I read your rules and i don’t know if you’ll be interested in a luffy fic? I have this idea of luffy being somewhat protective over their partner and would go mad when someone hurts them during missions
.✦ ݁˖ note: The graphic description of the injury is pretty minor, established relationship
.✦ ݁˖ summary: While shopping for food with Sanji, and Luffy, a gang of bounty hunters attempt to attack. When one of them hurts you, Luffy takes matters into his own hands and protects you!
.✦ ݁˖ word count: 0.8k
.✦ ݁˖ a/n: I lowkey didn't know how I was gonna do this one,, but I really hope it's okay!! I focused more on the protective part over him going completely mad :p
After Luffy had miraculously guessed the code to unlock the fridge, Sanji’s rage served as a sign that the crew would be docking on the nearest island to stock up on food.
The market’s noise was deafening, as crowds could be seen in every stall. You were hoping that none of you would be noticed by anyone. Most people would talk crazy rumors about your crew, especially about Luffy, so being recognized so easily was hopefully out of the cards.
Walking beside Luffy, both he and Sanji were enamored by the wide variety of food, and ingredients that made up the market. Nami, and Robin were elsewhere shopping for clothes, while the rest of the crew had stayed behind to watch over The Sunny.
Your food sight-seeing trip with them didn’t last long though. Grunts and screams seemed to be coming from the crowd ahead of you guys, as people were being pushed to the side by what seemed to be a gang of bounty hunters, one of them holding all 3 of your posters in his hands. The crowd started to clear up after people realized that a fight was about to take place.
“Hey, watch over the food, will ya?” Luffy said, dropping his bags of food near you. Sanji on the other hand, didn’t want to give you “the burden” of protecting them, and fought still holding them. You were capable of fighting on your own, but the group of men appeared scrawny against your captain, and cook, so you decided to leave it in their hands.
In a couple kicks, and punches, most of the men were sent flying. You noticed a particularly swift one run past the pair, and try to get to… you.
Before even being able to pull out your weapon, cold steel pierced through your stomach, as you fell to your knees, wincing at the excruciating pain. You tried standing up, while taking out your weapon to counterattack, but even subtle movements caused the pain to worsen. The guy had taken out his knife from you, and from your peripheral vision, you could see Sanji and Luffy running towards you.
The guy prepared to strike you once more, as you prepared for the pain…
Though, the swish of the knife had failed to reach you, as it clashed against Luffy’s armament haki coated arm instead.
Before the guy could even respond, Luffy sent him flying across the market with one, singular punch. The impact echoed throughout the entire market, silencing the panicked shrieks of the people.
Luffy has never thought you were incapable. He lets you fight because he knows you’re strong. Even when you get hurt, or injured, you always find a way to get back up on your feet. He trusts that you’ll survive, and come back every time.
That doesn’t mean he likes seeing you bleeding.
He gets restless when you’re in pain. He wants to beat up the punk that hurt you, even though he knows you already did.
When you’re severely injured, and Chopper says getting out of bed is no option, he takes it upon himself to eat wherever you’re resting instead, because he claims that food tastes different when you’re not around.
He knows it’s inevitable, but as much as possible, he’d never want to see you get hurt while he’s around.
No one is allowed to hurt you like that for as long as he’s here.
Sanji ran as fast as he could. Before anything else, Sanji tried to pick you up to carry you to The Sunny, but before he could even lay a hand on you, Luffy rushed in, and scooped you into his arms. He was a bit rough with it, but it’s clear he was worried, as he rushed to The Sunny.
His arms are safe, and warm. Relaxing into them, you feel all the tension you had earlier disperse.
“You alright?” He asked.
“M’ fine.” You managed to utter, but the pain stops you from being able to say anything properly.
He pouted.
“I don’t like it when people hurt you.” He said. You know he doesn’t see it, but you smile softly.
“I’ll punch the crap out of anyone who does.” He continued, his voice turning more serious.
After a couple beats of silence, his expression brightened almost instantly.
“Hey, after Chopper fixes you up, you wanna ask Sanji to cook a bunch of meat?” He asked, tone lightening.
“Luffy… I got stabbed in the stomach. Meat might be a bad option for me.” You said, as he looked at you as if you just said the sky was green.
“What? No way! Meat is always a good option.”
“I don’t think I’d be able to stomach it properly, Luffy.” You say, chuckling.
He frowned, thinking for about 3 seconds, then his eyes lit up.
“I’ll just eat your meat for you. Great idea, huh?” He looks at you, grinning widely.
You laugh, then come to a pause as the pain returns sharply.
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who: bob floyd x reader (top gun maverick)
contains: SMUT (minors dni). dildo. webcam sex. cyber sex. e-sex. long distance relationship. nudes mentioned. recording mentioned. praise. sub/dom slight themes. words cunt, cum, length, dick, cock, ass, slick, etc. lmk if i missed anything.
wc: 2,564
it started with pictures.
just a slight tease to what you were wearing under your dress while you two were on your dinner date.
sending multiple at a time so it could give his phone that constant buzzing, you told him he could answer it while you went to go wash up. halfway through the walk, you could hear him loudly coughing as it seemed like he kind of choked on his water. giving him time to gather himself, you took your time walking back, only to be met with his flushed face and his rushed words of him having paid for the meal and that you two could head out.
the passionate and heavy kiss he gave you before letting you go to shove the keys in the ignition to start the car and get you both home straight away left you slightly dazed.
that night he took you in ways that had you still feeling him there the next morning.
then it progressed with videos.
after a few words exchanged on how it would be done and where they would be stored, the camera was set up and the night was filled with slightly louder moans and groans and heavier and faster thrusts—with some body aching positions that had him rubbing your joints as an apology.
each video saved and stored away. whether you two decided it was good to keep or if you just wanted to see it once and trashed the next it always led to a smaller second round that ended in a early second finish. still felt just as good as the first.
that day, you knew to purchase window film that and curtains that made sure no one could see when and where he decided to take and record you.
the videos seemed to help you both when he went on deployments. they never lasted that long but that didn't make the aching feeling of missing him any lighter.
which is where you were now.
setting up a recently purchased webcam.
usually you would have just settled for the crappy computer camera that you would use when you would video call him while he was away, but it just made you want to make this call even more perfect. never was Bob ever that adventurous about your sex life, sure it was never really an issue for you when he worshiped your entire being like it was the most holiest sinful prayer he's ever said, but a little excitement thrown in bit by bit didn't hurt nobody (that's what you tell yourself as you rub your hips as you soak in the warm water of the bath after a particular evening you teased him to his wits end).
as you were fixing yourself into the view of camera, the familiar ringtone of bobs incoming video call filled the nerve frying silence causing you to knock the camera you worked so hard on to tumble to your lap. choosing to just answer the call, the face that you missed so much appeared on screen.
"wow if i knew we were starting right off the bat i would have came prepared." even in nerve wrecking heated moments like this, he still found some way to put your nerves at ease with a little joke.
camera in hand the view of you standing and slightly reaching over the monitor to finally stick the webcam in place gave him a view of the lace that was starting to peek out the collar of your deep-cut shirt, "was just having issues setting up the camera, i think i got it now." sitting back down, you saw his slight red face and the way his chest seemed to rise and fall slightly quick that you were used to gave you hints that he was already heading right to where the purpose of this call was for.
"how do you want me to start this for you? want me to strip for you? or should i show you what i have with me?" giving a little tug to the middle of your shirt, the peek of the lace turned to showing the intricate pattern of the lace that spread to the cups of the bra.
"strip for me first honey. I've been dying to see you and your body all day now." oh the firmness and honesty in his words always burned you up inside and the push in initiative always had your thighs clenching to alleviate the ache that he always filled.
starting off slowly with your shirt, you decided to slow you actions on purpose to see if he would say anything about it, keeping eye contact with the image of him on screen as you can see his eyes wander all over what you showed him on his screen.
"now isn't the time to be teasing me honey. why do you speed up on the shirt so i can see what you give me a show of what panties you got on underneath." ah you knew he'd pick up on the timing but hearing him confirm it and giving you the order to hurry had you undies being flooded with your arousal.
picking up the pace with your shirt you stood up and slightly backed up both you and the chair so that he could see the jean shorts that were about to be removed right after. he knew which jean shorts to be exact as he loved how they shaped your ass—and now they looked on the floor that same night you talked about recording your sessions that same night.
giving him a little spin and stopping once your back was to the camera, you quickly unbuttoned the front and slowed your pacing when giving the sides of the shorts a slight push down your hips, angling your ass out so he could see the slick covered patch were your cunt was just waiting to be filled.
not even being close to the computer speaker, you could still hear how his breaths got deeper and faster. oh the affect you had on him, and he couldn't complain cause there was no one else he would rather be like this for. just you. only you.
"alright baby lets see what you got with you. whats gonna give you that stretch that I cant give you right now." all he was met with was you little laughter.
"i'm not showing you anything more until you let me see you." at the end of your words, you had him peeling of his shirt with one hand and slightly lowing his camera so you can see more of lower stomach and more of his boxers that were strained from the bulge of cock.
the air around seemed to get warmed and your hands seemed to reach or to the toys that you set out. ready to show him what you had—what was going to try to fill the space that he left.
"i got this little bullet vibrator that i think is at half battery since i haven't used it in a while and i recently ordered this and it arrived today." showing him the bright pink slight see-through silicone dildo. it seemed to have a suction cup but you knew you weren't going to use that in this setting.
"i don't want you to hurt yourself so you got any oil or lube with you baby?" him taking your comfort in account even when he wasn't next to you had you even hotter for him.
"water lube is right next to me." showing him the little bottle, it gave him the green light to take it further.
"drip some of the lube on the toy baby. we gotta get it nice and wet so it can slide right in." following his words like a command, the snap of the lid was heard and you brought it into view and you laid a good drop on the tip of the toy, settling the bottle down and moving your hand to tip and wrapping your hand around it. giving it a slow stroke from tip to base, coating it in the drippy liquid. the shuffle of clothing was heard making you move your eyes from the semi realistic veins of the toy to the screen as you see Bob move his boxers a little down. causing his cock to slap the skin of his stomach.
seeing the flush red spread from the tip to a mild pink of the base was a sight you had been waiting for.
"lets work you open honey so set the toy down and grab the bullet." letting the dildo fall onto its suction base with a plop!, you quickly grabbed at the bullet, its coldness causing you to shiver a bit, giving Bob a great view of your boobs moving a bit.
"start with two fingers baby and circle your clit with the toy on low." with the command he gave you, you quickly moved to remove your panties, leaving them to dangle on one ankle, and seated back into the chair. spreading your legs, letting him have a view of your slick covered folds and drenched sex.
the view of you was perfect. taking a mental picture for the rest of the week that he was going to go without seeing your face, he readjusted his hand to the base of his length, giving himself slow strokes to cover his hand and length with the drips of precum that was already making its way down.
coating your fingers with the wetness of you slick, you danced around the entrance a bit before giving the push, the squeeze was tight but as you worked your fingers in and out you couldn't help but look up at him, waiting for anything that he could give you, "good girl, don't forget about the toy. lets hear the buzz baby."
turning the toy on, you pressed the pace mode button once, the buzzing of the toy caused your core to tighten around your fingers.
starting from the top of the clit, you worked your way around it. dancing circles with the bullet and working your fingers in and out of you, the sounds that fell out your mouth mixing themselves with the wet buzzes of the toy and the slip and slide of your fingers had worked Bob up to no end.
"lets try two more fingers honey. you know how much bigger my fingers are compared to yours. we gotta stretch you out nicely so you don't get hurt."the buzzing feeling that teases the sweet spot of your slit as your fingers stretch you out have you slipping in and out of your hazy head space, but nothing compared to the reassuring feeling that came from Bobs words as you eased in another two fingers into your cunt. it was like he was right next to you, working his fingers in and out of you as he whispered his words into your ears, filling you with that warm feeling of love that always seemed to envelop you when he was around.
feeling the tightness of your core had you recognizing the burning feeling in your loins, almost driving you head first into your growing orgasm, only to be interrupted by Bobs voice breaking through the mix of sounds that were coming out of you, "you're ready now baby, lets get that toy now."
he already knew you were close to that release. the way your fingers quicken their pace in and out of your entrance and the way you were already loosening your grip on the bullet, he knew your telltale signs. of course he would. from the first time you two rolled in his sheets after the fourth date, he made it his mission to memorize everything about you body. he wasn't going to let you finish without seeing you move the much bigger toy inside you.
the drop of the bullet toy hitting the ground was pushed aside as you breath quicken at the sight of the toy that was standing proud on your desk. shined with lubricant, the bright pink toy seemed to be the object of excitement to both you and Bob, him ready to see you pump yourself with it and you finally being able to have something try to fill the deep space that Bob left inside you.
unplugging the toy from the desk and lowering it your entrance, you waited till Bob gave you any word to proceed, not wanting to ruin the moment with your hastiness and impatience.
"go slow honey, don't want to rush the fun too much." with that you let the tip slip inside, working in more and more till you could reach the base with the fake balls sat. it measured to Bobs length in size but couldn't compare in weight and thickness, but you could work with what you had and at this moment with the release that was put on pause still simmering in your core you were ready to quicken your pace.
the faint sound of Bob giving you the go ahead, you quickened the pumps of the toy even faster, once settling a good pace you raised your head, wanting to keep eye contact with Bob, only to already be met with him pretty darkened blue eyes watching you.
that made him quicken his strokes. letting out words of encouragement mixed with those lovely moans and groans that pushed you further towards the sweet release you were waiting for.
"i can-you're almost there honey. cmon baby show me how good you were fucking yourself. let me see you cum baby." his words only made you move the toy faster causing your moans and cries to grown louder. that what he needed. the sounds of you nearing your release. to help him get closer to that same edge you were now dangling on.
"cum for me baby i know you can." without a second wasted, your spasming cunt squeezed the toy letting your ride out your release causing your to squirt a little on the ground. the sight was so heavenly to Bob it had him release his cum into his hand, some landing on his thighs and stomach.
slowing the pumps of both your toy and his hand, the sighs of relief were all to be heard. giving yourself some time to get to a clear head, you could see him clean himself and his hands, slotting him softening member back into his loose boxers. you made no move to tighten your hold as you let the toy plop down on the ground right next to the bullet that was still giving its light buzz.
"i cant be there to take care of you right now baby, but just run yourself a bath with the bubbles that's underneath the sink and drink some water. i should be able to call you next week with any updates. i can already hear Phoenix's footsteps down the hall. Love you sweetheart, you did so good for me." throwing him a quick kiss, you were then met with a ended call screen.
only thing you could do now was let yourself breath before you could hobble your way to your shared bathroom hoping the time could go by faster so you could be together again.
OH HELLOOOO!! I love your page its so pretty! I see you have so little fics so i must ask for a highschool Au with Law x F! Reader, this is based of a figure from Law where he is the leader or the star of the school’s basketball team! But at the cost that they work to hard so in one of the practices Law keeps denying to be tired only to end up falling sleep on their partners lap!! (aka reader)
Im sorry if my explanation is too long (╥﹏╥)
THANX!!
𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 .✦ ݁˖
.✦ ݁˖ pairing: law x fem!reader
.✦ ݁˖ genre: modern highschool au, fluff
.✦ ݁˖warnings: none (tell me if there is any!)
.✦ ݁˖ note: Law overworks himself, established relationship
.✦ ݁˖ summary: Law has been working himself too hard lately for his upcoming basketball tournament. You decide to take matters into your own hands, and make him rest.
.✦ ݁˖ word count: 1.2k
.✦ ݁˖ a/n: I LOVED WRITING THIS SM!! Thank you for the request!! i think the figure u were referring to is d one i put above?? hehehe
Pining over the school’s star basketball player for years, he finally became your lover, and that was all you’ve ever been wishing for.
He was sweet behind closed doors, and always paid attention to you, and the little things you loved. You couldn’t ask for anything more.
Though one thing that remained prominent about him is the fact that he is the most hardworking person you’ve met.
There were days where you’d finish your club duties, then head over to the school’s basketball court, expecting to see him all freshened up and finished, yet he’d still be shooting hoops whilst his teammates were already getting ready to go.
He’d done this almost everyday of the week— except for the designated days you were meant to go out after class, of course.
On this particular day, you wondered if you could persuade him into taking a break, or leaving already.
Sliding into the basketball court, you could hear the rhythmic bounce of the ball, and occasional pause as it went through the hoop before hitting the floor. There he was again, standing alone in the gym, since his teammates had left already just a couple minutes ago.
A focused expression was plastered all over his face, as he got the ball once more and prepared to shoot.
You walked closer to him.
“Law.”
No response.
“Law.”
The ball’s bounce resumed once more.
“Love.”
This time, he looked over at you.
“You’re here.”
“What is it?”
You held your phone up, and shoved it into his face.
“Look at the time! It’s late.” You say.
“Is that so?” He asks you, as he resumed bouncing the ball again.
“Your practice ended 30 minutes ago.” You frowned, though he showed no signs of stopping.
“I need more practice. The tournament’s in a week.” In your head, you’re already knocking him out and forcing him to rest.
“And you have a week more to practice, so freshen up, and let’s walk home together.”
Though his back remained turned, his shoulders loosened slightly, as if you found a crack in the determination he tried so hard to hold on to. Though, it seemed it was gonna take more than that to properly convince him.
“Please?” You tried, with a slightly whiny tone, as he stopped to look back at you.
His forehead was damp with sweat, hair sticking to it, while faint, dark circles laid under his eyes. Though he seemed tired, he looked really good like this, you thought.
“You look tired.” You say, tilting your head to the side with worry.
“I’m not.”
“Liar. You yawned earlier.”
“How long have you been here?”
“Long enough.”
He sighs, then turns back to his ball, bouncing it with less dedication this time. You seemed to have wavered his resolve. Though it still didn’t seem like he was going to stop any time soon.
You went up directly behind him, close enough that he could feel your presence, and looked at him over his shoulder. Feeling your proximity, the ball slowed beneath his hand before rolling to a stop.
“Take a break at least?”
He couldn’t resist you, especially like this. He moved forward slightly, then turned to look back at you.
“Fine.”
“Five minutes.”
You smiled triumphantly, and took his hand, as you both walked to the bleachers to sit on them.
Immediately, his body relaxed, and his fatigue became more evident.
“What a liar.”
“I’m really not tired.”
“Whatever you say.”
A quiet silence filled the room for a while. The gym was peaceful— a place that reminded you of the first time you saw him play. Your friends had dragged you to watch the game, and at first you refused, rambling on about how you had a lot of projects to do, but seeing Law, you didn’t feel too bad about possibly missing due dates.
“...How was your day?” He asked, slightly awkward. Though you’ve been dating for a while now, he still wasn’t used to expressing proper care through words. He always showed care through his actions.
“Oh! It was fun!” You said, as he looked at you, listening intently.
“So, Luffy accidentally stole one of the teacher’s lunches, and refused to apologize… Then for some reason, Usopp got in trouble with Shachi, and Penguin.. Then they called me to…”
You continued rambling. Law loved listening to you— your voice, both a lullaby he’d find himself falling asleep to, and a song he wished to hear on loop.
Though, after a few minutes, while explaining something with hand gestures, his eyes started closing, and then-
Thump.
His head suddenly landed on your shoulder. You stopped talking. Then blinked. And blinked again.
“Law?” You asked.
“Mhm.” He hummed.
“You still awake?”
“Keep talking, pretty.” His voice was lazy, his guard down after falling half-asleep, yet that didn’t stop the heat from rising to your cheeks.
You decided to continue talking, hoping it’d get him to rest for longer. However, just a couple minutes later, his head slid down towards your lap.
You paused.
Silence filled the room.
Then, you chuckled, as silently as you could, hoping not to wake him up. His eyes were closed, and his breathing turned rhythmic.
Not tired, huh?
You smiled, then placed a hand in his hair, softly playing with it while he slept.
He looked a lot more peaceful this way— his mind was no longer filled with the expectations people had for him, or the stress that caught up to him everyday.
You stayed there, allowing him to rest. You might get scolded by the guards for staying in school this late, but you didn’t mind.
30 minutes later, his eyes started to flutter open, as he looked up at you. For a heartbeat, he seemed confused, until he realized what he was doing.
“Why am I on your lap?” He asked.
“You tell me.”
Immediately, he stood upright, a flustered mess. You almost thought he got whiplash for how fast he did.
He turned to look at you.
“I fell asleep?”
“Mhm.” You said, as he sighed.
“Dammit, I wasn’t supposed to.” He says, bringing a hand to his nose bridge.
“Yet you still did.”
“How long?”
“Thirty minutes.”
He looked at you in disbelief.
“What…? Wait, is the gate already-”
“Don’t worry, I talked to the guard.” Relief plastered his face.
“Right…” He paused, taking a moment to think. His eyes softened slightly.
“Thank you… For staying.”
You smiled, and then chuckled.
“Mandatory girlfriend duties.”
He wrapped his hand around the back of your head, then kissed your temple. You giggled as he let go, and pulled back.
“Getting so sweet on school grounds?”
“No one’s even here.”
You laughed even more, as he smiled at you fondly.
“Sorry for making you wait.” He said awkwardly, as he stood up and turned his head to you. You stood up as well, then took his hand, his breath hitching from the sudden contact.
“Don’t worry! Just don’t overwork yourself next time.”
“Hard ask.”
“Trafalgar Law.” You said sternly, squeezing his hand.
He paused, a tinge of fear in his eyes.
“Fine. I’ll try.” He said, as you smiled back at him, and began walking out of the court.
.✦ ݁˖ pairing: Sanji x gn!reader
.✦ ݁˖ genre: hurt/comfort, sickfic
.✦ ݁˖warnings: illness, fainting, mentions of death
.✦ ݁˖ note: sanji refers to reader as "my love/love"
.✦ ݁˖ summary: After what happened at Little Garden, you feel terrible and try to convince yourself that you're just tired... Later, you wake up to a very worried Sanji who's been taking care of you. (Basically if you got sick instead of Nami!)
.✦ ݁˖ word count: 0.8k
.✦ ݁˖ a/n: this was a lil request from a comment! Kinda had trouble figuring out how to start it but reached flowstate in the middle LOL. Also I wrote it more based on the live action version :p this is one of my first writing works on here pls forgive me if sanji may be ooc or it's not written well!!!
The night was going well.
Inevitably, the events of Little Garden led to a celebratory dinner night.
Every member of the crew seemed to be enjoying themselves— most especially Usopp, who seemed to be recounting his “incredible acts of bravery” from earlier.
And you tried your best to feel alright— brushing off the fatigue and light-headedness… But it was getting too much to bear, and you'd rather not disturb anyone's fun.
“Hey! Are you feeling alright? You haven't touched your food at all.” Nami asked, worry plastered all over her face.
“I'm fine, just not hungry…” Your untouched plate overwhelms you with guilt. Sanji is not one to appreciate wasted food, so you'd rather it go into the stomach of someone else.
“Hey, Luffy?” You said, holding your plate while looking at him with a smile.
“OF COURSE!” He already knew what you meant despite you not asking the question.
After Luffy took your plate, leaving seemed like the best option. It would be nice to get some early rest for once. You hoped you'd wake up, and all this fatigue and pain would leave you.
As you stumbled out of the room, everything started spinning. You could feel the nausea in your throat, and the pain pounding against your head. Little Garden wasn't that bad... right?
Finally letting the pain take over you, the last thing you see before you fall unconscious is Sanji running to you, yelling your name with worry.
Waking up, you realize that sleep has done nothing to help you feel better. The same pain was still killing you, and it felt nauseating even to move in the slightest. Though, one thing was different. Instead of the usual woody smell of The Merry, the air was tinged with the scent of soup, definitely made by Sanji.
He was sitting by your bed, his side turned to you while he fixed up the soup on the table next to you. You had to admit, he looked charmingly handsome even when worried. Most especially when worried for you.
“Sanji?” You mutter out— voice raspy and tired. Immediately, Sanji turns to you, a subtle smile woven onto his face.
“Hey, my love… How are you feeling?”
“I feel… better. I think I just passed out from insane fatigue last night— which honestly is pretty weird. I don't think I was that tired-”
“Last night…? Love, that was four nights ago.”
Your heart drops. Four nights ago…?
Your eyes scan elsewhere, not knowing what to say. When you look down, you see that your arms had looked… wrong.
You took a moment to process it— blinking a couple of times. Why had your veins turned black?
Never in your life have you heard of a case like this— maybe death has come to consume you whole, you think.
“Sanji, what-”
“Don’t worry, love, it'll be alright.” He smiles almost comfortingly, but his eyes betray him. It's obvious he's unsure about what the outcome of everything will be, but he knows you— he knows you're scared, and you need someone to ground you. He'll suppress his own panic if he can help you with yours.
“Nami's already set us en route to the nearest island. We'll look for a doctor there.” A hint of relief settles in your heart.
“Please, love… The next time you start feeling something, tell me… or anyone on the crew.” You hadn't the earlier night, thinking it was just something you could brush off. Everyone was so happy after Little Garden, you couldn't find reason to disturb that.
“I just didn't want to disturb such a nice night.”
“No such thing as that, love. Everyone's worried for you. We'd much rather have you tell us, than you suffer through it alone.” Your heart is filled with warmth. More than anything, you wished you could be healed quickly to be able to bicker with your crew again.
“I've made you some soup if you'd like.” The aroma is wonderful, but you don't think you'd be able to stomach it before spilling your guts out.
“It smells good, Sanji… But I don't think I can stomach it right now. I'm not really hungry.”
He frowns a bit— not out of disappointment, but rather from sheer worry.
“You'll need to eat something, love.”
“I know, I just can't right now.”
A spike of pain hits you again, and you close your eyes, hoping it'll stop. You can already sense Sanji's concern even without him saying anything.
He puts his hand above yours to ground you— to remind you that you’re not alone. The warmth flushes you more than you already are.
“Just rest, and promise me you'll eat when you wake up?”
“I promise.” You say.
“And no giving your food to Luffy next time.” He jokes, which makes you chuckle— but even that already hurts.
“Alright, alright.” You smile faintly, as you close your eyes, and let the lull of the ship, and warmth of his hand bring you to sleep.
Hey, I love your writing style! I was wondering if you could do a Sanji oneshot with a fem!reader who has ARFID? Preferably angst and comfort! If you aren’t comfortable writing a disorder, the reader can just be overly picky eater. It’s okay if you can’t fill this request! Thank you so much!
𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 .✦ ݁˖
.✦ ݁˖ pairing: sanji x fem!reader
.✦ ݁˖ genre: hurt/comfort
.✦ ݁˖warnings: food aversion
.✦ ݁˖ note: Reader is implied to have ARFID
.✦ ݁˖ summary: Sanji notices that your plate has remained untouched throughout the night, and wants to know what's behind it to help you process, and carry your feelings.
.✦ ݁˖ word count: 0.9k
.✦ ݁˖ a/n: I really hope that the way I wrote this was respectful! I personally have a lot of trouble eating when I'm out because a lot of things affect me !! like the ambiance, texture of d food, and so on... I have nothing diagnosed but I get the feeling of being unable to eat as other people do,, and it can get frustrating :c to anyone who has difficulties such as this,, I hope things get better soon and that this fic will be comforting! (however if I have written it inaccurately or disrespectfully, please tell me!)
Dinner on The Sunny has always been loud.
Luffy was trying to haul all the food for himself, whilst Usopp tackled him for stealing his food. It was the kind of noise you’d gotten used to ever since you joined the crew.
Though, amidst all the deafening chaos, Sanji had noticed one thing.
Your plate remained fairly untouched, almost looking exactly the same as it did earlier. You had hoped that no one would notice, and Luffy would snatch the food right out of your plate as he did on most nights, until Sanji would end up yelling at him for stealing your precious food that he made for you.
Sanji walked over to you, standing beside your chair.
“Mon cheri, not hungry?” He asked, worry plastering his face.
“Oh, no, I am! The food looks good, it’s just…”
You paused, unable to find the proper words for what you were feeling. Sanji looked at you expectantly, as you fiddled with your fingers and looked away. You didn’t want to lie to Sanji, yet the truth refused to escape you.
“You can always tell me anything, my love. Take your time.” His sheer patience made you melt immediately. Had you not been in front of the entire crew, you’d probably already be tearing up in his arms.
“I just can’t.” Those four words were the only ones that you could make out. In totality, it was the truth. Staring at the food, it almost seemed like it was impossible to empty the plate as Luffy could probably do in 5 seconds. Though you’ve fought through much worse with the crew, the food placed in front of you daily seemed like a tougher challenge.
Sanji’s heart ached hearing those words come from you. As a chef, and your lover, he wanted you to enjoy each meal without anything holding you back from doing so. Though, he wanted to understand what was difficult in order to help you through it.
“Can’t…?” His voice getting softer.
“I tried, Sanji, I really did.”
You could feel the lump in your throat forming already, as Sanji took both of your hands to calm you down.
“Did anything happen?” He asked you.
“Nothing did.” You replied, as the blur in your vision starts to form.
“Then my love, why does it seem like you’re about to cry?”
Almost immediately, you take your hands away from him and wipe your eyes before any tears can fall down.
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m really sorry.”
The ache in his chest grew, as he took your hands once more, and wiped the tears himself with his thumb, as his right hand lightly cradled your cheek. His touch was warm— almost grounding.
“Why are you apologizing?”
“Because you worked hard on that dinner…” You squeezed his hand.
“You always do for every meal… And I know you don’t like wasted food, so I didn’t want to waste mine, and I really did try but every time I try to chew or swallow… I just can’t and I-”
Your voice was shaky.
“I’m sorry.”
You had to thank the noise in the background that no one had noticed your tears just yet.
It was never that you refused to eat.
Rather, you desperately wanted to. Sanji noticed that.
“Sweetheart…” He murmured, as you looked down at your hands.
“I know everyone else can do it.”
“Why can't I?”
You looked embarrassed— as if struggling with something so ordinary made you feel less. At that, his growing ache had seemed to never die down. He didn't want you to feel that way— you never should. To see you sob over a thing he wanted you to enjoy filled his heart with agony.
“Sometimes it's the smell.” You muttered quietly. “Or the texture. Or my brain just decides that I can't eat.”
“I know it doesn't make sense.”
Sanji crouched a little further so you're looking down at him, instead of the floor.
“It doesn't need to.”
“If eating certain things is hard for you, then it's hard.” His voice made the room feel smaller— soft, tender.
You frown, then look directly at him.
“Whoever thinks you're being difficult for feeling so is an idiot.” He says, as you let out a tiny laugh.
Sanji smiled, then squeezed your hands.
“How come you didn't tell me sooner?”
“I didn't really want you to worry… didn't wanna be a bother too.” You said.
“My love. It's natural for me to worry about my girl. And I became a cook to feed people.” He says, reassuring you.
“You could never be a bother to me.”
He lightly brushed his thumb over your knuckles, as he let go of your face.
He looked over to your plate, half of it already stolen by Luffy. Then looked back at you.
“If this isn't something you can eat, then we'll find other things.” You looked at him with uncertainty. You were scared you'd never find anything.
“What if there aren't many… ?”
“I'll learn all the dishes you can eat, no matter the amount, my love.”
“Won't it be annoying…? The search, I mean.”
“Look at our captain with an insatiable desire for food.” Sanji said, turning his head towards Luffy, then back at you.
“This is nothing.” He says, as you laugh properly.
You sniffled.
“Thank you, Sanji.”
“I love you.”
“I love you the most, mon cheri.” He smiles.
The knot in your chest loosened after your talk with Sanji. You've carried the burden of feeling this way for so long— scared of judgment, scared of being misunderstood for it.
You're ever so grateful for Sanji's acceptance— for his love, and patience.
And for once, you didn't have to carry this feeling alone anymore.
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HIII!! I kinda recently started to follow you because i love how much love and details you put in each work, so i would like to ask for a Sanji fic where the reader is a little clumsy and trying to help their partner they end up messing everything but Sanji is there to reassure them that they still love them regardless!! I love comfort so much thx <3
𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙢𝙨𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 .✦ ݁˖
.✦ ݁˖ pairing: sanji x gn!reader
.✦ ݁˖ genre: hurt/comfort
.✦ ݁˖warnings: minor injury mention
.✦ ݁˖ note: sanji and reader have an established relationship, reader is mentioned to eat the most during dinner
.✦ ݁˖ summary: Sanji reassures his clumsy lover that he'll love them amidst all their "mess-ups" !
.✦ ݁˖ word count: 1.2k
.✦ ݁˖ a/n: Thank you sm for the request! I enjoyed writing this one !! I love this idea and I hope I was able to do it justice !! I love comfort sm tooooo
Maintaining a ship like The Sunny had a lot of things that came with it. Every member of the crew played huge roles in doing so, and you wanted nothing more than to be able to help them out.
Though, since joining the crew, they’d make up a joke saying you had the “midas touch” but for clumsiness instead. It was harmless, and your little “mess ups” were just part of the daily trouble that occurred on The Sunny everyday, but you just wanted to contribute somehow without letting disaster follow your way.
Waking up early comes naturally to you. Ever since you learned about Sanji’s meal-prep time before breakfast, you’ve been getting up earlier than usual to help him out. It doesn’t always work out between you accidentally dropping eggs on the floor, or chopping vegetables unevenly… But Sanji reassures you that it’s alright, and he can handle things.
“I wouldn’t want you to accidentally cut your fingers, my love. Leave it to me.”
On this particular day, you decided to watch him instead of helping out. You could never get tired of watching Sanji cook— his careful hands working masterfully, paired with focus and confidence on his face. Spending your mornings like this became a habit— one that you particularly like.
You noticed that Sanji would be needing a couple plates in a matter of a few seconds, but they were quite far from where he was at the moment, and you knew he’d never ask you to help him, and “work” your delicate hands. Instead, you got up on your own to grab a couple of plates from a cabinet, but while trying to get one, you accidentally knocked over the one beside it, causing it to fall down.
Flinching from the sound of the plate breaking, Sanji immediately heads over to you to check what happened.
“Mon amour, are you alright?” He says, going closer to you, eyes scanning for any sign of harm. You were worried he’d be upset about it…
“I’m alright.” You say, trying to smile reassuringly. “The plate isn’t…” You say, looking down at the plate with guilt. Almost immediately, he takes your hand, and uses the other to lift your chin up so you’re looking at him.
“We can always buy another plate, love. To have any part of you grazed with wounds would upset me more than any broken plate.” He says, his tone softer than you’ve heard before.
“Now, I’ll go and clean this up. How about you take a breather out on the deck? I’m sure Nami-swan is awake by now, so you’ll have company.” He says, smiling at you.
You sigh, and look away, walking past him to head out of the galley and into the light of the deck.
Immediately, you spot Nami who seemed to be enjoying the early-morning sun.
“Morning!” She says to you, a bright smile on her face.
“Good morning, Nami.” You smile back softly.
“You alright? Did something happen with Sanji in the kitchen…?” She says in a tone that could almost count as insulting Sanji.
“Nothing at all.” You fake a smile, though you can tell Nami doesn’t believe in it.
“Okay…” She pauses. “How about you help me organize my maps? I’ve got a bunch right now, and I’m having a hard time sorting everything out on my own.” Your eyes sparkle. You love it when the crew asks you for help. Normally they don’t because they know you’re accident-prone, but you assume this is Nami’s attempt to help you feel better.
“Sure!”
Unfortunately, in doing something that seemed like no accidents were bound to happen, you accidentally knocked over the water that Nami had sitting on her desk, which flowed out onto the map she had been working on of the island you all had recently visited. It’s obvious that she was upset at the act, but she tried to keep her cool. You ended up walking out of the room yourself, and hearing her verbal disappointment after you closed the door.
The rest of the day, you kept making mistakes.
While mopping the floor, you tripped over your own mop which resulted in a trip to Chopper’s clinic…
You gave Franky bottles of soy sauce instead of Cola…
You got hit by Zoro while he was training because you walked in his way…
Accidentally dropped the book Robin let you borrow into a bucket of water…
And simply existed like a walking disaster, you thought.
Before dinner started, you resorted to just hiding in your room until the next day. Though, when Sanji noticed your absence, he immediately tried finding you. He didn’t want you to skip any meals.
You hear 2 knocks on your door.
“Come in…”
Sanji walks in, face full of worry, as he took in the image of you laying down on your bed, hiding your face, with blankets surrounding you.
“My love, you normally don’t skip dinner unless something has happened.”
“Just not hungry…”
“Nonsense. You eat the most during dinner.”
“Well…” He knew you all too well.
“Talk to me, please.” His voice was so sincere. You knew he wouldn’t judge you for whatever you felt.
Quietly, you spoke, gathering the confidence to look up at him.
“I don’t really know what I do for this crew.”
You see the hurt in Sanji’s eyes.
“What are you talking about, mon amour?”
“I… I keep ruining things… Messing things up… Getting hurt…” You pause. “Everything I touch turns to ruin. Every time I try to help, fate stops me from doing so.”
“I just want to help others. Why can’t I?”
Sanji looks at you, as if you just said the sky was the same green as Zoro’s hair.
“Listen, I understand how you feel… But the things you’ve been trying to do aren’t the only things you can do to help a person.”
“You sit with Robin-chan when she reads.”
“You go along with Franky and Usopp’s stupid ideas.”
“You actually remind the mosshead to rest when he over-trains himself.”
“Actually, you remind all of us to rest when you notice we’re tired.”
He pauses.
“This crew isn’t built on grand, heroic moments, my love— it’s these little acts every day that glue us together.”
Then, he smiles fondly.
“Besides, everyone on this ship causes trouble.”
“You break a few plates? We’ll buy more.”
“You get hurt? Chopper will be there, happier than ever to help you heal.”
“And so will the crew always be there to help you… or add to the trouble.”
He rolls his eyes, then smiles again.
“Stop counting your mistakes, mon amour. Don’t ignore the beautiful things about yourself.”
You fully look at him this time, as tears threaten to escape your eyes. You sit up, and wrap your arms around him softly. He embraces you back, with gentleness that makes you melt in an instant. Sanji and the crew could never measure your worth by how “helpful” you can be. Your presence alone was enough to be help itself. In a life so volatile, you serve as the calm, and humor above it all.
“Also, my love.” He says, whispering into your ear.
“If I had to choose between the world’s perfect person, and you…”
“I’d never hesitate to choose you every single time, my beautiful, clumsy lover.”
.✦ ݁˖ pairing: law x fem!reader (with hints of Zoro and Ace as well!!)
.✦ ݁˖ genre: modern highschool au, blog au, fluff, coming of age, VERY slowburn, angst, hurt/comfort
.✦ ݁˖warnings: rejection, misunderstandings, tell me if there's any more!
.✦ ݁˖ note: The reader is written to like constellations and does not like the heat. This is very slowburn.... // Zoros stuff is more on angst while Ace's is very chill :p Law is in between it all. // Every chapter includes a letter!
.✦ ݁˖ summary: Struggling to understand what love truly is, you constantly write letters for people under an anonymous blog called "Dear Stranger" which unfortunately for you, blows up. What happens when the 3 boys you've loved in the past and present find out that all those letters were for them?
.✦ ݁˖a/n: SO EXCITED TO BE PUTTING TS OUT i really wanted to write smth kinda long-ish...? So I came up with this and kept entering flowstate when writing the letters hahdhdhdhs. Had trouble deciding who I wanted for end game but my plot idea forced Law !
.✦ ݁˖ pairing: law x fem!reader (with hints of Zoro and Ace as well!!)
.✦ ݁˖ genre: modern highschool au, blog au, fluff, coming of age, VERY slowburn, angst, hurt/comfort
.✦ ݁˖warnings: this chapter specifically has none (tell me if there is any!)
.✦ ݁˖ note: this is an ace focused chapter!
.✦ ݁˖ summary: Struggling to understand what love truly is, you constantly write letters for people under an anonymous blog called "Dear Stranger" which unfortunately for you, blows up. What happens when the 3 boys you've loved in the past and present find out that all those letters were for them?
.✦ ݁˖ word count: 1.2k
.✦ ݁˖ a/n: writing requests right now, and I've been pretty busy with other stuff too :p I hope this chapter is fun and enjoyable!
.✦ ݁˖ other chapters: dear, stranger
3 - Warmth
You couldn’t show that you felt down in front of everyone. So naturally, you thought, fake it till you make it.
No one had known about your feelings for Zoro except for Lammy, and for some unknown reason, Law. Everyone was quite happy for Zoro and Tashigi— you didn’t dare ruin the mood.
Throughout the day, you acted upon a facade— one that tells people that there’s nothing wrong. One that doesn’t get people worried for you. Perona, and Zoro had noticed a couple of times when walking to their house, or spending time with them at lunch, but you brushed it off. You had a feeling Zoro didn’t believe any of your lies— he was your best friend after all. Though, he didn’t pry if you had nothing to say.
6 months into sophomore year had passed— both Zoro and Tashigi had busy schedules, and weren’t able to go out as much. On good terms, they broke up talking about how things haven’t exactly been working out. Honestly, by this point, you felt dead. Maybe a spark of hope flickered, but you didn’t want to homewreck your friend, Tashigi.
That aside, your blog has gotten so famous, everyone in the school talks about it. You might’ve posted about a hundred letters now— most of them belonging to the infamous Neighbor, and Lost Idiot, who both thankfully are not chronically online. Though, every time you pass by students and hear them hush about the newest posts on your blog, a nervous shiver would go down your spine.
Sophomore year has been going great for you, despite the incredibly horrible start. The student body had voted you to be the student council’s Public Relations Officer— you were often praised for your incredible announcement posts, and writings. Law had inevitably been voted as Vice-President. Having your school’s president be Sabo was… Interesting— his ideas for sure were. Though, being the P.R.O gave you more time to spend with Law. He’d also become your classmate this year— thankfully that happened after you got over being tongue tied whenever he’s around.
Luffy asked for help from you to go to the senior’s floor, where both of his brothers were. Reluctantly, you agreed, after he begged you. Apparently he needed money from his older brother, Ace— a pretty famous guy around the campus. The seniors scared you ever so slightly, because they seemed so well-put together. You almost never go to that floor unless it’s for student council work.
Heading to the senior floor, Luffy already started yelling “ACE!” while running around. He is someone unable to be controlled, you think. Finally reaching his classroom, the famous Ace walks out and…
You’re done for.
Freckles tracing his face, with his hair falling softly against his face, paired with his incredibly toned body which is visible even through the dull uniform, you panic as you realize the heat rising to your cheeks— most people said he was hot. Literally, and figuratively. You didn’t expect this.
Shaking your thoughts aside, Luffy speaks and begs Ace to give him money. Ace tells Luffy that he needs to use his own money, while grinning.
“Hey, Luffy, who’s this? A friend of yours?” Ace “whispers” to Luffy, looking right at you. Though it’s obvious he said it loud enough, intended for you to hear.
“Yup! This is-”
“I know you! you’re the P.R.O, aren’t you? Been hearing stuff about you from everyone, and seems like the rumors are true.” He smiles, as he holds his hand out for you to take. You smile back, and gladly accept his hand, as though your head isn’t spiraling as of the moment.
“I’m Ace, Luffy’s brother. Thanks for taking such good care of him.”
“Nice to meet you, Ace.” You sheepishly say.
“And you should probably thank Zoro for that. He’s the one saving Luffy from getting into trouble on the daily.” You smile, as you let go of his hands. Most people say his hands are warm. What people say is right, you think.
“Also, what rumors do you mean?” You ask, but Ace just laughs and turns his back on you and Luffy, as he enters the classroom again.
“Figure it out, wordsmith.” He says, disappearing.
“Luffy, do you know what Ace means?”
“Eh- I only hear people saying you’re pretty good at writing and making fun posts. Oh! A lot of people say you’re pretty too!” Your cheeks instantly flush. Your skills when it comes to writing is often talked about, but Ace would’ve been able to deduct that from your constant posts for the student council announcements. So obviously, it had to mean he meant the latter.
You space out for a moment.
THE ACE THINKS YOU’RE PRETTY?THE.
ACE.
THINKS.
YOU’RE.
“WAKE UP!” Luffy yells, loud enough to echo throughout the entire senior’s floor. You sigh, and drag him back to the stairs to head back down.
Ever since that day, you’ve constantly been joining Luffy on his adventures to bother his brother.
Him asking for money.
Asking for help with homework that’s due in 20 minutes…
Luffy is a hurricane in his own category.
Though, Sabo, later teases you during meetings about taking “such good care” of his little brother. Yet, it seems like he already knows your motives for constantly going with Luffy.
Ace gives out flirty remarks to you here and there, and you reply by brushing them off. You know he doesn’t actually mean them, but you’d really wish he did.
The feelings you’re feeling now are nothing in comparison to the depth of how you felt for Law, and Zoro. It’s a happy little crush, which just gets you excited to go to school. Law was the ocean— unknown, something that could drown you before you’d get to explore it. Zoro, a lake. Something you could sit beside and learn about, but not something you should swim in. Ace, a beach— fun to stay at for a while, but not something you’re endlessly curious to know more about.
For the first time in the past 6 months, happiness has flowed through you. Hopefully your followers will be happy too.
“Dear Freckles,
I’ve always thought heat and warmth co-existed with each other— I hated everything to deal with them. A close friend of mine who sees me daily tells me that the heat makes me lose my temper.
Now, I can differentiate warmth from heat. Warmth is the first time you touched my hand, that served as a reminder for me to relax, and let go of all the worrying thoughts frozen in my head. It is the feeling I get when I see you— a little flutter in my heart that gives me the motivation to go on with my day.
Warmth is golden, and happiness is too. Hard to obtain— yet beautiful when done so. Although I still seek shelter from the heat, I now don’t need to search for warmth, because you give me a bit of it everyday.
My friends have been teasing me about it— the times I’d force them upon a difficult, and crowded path to the cafeteria just to catch a glimpse of your smile. Perhaps the times during lunch where I’d fake going to the bathroom on the floor above mine just so I can pass by your classroom.
After all that had happened, I thought I was incapable of feeling that way. Yet, you’re here, proving me wrong.
Thank you for igniting the sparks that remind me that I am capable of loving— capable of happiness. There may be no passionate flames, but all flames start from little sparks.”
