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Characters: Shanks x female reader

Plot: Who thought that the only thing able to defeat the mighty Akagami Shanks was a small kiss on the cheek?

Author's note: I have some chapters already written so here you go on the second part!!! I hope you enjoy it as much as I had fun writing it :)

Let me know if you like it (:

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English isn't my first language so l apologise for any mistakes.

Chapter 2

In the captain’s quarters, Shanks was lounging in his hammock, one arm draped lazily behind his head, the other… lightly touching his cheek. He had been awake for a while now, staring at the wooden beams above him, replaying last night over and over in his mind.

"She kissed me on the cheek," Shanks murmured to himself, almost incredulously. "Like I’m some schoolboy with a crush."

He chuckled to himself, shaking his head, but still, his fingers brushed that same spot on his cheek, as if trying to confirm that it had actually happened. For a man who’d sailed across the Grand Line, fought powerful enemies, and built a fearsome reputation as one of the Four Emperors, this little kiss had him more flustered than he cared to admit.

His door suddenly swung open, and in walked Benn Beckman, smoking his usual cigarette, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Captain," Beckman said, exhaling a puff of smoke, "you planning on staying in bed all day? Or are you just going to sit there and pet your face?"

Shanks jumped, his hand quickly dropping from his cheek as he shot Benn a playful glare. "I wasn’t… petting my face."

Benn just raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Right. Sure. Whatever you say."

Shanks swung his legs out of the hammock and stood up, stretching with a loud yawn. "Just gathering my thoughts. A captain’s gotta be sharp, you know?"

Benn chuckled. "Sharp, huh? Is that what we’re calling it now?"

Shanks ignored the jab, pulling on his cloak as he headed toward the door. "What’s the crew up to today?"

"Same old," Benn replied. "Some are stocking supplies, others are getting into trouble in town. But I did notice someone wasn’t out on deck this morning."

Shanks paused in the doorway, glancing back at Benn with a raised eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Y/N," Benn said, watching his captain closely. "She’s usually up and about before most of us, but I haven’t seen her yet. Not since you two disappeared last night."

Shanks felt a flicker of concern, but he tried to play it off casually. "Maybe she’s just sleeping in."

Benn smirked again, tapping the ash from his cigarette. "Maybe. Or maybe she’s avoiding you."

Shanks scoffed, though the thought nagged at him. "Avoiding me? Why would she avoid me? I’m a delightful person."

"Sure, sure," Benn said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Just saying, she might be embarrassed after that kiss”. Shanks raised an eyebrow and Benn shrugged his shoulders “I was on the boar, I was not that far, I saw it. And I don’t think I’ve been the only one”.

Shanks blinked. "It was just a kiss on the cheek."

"Exactly," Benn said, turning to leave. "And yet, here you are, still thinking about it."

Shanks opened his mouth to retort, but Benn was already gone, leaving him alone in the hallway, his mind once again turning back to the previous night.

With a shake of his head and a grin, Shanks headed out onto the deck. The morning sunlight was bright, and the crew was bustling about. He spotted Yasopp and Lucky Roux near the mast, deep in conversation. As he approached, Yasopp caught sight of him and grinned.

"Morning, Captain!" Yasopp called. "You look awfully chipper this morning."

Lucky Roux elbowed Yasopp with a laugh. "Yeah, what’s with that smile? Did you find some treasure last night we don’t know about?"

Shanks just grinned wider. "Maybe I did."

Yasopp and Lucky exchanged amused glances, clearly intrigued, but Shanks didn’t offer any further explanation. Instead, he casually strolled across the deck, his eyes scanning the ship for any sign of Y/N.

It didn’t take long to find her. She was sitting near the bow, staring out at the ocean with a cup of tea in her hands. Her hair was still a bit messy from sleep, and there was a peacefulness about her as she watched the waves.

Shanks hesitated for a moment, then made his way over to her, trying to act as casual as possible. "Hey, Y/N," he said, sliding down to sit beside her.

She glanced over at him, a small, sheepish smile on her face. "Morning, Captain."

"Morning," Shanks said, leaning back against the railing. "You okay? You didn’t come out to breakfast."

Y/N shrugged, looking a bit embarrassed. "I was just… thinking. Needed some quiet time."

Shanks nodded, understanding. "About last night?"

Y/N blushed slightly but nodded. "Yeah… I, uh, may have had a little too much to drink."

Shanks chuckled. "You? Nah. You were fine."

"Was I?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Because I remember doing something that at first I thought it was innocent, but that may have been a bit… forward."

Shanks grinned, touching his cheek again, much to Y/N’s dismay. "You mean the kiss?"

"Yes!" Y/N groaned, watching the tea in her cup. "Sometimes I can’t control who affectionate I am,” she laughed, “I didn’t mean to be weird or—"

"Y/N," Shanks interrupted, laughing softly, "it wasn’t weird. Trust me. I’ve had much stranger things happen to me. A little kiss on the cheek doesn’t even come close to the top ten". She smiled at him, telling herself that she knew she was overthinking this.

They sat in silence for a few moments, both of them watching the waves roll in. Shanks could feel that familiar warmth in his chest, the same one he’d felt last night. There was something about being around Y/N that just made everything feel a little brighter, a little more fun.

"Now, how about we go get some breakfast before Lucky Roux eats everything?", he proposed.

Y/N laughed, the tension between them easing as they stood up and made their way back across the deck. As they walked, Shanks couldn’t help but glance at her out of the corner of his eye, that warm feeling still lingering in his chest.

Maybe Benn was right. Maybe he was still thinking about that kiss. But if that was the case… he didn’t really mind. Not one bit.

Previous chapter

Characters: Shanks x female reader

Plot: Who thought that the only thing able to defeat the mighty Akagami Shanks was a small kiss on the cheek?

Author's note: I know it’s been a lot of time, I still hope you’re around, reading stories and having fun. I have finally decided to write a small fan fiction – I truly hope you like it. It’s funny and cheesy, i just wanted something to make you smile.

Let me know if you like it (:

Also, let me know if you want to be tagged in the next chapters so you don’t miss it!

English isn't my first language so l apologise for any mistakes.

Chapter 1

The white sand beaches stretched endlessly into the distance, palm trees swayed in the tropical breeze, and the town was lively, filled with vibrant markets, laughing locals, and smells of exotic food that made anyone’s stomach rumble. The Red-Haired Pirates had docked for some much-needed rest and everyone seemed to be enjoying it in their own way. Y/N was strolling through the market, her hazel eyes wide with excitement as she took in the sights. Her dark, curly hair bounced with every step, and she occasionally brushed a strand behind her ear as she admired a stall filled with colorful fabrics. She had been with the crew for a while now.

"Well, look at you, buying up the whole market," came a familiar, teasing voice from behind her. Y/N turned around with a smile and found Shanks leaning against a stall post, grinning that boyish grin that could disarm even the most hardened of enemies. His red hair was tousled as always, and his single hand was resting casually on his sword's hilt. Even after all this time, he had that laid-back charm that could make any situation feel lighthearted.

"Captain," Y/N greeted, rolling her eyes. "I’m just browsing, not buying the whole island." Shanks pushed off the post and strolled over to her. "You sure? Because that fabric there looks like it’s about to come home with us." Y/N glanced down at the vibrant blue cloth in her hands. "Maybe," she said playfully, holding it up to her shoulders. "What do you think? Does it suit me?" Shanks tilted his head, pretending to scrutinize her with exaggerated seriousness. "Hmm… let me think. It suits you… but I think you’d look better in red." She raised an eyebrow. "You are so predictable Captain," she laughed. “Are you losing all the wit and charm you had with the ladies every crew member never stops telling me about?” Shanks put his hand on his chest, pretending to be hurt.

"I will try to regain the old version of me," Shanks said with a shrug, though his smile was as wide as ever. They continued walking through the market together. Occasionally, Shanks would point out something ridiculous—a funny-looking fruit, an overly enthusiastic merchant, or a random pirate doing something dumb—and Y/N would burst out laughing, unable to help herself. That was the thing about Shanks: he had a way of making the simplest moments feel like an adventure, of turning the mundane into something memorable. After a while, they found themselves near the beach, where a small tavern sat overlooking the ocean. The sun was beginning to set, casting the sky in hues of pink and orange.

Shanks nudged her with his elbow. "Care for a drink? You can’t browse all day, you know. It’s bad for your health." Y/N laughed again. "Oh, and drinking’s the cure, is it?" "Obviously," he said with mock seriousness. "I’m a seasoned expert in these matters." "Right," she said, shaking her head in amusement. "Fine. But you’re buying." Shanks chuckled. "I had a feeling you’d say that." They entered the tavern and found a spot near the open windows, where the breeze from the ocean kept the air cool. Shanks ordered them a couple of drinks, and they settled into their seats, watching as the sun dipped lower into the horizon.

"So," Y/N began, swirling her drink in her hand, "tell me something, Captain. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever seen on your adventures?" Shanks raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair.

"Weirdest thing, huh? There’s been a lot of weird stuff. But…" He paused for effect, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "There was that one time we ran into a group of singing turtles." Y/N blinked, her expression deadpan. "Singing turtles." "Yup," Shanks said, nodding seriously. "Big ones, too. About the size of a small house. And they sang like a choir."

Y/N burst out laughing, shaking her head. "You’re making that up." "I’m not!" Shanks said, feigning offense. "They sang sea shanties. Terribly out of tune, I might add."

"Uh-huh," Y/N said, still laughing.

"And what did you do? Start a band with them?"

"Don’t be ridiculous," Shanks said with a grin. "We challenged them to a drinking contest. Naturally, we won."

"Naturally," Y/N said, rolling her eyes again.

"You always have the most ridiculous stories, you know that?"

"It’s part of my charm," Shanks said with a wink, raising his glass to her. Y/N clinked her glass against his and took a sip, her laughter fading into a comfortable smile. She found herself looking at Shanks a little longer than usual, noticing the way the fading light caught in his red hair, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. He had always been larger than life to her—this legendary pirate who seemed untouchable. But moments like this made him feel more real, more human.

Shanks caught her staring and raised an eyebrow.

"What? Do I have something in my teeth?"

Y/N blushed, quickly looking away. "No, I just… I was just thinking. You’re not,” she snorted at the sight of her Captain chacking his teeth in the bottle reflection. “You’ve nothing in your teeth Shanks!,” she said laughing, taking the bottle away from his hand and pouring some more rum in her glass.

“It’s just you’re not what I expected."

"Is that a compliment?" Shanks asked, his tone teasing.

"Maybe".

Shanks leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at her intently. "Care to elaborate?" Y/N hesitated for a moment before sighing. "You’re this famous pirate, right? You’ve done all these amazing things, and everyone looks up to you. But... you're also just so laid-back and carefree. I guess I expected you to be more serious, more... I don’t know, professional?"

Shanks chuckled softly, taking a long sip from his drink before leaning back in his chair again. He gazed out at the horizon, where the last slivers of the sun were dipping below the waves. "Well, life’s too short to be professional all the time," he said finally. "I’ve seen enough of the world to know that if you don’t stop to laugh every now and then, you miss out on the best parts."

Y/N smiled at that. It was such a simple philosophy, but it suited Shanks perfectly. He was this legendary figure who could stop entire fleets with a single glance, but he chose to live his life with joy and lightness. It was one of the things she admired most about him.

"You really believe that?" Y/N asked softly.

Shanks turned his gaze back to her, his expression softening. "I do," he said seriously. "The world is dangerous enough as it is. If you can find something to smile about—even in the worst of times—then you’ve got something precious. Something worth holding onto."

Y/N nodded, taking in his words. They sat in companionable silence for a few moments, the sound of the waves and distant laughter from the tavern filling the air. She felt a sense of peace wash over her, and for a moment, everything felt perfect.

Then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, Shanks leaned forward again, breaking the quiet. "But if you’re looking for a serious side, I can always put on my best pirate voice and go all ‘Captain Shanks’ on you. Arrrr!" He exaggerated his voice, deepening it in a ridiculous way, his eyes glinting with humor.

Y/N burst out laughing again, shaking her head. "No, no! Please don’t! I like this version of you much better."

Shanks grinned, clearly pleased with her reaction. "I’ll keep that in mind, then. But just so you know, the pirate voice is always on standby."

They both laughed, and Shanks took another long drink from his glass, his eyes twinkling with mischief as they continued their playful banter. The night deepened around them, and the tavern slowly grew quieter as more people trickled out. But Y/N and Shanks stayed, enjoying each other's company, the easy laughter between them, and the comfort of knowing that, for now at least, the world outside their little bubble could wait.

As the hours passed and their conversation slowly began to wind down, Shanks leaned back in his chair, stretching lazily. "Well, as much as I love good company, I suppose we should head back before the crew starts thinking we’ve run off on some grand adventure without them."

Y/N smirked. "They’ll probably assume you’re off drinking the night away, as usual."

Shanks chuckled. "They wouldn’t be wrong."

Together, they rose from their seats, leaving a few money on the table to cover their drinks. The walk back to the ship was quiet, but not uncomfortably so. The town had settled down for the night, and only a few people remained in the streets, wandering lazily between taverns or heading home. The ocean breeze was cooler now, and the stars were beginning to twinkle above them. They calmly walked near each other, Y/N a bit stumbling in her own steps, the liquor starting to have a light effect on her.

As they reached the edge of the dock where their ship was moored, Y/N slowed her steps, her thoughts turning inward again. She felt a strange tug in her chest—something she hadn’t quite felt before. It was the kind of feeling that made her stomach flip and her heart race just a little bit faster. Something about being around Shanks made her feel... different.

She stopped just before they reached the gangplank, turning to face him. "Hey, Shanks?"

"Hm?" He turned, his expression curious.

"I... just wanted to say thanks," Y/N said, suddenly feeling shy for no reason she could explain. "For today. For everything, really."

Shanks smiled, and there was something warm in his gaze that made her feel lighter. "You don’t have to thank me, Y/N. I’m just glad to see you happy."

Y/N nodded, biting her lip to keep from smiling too wide. Before she could stop herself, she leaned in and kissed him softly on his left cheek, just right below the scar that he much hated.

Shanks blinked, clearly surprised by the gesture, but his surprise quickly melted into a wide grin. "Well now, that’s not something I was expecting."

"Goodnight, Captain," she said. Shanks chuckled, watching as she walked up the gangplank and onto the ship. "Goodnight, Y/N."

As she disappeared into the ship, Shanks lingered for a moment, staring out at the ocean, a thoughtful expression on his face. His hand absentmindedly touched the spot on his cheek where her lips had been, and for the first time in a long while, he felt a strange, almost boyish excitement.

"She’s something else," he muttered to himself with a grin, before following her onto the ship.

I’m sorry I disappeared my life has been such a rollercoaster of thing to do you have no idea.

I have been working on loads of articles for my magazine, I have been super busy.

Anyway, I SWEAR I will try to be more here, I have missed you a lot and thank you for all the kind messages you’ve been sending me these past few months.

I’ll try to post some new OS very soon… any ideas?

Love you,

I hope life is being kind to you,

Characters: Sanji x Female Reader; Law x Female Reader

Plot: this one was a request from the sweet and loving @potatoleon who asks: I was thinking about confessing love accidentally under the influence of alcohol 😅 The crew had a party, and the reader (I was thinking that, like in the first story with Sanji, the reader would be taller) was taking care of (separately) Sanji and Law because they drank too much (she could help them get to bed, carry them, or something similar). In the morning, they realized what they had said, and a bit panicked, they went to talk to the reader 🥹

Author's note: I have changed a few thing, but here I am! I will post also in the next few days a similar version but with Shanks in it. I hope you enjoy this one in the mean time, feels nice to be back (: ______

Law x Female reader

The island was buzzing with activity as the Heart Pirates gathered supplies for their journey. The sky was bright, the air warm, and the locals welcoming. Trafalgar Law watched his crew move about the market, gathering provisions and making deals with the locals.

Law lingered by a stall, his arms crossed as he kept an eye on the crew, but his attention kept drifting elsewhere. More specifically, to Y/N, who was standing by a fruit vendor, laughing with a stranger. The sunlight seemed to make her glow even brighter, her small frame practically vibrating with joy as she animatedly spoke.

He gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his chest. It was ridiculous to feel this way, he told himself. Jealousy wasn’t something he entertained. It wasn’t logical, and it certainly wasn’t becoming of a captain. Besides, Y/N was always bright and friendly with everyone—it was just her nature.

But no matter how much he tried to rationalize it, the sight of her laughing and chatting so easily with another man irritated him more than it should. Law shoved his hands into his pockets, frowning deeply. I’m being stupid, he thought. I don’t need… I don’t need this. I don’t need her…

The rest of the day was a blur of activity, but Law found it impossible to get Y/N out of his mind. He avoided her when they returned to the ship, hoping the distance would help him calm down. But as night fell and the crew gathered on the deck to celebrate their successful trip with drinks and laughter, he found himself once again gravitating toward her.

He never drank with the crew. As a doctor, he knew the effects alcohol had on the body, and he wasn’t interested in clouding his mind. But tonight, with Y/N’s laughter floating through the air and the memory of that stupid stranger still stuck in his head, Law found himself reaching for a drink.

At first, he tried to pace himself, telling himself he would have just one. But one turned into two, and two turned into far too many. By the time the celebration was winding down, Law was more than a little drunk, the usual sharpness in his gaze softened into a hazy blur.

Y/N noticed him slouched against the ship’s railing, his face flushed and his eyes half-lidded. She blinked in surprise—Law never drank, let alone drank this much. Concerned, she made her way over to him, crouching down beside him.

“Captain,” she said gently, her voice tinged with amusement. “You’re not looking too good.”

Law grunted in response, but when he looked up at her, his gaze softened. “Y/N…” he muttered, his voice slurred. “Why are you always so… so bright?”

She chuckled and placed a hand on his arm. “Come on, let’s get you to bed before you embarrass yourself.”

He allowed her to help him up, though his legs wobbled beneath him. As they made their way to his quarters, he kept muttering under his breath, something about how she was too kind, too joyful, too everything.

By the time they reached his room, he was leaning heavily against her, his head drooping forward. Y/N helped him inside, guiding him to his bed with surprising strength for someone so much smaller than him.

“You didn’t have to drink so much, Captain,” she said with a smile as she eased him down onto the bed. “I know how I always said I love drinking and that I’d fall for someone who could keep up with me, but you really didn’t need to drink this much just to impress me. You do that well enough already.”

Law blinked up at her, his mind slow to process her words. “I… I love you,” he mumbled, the words spilling out before he could stop them.

Law’s eyelids felt impossibly heavy, and his thoughts floated hazily as Y/N tucked him into bed. He blinked up at her, the words slipping out before he even realized he’d spoken them.

“I really do love you,” he mumbled again, his voice soft and slurred.

For a moment, silence hung in the air. Y/N’s breath hitched, her eyes widening as she looked down at him in surprise. “Don’t… don’t fool with me,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I’ve suffered long enough, Law.”

He blinked again, clearly registering her disbelief even through his drunken haze. His brows furrowed, and he clumsily reached for her hand, his grip loose but warm. “Y/N, I… I’m not fooling,” he murmured. “You… you’re all I think about.”

She pulled her hand away gently, her heart aching even as she forced a small, sad smile. “You’re drunk, Captain,” she said softly, almost as if to remind herself. “We’ll talk about this in the morning.”

Law mumbled something incoherent, his eyes slipping closed, though his hold on her hand lingered until he finally fell asleep. Y/N brushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead and sighed, the soft pang of unfulfilled hope weighing on her heart.

Law woke up with a pounding headache and the faintest memory of Y/N’s hand in his. He groaned, pulling the pillow over his face as he tried to recall what had happened the night before. But his mind was blank, the details lost in a fog of alcohol.

Just then, there was a soft knock at his door. Law stiffened, heart pounding as he heard Y/N’s familiar voice. “Captain? Can I come in?”

He forced himself to sit up, tossing the pillow aside as he rubbed his temples. “Y-yeah, come in.”

Y/N stepped inside, carrying a glass of water and painkillers. She set them on the table beside him and took a seat at the edge of his bed, looking at him with an expression he couldn’t quite read.

“So… about last night,” she began, her voice hesitant.

Law’s stomach twisted, his mind racing as he tried to remember what he might’ve said. “Did… did I do something?”

Y/N looked down, wringing her hands. “You… you told me you loved me,” she said quietly, her voice laced with uncertainty. “But it’s okay, it’ nothing, really — you were so drunk I honestly didn’t thought you’d be already awake”.

His eyes widened, the memory coming back to him in pieces. He swallowed hard, his heart pounding. “I… I wasn’t drunk”. Y/n raised an eyebrow. “I mean… I was drunk, but I wasn’t lying,” he said, his voice soft but steady. “I just… I’m not great at this. I didn’t want to admit it, even to myself. But it’s true.”

She glanced up at him, her eyes wary, searching his face for any sign of deception. “Law,” she murmured, almost pleading. “Please don’t say it if you don’t mean it.”

“I do mean it,” he insisted, reaching for her hand. “I just… I was scared. I thought I didn’t need anyone. But you…” He took a shaky breath, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “You make me feel things I thought I’d never feel.”

Y/N’s lips parted, her eyes filling with tears she tried to blink away. “You really mean that?”

Law nodded, a faint, earnest smile crossing his face. “Yeah. I want to try, if you’ll give me a chance.”

After a long moment, Y/N’s face softened, a warm smile breaking through. She squeezed his hand, the hope and happiness finally finding their way to her heart.

“I’ll give you a chance,” she said softly, her voice barely a whisper. “But only if you promise to stop doing stupid things to impress me.”

He chuckled, his smile widening. “Deal.”

They sat there, hands entwined, each finally letting down their guard to embrace the warmth and love they’d both been too afraid to accept.

Sanji x Female Reader

The kitchen of the Thousand Sunny was bathed in the soft glow of evening light as Sanji carefully mixed ingredients, his fingers moving with precision as he crafted his latest creation. He glanced up every now and then, anticipation bubbling in his chest. He had planned this evening carefully—just the two of them. 

He thought no one could be worst that Luffy, but then Y/N joined the crew. She was a regular in the kitchen, always pestering him for a taste of whatever he was cooking, sneaking up behind him and making him startle, as she was a bit taller than him. Sanji didn’t mind; in fact, he lived for these moments when they’d flirt back and forth, her teasing laced with laughter, his words full of admiration. But tonight was different.

Tonight, he had a plan, one he hoped would finally let him express more than just his usual banter. He knew Y/N liked alcohol—maybe a little more than it was wise—so he had been working on some new cocktails just for her. Tonight, he’d invite her to try them out. It was the perfect excuse to spend time together, alone.

“Sanji!” 

Her voice echoed through the ship before she appeared at the kitchen door, all long legs and that unmistakable grin. She ducked slightly as she entered, though her height still made her tower over him. It wasn’t something that usually fazed him, but sometimes—like now—it made his heart beat just a little faster.

“What’s cookin’, chef?” Y/N asked, her voice teasing as she leaned against the counter, already eyeing the bottles of liquor he had arranged.

“I’ve been working on some new cocktails,” Sanji said, smoothing his hair nervously. “Thought you might like to be the first to try them.”

“Cocktails, huh? This better not be one of your plans to charm me with fancy drinks and compliments.”

Sanji smirked, playing along. “Who, me? I’d never.”

Y/N laughed, her eyes sparkling. “Well, you’ve got my attention. Let’s see what you’ve got, Romeo.”

Sanji’s heart swelled as he poured the first drink, a vibrant mix of citrus and rum. Y/N took a sip, eyes widening with approval.

“Oh, this is good!” she said, grinning. “I knew you had skills, but this… this is special.”

Sanji felt a rush of pride, his confidence rising. “I’m glad you like it. There’s more where that came from.”

They moved through a second drink, then a third, while snacking on some little appetizers Sanji had previously cooked, hoping it would help him to stay sober. Y/N, with her usual easygoing nature, was still perfectly composed, sipping with the practiced ease of someone who could handle their liquor. Sanji, however, wasn’t faring as well. By the time he finished his third drink, the world was spinning slightly, and he couldn’t quite focus on Y/N’s face anymore.

She noticed. 

“Sanji…” Y/N chuckled, taking his glass from him. “You’re looking a little… unsteady there.”

Sanji waved his hand, trying to appear composed, though his speech was already a little slurred. “I’m fine! Perfectly… fine.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh.”

Then, in a moment of drunken clarity, Sanji blurted out, “I did this… for you.”

Y/N blinked. “What?”

“The drinks! I—I wanted to impress you. I thought… maybe if we drank together, I could flirt with you a little more, and you’d…” He trailed off, his cheeks flushing red as he realized what he’d just admitted.

Y/N’s laughter rang out, full of warmth. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

Sanji groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I wasn’t trying to be adorable.”

“Well, too late. You are.”

She set her drink down and moved closer to him, bending down slightly to meet his eyes. “You didn’t need to make me fancy drinks to impress me, Sanji. I already like you.”

His heart stumbled over itself. “You… you do?”

“Mhm.” Y/N leaned in, her lips brushing his cheek, and Sanji’s brain short-circuited. 

Then, before he could respond, she kissed him, soft and teasing, just enough to make his heart race. When she pulled back, he was speechless, his face burning hotter than his stove.

But then, the alcohol really hit, and he swayed on his feet, his vision going blurry. Y/N caught him before he could fall.

“Alright, Romeo,” she said with a laugh. “Time to get you to bed.”

Sanji tried to protest, but his words were incoherent as she helped him stumble down the hall to his cabin. He collapsed onto his bed with a groan, and Y/N knelt beside him, brushing the hair from his face.

“You really overdid it,” she teased, pulling the blanket over him. 

He grabbed her hand, his eyes half-lidded but serious. “Don’t go.”

Y/N smiled softly and sat down beside him on the bed. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Sanji drifted off into a deep sleep, her hand still in his.

---

When he woke the next morning, the light pouring through the window made him wince. His head pounded, and for a moment, he couldn’t remember how he’d gotten there. But then he noticed Y/N, lying beside him, her arm draped casually over his chest.

Panic set in.

“What—what happened?” Sanji whispered to himself, his face turning beet red as memories from the night before rushed back.

Y/N stirred beside him, stretching before she opened her eyes. “Morning, Sanji,” she said, her voice still sleepy but full of amusement.

Sanji sat up quickly, flustered. “Why are you— did we—?”

She grinned, enjoying his discomfort. “Relax. Nothing happened. You got drunk, confessed you were trying to impress me, and then I kissed you.”

His mouth fell open. “Y-you kissed me?”

“Yep.” She sat up, looking way too comfortable for someone who had just dropped that bomb. “And then you passed out, so I put you to bed.”

Sanji ran a hand through his hair, his mind racing. “And you stayed?”

“I didn’t want to leave you alone in case you needed anything,” Y/N said, then leaned over to kiss him again, her lips soft and lingering this time. “Also, because I like you. A lot.”

Sanji blinked, completely stunned. “I—wait—what?”

Y/N laughed softly, cupping his face. “I fancy you, Sanji. No need to impress me.”

Sanji felt like his heart was about to explode. “I—really like you too, Y/N,” he stammered, his usual charm completely failing him in the face of her confession.

“Good,” she whispered, kissing him once more before pulling back with a smile. “Now, how about you cook me some breakfast? And maybe no more cocktails for you.”

I hope you’re all doing fine (:

I’ve been back home to my beloved Amalfi coast for a few days before returning to Rome on Monday to the office, sigh.

As I previously wrote, unfortunately a lot has been going on with my life (I will explain everything in the next days (: ), but I’m a very grateful and positive person, so I’m trying to hang on the best way I can. It’s just that healing takes time and we usually forget about it.

ANYWAY, let’s jump to the fun part!

I have just posted a new OS - one of the many request that you sent me - and I will be more active in the next days.

In the mean time, I will leave you with the OS about Law and Sanji; I hope you will enjoy it.

I hope you’re alright, i guess I will just enjoy the beach for a little more these days (always loved autumn in the Mediterranean: it still feels like summer).

I already wrote to much, love you all.

S.

I’m not dead, I swear,

A lot has been going on with my life and I have been very sad for some things that have happened so I need a bit of time.

On top of that I haven’t had the chance to slow down at work which is a bit stressing cause I didn’t have the time to take care of me properly BUT is also amazing cause me and my colleagues have just done something so fucking amazing I still can’t believe it!!!

We collaborated with the Italian Vanity Fair and I have been an editor for 5 articles and a writer for another one, so I’m very excited. This week the issues has been published so we’ve been celebrating a lot but me and my team have been very busy.

I’ll be back as soon as I can, I just had a lot to do with work and have been a bit sad about private stuff. Things will be better and I’ll return writing this OS you happen to like once again.

I hope you’re all doing fine, thank you for your lovely messages (:

I am truly mortified about my absence, my life is truly a bit of a mess right now (I’m still looking for a new house so I’m going a bit mad).

BUT

I just wanted to tell you that I have been a bit writing and that in the next week I’ll do my best to keep up with everything you asked me too.

In the mean time if you want you can still send me some new requests and I’ll be glad to write them down as soon as I can.

I miss you all a lot.

I’m sorry, I’ve been very busy (:

I left my hometown cause august is over (sigh) and so is my remote working time. I left the beautiful place I live (not to brag but I live in the middle of the Amalfi coast and the cilento coast in a city on the beach so yeah, everytime I leave is a fucking tragedy), and now I’m back at my office in Rome.

I will be busy during the next days cause my magazine is sending me all over Italy for some works (it’s festival season, what a caos), but I’m writing!

You sent me some amazing request and I can’t wait to share it with you. Also, a good news! I finished writing the shanks fan fiction, I will have to edit it though. So yeah, maybe this week is going to be a mess but istg you’ll be fed next weeks 💯💯

For now the best I can do is gift you two photos: one of my favourite view spots from home and a lovely spot of yesterday’s afternoon in rome

hey! thank you for the question, I think it's very interesting. As someone who as a degree in literature and also in creative writing I can't help but give you two different answers, a short one and a more articulated one, hope you won't mind! Short one: Brook (i just think he is super cool), Ace (I'm in love with his freckles, sorry not sorry) and Luffy (I'm a sucker for those who are kind and I think Oda in his design was able to project an unusual and adorable kidness for a draw). Long one: The one thing you learn over time, whether it is studying fiction or any other piece of media, it's the importance of developing a character whose characteristics are evident not only by his words or actions, but also by his appearence. One of the reason I really appreciate One Piece, not being a particular anime or manga fan myself, is especially the symbolism.

Let's take Fujitora for example, which - in my useless and humble opinion - is a perfect type of character with a design that serves more than its basic purpose.

Fujitora’s design is one of understated power and humility. His blindness is an immediate link to the Roman goddess of Justice. Iustitia (her latin name) was introduced by emperor Augustus, and even if she was not a very old deity in the Roman pantheon, was one of the most celebrated. She had a bandage on her eyes, thus representing her impartiality. Fujitora’s blindness is a key symbolic element of his design, representing his commitment to true justice—justice that is not swayed by appearances or prejudice.

His sword cane is another important symbol; it signifies both his power and his restraint. Fujitora could easily wreak havoc with his gravity powers, but his cane suggests that he chooses to walk a measured, careful path. The traditional elements of his attire, combined with his Marine coat, indicate his respect for tradition and order, in the sense of the true and old values they have to follow to be righteous. His design aligns perfectly with his character as a man of deep conviction and moral integrity. His calm, composed appearance belies the immense power he wields. Fujitora's simple, dignified appearance allows his actions and words to take center stage, making his character memorable not just for his power, but for his profound sense of duty and morality.

Ciaooo and thank you so much <3 I'm glad you like my url. You've an amazing icon btw, long live Fitzgerald.

(ran into this post while writing it and this draw stuck with me lol)

Appearance: The cat is a black cat with a small patch of white fur on its chest, vaguely reminiscent of a Jolly Roger if you watch it from afar. His eyes are a striking gold, and he has a permanently disinterested expression on his face. He wears a tiny, straw hat on a string around his neck, a miniature version of Luffy's iconic hat, gifted by Usopp.

Personality: The cat is the epitome of laziness. He spends most of his time lounging in the sun on the Thousand Sunny, draped over Zoro's swords, curled up in Robin's lap while she reads, or nestled into Chopper’s fur. Despite his apparent lethargy, actually the cat is highly intelligent and observant, often seen watching the crew's antics with half-lidded eyes, as if silently judging them.

Interactions with the Crew:

Luffy: Luffy adores it, frequently trying to play with him. However, the cat often ignores Luffy’s attempts at play, which only makes Luffy more determined to win him over. Sometimes, the cat will humor Luffy by swatting at a string or lightly biting his fingers, but only if he's in the mood.

Zoro: the cat has an unspoken bond with Zoro. They both enjoy napping in the same sunny spots on the ship, and it is often found curled up on Zoro’s chest while he sleeps. The crew jokes that the cat is Zoro’s spirit animal because of their shared love of sleep and that if the cat could drink, he would do it, as it already gives annoyed glances at people passing by when it's not in the mood.

Nami: Nami has a soft spot for the cat, though she tries to pretend she doesn’t. She'll often sneak him little treats from the kitchen and make sure he has a warm blanket on colder nights. It repays her with the occasional nuzzle against her leg, but only when no one is looking.

Usopp: Usopp loves telling the cat exaggerated stories, acting out grand adventures for the cat's supposed amusement. It usually just stares at him with a blank and annoyed expression, but Usopp is convinced that the cat is secretly fascinated.

Sanji: Sanji is the only one who can consistently coax the cat into being active, usually by tempting him with gourmet fish dishes. It will actually get up and follow Sanji around the kitchen if he smells something delicious being prepared, occasionally “helping” by sitting in the middle of whatever Sanji is working on.

Chopper: It is surprisingly gentle with Chopper, often sitting quietly beside him when he’s working in the infirmary. Chopper is convinced that the cat has a calming effect on patients, so he always welcomes the cat's presence.

Robin: of course it spends the most time with Robin. He'll curl up on her lap while she reads, occasionally batting at the pages if he gets bored. Robin enjoys his quiet company and often gives him scratches behind the ears, which it secretly loves.

Franky: Franky tried to build the cat a super high-tech cat bed, but it ignored it in favor of sleeping on top of a random pile of junk. Franky was initially disappointed, but he respects its independence, often chatting with him while he works on the Sunny.

Brook: Brook enjoys playing music for the cat, who will sometimes tap his tail in time with the beat, but only if it's a particularly mellow tune. Brook would like to caress him with his fingertips, but he hasn't have any cause he's dead oh oh oh

Jinbe: Jinbe is indifferent to the cat's laziness but respects the cat's serenity. They share a mutual understanding, often sitting together in silence during quiet moments on the ship.

Bonus:

Despite his lazy nature, the cat has surprisingly sharp reflexes. He has been known to catch flies out of the air with lightning speed or avoid falling objects with grace. In battle, though he rarely participates, he’ll sometimes trip up enemies with a well-timed pounce or swipe, then immediately go back to lounging.