With how dramatic Sanji is over his little princess, how would he react to seeing other little boys fighting over who gets to play with her 😂😂
Oh yes this is my favorite type of story to wright when it comes to Sora with boys and how Sanji reacts . Please anyone send more ideas specifically for that topic because it’s always is so fun writing it! Thank you for requesting this!
Sanji & Daughter Sora OC
Sora sat in a garden of tall grass and wildflowers, giggling as three little boys her age buzzed around her like bees around honey.
“Come play tag with me, Sora!” said one boy, grabbing her hand.
“No! I wanna play with her!” said another, pulling her other hand.
Then a third boy ran up behind her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, grinning ear to ear.
“Hey! She’s playing with me!”
Sora blinked, confused. “Huh? Can’t we all just play together?”
The boys were not listening.
From a few feet away, Nami sipped a drink and leaned over to Robin, smirking. “She’s a heartbreaker already.”
Robin chuckled behind her book. “Her papa’s going to implode.”
Sanji was approaching with a tray of strawberry milk and bunny cookies for Sora — humming a soft tune — when he froze mid-step.
His eye twitched.
His jaw clenched.
His soul left his body as he saw three grubby little boys pulling on his daughter like she was the last piece of candy on the Grand Line.
Sanji’s smile slowly dropped into a horrified stare. “…The hell is this.”
[BOOM.] The frying pan dropped onto his shoulder.
[FOOM.] Flames erupted around his leg.
He didn’t even blink.
“I’m going to say this once,” he muttered, stalking toward them like a devil in a black suit.
The boys all froze.
“Step. Away. From. My. Daughter.”
The kid hugging her dropped off like he’d touched lava.
“Y-Y-Yes sir!” one squeaked, backing away in terror.
“Listen up, you tiny hormone-powered pipsqueaks,” Sanji growled, smoke curling from his cigarette, “I don’t care if you’re five or fifty — Sora is off limits. If you so much as breathe romantically near her again—”
He pointed his flaming leg skyward.
“I’ll launch you so far your grandkids’ll be born dizzy.”
One boy screamed. The others took off running.
Meanwhile…
“Papa!” Sora squeaked happily, running up to him with open arms.
Sanji’s entire mood evaporated in an instant. His flames extinguished with a fwoosh. The pan clattered to the ground.
He dropped to one knee, catching her mid-run.
“Mon bébé,” he gasped, burying his face in her hair, clutching her like he’d just rescued her from a war zone. “Are you okay? Did those miniature criminals hurt you? Did they TOUCH your hair?!”
She blinked. “Nope!”
“I brought you cookies…” he said weakly, voice cracking as he held up the tray.
She squealed. “Yay~!”
Behind them, Zoro muttered with a scoff. “You’re gonna have a heart attack before she’s ten.”
Sanji whipped around. “SHUT IT MOSSHEAD YOU COULD NEVER UNDERSTAND.”
Sora giggled. “Papa, don’t fight with Uncle Marimo. Let’s go have tea.”
Sanji deflated, utterly wrecked by her sweetness. “Anything for you, cupcake.”
