WIP Wednesday again I'm on a roll!
Extract from Pink Promise, for @opgenweek 2026 event ♥.
Day 3 prompts: Stargazing – Fantasy AU – “I promise” One of the stupidly difficult rules I set myself was to mix at least two of the prompts.
There is not a single part of your body that doesn’t hurt. Training will do that to you. Especially when training is composed of only two things: running day and night without as much as a break, and affronting fighting cooks who’ve made a game out of questioning your identity. They don’t get it, of course. How important it is to you. How terrified you are of not being the man you aspire to be, not because of what they project in you, but because of what others before had decided you should be. You’re angry, and scared, and lonely. You feel responsible for everything that happened and that didn’t happen. You hope they’re all okay, alive. You trust them, but it doesn’t mean you’re not worried. You don’t usually allow yourself those thoughts, too focused on the future and the support you will provide your crew when you’re stronger, but tonight is an exception. Tonight, you beat Tibany.
Part of this fic is Sanji headcanoning his crew as queer and having several panics about it. It's a little angsty, but equally humorous I think :D.
