#donvampiro

he’s not dumb though. he gets that “husband” is kind of… the next level. or something like that. he sometimes thinks about it, but it’s not really one of his plans. still, if it can make you happy, then he’ll follow you. he’ll always follow you.

‘yeah give me some more please. my husband eats… a lot.’, you’d suggest to a merchant on a random island where the crew would stop.

— ‘ya mean, King of husbands.’, he’d reply nonchalantly, his mouth full of food taken from the display.

— ‘Luffy what-’

Roronoa Zoro

here’s another one who isn’t attached to labels.

Zoro knows he loves you and would do anything for you. he knows your presence is priceless, and that your relationship brings some kind of peace in his warrior’s life. you’re like a lucky star, radiant and source of hope. Zoro is not a man of great speeches, but if he knows one thing, it is that he and you share a very strong bond that he’d fight to preserve — that’s probably what we call love.

he’d be quite confused, though, when he heard you refer to him as your “husband” — confused and a little panicked, though he wouldn’t show it. still... “husband”? wait, since when? why doesn’t he remember? what happened? his mind spirals, but yet, without hesitation, he would come to you and ask about it.

‘are we married?’, he’d question in astonishment, as if you were revealing to him a truth kept secret for millennia; and you’d chuckle. this guy fr.

— ‘do you want us to be?’, you’d tease, making him roll his eyes in a grunt.

— ‘nevermind. m’gonna take a nap.’ 

the slight blush on the shell of his ears doesn’t escape your gaze as he leaves. you’re always so good at flustering him. but oh, you want to play it like that? don't underestimate him. maybe you two should actually get married…

Vinsmoke Sanji

FINALLY he can use the ring he always has ready for you in his pocket /j

do i really need to remind y’all of this? Sanji is a man with loooots of love to spare, and his relationship with you is so dear to him. he’s attentive to what you do, what you say, he does everything in his power to be there for you, and hopes that your sweet lil couple will last. forever, please.

i mean yeah, bro’s your boyfriend, but what if — what if — one day, he becomes your husband?? unlike the other two rascals, for Sanji, it does make the difference. this mere thought makes him all giddy. and that’s why hearing this word roll off your tongue, in such a sweet voice, to refer to him… oh, the things you do to this man.

nosebleed and heart eyes? probably. but above all, his desire to preserve, to treasure your relationship and make you happy is all the more reinforced. you already see him as your husband — this would mean that you too love him and trust him so much that you are planning for the long term, even into marriage, right? and Sanji would never dare to break your dream.

— ‘ugh, no! i’d never wear that’, you’d cringe, heat creeping up your cheekbones. ‘it’s… i don’t know, grandma-ish.’

— ‘would suit Koby though.’, he’d nod thoughtfully, grabbing another handful of food and stuffing his face, without taking his eyes off the magazine as you’d stare at him, stunned.

maybe you’d sometimes appreciate more seriousness from him during these moments, maybe not; but the fact remains that you’d never lose hope that Luffy would give you some clues about his own tastes, and not just wandering or intrusive thoughts that amuse him.

Luffy would approach these moments between you two as something very playful, a little game even. thus, when you would timidly ask him ‘do you think i’ll look good in these?’ while pointing at something in the magazine, he’d look at you for a moment, tilting his head in surprise, his eyes widening.

‘are there really any outfits you don’t look good in, (y/n)??’, he’d ask, genuinely wondering.

and there you got your answer. Luffy doesn’t get lost in great considerations. you’re (y/n), you’re the most beautiful no matter what outfit you choose to wear — and no, you can’t argue with that. you are. that’s it.

Roronoa Zoro

‘what do you think about this dress, Zoro?’

— ‘nothing. i don’t wear dresses.’

that’s it, that’s the kind of answer you’d often get while flipping through a clothing magazine, sitting next to Zoro who’s sleeping with one eye open. it’s always calm times that you spend together, you going about your business, Zoro resting next to you, arms crossed behind his head.

unlike Luffy or Sanji, he has no particular interest in fashion magazines or even looking at them with you. he also isn’t fussy about how you dress up, as long as it pleases you and is practical for the fights you might have to face.

nevertheless, that doesn’t mean Zoro would be indifferent to your eyes fascinated by the different outfits, to the discreet glances you’d give him, alternating between the pages and his face. as he’d close his eyes, your silence would only confirm what the swordsman would already know. yes, he’d know you want to ask him something, but you’re shy. he wouldn’t force you to talk. never. so, he’d wait, until your voice is heard again.

‘it’s not about you, dummy’, you’d pout, the small, murmured slur — devoid of any malice —  making him meet your gaze as you continued, blushing slightly. ‘d-do you think i’d look good in it?... like, in this dress.’

Zoro’s eyes would lazily drop down to the dress you’re pointing at on the catalog page, before returning to stare into your own pupils. he’s a skilled fighter. he knows how to read the emotions crossing the eyes of those in front of him. your uncertainty, your confusion, and your hope wouldn’t escape his gaze, whose tenderness he hopes you perceive. his voice is soft as he answers you.

‘yeah. you’d look awesome. don’t doubt it.’, he’d state like it’s obvious, in an assertive and somewhat harsh tone, but you’d know better as you’d feel his arms wrapping around you to pull you back to him. ‘now enough with this magazine. come to sleep.’

Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji takes a genuine interest in the way you dress up. not that he has anything to complain about — far from it! — it’s more that he loves seeing you wear all kinds of clothes, try different styles, and above all, enjoy yourself. what you want comes before what he’d like to see — even if, you know, if you’re okay with it, it would be great if you tried on that outfit he noticed in last month’s magazine… 👉👈

he’d be honored if you let him look at fashion magazines with you. not only would he be glad to share a sweet moment with you, but it would also be an opportunity for him to admire your shy but always radiant gaze as you discover outfits that you like. he’d also find himself scanning the catalog, looking for clothes that could match yours.

he would listen to your questions and wouldn’t hesitate to take the lead, pointing out the outfits he considered would go nicely with you. yes, rest assured: your beauty is beyond any comparison or limits for Sanji.

‘look at this, (y/n)-chwan! it would be perfect to go with your (fav color) coat! you’re the one who wears this color best after all.’

— ‘r-really? thank you…’, you’d whisper timidly, looking away, and your eyes would fall back on the outfit you hadn’t been able to take your eyes off since earlier. The question would fall off your tongue almost instantly. ‘what about this? do you think i’d look good in these?...’

Sanji’s reply would be almost instantaneous. if there’s one thing you don’t have to doubt, it’s your beauty and your elegance. you’re a ravishing person, it’s you who makes the clothes look great, and certainly not the other way around. Sanji has told you this several times already, and you know he genuinely means it.

overall, Luffy loves all the things that make you unique, and he doesn’t hesitate to tell everyone about them with a big, toothy grin as he speaks loudly.

‘oh, look at those teeth marks! guess (y/n)’s been there!’

might pick up on your habit and start biting you too btw. to show you affection and solidarity ig

he’d understand pretty quickly that it’s not a good sign tho. so, every time he sees you're biting something, he wouldn’t hesitate to bring you back to him in a big, bone-crushing hug, before nuzzling his nose in your hair. Luffy’s not the type to declaim big speeches when you’re not feeling well. but he’ll always show you that he’s there for you.

Roronoa Zoro

the first time you’d bite him or anything on the ship, he’d be very confused. like, really confused. cocking an eyebrow and looking at you in puzzlement.

‘oi. tables are not edible, silly.’

— ‘neither are swords.’, you’d mumble. ‘and yet you always have one between your teeth.’

it would be this retort (that would leave him like 😦) which would make him understand quite quickly that this habit of biting things would never bode well.

Zoro isn’t very reassured when he sees you biting anything and everything.

biting him? well, it can take him by surprise, but hey, if it can keep you from biting furniture, fine. biting everyday objects? he’s less of a fan of that. Zoro’s always a little apprehensive about the idea of ​​you breaking your teeth or something.

he would try to help you so that you would get out of this habit. he sees that you’re upset, so he’d try his best to be there for you, to listen to you a little more. he’d be a lil awkward sometimes, but he’s doing his best i swear!

Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji would be somewhat surprised at first — it hurts! 🥺 —, but would let you do it. i mean, if it’s you… yeah, you can do whatever you want to him.

i’d even go so far as to say that he likes having the marks of your teeth on him

Sanji would never blame you for this habit, but it would worry him. on the one hand, because it’s not good for your teeth; on the other hand, because he knows it means that you’re upset.

‘(y/n)-chwan, you seem anxious. but why don’t you bite this instead of... the chair?’, he would suggest to you in a small voice, handing you an apple.

he would try to make sure you find other ways to relax. Sanji listens to your joys as well as your needs and worries. and if there’s one thing he wants to avoid, it’s you getting hurt because of this habit.

you’ve been busy for a while now — for too long, in Nami’s opinion — and she's determined to put an end to it all to finally get you interested in her. there are many schemes possible, but she'd decide to keep it simple. you two spotted an item in a magazine some time ago, and would be very excited to use it. Nami would decide to do it without you though, purposely walking past you with the package in her hands. she hoped it would get your attention — and it did.

‘Oh, it finally arrived? Great! Let me see’, you’d beam, running towards her all smiles, and Nami would smirk. Everything was going just as expected.

- ‘Ah ah ah’, she’d tease, holding the item in the air. ‘i was the one who picked it up first, so it’s up to me to see what it’s like first.’

feigning nonchalance, she might walk a little further away from you, maybe not, before turning around and giving you a mischievous look you knew (too) well.

‘If you’re willing to pay the price though, (y/n), i’ll let you see it first.’

- ‘fine. what about some cuddles?’, you’d suggest.

- ‘mmhh, if that’s what you want’, she’d wink. ‘sounds fair.’

you rolled your eyes. Nami is an impish person, but it’ll always take more than that to fool you. deep down, you knew exactly what she wanted from the start...

Roronoa Zoro

he's both tsundere-ish and not tsundere about it. our marimo wants your attention and craves your affection but doesn’t want to have to ask for it. so he won’t.

you're chatting, sitting on the deck, and his eyes would be following you discreetly (or not), thinking that he’d like your eyes to be on him, that he could feel your touch. Zoro’s eyebrows are furrowed but his gaze is not severe. he looks thoughtful. admiring. admiring you.

without warning or waiting for permission, he would come sit next to you and perhaps rest his head on your shoulder, arms crossed and eyelids closed, always with that expression that those who didn't make the effort to know him would have taken for irritation.

maybe you’d turn to him and place a kiss on his face, maybe not, either way you would give him the attention he seems to be seeking.

‘Oi, don’t move. Lemme sleep.’, he would say grumpily, but you know better.

you’d let out a chuckle while you see his features soften as well as a hint of pink tint his ears. he’s so obvious. you don’t know if he’s trying to be subtle though. either way, you’d let him.

his arms would uncross and he’d let his hand rest at your side. You’d get the hint and intertwine your fingers accordingly; earning a small, content hum from Zoro. bro’s a simple guy. and with you two so close, he'd think he couldn’t be more happy.

Vinsmoke Sanji

boy’s feeling touch-starved & craving your attention 24/7. but he tries to contain himself to give you space. however, if he could, Sanji would stick to you like glue all the time.

but sometimes it's just too much for him, he needs your attention just like he needs to show you his affection, i mean look at you??? you’re so beautiful and kind and smart and talented and perfect???

Sanji is simmering with affection for you and he needs to show it to you; hoping that you’ll bless him by looking at him, by smiling at him. in short, he wants to show you that he loves you and receive a dose of your love too in return.

and when it comes to showing you love, let him cook. pun intended.

Sanji would mostly try to please you, trying not to be too annoying though. cooking your favorite meals, offering you his help profusely, genuinely complimenting you a lot, and stroking your shoulder, arm, or cheek from time to time, like a not-so-subtle, but always adorable and respectful coded message.

‘(y/n)-chwan!! i cooked you a little _____, you’ll tell me how it goes! :D you’ve been so active since this morning, you must need energy!’

‘you’re still as radiant as ever, (y/n)-chwan.’

‘Don't worry (y/n), i'll take care of this! No, no, it’s okay, that’s precisely where i was going anyway :)’

etc etC ETC

maybe it would happen while you’re both sitting on the deck of the Sunny, taking some time for yourselves and stargazing after a nice meal, a little celebration, who knows. smiling, Luffy seems somewhat lost in thought though. his hand is soft yet slightly calloused as it envelops yours in a comfortable silence; but as you’d turn to him, you couldn’t hold back a gasp, more vocal than you’d have liked, and Luffy would instantly turn to you, alerted.

‘(y/n)? what’s up with ya? everything’s okay?’

it was the first time you saw that while looking at your captain for some reason. you saw him, yes, next to Luffy — this bloodstained individual, covered in wounds, and whose cheekbones, although magnificently freckled, could not, however, soften the sight of his fiercely pierced abdomen. his mouth is dripping with blood but his smile is peaceful as he looks at Luffy, before your eyes meet.

your own heart drums facing his stopped one. you know who he is. of course you do. how could you not know? Luffy has told you about him so many times, in that voice that now made you question whether to answer, tell your captain what you're seeing or not. but your ragged breath, bulging eyes, and the light film of sweat coating your face leave you little room for hesitation as Luffy grabs your shoulder and shakes it lightly.

‘hey (y/n). are you seeing things again? tell me.’

reveal the truth in a low voice and you’ll see Luffy’s eyebrows furrow, in an expression that mixes all the emotions in existence. his eyes are lost in the void of his thoughts for a second before looking all around him, searching and calling his brother, finding you.

‘he’s here?! like, where? behind me? can you talk to him? wait, do you think he can still eat like, real food? or ghost food? i’m sure Sanji knows how to make ghost food anyway. i mean, we could have another meal so he can be with us! oh, and tell him that i—’

he talks a lot and his eyes are glassy, ​​with a tearful glint that doesn’t escape your gaze despite his huge smile. you stifle your own sobs, feeling the weight of Luffy’s grief as you see Ace’s ghost disappear into the starry night, in a painfully soft gaze. you shake your head in a sorry sigh, and your captain almost automatically stops speaking. his smile fades away — there’s no need to say more. he contemplates you for a moment, before lowering his head slightly and caging you in a long, silent hug.

that night, Luffy understood the weight of your powers, understood your fears. the ashes of the past were indeed frightening.

Roronoa Zoro

really, Zoro can’t help but be puzzled every time he sees you freaking out like this, shouting about how there’s such and such corpses wandering on the deck of the ship or the streets of some island where you and the crew made a stopover. the swordsman would never delve too deeply into your emotions when they’re negative; not that he’s not interested, but that he prefers to keep things simple between you two and avoid making you overthink.

still, he would always try to reassure you, and he’d do so assertively — without digressions or innuendos — but always wanting to make things easier for you and so that you’d no longer have to worry about seeing these deceased people, more alive than ever in your eyes though.

‘there’s no reason to be so scared, (y/n). these guys are no longer among us, they won’t hurt you. i wouldn’t let them anyway.’

his tone was gruff, but you knew better. Zoro was always protective of you, and you were grateful, but it wasn’t that simple. meeting lifeless gazes, looking at bloodied, weakened, sick or whatever bodies — you were seeing bereavement and pain personified all around you, almost every day, and you couldn’t shake your fears, despite your best efforts and the swordsman’s reassuring words.

this is why your sleep would be regularly stolen by these bloodstained specters wandering around, and today would be no exception, even if you’re snuggled up to Zoro — who seems deeply asleep. it was he who had suggested a nap together, to calm you down, but obviously the task was more difficult than expected.

despite your eyes being firmly closed, sealed so as not to see these presences you were feeling, you couldn't help but fidget, scared. in order to calm yourself down, you decided to get up and go get a glass of water in the kitchen. you stepped out of the cabin and the air was mild. everything was (very) surprisingly peaceful, and you took the time to enjoy the moment as you filled your glass, before slowly heading back to the cabin.

but as you open the door, you’re greeted not by Zoro’s sleeping figure, but by a bloodstained and destroyed body, which finally passes through you to continue on its way. terror makes you drop your glass and it crashes right into the cabin entrance as you scream.

the swordsman is jolted from his sleep and instantly turns to you, his gaze alert as he reaches for his swords — but you stop him, pointing at the broken glass dotting the floor; and your shaky voice immediately makes him understand what happened.

Zoro sighs and leaves the bed for a moment to come and get you, dodging the shards of glass before finally picking you up and carrying you, so that you both collapse on the bed, never breaking your embrace. he can feel your heart pounding in your chest as he whispers in your ear.

‘saw sordid stuff again?’

his voice is calm as your respective eyes meet. his gaze is stern, focused, attentive. you nod, and it’s in a — sweet, only for you — whisper that he concedes that it can’t be easy every day. maybe you need to talk about it more than he thought, after all. Zoro tightens his embrace around you, petting your hair as he lets a comfortable silence settle, before questioning you in a solemn yet uncertain tone.

‘hey, by any chance… have you ever seen, like, in your visions… a young girl with a sword?’

Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji would be a great listener and always there to reassure you when your visions frighten you. he would empathize and understand the weight your powers can represent; so you can count on him to give you all the affection and consideration you need.

he is supportive. his goal would be to make sure that you don’t feel alone in the middle of all these more or less bloodstained ghosts, so that, whenever fear seizes you, he can be there to comfort you and bring you back to the world of the living.

in that sense, it would probably lead you to be more comfortable with your powers and to be able to talk about them more openly. you would be less afraid. and it’s sitting in the kitchen while Sanji is busy at his stove that you’d talk about this and that, your voice a sweet melody for the attentive ears of the cook.

‘you know, i’ve already seen ghosts around you.’

– ‘ah? they should be more interested in you, (y/n)-chwan, you’re so much prettier.’, he’d reply, and you could hear the smile on his face.

you couldn’t stifle a laugh. with Sanji, things always seemed less dramatic, less scary. it was as if you could face all the troubles in this world but you could always get back up.

your laughter was nevertheless cut short by the presence you felt. you couldn’t help but shudder slightly and your eyes, riveted on the cook’s busy hands so far, eventually lifted towards a ghost behind him. this very ghost was also watching with great interest the recipe being prepared, all the while smiling tenderly.

‘there's one behind you right now, by the way.’

– ‘really?’, he chuckled, without taking his eyes off the vegetable he was cutting. ‘and what do they look like? not too… damaged, i hope.’

– ‘it’s a lady. a very beautiful lady.’

Sanji slowed down his cutting, his mind troubled for a moment. he certainly knew how to appreciate women, all women, but something inside him told him that this woman was different. what interest could the ghost of a dead woman possibly have in him? Unless…

‘(y/n), could you please… describe her?’

he had put down his knife, and the uncertain tone of his voice encouraged you to respond positively to his request; nodding then describing as best you could the woman standing next to him, looking at him with a soft smile.

as you spoke, the cook’s features tensed up, and you could see that he was holding back just about everything that came up to him. words, tears, everything. so you ventured to ask a few questions.

‘do you know this person?’, you’d ask timidly.

and maybe it was now up to you to lend an ear to Sanji’s sensitivity.

bonus:

Trafalgar D. Water Law

talking to Law about your powers would be complicated at first. in fact, he would have a hard time understanding why you would be so moved by every vision you have when it’s “just” part of your abilities. he would have a hard time understanding why you would continue to be afraid even though you’re aware of these powers of yours. everything would seem so… irrational to him.

You were coping with the situation as best you could — if he couldn’t understand, you weren’t going to force him. still, that was before you noticed this person. an individual that, as usual, you had taken for a living person, before noticing their bruised appearance and their spectral nature. this person who followed Law almost everywhere.

it was embarrassing, frightening at times, because this ghost’s presence was unpredictable and random, so you often found yourself jumping out of your skin and screaming in the middle of a conversation when they appeared, with Law looking at you in perplexity.

so you had decided to avoid Law a little, just to spare yourself a little, and to avoid having to broach this subject which you already had the feeling he wouldn’t be very receptive to.

however, Law, for his part, was actually very receptive to the fact that you were avoiding him. he saw it perfectly, and also felt that there was something you wanted to tell him, but didn’t dare to, or something like that. he felt lost about it: you knew you could tell him anything, right? or, had he done something that made you no longer feel comfortable talking to him?...

Law would confront you directly about it, not wanting to beat around the bush; and his heart was beating a little faster than he anticipated as he saw you searching for words.

‘well, i… i see… i often see a tall man around you, his face made up, with a large black coat, he’s very injured, with blood all over his face and… so… it makes me…’

– ‘“it makes you” what? what am i supposed to do?’

something snapped in his mind and his reply came out on its own, in a way harsher tone than he would have liked. Law’s grip on his nodachi tightens as he frowns. he looks hurt by this information over which you actually have no control. you shake your head — you knew he wouldn’t understand anyway, that he would only see your visions and fears as irrational, as always. you look away.

‘... nevermind.’

you start walking away, and Law runs his hand over his face with a heavy sigh, trying to process what just happened, and realizing his words were far too harsh. facing the loss of those who matter to us is already a trial. but seeing death walking around every day, even in moments that should give us rest… yeah, he too would freak out facing those kinds of visions eventually.

‘(y/n), wait’, he calls, catching up with you quickly. his voice remains monotonous, but you still hear the softness he always reserves for you. ‘i worded my question poorly. i… yeah, i think we should indeed discuss all this.’

you turn to him, your respective gazes seeking each other, and in his eyes lay torment as well as the apologies he can’t seem to voice. you nod, and he mutters.

i even think that Luffy would be the type to compliment you openly, through words and comparisons that are certainly… unexpected… but always honest and well-intentioned.

‘woah nice outfit, (y/n)! you look cool. a bit like that magician who scammed Usopp last time.’

he means well i swear ;w;

that being said, it’s not hard to come across as a "dark" person next to Luffy who is basically the embodiment of a ray of sunshine most of the time. you’d never be “darkness” to him though.

he has already seen your smile that brightens his days more than any star, he knows your laughter that recharges his batteries, he knows how hugging you (something he doesn’t deprive himself of) is extraordinary. you can dress up however you want, in Luffy’s eyes you’ll always remain his radiant (y/n).

that’s why he’s surprised by the crew’s shock when he introduces you to them.

— ‘what?! Wait— pinch me, i think i’m dreaming.’

— ‘it’s like the embodiment of day and night…’

— ‘well, that’s… unexpected.’

But the big question, the one the entire crew would be asking themselves but would have kept quiet about until now, would be revealed by Nami, looking both doubtful and amazed.

‘Luffy. How did you get a girlfriend in the first place.’

Roronoa Zoro

Zoro doesn’t really care about your style and how you want to dress up; like you do what you want. however, he might be the type to only make comments when he considers that your outfit, jewelry, shoes, or whatever makes your movements more difficult and you’re clearly not completely comfortable.

‘you can’t fight dressed like that; it’ll hinder your movement. change for now and put your outfit back on later.’

yeah swordsman instinct comes first ig. Otherwise — apart from that — he’s a bit like Luffy overall when it comes to this topic: what matters to him is the sweetness of your presence and the moments spent with you. the harmony between you two.

Zoro knows better than anyone else that those we cherish can be taken away from us at any moment, so loving you is far more important and relevant than judging your aesthetic. as long as you’re yourself, he’s happy.

that doesn’t mean he’s indifferent to your style though. now that he knows you and understands your aesthetic a little better, Zoro might notice some items in stores that might match your style and appeal to you. Well— he might be a little off the mark sometimes, but he’s trying, okay?

Zoro is both a little hesitant and rather confident about introducing you to the crew; but everything would be fine. it’s true that your style doesn’t go unnoticed, it contrasts with Zoro’s, which is rather sober. reactions are flying and the swordsman wonders if he shouldn’t go to bed instead.

— ‘wow, we’d never have thought that Zoro's girlfriend would have this kind of aesthetic. that’s good, it’s a change from his style.’

— ‘what style? Zoro doesn’t have any style.’

— ‘it’s so cool, looks like (y/n) is from a coven of witches or something. like, as if she came from the darkness.’

the last remark, funny and coming out of the captain’s mouth, drew an amused smile from you.

‘yeah, that’s right. and Zoro’s my little sunshine.’

the crew fell silent at the sound of your voice as you patted Zoro’s shoulder. Sanji’s face contorts into an indescribable expression.

‘him? what the heck.’

i think you guys know what would happen next

Vinsmoke Sanji

you? “darkness”? have you seen yourself? you are the ray of sunshine in Sanji’s life.

he loves everything about you. your voice, your personality, your eyes, your smile, etc, etc, and no matter how you dress up, you will always be the most beautiful in his eyes. as long as you wear clothes that you like, there’s no reason to question it.

‘no specific aesthetic can match your breathtaking natural beauty anyway, (y/n)-chwan.’

i know i've said it several times before, but i’ll say it again: Sanji is a supportive and caring boyfriend, who seeks to share your interests as much as he wants you to discover his own. so he wouldn’t hesitate to try to learn about the meanings of your aesthetic, its history, etc. he would appreciate it even more if you’re the one to tell him about it hehe

he too would be the type to now more easily notice clothes, accessories and other items that match your aesthetic and that might please you. Sanji’s a good cook, therefore he’s an observant and precise person, and you’d never be disappointed with his gifts.

it’s with great pride that Sanji would introduce you to the crew, and no matter how surprised his crewmates might be, he’s ready to fight if anyone has anything to say about your style >:(

— ‘i didn't think you’d date someone with that style. looks cool. welcome, (y/n)!’

— ‘well, at least you two seem complementary’

— ‘how could anyone want to date this stupid cook overall.’

If you had known, you wouldn't have told your friends that you'd be back in a few minutes, that you were just going to order something at the counter. Because you’ve been stopped from doing so as you waltzed through the crowd to make your way. An unknown palm grabbed your arm, abruptly pulling you back towards a body that was equally foreign to you, and you gasped.

“Wha—”, you didn't even have time to say anything before the guy had already grabbed your hips, now facing you with a deviant smile that froze you in place. “Let go of me!”

The man ignored your reply.

“Hey”, he smirked. “I know a wayyy much nicer place than this club, we can both go there and have a good time.”, he coaxed, caressing you inappropriately as he reeled off his words.

As you struggled, you wanted to scream, but somehow the gestures and the ugly expression on this person's face did nothing but reinforce the lump forming in your throat. You still tried to defend yourself.

“Leave me alone, you—” you exclaimed, trying to make yourself heard, but he quickly silenced you by slapping a hand over your mouth, before nuzzling into the crook of your neck, his other hand still firmly on your hip, pushing you further into a more secluded corner of the club.

This didn't bode well. You continued to protest, but your voice was muffled by the constant pressure of his palm on your lips.

"Why are you making such a big deal out of this?”, he complained, before smirking again, his lips brushing against your skin as he was talking. “I promise we're going to have fun. You might not feel like doing it right now, but afterward you'll see, it's great.”

A shudder of horror ran down your spine, and you looked around for one of your brothers. They were nowhere in your field of vision. Meanwhile, the man removed his hand from your mouth, only to place it back on your hip and move ever closer to you.

“Maybe you could kiss me for starters”, he said smugly, and it clearly wasn't a proposition.

“No way! Let me go, you freak!”, you shouted, still struggling as best you could, but deep down you were losing hope a little…

“Woah, sorry! didn't mean to spill your drink. yeah, yeah, don't worry, i’ll buy you a new one later! i know, m’sorry, but i’m in a bit of a hurry here, bro!”

… until you heard that familiar voice though, and briefly looked over at it — it was Ace, more or less apologizing as he tried to push his way through the dancing crowd to get to you. You let out a shaky sigh of relief. Once near you, your brother smirked, glancing at the guy who was bothering you, with his hands still on your hips. He looked up and down at your attacker and you, as if gauging the position you two were in.

“Wow man, that’s sexy,” he whistled mischievously, as if he were playing along, but you knew your brother too well. In his sleepy eyes burned the flame of an emotion you couldn't quite name. Ace took a quick sip from his cup before pressing it against the man's cheek, pulling his face away from yours and urging him to let go of you. “Mind if I join you guys?”

The guy's eyebrows knotted in confusion and irritation. He gritted his teeth, clearly searching for something to retort, but your brother didn't give him the luxury of it. Without further words and in a single gesture, Ace placed himself between the man and you, allowing you to free yourself from the troublemaker’s grip as the latter tried to move away from your brother — who grabbed his hips, caging him in the same position he had you in a few minutes ago.

“What the— get off of me!” the guy shouted, struggling, but Ace didn't budge. He was taller than your attacker anyway, and the latter clearly wasn't that brave.

“What’s wrong? Don’t like that?”, your brother taunted, his cup between his teeth. “Weird, I was sure you promised my lil sister this was great just a few minutes ago…”

You couldn't help but sigh, facepalming inwardly. Sure, you were grateful Ace had come to your rescue, but he didn't have to be so embarrassing. Still, he seemed determined to teach this guy a lesson— and he clearly wasn't the only one, you realized, as a hand gently but firmly rested on your shoulder.

You looked up and met Sabo's severe gaze. Luffy stood behind him, smiling softly at you while waving his hand. They must have been alerted by the guy's vehement protests, or by the fact that Ace had been gone for so long, whatever, in any case, they were here now, and comfort washed over you.

“Are you okay ?”, Sabo asked, lightly shaking your shoulder as he moved closer to your ear so you could hear him clearly.

You nodded, trying to calm yourself down as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Yeah, it’s… it’s alright. Thanks guys.”

“Good. Now let me talk to this man a little.”, he nodded in turn, before offering you a gentle smile. His gaze remained stern nonetheless, if not angry, and he too began to walk towards Ace, who had released his grip, but hadn't let the guy run away.

Before you could say anything, Luffy grabbed your arm, pulling you to another part of the club.

“(Y/N)!”, he shouted in a toothy grin. “C’mon, let's order some stuff at the bar, the menu looks amazing!”