the sound of a violin and an endearing laugh to warm you up again.

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" GUARDIAN OF THE DAWN "

There's a saying that states, "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

Well, at the moment... you wish you would just die. You wish the world would just burn into oblivion and take your life with it ,so that this agonizing ache in your body would disappear.

You groan at the thought, head stuffed in your pillow as you pray for your throbbing headache to leave in peace. But NO, it was quite persistent today.

It's 5:40 a.m., and your mind is racing with thoughts. For context, you had woken up with the worst nasal inflamation, aching joints, and a head that would just beg you to bang it against the wall.

'How pitiful', you think. And you were promised a dinner date, today. What will you tell him now? You both were excited about it and all...

'I'll cover it' the thought crosses your mind. 'Act normal till it goes away...'

Miraculously, you manage to pull yourself up out of bed. With a groan here and a wince there, you snatch your trademark shawl off the hanger, and trudge straight towards the deck outside.

The cold morning air cuts like a blade. Almost immediately, you try to contain the bubbling shiver inside, but something about it stirs a strange sense of aliveness. With an exhale, your eyes drift to catch the early colours of dawn.

The sight nearly makes you forget your misery—nearly. The cold wind sends a frosty wave that sways you, but you only burrow deeper into your shawl.

Somewhere across the Sunny, your ears were suddenly graced by the distant sound of a melody. A gentle, lilting violin drifts through the morning air, tender and teasing, like sunlight threading through the mist—Soft enough to soothe. Persistent enough to stir the soul.

A shot of warmth engulfs your very being, as the tunes cohere with the sway of the cane. You find your eyes instinctively closing, subtle hums escaping you as you'd recognise this music piece anywhere.

'Sonata No. 7 in G Minor, 'Dawn's Gentle Lantern''

The music almost feels like a requiem, haunting but strangely comforting. For a moment, she feels like she’s stepping into another world.

As if on cue, the melody halts, bow barely hovering above the strings as he catches your breeze, your presence, your wind.

It's as if, he knew it was you before he even turned around.

Subsequently, his iconic laugh rings in the air, snapping you of your thoughtless trance.

"Yohohoho~, my dear, it seems you are competing with me for sleepless nights!" He hops swiftly from the high floor, "May I ask to see your panties—ah, forgive me, a poor attempt at comedy."

Your eyes light up in amusement, your stare drifts back towards the reddish horizon. "That sentence has no schedule."

"Chances like these are timeless. Especially with a beautiful woman like you, my love."

A round of refined footsteps is soon followed with that prerestigious walk with the cane taps.

Although not visible on his face, but upon approaching you, his posture suddenly bends in worry.

"You look pale– Isn't it too cold for you here?"

You turn to face him, "And miss out on this beautiful morning view? No sir."

Brook exhales in exasperation. You've always been a stubborn one, in contrast to his much more cautious yet laid-back attitude.

He leans in slightly, just enough. “Ah. Forgive me,” he says quickly, lightening his tone. “I did not mean to interrogate you before breakfast. Force of habit. Yohoho—”

The laugh starts. It doesn’t finish.

Something about the way you shift your weight—too careful, too measured—draws his attention. The shawl is wrapped tighter now, knuckles pale where you grip the fabric. When you inhale, it’s shallow. Controlled.

Brook’s skull tilts.

“Well,” he continues smoothly, recovering the humor like a practiced musician sliding back into tempo, “if this is an attempt to steal my morning spotlight, I must admit—it is effective. Though I do wonder…”

His gaze lifts to your face, really looks this time. The pallor. The tightness around your eyes. The way you’re standing on willpower alone.

“…I see.”

A sudden shift.

"Brook-"

Wasting no time, he offers his coat—cartoonishly too big on you—making it almost swallow you whole. He adjusts it on your shoulders with a surprisingly delicate touch, his skeletal fingers oddly gentle.

"I find that you have forgotten I'm quite perceptive, my muse." He turns you around to face him, lowering himself slightly to match your sight. Subsequently, you grab his hand in reflex, a giddy smile tracing your lips.

"Brook, please. Don't bother yourself with me- I'm fine."

"I insist, Y/N-san. You already sound a little… bone-chilled." He perks up suddenly. "Yohohoho! Forgive the joke, but you know I worry for you."

The wind blows harder, breaking the cosy exchange. The musician shifts again, taking your tiny hand in his. He gestures towards a sheltered area on the deck, still overlooking the beautiful sunrise. "Staying out here will only worsen your cold, my muse~. Let's take cover."

Despite the lack of expression, the concern in his voice is quite evident, leaving no room for further discussion. You subtly nod back.

His fingers tighten around yours for just a moment, reassuring, before he leads you toward the more leeward side of the Sunny.

The breeze grows quieter there, but the sunrise remains just as radiant.

---

The mug he placed between your hands was warm—almost startlingly so against your chilled skin. Steam curled upward, dancing in the golden light of the rising sun.

You took a slow sip, and his eyes watched you with an unusual attentiveness.

OH- right... he doesn't have eyes.

The silence was comfortable, calming, but you had to clear your throat.

“You’re awfully dedicated for someone on watch duty. What are you now—the Sunny’s official dawn greeter?”

Brook straightened instantly.

With a dramatic flourish of his arm toward the horizon, coat tails swaying, he declared, “Indeed! I, Soul King Brook, stand as the noble guardian of both the morning… and the crew’s health!”

The wind caught his afro like a halo as he posed, one foot slightly lifted as if he were on stage instead of on deck.

You laughed, though it dissolved into a small cough.

He winced theatrically. "My muse, please do not applaud so hard. I may faint from the praise—though I suppose I cannot faint, as I have no blood! Yohohoho!”

Then his voice softened just a fraction.

“Besides,” he added lightly, tilting his skull toward you, “it is rare I get such beautiful company during my watch...”

The compliment hung there, casual but unmistakable.

You tried to hide the warmth rising to your cheeks by leaning against the railing.

Brook stepped beside you, towering effortlessly. Without thinking, he rested his long arm atop your head as though you were simply a convenient armrest.

There was a beat of silence.

He froze.

Then chuckled, retracting his arm. “Ah, forgive me, Y/N-san. I sometimes forget how tall I am without the sun to blind me into humility.”

You glanced up at him. From your angle, he seemed impossibly tall—an elegant skeleton framed by sunrise light, coat fluttering like a banner.

“Don’t let it get to your skull,” you muttered.

He gasped dramatically. “Such bone-chilling sass this early in the morning! I am wounded! Though-"

" -you have no flesh to wound! Yohuhuhu.."

you mimic playfully.

The laughter drifted easily between you, blending with the hush of the waves.

The sun rose higher, gold spilling across the deck. The sea shimmered like liquid glass.

Brook’s posture gradually shifted from theatrical to quiet. He leaned on his cane-sword and began to hum.

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t showy.

Just a slow, gentle melody—soft notes that seemed to glide over the ocean and settle around you like another layer of warmth.

The vibration of it felt… steady. Grounding.

“Music is good medicine, Y/N-san,” he said between notes. “If you begin to feel worse, promise me you will rest.”

He tilted his skull toward you again, the empty eye sockets somehow carrying unmistakable concern.

“I can keep you company and tell you stories until you fall asleep… though I cannot tuck you in the way I’d like—no hands for blankets!”

You smiled faintly. “You just adjusted my cape five minutes ago.”

“Ah!” He lifted a finger proudly. “Then perhaps I am more skilled than I thought.”

The humming resumed, softer this time.

The warmth of the mug seeped into your fingers. The cape shielded you from the bite of the breeze. And somehow—despite the cold air—you didn’t feel quite as miserable as you had when you first stepped out.

Brook shifted slightly closer, subtle enough not to crowd you, but near enough that his tall frame blocked some of the wind.

He didn’t comment on it.

He just stayed.

When your breathing grew slower and your eyelids heavier, his humming eased into a barely audible whisper of melody.

The sun fully crested the horizon, bathing the deck in gold.

And as his gentle laughter—“Yohohoho…”—mingled with the sound of the waves, you realized something quietly powerful:

The morning air might have been cold.

But standing beside him, wrapped in his cape, listening to his music—

You felt warm.

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Feelings; OPLA!Zoro

Being friends with Zoro was hard, speaking about feelings with him would be even harder, so you won't do it. At least, you didn't plan to until you were exposed.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, drunk!reader, not proofread.

For as long as you had been with the crew, you and Zoro had been… friends? You chose to call it that, at least; whether he would say the same was up for debate.

It wasn’t that the pair of you were exactly close, you never spoke about feelings or anything, but then again, did Zoro speak about his feelings with anyone…? Unlikely. Despite how he was willing to do anything to protect his Captain and his crew, talking about how he felt was the last thing he would ever do, if he even would.

Zoro’s reluctance to speak about his feelings – and yours – came as a benefit for you, though. The moment you had begun developing feeling for Zoro had been the day you became eternally grateful to whoever had cursed him with the inability to talk because it meant one thing: you would surely never be exposed for how you feel towards him. Unfortunately for you, though, not everyone was as unwilling as the swordsman.

“As much as I dislike the mosshead, I think you should tell him,” the ships cook spoke as he effortlessly chopped vegetables. “I mean, what could go wrong? He surely feels the same way.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, favouring to instead be logical.

“Yeah, surely not. Surely, he doesn’t tell me he doesn’t see me the same way and I make things awkward for the whole crew.” You huffed, passing Sanji the next vegetable from the pile to which he nodded as a thanks.

You heard him hum, shaking his head in disagreement but didn’t say anything else on the matter, thankfully, instead changing the conversation to the meal he was currently preparing.

The next time you saw Zoro after your conversation with Sanji was when you were about to leave the ship.

The crew needed some supplies so Luffy had decided that you would dock at the next island and gather what you need, maybe even stay for a little while if the place was nice enough. However, as much as you wanted to avoid Zoro for a little while to mope about your unrequited feelings, he clearly had other ideas.

“Drink?” He asked, catching your attention immediately.

You nodded in agreement, never one to turn down a drink, least of all with him, and watched as he returned the gesture before leaving the ship with you hot on his trail.

The bar itself was nice and, much to Zoro’s satisfaction, uncrowded.

You both favoured sitting in a booth in the corner of the room, avoiding any unwanted attention from Marines or anyone who may recognise you and turn you into said Marines. It was dimly lit and small, but it suited you both fine.

Zoro pushed your drink towards you, one which you gladly took a quick gulp from, feeling more nervous than usual for some reason. Whether it was because you were alone with Zoro or the way he was looking at you as though he was trying to read you, you didn’t entirely know, but you did know that you needed a drink if you were going to survive this situation in one piece.

“So,” the green-haired man spoke, pausing for a moment to take a sip of his own drink, “want to tell me why you won’t even look at me recently?” His question made you freeze, never having expected Zoro to talk about anything to do with feelings.

Rather than answer the question – which you would never do, God forbid you confess – you decided changing the subject would be the best course of action.

“Roronoa Zoro talking about difficult subjects that involve feelings? What has the world come to?” You joke with a smile, quickly swallowing more of the liquid that burnt your throat.

Zoro shook his head and having noticed your desperate attempt at changing the subject, he let the topic go, because at least you would look at him now that you were sat together.

“I’m not that bad with feelings,”

You chuckled, shaking your head before replying.

“I find that hard to believe. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk about feelings in the time that I’ve known you.”

Zoro simply rolled his eyes, taking another sip from his glass.

“Just because I don’t doesn’t mean that I can’t,” he said, leaving you confused. “Maybe I just don’t want to, but I can do it.”

You paused for a moment, considering his words.

“You know to get close to people, you have to let them in, right?”

“Well, we’re close, aren’t we? And we’ve never had a conversation about feelings.”

His words made you freeze.

“You think we’re close?” You asked in shock.

Zoro raised an eyebrow at you.

“Am I wrong?”

You quickly shook your head, not wanting him to get the wrong idea.

“No, of course you’re not, I just…” You pause, carefully choosing your next words. “I just didn’t think you thought that too.”

Zoro glanced at you for a moment before turning his attention to his drink, taking a gulp before answering.

“Why wouldn’t I?” He asked, to which you simply shrugged, drinking as you both fell into silence.

“Another?” You asked, changing the topic again as you pointed towards his empty glass, not waiting for a reply before you left the booth to head to the bar.

You weren’t sure how many drinks you had both had, but you did know one thing: you were very drunk and Zoro was not. How he was still sober was beyond you, but it impressed you, nonetheless.

“I think you’ve had enough,” Zoro said with an amused smirk as he sat beside you this time, not trusting you to be steady enough to sit or stand.

You gasped dramatically, looking up at him with an amused smile, watching as his smirk turned into a soft smile, at least until you hit him in the chest.

“Rude,” he said, shaking his head, unaffected by your smack.

“I’m not that drunk,”

“Y/N, you’re slurring your words, and you can’t even sit still, you are definitely drunk,”

Your gaze landed on Zoro’s lips as his tongue wet them before he took a sip from his glass. Without thinking, your hand shot out to grab the half-empty glass from his hand before it hit the table and drank the rest of the liquid in one mouthful, giving Zoro a satisfied smirk as you finished.

In your drunken haze, you missed the way his own gaze fell to your smirk, his breath hitching ever-so-slightly as you looked up at him.

It wasn’t long until the effects of downing the last of the drink hit you and your vision began spinning, head pounding. Scrunching your eyes, you moved to lean on Zoro’s shoulder, hoping that it would stop whatever had suddenly hit you.

“You okay?” He asked, voice full of concern as he looked down at you, a light pink dusting his cheeks at the contact, the contact that you had yet to register.

You wordlessly nodded, eyes still shut as you enjoyed the comfort and warmth that his body provided.

His gaze didn’t leave you as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer into him.

“Stay there for as long as you need. I’ve got you.”

Neither of you were entirely sure how much time had passed, the comfortable silence and physical contact something that you both welcomed. In fact, perhaps neither of you would have moved until closing had it not been for Sanji and Luffy approaching, sitting opposite you.

“Oh,” Sanji began as he took in the scene before him.

You hummed, wondering what he was about to say.

“You finally told mosshead your feelings then?”

Your eyes shot open at his words, suddenly more sober than you ever had been in your life. Body tensed, you didn’t dare glance at Zoro who had also stiffened beside you. You weren’t able to rescue the situation as Luffy spoke before you.

“Y/N has feelings for Zoro? What type of feelings?” Your captain asked.

“None! Just friendly! I just see him as a friend!” You screeched, cheeks a dark pink at Sanij’s accidental exposure.

Sanji, who clearly felt guilty at doing so, took a deep breath.

“Yeah, sorry, I got confused.” The chef said, clearly trying to help you salvage the situation as he glanced at a seemingly shocked Zoro.

His body was tense – you could feel it beneath you, neither of you having moved despite the situation – and his lips were parted, eyes wide. Thankfully, for your own sake, you couldn’t see his facial expression or how he took a deep breath and swallowed harshly.

“So, drinks?”

You weren’t sure what had happened after Sanji offering you all more drinks, but you were sure that you had a terrible headache and a lot of embarrassment. In fact, had there not been a knock at your door – one you were sure was from Sanji – you most likely would not have left your room the whole day, or maybe ever.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t Sanji coming to apologise but rather Zoro who wore a serious expression.

“Hey,” he muttered, avoiding your gaze, “can we talk?”

Without a word, you widened the door to allow him to enter.

The pair of you stood in silence for a moment, neither daring to move or even breathe.

“What’s up?” You asked, forcing yourself to appear casual and unbothered.

Zoro audibly swallowed before replying. “About what that cook said…”

You quickly shook your head.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s nothing; not a big deal.”

“It might not be a big deal to you,” he said, “but it is to me. If it’s true, that is.”

Your gaze, previously focused on the wooden planks beneath you, shot up to Zoro who was staring directly at you.

“It is true,” you sighed. “I’m sorry, Zoro.”

Zoro’s eyebrow shot up.

“Why are you sorry?”

You shrugged. “Things are going to be different between us now. Awkward.”

“Why?”

“Well I- you know…”

Zoro paused for a moment then chuckled, taking a step forward.

“I like you too, idiot,”

Now it was your turn for your eyebrows to shoot up in questioning.

“You do?”

With a shake of his head, he chuckled again.

“Of course I do,”

His hands reached up to gently hold your blushing cheeks, keeping your face angled towards him so you couldn’t look elsewhere.

“I know I may not be the most… expressive guy, but I would do anything for you and anything to keep you happy and safe. I love you, I have for a while.” He confessed, holding your gaze with blushing cheeks.

“I love you too,” you mumbled, burning of your cheeks worsening. “But wow, Zoro, you were right.”

“About what?”

“You can talk about feelings…”

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To the Grand Line!!!

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🍊 some Nami redraws because I’ve been burnt out and I love her!

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Sanji Vinsmoke X Reader

Gimme Some Advice

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Synopsis: Me when I yearn. Me and I yearn but have a healthy relationship with my friends and knows not to be jealous but still allow myself to feel things

⟡𓌉◯𓇋₊˚⊹♡ You were sprawled out on a sun chair, kicking your legs back and forth and humming a random tune to yourself, still feeling giddy from the delicious meal Sanji had served earlier. Your hair fluttered in the wind, and your bright eyes scanned the open sea until

BAM. “[Y/N]!”

Sanji came flying across the deck like a torpedo, arms flailing for balance as he skidded to a halt in front of you. His shirt was untucked, cigarette barely hanging on his lip, and a wild, borderline panicked look in his eyes. You blinked. “…You okay there, Romeo?”

Sanji bent over, hands on his knees, catching his breath. “I I need your help.”

Your brows lifted with curiosity and amusement. “What, did Luffy eat the last cookie again and you’re plotting revenge?”

“No, this is serious!”

You sat up straighter, suppressing a grin. “Okay, okay. What is it?”

Sanji straightened, brushed back his hair dramatically, and looked at you with those swirly, golden eyes as if he were about to confess some great truth.

“I need you to tell me… how to pull a woman.”

You stared at him.

Then burst into laughter. “I’m sorry what?”

Sanji flushed, his hands flying up. “I know! I know it sounds ridiculous coming from me, but I swear I’m being serious. Dead serious.”

You giggled, slapping a hand over your mouth. “Sanji, my darling, you throw yourself at women like it’s a sport. If flirting were a martial art, you’d be a black belt.”

“That’s exactly the problem!” Sanji groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “It doesn’t work. I mean, not really. They just giggle or wave me off like I’m some harmless breeze. None of them take me seriously. And I I want to be taken seriously. Just once.”

You quieted at that, your expression softening. “Oh, Sanji…”

He sighed, leaning back against the rail, his face turned to the sea. “There’s this girl. Not someone on this ship,” he added quickly, glancing at you. “She’s kind and funny and strong. But when I talk to her, I get so nervous I just default to… you know.”

“the pathetic lover boy routine not enough for you?” you said innocently, batting your lashes.

Sanji shot you a look, lips twitching despite himself. “Yes, that.”

You hopped off the chair and padded toward him, poking his chest lightly. “Okay, lover boy. Let’s get one thing straight: You’re not failing because you flirt. You’re failing because you flirt like a cartoon heart attack. There’s nothing authentic about it..”

He blinked at you. “…Huh?”

You grinned. “There's nothing I'm complaining about, though. I think it's really cute. The best kind of complement is the one that sounds like you didn’t rehearse it a hundred times in the mirror.”

Sanji looked thoughtful. “But what if I mess up? Say something stupid?”

You rolled your eyes fondly. “Sanji, you do say something stupid every single time you meet a woman and they still smile at you. Imagine what would happen if you were just… you. The sweet, reliable, passionate, incredible cook who makes the best damn meals on the sea and puts his heart into everything he does.” Sanji’s ears turned pink. You leaned in, voice teasing. “That Sanji? That guy’s dreamy.”

He sputtered, waving smoke away from his cigarette. “S Stop saying things like that. I’m trying to focus!”

You giggled, twirling a lock of your hair. “Fine, fine. You want real advice?”

“Please.”

“Okay.” You folded your arms and nodded. “Step one: Calm down. You don’t need to win someone’s heart in ten seconds. Stop making it a performance and start making it a conversation.”

He nodded slowly. “Okay…”

“Step two: Ask her questions. Not just compliments. Be curious about who she is, not just how she looks.”

“Right…”

“And step three,” you said, tapping his forehead, “don’t chase. Just be. If she likes you, she’ll come closer. And if she doesn’t… you don’t need to change who you are to impress her.”

Sanji looked down at you genuinely, for a moment no exaggerated grin, no dramatic swoon. “You really think that’ll work?”

You smiled warmly. “I know it will. You’ve already got everything you need. You just need to believe someone could fall for you”

He stared at you in silence for a moment. “You’d make a hell of a love doctor, [Y/N].”

“I take payment in dessert,” you winked.

Sanji chuckled softly, then took a final drag of his cigarette and tossed it overboard. “Right away madamoiselle”

You shrugged playfully. “Good boy now go do your thing” As he turned to head back to the kitchen, you called after him, “Sanji?” He glanced back, his usual grin starting to sneak back into place. You smiled. “The right girl? She’ll see you. Just give her the chance.”

He gave you a mock salute. “Then I’ll make sure I’m someone worth seeing.” with that, he vanished into the galley.

⟡𓌉◯𓇋₊˚⊹♡The world was quiet tonight. The sea whispered gently against the hull of the Thousand Sunny, and the breeze that swept through the ship’s open deck was crisp, carrying the smell of salt and the faintest trace of spices from the galley below. The crew had all gone off to their own little corners of the ship some reading, some napping, and others chattering softly out of earshot.

You lay in the middle of the main deck, arms stretched out to your sides, eyes wide open to the tapestry of stars overhead. The wind moved through your hair, playing with strands like it was trying to keep you company. But the real comfort came from just a few feet away Brook sat atop a crate, bathed in the soft, swaying light of the lanterns above, his long bony fingers gliding across the strings of his violin.

It wasn’t his usual upbeat, silly melody the ones he played to make Chopper dance or to accompany some skull joke. No, this was something else. Something soft. Thoughtful. The kind of song that didn’t need lyrics to speak. It trickled into your chest like warm tea in cold hands. It held something gentle and aching in every note. You stared at the stars, your lashes still and unmoving. Your chest rose and fell in time with the music. And somewhere between the quiet and the chords, your mind drifted to him.

Sanji.

You let the name echo in your thoughts. You didn’t try to chase it away. You smiled faintly. He had fallen for someone. You didn’t know her. You didn’t need to. You could tell by the way he spoke, by the way he looked different lately. Softer, more grounded. Less dramatic for show, and more… sincere. Like there was someone he genuinely wanted to be better for. And gods, it was so like him. That hopeless romantic heart of his. That constant need to give everything to someone who made his heart flutter.

And you? You had always laughed with him. Teased him when he did his little twirls or dropped to one knee in front of any woman in a ten mile radius. You’d rolled your eyes, called him ridiculous, joked that his flirtations were more extra than Zoro’s vendetta against stairs.

But you’d never said the truth. Not once. That sometimes, when he smiled at you not as a flirt, but just you your heart would skip. That there were moments when you thought maybe… maybe you were the one he’d fall for if he ever took a real chance. But he hadn’t. he was chasing someone else. Someone who made him nervous. You let out a soft breath, eyes still on the stars, a weight pressing gently against your ribs.

It wasn’t a jealous hurt. You were happy for him. Truly. It was just the kind of ache that came from wondering what if. Brook’s melody shifted slightly higher, like a question being asked in the dark. As if he knew.

You didn’t move. You didn’t cry. You just felt. Because it was okay to feel it. To mourn something that was never yours. To lie under the stars and let the music carry the weight of your silence.

you thought of him. Of the way his voice softened when he wasn’t being loud. Of how he always made your plate first when he knew you were having a bad day. Of how, sometimes, you imagined what it would be like if those small gestures were something more. Your fingers curled slightly against the wood. Another breeze passed over you, lifting your hair gently, and you blinked slowly, your gaze still locked on the sky.

The music swelled one last time before fading into the hush of the ocean, Just one song. One quiet night. One unspoken heartache. And then the world was still again. You lay there, unmoving, letting the silence settle. though the ache was still there, something inside you softened too like maybe, even if the story you wanted wasn’t yours, the chapter was still worth feeling.

“Did you know,” Brook began, his voice soft in the night air, “that the stars you see are sometimes already dead?”

You blinked slowly, then smiled, lips barely curving. “That’s… kind of depressing, Brook.”

“Yohoho, perhaps,” he chuckled lightly, “but it’s also strangely beautiful, don’t you think? That something can shine even after it’s gone.”

You hummed thoughtfully. “Yeah. I guess I like that.”

There was a beat of silence, “Do you think Luffy’s ever tried to eat a star?”

You snorted. “Absolutely. ”

Brook let out a full laugh, his ribs gently rattling with the motion. “I should write that down for a new lyric. ‘I reached for a star and bit down on a dream delicious!’”

You groaned, laughing despite yourself. “That is so cheesy.”

Another comfortable pause settled between you. You listened to the creak of the ship, the soft splash of water against the hull, and the distant thrum of something in the engine room probably Franky still working on some little project with his usual midnight energy.

Brook tilted his skull back. “Do you think fish sleep?”

“I think they have to. Maybe with one eye open. Like Zoro.”

Brook nodded solemnly. “Scary.”

You giggled and rolled over onto your stomach, resting your chin on your forearms. “What about skeletons? Do they sleep?”

Brook tapped his chin. “Hmm… difficult to say. I don’t have eyelids, so I’ve never actually seen myself do it.”

“That sounds exhausting.”

“Not as exhausting as trying to take a bath when you don’t have skin.”

“Brook, what ”

“And on the subject of things I can’t do… may I see your panties?”

You stopped. Deadpan. Emotionless. You slowly pushed yourself up from the deck, brushing some hair from your face as you gave him the flattest look in the history of facial expressions.

Brook clasped his hands politely. “it would be such a lovely gesture.”

You pointed toward the hallway with a single, resigned finger. “You’re done.”

He blinked. “Oh?”

“You’re done,” you repeated, standing up and brushing off your clothes. “That’s it. Conversation’s over. Pack it up, skeleton.”

“Wait, my dear! I merely !”

You walked off toward the girls’ quarters without another word, your hand raised in a lazy wave behind you.

“Goodnight, Brook.”

He sighed behind you. “Ah, the pain of rejection. It cuts deeper than the Grand Line’s fog!”

You kept walking, hiding your smile. from behind you, drifting in the sea kissed night, came a final, cheerful:

“Sweet dreams! Yohohohoho!”

You shook your head as the door closed behind you, smiling to yourself. Even heartbreak couldn’t compete with this crew’s ridiculousness.

The soft creak of the ship accompanied your entrance as you returned to the girls’ quarters, your steps light but tired from the long, quiet moment you’d had with Brook on the deck. You rubbed your arms absentmindedly as you passed the threshold, the warm lamplight casting a cozy glow across the room.

Nami was sprawled comfortably on the couch with a drink in hand, her legs tucked under her, a mischievous glint already dancing in her eyes. Robin sat nearby in an armchair, book in hand, but she looked up as you entered.

“There she is,” Nami announced, smirking knowingly as she took another sip. “Have fun with our resident skeleton?”

You plopped down beside her with a hum, grabbing a pillow to hug against your chest. “It was nice. He played something soft. Kinda hit me in the heart a little.”

Robin’s smile deepened slightly. “Brook’s music often does.”

Nami raised a brow. “I have a love hate relationship with that man”

“Well…I couldnt blame you” You grinned. “It got weird eventually. I left before he could ask about my underwear.”

“EW LETS BURN HIM” Nami choked, laughing.

“shhhhh bed time now,” you confirmed, deadpan.

Nami snorted, shaking her head before she shifted back to her earlier topic with Robin, eyes alight with playful mischief. “I’m just saying,” she said, raising her glass again, “whoever this woman is… poor, poor soul. She has no idea what she’s walking into.”

You wheezed, pressing the pillow to your face. “Nami!”

“I mean it!” she cackled. “Can you imagine Sanji not spinning around like a lovesick ballerina the second she smiles at him? He’d probably burst into a heart shaped firework just from holding her hand.”

Robin chuckled behind her book, one elegant brow lifting. “He does tend to be… passionate.”

“Oh my God,” you laughed, eyes watering,

“Don’t forget the nosebleed,” Nami added, clinking her glass in the air.

The room burst into another round of giggles, warm and breathless, echoing softly around the cabin. It felt like home. But then your smile softened. You clutched the pillow a little tighter and leaned back against the cushions, your laughter quieting as your thoughts drifted slightly. “…I think it’s kind of cute, though,” you murmured.

Nami blinked and looked over. “What, that he’s basically a walking romance novel?”

You shook your head, smiling more to yourself than to them. “No. That he’s finally trying to take something seriously.”

Robin gently set her book down, her eyes curious and warm. Nami tilted her head, her teasing expression melting into one of genuine interest. You took a breath and let your voice settle. “I mean, sure, Sanji flirts like he’s getting paid for it. But this time? It’s different. He actually cares. You can see it in how he talks, how he moves. Like… he wants to be better. Not just charming genuine. That’s kind of huge for him.”

Nami leaned her elbow against the armrest, watching you closely. Her smirk faded into something quieter.

“He asked me for advice,” you added, fingers fiddling with the edge of the pillow. “that's so lame and cute”

Robin offered a soft, thoughtful smile. “It sounds like he’s growing.”

You nodded. “Yeah. And I know we all tease him believe me, I’ll never stop but part of me is proud of him, you know? He’s not trying to win over a dozen hearts. Just one.”

There was a quiet moment. The kind that wrapped around you like a soft blanket. Even the waves outside seemed to hush themselves. Nami exhaled loudly and flopped back. “Ugh. I hate that you made that sound sweet.”

You burst out laughing, sinking deeper into the cushions. “Because it is! He’s ridiculous, but he’s sincere when it counts.”

Nami pointed at you with a lazy glare. “If this ends with him writing sonnets and reciting them at dinner, I will throw myself overboard.”

“Good,” you grinned, “I’ll write your eulogy.”

Robin’s smile turned amused again. “Maybe the sea really will turn to wine next.”

You stretched out with a yawn, heart just a little lighter than before. “Or maybe our little chef’s finally found someone worth changing for.”

The room quieted again, the gentle rhythm of the ship rocking beneath you. Somewhere in the galley, a chair scraped faintly, a sign that Sanji was still awake, maybe cleaning, maybe daydreaming.

The kitchen was clean. Spotless, even. Every dish dried and put away, the counters gleaming, the scent of lemon and herbs still lingering faintly in the air.

Sanji stood alone at the center island, one hand gripping the edge of the counter, the other loosely holding a bottle of wine he hadn’t poured yet. The glass in front of him remained empty, catching the golden glow from the overhead lanterns.

His jacket was off, sleeves rolled up, collar a little undone. His tie hung around his neck, loose and forgotten. His hair fell in front of his eyes in soft curls as he hunched over the counter and let out a long, slow breath.

“…Idiot,” he muttered, running a hand over his face. “Stupid, stupid idiot.”

The cork creaked as he pulled it out of the wine bottle, then set it aside. He didn’t pour it yet just stared at the glass like it had personally offended him.

“Of course you asked her for advice,” he mumbled sarcastically, voice full of self mockery. “Genius move, really. Go ask the woman you’re in love with how to win someone else over. Brilliant. Next level romance tactics.”

He sighed, dropping into one of the stools, elbows on the counter, bottle still in hand.

“She probably thinks I’m pathetic. No worse. She probably pities me.” He leaned his head forward until it thudded lightly against the counter. “And then she said I was cute.”

His face flushed immediately.

His voice dropped to a quieter murmur, warm with memory. “She said I was cute just the way I am.”

He let the thought hang in the silence, echoing a little louder in the privacy of the kitchen than it had in the moment it happened. His chest tightened, and he swallowed hard.

She’d said it so casually, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like it was obvious.

Sanji rubbed the back of his neck, fingers twitching. “So what do you do, huh?” he asked no one. “You take that… softness, that little bit of warmth, and you turn around and act like your heart belongs to someone else? You let her believe that?”

He sat back up and finally poured the wine. The liquid splashed neatly into the glass, dark and rich. He stared at it, jaw tight.

“She probably thinks I’m in love with this new pretend woman. And I let her think that.”

He took a sip. He winced.

“Idiot.”

The word came out smaller this time. Not angry. Just… tired. He swirled the glass slowly, watching the way the wine clung to the sides. What was he even doing?

It wasn’t that he meant to lie. He just… panicked. He didn’t know how to say, “Hey, it’s you. It’s been you.” Not without ruining everything. Not without seeing her look at him with pity or worse, discomfort.

So instead, he twisted the truth into something safe. Something that would let her stay close, even if it meant she’d never know the real reason his heart pounded every time she smiled. And now here he was. With wine. And a thousand regrets. Sanji leaned back in his stool and stared at the ceiling.

“…That Sanji? That guy’s dreamy..”

He smiled faintly. Just for a second.

Then he took another drink and muttered again, quietly: “Yeah. Still an idiot.”

⟡𓌉◯𓇋₊˚⊹♡The sun rose bright and golden, casting warm beams across the deck of the Thousand Sunny. The sea was calm today blue skies, soft waves, and the smell of salt on the breeze. It was the kind of morning that promised a good day, or at the very least, a good breakfast.

You stepped out from the girls’ quarters with a sleepy yawn, your hair a little messy and your shirt slightly rumpled from tossing in bed. The moment your feet touched the deck, you felt it a strong pair of hands grabbed yours and spun you into the air.

“FOOOOOOD!!” Luffy shouted, laughing with wild energy.

“Luffy!” you squealed, dizzy but giggling as he twirled you around in a circle like a child with a new toy.

“I can smell it! Sanji’s cooking something amazing!” he cried, holding your hands as he danced with you in a crooked circle. “It’s meat day, I know it!”

You laughed breathlessly as he practically bounced on his heels, his enthusiasm contagious. “You say that every day!”

“Yeah, because I want it every day!” Luffy grinned, his wide, carefree smile beaming down at you. “Sanji’s meat is the best meat ever!”

“Phrasing, Luffy,” Nami said dryly from behind, stepping up onto the deck with a stretch and a mug of coffee.

Robin followed her, calm as ever, a book already tucked under one arm. “Morning,” she greeted softly.

“Morning!” you chirped, finally freed from Luffy’s grasp and straightening your shirt with a grin. “Someone’s fired up today.”

“Sanji’s breakfast are always special,” Luffy said seriously, his head already swiveling toward the galley. “He’s gonna make the eggs all fancy again, I can feel it in my soul.”

“You don’t have a soul,” Zoro muttered from where he was leaning against the railing, clearly only half awake.

“YOU don’t have a soul!” Luffy snapped back without hesitation.

You laughed as Chopper popped up beside you, sniffing the air excitedly. “Is that cinnamon? I think he’s making pancakes too!”

“Cinnamon and meat?!” Luffy gasped, dramatically grabbing you again by the shoulders and shaking you gently. “WE’RE GOING TO HAVE THE BEST FOOD EVER!”

You snorted. “Luffy, please. I haven’t even had water yet.”

From inside the galley, the sound of pots clanging and something sizzling filled the air, along with the unmistakable scent of breakfast being prepared with far too much care for people who would inhale it in under ten minutes. Sanji’s silhouette passed by the window briefly, towel over his shoulder, cigarette hanging from his mouth, sleeves already rolled up. He was in his element.

“C’mon, let’s set the table!” Chopper called, already hurrying to grab the cutlery.

Luffy started dragging you with him, eyes sparkling. “Come on come on come on come ooooon!”

You stumbled along after him with a laugh, glancing once toward the galley door as you passed. You caught the faintest glimpse of Sanji inside, wiping his hands and adjusting a tray of fruit focused, meticulous, and humming under his breath. He didn’t look up. Still, the sight made your chest warm for a second.

“FOOD!” Luffy yelled again.

And just like that, your feet left the deck once more as the world spun in circles and laughter echoed in the salt sweet air.

The dining table was already packed with plates steaming stacks of cinnamon pancakes, golden and fluffy, with fresh berries glistening like jewels. Plates of sliced fruit and scrambled eggs surrounded platters of sizzling meat, toast with butter that melted on contact, and glasses of fresh juice so vibrant they looked like sunlight in a cup. Everyone was in their place, Luffy practically vibrating with excitement as he bounced in his seat, holding himself back with visible restraint. Chopper was wide eyed, murmuring a small, “Wow,” under his breath. Brook had already begun singing softly to himself in the background, adding a calm rhythm to the buzz of morning chatter.

And then came Sanji.

He emerged from the galley with the final tray a dish of roasted vegetables and sweet sausages, perfectly arranged. His sleeves were still rolled up, his apron dusted lightly with flour, and his hair slightly tousled from the heat of the kitchen.

“Ladies,” he announced with a low, charming bow, “your breakfast has arrived.”

He moved first to Nami, as always, placing her plate in front of her with graceful precision. “For you, my lovely Nami swan, with extra honey on your pancakes just the way you like.”

She smirked behind her mug of coffee. “Charming as always, Sanji.”

“And for you, divine Robin chwan,” he said next, setting her dish down with a delicate touch. “Light seasoning, a side of papaya, and just a pinch of powdered sugar.”

Robin gave him a small, pleased smile. “Thank you. You’re quite attentive.”

And then he turned to you.

You were mid sip of juice when he knelt beside you instead of merely leaning over. The tray he carried was smaller, more focused. A beautiful arrangement of all your favorites crispy hash browns, folded omelet with cheese and herbs, pancakes with caramel drizzle and sliced bananas, and a perfectly cut piece of grilled sausage shaped like a little heart.

“Mon trésor,” he said softly, offering the tray like it was a gift more than a plate. “Everything you love. And I made the syrup myself.”

Your breath caught slightly, caught off guard by the subtle, extra sparkle in his eyes. He looked… softer, not just playful. Like this breakfast wasn’t just breakfast. Like he’d memorized your taste for reasons he hadn’t admitted yet.

You blinked, then gave him a slow, teasing smile. “You didn’t carve a heart sausage for the others, did you?”

“No,” he replied smoothly. “Only for the one who deserves it.”

You felt Nami’s stare from the other side of the table and heard Luffy inhale sharply next to you like he’d just discovered something juicy.

“Sanji…” you said, eyes narrowing playfully, “what are you up to?”

“Nothing at all,” he lied, setting the plate down with a flourish. “Only offering the best to the woman who brightens this ship more than the sunrise.”

Robin chuckled quietly. Nami straight up snorted into her coffee.

You stared at him, suspicious and amused. “Is this still about mystery lady you like?”

Sanji didn’t answer right away. His smile twitched just slightly, eyes flickering across your face like he wanted to say something more but instead, he straightened with that classic, smooth grin.

“Only a fool wouldn’t treat someone as radiant as you like royalty,” he said simply, giving a little bow before turning away to serve the others. You glanced down at the heart shaped sausage. Something fluttered in your chest.

⟡𓌉◯𓇋₊˚⊹♡You were mid bite into your syrup drenched pancakes when Nami slapped your shoulder with the back of her hand.

“OW !” you yelped, nearly dropping your fork. “What?!”

“Did you see that?!” she hissed, leaning in, her eyes wide with scandalized amusement.

“Mf what ?” you mumbled through a mouthful of food, blinking.

Nami grabbed a napkin and pretended to casually wipe her mouth, voice low and fast. “Girl, that wasn’t just flirting..”

She stared at you like you’d grown a second head. You choked slightly.

Robin, still reading her book nearby, turned a page without looking up. “I think it was quite romantic.”

You turned to Nami, whispering hotly, “Okay, okay, I know, I’m sitting right here !”

Nami snickered, eyes sparkling like she was witnessing a live soap opera. “Don’t ‘I know’ me. I’ve never seen him look like that before. And he’s Sanji. His flirting is practically a weather system.”

You felt your face heat up, the kind of warmth that crept from your cheeks to the tips of your ears. You reached for your juice, mostly for something to do with your hands. “Maybe he was just being… nice.”

“Oh yeah,” Nami drawled. “Super nice…. because he’s reaaaaaal nice”

You groaned into your hands. “Nami, please. He likes someone else, remember?”

That sobered her slightly. She leaned back, eyes narrowing with a more thoughtful glint. “Right. The ‘mystery woman.’” Then she gave you a side glance. “are you sure he said someone not on this ship?”

You bit your lip, still smiling on the outside, but there was a tug behind your ribs. A quiet little twist. Your eyes drifted back to the galley doors where he’d disappeared, probably humming while he finished up dishes or prepared Luffy’s inevitable third round. He’d looked so proud when he’d set your plate down. So sure of what he was doing. So… hopeful.

Nami tilted her head. “So… he’s head over heels and trying to grow a pair finally”

“Yeah.” You toyed with your juice glass, swirling the contents. “I think he actually wants it to mean something. For once.”

Nami let out a low whistle, then narrowed her eyes at you. “And how do you feel about that?”

You hesitated. “I mean… proud. I guess. I know we joke about how ridiculous he is, but… I think it’s really sweet he’s trying.”

She watched you for a beat too long. “But?”

Your smile faltered a little. You looked down at your plate.

“…But I feel kind of stupid,” you admitted softly.

Nami frowned. “Why?”

“Because the whole time I was helping him figure out how to win her over, I kept thinking…” You trailed off, then huffed a quiet laugh. “Never mind.”

Nami leaned closer. “Hey. Come on.”

You finally looked at her, cheeks warm. “I kept thinking how nice it would be if it was… me.”

There was a pause. Nami’s eyes softened. “Damn,” she whispered.

You elbowed her, laughing despite the ache in your chest. “Shut up.”

Robin closed her book with a soft snap. “Well… whoever she is, she must be someone very special.”

You smiled, a little more bittersweet this time, and took another bite of pancake. “Yeah,” you murmured. “She must be.”

Your fingers gently pushed a piece of banana around your plate.

He doesn’t love you. Not really. Even if part of him wants to. Even if you wish you’d said something before he asked for advice on how to love someone else.

Still blushing, you turned back to Nami, managing a weak grin. “I think I need more juice.”

as you stood, your eyes lingered one last time toward the galley. Just in time to see Sanji peek out just briefly like he was checking if you were enjoying your meal. Your heart squeezed, and you looked away before your smile gave too much away. He was trying so hard. Too bad it wasn’t for you.

The kitchen was warm with the scent of baked bread and spices when you wandered in, the early morning hush broken only by the soft clink of utensils and the faint sound of Sanji humming to himself. He stood at the counter with his sleeves rolled up, focused on arranging plates like he was crafting art instead of breakfast.

You leaned against the doorway with a small grin.

“Morning, loverboy.”

He jolted ever so slightly, a spoon slipping from his fingers and bouncing on the counter with a quiet clatter. “Tch must you sneak up on me like that?”

“I announced myself,” you said, walking in. “You’re just easy to rattle before coffee.”

He glanced over his shoulder, giving you a crooked smile. “If I’m rattled, it’s only because an angel wandered into my kitchen.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile didn’t waver as you made your way toward the pitcher of juice near the sink.

“I’m just here for this,” you said, reaching for a glass.

But before you could pour it, Sanji stepped beside you, brushing past with effortless grace. His hand slipped gently around your waist not holding, not lingering, just enough to move you an inch to the side so he could reach the pitcher.

“Allow me,” he said smoothly, as if he did this every morning. As if his hand hadn’t just sent a ripple of heat straight up your spine.

He poured the juice calmly, setting the glass down in front of you with a soft “Here you go.”

You took it, blinking, and looked down for a second to ground yourself before flashing him a smile.

“Thanks.”

Sanji leaned against the counter casually, watching you with that faint smile of his, the one that held just enough softness to make your chest feel tight. You took a sip, pretending not to notice the way your skin still buzzed faintly where he’d touched you. “Breakfast smells good.”

“Only the best for my favorite ladies,” he said smoothly

You looked down into your juice. “The food was delicious”

He chuckled, low and warm. “Im happy that I could be of service”

You glanced at him from over the rim of your glass. “You do that everyday amazingly”

He tilted his head, just the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. “Maybe I just like the smile it puts on your face.”

You nearly choked. You lifted your glass. “Careful, chef. Keep that up and the mysterious girl you’re into might get jealous.”

The words slipped out before you could stop them. You meant it as a joke. A tease. A shield. Sanji’s smile faltered just for a second. His gaze flicked to yours, something unreadable there.

Then he laughed, but it was quieter this time. “I'm sure she wouldn’t mind.”

You turned slightly, sipping your juice to hide your expression. Your heart did something unhelpful and fluttery. The touch of his hand still lingered like a phantom against your waist. “Well,” you said, eyes on the glass, “if she’s smart, she’ll hold on tight.”

You didn’t look back as you walked out, but you felt his gaze trail after you all the way to the door.

⟡𓌉◯𓇋₊˚⊹♡ cobblestone streets winding between open stalls, music playing faintly in the distance, and the smell of fresh pastries wafting through the air. With no mission scheduled, the Straw Hats had the rare gift of a free day on land. Naturally, you and Usopp took full advantage of it. You’d only been out for five minutes and had already stopped at three shops none of which you bought anything from. “Okay,” you said, holding up a ridiculous, oversized feathered hat from a vendor’s stall. “If I wear this, you think people will start treating me like royalty?”

Usopp struck a dramatic pose beside you. “You're so ratchet but it might work if I’m your royal advisor slash bodyguard slash legendary sniper.”

“So, your usual job?”

“Exactly,” he said proudly. “But Id be more likea knight and shining armour”

You snorted, putting the hat on Usopp’s head instead. “There. Now you look like a circus magician with tax fraud.”

He gasped in mock betrayal. “You take that back! This hat is limited edition!”

“Limited to what? Crimes against fashion?”

The vendor, who’d been quietly observing your antics, stifled a laugh while pretending to dust off some trinkets. Usopp adjusted the hat “You laugh now, but when I unveil my next great invention Usopp’s Amazing Weather Manipulation Cloak everyone will be begging to buy this look.”

“Oh yeah?” you asked, starting to walk down the street with him. “And what does this miracle cloak do?”

He puffed out his chest. “Simple. It changes the weather according to your mood. Sunny when you’re happy, storms when you’re mad ”

“So basically, you want to create a walking hazard to public safety? we will be taking away Nami’s job”

“Exactly!”

You cackled, nearly tripping over a barrel. “God, it’s a good thing Chopper’s the doctor and not you.”

“Hey! My inventions have some scientific basis!”

You gave him a look. “Like when you tried to glue mirrors to your boots so you could ‘sneak around corners’?”

Usopp immediately turned red. “That was strategic! I was testing the laws of physics!”

“You blinded yourself.”

“shall we not dwell on the past you fiend”

You were both doubled over laughing by now, dodging around carts and weaving between market stalls. A group of kids ran past you squealing, and you barely missed getting smacked in the face with a balloon on a string. You eventually slowed near a little fountain in the town square, both of you catching your breath.

Usopp leaned on the edge of the fountain dramatically. “Man… why cant all days we stay like this.”

You took a sip from your water bottle and collapsed beside him on the ledge. “That isnt great warrior of the sea of you.”

The breeze picked up, brushing through your hair, and you sat in a comfortable silence for a moment just long enough for Usopp to break it. “Do you think Sanji would survive if we came back wearing matching ‘I ❤️ Zoro’ shirts?”

You didn’t even hesitate. “No. He’d implode.”

“immediate death then we’d get kicked off the ship.”

The sun glinted off the surface of the fountain water as you sat side by side with Usopp, still catching your breath from all the laughter. A light breeze picked up, rustling the colorful banners strung between rooftops and carrying the smell of sea salt and warm bread.

You were about to comment on how this was the first day in a while that felt truly peaceful when Usopp suddenly elbowed your arm.

“Hey, hey,” he said, nodding toward a stall across the square, “look who’s working his magic.”

You followed his gaze and immediately spotted Sanji. He was standing by a small fruit stall, all smiles and flowing compliments. The woman behind it a pretty local vendor was blushing furiously as Sanji offered to help carry something for her. His hand brushed hers lightly, and he flashed that dazzling, practiced grin you’d seen him give a thousand times before.

You swallowed, your smile fading just slightly. You tried to hide it, keeping your tone light.

“Guess that’s her, huh?” you murmured, glancing down at your hands in your lap.

Usopp blinked. “Her?”

You nodded faintly. “The one he asked me advice about. Makes sense, doesn’t it? We’ve been on this island for a week. He probably met her on one of those early grocery runs or something.”

Usopp looked back at the scene Sanji carefully adjusting the strap on the woman’s basket, saying something low that made her giggle and then back at you.

You gave a small sigh, more to yourself than anything. “She’s really pretty.”

Usopp’s face scrunched up, seeing the drop in your expression. “Hey, hey don’t go all mopey on me. You don’t even know if that’s the girl. He flirts with everything that moves.”

You laughed, despite yourself, but it was a little quieter than usual. Usopp, sensing he needed to go full Usopp mode, jumped to his feet. “Alright,” he said dramatically, striking a pose. “There’s only one thing to do in moments of emotional distress.”

You looked up, suspicious. “Usopp, what are you ”

“ Distraction via comedy!” he yelled, grabbing your hand with a flourish. “Come on, I’ll perform the Dance of a Thousand Legends!”

“What?!”

Before you could brace yourself, he spun you in an overly exaggerated twirl your legs tangled, your foot caught on the edge of the fountain

And with a splash, you were completely submerged in the cool, shallow water.

Usopp’s eyes went wide. “NO NO WAIT THAT WASN’T ”

You popped up, soaked from head to toe, blinking water out of your lashes, hair plastered to your cheeks.

“…Usopp,” you said slowly, voice eerily calm.

He held up both hands. “In my defense, that was the wind.”

You arched a brow, lips twitching despite yourself. “The wind spun me into the fountain?”

“It was a team effort.”

A beat of silence passed. Then you both cracked up. Laughter echoed around the fountain again, loud and genuine and ridiculous. A few people turned to look, but you didn’t care. Usopp offered you his hand with a grin, and this time, you took it just to yank him in with you. Another splash. Another shriek. Now you were both drenched, flailing in the fountain like overgrown children. You forgot about Sanji. You forgot about the girl. For the moment, there was just laughter, water, and one very amazing best friend who knew exactly how to pull you back to the surface.

⟡𓌉◯𓇋₊˚⊹♡The dock came into view, and you and Usopp were practically wheezing from laughter as you stumbled down the path toward the ship, clothes still slightly damp from your earlier fountain mishap. Your makeshift T shirts handwritten in bold, messy letters with black marker proudly declared:

“I ❤️ ZORO”

Usopp kept pausing every few steps to bend over, hands on his knees, cackling like he hadn’t laughed in years.

“Oh my God,” you gasped, holding your side. “The look on his face is going to kill me.”

“I’m not ready,” Usopp panted, straightening up. “We need to be serious. Completely serious. No laughing.”

You immediately broke into another fit of laughter. “I already can’t breathe, how do you expect me to be serious?”

When the ship came fully into view, you shared a silent nod.

You both climbed up the ramp with as much drama as two theater kids about to win an award. The sun glinted off your ridiculous shirts as you stormed aboard like you were coming back from war. Zoro was on the deck, leaning against the mast with a toothpick in his mouth, sword at his hip, arms crossed like he definitely hadn’t been napping two minutes ago. His eyes flicked up in your direction and immediately narrowed.

You and Usopp struck matching poses. Team Rocket who?

“Zoro~!” you cooed, spinning in a slow circle to show off your shirt. “Look what we got made just for you~!”

Usopp threw both arms out. “We’re your number one fans!”

Zoro stared for a full second. “What the hell is wrong with you two.”

“Love does strange things to a person,” you said seriously, clutching your chest like you were about to faint.

“Speak for yourself,” Usopp added, holding his hand out to Zoro. “Your number one admirer. Autograph, please?”

Zoro’s face didn’t change. “You’re both idiots.”

“And proud,” you shot back with a wink.

Zoro turned, started walking away.

Usopp gasped. “Wait! Are you running from your feelings?”

“I swear, I will cut those shirts off you.”

“I’d love for you to try,” you said, chasing after him like a lovesick fangirl. “Zorooo~ come back~!”

Zoro grunted, picking up the pace, muttering something about needing to train which was definitely just code for escape. You and Usopp high fived triumphantly behind him, nearly doubled over with laughter.

“I’m giving us full credit,” you wheezed.

“As you should,” Usopp grinned. “This is peak comedy.”

The rest of the crew could only stare in confusion, amusement, or deep concern as the two of you continued your dramatic pursuit across the deck, yelling declarations of love at a very, very done swordsman. Somewhere near the helm, Franky raised an eyebrow, watching you dart after Zoro with your wet hair still dripping and marker all over your shirt. He blinked.

“…so like I need that shirt” he muttered.

Nami, passing by with a drink, didn’t look up. “No. No, you don’t.”

⟡𓌉◯𓇋₊˚⊹♡The sun was low in the sky, casting a golden shimmer across the waves lapping gently against the docked ship. You stood near the edge of the deck, your still soaked hair dripping quietly onto the wood below as you twisted it in your hands, trying to wring out as much water as you could. The sea breeze lifted the ends of your hair and shirt, still clinging damply to your frame. Your laughter from earlier with Usopp had faded into a peaceful calm now, the kind that settles in after the hecticness dies down and your chest is sore from joy.

Unbeknownst to you, Sanji stood just a few feet away frozen.

His cigarette hung lazily from his lips, forgotten.

The way the setting sun hit you glistening droplets trailing down your neck, the soft curve of your smile even in silence it was like something out of one of his daydreams. His heart gave a strange little flutter, and for a moment, everything else faded into the background. Sparkles. Literal sparkles.

He sighed, eyes softening like he didn’t even realize he was staring. then… he saw it. The shirt. “I ❤️ ZORO.”

His jaw clenched. The sparkles popped like a bubble. His eye twitched. “Zoro?” He looked around as if to yell “WHY ZORO?!” to the gods themselves.

Muttering something under his breath that might’ve included “blasphemous,” Sanji snuffed out his cigarette and made his way toward you, trying his best to look composed like his heart hadn’t just been broken by marker ink.

You heard soft footsteps behind you before you felt the gentle weight of a towel placed across your shoulders.

“Dry off properly,” Sanji said, voice low but kind. “You’ll catch a cold standing around like that.”

You blinked, looking over your shoulder at him in surprise.

“Oh thank you,” you said, taking the towel and patting your face first, then moving to your hair. “Sorry, didn’t mean to leave a puddle. Again.”

He gave a small shake of his head, kneeling down slightly to help towel off the ends of your hair. “Don’t apologize. You looked like a drowned cat earlier. Now you look like a damp angel.”

You rolled your eyes with a small smile. “You were doing so well. So close to normal.”

“Can’t help it,” he murmured, fingers brushing your shoulder briefly before pulling back. “You’re lucky I care whether you freeze to death.”

You looked at him then, soft towel still pressed to your hair, and his gaze met yours for a second too long.

“…Thanks, Sanji,” you said again, a little more sincerely this time.

His hand hovered like he wanted to reach for you again, but then his eyes flicked back to your shirt. The grimace returned instantly.

“He doesnt deserve that,” he muttered, standing up straight.

You laughed as he turned away. “HEY! hes so babygirl I cant help it” you called after him.

“he is absolutely not” he shouted back. “You want breakfast tomorrow? Say goodbye to that shirt!” You grinned to yourself, towel wrapped around your shoulders, and turned back toward the waves, a little warmer than you’d been before.

Sanji had only made it a few steps before turning on his heel with a fresh spark of dramatics and indignation blazing in his eyes. “Actually,” he said, pointing directly at your chest well, your shirt, but it didn’t help his case “take that off.”

You blinked at him. “Excuse me?”

“That shirt!” he sputtered, already flailing slightly. “That insult to fashion and common decency take it off!”

Your grin curled like a mischievous wave. “Oh? So you do want me to take my clothes off.”

He froze Eyes wide. Face immediately red. “No I mean yes wait, NO!”

You burst into laughter, doubling over slightly with the towel still wrapped around your shoulders. “Wow, Sanji. I didn’t think you’d be so bold! Here? Out in the open?”

“That’s not ! That’s not what I meant, don’t twist my words like that!” he wailed, fanning himself with one hand, his other flailing like he was fighting off a swarm of bees. “I just I meant the shirt! Not ! Not you being ! Naked ! I mean, not that I’d mind NO, WAIT !”

You were fully wheezing now, nearly stumbling over the dock as you clutched the towel and your ribs.

“I can’t believe this is the hill you chose to die on,” you giggled.

He groaned into his hands. “This is not what I meant! Mosshead doesn’t deserve to be worshipped like that, not even ironically! What does he have that I don’t, huh?!”

You tilted your head with an evil sparkle in your eye. “You mean besides incredible muscle mass, a mysterious bad boy attitude, and oh my god hes just so handsome”

Sanji looked like you’d kicked him in the soul.

“I I have !” He pointed to himself, eyes wide, desperate. “I can cook! I’m chivalrous! I’d rather die than let you even get a scratch, i bet he wouldn’t even–”

You raised a brow, still smirking. “So… you’re saying you want me to wear your name on my shirt?”

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Blushed so hard he practically glowed.

Then muttered, “if it’s written in chocolate on you everything would change.”

You blinked. You weren’t sure if he meant on a shirt or on your skin, but judging by how red his ears were now, he wasn’t sure either.

“…You’re unbelievable,” you snorted, shaking your head and heading toward the ramp.

“You started it!” he called after you, still flustered and pointing. “I’m redeeming fashion! I’m doing the Lord’s work!”

You turned just slightly, giving him a wink.

“Sure, loverboy. Let me know when your merch line drops.” You disappeared up the ship, leaving a very red, very confused Sanji behind with his towel and shattered pride.

⟡𓌉◯𓇋₊˚⊹♡Everyone had long since gone to bed, their laughter fading into soft snores behind closed doors.

Except you.

Sleep just… wasn’t happening. No matter how many times you rolled over or how tightly you hugged your pillow, your mind wouldn’t stop spinning. So you gave up, slipped into a loose sweater and shorts, and padded softly down the hall barefoot toward the kitchen. you padded softly into the kitchen, hoping some warm tea or leftover fruit might help settle your restless thoughts.

What you didn’t expect was the dim glow of the kitchen lamp already on… or the disheveled blond figure hunched over on the bench beneath the window.

“Sanji?”

His head lifted slowly. His tie was loose and crooked, shirt half buttoned, and his hair messier than usual like he’d run his fingers through it too many times. His cheeks were flushed a faint rose, and his eyes were just the wrong kind of glossy.

He blinked, then smiled like he was watching the sun rise for the first time.

“Angel,” he breathed. “You really do walk on clouds, don’t you?”

You blinked, caught a little off guard by how fast he perked up.

“Hey, hey easy there, loverboy,” you said with a chuckle, walking over and gently placing your hands on his shoulders to ease him back down. “Calm down, big boy.” You couldn’t help a snort. “Okay, Casanova, how many glasses in are you?”

He held up two fingers… then thought about it and added a third. “10.”

“Right.”

You walked past him to the counter and grabbed a clean cup, filling it with water. “You’re lucky it’s me and not Zoro. He’d have tied you to the mast for being this loud.”

“He’s just jealous of me,” Sanji mumbled dramatically, gaze following you the entire way.

You walked back to him, holding out the glass. “Drink this. You’re gonna regret whatever this is in the morning.”

He stared at the water. “But you’re the only thing I’m thirsty for ”

“Sanji,” you warned with a half laugh, plopping into the chair beside him and crossing your arms.

“Right. Water.” He took the glass and chugged it like it might turn into wine. “That was for you.”

“Thanks,” you snorted. “I feel incredibly hydrated by proxy.”

He swayed slightly and rested his cheek against his fist, still looking at you like you held the moon in your palms. “You’re really beautiful, you know that?”

You tilted your head. “You tell every girl that.”

“But I mean it more when it’s you,” he slurred softly.

Your lips parted, but the words didn’t come. There was something raw about how he said it. Like he wasn’t trying to charm you. Just… saying what he felt.

You swallowed and looked away for a second, staring at the quiet kitchen. “Why’re you drinking alone?”

He shrugged, shoulders loose and hazy. “Just thinking. About stupid things. About smart things that feel stupid. About shirts and swords and ” he hiccuped, “ how I’ll never be cool like Zoro.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile. “Zoro wouldn’t even know how to turn on a stove.”

“I know!” Sanji whined. “I know. But he doesn’t need to. People just like him anyway. And you ” he paused, his voice dropping a little “you wore his name.”

That made you blink. You looked at him fully now. “Sanji…”

He let out a breathy laugh and shook his head, burying his face in his arms against the table.

“I’m being dumb again, huh?” he mumbled. “I always get like this when you’re near. It’s like my brain turns into scrambled eggs.”

You watched him for a moment, your chest tight with something unspoken.

“…You’re not dumb,” you said finally, your voice quiet. “You’re just bad at pretending you don’t feel things.”

He peeked up at you, eyes soft.

You smiled gently. “It’s kinda… what I like about you.”

You sat down next to him on the bench, a comfortable space between you until Sanji, with absolutely zero hesitation, leaned into you and snuggled his head against your shoulder.

“Mmm.” His voice was muffled in your sweater. “You’re so warm. You smell like the sea and something sweet… like honey. Or cake. Or maybe youre just as sweet.”

You blinked, looking down at the mess of blond hair now nestled into you. You let him rest there, too tired to push him off and maybe not really wanting to. The kitchen was quiet aside from the ticking of the wall clock and the hum of the ship gently rocking with the waves. His body was warm against yours, heavy and content.

After a moment, you murmured, “You okay, Sanji?”

He let out a sigh, his breath hitting your collarbone. “Nope.”

You smiled faintly, resting your head lightly against his. “Wanna talk about it?”

“Nope.”

“…Want more water?”

“Only if you hold it for me like a baby bird.”

You snorted. “Yeah, you’re done.”

Sanji shifted slightly against you, cheek still pressed to your shoulder, but now his fingers were fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve tugging, releasing, tugging again. There was a quiet stillness in the kitchen, broken only by the ticking clock and the gentle sway of the ship. “…Hey,” he mumbled, voice thick and unsteady. “Can I ask you something?”

You glanced down at him, smile soft. “Sure.”

He hesitated, then pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. They were a little glassy from the wine, sure, but behind that, you saw something so cute and honest peeking through. He looked almost… scared.

“Do you…” He swallowed. “Do you actually like me? Like this?”

You blinked. “What do you mean ‘like this’?”

He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck, face now red as a tomato. “I mean I know I’m kind of a disaster. I flirt too much, I say dumb stuff, I fall too fast, I… twirl around like an idiot half the time. But when I asked you for advice… I wasn’t ”

He cut himself off with a shaky breath, then turned back to you, expression completely open now, like he was laying his heart on the table next to the crumbs and the empty wine bottle.

“…I was trying to ask how to get you to like me.”

Time stopped. Literally, it felt like the kitchen froze. The air thickened, your heart skipped so hard it hurt, and your brain went completely blank except for one long, internal scream.

“W What?” you breathed.

He winced slightly, clearly mistaking your shock for horror. “I know I’m an idiot. I thought maybe if I asked like it was about someone else, it wouldn’t be so embarrassing. You’re just so amazing. You laugh at my jokes, you call me out when I’m being over the top, and you look at me like I’m… a person. Not a character.”

Your mouth opened and closed uselessly. “Wait. Wait.”

He kept going, barely able to meet your eyes now, fingers nervously twisting the fabric of your sweater. “I thought if I could just be better, maybe you’d see me differently. Maybe you’d want to give me a shot. I didn’t want to mess it up by saying the wrong thing so I thought… maybe you could tell me how to win over a girl like you. B But that’s stupid, right?”

It hit you like a ton of bricks. A ton of bricks wrapped in love letters and wine stained confessions. The girl he’d been talking about… the one he wanted to be better for, the one he asked about so earnestly… it wasn’t some island stranger.

It had been you.

Your breath hitched as your brain scrambled for a coherent thought. Your face burned so hot it might’ve glowed in the dark.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, barely audible. “Sanji.”

He was still looking down, shoulders tense, voice quiet and fragile. “Yeah?”

You swallowed hard. “You… you’re in love with me?”

His face practically exploded in red as he jerked his head back up to look at you, horrified. “I Wh What?! I mean yes?! No I mean dammit oui?! I didn’t mean to say it like that! I meant like not like, love love but maybe like a crush or oh god I’m drunk, ignore me ”

You pressed your hands to your cheeks, laughing way too high pitched, flustered beyond saving.

“Sanji,” you squeaked.

“I was so smooth in my head,” he groaned, burying his face into your shoulder again. “I had speeches and everything. Why did I drink five glasses?!”

You laughed again, covering your face. “You’re such an idiot.”

“Is that a yes idiot or a no idiot?”

You bit your lip, cheeks hot, heart racing as you looked down at the ridiculous, flustered man holding onto your arm like he might float away otherwise.

“…Maybe it’s a yes idiot,” you whispered.

His head whipped up. “What?!”

You smiled shyly. “Maybe I like you too. Just the way you are.”

He blinked. Then blinked again. And then

He passed out in your lap.

“…Unbelievable,” you muttered, flustered and smiling helplessly as you smoothed back his hair. “You really are the dumbest romantic I’ve ever met.”

Sanji: I just wanna eat you up… starting with a little nibble here and maybe a lick there

[chuugiwara]

GIVE YOU THE STARS !!

──★ synposis !!: while you watch the moon and stars, Sanji only looks at you. he knew true love existed outside of fairytales, because you did.

──★ or, in which !!: Sanji finds himself completely smitten with the astrologist on the crew, whose mystery is as deep as her wounded heart. he vows to give you something as bright as the lights in the night sky you love so much. anything to fill the love of his life's wounds, but how could the cook possibly hope to outshine the stars itself?

──★ pairings !!: sanji vinsmoke x fem! reader

──★ tags !!: sanji trying desperately to win your heart, astrologist reader, sanji pinning baddd, slight angst, mentions of low self-esteem, lots of fluff, humor, sanji competing with the world apparently, mentions of worship !!

──★ word count !!: 5.7k words !!

──★ extras !!: does not follow main anime/manga plot whatsoever, just a fluffy fic i wanted to put into the world, slightly inspired by the song "tek it" by cafune, considered a oneshot !!

©nanasplushy, do not copy, plagiarize or translate my work. thank you

Sanji knew the trials of love were a concept far deeper than most could ever hope to truly comprehend, he knew that fact very well. he also knew that even he hadn't truly grasped that image of true love with a woman. the burning rush of emotions, hotter than any flame he had skillfully cooked over, the way those same flames licked away at his skin the same way love nipped at one's heart. deeper than that, it was a sensation felt through one's very soul, two beings of the world sparking like stars in the sky and meeting as one.

to Sanji, it was concept that played much farther than a simple phrase people threw around like it meant nothing. no, the concepts of love had long since been lost to the blonde cook who sailed aboard the sea with a crew whose captain held a bottomless pit for stomach. even so, he knew that love could not simply be just written in fairytales. he knew it the first time he could truly appreciate a woman for who she was. beyond the physical aspects that caught a man's eye, a woman's heart was a jewel most precious to the world. unworthy of most, and yet worth all the praises the world could offer. to Sanji, women were beings sent directly from the sky above, angels who graced the earth with their very presence alone, bringing miracles to the lowly people who stood beneath their flawless forms. Sanji knew, deep within his very core, that true love did exist. just like he chased his dreams of finding the all blue, he chased the idea of love like a madman. unapologetic, relentless, and with a passion only he could bring forth into this plane of existence. it existed. Sanji just knew it. because you did. onions and garlic sat at his mercy against the chopping board, his hands never missing a single beat in its orders. perfectly sliced, pressed and crushed to release the most potent flavors that could make the taste of his food melt on one's tongue. cooking was not just his job, it was his passion. Sanji lived for this, the rush in the kitchen, the way every plate held itself like it lived and breathed among them. call him delusional, but Sanji knew food could cure one's heart. there was a flicker in yours, cold- and almost mysterious. closed off from the world, and hiding the softest care from his own soul. as if saving that grace for whoever was worthy of you. clearly, Sanji was not that man.  there was something so alluring to it that merely existed within you, but that alone was enough to pull any sane person's eyes onto you. a grace in the way you held your book of stars, the way your fingertips would softly caress each page as if sending it a meaningful farewell before moving onto the next one. your eyes were always so deep in thought, in the study of that above; that Sanji wanted to know what carried in your mind with desperation. what kind of thoughts could a woman like you hold, what burdens did you carry in your soul. a soul that was meant to shine as brightly as your eyes did at night, when no one saw the way your lips moved into a familiar smile to the sky above, or how only when with those very same constellations did you truly feel at ease. 

Sanji wanted to know, if even for a sliver of his strengths, could he cradle that damaged heart back to what it once was. to fix all your worries and make you smile at him like that? Sanji knew true love existed, because he felt it the moment Luffy had introduced you to the rest of them with a vigor that held nothing but happiness to the new member. your eyes were wide, a fear flickering between them as if a shooting star had passed right before him; and Sanji had wished harder than he ever had the day you became a part of their wild crew. that even for a moment, he would hush away that fear lingering in your heart. whether from his cooking, or words that never ended in his mind for you, Sanji vowed that he would bring the very stars you loved down from the sky and into your palm. without worry for the what ifs, or the possibility of the dangers tomorrow threatened, Sanji would be there to shield it all away from you. true love did exist, because that feeling that burrowed deeply into his softened heart had only bloomed into a flower filled with true admiration for the girl who watched the stars like a blessing. there was a distinctly clean line of difference between loving and being in love. Sanji loved women, yes, not because he saw what every other man saw- that wasn't all there was to it, but because every woman deserved to feel that flutter of compliments for merely blessing the rest of the world with their presence. every woman deserved to be appreciated, after all, what kind of gentleman would he be if he didn't live by that rule? 

but you? mon cœur- Sanji was a man bewitched. 

for all that you were, all that you had been, and all you would be; Sanji was undeniably, and irrevocably in love with you. you moved your hair back from your face with ease, the pestering strand of softness shining beneath the light of the kitchen as you sat a few feet away. so close, but so far away, and Sanji felt his hands falter for the slightest second. how cruel could the world be to have him stranded so helplessly far away from his angel among pesky humans like him? like clockwork, his hands moved with precision once more, the sound carrying peacefully through the kitchen as every aroma met your nose that was tucked away in another book of stars. Sanji wondered if someday, you would tell him all the knowledge you knew of each star. their name, what they did, how much you liked it from the rest. did you have a favorite? if so, which one, and why? what drew you to it and made it shine above all else? his eyes fell into your essence, like a dry sponge desperate to soak up every ounce of you; Sanji admired the way you were so focused on your book. he had been staring at you this entire time, and you were so enthralled in the words before you. you hadn't even noticed.

he prayed you didn't. a woman like you was far too perfect to be seen my any man. even him, especially him. no other mere mortal could bestow the sigh of an angel like you with the naked eye; it would be like trying to look at the sun. Sanji was willing to let his eyes burn to hell for all he cared. your eyes flashed up briefly, catching his gaze in surprise. his head practically slammed against the chopping board, turning his back quickly to hide the sight of his carelessness. you watched him slide the herbs and vegetables into the pot, stirring calmly as if his hand wasn't shaking as he cooked. you blinked, quietly setting your book to the side as you stood. "mind if i help?" you breathed out, the world seeming to stop as your voice graced his very existence like a blessing from god itself. you peeked from his side, a softness in your eyes that made every trace of him melt into a puddle in your hands. "ma belle, it would be an honor." he sighed out wistfully as his hand tenderly brough your knuckles to his lips. his lips were soft, moving into a charming smile that made your smile widen some. 

"the pleasures all mine," you giggled, the sleeves of your sweater rolled up with great care as you moved your hair out of the way. Sanji watched, like a man who held nothing but the traces of love in his brain as you moved. an apron, similar to his own was taken from his rack, blending over your clothes as his fingers moved to take the strings from your hands.

"allow me," his voice was soft, the kind of softness that carried when Sanji spoke from the heart. he usually did, and maybe that's why you always found yourself moving to the kitchen to keep him company despite no words being shared between you two. your bit back a smile, letting him secure the apron over you as his breath fanned the side of your neck. "i could have tied it myself, you know." you admitted, heart astir as his laugh met the shell of your ear like a secret meant for just you two. 

the scent of cigarettes met your sensitive nose, smoke curling before your eyes as he sucked in a slow and steady breath. " what kind of man would i be to let a lady do all the hard work?" you rolled your eyes to that, a playfulness in the air as you let yourself breath in the warmth Sanji carried with him. like a blanket on a cold night, a cup of warm coffee to savor amidst the stars, and a blonde chef who made your eyes shine just the smallest bit brighter without even knowing it.

"i would hardly consider this," you pointed to the apron on your body, pink and frilly, the words kiss the cook!! printed boldly on the front. "hard work- Sanji why do you even have this?" a messy laugh you hadn't planned, seemed to slip through your lips with ease. like the simmering water of the curry cooking over the flames beside you, mixing with spices of love, and the tenderness of his heart; your eyes wide as you quickly slapped your hand over your mouth. coving the sound and face burning in embarrassment, you watched the way Sanji let himself crack to the sound. his own heart jumped, singing a tune that could put their musician to shame as it sung solely for you. his own head tilting back some, and you noticed the way he laughed with a freedom you wished to grasp one day. free, unbothered to whoever heard it. a laugh that came from the bottom of one's stomach, the messy kind- the best kind of laugh.

he shook his head, leaning down the slightest as he tenderly pulled your hands from your mouth. your lips parted softly, a breath being pulled from your lungs and into the flavors of love as Sanji smiled to you. it was wide, truthful, no ounce of hidden mockery as he held you there. "do not dare insult me by keeping such a lovely sound from reaching my ears." he admitted, and though it came out like a playful warning, something in the love cook proved he meant it with every fiber of his heart. as if admitting to something so much more, you felt your heart skip a beat as he kept a comforting hold on our hands.

above, the stars twinkled in favor to the sight hidden from them. every constellation you memorized, every name, ever shape and size suddenly wasn't that important anymore. as if you had been pulled back to the land of the living, a spark of life threw through the chambers of a heart once laid barren and desolate. now, held tightly with hands that poured love into everything he created. food, compliments, you named it; Sanji gave it. but that look in his eyes? Sanji knew, that was true love.  there was no denying that fact.

but if the night prior had been a dream, Sanji didn't want it to end. not now, not ever. let him drift within the world of creation, floating through the stars you admired so much, the velvety sounds of your laughter lulling him into absolute security. you tasted every spoonful he slipped against lips that were created from the first light of the world's creation, smiling like it was truly just you and him in the world, as if that love that burned hotter than any dish, any kick he could hope to pull off; was felt on your end too. 

when the rest of the crew had come back to eat, you had slipped through his fingers as quickly as he had gotten a hold of you. gone like a poem last seen on the tip of his tongue, like a song he desperately needed to hear again, a sight that burned any time he closed his eyes. he stood, ready to begin his duties as the Straw Hat's cook, and a soft thorn pricked against his ribs. reminding him that even now, his treasure was away from him, and Sanji could not breathe air like he was meant to without you.

his sanctuary amongst the chaos of the crew sat open, a dim light in it as a soft hum rang through the air and wrapping around his tender heart like a collar saved just for him. cigarette hanging from between his lips, the smoke curled and blurred the sight of the angel before him. her eyes wide to being caught yet thankful it had been him all the same, and his name sung from your mouth like a siren calling. stupid pirate, that's what he was, because Sanji knew he wouldn't waste time jumping in the freezing cold water to catch a peek to the beautiful creature calling for him. Sanji didn't waste time, and in a flash, you were there. meekly waving from behind the counter but smiling. you were smiling at him. Sanji felt his mouth slack open, the tips of his ears burning brightly against the sun's rays as he stood in the doorway. your book of stars sat in front of you, and words he had longed to hear more than anything; more than the sight of you, the thought of you, the very existence that was you- came out tumbling and sending him crashing to the floor. like an attack he didn't want to dodge, Sanji let you wound his heart without a care in the world.

"i wanted to be the first to tell you good morning," you breathed out, letting out a laugh as Sanji stood frozen from where he was. there was a blush on his cheeks, never hidden away from you, just letting you take in the sight like he was the stars themselves. to you, the possibility seemed to knit into your brain. "as a thank you, for keeping me company last night." he snapped to life at that, a curled brow furrowing in as he quickly crushed the burning cigarette from his lips with ease beneath his boots.

"no no-" he rushed out, quickly striding his way to where you stood. as if acting like a wall, the counter he used to mince and chop ingredients was all that stood between the two of you. "you have it all wrong, mon cœur, it was you who kept me company." he breathed out quickly, hands gripping against the perfect countertop as you let your smile betray you. "do not let such trivial things place someone like you beneath anyone!" you felt your stomach flutter to that, gazing to the open door and making sure nobody else would come to disturb the peace you felt with Sanji.

"someone like me?" you murmured with a soft, breathless laugh. Sanji felt his heart cry out from his chest, words easing through the air like they had been pent up for far too long. nodding, he sucked in a desperate sliver of air to steady himself. "my dear, you are," he paused, his entire body leaning against the counter as if he was trying to get you to not just hear him, but understand him. 

"breathtaking." he breathed out, Sanji never the type to silence his admiration for women, especially when that woman just so happened to be you. "you are the very sun that hangs from the sky each morning. my reasoning to wake from slumber, and my destination at the end of each night. you are the very moon that bring balance to the day, the perfection amongst the chaos." he sung out, and you felt your breath stick to your throat, mouth dry because each word twinged to life. to the truths of his mind the more he spoke, the more he admitted. "mon cœur, you are the very definition of life itself. you are more than anything else the sky, the earth, the very soul of someone could ever hope to offer." he drew out, your eyes widening and a flash slipping through the cracks of your wounds, filling itself like gold; pulling Sanji in for all he was. there was no trace of unease in your eyes, nor in your heart, and Sanji let himself continue. because words alone could not capture the feelings you brought to the world, the essence that pooled at your feet with each step, nor the light you shined to the darkest parts of the world. "you shine brighter than any star, than any constellation in the sky you love so dearly." your mouth parted, letting out a breath like you were drowning. unsteady, as if you would fall apart at the seams, and if you did; Sanji would be there to put you together again. no matter how grueling, how long, or how many times he would undoubtedly need to start over to recreate the perfection that was you. Sanji was willing to, he was ready, destined to pour love into the vessel that you were.

"how do you-" you froze, skin prickling as Sanji gave you a soft chuckle as if it was the easiest thing to answer. "know that you watch those stars every night on the crow's nest? that you draw them with a steadiness like they were destined to be captured by an angel like you when you believe nobody is looking?" he countered, accent slipping into each word the more they poured out. embarrassment, endearment, attraction, confusion- every line you set for yourself blurred hazily right before your eyes. as if it no longer mattered. as if you could let yourself be seen like that, so vulnerably- so open to someone else again. you took a shaky step back, heartbeat in your ears as Sanji stood where he was. he would not push you; he would not chase. no, Sanji was a man of action, and he would prove his words with earnest and pride. "someone like you," his hands squeezed the counter harshly, the skin of his knuckles shading into white from the pressure. "deserves the stars themselves, no-" he corrected himself quickly, swallowing the nerves to that look in your eyes. like he had singlehandedly pulled you from the depths of the sea, bringing you to fell the warmth of the sun for the first time in years. "someone like you deserves something better than the stars, than the sun and the moon combined." he hushed out, standing fully as he moved to meet you from behind the counter. 

like a skittish kitten, you moved to where he was prior, keeping that wall built between the two of you. he gave a soft smile, full of understanding that made you want to laugh and cry all the same. "i promise, ill bring it to you. then, you'll believe me." there it was. the pricks of sadness weeping into his smile, into the eyes you found comfort in; into the promise that made you want to feel again. silently, the book you always held in your hand was clasped between your arms, a waver to your voice that pushed his smile to drop.

"if such a thing exists," you whispered, biting the inside of your cheek roughly to stop the flow of emotions the man before you had stirred like food he knew like the back of his hand. "then it certainly doesn't belong to me." you moved quickly, and Sanji had followed. like a star fading from his sight, Sanji felt the tear in his heart pull him to the edge of the kitchens entrance. your back turned to him, and Sanji would not let you slip away for the second time. he caught you as easily as breathing. your back met against his chest, your eyes wide and unblinking as he let out a low groan. "and if it does?" he pressed, turning you to face him. like a challenge neither of you wanted to lose, you let out a strained smile, fear of the past repeating itself making you want to run as far as you could. you would have, truly, but Sanji kept you tethered to the earth. from slipping away into nothingness like you had been trapped in before meeting Luffy, before finding comfort in the crew, before letting yourself catch a flicker of something more for the cook.

your bottom lip trembled, and Sanji felt his heart fall in his chest. crashing into a burning fire of passion for the girl so close to breaking in his hands. there were no tears, because you would not cry anymore. you had a place here, and it was a good one. your past was left behind on that island when you set sail, you had to remind yourself of that. mentally counting, you held yourself together with sheer determination, because you did not want to be seen as something broken anymore. for all it was worth, and all it was meant to be, you would not let yourself fall so clumsily if Sanji saw you as a merely something to fix. there was a stir in your eyes, as if the flashes of the morning sun had melted that coldness in your heart after the years of its entrapment. 

the air was heavy, too heavy for a morning as beautiful as the one painting the sky in hues of beauty that drew life to the world behind Sanji. "then i want to decide where it will go." you admitted, the words heavy on your tongue to match the air between you two. gently, your hand fell against him, a flame flickering against his heart and warming the depths of him. "but," you paused, a flicker of that emotion you felt beating steadily in your chest the more he kept his sights on you; that feeling of something more for him pulsed to life with a vengeance. "if i am the stars in your sky, Sanji." his ears rang, painfully in his skull as if to soften the blow of your voice stirring the love building in him to the sight of that gleam in your eye. as if a painting created by one who saw the world for all it was, for all the life it held in it that was once lost so long ago; your eyes moved as if you had finally breathed in the airs of life. "if what you told me held any truth in it, then ill trust you to know where to find me when that time comes." his hand, once holding onto you as if scared you would disappear the second he let go, was moved with great care from the love of his life before him. Sanji felt his throat go dry, the rush of blood in his ears and a look so fond of love meeting yours, as if yearning for even a moment longer with his beloved.

as if the words of love blurred together the more Sanji tried to clasp the memory of it in his mind for just a moment longer; the days hazed into weeks, then months. Sanji watched you, just as he had before, as if any progress or truthful words of how he felt could no longer reach your heart like it once had. to find something grander than the stars themselves, the very idea was ludicrous, but that didn't mean that Sanji didn't try. a series of trial and errors sent him back into his room late into the day, falling with ease from the crow's nest as you waited for him each night. presenting his offerings to the goddess before him, none were enough to capture a fraction of her beauty, of the elegance she radiated with a soft rejection that panged through his love sickened heart like a whisper of promise. the more he looked, the more Sanji felt his resolve crumble into nothing. there was nothing he could find, nothing he could hire to be made that could even hope to pull your eyes onto him. they sat fondly to the stars and moon, the reflection dazzling like diamonds in your eyes when you had turned to him in that sacred crow's nest; only to shake your head solemnly and send him off. where he found something, anything to present to the girl who watched the stars, the more he found himself rejected from the sight of your eyes on him. rejection after rejection was all Sanji carried with him, but not all had been lost in this. there was no longer that coldness in your eyes, nor the way your smile strained itself to greet him. you moved with purpose now, smile reaching your eyes and making him clench his chest like you had singlehandedly shot his heart out. you very well might have; Sanji would have thanked you all the same. for letting him be so near you, for bothering your sacred presence like a foolish mutt who had no training, for daring to present himself to a goddess like you. 

the one who watched the stars, that's who Sanji had fallen so painfully hard for. charming in the way you found humor to his antics when he fought to stay just the slightest bit longer with you. the way he always brought something grander than the last, as if money was never a problem for his sign of affection. as if nothing could be priced high enough to meet your humble taste. when the stars dimmed, no longer pulling your heart to them; that's when you knew Sanji had come. those were the true reasons as to why you stood on that crow's nest so late into the night. even when sleep tugged you to retreat into your room, you waited. no matter how late, you never left your spot until the man who created life from his cooking had arrived before you. 

not for the gifts, not for the attention having someone as charming as Sanji bestow on you; but because with the cook, you felt seen again. like the way the stars captivated you, Sanji proved night after night that his words were not just another blabber to his attraction to women. this was far different, raw, and completely unfiltered to anything else you had witnessed Sanji pull. words no longer just that, Sanji's dedication made you fall from the high place your head always sat amongst the stars in. there was always gifts, flowers, sometimes jewels so expensive you briefly wondered where he was pulling all the money to even do something as silly as this.  silly to you, but to Sanji, it meant everything.

there was always some kind of offering in his hands, until one night, there wasn't. no necklace, no bracelet or pair of earrings, no boquete of flowers he had picked himself, no grand show to make a spectacle out of for only you to see. in his hands, stood nothing but a plate of food. still hot, as if he had just made it, and solely for you at that. it was your favorite; a comment you had let slip in passing during one of his many pleads to let him stay with you for a minute longer. your lips parted, and Sanji let his hands shake all they wanted to. this was his final offering. it did not shine brighter than the stars, and it wasn't so expensive he was sure even his future children would need to pay the interest rates. it wasn't made behind a fancy big name that was known by the entire world. a simple plate of food, but Sanji had never let himself forget the food that brought you comfort when you didn't even know you needed it. he had worked and spend nights perfecting it to suite your taste. nothing grand, merely something he had poured every bit of his soul into. 

a plate of your favorite dish, a warm cup of lavender tea in his other hand as he stood quietly within the crow's nest. "mon cœur, my perfect angel." he breathed out, as if he had spent an eternity without seeing you. you didn't hide the smile on your face, merely wrapping the blanket around your body the slightest bit closer. you gave a soft hum, and Sanji had bowed to his knees with ease, plates held to perfection in his grasps. "there is nothing in this world that could possibly hope to match your beauty, your taste- the sheer presence of all that is you. for that, i beg forgiveness. forgiveness for my insolence, for my lack of creating something ahead of time to capture you in all your divine grace. i should have known better." you heard the soft thump of his forehead hit the crow's nest, food never leaving its perfect presentation for you. "forgive me for being so thoughtless. i should have created a statue to let the world see the angel walking amongst us, the sparkle in your eyes every night that only i, someone so completely unworthy, to get to witness." he moved, slowly, as if with great caution that you would refuse him once more would push him to the inevitable. 

his eyes softened to the sight of you, crawling by your side as if in worship, settling the plate of food and tea by the table you had set up there for your nighttime hobbies. his hands, shaking and unsteady, were as perfect as they had been formed into. they slid into yours, warming them up as it encased your fingers with care, his thumb softly caressing each knuckle as if to ease your worries. "please," his voice was soft, pleading-yearning, just as his eyes were once meeting the intricate dance of your own. "just tell me what you want me to do, and ill do it. if you want the stars themselves, then so be it. right now," he stood, bringing you with him as he pulled you off your feet and into a bridal carry like it was the easiest thing. the blanket shifted, falling off as your held on tightly, a gasp slipping from your lips that made his heart stir. "ill fetch them right now. ill take you to the sky and let you live amongst them for as long as you want." he promised, eyes solemn as if even that wouldn't be enough for him. your hands gripped the collar of his shirt, pristine, smelling of smoke and cologne that made your head spin in all the right directions.

you let out a breath, never letting go as if somehow knowing that Sanji truly would. any second, if you so much as acknowledged his words, you two would take to the sky. you shook your head quickly, pressing your head against his chest to meet the racing sound of his heart beneath the flesh that made him whole. "i dont want the stars, Sanji." you let out breathlessly his eyes swirling in confusion as he turned to look down at you. he held you tighter, as if scared you would send him away right this second. "then what is it you want, whatever it is, ill bring it to you before the sun rises." you knew he meant it, the proof stood in every single thing Sanji did after his words cracked that wall you had built throughout the years. 

you let the silence stand, your hands neatly wrapping around his neck as his cheek tenderly fell on top of your head. he breathed you in like it was life itself, and he was painfully addicted. you could feel every heartbeat of his in your ears, every pulse, ever shock of his nerves as he held you so close. "im content like this." you sighed out, biting back a laugh to the sudden stop of his heart, before it roared back to life with a painfully twisted vengeance to what you just put him through. "is that," he swallowed, harboring you closer as if you would dissipate into the night. "is that enough for you?" you nodded, slowly, making sure he caught every motion of the agreement. 

"more than enough," you smiled, feeling him softly set you against the crow's nest again. without a word, his hands wrapped the blanket over you like he had done it a million times before, as if it was in his line of code to make sure not a single cold breeze could disturb you. the plate of food was still hot, scents making you hum in content. Sanji had turned, hands clenching and unclenching as if trying to reel himself back to planet earth. something about it was so endearing, it was hard to stop yourself. "stay with me," you blew against the food he had made for you; his offering being accepted after thousands of rejections. "that is what i want." every flavor hit your tongue in a soft embrace, warmth flooding through your body as if hugging you from the inside out. only a man like Sanji could bring such an emotion with such a simple plate of food. Sanji flinched, before you in an instant with a gleam in his eyes that made him look like a puppy being promised a treat. "you promise?" he breathed out, hands cradling yours as soon as you set the plate aside to give him your attention. there was a heat in your cheeks, a knowing smile that what you were choosing was right. it was Sanji. it had always been, and you were sure it always would be. you nodded, wordlessly, but it was enough for him. more than enough. his hands cradled your face, kisses peppering over every ounce of your face as he made sure not to miss a single spot of his worship. through every kiss, a word of just how far he was willing to go for you followed. and in the end, even if he didn't give you something better than the stars; Sanji gave you the love to feel them every time he stood to your side. 

[nrhshm]

Well written✨️

[bubblyluffy]

There's just something when he goes crazy mode

[mizu-luffi]

𓄹𓈒 𓏲 sticky sunscreen

you think luffy is extremely lucky. 

things had always worked out for him, wether it was fate bending to his whims or maybe the bastard just had the luck of a god was anyone’s guess. but a lot of the time things seemingly did just work out for him, wether they be big or small.

this one, most would consider small. but you don’t. you won’t.

“mmngh…” luffy whines, puffing his lips out as you rub your hands into his cheeks “do i really need to do this ?”

“shush,” you mutter, eyebrows furrowed. leaning back, you squeeze another drop of sunscreen into your hand, rubbing them against each other firmly.

“i’m so confused on how you didn’t get burnt.” you say mostly to yourself.

“i dunno, i guess i just don’t ?” luffy responds, frowning in confusion “i don’t think i ever got sunburnt before.”

you smack your hands onto his cheeks again to shut him up “exactly !”

“bleugh—“ luffy gags when a taste of the cream catches onto his lips “why’re ya mad about it ?”

“i’m not mad. it’s just weird.” you start trailing lower, hands rubbing onto his collar bones. luffy’s eyes slip from yours to your hands the more he really realises that you are very much kneading and prodding at his body. it’d been a short while since you’d reunited in wano and you had to admit he looked good—very good in fact.

his already tanned skin was darker under your hands and his muscles even firmer. his arms had a slight unintentional tremble when you’d squeeze over the stress put onto them, he must’ve been working out a lot.

you swallow, luffy watches.

he’s quiet, too quiet besides his slow breaths and the slight hitches when you run over his chest. 

suddenly you feel his thumb press the unknown crease between your brows. he brushes his finger over the pout on your face.

“you sure y’r not mad ?” he asks, eyes lidded. he’s smiling softly, blinking at you. his smile pulls upwards, clearly enjoying teasing you when you huff indignantly. 

“i’m really not, captain..” you respond, voice quiet so as not to reveal the quake in it. you see the way his eyes widen at the use of his title, how his smile twitches. he’s always liked that. 

“you sure ?” he insists.

“i am.” you grumble, faintly annoyed.

“y’keep lookin’ at me angry.”

“i’m angry about how stupidly lucky you are not to be getting sunburnt.” you quip. he throws his head back with a surprised laugh. his warm hands settle on your hips to stabilise himself. your knees touch.

luffy notices, of course he does, and it only takes him about a second to blink down at your bodies before pulling you into his lap completely. you let out a startled noise as luffy’s clinginess takes over and he immediately wraps himself around you fully, pressing his sticky body to yours.

“ugh—luffy ! you’re gonna get it on me, too..” you complain, but your hands card through the hairs on his nape without your permission. 

“s’okay, that way neither of us can get sunburnt !” he teases, cheek pressed to yours. he turns then, and your noses are only a brush away. he sits and looks, just looks at you while you blink and wait. he smiles and you retaliate by pressing the tip of your finger to his nose.

“missed you.” he says sweetly. “kept thinkin’ about ya. wanted to keep you close just like this..” he sighs happily, clutching you tighter and pressing you to him even more. your heart squeezes and despite how sticky and warm he is you wrap your arms around him, too.

“..this is so gross, you’re so lucky i like you so much..” you laugh, endearingly pulling his stretchy ear in weak punishment.

luffy giggles against your shoulder lips pressed there in what is barely a kiss but is just as, if not more, meaningful to you. he looks up at you, smushing your noses together briefly. 

“sure am !” he confirms with a bright, gleeful smile. completely earnest. 

luffy is, in fact, extremely lucky. but you think, being able to see him again like this, bright and warm and sticky just for you, that you’re definitely luckier.

[bubblyluffy]

The hat stays ON

[joyzwritingcorner]

Some sanji headcanons: gn!reader in mind, pure fluff.

Sanji who always prepares his loves dinner first.

Sanji who never misses buying a present for them while he gets new ingredients.

Sanji who would still get nosebleeds & heart eyes, seeing his partner years into their relationship.

Sanji who's both excited and anxious about introducing you to Reiju and Zeff.

Sanji who secretly wonders how his mother would be happy about her son meeting the love of his life, free from pressure he once had to endure.

Sanji who learns to have someone take care of him as well as you allow him into your world.

Sanji who finds peace in his love's arms, for once not facing his horrible nightmares about the past again.

tysm for reading <3

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[seleneelune-deactivated20251014]

[ydotome]

Zanka Nijiku (ザンカ・ニジク) - Gachiakuta - Episode 5

[nrhshm]

Kid Pirates

Kid: - Helping his writer s/o with her storytelling

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Killer: ...

[nrhshm]

Fluffs prompts 2 and 9 for Shanks, luffy, law, kid, ace, and zoro. I do apologize if this is a lot and if it is then just do as many as you can or one. I also love your writing for the characters. Remember to eat and sleep regularly and please don't stress yourself over this and take your time

I’ll try to dissect this prompt so that the scenes themselves wouldn’t be short for each character. So, I’ll use prompt 9 for each of Law, Kid and Ace and prompt 2 for Shanks, Luffy and Zoro. Hope you enjoy it anon! 👌✨️

Kid, Ace and Law helping their writer S/o with her storytelling.

. Sfw

. Spoiler Free

. Reader is G/n (2nd person pov)

Kid

The quiet trinkets of Eustass's metallic arm, and the sound of the distant waves outside the ship were the only thing keeping your mind from exploding right now.

"This isn't it!" You grunt in annoyance as you tear away the 14th draft of your new chapter. Balled and thrown into the far corner of the room, the scene of paper balls looks almost comedic.

On the couch near your desk sat Kid, who had been eyeing your distressed state every now and then, while mindlessly adjusting the bolts of his mechanical arm. Naturally, Kid would be instantly affected by any negative source around him, maybe resulting in a dry "Tone it down." Or "Throw your tantrums somewhere else."

But this was YOUR office, so... tough call for him. Surprisingly, Kid was calm, even level-headed. When it comes to you he was always different. And now he felt like his presence was necessary.

He watches you as you open a new, blank page in your notebook and proceed to write down the first few lines of the chapter, a flicker of determination still persistant within you. But all goes south as your pen stops after just a few lines, a frown forming on your face. Your hand reaches for a draft among the messy pile of papers and paper balls. Scanning your scrapped draft, your frown grows deeper as you eye both papers in comparison.

Then, in a bigger fit of anger, you throw both papers away. "It's pointless." You breath out in disappointment.

As if on cue, you hear the clanking of metal getting louder, a shift of movement and footsteps coming closer.

"Nagging isn't going to get you anywhere." He states in a rather monotone voice. Snatching the now discarded-crumbled paper off the floor, he proceeds to scan the script like some sort of professional.

And you? Your head is plopped on the desk, void of any hope that this writer's-block will leave in mercy, not even noticing that Kid has flung off most of your desk items, carelessly, so he could seat himself at the corner of your desk.

“Have you even TRIED reading this crap?” Kid exclaims, waving the crumpled page like it’s evidence in a trial.

“I wrote it, Kid.” You answer flatly, your voice muffled against your desk.

“That explains it,” he mutters, flicking the page open with two fingers like it’s contaminated. “No offense, doll, but this looks like something a lame, retired old man would write."

You roll your eyes, turning your head to the side to face him. “If you hate it so much, why are you reading it?”

"Cause clearly you need me." He smirks, settling more comfortably on the corner of your desk, long legs spread obnoxiously and one boot tapping the floor. “And if anyone’s gonna save this sorry excuse for a story, it’s me.”

“Oh joy.”

He ignores you, clears his throat in an exaggerated, mock-theatrical way, and begins reading aloud:

"The evening sky dripped in hues of rose and gold, the air carrying the faint scent of jasmine from the courtyard below. Each step toward the gate felt heavier than the last, as though the cobblestones themselves were reluctant to let go. Somewhere in the quiet, a memory stirred—fragile, fleeting—"

He stops dead mid-line, lowering the paper slowly like it’s insulted him.

“…Where the hell are the explosions?”

You blink. "…What?"

"No fights? No blood? No—” he gestures wildly, “someone’s arm getting ripped clean off? What is this—‘fragile and fleeting’? Sounds like a weak drink order."

You groan. "Kid—"

"I’m serious! If I gotta sit through some sappy slow-walk-to-the-gate scene, I’m putting in an ambush, at least one stabbing, and maybe a giant fireball. Y’know—spice it up."

“It’s not that kind of story,” you say, trying to defend yourself.

“Then it should be,” he fires back immediately.

Before you can argue, he picks up where you left off, his voice dropping into an over-the-top dramatic rumble.

"…fragile, fleeting—until the assassin dropped from the roof, knives glinting under the moonlight! Our hero—"

"Kid—"

"Shh, I’m on a roll—"

"—our hero, bleeding from seventeen wounds but still looking badass, whips out a chain of dynamite—"

"…Seventeen?!"

"—lights it with his TEETH—" Kid’s eyes are practically gleaming now.

"Oh my god—"

"—throws it straight into the horde of zombie pirates charging through the courtyard—BOOM!—the air fills with blood mist, severed limbs everywhere—"

You start laughing. “This is supposed to be a romantic reunion scene!”

"It is romantic," he says with a perfectly straight face. "They reunite over the corpses of their enemies. Classic love story."

You clutch your stomach, unable to stop laughing as he keeps going.

"—and then, just as the explosion clears, they lock eyes across the battlefield… over a pile of burning bones—"

You wheeze. "You’re insane."

"And you’re welcome." He tosses the paper onto your desk with a smug grin, leaning back like he just solved world hunger.

But in the middle of your laughter, something clicks in your head. Your smile falters—not because you’re upset, but because a real idea has just struck. You sit up fast, grabbing a pen and fresh paper.

"Wait. Wait, wait, wait—" you mumble, already scribbling.

Kid raises a brow. "…The hell are you doing?"

"That thing you said—about the sudden twist? Not the bloodbath part—"

"Lame."

"—but the unexpected turn? That’s actually… oh my god, that’s perfect. I can work that into the reunion scene without ruining the tone—" You’re muttering to yourself now, writing faster, a grin spreading on your face.

Kid watches you for a beat, arms crossed, the corner of his mouth twitching like he’s trying not to smile. "You’re really gonna give me credit for this, huh?"

You glance up, beaming at him. "You just saved my chapter. Thank you, Kid."

That grin of yours—bright, genuine, the kind you rarely show—hits him like a sucker punch. He freezes for half a second before looking away with an exaggerated scoff.

"Tch. Don’t make it weird."

You lean over, poking his arm. "I mean it. You’re the best."

"Yeah, yeah." But there’s a flush at the tips of his ears, and he’s suddenly very interested in tightening one of the bolts on his arm that doesn’t even need tightening.

You keep writing, muttering excitedly to yourself, and every so often you catch him looking at you—less like the loud, brash captain he always is, and more like someone quietly proud he got to be the reason your eyes are sparkling again.

Finally, he says, "Alright, but when this becomes a masterpiece, I want my name in the acknowledgements."

You laugh. "Sure—'Thanks to Eustass Kid for suggesting zombies and severed limbs.'"

He smirks. "Damn right."

And as the waves hit the ship’s hull outside, the sound of your pen scratching across the paper fills the cabin—and for once, Kid doesn’t mind the quiet.

---

Ace

“The moon looks beautiful tonight. Doesn’t it…?”

Gentle hands trace the hollow of your palm before intertwining with yours in a firm grip. Almost too firm.

Standing in front of Thatch, you take a breath as you place your joined hands against your chest, an expression mirroring the supposed clash between your mind and heart.

“Careful… You’ll get the stars jealous.”

“My sweet…” Thatch breathes, stepping closer. “Let them be.”

You match his gaze with practiced intensity, your mind already spinning, imagining how this unfinished scene in your book might unfold—

“Alright, alright, time OUT.”

The protesting voice cuts clean through the moment.

You glance over Thatch’s shoulder to see Ace, arms crossed and scowling like the moon had personally offended him.

“You didn’t like it?” you ask, already biting back a smile.

“I’m just saying—” Ace waves a hand, stepping closer, “—the scene feels… off. And Thatch’s delivery?” He shoots the older man a look. “Weak.”

Thatch snorts. “Weak? Excuse me, but I’ve got years of experience charming people, thank you very much.”

“You call that charming?” Ace fires back. “It was like watching someone propose to a mop.”

Thatch smirks at you. “You hear that? I’m a mop now. Guess that makes you the bucket.”

You press your lips together, trying not to laugh. “Okay, mop jokes aside, what exactly is wrong with the scene, Ace?”

He steps closer, leaning a little too casually against the nearby table. “You want this moment to hit, right? It’s supposed to be romantic—make the reader feel something?”

“Yes…” you say slowly, narrowing your eyes.

“Then you need someone who knows what they’re doing.”

“Ohhh?” Thatch drawls, grinning wide. “You volunteering, hotshot?”

Ace shrugs. “Why not?”

You blink. “You want to act it?”

“I can’t watch you two butcher it any longer,” he says, deadpan, ignoring Thatch’s smug grin. “Come on. Let’s try.”

Before you can second-guess it, Ace’s warm hands replace Thatch’s, firm but careful as he pulls you just close enough to feel the heat radiating off him.

His eyes lock with yours, a glimmer of something deeper lurking beneath his usual laid-back gaze. Then, with no warning, he dips you smoothly—your breath catching as you grab onto his shoulder for balance.

“Careful…” he murmurs, voice low and unshakably steady. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll have the moon and the stars fighting for my attention.”

The words are so perfectly smooth, so sincere, you almost forget to breathe. The dip leaves you slightly off-balance, but his grip only tightens, holding you secure.

“And you know what?” he adds, lips quirking just barely. “They’d lose.”

Your pulse is thundering in your ears now, every inch of you aware of how close he is. The playful spark in his eyes has softened into something that makes your chest ache in the best way.

The air between you feels heavier, almost magnetic, as if neither of you can quite pull away—until Thatch lets out a pointed cough.

You both jolt upright like you’ve been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to. Ace clears his throat, turning his head slightly as if that will hide the faint red tint creeping up the edges of his ears.

“That… uh, that little twist?” he says quickly, slipping back into his casual tone. “It adds a lot. You should use it. Creates impact, messes with expectations. People like that.”

“Mhm,” you say, biting your lip to hide a smile. “Good point.”

His mouth quirks in satisfaction—until he catches you staring at his ears.

“You’re blushing,” you tease.

“Am not,” he grumbles, looking away even harder.

You decide to be merciful, turning back to your desk. “Still… I do like it. Gives me a clearer vision of where the scene can go next.”

Thatch, sensing something brewing that isn’t his business, claps Ace on the shoulder as he passes. “Well, looks like you two lovebirds have it handled. I’ll leave you to… rehearse.”

Ace nearly chokes. “We’re not—”

But Thatch’s laughter fades down the hall before he can finish.

You chuckle quietly, shaking your head as you jot down the fresh lines, muttering bits of dialogue under your breath. Ace hovers nearby, pretending to look at a book on your shelf but clearly sneaking glances your way.

Finally, you set the pen down and look up at him with a playful smirk. “Y’know… there is another scene I’m stuck on. Big plot hole.”

“Oh?” he asks, guarded but curious.

“Yeah.” You lean forward slightly, your smirk widening. “It’s… a romantic scene. Maybe you could help me figure it out?”

That does it—his ears flush scarlet, and for once, he can’t cover it up fast enough.

“You’re unbelievable,” he mutters—but the grin tugging at his lips betrays him. “Fine. I’ll… help. But I’m not promising I won’t make it better than the original.”

“That’s exactly what I’m counting on,” you say.

And just like that, he’s stepping closer again, his hand brushing yours, that same warmth from earlier sparking back to life in the air between you.

The rest was a blur, on his soft, slightly nervous grin—and your matching blush.

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Law

It was late evening on the Polar Tang. The hum of the submarine’s engines was the only steady sound beneath the occasional slosh of waves brushing against the hull. You’d claimed the small mess hall table hours ago, surrounded by a mug of cooling tea, stacks of paper, and one stubborn fountain pen.

Across the room, Law sat at the counter, leaning over a disassembled scalpel kit. Under the warm yellow light, his gloved fingers moved with surgical precision, checking each piece before reassembling it. His focus was absolute—at least until you read your latest line aloud without realizing it.

“…Her stomach erupted with butterflies at the sight of him, a warmth spreading—”

“Incorrect.”

You blinked, looking up. “Excuse me?”

“Physiologically inaccurate,” Law replied without looking away from his tools. “The stomach doesn’t ‘erupt’ with butterflies. It’s a metaphor, but if you’re implying actual visceral activity, it’s due to adrenaline, not insects. The sensation comes from reduced blood flow to the digestive tract.”

You stared at him. “…It’s poetry, Law. Not a medical report.”

He glanced up briefly, unimpressed. “Then make the metaphor biologically plausible.”

From his seat by the doorway, Penguin snorted into his cup of coffee. “I think it sounded fine.”

“You would,” Law muttered.

You groaned and tried again, scribbling out the line and rewriting:

“…Her pulse thundered in her chest—”

“That’s vague,” Law interjected without missing a beat. “You mean her heart rate increased due to heightened sympathetic nervous system response.”

Bepo, sitting beside Penguin, looked between the two of you. “I think she knows what she means, Captain…”

“I do,” you said, narrowing your eyes at Law. “It’s a romance scene. It’s supposed to be felt, not charted like a medical diagram.”

Law finally set down the scalpel. “If you want to describe physical responses accurately, you should understand what’s actually happening in the body. Otherwise it reads as sloppy.”

“Sloppy—?” You exhaled sharply, tapping your pen against the table. “Okay. Fine. I’ll keep going.”

You did. But now every time you put pen to paper, you could feel him silently fact-checking in your peripheral vision. Your mind snagged on every physical description, wondering if you were accidentally triggering his internal medical encyclopedia.

After ten more minutes, you tore the page in frustration and slumped forward onto your folded arms. “You’ve officially killed it.”

From his counter seat, Law looked over. “Killed what?”

“My flow. My inspiration. I was this close to finishing this chapter, and now all I can think about is blood circulation and nervous systems.”

Penguin and Bepo exchanged looks—one amused, one sympathetic—before quietly slipping out, giving the room to you and the Captain.

The silence lingered for a beat before Law stood, gloves creaking softly as he stripped them off. He walked over, stopping beside your chair.

“You’re actually upset.”

You raised your head just enough to glare at him. “Observant.”

He ignored the jab, pulling out the chair opposite you and sitting down. “Tch. Fine. Then let’s approach this differently.”

You frowned, curious despite yourself. “Differently how?”

He reached across the table and took your wrist—not roughly, but with that same controlled firmness he used in surgery. You could feel the steady, authoritative pressure of his fingers against your pulse.

“You’re writing about romance like you’ve never measured it,” he said calmly. “You don’t have to make up symptoms. They’re real enough. Here.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but then he met your gaze—level, unwavering. The steady rhythm of your heartbeat against his fingers suddenly felt… loud.

“You’re looking for a way to write physical truth into your scene?” His voice dropped slightly, still clinical but quieter. “Then pay attention. Your pulse just accelerated. Why?”

You swallowed, acutely aware of the warmth of his hand. “…You’re making it happen on purpose.”

“I’m demonstrating,” he corrected. “Your breathing just changed too. Shall I list the other responses you’re experiencing?”

You were already scribbling on the margin of your draft. “Nope. Got it. This is actually… wow, this is exactly what I needed.”

A faint curve tugged at his lips—blink and you’d miss it. “Good.”

You paused mid-note to give him a sly smile. “This was a very roundabout way to admit you can help me write romance.”

“That’s not what I admitted,” he said, leaning back.

“But you did,” you teased, your grin widening.

He exhaled, rubbing his temple with a gloved hand. “Don’t twist my words.” But there was no real bite in his tone.

You jotted down the last of your thoughts, the page filling quickly now that the block had lifted. When you finally set the pen down, your shoulders relaxed.

“Thanks, Law. Really.”

He studied you for a moment before nodding once. “Anytime… as long as you don’t make it anatomically impossible.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I’ll keep my butterflies metaphorical.”

“Good.” He stood, sliding his gloves back on, already retreating into his usual work mode. But as he passed you, his hand briefly brushed your shoulder—light, deliberate, and gone before you could react.

It was such a small thing, but it left just enough of a flutter—scientifically explained or not—to keep you smiling at your page long after he’d left the mess hall.

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