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Heyyy so its my first ever doing a request lol I really enjoy your writing. Could you do a sanji x reader where the reader it’s insecure about her self imagine, constantly compares herself with other girls and stuff like that, and sanji reassure her? 🥹 I don’t know, they could be just crew mates or potencial lovers, you decide. I really enjoy some fluff. It’s ok if you don’t want to. Anyways thanks, keep up with your writing <3 your blog is fun :)
As If He Wasn’t Looking at You
Sanji x Reader
You learned early how to stand slightly to the side.
Not enough to disappear—just enough to let someone else shine first.
Nami laughed, sunlight catching in her hair. Robin listened with that calm, unreadable smile. Even the passing girls at port islands had something effortless about them—confidence worn like perfume.
And then there was you.
You tugged at your sleeve, adjusted your posture, wondered if standing straighter would make you feel different. It never did.
“Hey,” Sanji said gently, nudging your knee with his own. “You’ve been quiet all morning.”
You blinked, pulled from your spiral. “Have I?”
“Mmhmm.” He handed you a mug of tea—perfect temperature, just how you liked it. He always remembered. “That’s usually my job.”
You smiled, small and reflexive. Safe. Sanji was safe. He always was.
“I’m fine,” you said, because it was easier than explaining the thousand tiny thoughts telling you that you took up too much space, or not enough, depending on the day.
Sanji didn’t push. He never did. Instead, he leaned back against the rail beside you, cigarette unlit between his fingers.
“You know,” he said casually, “I saw you comparing yourself again.”
Your stomach dropped.
“I—what?”
He didn’t look at you right away. “You do it when you think no one’s paying attention. Eyes flicker. Shoulders tense. You shrink.”
You laughed weakly. “That’s ridiculous.”
“Is it?” He finally turned, blue eyes soft—not teasing, not dramatic. Just honest. “You were watching that girl on the dock earlier. The one with the ribbons.”
Heat crawled up your neck. “She was just… pretty.”
Sanji hummed. “She was.”
You braced yourself. The comparison, the agreement that always felt like confirmation.
But it never came.
“And so are you.”
You scoffed before you could stop yourself. “Sanji—”
“No.” His voice sharpened just enough to make you pause. “Let me finish.”
He set his mug down, cigarette forgotten. “You look at other women like they’re paintings in a gallery. Like perfection is something you’re allowed to admire but never be.”
Your throat tightened.
“And I look at you,” he continued, quieter now, “like the place I come back to when the world’s too loud.”
Silence stretched between you, fragile as glass.
“You don’t see it,” he said, almost sadly. “The way you listen. The way you care without making a show of it. The way you laugh when you forget to hold yourself back.”
You stared at the deck. If you looked at him, you might cry—and that would be worse.
“I’m not like them,” you whispered.
“I know,” Sanji said immediately. “Thank god.”
That made you laugh, breath hitching.
“You’re you,” he said. “And that’s not a consolation prize.”
Your chest ached in a way that felt dangerously close to hope.
“You don’t have to say this,” you murmured. “You’re my friend. You don’t owe me reassurance.”
Sanji smiled then—but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“I know,” he said. “I just… want you to hear it anyway.”
Because I love you, he didn’t say.
Because every time you doubt yourself, it feels like watching someone insult the most important person in his world.
You nudged his shoulder, trying to lighten the moment. “You’re terrible, you know that?”
“Devastatingly charming,” he corrected.
You smiled—real this time.
And for just a moment, you let yourself believe him.
Neither of you said the thing sitting heavy between you.
Best friends. Safe. Unspoken.
Sanji lit his cigarette again, exhaling smoke toward the sea, heart painfully full.
hey! Idk if u write for women but if you do could you write a one shot about Robin with a dumb reader I like the idea of opposites attract. Thanks
Opposites in Bloom
Nico Robin x Reader
You were, by all accounts, not the brightest person on the Thousand Sunny.
This was not an insult. This was simply… fact.
You once tried to butter toast with the handle of the knife. You asked if fish got thirsty. You genuinely believed clouds were just very lost islands. And yet—despite all this—no one on the crew treated you like dead weight.
Well.
Zoro did, but Zoro treated everyone like dead weight.
It was a warm afternoon, the Sunny rocking lazily as the crew went about their routines. Luffy and Usopp were arguing loudly about whether you could punch a Sea King unconscious if you believed in yourself hard enough. Chopper was nearby, nodding seriously like this was a valid scientific discussion.
Sanji hovered around the galley, occasionally glancing your way with hearts in his eyes before Robin gently asked him to please stop burning the soup. Nami was counting berries, Franky was working on something that was definitely going to explode later, Brook hummed softly, and Zoro was napping with one eye half-open.
And you?
You were sitting beside Robin.
Very close beside Robin.
She was reading, as always—calm, elegant, legs crossed, a book balanced effortlessly in her hands. You leaned in, peering at the pages like they might bite you.
“…So,” you whispered, pointing at a line of text. “Are they kissing or fighting?”
Robin turned a page with infuriating grace. “They are negotiating an alliance.”
“Oh.” You nodded, then frowned. “Is that like kissing but with politics?”
Her lips twitched.
She closed the book gently and looked at you, dark eyes soft rather than amused. “Would you like me to explain?”
You brightened immediately. “Yes please. With pictures if possible.”
Robin laughed. Not a polite little chuckle. A real, warm laugh that caught the attention of half the ship.
Sanji froze mid-step, staring in betrayal. “She laughs like that for you?”
Robin ignored him and began explaining alliances in the simplest possible terms, using hand gestures and analogies involving snacks. You listened with rapt attention, nodding seriously.
“So basically,” you said slowly, “they don’t hate each other enough to fight, but not enough to kiss.”
“An oversimplification,” Robin said fondly, “but… yes.”
You grinned, proud of yourself.
Later, when you inevitably tripped over absolutely nothing and nearly went overboard, Robin’s arms sprouted around you in an instant, steadying you before anyone else could even react.
You clung to her sleeve. “Sorry. Gravity hates me.”
Robin smiled. “Gravity is merely enthusiastic.”
Usopp stared. “She makes everything sound smart.”
That evening, as the sun dipped low and the deck glowed gold, you sat with your head resting against Robin’s shoulder. You were quiet—rare, but it happened sometimes when you were tired.
“You know,” you said suddenly, voice thoughtful, “I’m not very clever.”
Robin hummed in acknowledgment.
“But you are,” you continued. “Like… scary clever. Library clever. Ancient secrets clever.”
“Yes,” she agreed.
You squinted up at her. “So why do you like me?”
Robin closed her book and looked down at you fully now, her expression gentle and sincere.
“Because,” she said, “you are kind without trying. Curious without arrogance. You ask questions others are too afraid to ask, and you listen without judgment. Intelligence takes many forms.”
You stared at her, brain clearly buffering.
“…So I’m smart in a sneaky way?”
Robin smiled, brushing your hair back tenderly. “In a beautiful way.”
From across the deck, Nami smiled knowingly. Sanji wept softly. Luffy decided this meant dinner was soon. Zoro snorted in his sleep. Franky whispered something about romance being super. Brook played a soft tune.
And you?
You beamed, leaned in, and kissed Robin’s cheek—slightly off-target, landing near her jaw.
She laughed again and pressed a kiss to your temple in return.
Opposites, after all, had a way of fitting together perfectly.
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anyway with that aside can i please get part 4 of daycare dawn and it's pretty much the same premise as pt 3 (aged down!reader is scared of everyone, asks permission for everything, flinches) BUT she has an older brother that also is on the crew and hes the only one that they'll properly talk to so he kinda has to guide (???) the others on what to do or not to do
OH OH and can she be absolutely TERRIFIED of sanji bc he smokes and their mom would smoke all the time
BTW I live 4 ur writing ❤
Daycare Dawn (Alternate) Part 3
It happened at dawn.
The sky was barely pink, the Sunny quiet in that rare, holy way where even Luffy hadn’t fully woken up yet.
You were half-asleep, leaning against the rail with your older brother beside you—arms crossed, eyes scanning the horizon out of habit. He always did that. Always checked first. Always stood just a little in front of you.
The light came without warning.
That same wrong, buzzing crackle in the air.
“DOWN—!” your brother shouted, shoving you back—
FLASH.
The Devil Fruit user didn’t even get to laugh this time. Luffy sent him screaming into the clouds before the echo faded.
But when the crew turned back—
Your brother froze.
“…No.”
There you were.
Small. So small.
Bare feet on the deck. Your shirt slipping off one shoulder. Arms tucked tight to your chest like you were trying to fold yourself smaller than you already were.
You looked up at them with wide, glassy eyes.
And then you looked at him.
Your brother dropped to his knees instantly.
“Hey,” he said softly, hands up, voice steady even though his throat was clearly tight. “Hey, hey—it’s okay. It’s me.”
You stared at him.
Your lip trembled.
“…Bubba?” you whispered.
The sound shattered something in the air.
Your brother didn’t answer with words. He just opened his arms.
You ran.
You slammed into his chest so hard it knocked the breath out of him, fists clutching the back of his shirt like you were afraid he’d disappear if you let go. Your whole body shook.
“Shh,” he murmured, wrapping you up completely, one hand cradling the back of your head. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you. You’re safe.”
You sobbed.
Full, silent, body-wracking sobs—face pressed into his shoulder, tears soaking into his shirt like you’d been holding them in for years.
The crew stood there, helpless.
“She—” Usopp started, then stopped.
Robin watched quietly, eyes sharp with understanding. “She’s younger than before,” she said. “Much younger.”
“She won’t talk to us,” Nami whispered, already noticing how your gaze never left your brother’s chest.
Your brother glanced back at them over your head.
“Okay,” he said, low and firm. “Listen to me. All of you.”
They did.
“She’s scared,” he continued. “Not of you. Of… everything. So no sudden moves. No loud voices. No touching unless she asks. And for the love of god—”
His eyes flicked to Sanji.
“—no smoking.”
Sanji stiffened. “I—”
You whimpered.
Just the sound of his voice—nothing else—made you flinch harder, your grip tightening painfully.
Your brother turned fully now, shielding you with his body.
“She’s terrified of smoke,” he said flatly. “Mom used to smoke.”
Sanji went pale.
“…Oh,” he whispered.
He crushed the cigarette between his fingers and dropped it into the sea without another word.
From that moment on, he never lit one on deck again.
They tried.
God, they tried.
But you wouldn’t speak to anyone except your brother.
Not Luffy. Not Nami. Not even Robin.
If someone asked you a question, you looked at him first—waiting.
“Can I answer?” you whispered once.
He swallowed hard. “You don’t need permission, kiddo.”
You nodded politely.
Then didn’t speak anyway.
You asked before sitting.
Before eating.
Before touching anything.
“Is it okay if I drink this?”
“Can I move now?”
“Did I do bad?”
Each question landed like a bruise.
Chopper tried to approach you gently with a stuffed animal.
You burst into tears.
Not loud. Not dramatic.
Just collapsed into your brother’s side, sobbing like your chest was cracking open, breath hitching over and over while he held you and rocked slightly, murmuring nonsense comforts into your hair.
“It’s okay,” he kept saying. “Nobody’s mad. Nobody’s gonna hurt you. I promise.”
Zoro turned away, jaw clenched so hard it hurt.
Luffy sat on the floor, fists curled in his shorts, staring like he’d found something he didn’t know how to fight.
Sanji stood uselessly by the galley door, hands shaking, hating himself for every cigarette he’d ever smoked in your presence before.
The worst moment came at lunch.
Sanji had made soup. Mild. Soft. No spices. He placed the bowl on the table carefully and stepped back.
Your brother crouched beside you. “He made it special for you. No smoke. No fire near it.”
You nodded.
Reached out.
Then froze.
Your eyes locked on Sanji.
The panic hit instantly.
Your breathing went shallow. Your shoulders curled in. Tears welled fast and hot, spilling over as you shook your head violently.
“No—no—no—” you whimpered. “Please don’t—please don’t burn me—I’ll eat, I promise—”
Sanji made a broken sound.
Your brother scooped you up immediately, turning away.
“Hey,” he said fiercely, voice shaking for the first time. “No one’s burning you. Ever. Look at me. Look at me.”
You sobbed harder.
“I’m sorry,” you cried. “I’ll be good. I’ll be quiet. I won’t cry—”
“Cry,” he said, holding your face gently so you had to see him. “You’re allowed to cry.”
You shattered.
You cried until your throat hurt. Until your body sagged. Until you hiccupped weakly and fell asleep clinging to his shirt.
No one spoke.
Sanji left the galley and didn’t come back for hours.
When he did, his lighter was gone.
That night, you slept curled against your brother on the couch, thumb tucked into his sleeve like you used to when you were little.
Robin watched from the shadows. “She’s been carrying this alone,” she said quietly.
“She won’t anymore,” your brother replied.
The next morning, the magic wore off.
You woke up grown again.
Body restored. Voice back.
But the room felt different.
Everyone felt different.
Sanji couldn’t meet your eyes.
Your brother hugged you tight without saying anything, just resting his chin on your head like he used to.
And when you finally spoke—voice hoarse, eyes tired—you said the one thing you’d never said before.
Hello! Can you do i strawhats x a lewd dirty minded reader She makes “That what she said” jokes all the time nami glares and hits her for it Sanji gasps just and robin just smirks and sometimes makes jokes along with the readers thanks!
That’s What She Said
One Piece x Reader
The Thousand Sunny is not built to survive you.
Franky was elbow-deep in some half-disassembled mechanism near the mast, wiping sweat from his brow. “Man, this thing is really hard to get loose.”
You didn’t even look up from where you were lounging on the deck.
“That’s what she said.”
There was a beat of silence.
Then—WHAM.
Nami’s staff cracked against the side of your head. “DON’T,” she snapped, eye twitching. “You are not corrupting my ship with your filth.”
“Ow—worth it,” you groaned, grinning.
Sanji dropped the tray he was holding. Plates shattered. “G-Gasp! Such words from such lovely lips!” He pressed a hand to his chest dramatically. “My heart—my poor, innocent heart—!”
“You lost that years ago,” Zoro muttered from where he was napping, one eye cracking open. “And she’s right. Timing was perfect.”
Nami whirled on him. “ZORO.”
“What? I didn’t say it,” he shrugged, already dozing off again.
Robin, seated at the table with a book, turned a page calmly. A slow, knowing smile curved her lips. “Statistically speaking,” she said mildly, “comments like that increase crew tension by forty-three percent.”
You lit up. “See? Robin gets me.”
She glanced up, eyes gleaming. “After all… some things are better when they’re hard to get.”
Sanji made a strangled noise and collapsed to his knees. “ROBIN-CHWAAAAAN—!”
Nami screamed something about decency and hit you again, this time harder.
Later that day, Usopp was struggling with a coil of rope, sweating and grunting. “Why is this so long? I swear it keeps going—”
“That’s what she said,” you chirped automatically.
Usopp froze. “I walked right into that.”
Luffy burst out laughing, nearly rolling off the deck. “HAHAHAHA! Do it again! Say the funny thing again!”
Chopper blinked up at you, confused. “What does it mean when you say that?”
Nami pointed her staff at you like a loaded weapon. “DO NOT.”
You zipped your lips. “I value my life.”
Brook leaned over, chuckling. “Yohoho! It’s a rather cheeky joke, isn’t it? Though I suppose I can’t say it applies to me… I don’t even have the parts! Skull joke!”
“Still counts,” you said. “Spiritually.”
By sunset, Sanji was cooking, muttering to himself as a pot bubbled over. “Ah—careful, it might spill if it’s too full—”
You inhaled.
Nami’s glare met your eyes before you spoke.
You exhaled. “I will show restraint.”
Robin sipped her tea. “Pity,” she murmured. “I thought it was an excellent opening.”
You should’ve known this was a terrible idea. A terrifying idea. But when Luffy gets excited about something, it’s hard to say no. So here you were, standing on a crate in front of Roronoa Zoro, both of your cheeks stuffed like chipmunks with water, holding soft tortillas like weapons.
And unfortunately, the distance between the two of you was significant. Zoro had at least a head and a half on you. Sanji even muttered something about needing a “step ladder for the poor thing.”
You glared. The whole crew was gathered around, some cross-legged on the deck, others leaning on the railing. Even Robin had closed her book to watch. The stakes were high. Dignity. Bragging rights. And for you… maybe survival.
Zoro stood still, water bulging his cheeks, smirking like a smug, green-haired menace. The tortilla in his hand looked comically delicate.
You shook your arms out, mentally preparing.
Rock. Paper. Scissors.You threw rock. Zoro threw scissors.
You won.
“Oh no,” Usopp whispered. “It begins.”
Nami leaned in with wide eyes. “Can she even reach his face?”
You squared up. Slowly… dramatically… you pulled back your arm. Water sloshed in your mouth. The tortilla in your hand flapped slightly in the breeze like a flag of war. You visualized it—crisp smack across his smug cheek. Victory.
You swung with all the force you could muster.
And you missed.
WHIFF.
Your body’s momentum betrayed you. Feet tangled. Gravity took over.
You went down like a tragic hero in a slapstick tragedy—face-first onto the deck with a dramatic THUNK.
Zoro burst, water spewing from his mouth as he doubled over laughing, and the tortilla slapped against his own thigh.
Luffy screamed. “SHE FELL!”
Brook clapped. “That was a solid performance—I could feel the impact! Yohohoho!”
Chopper was already running over. “Are you alive? Did you break your nose?!”
Face mashed to the wood, you groaned. “…I wanna go home.”
You slowly rolled onto your back, groaning dramatically.
“Next round,” you muttered. “I want a stool.”
--
After a dramatic fall and a bruised ego (and possibly a bruised chin), you sat back up with Chopper fussing over your face and Zoro laughing like he was watching the best comedy of his life.
You narrowed your eyes at him.
"You're gonna pay for that smug face."
Still smirking, Zoro casually refilled his cheeks with water, grabbing a fresh tortilla. He rolled his shoulder like he was warming up for a sparring match. You, in turn, shoved water back in your mouth, cheeks puffed, determination locked in.
The crew was absolutely tense now. Nami whispered, “This is it.”
Usopp whispered back, “This is gonna end in blood.”
Franky whispered louder, “This is gonna be SUUUUPER!”
Zoro stepped forward. You stood your ground. You were ready.
He raised his arm, tortilla poised like a blade. You glared up at him. The height difference suddenly felt very unfair again.
Then—SMACK.
The tortilla slapped clean against your cheek.
You staggered, letting out a startled grunt through puffed cheeks. Your eyes blinked rapidly as you recalibrated your place in the world. The impact was soft, but the betrayal ran deep.
Zoro stepped back with a satisfied raise of his brow.
You wiped imaginary blood from your mouth (a bit of water dribbled instead). Slowly, dramatically, you turned back to him, eyes narrowed.
The tortilla in your hand trembled with raw power.
You squared up. Raised your arm.
And then, without warning—
You turned to your left and smacked Sanji right across the face with it.
CRACK.
He staggered back, more shocked than injured, spluttering. "WHAT THE HELL?! I WASN’T EVEN PLAYING!"
You turned back to Zoro, cheeks still full of water.
Zoro blinked. Then he burst, spraying water out like a hose.
You joined him, spewing your mouthful in a messy splash. You both doubled over in helpless laughter, your water mixing on the deck as the rest of the crew either gasped, howled, or screamed.
Sanji was still spluttering in betrayal. “I cheered for you!”
You slam the front door shut, kick off your shoes, and drop your new ID badge on the kitchen counter.
"I'm officially employed!" you announce proudly.
The entire house pauses. Sanji peeks out from the kitchen, spatula in hand. Usopp chokes on his soda. Luffy, mid-chew, gasps.
Nami squints. "Wait, doing what?"
"Security. Night shift at the mall."
Zoro raises an eyebrow from the couch. "You? Security?"
You cross your arms. "Yes, me. Is that so shocking?"
"You weigh like... one and a half Choppers," Usopp mutters.
"She’s got the vibe, though," Robin says with a small smirk, flipping her book. "Like the type who’d tackle a guy for stealing a pretzel."
You grin. "Thank you. That’s exactly the kind of energy I’m bringing."
A beat of silence. Then Zoro stands up and rolls his neck.
You immediately narrow your eyes. "...What’re you doing?"
Zoro plants his hands on his hips, puffing his chest and deepening his voice into something out of a cartoon. "Hey. I wanna go in the girls' bathroom."
You choke on your laugh. "Sir, you gotta go."
"That’s ma’am to you!" he yells, then grabs you around the waist and drops you to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
"Zoro!!" you wheeze, flailing, but he’s already got a solid grip on the back of your new neon security vest.
"I mop the floor with security!" he declares with a grin, then drags you across the polished wood like a ragdoll.
Back and forth.
"Sir—!"
Side to side.
"Sir this is—"
Through his legs.
"—a crime—"
Backwards, forwards, like some chaotic human Swiffer.
"Zoro I swear to God—"
And just when you think he’s done, he pauses—squats—hovering directly above your head.
"No. No, no, don’t you—"
PFFFFFT.
The sound echoes like a war crime.
The whole house explodes in laughter. Usopp falls off the couch. Sanji drops a pan. Luffy actually starts crying.
You lay on the floor, broken in spirit but still on payroll.
"...I’m still gonna write you up for this," you groan.
hiiii 🫶 could I request Luffy or Ace (tbh it works with any character with a devil fruit, but those two are my fave) x reader who is the half-blood child of a little-known/forgotten sea deity, and her oceanic godly family either send out warnings against (if it's pre relationship) or more outright signs of disapproval (if it's established relationship) for pursuing a "devil". also it would be funny if touching/being near her weakens them a tiny bit but it also might be a little sad
Hope you dont mind i did this as headcannons!
You’re the half-blood daughter of a forgotten ocean deity, the kind sailors forgot to fear centuries ago. The sea still listens to you: storms calm when you hum, waves rise when you’re upset.
Your divine family does NOT appreciate you hanging around a devil fruit user — especially one as blatantly made of ocean’s natural enemy as Luffy.
The sea itself tries to warn him off. Subtle at first… then not subtle at all.
Luffy x Half-SeaDiety!Reader
When Luffy first meets you, he’s all big grin, sparkly eyes, and the sea immediately slaps the Sunny’s hull loud enough that Usopp screams and Chopper hides under a barrel.
Robin quietly closes her book and goes, “Oh. That’s interesting.”
Whenever Luffy gets too close to you, the sea breeze swirls aggressively, tugging his hat off, slapping his face with ropes, or even flipping fish he caught directly back into the ocean.
Nami: “It’s the ocean equivalent of a disapproving parent.”
Luffy still tries to follow you everywhere — but standing too close to you makes him feel “kinda sleepy, like someone turned me into a squishy noodle.”
Zoro points out he’s already a noodle. This does not help.
You apologize nervously whenever Luffy stumbles slightly near you. The moment you touch his arm by accident he wobbles like a baby deer and nearly falls overboard.
The ocean sends a literal wave to smack his shins when he announces: “I’m gonna make her my friend!”
Luffy tries to fight the sea back. He loses. Repeatedly.
He doesn’t get discouraged — he gets excited.
“WOW, YOUR FAMILY’S STRONG! I WANNA MEET THEM SO THEY CAN STOP SMACKING ME!”
The sea responds by pulling on his cheeks like taffy.
--
Every time Luffy kisses you on deck, the sea throws a wave onto both of you like a giant wet slap.
He kisses you harder out of spite.
The ocean responds by rocking the Sunny violently.
Chopper swears the weather is “having a tantrum.”
Touching you still weakens him slightly — he doesn’t fall over anymore, but he slumps against you like a sleepy koala.
You chase him around because he keeps trying to cuddle even though the sea is actively smacking him.
When you sit on his lap, he melts into a warm sleepy puddle, and your divine relatives send a light drizzle that is 100% meant to guilt you.
He stands on the bow of the ship and yells:
“I LOVE HER! STOP TRYING TO MAKE ME SLIP!”
The sea answers by squirting him upward like a fountain.
--
Ace x Half-SeaDiety!Reader
Ace, born of the ocean’s natural enemy, gets The Treatment the instant he meets you.
He smiles at you once and a fish leaps out of the water and slaps him across the face.
He assumes he deserved it.
Being near you makes his fire flicker, sputter, and occasionally just… go out.
He tries to play it cool, but being weakened around a girl he likes is making him feral inside.
You feel awful. He just laughs it off, saying, “It’s fine — gotta be polite to your family, right?”
Then a whirlpool casually forms whenever he looks at your lips.
He pretends not to notice but he 100% notices.
He keeps approaching anyway.
“If your family hates me, they can come yell at me themselves.”
Wave knocks him flat the moment he finishes the sentence.
--
Every time Ace lifts you into his arms, the sea immediately drenches him.
His fire flickers like a dying candle.
You try to shoo the ocean away and it sends a wave just to boop him aggressively.
Touching you drains little bits of his flame.
He pretends it’s fine but you catch him occasionally trying to re-ignite himself behind a wall.
When you hold his hand, he warms your fingers but his own flame dims.
You both hold on anyway.
Whirlpool if Ace kisses your neck.
Sudden rain if you wear his shirt.
A rogue wave if he compliments your beauty.
Ace looks into the stormy horizon and mutters,
“Your family’s petty.”
With pure stubbornness.
“I’m a fire user dating a sea goddess—this was never going to be easy. Let them rage. I’m not leaving.”
The sea strikes him with a splash so strong his hat goes flying.
You kiss him anyway, and the sea hisses like a frying pan.
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Can I ask for a fic of Sanji x siren reader,where the crew saves her from an opposing crew that wanted to sell her and when he went to let her out of the cage she pounced on him and shrieked loudly in his face before making a run for it and diving back into the sea
And the crew never sees her again until it's a new month and it's courting season and she suddenly is on the deck curled up curiously eyeing everything before happily greeting the crew with a small shrill,and it turns out she's a weird breed of siren that screams to prove their resilience and strength,and usually choose a mate by screaming into their face and if they don't get intimidated or can't withstand such a scream they're believed to be their "fated mate" and Robin tells the crew this after reading a book on her species while she was sleeping on the deck
If u don't want to do this you can just ignore it!!
Heart-Shrieker
Sanji x Siren!Reader
The cage still rocked on its chain, creaking against the splintered deck of the now-sinking enemy ship. Water lapped up through the cracks; the battle was won. The Straw Hats were already gathering what treasure they could, patching Luffy’s new hole in the wall, and celebrating another victory that had gone just a bit too far.
But Sanji was elsewhere—frozen, staring at the creature curled in the iron cage like a terrified jewel.
You.
A siren.
A gorgeous one, your fins shimmering with pale colour-shifts that caught what little light the burning mast offered. You were clearly exhausted, bruised, dehydrated—and glaring at him with an intensity that made even Zoro pause behind his shoulder.
Luffy pressed his face to the bars with zero hesitation, practically nose-to-nose with you. You hissed. He hissed back.
“This is so cool!” Luffy beamed.
Nami smacked him away. “Don’t antagonize the sea creature!”
Robin folded her arms, eyes softening. “She’s frightened… and malnourished. Sirens need seawater to breathe properly. If we don’t release her soon—”
Sanji was already at the lock, hands trembling but gentle. “Of course we’ll release her. No beautiful lady should ever be trapped like this.”
You growled—a weird, vibrato hum that prickled the air around the crew.
Zoro stepped back immediately. “Yeah, that’s a nope.”
Chopper clung to Usopp, trembling. “S-She’s angry…”
“No, no,” Sanji murmured, smoothing the metal as if it were your skin he wished to soothe. “She’s scared… let me help you, my sweet deep-sea angel.”
The lock clicked.
The door swung open.
And then—
You launched.
A blur of scales and claws slammed straight into Sanji’s chest, knocking him flat on his back with a squeal so piercing the entire crew recoiled. It wasn’t a song. It wasn’t a lure.
It was a battle-shriek.
A scream of warning so loud Sanji’s hair actually blew back from the force.
Robin blinked. “Oh my.”
Usopp fell over. “WE’RE DEAD—WE’RE ALL DEAD—"
But Sanji… stayed right where he was.
Stunned, blinking, but unmoving. No flinching. No fear.
Just… bewildered admiration.
Your pupils dilated at him—confused at his lack of reaction.
Then you executed the fastest getaway the crew had ever seen: bolting between Nami’s legs, skidding across broken planks, diving off the railing in a sleek arc, and slicing into the dark waves with barely a splash.
A flash of your tail, and you were gone.
Just gone.
Sanji lay sprawled on the deck, blinked twice, and whispered:
“…She screamed in my face…”
Zoro snorted. “Yeah. She screamed your eyebrows off.”
“They’re intact, moss-head.”
“But are your ears?”
Sanji didn’t answer. He stared at the waves long after you’d vanished, something in his chest twisting strangely. Something he didn’t have a name for.
---
A month later, the first one to spot you was Chopper.
He poked Nami awake at dawn, frantic. “She’s—she’s back!! She’s just—she’s just on the deck!”
And indeed… you were.
Curled up like a sunbathing seal, tail coiled around yourself, fins fluttering lightly in the sea breeze. You blinked curiously at every crate, rope, and crewmate wandering by. Your claws tapped experimentally on the wood. You sniffed a coiled fishing line like it held heretical knowledge.
You were incredibly cute.
And incredibly confusing.
When Luffy bounded over to hug you, you greeted him with a tiny, excited shrill—not threatening, just a noise of pure, bright joy.
Sanji nearly fainted at the sound.
You brightened when you noticed him too… but your eyes flickered with something far more intense. Focused. Evaluating.
Sanji, for reasons unknown to anyone (including himself), froze like a deer.
Robin sipped her morning tea. “It seems our guest has returned for a very specific reason.”
Nami raised a brow. “And you know this… how?”
Robin set down her cup and gently lifted the heavy, ancient tome resting beside her. “I stayed up reading.”
Sanji tore his gaze from you, sweat beading at his temple. “…Reading what, Robin-chan?”
“A zoological survey on deep-sea siren clades,” she replied with a serene smile. “Our friend here belongs to a particularly rare breed… known as a Shriekmaw Siren.”
Usopp paused mid-bite. “Shriek… maw?”
Robin nodded. “They’re extremely loud.”
You chirped proudly.
“And their screaming,” Robin continued, “is actually a display of strength. A method to prove survivability. During courting season, they choose their mate by screaming directly into their face.”
The entire crew turned slowly… painfully… toward Sanji.
Who was trembling.
Not in fear.
But because you were slowly crawling across the deck toward him… eyes bright, fins flaring, throat vibrating in preparation.
Robin cleared her throat delicately.
“If the chosen person does not get intimidated or deafened by the scream, they are believed to be the siren’s fated mate."
There was a silence so thick even Luffy whispered.
“Ohhhh. That’s why she screamed at Sanji the first time!”
Zoro barked a laugh. “And curly-brow didn’t even flinch. That’s hilarious.”
Sanji spluttered. “H-Hold on—WAIT—she wasn’t attacking me?! That scream—was—was—"
You reached him.
Your claws pressed delicately to his chest.
Your face inches from his.
And you inhaled.
Sanji squeaked. “Robin-chaaaaaan what do I do—”
You let out a small trial shrill—high, bright, adorable.
Sanji fell backwards, nosebleed geysering into the sky.
Robin adjusted her glasses. “It appears,” she concluded, “that she has chosen.”
--
Sanji came to after a mercifully short amount of unconsciousness, blinking blearily up at the sky. Above him, the entire crew hovered like curious seabirds.
And beside him—tail coiled, fins flickering in worry—was you.
You chirped in distress when he moved, tiny clawed hands pressing lightly to his forehead. A soft soothing trill rolled out of your throat.
“That was a love tap,” Zoro snorted. “She could’ve shattered his spine if she tried.”
“DON’T SAY THAT AROUND MY SWEET SEA GODDESS—” Sanji sat up immediately, swaying.
You froze… then perked up as if delighted he could stand again.
Robin cleared her throat politely. “Sanji, she returned specifically for courting season. She’s waiting for you to… return the gesture.”
Sanji blinked. “Return… what gesture?”
Nami clapped him hard on the shoulder. “The scream test, dumbass.”
Usopp lowered his voice. “Basically… let her shriek in your face without dying.”
Luffy grinned. “It’s like a fun challenge!”
Zoro smirked. “For you, maybe. For Sanji? Probably death.”
Sanji turned beet red.
You—sweetly unaware of the dramatic meltdown he was having—crawled into his lap like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Everyone stared.
Sanji made a noise no human should logically produce.
Robin smiled warmly. “It seems she’s already accepted you as her mate. The formal scream is just… tradition.”
“Tra—TRA—TRADITION?!”
You chirped again, leaning close to his face. So close he could see every shimmering fleck in your irises, every ripple of your gills, the soft glow of your bioluminescent veins.
His heart exploded.
Metaphorically.
For now.
--
You settled yourself in Sanji’s lap like you owned him—tail curling around his waist, claws resting lightly on his collar. The crew watched with barely-contained delight as you inspected him. You sniffed him. You tapped his cheek. You gently poked his jaw. You tugged lightly on his tie before letting it spring back, chittering in amusement.
Sanji was seconds from combusting.
Robin gently flipped a page in her book. “Shriekmaw Sirens typically evaluate their potential mate’s physical resilience. They enjoy tactile examination.”
“That’s just groping with extra steps,” Zoro muttered.
Sanji hissed at him. “Shut your moss mouth! She can touch me as much as she desires!”
You brightened at the loud defensive tone—chirping proudly as if claiming him.
Robin hid a smile behind her hand.
“Sanji,” she said calmly, “you’ll need to withstand a full-volume scream. If you flinch… she’ll assume you’re too weak to survive the bond.”
Sanji straightened.
The entire crew froze.
Sanji’s eyes sharpened, jaw tightening with determination.
For the first time since you’d returned… he wasn’t panicking.
He was ready.
“For her… I won’t flinch.”
You watched him intently, pupils widening.
Sanji gently touched your cheek with shaking fingers, bowing his head reverently.
“My lovely siren… go ahead. I can take whatever you give me.”
Luffy squealed. “THIS IS SO ROMANTIC.”
Usopp grabbed earplugs. “THIS IS SO TERRIFYING.”
Zoro took a long swig of sake. “He’s gonna die.”
--
You crawled backward off his lap and settled in front of him—spine straight, fins flaring in brilliant display. The deck vibrated under you as tension built in your throat.
A shriek so powerful the SUNNY vibrated.
Seagulls dropped out of the sky.
Fish leapt from the waves in panic.
Franky’s sunglasses cracked down the middle.
Zoro’s sake bottle shattered.
Sanji did not move.
His hair—yes—blew directly back. His tie straightened like a banner. His eyebrows might’ve wiggled a little.
But he did not flinch.
You stared at him.
Breathless.
Stunned.
Then—
A purr-like trill escaped your throat as you threw yourself directly into his arms, curling around him with triumphant joy.
He caught you without hesitation, spinning you once before holding you tight.
“S-She’s—she’s hugging me—”
Robin smiled. “Congratulations, Sanji. She has accepted you as her mate.”
Sanji fainted for the second time that morning.
You held him protectively while he collapsed, hissing softly at anyone who got too close.
Zoro raised both hands. “Okay, okay. The cook can have his sea spouse.”
Luffy just giggled. “Sanji has a fishwife!”
You shrieked at him.
He shrieked back.
Both of you looked pleased.
--
Sanji fainting didn’t deter you even slightly.
If anything, it confirmed your choice.
You dragged him by the collar—gently, lovingly—and curled yourself around him while he lay unconscious on the deck. Anyone who approached got a warning shriek. When Zoro tried to poke Sanji with the tip of his sword to “check if he died,” you screeched so loudly he nearly fell overboard.
Sanji groaned awake to find himself tucked against your side, your tail wrapped around his hips like a protective belt.
He almost passed out again.
But he didn’t.
Barely.
Your claws slid softly through his hair while you hummed—a soft, vibrating purr that made his ribcage tremble.
“Sh-She’s… snuggling me…” he whispered, tears forming faster than brain signals.
Usopp elbowed Sanji. “Congrats, cook. You’re married now.”
You hissed at Usopp.
Usopp screamed.
You looked proud of yourself.
--
Within the hour, you had:
stolen all the pillows from the boys’ quarters
dragged them to Sanji’s room
attempted to steal Sanji’s mattress with him still on it
hissed at Luffy for trying to help
chirped at Robin for giving you a blanket
bit Zoro when he insulted the blanket pattern
built a nest so elaborate even Chopper was impressed
Robin explained, “Shriekmaw Sirens build nests with their mate’s belongings and personal scent objects. It’s a sign of devotion.”
Sanji melted into a puddle so aggressively it felt medically concerning.
“Sh-She used my shirt… and my tie… and my cookware… Robin-chwan, she loves me—”
You shrieked excitedly at his emotional spiral, which only made him swoon harder.
--
Once he recovered enough braincells to function, Sanji gathered the crew to discuss a Very Important Matter.
“I must court her properly,” he declared, slamming a notebook onto the table. “Flowers? Forbidden underwater. Jewelry? Risky. A serenade? SHE might serenade ME—”
“We’re not helping,” Nami said flatly.
“You always help,” Sanji pleaded, clutching her hands.
“Not with THIS,” Usopp muttered.
Robin, however, was already flipping pages. “Sirens accept offerings of food more than anything else. Their favourite prey makes excellent courting gifts.”
Sanji brightened instantly. “FOOD?! Robin-chaaaan you’re a blessing—”
He dashed to the kitchen, cooked at lightning speed, and returned proudly holding…
A large, perfectly grilled, brilliantly seasoned fish.
It glowed with culinary excellence.
It smelled divine.
It was… absolutely… the worst possible thing he could have picked.
Robin stared, frozen.
Nami’s face went white.
Zoro dropped his sword.
Usopp squeaked.
Chopper hid.
“Sanji…” Robin whispered, “that’s… that’s a Reefback Lanternfish.”
“So?” he beamed. “She’ll love it!”
“That,” Robin continued, “is a courting-offer belonging exclusively to rival sirens.”
Silence.
Zoro pinched the bridge of his nose. “You just gave her the equivalent of another man’s wedding ring.”
Luffy gasped. “SANJI CHEATED???”
Sanji nearly died on the spot. “I—WHAT—NO—”
Too late.
You were behind him.
Your pupils were razor-thin.
Your fins were flared.
Your claws flexed.
Robin whispered, “Oh dear.”
--
You advanced slowly, clicking your talons on the deck, throat vibrating with a low warning rumble. The wind itself seemed to hold its breath.
Sanji turned around, holding the fish like a bomb.
“My shining pearl of the sea—this is—this is a misunderstanding—”
You SHRIEKED.
A scream so powerful the mast ropes snapped.
A scream so furious even Luffy hid behind Nami.
A scream so shrill Zoro lost his balance and fell flat.
Sanji took it full-force.
Eyes watering.
Ears ringing.
Hair blown backward in a violent halo.
But…
He didn’t flinch.
Not a step.
Not a wince.
He held the fish behind him like a mistake he was willing to be punished for.
He met your glare with total devotion.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t know.”
You froze.
Your fins slowly lowered.
Your eyes softened.
Because he endured your anger.
Because he stood firm.
Because he stayed.
And so—
You leaned forward… and gently bonked your forehead to his.
A siren’s apology-gift.
Sanji burst into tears.
--
Three hours later, you had dragged Sanji into your nest.
Three hours and five minutes later, Sanji had accepted his fate.
Three hours and ten minutes later, the crew heard content purring and a very overwhelmed cook whispering sweet nothings while trying not to cry again.
Chopper peeked in and whispered:
“She’s sleeping on him… like a cat…”
Zoro snorted. “Hope he likes being furniture.”
Nami smiled. “He does.”
Robin closed her book with a soft snap. “And so begins their bond.”
Breakfast on the Sunny was usually loud, chaotic, and held together by Sanji’s cooking and sheer force of habit.
Today was no different—until it very suddenly was.
You were perched at the table, legs tucked up comfortably, fingers wrapped around your mug as sunlight caught on your freshly done nails. They were long, glossy, perfectly shaped, painted a soft pearlescent colour that shimmered when you moved.
Perfect.
Except—
Luffy leaned halfway across the table, squinting with the intensity he usually reserved for puzzles and food mysteries.
“Hey,” he said, pointing directly at your hand. “Why are those two nails shorter?”
The table went quiet.
You blinked. Slowly lowered your mug.
Sanji froze mid-pour, coffee hovering dangerously over Zoro’s cup. Zoro paused chewing. Usopp followed Luffy’s finger with his eyes. Chopper tilted his head. Franky leaned in. Brook adjusted his glasses. Even Robin’s book lowered a fraction.
Nami looked.
Then looked again.
“…Huh,” Usopp said. “They are.”
Zoro frowned. “That intentional?”
Sanji recovered first, immediately dropping to one knee. “Perhaps it is a tragic accident, my dear! A heroic sacrifice of beauty—”
“It’s not an accident,” Luffy said confidently. “Everything you do is on purpose.”
You smiled sweetly. “That’s true.”
Nami’s eyes narrowed.
Robin’s lips curved.
Franky crossed his arms. “That’s… kinda specific though. Just those two?”
Brook hummed. “Yohoho! A fashion statement, perhaps? Though I don’t understand it at all! I don’t have nails! Or skin!”
Chopper leaned closer, concern creeping in. “Does it hurt? Do you need vitamins?”
You laughed, light and easy. “I’m perfectly healthy, Chopper.”
Sanji finally poured the coffee, hands shaking. “Then… why?”
You rested your chin in your palm, deliberately turning your hand so the contrast was impossible to miss. Long, elegant nails—then two neatly trimmed short.
“Well,” you said casually, “some things are easier when you don’t risk scratching delicate surfaces.”
Nami choked on her juice.
Robin’s eyes flicked to Nami. Then to your hand. Then back to you.
“Oh?” Robin said mildly. “Delicate surfaces.”
Usopp’s face went red. “W—WAIT—what kind of surfaces?!”
Zoro squinted harder. “Why does that sound weird?”
Luffy tilted his head. “What surfaces?”
You shrugged. “The kind that appreciate consideration.”
Nami slammed her cup down. “OKAY—moving on—”
“Ah,” Robin said, fully smiling now. “That does explain a few things.”
Sanji’s soul visibly left his body. “Explain what, Robin-swan?”
Robin closed her book with a soft thump. “Why you’re always so… relaxed in the mornings.”
Nami went scarlet. “ROBIN.”
You leaned back, utterly unbothered. “Women looking out for women.”
Franky’s jaw dropped. “SUUUPER vague. And somehow super specific.”
Brook laughed. “Yohoho! I don’t get it, but I feel like I shouldn’t!”
Chopper looked between Nami, Robin, and you. “…Is this adult stuff?”
“Yes,” Nami said instantly.
“No,” Luffy said at the same time.
Zoro stared at your hand, then at Nami’s face, then Robin’s satisfied expression.
“…Huh,” he said. “Good for you.”
Sanji collapsed face-first onto the table, wailing. “THE PAIN—THE BETRAYAL—”
You reached over and patted his head gently—with your left hand.
Luffy grinned. “Can I cut my nails short too?”
Nami shouted. “NO.”
Robin sipped her tea, eyes warm as they met yours.
That’s the lie the universe tells right before something stupid happens.
You’re sat cross-legged on a weathered dock with two legends who look nothing like legends right now. Shanks is relaxed, back against a piling, laughing soft and low as the sun dips toward the sea. Buggy is sprawled out like he owns the place, boots kicked off, nose red for reasons that are absolutely not just the weather. Old friends, all three of you, the kind of friends who survived childhood and stupidity and somehow came out the other side still breathing.
Behind you, the Straw Hats linger in loose clusters.
Luffy is crouched nearby, gnawing on something he probably stole. Zoro leans against a post pretending he’s not listening. Nami and Robin sit together with that shared look that says something terrible is about to happen and they want front-row seats. Usopp is already whispering predictions to Chopper, who is vibrating with anticipation. Sanji pretends he’s just polishing something while absolutely staring. Franky and Brook are arguing about whether this counts as a science opportunity or a music opportunity.
And then the thought hits you.
It’s stupid. It’s impulsive. It’s irresistible.
Before anyone can stop you, you reach over and grab Buggy’s arm.
It comes off cleanly, because of course it does.
Buggy squawks, offended more in principle than pain, his detached arm immediately flipping you off on reflex. You ignore him completely.
Shanks blinks as you scoot closer, already grinning.
You line the arm up with his missing limb and, with exaggerated care, press it into place.
For one glorious second, nothing happens.
Then the arm sticks.
Buggy freezes.
Shanks looks down.
The arm flexes.
The fingers curl.
Silence detonates.
Shanks bursts out laughing first, loud and helpless, lifting the arm and giving it a testing wave. He stands, turning slightly so the Straw Hats can see, rolling the shoulder like he’s had it his whole life.
Luffy gasps like he’s witnessing the greatest miracle known to man.
Usopp shrieks that this is historically significant.
Chopper is asking if this is allowed.
Sanji drops whatever he was holding.
Franky is already yelling about modular prosthetics.
Brook politely asks if he can try later, for scientific reasons.
Buggy is still staring at his missing arm in horror as it waves from Shanks’ shoulder like it’s having the time of its life.
Shanks poses shamelessly. He flexes. He points dramatically at the horizon. He gives a thumbs-up with the wrong hand and grins like a kid who just found a new favorite toy.
And then.
Without warning.
The arm curls into a fist.
And punches him square in the face.
The impact is solid. Personal. Spiteful.
Shanks staggers back a step, more shocked than hurt, eyes wide as the arm detaches itself mid-recoil and floats smugly back toward Buggy.
For half a heartbeat, the world is silent.
Then you lose it.
You double over, laughing so hard you nearly fall off the dock. Buggy collapses beside you, wheezing, pointing at Shanks with his remaining hand as his arm reattaches itself, still visibly smug.
Shanks rubs his cheek, stunned, then starts laughing too, loud and full and utterly unbothered.
The Straw Hats explode.
Luffy is on the ground, howling and slapping the dock. Usopp is crying. Chopper is chanting about rogue limbs. Nami is laughing so hard she has to wipe her eyes. Robin smiles like she’s filing this away forever. Sanji alternates between outrage and awe. Zoro snorts despite himself. Franky declares it super. Brook applauds, asking politely if the arm could punch him next.
Buggy wipes tears from his eyes, chest heaving, and glares at Shanks with vindicated delight.
You lean back on your hands, breathless, cheeks aching, heart light in that rare way it only ever is when the past and present collide just right.
Old friends. New family. Absolute nonsense.
And for one perfect moment, the sea carries your laughter like it’s always belonged there.
(Im back and ik this is a rough one to start with, but ive been seeing that one couple on tiktok, when he gags she gags. if you know you know. thought it would make for funny fun. its dumb but idc)
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It’s a stupid thing. Embarrassing. You’re not even sick.
But the second someone makes that awful, guttural wretching noise—your body betrays you.
You’re mid-sentence on the Sunny’s deck, explaining something animatedly to Robin and Nami, hands moving, voice bright, when Zoro exhales through his nose and tilts his head.
“Ghhk—” he croaks, perfectly deadpan. “Bleh.”
Your mouth snaps shut.
You barely have time to glare before your throat tightens and you lurch forward with a sharp, involuntary, “Ghk—ugh!”
Silence.
Then Usopp explodes. “NO WAY. AGAIN?”
You straighten immediately, mortified. “I am not sick.”
Luffy’s eyes light up like you just revealed a new party trick. “Do it again!”
“I didn’t do it on purpose!”
Zoro smirks, absolutely smug, and lets out another exaggerated, wet-sounding “GHHKK—BLEHH.”
You gag again instantly. “Oh, fuck off!”
Nami doubles over laughing. “Oh my god, it’s like a reflex!”
“I hate all of you,” you say, pointing at Zoro with shaking fury. “You especially. That was malicious.”
He shrugs, unrepentant. “You were rambling.”
Sanji appears at your side in a puff of concern. “My love, are you unwell? Shall I make you a gentle tea—”
Brook leans in from the other side. “Yohohoho! If I gag, will you gag too? Even though I have no stomach?”
“Don’t you dare,” you warn.
He dares.
“SKREEE—BLEHH!”
You gag so hard you have to grab the rail. “SON OF A—”
Franky slaps his knee. “SUPER reaction time!”
Chopper’s eyes sparkle with scientific wonder. “Is it psychological? Or empathetic? Or a curse?”
“It’s none of those!” you snap. “It’s just—ugh—sound-based!”
Robin smiles serenely. “Fascinating. So auditory triggers only.”
Zoro looks at you again. Slowly. Thoughtfully.
“No,” you say immediately. “Don’t you even think about it.”
He does it anyway. Quieter this time. A low, casual, perfectly timed “hrrk.”
You gag again.
Usopp wheezes. “He’s doing it on purpose now!”
“YOU THINK?” you shout, flipping Zoro off. “You’re all dead. Every single one of you.”
Luffy tries it next, absolutely terrible at imitation. “BLAH—HUH—BLEH?”
You gag. Again.
He claps. “It works even when I do it!”
Sanji drops to his knees in despair. “Why is she surrounded by monsters.”
Zoro finally chuckles, leaning back against the mast, arms crossed. “Effective, though.”
You glare daggers at him. “I swear to god, moss-head, one day I’m going to stab you with your own sword while you’re asleep.”
He grins. “Worth it.”
You turn on your heel, stalking toward the stairs. “I’m leaving. You’re all twelve.”
You learn very quickly that the crew cannot be trusted with this information in combat.
It starts on an island that smells like rust, smoke, and poor life choices. Pirates rush you from all sides, blades flashing, guns firing, Luffy already laughing as he stretches into the fray.
You’re doing fine. Great, even. Ducking, weaving, yelling helpful things like, “On your left!” and “Don’t step in that!”
Zoro cuts down the last guy near you and exhales sharply.
“Ghhk.”
Your body reacts before your brain does.
“Ugh—hk!”
You stumble mid-swing, barely catching yourself.
Zoro pauses.
Slowly, his head turns.
Oh no.
He smirks.
In the middle of the battlefield, surrounded by enemies, he lets out a perfectly timed, disgustingly realistic, “GHHKK—BLEHH.”
You gag so hard you nearly drop your weapon. “YOU ASSHOLE!”
The pirate in front of you freezes. “Are… are you okay?”
“No!” you snap, gagging again. “I’m just—oh fuck—”
Usopp hears the shouting and peeks over a crate. “Wait. Wait. He didn’t.”
Zoro does it again.
Quieter. Deadlier.
“Hrk.”
You double over. “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU AFTER THIS FIGHT.”
Usopp immediately weaponises it. “OH THIS IS AMAZING.”
He cups his hands and yells, “BLAAAGH—HURK—BLEEEEH!”
You gag mid-dodge and nearly eat dirt.
Sanji drop-kicks the enemy that tries to take advantage of it. “Oi! Don’t mess with her in the middle of combat!”
Luffy skids to a halt beside you, eyes sparkling. “That noise makes you do the noise?”
“Yes!” you choke. “Stop making the noise!”
“Okay!” he says cheerfully.
He immediately turns to the enemy line and shouts, “BLEHHHH!”
You gag again.
“LUFFY!”
He laughs. “It works on command!”
Nami fires a lightning bolt that clears half the field. “I cannot believe this is happening right now.”
Robin snaps an enemy’s spine with calm efficiency. “It is… a fascinating vulnerability.”
“DON’T YOU START,” you warn.
Brook leaps overhead, sword flashing. “Yohohoho! A weakness shared is a weakness halved!”
Then, mid-flip, he adds, “SKRREE—BLURGH!”
You gag so violently you have to grab onto Franky’s arm to stay upright. “BROOK, YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE ORGANS!”
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reader with ptsd/despression crying in sanjis arms after a nightmare perhaps...sanji comforting them perhaps...all her energy is sapped from crying and she falls asleep in his arms....theyre friends...or maybe more you choose man i just want fluff🥹
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Moonlight on the Galley
Sanji x Reader
The dream hits you like a cannonball.
No warning—just darkness, a rush of water, a voice you can’t place, hands reaching, pulling, dragging you back into memories you never asked to keep. Your lungs ache. Your chest tightens. And when you jolt awake, you’re already crying.
The Sunny is quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that makes everything feel louder—your breathing, your heartbeat, the way your fingers shake as you grab the blanket and sit up.
You try to breathe. You try to remember where you are. But the nightmare clings.
You slip from bed and wander. Bare feet on warm wood. Salt air slipping through the hallway. The faint glow of a lantern somewhere ahead. You follow it only because moving hurts less than sitting still.
When you push the galley door open, the light shifts. Warm. Soft. Safe.
Sanji sits at the table, half-asleep, cigarette forgotten beside him, his coat draped over a chair. The moment he sees you—his whole body straightens, concern replacing the tiredness in his eyes.
“…sweetheart?” he murmurs, voice low and gentle so he doesn’t startle you.
Your throat closes. You can't answer. Not without crying harder.
And you do.
You crack.
Sanji is out of his chair so fast it barely makes a sound, his hands warm on your arms, steadying but not grabbing.
“Hey, hey,” he whispers, as if volume might shatter you. “Come here.”
You fold into him because you can’t not. Your forehead presses into his chest, and your fingers clutch the fabric of his shirt like it’s the only thing anchoring you. His arms circle around you slowly, giving you every chance to pull away.
You don’t.
You sink into him like you were meant to.
His hand slides to the back of your head, fingers sifting gently through your hair, his chin resting against your temple. He smells like tea and salt and something warm you can’t name.
“You don’t have to say a thing,” he murmurs. “Just breathe with me.”
But you’re crying too hard to breathe properly. It comes in shaking gasps—years of exhaustion, fear, and guilt tangled up in a knot too heavy for one person to carry. Your legs weaken, your knees wobble.
Sanji feels it instantly.
“Whoa—okay, darling, I got you.”
He shifts, guiding you down onto the bench seat at the table. He sits beside you, pulling you sideways until you're tucked into his chest again, his coat thrown around you like a shield. His thumb wipes the tears off your cheek every time they fall, even though more replace them.
You don’t know how long it takes for your breathing to settle. Five minutes. Twenty. Time feels thick.
Eventually the storm eases, leaving nothing behind but exhaustion—the kind that sinks into your bones.
You sniff once. Twice. And through a cracked voice you mumble, “Sorry… I didn’t mean to—”
Sanji hushes you before you can finish.
“Don’t apologise for being human,” he says softly. “I’m glad you came here instead of crying alone.”
Your eyes flutter. Heavy.
He smiles when he notices. It’s small but warm, like it’s meant just for you.
“Sleep,” he whispers, brushing your hair out of your face. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
You want to tell him you didn’t plan to fall asleep on him.
You want to tell him you’re embarrassed.
You want to tell him you’re grateful.
But all your body can do is lean a little more into him, cheek pressed to his heartbeat. Steady. Warm. Safe.
His hand rubs small circles on your back, slow and rhythmic, as if he’s trying to coax the nightmare completely out of you.
You murmur something unintelligible, the last of your awareness slipping.
He chuckles softly, breath brushing the top of your head.
“Yeah, sweetheart,” he says. “I’ll stay. Try and get rid of me.”
And that’s how the rest of the crew finds the galley the next morning—Sanji slumped against the bench, head rested lightly on top of yours, his coat wrapped around you both like a cocoon.
Luffy blinks.
Nami raises a brow.
Usopp whispers something about “finally.”
Robin smiles knowingly.
Chopper covers his mouth so he won’t squeal.
Zoro just walks out silently and pretends he didn’t see anything.
Franky makes a suppressed “SUPERRR.”
Brook plays the softest lullaby he can possibly manage on a single string.
No one wakes you.
And Sanji?
He smooths your hair once more, face soft as sunrise, before whispering into the quiet:
