Everhungrymuncher - Vampzs

three hundred sonnets (black leg sanji x reader)

a/n: my first OP x reader fic ever written! :D i’m currently only at the start of the Water 7 arc so this will take place somewhere prior to that :) i hope you enjoy!

big thank you to @chibinasuu for your encouragement in my initial post abt this fic idea! <3 i'm so excited to write more stuff in the future :D

also! i’d really appreciate any requests sent my way :D right now i’ll only write SFW fics/headcanons for Sanji, Zoro, Luffy, Shanks, Mihawk, Crocodile & Smoker! but they will all be set early in the series/not during any specific arc since i’m still only at ep 200ish :’D

contents: gn reader, zoro is unintentionally an asshole, major insecurity, injury, miscommunication, angst to fluff, hurt/reverse comfort 

wc: 3k

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“if he writes her a few sonnets, he loves her. If he writes her 300 sonnets, he loves sonnets”

i.

it’s no secret that Zoro isn’t exactly the sharpest knife in the kitchen drawer— or at least that’s what Sanji thinks, especially now as he stands by the sink scrubbing away at the leftover grime on the used dishes; feeling a tightness in his shoulders he just can’t seem to will away.

”hey, cook,” the inebriated swordsman slurred from across the dining table, a shit-eating grin on his reddened face—a familiar sight to everyone on the straw hat crew, especially when times have been smooth sailing. “i heard somethin’ interesting from the last town’s blacksmith the other day and it reminded me of you.” Zoro continued without waiting to be acknowledged.

”if this is something about my eyebrows again, i swear to god i’ll-”

”he said somethin’ like ‘if he writes her a few sonnets, he loves her. if he writes her three hundred sonnets, he loves sonnets’ and i just thought-” he paused to let out a quick burp, “-you ever consider you might just love cooking more than you love (Y/N)?”

the muffled, happy chatter of his satisfied crewmates from outside the closed kitchen door does nothing to distract Sanji from what even he himself knows is a turbulent mental spiral. he grits his teeth as his fingers grip the sponge even harder, working away at a particularly stubborn stain that strikes him as the final straw that breaks the camel’s back.

Sanji lets out a choked laugh when it dawns on him how ridiculous all this must seem to an outsider: a grown man on the verge of tears as he washes the dishes, overthinking about an off-handed comment said by an extremely drunk friend that was never supposed to mean anything and yet it seems to have shattered everything he thought he knew about himself and his love for the most important person in his life.

ii. 

you decide to excuse yourself from the post-dinner drink-and-chat session with the rest of the crew after you realise someone in particular has been missing for a strangely long time.

you ignore Zoro’s slurred request for you to bring back more booze, knowing he’ll be passing out any minute now from how much he’s drunk tonight, and head to the kitchen. ready to drag your beloved to bed for a nice cuddling session, you can’t help the smile that graces your face as you swing open the door to Sanji’s domain.

”hey love, are you done cleaning up?” you chirp as you approach his broad back, hands ready to plop down on his shoulders for a light squeeze—just the way you know he likes it. the sink comes into clearer view as you get closer and the sight of a few dozen sudsy but unwashed plates and bowls answers the question for you.

”oh, i, um-” the way the blond man jolts slightly in response to your touch isn’t lost on you but what took you more by surprise is how Sanji rubs his face against his sleeve before finally turning to look at you from over his shoulder. he smiles before leaning in to press a quick kiss to your forehead out of habit. “i got a bit distracted but i’ll be done soon, my love.”

”i can help you-”

”no!” you’re sure the way your eyes widen in surprise at his response is mirrored on his face as you both stare blankly at one another for a second. “no, no. i can handle it,” Sanji continues, quick to press a few apologetic kisses on your face, the rapid pounding of his heart calming slightly when he sees how you lean into his affection, seemingly forgetting his odd outburst from just a second ago. 

“why don’t you just wash up and wait for me in bed, hmm? i’ll be with you before you know it.”

”are you sure? it’ll be quicker if we do it together.” 

oh how his chest aches from how sweetly you look at him, offering him a final chance to take you up on the offer. his reddened and sore fingertips scream for him to say yes, beg him to accept your company not only for their sake but also for his heart’s—

i must prove to you how much i love you.

”it’s quite alright, sweet thing, it’s only the dishes.”

iii.

“it’s just a few thousand berry.”

“it’s only a massage.”

“it’s just mopping the floor.”

“it’s only folding the clothes.”

”it’s a small scratch, nothing to worry your little head about.”

”i can take up your night watch today… nonsense, i insist…”

”…nothing but a sprained ankle, i’ll be fine. all that matters is that you’re okay.”

iv.

”Sanji, love, is something wrong?” your voice shatters the silence that had long since engulfed the two of you sitting alone in the kitchen. the others left to explore the newest island you’ve chanced upon and your beloved’s insistence on watching over Merry all but confirm your suspicion that something, indeed, is not right.

”whatever do you mean?” the chef responds with a slight tilt of his head, his tongue darting out to soothe his dry lips when he catches how worried you look.

please don’t

”well, it’s just that… you know this island’s pretty famous for its produce, right?” you ask before you slowly reach out to grab his hand resting on the table. “are you sure you don’t wanna look around? take a break?”

”a break from what?” he chuckles nervously, shooting you a small smile when he feels your thumb rub against his knuckles.

”it’s just that… you’ve been working really hard this past week, y’know?” you reach out to cup his face with your other hand, a gesture Sanji instinctively welcomes with no hesitation as he nuzzles into the warmth of your palm, his tired eyes fluttering closed for a second.

it’s nothing. nothing at all. as long as it means i can feel this warmth for one day more.

”you should go have some fun with the others, it’s my turn to watch Merry. i’ll be fine for a few hours on my own.” Sanji opens his eyes and is greeted by the familiar sight of your warm smile as you rub the pad of your thumb under his eye, across the dark patch of skin—a result of his insistence on doing your night watches with you alongside his full-time duties as the sole chef of the ship.

turning his head slightly to press his lips against your palm, he shoots you another smile. “i’m not really in the mood to explore, i’d much rather stay here with you.”

because what if you realise how much you don’t need me when i’m gone?

Sanji feels the tightness in his chest loosen up a bit when his honeyed response, spoken in his best imitation of a sane boyfriend with only normal thoughts in his head, seems to work in quelling your concern at least for now.

v. 

oh how you wish you’d pressed further back then, dug deeper even if it made him uncomfortable. if you could miraculously go back in time just once in your life, you’d choose to return to that afternoon in the kitchen when you were alone with him. you would’ve seized the opportunity to pry, to force the hard truth out of your beloved chef even if it meant tears shed and bonds broken; because even a scenario like that would be so much more preferable to the one you’re currently in right now.

the entire crew steers clear of the infirmary for the day. even Chopper only shows up to redress Sanji’s wounds every now and then, leaving once he’s done, unable to stay any longer due to how heavy the air feels inside that one tiny room. the other straw hats rely on him for details on how things seem to be going between the crew’s chef and chronicler. otherwise, they elect to give you two some privacy and space, collectively hoping things can return to normal soon.

neither of you say a word for nearly half an hour after Chopper leaves. the stiffness in your neck is starting to bother you but you remain frozen in position, seated by Sanji’s side as he lays resting in bed, his left hand heavily bandaged.

it happened quicker than anyone could have possibly expected. 

the enemy pirate’s sword slashing in your direction as you prepare to parry the way Zoro taught you long ago. you were confident in your ability to win the fight, having been in much tougher situations in the past and still emerging victorious. you might not be the best fighter but everyone knew you could stand your ground fairly well.

Sanji knew that, too. there was no one he believed in more than you, his partner, the love of his life. he knew you would be fine, unscathed, even; and yet his body moved on its own accord anyway. his hands reached forward, contrary to a lifetime of instincts.

i must prove myself to you. 

he knows now, looking at the endless stream of tears silently running down your face and the way your jaw is tensed up—your teeth most certainly chewing on your tongue—that he’d fucked up.

”i’m sorry—” your head turns sharply for your eyes to meet his for the first time in a while when he speaks, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Sanji’s bottom lip begins to tremble as he looks away in shame, his own teary eyes glued to his bandaged hand. “i-i won’t be able to cook for you for a while.”

for a minute, you forget how to breathe.

and then, inexplicably, a wave of rage washes over you; a culmination of the past two weeks of concern, confusion and worry over Sanji’s drastic sudden need to do anything and everything for you. his intense desire to display his selflessness all building up to the moment he used his hands to protect you; and even then his only concern is being unable to cook for you?

your own curl into fists on your lap, your nails digging into the meat of your palm, there’s a sudden coppery taste in your mouth as your molars bite down harder onto your tongue. the sheer idea of him willingly giving up his hands of all things to defend you from an opponent you could beat with your eyes closed made you so unbelievably angry at something you couldn’t even quite put your finger on.

sensing a shift in your emotions, Sanji finally tilts his head up to look back at you. his throat threatens to constrict itself and his heart drops when he sees the furious look on your face.

”am i really such a helpless creature to you?”

you regret the words as soon as you say them. the initial fury coursing through your veins dissipating in the blink of an eye when you see how your single sentence instantly breaks something in him.

his mouth opens and closes but no words escape his lips, meanwhile tears flow freely down his faces, one drop after another falling onto the blanket draped over his lap as his uninjured hand grips the fabric for dear life.

no, you could never be helpless you’re perfect you’re the most perfect person in the whole world i don’t deserve to have you and yet you chose me but now i’ve ruined it all—

the endless thoughts racing in his head go abruptly silent when he feels the softness and warmth of your body engulf his. your hand reaches up to hold the back of his head, pulling his face into the crook of your neck as your free arm wraps around his upper back. your knees are planted on the mattress, trapping him in a straddle as you hug him tightly, careful not to agitate his wounds.

for a few seconds, all Sanji does is breathe. in and out. every inhale filled with the scent of your shampoo mixed with the saltiness of your sweat and tears. he feels the hand holding his head run its fingers through his blond hair in a familiar way, it sends pleasant tingles down his spine and for the first time in a while, he’s able to release the tension in his shoulders.

Sanji’s eyes flutter closed as he nuzzles deeper into your neck, pressing a small kiss against your skin before wrapping his own arms around you, returning the much-needed embrace.

”i love you so much, my sweet boy,” you whisper loud enough for him to hear. “i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean what i said. i know you of all people believe the most in me. i was wrong to accuse you of thinking about me in such a way.” you turn your head to kiss his temple, then his forehead, then the space between his eyes, then the tip of his nose. now face-to-face, your beloved opens his tear-stained eyes to look back into your own.

”are you okay? did something happen?” you ask softly, continuing to caress the back of his head, tangling his golden locks with your fingers. “i’ve been worried about you, the others are too.” he lets out a sniffle but stays silent, so you continue, “i know you’re a selfless person and you love doing things for other people, especially me.” you smile and he returns a small smile back. it, however, falters into an embarrassed grimace when he recalls the conversation that started it all.

how silly it all feels in hindsight, Sanji wonders to himself, as you patiently await his reply, still hugging him closely as your soft breath fans his face. how easily this could all have been resolved if he’d simply talked to you about it once it all started to feel too much. 

the hand behind his head travels toward his cheek to cradle his face in the palm of your hand. you run your thumb gently over his cheekbone as he practically purrs and leans even closer into your loving touch. 

then, he speaks.

vi.

the cooling sea air circulates the space of your shared room as the Going Merry drifts slowly across the calm waters of the night.

Chopper had given Sanji the OK to rest in his usual bed after redressing his wounds in the evening. After leaving the infirmary, the chef made his way to the kitchen to check up on your progress with dinner. Since he was banned from cooking until his hand was fully recovered, you’d volunteered to take up all kitchen duties temporarily. Seeing how excited you were to now be the one providing for him and the others quelled any worries he had instantly.

”Now I get to make all your favourite food and drinks for you instead,” you’d said, crossing your arms and putting on a faux expression of haughtiness, as though you’d finally won some long-drawn out battle.

”I look forward to it, sweet thing.” was all it took to wipe the look off your face as you felt your entire body warm up at his tender voice.

Smiling at the memory from just a few hours ago, Sanji stood outside the kitchen, ready to enter when he heard two voices come from inside. Curious, he stayed put and listened.

”You need to think before you speak!” you yelled, your raised voice accompanied by the sound of a knife hitting the wooden cutting board in a sharp, rhythmic manner. “I know you were drunk but what even was the point of saying all that to him?”

”Listen, I already apologised, you don’t have to keep—”

”I’m just warning you: pull that shit again and I’ll throw all your booze into the ocean.”

”Alright! Damn! I won’t do it again, I swear—”

Sanji’s snapped out of his reverie when he feels you stir awake beside him. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes before blearily looking up at his face, your hand pressing against his bare chest to prop yourself up slightly from the mattress.

”Can’t sleep?” you ask, running your palm up and down his skin in a gentle manner.

”Mmm, just thinking about how you managed to get mosshead to say sorry to me at dinner,” he replied, wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer. “Still feels like a weird fever dream.”

“I’m just so good with words, y’know?” you chuckle as you pull your hand away from his chest to replace it with the side of your head. You don’t fail to notice how his heartbeat quickens. “Why else would the infamous Straw Hat Pirates take me on as their chronicler?”

”Of course,” Sanji hums before burying his face in your hair, “we accept nothing but the best after all.”

You laugh softly in response, ready to let the conversation meet its natural end in order for the two of you to drift off to sleep. Right before you shut your eyes, though, your lover speaks up once more.

”I’m so lucky to be loved by you.” his sudden confession knocks the wind from your lungs as your heart leaps within the tight confines of your chest.

”luck has nothing to do with it, sweet boy,” you reply, turning to your head slightly to press your lips to his chest. “i love you because you’re you—the kindest, strongest, most talented man i’ve ever met. you’ve ruined other people for me, not to mention the food they make. nothing compares to you.” 

Sanji silently thanks the night sky for the darkness enveloping your room as he feels his face practically catch fire. Though, he’s certain you can probably tell how flustered he is from the rapid beating of his heart anyway.

”You’ll still love me even if I can’t cook for you anymore?” he mutters, half-joking.

”i’ll still love you even if you refuse to cook for me for the rest if our lives,” you reply, kind of half-joking. “I’d probably be really sad, though, but i’ll still love you.” In response, you feel a chuckle rumble from his chest as his uninjured arm pulls you closer until you’ve basically melded into one.

”you know fully well the day i refuse to cook for you is the day i die.”

you hum in response, already drifting off to sleep with a contented smile on your face. Sanji presses one last kiss of the night to your forehead before dozing off himself. 

Frobin Valentine

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Sanji x F!Reader

Summary: Following a comment from Sanji, you and the other girls begin to wonder which one of you is Sanji’s favorite girl. Mentions of blood (nosebleeds), a bet and kinda toxic behaviors, teasing Sanji, angst!!!

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“Alright, ladies, here we are.” Sanji holds a tray of snacks and drinks in hand. He passes out the brightly colored drinks to each of you and turns to grab the snacks that he brought along. With a sweet smile, he offers you the plate, “For my favorite girl.” You stall for a moment in the grab, Sanji clearing his throat as he grabs the other plates. “For my other favorite.” He offers Nami the plate. “And for my other favorite.” Robin takes the plate from him as you look to each other in confusion.

The snacks and drinks were usual, even the cheesy nicknames, but this was the first time he referred to any of you as his ‘favorite’. As Sanji scurried away, your mind begins to wander. You glance to Nami and Robin who are indulging in their treats already.

You sit forwards in your sun lounger, “Who do you guys think is Sanji’s favorite?”

They both stall for a moment in thought.

“I vote Robin.” Nami shrug, sipping at her orange and pink drink.

You shake your head, “Nah, i think it’s you Nami.”

“It’s Y/N.” Robin declares.

Nami looks around for a moment, a bright smile pulling to her lips. “I bet it’s Robin.” She looks between you both with a mischievous smile.

“Nami.” You speak her name as a warning but that cheshire grin doesn’t falter. She quirks her brows up and glances between you and Robin. You let out a resigned sigh, “How on earth do you even plan to test it?”

“It’s Sanji.” She rolls her eyes. “I’m sure it won’t be all that hard to figure out.”

“Fine,” You laugh. “I bet it’s Nami.”

Robin raises a skeptical brow, “It’s definitely Y/N.”

Leaning forwards in her seat, Nami eyes Robin closely. “Believe it enough to bet on it?”

Robins mouth opens, she pauses, before a smile finally pulls to her lips. “Absolutely.”

And so the bet was settled.

Nami proposed a more subtle approach, knowing that Sanji would short circuit if the three of you confronted him about this. You are all special to him, you were almost certain he would blabber on about and blush.

As Zoro announces the approach of land, the mischievous grin reappears on Nami’s face. The group gathers and everyone begins to chatter in excitement to explore the island. As always, Nami planned to scope out any shops near by to help in completely filling every inch of her closet. With no responsibilities, you and Robin have no choice but joining her on such a quest.

“Sanji,” Nami grins at the man. “Will you join us?” With her unspoken role as the straw hat treasurer, she was well aware of how well stocked the kitchen was for the time being. Leaving the man free to explore as he pleased, or in this case, follow his crew mates ventures.

“Of course, Nami-swan.” He offers a big grin and the four of you are off.

Through countless stores and even more outfit try ons, Sanji follows close behind you all, holding bags and gushing compliments. An equal amount of compliments, Nami notes dejectedly.

The final store of the day was nearly empty, likely due to the hour of day and high price tags. This left the back area near the changing rooms near empty and Nami took the chance to spring into action.

Sanji was seated on one of the cushions before the two changing rooms doors, you and Robin at his sides, and various layers of dresses crowded in between. Nami is in one of the dressing rooms and asked for you all to give your opinions on a dress she wasn’t sure about. The door is soon thrown open and your jaw nearly drops.

Nami steps out in the dress that barely makes it past her butt, Sanji’s eyes blowing wide as she turns to the floor length mirror near by. “I’m not so sure about it.” She declares, offering a small twirl.

The man beside of you fidgets nervously with cheeks flushing a deep color. “You, uh, you look good.” He chokes out.

“You guys don’t think it’s too short?” Her arms lift up with the question, the fabric dragging up her thighs, proving that it was definitely far too short for the pirate life. But you know that she was already aware of such a thing.

Sanji raises a hand to his nose, trying to subtly wipe it against his black suit jacket, shoulders slumping.

Nami eyes him close through the mirror, before offering a simple shrug. “I don’t think i’ll get it.” She waltzes over to grab two different outfits. She offers one to you and one to Robin, before ushering the other women into the dressing room due to the… complicated straps involved on the dress.

You step into the other room to eye the short dress she had collected for you. Despite the competition sparking in the woman’s eyes, it was just your size and a color that would compliment your skin tone well. Stepping out of your clothes, you pull on the sleeved dress, adjusting the position of the cutout at the chest, before attempting to tug up the zipper. However, the awkward positioning of it, coupled with the snug fabric, it wasn’t working out.

“Nami?” You call out.

“Little busy.”

With a small sigh, you hold the front of the fabric to your skin and open the changing room door.

Sanji’s eyes immediately meet yours as you offer him a sheepish smile. “Uh, do you mind lending a hand?” He looks at you with wide eyes. “The, uh, zipper. I can’t reach.” You attempt to explain and he is soon scrambling to his feet.

“Of course, my dear.” He smiles.

You can practically hear the gulp as Sanji steps closer to you. He delicately takes the zipper between his fingers to drag it up your back, fingers brushing hair from its path and sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. He lets out a shaky breath that fans over your skin, “Done.” There’s that love sick tone to his voice that you were all very familiar with, but it was laced with something else that you couldn’t quite place.

The dressing room door suddenly flies open and Robin steps out in her new outfit. Sanji takes an abrupt step away as Nami follows her out to urge her in front of the mirror. When you turn, you notice the gush of blood he is wiping as he seems to look away from Robin.

Nami shoots you a smug look.

Your lips purse as Sanji excuses himself from the three of you, muttering something about needing a cigarette, and an uncomfortable heat seems to settle deep within your chest. A hand presses into your sternum as you stare back at yourself in the mirror. At the sight of your frown, Nami waltzes over, looking at your reflection over your shoulder.

“The colors pretty on you, but I don’t think I like it either.” She simply shrugs.

After changing back into your own clothes, the three of you drift out of the store without making a single purchase, much to the shopkeepers dismay. There, you find Sanji leaning against the wall and puffing what you assume is his third cigarette since leaving you. He offers a sweet smile, collecting the bags from off the ground, and waving off any offers of help.

The walk back to the sunny goes by quick and you’re met with Luffy’s beaming smile as he fills the cook in on a local restaurant that he heard about. Sanji relents and Luffy is nearly vibrating in excitement at the prospect of food.

But Zoro snorts his protest, “Saw that place on the way back to the Sunny. It’s all high brow, suit and tie.” His nose wrinkles at the idea.

“That restaurant is on the other side of the island.” Chopper tips his head in confusion as he remembers the map he had found of the island. Zoro simply waves the comment off.

“Who cares! I heard they have this special squid dish that sounds really yummy.” Luffy practically salivates at the idea.

“They probably have some fancy booze.” Nami points out and the green haired man relents. “Plus, it gives us a chance to wear out our nice outfits that we can’t wear out at seas.” She beams at the idea of getting dressed up opposed to the usual itinerary of battle. Then, a mischievous grin pulls to her lips, “Sanji, you should wear that green button up you have.”

“Oh, uh,” He gapes, cigarette nearly falling from his mouth in shock.

“Or the purple, but I may be biased.” Robin simply shrugs.

You grin, playing into the mischief. “I think you look good in blue.” You state, ignoring the implications as you further the compliment. “It brings out your eyes.”

“Yeah, true. Blue is his color.” Nami’s head tips to the side in thought, her love for fashion outweighing everything else.

Sanji flushes a bright red as he inhales a deep puff of smoke. “Right, uh, i’ll do that.” He mutters to himself, unable to meet your eye. The reaction makes your heart flutter- face nearly going pale at that realization.

“We, uh, we should go get ready.” You clear your throat in effort to stamp down anything trying to rise up inside of you. Nami seems none the wiser, but Robins eyes linger on you a beat too long as you all head to the girls quarters.

The next bit is a flurry of fabric and products as you all enthusiastically get ready for the fancy meal. Shoes were the next big speculation. It was never certain if this would become a dine and dash situation, or if a fight would break out for what ever reason. That was the uncertainty of the straw hats.

You all finally emerged to the rather impatient group of men, some dressed far nicer than others. Regardless, the group followed whatever ridiculous dress code and would be granted the way in.

Eyes fall to Sanji and a heat fills your being at the light blue button up he adorned, the silk fabric perfectly complementing his eyes, just as you had said. He offers a bright smile and the usual spiel of compliments for the three of you.

“Doesn’t the new dress look really good on Robin, Sanji?” Nami prompts, batting her lashes at him. The man simply smiles and echoes the compliment.

As the push and pull goes on, all the way to the restaurant, your shoulders sag a little bit more. A strange nausea settles in your stomach despite how hungry you had been moments ago. As Nami peers back at you with her teasing grin, you can only force a smile.

The group is met with a rather exasperated waiter as Luffy continues to be his rowdy self despite the places atmosphere. Menus are offered and drinks delivered. Yet you can’t even bring yourself to focus on the matter as Nami and Robin continue their challenging chatter.

“Hey,” Sanji’s voice is soft from your side. “You okay?” His warm gaze settles on you and that feeling in your stomach becomes overwhelming. The tips of your ears heat up and you have to force your eyes back to the menu.

“Yeah, i’m all good.” You mutter, drawing in a shaky breath. “Just, uh, can’t decide.”

Sanji hums in thought for a moment, before tipping his menu toward you to point something out. “You should get this, sounds like something you would like.” The sweet sincerity. The simple act of knowing. It makes your heart flutter and you realize you could easily get lost in the blue of his eyes. And suddenly you really do want to throw up.

Because how long has he made you feel like this?

“Yeah.” Your voice cracks. “I’ll do that.”

The meal is delightful, but you can’t bring yourself to swallow more than a few bites. Sanji asks quiet questions throughout the night to ensure you were okay and undoubtedly adding mental notes to what ever list he kept up there. At the meals end, when Luffy has consumed all of his food and your left overs, the crew head back to the Sunny with smiles on their face.

But your shoulders are tense.

Upon your arrival, you call Nami and Robin into your shared room to demand the bet be stopped. To not push any further. It was all none of your business, truly, and you didn’t want the man who regarded you all so highly to somehow get hurt.

“We need to call it off.”

Nami’s laugh is breezy, “Why would we do that?”

“I don’t know, I just kind of feel bad about it all.” You awkwardly rub the back of your neck, silently pleading the women to give in without digging too deep. “Feel like we’re just messing with his emotions.”

“But we aren’t. It’s not like we’re messing with his head, i just want him to finally admit Robins his favorite.” Nami frowns at the implication that you all were hurting him in any way.

“Perhaps she’s right.” Robin settles on her bed in deep thought.

“Come on, it’s Sanji.” Nami attempts to wave it off. “He flirts with women, especially us, all the time. He can handle just a little bit of push back.” She looks between you both. “At least until we know who wins.”

“Let’s just say you win.” You sigh. “You’re right, Robins the favorite.”

“But we don’t know that for sure.” Nami huffs out. “If you both want to end this so bad, fine, but I think we should just ask him. I want an answer.”

“Let’s just leave it.”

“Robin, you agree right? I think we’re entitled to knowing.” Nami turns to focus on the raven haired woman. Her head tips to the side in thought, as if weighing out the options, and Nami takes that as a sign of silent agreement. “Then it’s settled. Let’s go ask.” And with that, she is off.

“Nami!” You call after her in protest.

Robin lets out a deep sigh as the two of you follow after her. She ends up in the kitchen, where Sanji is leaning over his log book for the kitchen supplies. He looks up, surprise evident on his face, as Nami leans directly on the counter in front of him.

“Sanji,” She begins and you groan at the gnawing feeling in your stomach. “We’ve been trying to figure it out all day but we can’t. So who is your favorite? Me, y/n, or Robin?”

Sanji watches her for a long moment, drawing in a deep breath of smoke, and slowly blowing it out away from Nami’s face. “You’ve been trying to figure out all day?” He glances over Nami’s shoulder at Robin. His eyes then lock on you, his face reads of betrayal and hurt, his lips turning down in a frown that he covers up with a cigarette. “So you’ve all just been messing with me today?” He nods slowly, as if playing back the whole day in his mind.

You step forward to speak your protest, “Sanji-“

“No. No it’s okay.” He waves a hand at you with a forced smile. “I love you ladies equally, I don’t have a favorite.” With that, he excuses himself from his own kitchen, leaving you all standing in defeat.

“We took it too far, didn’t we?” Nami frowns.

“That we did.” Robin confirms.

Her shoulders sag and she worries a hand through her hair. “I’m sorry, I should have listened.” She huffs out with guilt weighing heavy. “We’re terrible people.”

But it falls on deaf ears as you waltz out the door and after the man.

It takes a moment to find him. You have to search nearly the entire ship before finally spotting him sitting among some cargo crates, knees to his chest, eyes turned up to the night sky. Watching him for a moment, your heart completely shatters as a shaky hand plucks the cigarette from his mouth.

“Sanji.” You hesitate stepping forwards. His head snaps over and he forces a smile that looks closer to a grimace. With a deep sigh, you move to sit beside of him. “You can tell me to go away if you want, but I just wanted to apologize.” He remains silent. “We made this stupid bet and, ugh, i don’t know. We got wrapped up in trying to prove our own points that we didn’t stop to think about how stupid we were being!”

“You’re not stupid.” He simply states.

But you shake your head, “Yes. Yes I am.”

His head finally tilts to look at you and you note the tears forming at the corner of his eyes. “You’re not stupid-“

“Sanji, i’m an idiot.” You interrupt, voice breathy as you look into pretty blue eyes. “Because I hurt an amazing guy like you. You’re so good to all of us and we just, ugh.” Scoffing at yourself, you notice the ghost of a smile in his expression. “I’m sorry, Sanji. I just, I need you to know that. I’ll leave you alone now but-“

“Can I be honest?” Sanji prompts, hands twisting together. You give a small nod as you prepare yourself for a blow that Sanji would likely never even offer. “You’re my favorite.” His voice is small, nervous, and he can’t even meet your eye.

“What?” The question is all you can force out.

“I, uh, said you’re my favorite girl. Favorite person ever, really.” He shakes his head, stamping out the butt of the cigarette on one of the crates beside him. “Always have been.”

“Oh.” You swallow hard as all the emotions that have been festering inside of you, the ones you have tried to shove down deep, rise right back up to the surface. Heat fills your cheeks and you’re suddenly trying to scrape together a rational thought. “Uh, can I be honest?”

Sanji nods with a tense smile, preparing for his own blow of rejection.

“I, uh, never really paid attention to it until now,” Your head tips to the side as you attempt to meet his eye. “You’re my favorite guy. Favorite person to be around, like, ever.”

“Ma cherie, my dear, my love, please.” His voice is weak and his head drops. “Don’t mess with me like that I can’t take it.” Hair blankets over both eyes now.

“Sanji,” You lean in hesitantly, hand finding his chin while the other brushes his bangs from his face. “I’m not messing with you. I’ll never do something like that again, I-“ Words catch in your throat but his expression pleads for more. So you take in a deep breath, preparing to speak words unspoken, the very thing that you have been trying to suppress. “I like you, Sanji, a lot.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.” You let out a breathy laugh as his pretty blue eyes light up and a smile breaks out across his face. The heat is evident against your palms as a blush covers his cheeks.

His eyes flicker away for a brief moment, “Can I- Can I kiss you?” Your gaze softens at the bashful expression on his face and you offer a firm nod. Sanji scoots closer, bringing you into his embrace, and gazing at you with a love sick expression.

And while you have seen that look before, it held a new weight.

His lips hesitantly brush over yours, as if still expecting the rejection. When you don’t pull away, he pushes forwards, lips pressing firmly against your own. Your hands move from his cheeks to wrap around his neck and pull him in more closely.

Sanji smiles against your lips at the action.

Lost in the embrace, neither of you seem to notice as Nami and Robin approach, fully ready to apologize. Instead, Nami’s jaw drops and Robin hides a laugh behind her hand.

“I can’t believe I lost!” Nami pouts.

Robin laughs to herself as the two turn to walk away, a silent agreement that they could come back to apologize when Sanji was a little more… available. “Did you really think I would take a losing bet?”

a name that strikes fear into all, General Lilia

Time: 10:33

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i finished it yayyy, hope the quality comes out good and this doesnt become a post where it sits at 0 notes!!

also special thanks to @nem0-nee for that clothes shading tutorial, saved me searching up thousands of tutorials on it!

*Gently holds*

Hi, could you do like some fluffy headcanons with Crocodile. Like with a daughter!reader, he found her and raised her. She's been by his side throughout Baroque Works, jails separates them for a while, but then she makes her way back to him as the Cross Guild is former.

Just, fluffy crocodad headcannons with a daughter!reader. She could work alongside him to, like a secretary. Reader is just happy to be by their dad again^^

father figure

SFW

characters: sir crocodile x daughter!reader summary: crocodile takes in an orphaned child not expecting to grow fondly of her CW: just fluff, lowercase intended, not proofread

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crocodile had always been known as a figure of unyielding stoicism and calculated ruthlessness. as the leader of Baroque Works, this was the kind of man his associates and his enemies knew him to be. his lack of affection made dealing with his job much easier as it left no weak points. something he never planned on changing but, fate had a peculiar way of challenging those with the coldest hearts.

it all started when he stumbled upon a small, orphaned child during one of his operations. his sharp eyes started down your dirty and frail figure with initial disgust. your wide eyes, frightened with terror as you clutched the bread you had stolen from his crew.

"who are you?" his voice was gruff, but there was a hint of curiosity.

you looked up, the piece of bread tightly held against you. "i'm just trying to survive," you replied, your voice surprisingly steady despite the fear in your eyes.

crocodile studied you for a moment, something in your gaze stirred a long-buried part of him and for reasons he couldn't quite fathom. leading him to make a decision that surprised even himself. "come with me," he said, turning on his heel.

he wasn't sure why he took you in, but when asked, he justified it as "practical"—you needed protection, and he had the means to provide it. and for a while, his interactions with you matched his words. he was distant and formal, more akin to a business transaction than a familial bond. providing you with your basic needs, leaving the rest up to his crew.

you, however, was undeterred by his cold demeanor. you approached him with the fearless curiosity only a child could muster. you followed him around, your small hand often tugging at his coat, asking endless questions about everything you saw. you drew pictures, and even attempted to braid his hair one evening. despite himself, crocodile found his heart softening. he started to look forward to your chatter, you innocent laughter, and the way you clung to him whenever you were scared.

but as days turned into weeks and weeks into months, something began to change. he found himself spending more time with you, teaching you about the world in his own gruff manner. he showed you how to read maps, how to defend herself, and even how to play chess. 

while he was going through his newest findings on the poneglyph's, you approached him with one of your textbooks. "dad, can you help me with this reading?" you asked, your voice filled with anticipation. crocodile's heart skipped a beat at the word "dad." he didn't have it in him to correct you, and though he would never admit it, he cherished the title. he set aside his papers and spent the evening helping you with your book, his rough exterior melting away in your presence.

from then on he became your dad. a change his associates noticed almost immediately. exchanging knowing glances with each other whenever they saw him gently fixing your hair or reading you a bedtime story. Over time, they grew fondly of you, often bringing you small gifts or teaching you tricks of their trade. the once cold and fearsome headquarters of Baroque Works became a place of warmth and laughter whenever you were around.

after his defeat in Alabasta, crocodile was arrested. the charges against him were numerous, and the trial was swift. giving him no time to say goodbye or send you to a proper caretaker. a thought that consumed his thoughts daily as he sat in his cell. despite the harsh conditions of his confinement, crocodile's primary concern was always you. 

countless sleepless nights were spent wondering. wondering if you were being taken care of properly. wondering if you were happy and eating well. wondering if you missed him as much as he missed you. the uncertainty gnawed at him, making his imprisonment even more unbearable. but he held onto the hope of seeing his daughter again, the thought of your smile was his only solace.

once he was released, crocodile wasted no time, moving with the singular purpose of reuniting with you again. his heart pounding with fear and anticipation as he and his associates, who had also been released, searched for you. they scoured the streets of the last island they were on, asking everyone they met if they had seen a little girl with bright eyes and a fearless spirit. after days of searching, they found you. you were staying with one of crocodile's old associates, a retired assassin, who had taken you in and cared for you as best as she could.

when crocodile saw you, his heart swelled with relief and joy. his anxiety and worries vanish after confirming his daughter was safe during his absences. you immediately ran into his arms, your face lighting up as tears streamed down your face. "dad!" you cried, throwing your arms around him.

crocodile hugged you tightly, his usual stoic mask slipping away. "i'm here, princess. i'm here," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. he then lifts you up carrying you in his arms as he turns to look at his associate, gratitude shining in his eyes. "thank you for taking care of my daughter."

the associate nodded, a small smile on her lips. this was the first time her boss thanked her. "she’s a special girl."

crocodile nodded in agreement, his heart full. you had become his world, and he would do anything to keep his world safe. which meant getting locked up like that wasn't an option, but that was for later. making a mental note to call mihawk later, but right now he had some catching up to do.

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thank you so much for the request!!

i thought of a few ways to go about it, but this one just felt right, although it isn't really an hc.

and i loved the idea of the reader working with their crocodile, but i see crocodile as the kind of dad who would much rather preserve their innocence, by keeping them away from the dangers of his job as best as he could.

in the end, i hope i did your idea some justice and you (and everyone else) enjoyed !!

BFs and their supportive GF