summary: after you pass out, sanji becomes insufferable
content: live action! / language, illness, established relationship, helicopter bf, yearning™️ even though he already has you, poisoning, vomiting, seizure, sanji does not know better than chopper but is trying his best
you had first noticed something was wrong when luffy sprouted a second head. you were fairly certain luffy’s gum gum powers only covered stretching and certainly not growing second appendages. you blinked and rubbed your eyes and he was once again normal. you rubbed your face and shook your head faintly, trying to shake the heavy feeling that had come over you. you knew you were tired— the entire crew had been going non stop since reaching the grand line and you were likely overdo for a crash.
“she’s just a deep feeler– which is something you could learn from, moss head.” sanji had his hand resting on your knee, glancing at zoro who was still thoroughly amused by you bursting into tears over the sad, abandoned whale.
it had taken sanji and nami nearly an hour to get you to stop crying; and when luffy painted the straw hats’ jolly roger on laboon’s forehead you had burst into tears once again, to which sanji had just scooped you up and carried you off to bed to spare zoro another two hours.
you glanced at zoro with a shy smile, “don’t worry, zoro, i feel enough for the both of us. you never have to drop your tough guy exterior for anyone.”
zoro glanced at you with a faint amused smirk and shook his head, “i thought we were gonna have to knock her out when chopper started crying…” nami shook her head with an amused eye roll,
you closed your eyes, head falling against sanji’s chest as your eyelids became heavy and impossible to keep open. sanji wrapped an arm around your waist and draped the other over your shoulder, nose nestled against your neck as he breathed in deeply— content and overjoyed to have you so close.
“get a room.” zoro grunted, poking at the fire that was steadily dying out. sanji placed a gentle kiss on your neck and you hummed in contentment, falling back against him heavier. zoro’s glare turned to disgust as he swore under his breath and drained the rest of his sake.
“shall we get you to bed, love?”
you hummed into his chest, cradling closer to him with a small smile, “i’m fine here…” sanji’s smile spread across his lips as he shifted his hold on you to keep you against him. you kept track of the conversation in faded ins and outs; you heard luffy’s laugh, heard nami respond in exasperation and the occasional sigh from zoro, who was over all mortified by the constant and excessive pda.
when you shifted to your feet moments later, sanji stood with you. “i can make it… we can see the ship from here… stay out here, you’re enjoying yourself…”
sanji eyed you, greatly considering arguing that it was his job, as the boyfriend, to escort you absolutely everywhere. he kissed your knuckles so lovingly that it made your head spin, before releasing your hand and allowing you to head back to the merry. you brushed off your pants and yawned, glancing back at sanji with a soft smile. your knee buckled slightly and sanji’s usual smile began to blur, as the edges of your vision turned black.
there was a collection of gasps as you collapsed into the sand. nami and zoro had jumped to their feet and sanji was already to you. his usual calm and it will all work out attitude had vanished in place of panic, terror and worry. luffy and nami were both talking over each other, voices raising in worry. sanji had simply scooped you up and held you against him like it was all he knew.
“get her to the ship—“
but surely you were safest in his arms? surely if he held you tight enough you would wake right back up and blink up at him in confusion, merely just too exhausted and nothing more. your heart beat felt fast beneath his palm, your forehead hot against his shoulder. the others trailed behind sanji, shouting concerns and reassurances, while sanji could only focus on you. unconscious and slumped against him as if simply sound asleep.
“chopper!”
nami and luffy’s sharp calls cut through sanji’s momentary panicked daze. his feet shuffled towards his room— why not yours? you had often fallen asleep in his room. you were always safe in his room… most nights you were curled up against him, feigning that you were too cold or couldn’t sleep, though you really just wanted to be close to him at all hours of the day. it was instinct, really, to take you to his bed now. you would sleep it off… he would keep an eye on you and keep you close—
“she’s burning up!”
“should her eyelids be moving that much?”
chopper had burst through his bedroom door, rubbing his eyes and looking groggy. he looked grumpy for a moment at being woken up, but as his eyes fell on you in sanji’s arms, and his panicked expression, he snapped into action.
“what happened?” chopper was running to grab his medical bag while the others filled him in and trailed behind sanji in a desperate attempt to be close and helpful.
“back up! please give her room— chopper!”
sanji’s usual light and playful tone had become sharp and frantic. zoro took a step back, for once not commenting on his tone or who he was talking to. this was an exception… they had never seen him like this— frantic and desperate and almost vulnerable.
zoro had backed the rest of the crew out of the room and stood guard in front of the door— more so sanji didn’t bite their heads off than for chopper’s benefit. luffy and nami were fighting to crane their necks and look inside. zoro, always turning his worry into action, stayed planted in front of the door in a silent show of concern.
chopper knew sanji hadn’t slept, by the way he was still in the exact same position he had been in hours before, now more pale and the worry evident on his face. sanji lifted his head at chopper’s approach, looking hopeful and exhausted.
“i don’t know—“ every three hours chopper would come check on you; having instructed sanji to come get him immediately if anything changed. but nothing had changed. for twelve hours.
“is she…. is she dying? what— what…”
“did you see her eat or drink anything that you didn’t give her?”
“you think she was poisoned?”
chopper held out his hands in a calming stance as sanji had jumped to his feet at that. “i don’t know— it’s… it’s possible… i need you to tell me everything she did. where she went, what she ingested…”
sanji ran his hands over his face, trying to think about anything other than you collapsing, laying unconscious, slowly turning green. “i—“
“she had fruit from the produce stand. so did luffy… luffy is fine.”
sanji nearly flinched at zoro’s voice in the doorway— still awake, still standing guard like it was his job. “she only had one drink…”
why couldn’t he remember what you had done yesterday? he usually prided himself on keeping his eyes on you.
“the juice.”
“juice?”
“she tried some juice from a stand…”
sanji was on his feet again, “what? why would you let her try— you can’t just let her sample random things! she’s too trusting and—“
“it is not my job to tell your girlfriend not to eat things. i had enough trouble keeping luffy out of the butcher shop. i turned around for one second and she came back with the juice. she said it was the best thing she had ever tasted and held it out to both of us… then a kid kicked a ball and she dropped it.”
“a kid?– so you didn’t drink it?”
“that’s what i said.”
“what kid— why—“
“that doesn’t matter!” chopper shoved past sanji and began digging through supplies, “i wasn’t treating her for poison, i was treating her for illness.”
“you can— you can help her, right?” sanji’s voice shook and zoro felt his grip tighten on his sword.
“of course i can. poison is much more consistent than an illness i don’t know…” chopper rummaged through his bag once again and pulled out a glass bottle. he shook it once, eyes sparkling, “i’ve always wanted to do this.”
“what? you’ve never use that— what is that?”
“it will induce vomiting.”
at this, zoro took several steps back and turned his back to the room, with a slight cringe.
“induce— why would—“
“i don’t know what kind of poison is in her system. the first thing i can do is try to clear her stomach. i came up with this after….” chopper trailed off and looked away from sanji as his eyes darkened briefly. “if it’s just ingested, we’ll have no issues…”
“and if it’s not?”
“well there’s a chance it’s in her blood stream, in which case i—“
“you what?!”
“i don’t—“
“sanji, let him try.” nami had taken zoro’s place by the door, evidently more equipped and better suited for vomit, “you have to let him try… otherwise…”
evidently, chopper had been talking— just not in front of sanji, who would be likely to panic and spiral out of control and potentially need to be knocked out by zoro for threatening their doctor.
“otherwise she will die. her temperature is already dropping, her pulse is slowing down and her lips are blue. whatever this is, it’s killing her slowly.”
“but isn’t that good? if it’s slowly, that means we have time!” luffy’s cheerful voice echoed behind nami and she had the smart sense to throw an arm out and stop him from being in arms reach of sanji.
chopper just stared at him for a moment before shaking his head and pinching out a single black stone.
“you made this?” sanji had taken to holding both your hands and rubbing your skin with his thumbs to keep his mind occupied, “it’s going to work? you’re— you’re absolutely sure? it won’t… it won’t make her worse?”
chopper hesitated and nami cursed under her breath, fully prepared to have to enlist luffy in dragging sanji away so chopper could work. “well there’s a chance she’ll have a seizure. but eventually she’ll throw up and—“
sanji had jumped to his feet once again and nami nearly jumped in front of chopper. “a seizure?! that’s supposed to help!? what exactly are you trying to—“
chopper, wide eyed, had wrapped his arms around himself and stepped back. zoro had reappeared at the raised voice and looked defensively at sanji.
“sanji. we need to try. it’s this or dying for sure…”
his eyes were sharp, locked into you as if trying to think of absolutely any other option. his heart raced and his stomach twisted, already envisioning the worst case scenario where he lost you.
“i don’t— she’s… i’m—“
chopper nodded once, understanding that sanji was no longer fighting him. he had realized it was the only option…
he turned to luffy, then, knowing he would be the only one capable of doing what happened next without being killed. luffy, without moving, wrapped his arms around sanji and held him in place. sanji’s eyes widened, already trying to fight his hold to get to you.
“trust him. there’s no other choice…”
zoro had pushed past him and moved to your side, both hands on your shoulders. sanji realized in impressed horror that this had always been the plan. they were going to do whatever it took to try and save you, even if it meant knocking him out or fully restraining him. they wanted you better… they cared about you just as much as he did, even if they went about it much less subtly.
chopper pried your mouth open and shoved the small black pill into your mouth, unceremoniously shoving it down your throat. there was a choking sound from you and luffy nearly lost hold of sanji, who looked moments away from destruction, crying or cursing everyone on the ship out and threatening them with death.
“hold her still, zoro.”
chopper seemed sure of himself despite the way his voice shook. you had stopped nearly choking and gone completely still. it seemed as though the ship itself had gone still— zoro released your shoulders and exhaled slowly in anticipation.
your body spasmed rapidly and zoro pounced forward and pinned you down before you catapulted off the bed. sanji was screaming, though no one could manage to make out what he said, as chopper yelled orders and luffy dragged sanji backwards, out of the room.
“on her side– turn her on her side! luffy, hold him!“
sanji was fighting to break out of luffy’s hold, though luffy had all but planted himself against the ship so he was unmovable. chopper looked panicked and for a moment seemed to doubt his own treatment entirely. his eyes widened as you continued to seize, hands on his antlers as he realized he may have killed you—
you gasped and sputtered, rolling so violently that zoro nearly flew over the bed with you— and threw up all over the floor. zoro gagged, closing his eyes tightly to fight away his own nausea, hand on his chest to attempt to pull himself together. nami almost laughed— both from adrenaline and relief and at zoro being so bothered by what had incidentally saved your life.
you inhaled sharply, eyes wide, head falling back against the pillows. you had forgotten where you were for a moment— dazed on why most of the crew stood around you with panicked expressions.
“sanji…..” it came out as a breath, too exhausted to further lift your head.
sanji pushed through the doorway and stumbled to the side of the bed, his hand finding yours despite how much it was shaking. “right here, love… i’m— here… right here.” you smiled to yourself, sinking further into the mattress, sleep taking over you before you could notice the tears in the corner of his eyes.
you woke once again, no idea how long it had been— eyeing your surroundings with a groggy blur. sanji was there, hands holding yours as if you would disappear.
“sanji…”
you didn’t recognize the sound of your own voice— rough and gravelly, shaking slightly. the blond head of hair lifted from your shoulder, squinting before startling awake in alarm.
“yes?” his confusion turned to clarity and then concern, “yes, darling? what’s wrong? i’m here…”
you leaned back against your pillow again, eyes closed, “how long have i been out?” you remembered passing out and the world tilting— sanji’s hand holding yours securely, even in sleep.
“a few days. chopper says you’re going to be okay…” sanji rubbed your hand with his thumb, leaning down until his chin was on your bicep again.
you reached up gently, stroking your fingers through his hair. “of course i am… you’re here.” sanji leaned in, closing his eyes as tears threatened to spill from his eyes.
sanji kissed your knuckles, other hand folding over yours, placing another kiss against your hand. he felt like he had failed already— he knew now he would never let you go anywhere without him again, and certainly not with luffy or zoro.
“can i get you anything, my love?” his voice still shook and the nerves and anticipation in his voice hurt more than the poison.
“i’m okay… maybe some soup? or tea?”
sanji really didn’t want to leave your side. though you were clearly out of the worst of it, he couldn’t bare the thought of leaving your side now…
“yes, my love…. anything you want…”
sanji stood to his feet, and the stiffness in his movement told you that he truly hadn’t left your side the entire time. you still held his hand as he stood to his feet and he stooped to kiss your knuckles once more, then your forehead.
“i’m going to look after you. you’ll be back on your feet in no time…”
you smiled to yourself, glancing up at him with all the love in the world. you were in good hands. you were in the best hands… sanji would move the entire planet for you if you asked. and now he would throw himself fully in, heart and soul, on getting you better.
sanji returned thirty minutes later to you sitting up slightly more, book propped up in your lap, eyes half closed.
“have you had visitors?”
sanji carried a tray and eyed you with playful resignation.
“everyone, actually… something about waiting until you weren’t in here to chase them off.”
sanji smiled to himself, eyes sparkling slightly, “i’ve never once chased chopper out of here.”
“he said you threatened to skin and eat him if i didn’t make it…”
sanji said nothing, though there was a small smirk on his face that proved he was anything but innocent. you eyed him with a soft scold, lifting your eyebrows slightly.
“i made you chicken soup. and i brought your favorite tea…”
you couldn’t be upset with him if you tried.
sanji set the tray across your legs, kissing your head as he did. you looked up at him with a soft expression, “thank you…”
sanji settled in on the side of your bed once again, expression soft, “of course, love. i said i was going to take care of you…”
your hand still shook slightly as you reached for the spoon. you settled on just lifting the bowl to your lips, humming contently as the soup ran down your throat. sanji would have scolded anyone else for not using a spoon— but he watched you with a soft fondness that nearly melted you.
“may i?”
so maybe it did bother him, only a little…
you watched with starry eyes, as sanji lifted the spoon to your mouth and fed you with the softness of a man who had not killed hundreds or been one of the best fighters you had ever seen. he fed you the entire bowl, eyes softening with each spoonful, looking very near tears as he took you in.
“i’m glad you’re okay…”
you blinked slowly, feeling the pull of exhaustion once again. you tilted your head forward to rest against his forehead, smiling softly, “i love you.”
“i feared i would never hear those words again, my love…”
you kissed him this time and he melted into you completely. his hand was on your chin, pulling you closer, holding you against him with a gentleness you were always used to.
you smiled against his lips, breathing deeply, inhaling his scent until it enveloped you like a hug. “i love you, blackleg sanji… mr prince. and every other alias you have ever been called.”
his eyes lit up and he kissed you again, pulling you even tighter against him, until he was sitting behind you with both arms around you.
“i love you too… more than you’ll ever know.”
sanji rested his chin on the top of your head and you felt yourself slipping into a comfortable, warm sleep. sanji fell asleep shortly after— and it was the first time since you had been sick that he had allowed himself to. you were okay. you would be okay… after all, when he held you this closely, nothing in the world could hurt you.
I don't think y'all fathom just how epic a fight between the monster trio and Cross Guild will be. It's gonna have Mihawk vs. Zoro, a rematch we've been waiting for since Baratie, the finish line of Zoro's journey, a battle of both scale and emotion.
Meanwhile, Buggy vs. Luffy is going on. By which I mean, Buggy's gonna be on the run making passive aggressive comments about his ex bestie for 30 episodes as Luffy's having the time of his life fucking with him for shit and giggles.
At the same time, it's gonna be Crocodile vs. THAT FUCKER. MR PRINCE. THAT PIECE OF SHIT WHO RUINED EVERYTHING. A perfect balance of comedy and hype.
Sanjj was between your thighs, tongue mercilessly teasing your pussy, moaning into you like he couldn’t get enough. As if you were a rare delicacy, not letting a single drop escape him – You knew how Sanji hated to waste anything.
His mouth closed around your clit, sucking lightly as his long, expert fingers pumped at an agonising pace, each movement hitting your sweet spot with perfect precision. Your walls clenched around him, the combination of his mouth and fingers sending you into a spiral.
Then it happened.
Sanji felt your body’s response to him, your moans growing more desperate, almost pained – he knew you were close.
“Ughh – fuck, Sanji,”
“Wait, slow – uhhh – slow down”
Your pleas fell on deaf ears as Sanji’s pace sharpened, the speed of his fingers increasing as his tongue flicked harder. Pleasure consumed your body, raw and merciless. A cry tore from your throat, your orgasm erupting through you. Wet heat burst from you, uncontrolled, splashing across his jaw, his cheeks, his chin.
Both of you froze – one in confusion, the other in utter shock.
You stared, mortified “Oh my god, I’m so sorry – ” You rambled, a flood of embarrassment washing over you. “That’s never happened before, you’re – oh god – you’re drenched – ”
Before you could continue, Sanji’s body shot upward. His mouth crashed into yours, urgent and possessive. You tasted yourself on his tongue – salty, sweet, warm – a low groan rumbling out of him. His kiss was sloppy, hungry, like he was trying to drink every part of you.
“Thank you,” he breathed, his lips lightly caressing yours. “I’ve never been more turned on in my life. That was so sexy – you are so sexy”
You let the praise wash over you, face still flushed with embarrassment, but the feeling slowly melted under the heat in his voices. He kissed you again, whispering against your lips about how good you tasted. His mouth trailed down your throat, across your chest, along your stomach, claiming every inch of you.
He settled back between your thighs – his happy place. Before you can protest, his mouth found your swollen clit instantly, like magnets snapping together. The jolt of sensations made your head slam back against the pillow. A weak, high-pitched moan escaped you – you were so sensitive, too sensitive.
“You’re going to do that again for me, my love,” he murmured against your skin, lips brushing you with every word. “You have to. Just one… two more. Please.” His pleas shattered your little resistance. Your fingers sank into his hair, pulling him closer into your heat. That was all the permission he needed – his pace deepened instantly, every nerve on fire, your body melting and surrendering fully to him.
