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"Sanji serves dessert to a mouse couple that just got engaged" do you want me to CRY????
Sir🦋
So perfect
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“I’ll dice em up-de gozaru!”
i love naruto hes so pure but he is not on luffys level
zoro, when the path ends with a wall: i can cut a door? luffy, knowing it would create more chaos: ok, do it!
how finding this profile got me feeling
why can't luffy be a real person bro
Uuugh i love this tropeeee
Love at First Battle
| summary : You never believed in love at first sight. You thought it was just a silly fantasy, the kind of thing hopeless romantics clung to. But then you met him—mid-battle…
Warnings : Mid-Violence, Swearing,Near-Death,Cornyyyy, The slowest “fight” ever because someone got distracted by feelings,Sanji being Sanji
The chaos of battle surrounded you. Swords clashed, gunfire rang through the salty air, and the shouts of fighting pirates filled your ears. Your captain had decided today was the day to attack the Straw Hats—an impulsive, reckless decision that left you questioning his leadership. But questioning orders wasn’t an option.
You had a role to play in this fight.
And that role currently had you standing face-to-face with a blonde man in a black suit, his cigarette hanging lazily from his lips as he blocked the path ahead. He had an easy smirk, but his stance was solid, his presence radiating confidence. He wasn’t taking you lightly.
Sanji
You knew of him, of course. The Straw Hats’ cook, the one who could destroy opponents with his legs alone. And damn, now that you were seeing him up close, you realized the rumors hadn’t done him justice.
But you didn’t have time to admire him. You had a fight to win.
Your grip on your weapon tightened, and you lunged.
And then he looked at you.
Blue eyes locked onto yours, piercing straight through you like a damn sword. There was no warning, no slow build-up—it hit you like a cannonball to the chest. Your heart stuttered, your breath caught, and your entire body froze mid-strike.
What the hell?
Your mind screamed at you to move, to swing, to do something, but all you could do was stare. It was like time itself had stopped. The battle around you faded, distant and unimportant. All that existed in that moment was him.
And oh, you were fucked.
Because it wasn’t just attraction. No, this was something deeper, something terrifyingly immediate. It was like your soul had just recognized something it had been searching for all along.
Sanji’s brows furrowed slightly at your hesitation. “Huh?”
You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t do anything.
Which was a problem—because the next thing you knew, a glint of silver caught your eye.
Zoro’s sword, swinging straight for your head.
You barely had time to react before a blur of black and blonde crashed into you, knocking you off balance and sending you tumbling to the ground. The impact left you breathless, but at least you weren’t dead.
“What the hell, Marimo?!” Sanji’s voice rang out above you, furious.
“She’s an enemy,” Zoro shot back, his sword still raised.
“She’s a lady! You absolute caveman!” Sanji’s weight shifted off you as he scrambled to his feet, standing between you and Zoro like a protective barrier. “You don’t just go swinging at a beautiful woman like that!”
You barely registered the words, still trying to process what had just happened. You had stopped attacking him. He had saved you. And now he was defending you?
Your face burned.
Zoro scoffed. “She was about to attack you.”
“Do you really think I’d let that happen?” Sanji exhaled, shaking his head like he was disgusted. “You wound me, Zoro. You really do.”
Meanwhile, you were still on the ground, staring up at them like an idiot. Your crew was fighting, your captain was barking orders, and you were sitting here having a crisis over some blonde man with a cigarette and a stupidly charming smile.
Sanji turned back to you, his expression softening. “Are you alright, mademoiselle?” He offered you a hand, his voice dripping with concern.
You hesitated. You shouldn’t take it. You were supposed to be enemies. This was supposed to be a fight.
But… god, you couldn’t help it.
Your fingers slipped into his, and he pulled you to your feet with effortless grace. The warmth of his skin sent electricity up your arm, and suddenly, you were hyper-aware of everything—his touch, his scent, the way he was way too close.
You had never felt so stupid in your life.
“I—uh—” Words? What were those again?
“I…I should-…have to go”
Sanji blinked, seemingly surprised. “You’re leaving?”
Yeah. Because if you stayed any longer, you were going to die of embarrassment.
You took a step back, heart hammering in your chest. This was ridiculous. You couldn’t just fall for someone in the middle of a battle. That wasn’t how this worked!
But as you turned to retreat, you couldn’t resist one last glance.
Sanji was still watching you, his expression unreadable. And maybe—just maybe—there was something in his eyes too. Something dangerous. Something too real.
You swallowed hard.
Yeah. You were definitely fucked.
Happy birthday to the biggest Zoro enthusiast I know, @calysto1395 !
usopp praying for zoro after luffy grabs him 🤣
POV: you're a bug
"you've already left kudos here. :)" ok and I'll leave some more. You got a problem? Because in my opinion, this work is so good and the author totally deserves it
Sanji wearing a bunch of rings but always leaving his ring finger empty does something to my brain
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He's such a prince
One of my favorite thriller bark moments was when sanji got injured and his thought process was like "I can't let nami's white dress get dirty" while he literally had a fucking KNIFE stabbed on his back with his blood dripping on the floor like sanji is such a silly and romantic person
I like how he puts cigarette down, cute
Iñakiiiii😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🤏🩷
THE STRAW HATS ARE FINALLY COMING HOME Y'ALL
wait. oh god.
Hes so precious
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My Goal
Summary: Sanji's goal after finding the All Blue was you. Who knew you were harder than his main goal.
Song: House Of Balloons / Glass Table Girls by The Weeknd
Author’s note: Please like, reblog and share this! 🫶
In the sweltering kitchen of the Thousand Sunny, Sanji's eyes never failed to wander from the sizzling pans to the sultry sway of your hips as you navigated the cramped quarters with a grace that seemed to mock the chaos of a pirate ship.
His flirtations were as relentless as the sea, each one a tiny wave that crashed against the shore of your indifference. The first time he'd tried, you'd been chopping vegetables, your eyes focused solely on the task at hand.
He sailed in with a compliment, smoother than the whiskey he'd once pilfered from a Marines' ship.
"Your knife skills are sharper than my wit," he'd quipped, a rakish smile playing on his lips.
You, however, remained unfazed, not even bothering to look up from your cutting board. "And your wit is as dull as a marlin's," you replied, the blade of your knife glinting in the dim light as you sliced through a particularly tough piece of meat.
Sanji's smile had faltered, but only for a moment.
The second rejection came as you were both navigating the treacherous waters of a storm. Sanji had grabbed the ropes with a dramatic flair, muscles bulging beneath his wet shirt, and shouted to the heavens about his love for the sea and all its mysteries.
He'd glanced at you, expecting some form of admiration, perhaps even a blush to color your cheeks.
Instead, you'd rolled your eyes, your water manipulation devil fruit keeping you as dry as a bone, and said, "If you're going to be so dramatic, maybe you should join a theater troupe instead of a pirate crew."
He'd stumbled over his words, the rain beating a hasty retreat from his flustered face. Yet, his determination was as unyielding as the storm itself.
The third attempt was during a rare moment of respite on a tranquil island. As you lay on the beach, soaking in the sun, Sanji approached with a coconut drink, the straw adorned with a tiny paper parasol.
"For the most enchanting mermaid I've ever laid eyes on," he'd purred, leaning over you with a hopeful gaze.
With a sigh, you'd taken the drink, sipped it slowly, and said, "Thanks, but I prefer my beverages without a side of desperation."
His cheeks had reddened, but he hadn't moved, his hand hovering awkwardly in the air where the coconut had been.
The fourth rejection came as you both scaled the rigging to unfurl the sails. Sanji had tried to be suave, calling you "my lady of the sea," his voice carrying over the wind. You'd laughed, the sound as cool as the ocean breeze that whipped through your hair.
"Save it for someone who's actually impressed by your cheesy lines," you said, reaching for the rope with a deftness that belied your strength.
Each rejection was met with a different reaction from Sanji. Sometimes, he'd feign indifference, other times he'd laugh it off, and once he'd even pouted like a scolded child.
But the fifth time… ah, the fifth time was different.
It was as if the stars had aligned, the sea had whispered a secret into your ear, and you found yourself in a peculiar mood.
The sun had set, casting a warm glow on the ship's wooden deck. You'd been lost in thought, the gentle rocking of the waves lulling you into a sense of peace.
Sanji had approached you, his usual flirtatious grin replaced by a tentative smile.
"I know I've said this before," he began, his voice low and earnest, "but you truly are the most captivating person I've ever met."
For a moment, something in your chest fluttered like a trapped bird, and your eyes met his with a softness that surprised you both. The air between you thickened, charged with a tension that hadn't been there before.
And then, with a smirk that held a hint of mischief, you leaned in close and whispered, "Alright, you win this round, Prince."
And so, it was in that moment of unexpected surrender that Sanji's heart skipped a beat, his eyes widening with a mix of disbelief and excitement.
His hand, which had been resting casually on the railing, reached for yours, his fingertips brushing against your skin with the gentleness of a butterfly's wings.
The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, a sensation that was as foreign to you as the concept of mercy in a pirate's world.
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your cheek as he whispered, "I promise to make you feel like the most cherished treasure in all the Grand Line."
His words, though spoken softly, carried the weight of a thousand unsaid confessions and the promise of a passion that had been burning for eons.
You felt your resolve crumble like the sand beneath the relentless waves of his charm, and with a smoldering gaze, you allowed him to pull you into an embrace that was as fiery as the sunsets you'd seen together.
As your bodies melded together, the ship's timbers seemed to groan in approval, the very air around you crackling with the electricity of your newfound connection.
Sanji's hands roamed your curves with a reverence that spoke of his longing, each caress leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
Your heart raced in your chest, pounding in time with the rhythm of the waves, and you found yourself responding to his advances with a fervor that shocked even you.
Your lips met in a kiss that was as deep and vast as the ocean itself, a silent declaration of the tumultuous emotions that had been brewing beneath the surface for so long.
The saltwater of the sea kissed your skin as the two of you tumbled onto the deck, the planks groaning beneath your weight as you gave in to the tempest of desire that had been building for what felt like an eternity.
Sanji's mouth traveled from your lips to the sensitive spot just below your ear, his teeth grazing the soft flesh there as he nipped and sucked, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.
Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, your hands tangling in his hair as you sought to deepen the kiss.
The taste of him was like nothing you had ever experienced, a heady blend of sweat, sea salt, and a hint of the spices that were his culinary trademark.
Your bodies moved in a dance as ancient as the tides, each touch and caress a silent promise of what was to come. Sanji's hands slipped beneath your shirt, his calloused thumbs tracing the delicate line of your collarbone, sending shivers through your body.
Your own hands roamed his broad chest, feeling the heat of his skin and the steady thump of his heart, a drumbeat to the symphony of your growing need.
The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the tempest of passion that had been brewing for so long. The gentle rocking of the Thousand Sunny became the rhythm to which your bodies swayed, a metronome to the crescendo of your desire.
Sanji's kisses grew more insistent, his teeth grazing your bottom lip as he pulled away to gaze into your eyes, the hunger in his gaze mirroring the ache in your core.
With a groan that was as primal as the sea, he lifted you into his arms and carried you below deck, the urgency in his movements belying the tenderness of his touch.
The door to your cabin slammed shut, the sound echoing through the corridor, leaving no doubt as to the intention of the pirate chef. He laid you down on your bed, the soft mattress enveloping you like a gentle embrace from Neptune himself.
The scent of the ocean and the faint hint of his cologne filled the small space, mingling with the heady aroma of your own desire.
Sanji's kisses grew more demanding as he traced a path down your neck, his teeth and tongue leaving a trail of fire that ignited every nerve ending.
His hands, once so gentle, grew bolder, exploring the curves of your body with a hunger that seemed insatiable. You felt your own hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel the warmth of his skin against yours.
As the fabric fell away, you gasped at the sight of his sculpted chest, the muscles rippling like the waves you both knew so well.
Your fingers danced over his abs, tracing the lines of his taut muscles as if mapping the treacherous waters of the Grand Line. He groaned, the sound vibrating through you, sending a wave of need crashing through your body.
His hands found their way to the ties of your pants, deftly untying the knots with the same skill he used to navigate the ship. As the fabric fell away, you were laid bare before him, vulnerable as a shipwrecked sailor adrift in a sea of passion.
His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you, his goal, his prize, finally within his grasp. He kissed you again, his tongue delving deep, mimicking the rhythm of the tides that pulled at the ship.
His hands moved with purpose, untying the strings of your bikini top, freeing your breasts to the coolness of the night air.
He took a moment to appreciate the sight, his eyes devouring you like a starving man before his mouth followed, his kisses a sweet agony that had you arching into him. . . . .
when ur friend gets a shitty new haircut and ur afraid to say anything
rewatching impel down got me feeling TRANSGENDER and sad. but more importantly TRANSGENDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ao3 is crazy because you'll read the most gut-wrenching 200k word slowburn that leaves you sobbing into your sweater at four in the morning and the author will be applejacksmonstercock
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