"y'know, pretty girl like you really should be asleep at a time like this."
you wince, slipping into the kitchen through the cracked open door, your hands laced behind your back as you take in the dimly lit room.
"worried about me missin' my beauty sleep?" you ask, grinning as you hop lightly up onto one of the freshly wiped counters. sanji chuckles, shrugging, a thin spire of smoke twisting up from the cigarette caught between his lips.
"mm. on second thought, might be good for you to stay up a bit -- don't think the world'd know how to deal if you got any more beautiful."
he winks, you blush. it's a well-practiced dance, an ever-familiar cadence.
"well, i don't know about that, but i could do with a midnight snack."
sanji pauses in his meticulous scrubbing of a cast-iron pan. he quirks an eyebrow at you before rinsing off the pan and placing it carefully on a rack to dry.
"if chopper were awake, he'd tell you it's not good for your digestion to eat right before bed."
you grin, "who says i'm going to bed right after this?"
sanji tuts, nodding as he wipes off his hands.
"touche, darlin', but fair game --" he laughs, "alright then -- what's the pretty lady feelin' on this fine evenin'? bit'o clam fried rice? or... i did make some tangerine icecream the other day and... i think we've still got a bit'o port left over from zeff --"
"nightcap?" you ask, eyes brightening immediately. sanji rolls his eyes, smiling.
"thought you weren't so eager on sleep after, hm?"
"but if it's medicinal..." you trail off, batting your lashes. sanji sighs, rounding the counter to dig for the port. a moment later, he's poured out two tiny crystal glasses.
"no tangerine icecream?" you ask, pouting ever so slightly. sanji chuckles.
"not tonight, sweetheart -- especially if you're tryna get some shut-eye."
you sigh, swirling the dark honeyed liquid around your glass.
"what should we drink to?" sanji asks, holding out his drink. you lean forward to clink to your glass against his.
"to sweet dreams, then."
sanji nods, smiling as he takes a sip, "and the beautiful women who dream them."
hii! I got this totally… original idea…🤥 I'm guessing I'll be writing different versions (this cliché is one of my favorites 🤭 so I can't help myself). This one is very much kidish-sounding? if you read it, it'll make sense what I mean </3 it was super fun to write though, so I don't mind.
It's very much giving new poster core too💔
I hope you like it!! <33
v.2 -> walking in v.2
Synopsis: various crew members walking in on you and the monster trio (separately) doing something couple-y
luffy-513words
sanji-386words
zoro-354words
CW: Fluff/SFW, implied secret established relationship, no use of y/n, gen-neutral reader, not proof read
-noodle
Luffy
The slow rocking of the ship and the soothing feeling of your hands running through his hair had lulled Luffy asleep quite a while ago; his head rested against your chest, snuggled into your sternum. The arms grip he had on you loosened over time as he fell into a deeper sleep. his ragged hat placed on your head. he gave it to you because, first. He loves and trusts you, second. it was harder to kiss him with it on, snuggled up to you the way he is.
It was a quiet, uneventful day. The birds that took perch on the ship were chirping peacefully... emphasis on the 'we're' as our red-haired navigator's voice overthrew them.
"Luffy!" she calls out. You could hear her footsteps coming closer to the room you and Luffy were currently sharing
Your eyes widen, panic setting in. What could you do? Hope she doesn't notice? Wake up, the cutest sleeping Luffy? Leave it up to fate?
The doors to Luffy's room quickly swung open
"Do ya' wanna stop at the" Nami spoke, her eyes adjusting to the scene that was displayed in front of her.
"... neering... island...?" she stuttered out slowly
You smiled awkwardly, "hi?-"
You're cut off by a half-fearful and half-exited shriek.
Nami practically comes running to sit by you, making herself at home and Luffy, the sound, and the newfound pressure on the bed stirring him awake with a whiny groan
"What is it...?" he yawned, raising his head, his spikey, messy hair sticking up.
"SO!" Nami interrupts once again, "you? with our, clumsy, no good captain? I'm going to need all the details on how you lost enough sanity to where you're cuddling with him," she exclaimed, eyes sparking with joy and a wide smile that reached from ear to ear.
"I'm not that bad," Luffy huffed, wrapping his arms around you again. "They’re perfectly... normally sane," he grumbled, letting out a groggy yawn.
“ah!” A new voice shouted, “nami-swan!? I heard your terrifying scream!” Dress shoes could be heard charging toward your direction.
“not another one…” you mumble under your breath
“who hurt you mademoiselle?!” He pushed himself into the room.
similar to the over eccentric girl sitting beside you, he screams like he’d seen a ghost
“Luffy…! GOT A PARTNER BEFORE ME!?” He spoke... much louder than he needed to.
You accepted your fate with a long, drawn-out sigh.
Sanji
The sound of Sanji chopping vegetables echoed through the room. You were behind him, arms wrapped around his waist, your head resting against his back as you two swayed together. You interrupted the tune he was quietly humming
"It smells soo~ good, love," You mumbled into his shirt. arms slightly tighting around him, reminding him how close the two of you were in the moment.
"Does it? well then, thank you" he chuckled under his breath. the sound of the knife skillfully hitting the cutting board stopped a second before he turned around leaning back against the counter to wrap his own arms around your waist. towering over you he leaned down to press a long kiss to your forehead. your small giggle sent a wave of joy through your favorite cook
"mmh" you hum looking into whichever bright eye was visible. he laughs again and leans down once more to deliver a kiss to you lips.
The Kitchen doors fly open, Ussop and Luffy barging in interrupting what peace you two had.
“oh!” You huff, backing away as sanji pulls his arms to his sides,
“I want dinner!” Luffy whines marching into the kitchen.
as Luffy walks away, a starstruck, open mouthed, wide eyed, unbelieving Ussop stood frozen at the door way is revealed.
“Luffy…? Did you just see what I saw?” He muttered out
“huh no?” He hums “what was it?” Luffy continues, looking towards Sanji and you,
“ah nothing!” You interject starting to walk away from him “dinner will be done soon… ill come back then” you smile walking past Ussop giving him a pat on the shoulder as you head out of the kitchen doors, ignoring the quiet pleading of Sanji not to leave him with ussop.
Ussop is going to tell everyone, you sighed the doors shutting behind you….
You were right.
zoro
“hey, no! You're sweaty!” You grumble as Zoro tries to hug you
“I'm fine” he growls his hands snaking around your waist forcing you to hug him, muscles flexing in the process.
“oh ah! Please you’re all sticky!” You giggle trying to push him off, and its to no avail, giving up with a sigh you speak again
“you're so annoying…” you grumble under your breath
“mmhm… but you still love me don't you?” He murmured, hands coming down to the backs of your thighs, “can i?” He hums lowering himself next to your ear
“yeah yeah…” you respond letting out another giggle as you try to keep it in, rolling your eyes in the process.
he takes a deep breath before he picks you up, letting your legs wrap around his waist, looking up at you he flashes you a toothy smile
“oh youre too cute love” you hum and lean down to press a kiss to his forehead “do you know whats for dinner?” I ask, my hands coming up to the backs of his neck
“Sanji is making Coq au Vin” Robin said in awe , her arms crossed as she leans into the door frame of the crows nest
you freeze as zoro puts you down, clearing his throat and placing his hands in his pockets
you blankly stare eyes widened, letting out a deep breath “having fun up here huh?” She grins,
“ill meet you two in the dining room later…” and just like that she slipped out of the room, escaping like a shadow in the night…
Zoro laughs “were just glad it wasn’t sanji huh?” He looks down at you and smiles again,
little did you know, Robin is a gossiper… well Nami is… and robin tells Nami everything
have fun at dinner tonight!
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AK! That was so fun to write, sorry about losing the special little colour coded speech, it mysteriously stopped working for me 💔 if i missed any CW tags, TELL MEE 😭 okay okay thanks for reading love you!!!
this is part of the request for a headcanon from @zephyrian-journ it turned into a whole story, whoops i hope it's okay!
Sanji x fem!reader who has problems with her body, I can only write from my perspective so keep that in mind!
Mention of stress response, insecurity with one's own body, mention of restricting
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Sanji expresses his love through food and service, he is just like that. So when you stop eating his creations and request only the plainest, low caloric options he is starting to feel really anxious. When you refuse to be touched and hide your body from the world he starts to panic. When you become absent minded and cautious, when you retreat and keep to yourself - he has a full breakdown.
He waits until you are alone and approaches you with an uncomfortable expression.
"So, what's wrong?" He asks, avoiding your gaze.
"What do you mean?" You ask back.
"You're kind of distant lately and...did I do something wrong?" The gaze of his blue eyes is locked on his shoes, his graceful fingers are fumbling nervously, he looks like a boy that has done something seriously wrong.
"No, not at all" you try to look into his eyes, but he turns away.
"I understand." He runs away. When you catch his arm and he turns around, tears are already flowing from his face. "I understand, I am not good enough for you anymore, I won't bother you anymore with my presence" the end of his sentence is hardly understandable, since he is sobbing loudly now, sinking to his knees. "You don't love me anymore, I am not good enough" he cries as he dramatically hugs your knees.
"Shh, don't cry babe, I love you more than anything, you know that" you tell him as you soothingly stroke his hair and kiss the tears away. "Why would you think that I don't love you anymore? You're the best thing that ever happened to me" you tell him as he looks up at you with puppy eyes, pressing his cheek against your chest.
"You're not eating my cakes anymore, you don't let me touch you, we're not bathing together anymore...it's like you don't want to be with me anymoooooooooooooore" the last word transitions into a long, whiny sob and he cries like a waterfall again.
"It's got nothing to do with you!" You explain to him. "You're perfect, you know that. It's me."
He blinks tears out of his eyes and looks at you. "THAN WHYYYYYYY" he helplessly gestures with his hands as he's crying out his question.
"...I gained weight. I don't fit into my jeans anymore. I just...I feel like a whale. I don't feel comfortable right now. I didn't want you to notice until I lost it again. Which doesn't seem to be working. And I was never thin to begin with..." your voice breaks as you struggle to express all you are feeling. "I just didn't want to disappoint you." Now you have tears in your eyes, avoiding his puzzled look.
"What?" He gets up and holds your shoulders. "How would you disappoint me?" He tries to catch your gaze but you are avoiding him.
"You like pretty women. I don't even know what you see in me, and now it's gotten worse. I just didn't want you to notice"
It is harder to say than you thought and now you're sobbing. Suddenly you're pressed against his chest, the soft fabric of Sanjis suit is catching your tears.
"I was so stupid and superficial I even manage to hurt you now with it! I'm so sorry! I didn't know what I even could expect from a relationship. I just know that you are unique and perfect and that I feel as safe with you as never before. I like your body because it is yours, and I want to see it grow old together with mine." he lifts your chin up and looks into your eyes. He looks dead serious now, despite his reddened and puffy eyes.
"Please forgive me!" He pleads. "I don't want you to feel unwanted! What can I do?"
"I don't know..." you say.
He nods, tears and snot running down his face.
"I'll find a way!" He promises.
For the next days, he's serious and quiet. Every time you talk, he tells you how much he loves you, but things between you seem tense. He also seems to do a lot more stuff for Nami than usual - carrying stuff for her, bringing her more treats, constantly asking what he could do. All in all, a strange situation. Tension builds and you are even more insecure about him than before, painfully aware that he was into Nami way before you two met.
So when you see them vanish in Nami's room, you cannot help but get a bad feeling. When they don't come out for quite a while, you decide to have a look. Nothing unusual to just knock and see what they're up to.
You knock - no answer. You try the handle, it's open. You enter and see them standing in the room, heads together. It's hard to see exactly what's happening there, but Sanji immediately jumps up, looking guilty.
"Y/n! What are you doing here? You weren't supposed to see this!" He shouts angrily. He has never used this kind of tone with you. After the last days, it's enough. You turn on your heel and try to get away before anyone is seeing you cry.
You're already halfway across the ship when you hear him behind you: "wait, It's not what it looks like!"
He quickly catches up and blocks your way.
"It wasn't supposed to go like this, don't cry" he says, but you're already crying.
"Leave me alone" you tell him.
"No, I'll never leave alone again" he says, his voice suddenly quiet and soft. Through the veil of your tears, you see him go down on one knee.
"I'll never leave you, because I want you to become my wife!" He's shouting, for everyone to hear, as he holds up a golden ring encrusted with diamonds.
"I got this ring from Nami's treasure, I hope you like it. If not I'll get another one!" He looks at you, awaiting your answer.
This was the last thing you expected. The two of you never talked about marriage.
"What?" You ask, overwhelmed by everything.
"I want to share everything with you for the rest of my life. I want to grow old with you! I want to become better for you all the time. I want you to become my family, because I love you so much! I told you I will find a way to show you how much you mean to me. This is it. Please marry me!"
For a painful second, you hesitate and his lower lip already begins to tremble. You hold out your hand and let him slip the ring on your finger. He kisses your hand and holds it against his cheek. You can feel a tear running down his face.
"You make me so happy" he cries. "Let's be a family!"
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Soooo....this one took me *checks date* forever, I am so sorry! I will be working through my drafts and requests as I have a bit more time now! Hope you liked it :D
for the stressed millenial who just wants to be pampered and loved unconditionally
-> find part 2 here
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You have a typical bad date at a good restaurant - which gets crashed (or saved) by the handsome chef that has a thing for you.
This is with a fem!reader in mind. Who is very exhausted and unnerved.
involves fun things like swearing, smoking and alcohol. But no smut. We are not having so much fun 🤨
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Your evening was horrible, it even beat your day of totally unnecessary meetings. Sitting opposite Thomas, your blind date for the evening, was a test for your mental health. He went on and about his ex-girlfriend, who, as he told you, was absolutely crazy, stupid, hysterical and he was so over her after almost a year. Yeah buddy, tell yourself that.
And that after he had been so extremely nice on the dating app where you met him. Shame. He was actually good looking and had a stable job, he was funny and smart. And still hung up on his ex for some reason. By now, you knew everything about her. You sipped at your wine, bored out of your mind by the next story about how horrible she was on their last vacation together. At least the wine and food were excellent. Thomas picked the location. Bet he was here with his ex, too. You see a waiter running around and wave with your glass to indicate that you need a refill. He swiftly came by and asked: “The pinot grigio again?”. You just nodded, that wine was tasty. “Or might I recommend the wine our chef has picked to be paired with the main course?”
“No thank you, I'll have more of the pinot.” you insisted. Better stay with what you know.
The waiter, however, came back with another glass as you listened to Thomas now talking bad about other dates he had found on the app. Oh boy, do you think I now feel better than the others? Knowing how you talk about women you dated? You think, only noticing in the last moment that the wine you were brought was red instead of white. “Excuse me”, you call the waiter back. “This isn’t the pinot?”
“Chef’s recommendation, he said it’s on the house”, the waiter informs you with an apologetic smile.
Free booze! “Tell him my thanks”, you say as politely as possible. This evening just got better.
“You know, you shouldn’t drink so much”, Thomas commented on your second glass of wine with a well intended, but ultimately unnerving wink. Yeah, just destroy my happiness, you think as you already feel a bit guilty. You knew you shouldn’t indulge. Just like you should work out regularly, stop smoking and eat more veggies than instant ramen. Since this was your first date in ages with no other currently in sight, you set the glass down and ate something of the incredibly tasty pasta you were served. The sauce was just the right consistency and tasted of fresh herbs, tomatoes and childhood summer evenings. So delicious you actually had to sigh. And it went so perfectly with the wine. Another sip.
“Y/n, what do you think?” Thomas asked, it was all of his monologue you could hear.
“What?”
“I asked what do you think about the elections?” he repeated his question, talking very loud and clearly.
Fuck, politics. It would be wise to know about that before this got serious, but you where exhausted. “Uhm” you eloquently started, “I think elections are important for democracy.”
Thomas turned into the blank face emoji. It looked funny enough. Needing a pick-you-up, you excused yourself and pretended to go to the bathroom. Instead you headed to the small garden of the restaurant to have a secret smoke. The cold wind was refreshing and you took out your zippo. Looking at the childish motif you had to smile– a cute comic reindeer eating ice cream. It was it a moose? Tanuki? Never mind.
Zip, zip
only a few sparks, no flame.
Ok, trusty zippo, don’t leave me hanging.
Zip, zip,zip...nothing.
“Fuck”
The clicking of your futile attempts goes on and on – until finally, the sound of an igniting flame. You shield your cigarette from the wind when you realize it wasn’t yours that actually worked. A flame is held against the tip of your cigarette, you breathe in, igniting it and inhaling the first draft of sweet smoke.
“Oh thank yooouuuuu” you started your sentence well but screwed up at the end, sounding like a screeching car instead of a human. Unprepared to stare into the clearest and most fascinating blue eyes you have ever seen, your cigarette almost fell out of your gaping mouth. The eyes were embedded in a perfect, male face. He was tall, blonde, with a perfectly groomed goatee and creamy-white skin. His blonde hair was expertly styled and fell over one of his eyes. You noticed that the eyebrow that was not covered with a golden lock was bent into an elegant curl. His perfect mouth gave you a warm smile as he said: “You’re welcome, my lady.” He took a draw from his own cigarette. It looked like in ads. If you wouldn’t have been smoking since you were 14, that would have been the time to start.
Unable to resist you looked him up and down. Tall, slender, long legs. He was wearing a fine taylored suit, complete with a west and tie, an ensemble that accentuated his narrow waist and broad shoulders. Trying to act like a normal person you pried your gaze away and politely ignored him. Besides, it was ridiculous to drool over a guy of that calibre. While on a date with another. You tried to stay realistic, your blonde gentleman surely already had a girlfriend. Or two. Probably just as pretty.
Watching your last puff of smoke curl in the night sky, you decided to get back and give this date your sincerest efforts, like a real adult would. You turned to throw the gleaming bud in the trash.
“Whoa” the blonde model man stood far too near to you. When did he move closer? Unable to stop the momentum of your turn, you bumped into his chest.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t see you there” you blurted out and smiled out of pure embarrassment.
“No worries” he said confidently. “OH MY GOSH YOU’RE SO CUTE” he squeaked, a total contrast to his previous demeanor, staring at your face, visibly blushing.
“Uhm, thank you…?” you said with a clear question mark at the end of your sentence.
“I hope you like the wine I picked for you, my lady” he continued like nothing happened, still smoking.
“Uhm what?” you asked.
“The red wine. Goes with the pasta. A perfect combination. From the look on your face, you enjoyed it” he explained matter of factly, looking all cool and business again. “After my shift, we can drink some more together.”
Was he hitting on you? He must have seen that you were with someone.
“I am actually on a date…” you voice trailed off.
“That’s a date? Looks like a piece of work” he says and chuckles. “I can show you a really good time. I'm Sanji, what's your name?” he said with a bow, clearly courting you now. And getting a bit creepy.
“You know, I gotta go now” you excused yourself and quickly returned inside.
“Wait till you taste my dessert!” he shouted behind you.
What a strange guy, looking like an actor while acting like a total creep. You didn’t get it, a handsome man like that wouldn’t need to be so pushy. A bit of charm and every woman in sight would eat out of his hand. You sat down at the table again, Thomas was scrolling on his phone, barely acknowledging your presence. He wasn’t much but at least you knew what kind of man he was: after a bad breakup he got a little bitter, and judgy. But other than that, he was better than most. Wasn’t that the best you could hope for? Everyone told you that your standards were too high.
Just as your thoughts took a gloomy turn, the waiter sat down a beautifully decorated plate in front of you with a crème brulée and strawberry sauce.
Thomas looked up from his phone to inform the waiter that they didn’t order that. The waiter looked uncomfortable as he answered: “A gift from the kitchen. On the house. For the lady.”
Perplexed, you twisted and turned in your chair until you caught a glimpse of the kitchen entrance, and, unsurprisingly, there stood a tall, handsome man, now with an apron over his fine suit, and winked lewdly at you.
You already drank the wine. Free dessert couldn’t hurt. Besides, shifts in the kitchen ended really late, you would be gone until he was free. You dug in. The crust on the sweet treat was crispy caramel with a vanilla cream underneath. You couldn’t help it, a pronounced “mhmm” escaped your mouth as you savoured every bite. It felt like the most comforting thing in the world, it tasted like coming home after a long day. To a real, cozy home. A feeling you were barely able to enjoy anymore, being too stressed and exhausted to even properly relax. This was your treat after a long week and you ate with your eyes closed.
“You like it?” you heard Sanji's voice in your ear, much to close. Startled, you wanted to jump up but instead just pushed the chair back, falling backwards. The chef caught you casually with one hand and sat the chair back in the floor.
“You’re so beautiful when you enjoy something” he praised you with a husky, soft voice. The dreamy expression on his face was almost too much.
“Excuse me, who are you? Can you believe this guy...?" Thomas spat the words out angrily, looking at the scene with disbelief.
"I cannot believe you can be sitting in front of the cutest Lady in the world and you stare at your phone? Your loss” you heard Sanji say in a taunting voice, suddenly sounding like a street thug.
"I want to talk to the manager" Thomas demanded, standing up.
"Let's everyone just calm down, because there is no problem and nothing" You tried to save the evening while the two men attacked each other with hostile glares. "Thank you for the dessert, it was delicious" you say to Sanji, whose eyes have turned into hearts the moment you adressed him. And turning to Thomas you say "let's just get the cheque and call it a night. It was a nice date, let's do that again some time!" You may not have sounded entirely convincing, but it was enought that both of them backed off, muttering curses.
While splitting the cheque and getting ready ti go, you heard loud noises coming from the kitchen - and lots of cursing.
Sanji
Zeff beat him up really good that night, stupid waiter snitched on him hitting on guests yet again. The restaurant couldn't take one more bad review about him.
But he just couldn't help himself. Watching her face light up as she ate his food was unresistable to him, having a quiet smoke together and watching her suck on the cigarette, blowing out the steam from her perfect lips...he couln't resist.
As Jeff kicked his ass out of the restaurant, ending Sanji's shift early, he decided to call it a day and get home. His feet hurt from standing in the kitchen all day and he was tired from the long hours he worked. Lighting a cigarette, he decided to walk the rest of the way home, he could use a little exercise.
The night air was fresh and the streets empty and quiet. He often walked home alone after work. The loneliness was both soothing after a stressful day, but it also made him painfully aware that no one was beside him, no hand he could hold, no one that would need his jacket to keep warm.
He imagined the girl from the restaurant walking beside him. She looked tired, unnerved when she came in. Nothing special. But when she got the chance to relax, her whole being seemed to change. She enjoyed life's pleasures intensely, fully. And to his eyes, she became a princess. He imagined her with him, grumpy and tired - until Sanji gave her his jacket, put his arm around her and kissed her hair. His head spun a fantasy of her beautiful smile that was just for him - causing him smile in reality. Alone. He swore that if he ever found her again, he would do anything to make her enjoy herself again.
His little fantasy improved his mood and he hummed french chansons all the way back home. His apartment building was old, but charming. It was usually pretty quiet and empty when he left around noon, and dark and deserted when he got back in the middle of the night. He hardly ever met the other inhabitants. That night, one of the flats still had some light in it. He looked up - his cigarette escaped his mouth and fell on the cobblestone of the street.
It was her, no mistake. She leaned out of a window and had one last smoke before bed, he figured. He watched, mesmerized, as her little mouth puffed out tiny clouds.
She lived just next to him, all this time. Fate has brought her to his restaurant tonight, it was meant to be! He stared a few more minutes until she was finished and retreated back inside, switching of the lights.
A tiny flame illuminated Sanji's face as he lit another cigarette. "I'll win your heart, my princess. Just you wait."
Now that you've read the whole thing, let me know in the comments if you liked this slow burn! 👇
I am planning more parts where Sanji tries to win your heart and you get to know him better as a person, there will be hot moments and endearing situations. Please let me know what you would love to read! I srly absolutely need your people's written feedback on this because it's a niche and I am no good writing into the void. Dm, comment, reblog kath cryptic tags....anything.
