#op masterlist

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MONKEY D. LUFFY

We all know Luffy doesn't care about standard physical attraction (he barely blinked at Hancock), but your beauty is completely different. It’s an ethereal, magnetic aura that radiates pure warmth, and Luffy is drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

He doesn't get flustered or blush. Instead, he just stares at you with wide, honest eyes, completely fascinated by how "shiny" and pretty you look.

He loves being right next to you, often tugging on your sleeve or wrapping an arm around your waist to drag you along on his adventures. He likes showing you off to everyone they meet on new islands.

If anyone else tries to stare at you for too long or starts crowding around you because of your looks, Luffy will casually step in front of you, stretching his arms out with a fierce, protective grin.

"Hey! Stop staring at my crewmate like that! Go find your own treasure, they're staying with me!"

RORONOA ZORO

Zoro prides himself on being unaffected by women, but the first time he actually looked at you, his brain completely short-circuited. He looked away so fast he almost gave himself whiplash.

He gets incredibly stoic and quiet around you, but his ears turn bright red. If you sit next to him while he's training or napping, his grip on his swords tightens and he suddenly forgets how to breathe normally.

Because your beauty surpasses even the Pirate Empress, you constantly attract dangerous attention from random pirates and Marines. Zoro hates this. He will silently anchor himself by your side whenever the crew drops land, his hand resting menacingly on Wado Ichimonji.

If you smile at him or compliment him, he will pull his green haramaki over his face or look off into the distance, grumbling under his breath to hide his massive blush.

"Tsk... stop looking at me with those eyes. I've got training to do... but stay close to me while we're on this island. People here are trouble."

VINSMOKE SANJI

Emergency services are needed on the Thousand Sunny. Sanji didn't just faint; he practically ascended to another dimension the moment he laid eyes on you. Hancock and Shirahoshi who? He literally forgot they even existed.

His usual noodle-dance and heart-eyes go into absolute overdrive. He treats you like a delicate, celestial goddess who descended from the heavens just to bless his kitchen.

Your meals are no longer just food—they are Michelin-star culinary art pieces decorated with hand-carved vegetable roses and edible gold flakes. He will practically crawl on his knees just to hand you your morning coffee.

If anyone so much as breathes the same air as you with disrespectful intentions, Sanji’s leg bursts into Diablo Jambe flames in a microsecond. He becomes an absolute demon of protection.

"~~~~! My beautiful, radiant angel! Please tell me your eyes are shining like diamonds just for me! Let me cook you everything in the sea!"

SHANKS

Shanks is used to seeing beautiful things on his voyages, but your beauty completely stunned him. The first time he saw you, he actually choked on his sake and spent a full minute coughing while his crew laughed at him.

He is incredibly proud to have you by his side and loves showing you off. At every single island party, he will pull you into the center of the room, grinning from ear to ear while bragging about how stunning his favorite person is.

Despite his goofy, laid-back nature, his Emperor aura flares up instantly if anyone gets too aggressive or disrespectful toward you. He doesn't even need to draw his sword; a single, warning glance from his sharp eyes is enough to make an entire tavern freeze.

He loves using his straw hat to playfully cover your face when other pirate crews are staring too hard, laughing loudly as he pulls you flush against his side to stake his claim.

"Let them stare all they want, love! They can look, but they'll never find a treasure as breathtaking as the one right here next to me."

BENN BECKMAN

Benn is the most grounded, unflappable man on the sea, but your ethereal beauty managed to throw him completely off balance. The very first time you smiled directly at him, he accidentally dropped his lit cigarette right onto his own lap.

He handles his attraction with quiet, smooth maturity. He won't do a frantic double-take like the rest of the crew, but his dark eyes will follow your every move across the deck of the Red Force, filled with a quiet, intense fondness.

Because your looks naturally cause chaos wherever you drop anchor, Benn effortlessly steps into the role of your personal guardian. He will lean against his rifle just a step behind you, his towering, scar-faced presence keeping every groveling admirer at a safe distance.

He shows his affection through quiet gestures—subtly shielding you from the harsh ocean wind, handing you a jacket, or guiding you through rough crowds by gently resting his large, warm hand on the small of your back.

"You’re causing a riot on the docks just by standing there, sweetheart. Come inside the cabin before the captain loses his mind trying to fight off half the Grand Line for you."

MARCO

Marco has seen it all, but your beauty genuinely took his breath away. The first time he saw you walking across the Moby Dick, his sleepy eyes flew wide open, and his wings instinctively flared out in a burst of bright blue phoenix flames out of pure shock.

The crew wastes no time teasing him because the usually calm, sarcastic First Division Commander gets remarkably flustered around you. He’ll scratch the back of his neck, his face dusting with a heavy pink blush whenever you lean in close to talk to him.

He becomes immensely protective, treating you like the most precious treasure on the ship. If the younger crewmates or division commanders get a little too rowdy or competitive trying to win your attention, Marco will swiftly swoop in and kick them overboard.

He loves flying you up to the crow's nest or the very top of the ship’s mast just so the two of you can enjoy the sunset in peace, away from the hundreds of staring eyes down on the deck.

"You're entirely too beautiful for your own good, yoi. Stay close to me today—Pop’s sons are loud enough as it is, and they don't need you giving them any more heart attacks."

PORTGAS D. ACE

Ace completely lost his ability to function the moment he laid eyes on you. He froze mid-sentence, his face turning as red as his fire, and he literally fell asleep for a split second from pure brain overload (narcolepsy timing at its absolute finest).

He is incredibly loud, passionate, and energetic about his affection. He will constantly bring you beautiful seashells from random islands, rare jewelry he plundered, or exotic flowers, presenting them to you with a huge, beaming, freckled grin.

If anyone dares to look at you with improper intentions, Ace’s protective instincts catch fire immediately. His shoulders will literally burst into flames, and he’ll stomp over to stand right in front of you, cracking his knuckles menacingly.

He gets easily flustered if you compliment him back or touch his hand. He’ll pull his orange hat down over his eyes to hide his blushing face, stuttering over his words while Thatch and Haruta laugh hysterically in the background.

"A-Ah... you think I look cool? Thanks! But man, you shouldn't smile like that out in the open... my heart seriously can't take it!"

IZOU

As someone who embodies elegance, grace, and traditional beauty, Izou is a connoisseur of aesthetics—yet your presence completely captivated him. He thinks your beauty transcends anything he has ever seen in Wano or the rest of the world.

He takes immense pleasure in pampering you. He loves brushing your hair, helping you select exquisite fabrics for your clothes, and teaching you the finest arts, treating you with a level of gentle reverence that makes you feel like royalty.

Izou’s protectiveness is quiet, sharp, and absolutely lethal. He doesn't need to yell; if a pirate looks at you disrespectfully, Izou will casually draw one of his flintlock pistols, resting the cold barrel right against the offender's temple with a freezing smile.

He loves walking arm-in-arm with you along the deck. He finds a deep sense of pride in knowing that the most breathtaking soul on the sea chooses to stand gracefully by his side.

"They stare because they have never seen true perfection before, my dear. Hold your head high, and let them look—they could live a thousand lifetimes and never be worthy of you."

THATCH

Thatch is naturally a smooth talker and a flirt, but your jaw-dropping beauty completely shattered his confidence the first time you met. He went to give you his signature wink, missed entirely, and accidentally blinked with both eyes while stumbling over a crate.

Once he recovered, he dedicated his entire life to making you happy. His kitchen became your personal paradise; he will spend hours crafting the most visually stunning, delicious pastries and desserts just to see the beautiful way your eyes light up.

He uses comedy to cope with how flustered you make him. He’ll dramatically place a hand over his heart and lean against the kitchen counter, whining about how your radiant smile is giving him a medical emergency.

Despite the jokes, he is incredibly attentive. If he notices people crowding around you or making you uncomfortable on a crowded island, he will seamlessly step in, sling a protective arm around your waist, and navigate you safely back to the ship.

“I’ve cooked for thousands of people, but looking at you makes me forget how to boil water. Seriously, tell me your secret—how are you this beautiful every single morning?”

CHARLOTTE KATAKURI

Katakuri’s Advanced Observation Haki actually backfired on him when he first met you. He saw your face a few seconds before you entered the room, and his future-vision was so utterly blindingly beautiful that he froze in place, completely stunned by the vision before it even happened.

Because he is extremely self-conscious about his own mouth, your flawless, legendary beauty makes him feel intense inner turmoil. However, when you look at him with genuine admiration and affection, his fiercely protective walls completely melt away.

He becomes an immovable, towering fortress around you. If any of his siblings or Big Mom’s subordinates stare at you with malicious envy or improper thoughts, Katakuri will drop his scarf slightly to give them a terrifying, blood-chilling glare that clears the entire courtyard.

He shows his affection through silent, grand gestures. He will use his Mochi powers to subtly craft beautiful, sweet shapes for you, or wrap his massive, warm arm around your form to shield you from the harsh climate of Totto Land.

"My future showed me many things, but it never warned me that someone as breathtaking as you would enter my life. Stay behind me... no one will dare look at you disrespectfully while I am here."

ROB LUCCI

Lucci prides himself on being a cold, emotionless killing machine for CP0, but your ethereal beauty completely disrupted his absolute focus. The first time you walked into his line of sight, his dark eyes widened, and he stopped petting Hattori entirely out of pure, silent shock.

He refuses to do a pathetic double-take like other men, but his possessiveness spikes to an incredibly dangerous level. His intense, feline gaze will follow you everywhere you go, his body coiled tight and ready to strike anyone who gets too close to what he considers his.

Because your looks cause absolute chaos and draw crowds in every city, Lucci treats it as a high-security threat. He will walk a single pace ahead of you, his dark suit immaculate, his hand resting on his hip while radiating a lethal aura that screams touch them and die.

Hattori the pigeon is absolutely obsessed with you. The bird will completely abandon Lucci’s shoulder to flutter over to you, nuzzling against your cheek because your gentle, radiant beauty makes you look like an angel.

"Your presence makes it entirely impossible to conduct a quiet mission. Stay close to my side and do not wander off... the world is full of fools who do not know their place around something so precious."

SHAMROCK FIGARLAND

As a Holy Knight used to the pristine luxury of Mary Geoise, Shamrock has seen the most refined things the world has to offer—yet your beauty made him freeze. He completely lost his aristocratic composure for a split second, his jaw tightening as he stared at you.

He treats you with a level of elite, high-class reverence that borders on worship. He takes immense pride in presenting you with the absolute finest gowns, jewels, and luxuries, believing that only the most perfect items in existence belong on your skin.

His protectiveness is quiet, sharp, and dripping with aristocratic arrogance. If a common pirate or Marine looks at you with anything less than absolute respect, Shamrock will draw his blade just an inch out of its scabbard, the cold gleam of the steel forcing the room to drop to sub-zero temperatures.

He loves offering you his arm, guiding you through grand halls or across the deck of his ship with an elegant, possessive air, thoroughly enjoying the way every single eye in the room is locked onto the stunning masterpiece by his side.

"Let the masses stare until their eyes burn. They are looking at a divinity they can never hope to touch. You belong in the highest heavens, right here beside me."

SABO

Sabo is a smooth, capable leader, but your mind-blowing beauty completely broke his brain. When you first smiled at him, he went to adjust his top hat, completely missed his head, and dropped it into the dirt while his face flushed a violent, deep crimson.

He gets incredibly flustered and easily teased by Koala and Hack because his eyes constantly wander back to you with a soft, completely captivated daze. He’ll stutter over his words, nervously scratching his cheek whenever you lean in to look at a map with him.

Despite his nerves, his position as Chief of Staff means he knows how to handle a crowd. If people start swarming you on a Revolutionary mission because of your looks, Sabo will smoothly slide between you and the crowd, his pipe resting on his shoulder with a bright, warning grin.

He loves treating you to little things, like grabbing your favorite street food on a hidden island or holding your hand to steady you over rocky terrain, his grip warm and lingering just a little bit longer than necessary.

"Ah! Sorry, I lost my train of thought for a second... you're just really beautiful today. Actually, you're always beautiful, but... wow. Let's get out of this crowd so I can actually breathe."

KUZAN

"Arara..." Kuzan’s lazy, laid-back exterior cracked wide open the second he saw you. He pulled his sleeping mask up, his jaw dropping slightly as he stared, and he accidentally froze the entire patch of ocean beneath his bicycle out of sheer, unadulterated shock.

He handles his attraction with a lazy, deeply charming sort of smirk, though his cheeks will dust with a faint pink. He loves slouching next to you, using his immense height to lean over and whisper smooth, slow compliments that make your heart skip.

Because your beauty causes a scene wherever you go, Kuzan uses it as the perfect excuse to be lazy. He will casually construct a beautiful, shimmering ice wall behind the two of you to block out the rest of the world so you can talk in peace.

He is incredibly attentive in his own quiet way. If the sun is beating down too harshly on your skin, he will create a gentle, cool breeze around you or craft a small ice flower for you to hold so you stay perfectly comfortable.

"My, my... you are entirely too dangerous for my peace of mind. Standing next to you is making me feel things that a lazy guy like me shouldn't be dealing with. Mind if I stay right here?"

BORSALINO

"My, my... how frighteningly beautiful~" Borsalino’s signature slow drawl dragged out even longer when he first saw you. His eyes widened behind his yellow sunglasses, and he actually stopped mid-stride, completely dazzled by your radiant presence.

He handles his attraction with an amused, lazy grin, but he will constantly use his Glint-Glint powers to create little sparkles of light around you. He jokes that your beauty is the only thing on the sea that shines brighter than his own laser beams.

Because your looks cause absolute chaos on Marine bases, Borsalino uses his extreme speed to your advantage. The moment a crowd of lower-ranking Marines or pirates starts gathering to gawk at you, he will materialize right in front of you in a flash of light, blockading them with his massive frame.

He loves leaning down from his immense height, hands lazily in his pockets, teasing you just to see the pretty way you blush. He’ll look at the crowd of groveling admirers and give them a slow, mocking wave, completely enjoying the fact that you are standing with him.

"You really shouldn't walk around the New World looking like a goddess~ It makes my job so terribly difficult when every pirate we encounter forgets how to fight the moment they look at you."

SMOKER

Smoker looks like a rough, untouchable Marine, but your legendary beauty completely shattered his gruff exterior. The first time you walked past him on the docks of Loguetown, he inhaled so sharply out of pure shock that he choked on his own cigar smoke, coughing violently while Tashigi looked on in confusion.

He gets incredibly flustered but tries to mask it behind a harsh, grumpy scowl. His entire face and ears will turn bright red whenever you look directly into his eyes or stand too close to him, making him cross his arms tightly to hide how tense he gets.

He becomes intensely protective and territorial. If any bounty hunters, pirates, or even his own G-5 Marines stare at you with inappropriate thoughts, Smoker will unleash his smoke powers to create a dense fog around you, completely hiding you from their sight while barking a furious threat.

He shows his affection through rough but deeply caring actions—grumpily handing you his heavy Marine coat when the sea air gets chilly, or clearing a path through a crowded marketplace so you don't get bumped into by the rowdy locals.

"Hey, keep your eyes on the ground and stay right behind me. This island is full of scum, and I'll damn well arrest anyone who looks at you like you're some kind of prize to be won."

KING

King is entirely silent, brooding, and hidden behind a black leather mask, but your breathtaking beauty pierced right through his cold exterior. When he first beheld you, his massive, dark feathered wings instinctively twitched, and the fire burning on his back flared up in a sudden, intense burst of pure shock.

As a Lunarian who has known nothing but persecution, your gentle, ethereal beauty is a stark contrast to the violent world of the Beast Pirates. He views you as something sacred, treating your presence with a silent, heavy reverence that borders on protective worship.

His possessiveness is absolute and terrifying. He doesn't say a word to those who stare; instead, he will simply step in front of you, unfolding his massive black wings to completely shield your body from view while radiating an aura of pure death that forces everyone to look away in fear.

He shows his affection through silent, majestic gestures—using his immense height to block the harsh sun from your face, or gently nudging you toward a safer spot on the ship with the soft tips of his feathers, making sure you feel entirely secure.

"The world outside is cruel and unworthy of seeing your face. Stay within my shadow... no one will ever dare to lay a finger on you as long as my flames burn."

TRAFALGAR LAW

Law prides himself on being a cold, calculating doctor, but your mind-blowing beauty completely broke his clinical composure. The first time he saw you step onto the Polar Tang, his golden eyes went wide, his grip on his Kikoku sword tightened, and his heart rate spiked so fast he could hear it echoing in his own ears.

He gets incredibly stoic and pulls his fuzzy hat down to hide the dark blush spreading across his cheeks. He handles his attraction by treating you with an intense, quiet focus, his deep voice dropping to an even lower, velvety register whenever he speaks directly to you.

Because your looks cause a total riot wherever you drop anchor, Law treats you like a high-priority patient. He will anchor himself tightly by your side on every island, his hand resting menacingly on his sword, giving a lethal, icy glare to anyone who dares to crowd your personal space.

He loves finding excuses to check your pulse or hold your hand under the guise of "medical checkups," his thumb gently stroking your skin while he secretly enjoys the quiet peace of having the most beautiful soul on the sea all to himself.

"You're a walking hazard to my focus. I've survived battles against Emperors, but one smile from you threatens to give me a stroke. Just... stay in the submarine cabin with me where it's safe."

DOFLAMINGO

Doflamingo is a man who loves luxury and beautiful things, but your celestial beauty completely captivated his twisted mind. The first time he saw you, his dramatic laugh ("Fuffuffuffu!") died completely in his throat, and he slowly tilted his pink sunglasses down to look at you with wide, mesmerized eyes.

He handles his attraction with immense, arrogant pride and toxic possessiveness. He treats you like the ultimate crown jewel of his collection, draped in the finest silks and jewels of Dressrosa, and he loves flaunting you to the world as proof of his absolute power.

If anyone else dares to look at you with anything less than absolute fear and respect, Doflamingo’s veins will pop on his forehead. He will attach his invisible parasite strings to the offender in a microsecond, forcing them to grovel in the dirt or fight their own allies for daring to look at his treasure.

He loves pulling you onto his lap on his grand throne, wrapping his massive pink feather coat completely around your shoulders to isolate you from the rest of the world, smirking down at you with a deep, dangerous purr.

"Look at them groveling at your feet, my beautiful angel... They know you belong to a king. You are the only treasure in this pathetic world that is truly worthy of sitting on my throne beside me."

DRACULE MIHAWK

Mihawk is the most composed, unbothered man on the sea, but your ethereal beauty managed to throw him completely off balance. When you first walked into his grand, quiet castle on Kuraigana Island, he stopped mid-pour of his red wine, his sharp, hawk-like eyes widening in pure, silent captivation.

He refuses to show a vulgar display of emotion, but his intense gaze will lock onto you with absolute permanence. He finds himself entirely unable to look away from you, his stoic face softening into a rare, incredibly handsome expression whenever you enter the room.

Because he values peace above all else, the fact that your beauty draws chaos is a test of his patience. However, instead of being annoyed, he takes it upon himself to protect your quiet. He will sit on the deck of his small black boat with you, his massive Black Blade Yoru resting visibly beside him, a silent warning that keeps the entire ocean at bay.

He shows his affection through refined, quiet intimacy—inviting you to sit with him in his grand dining hall, brewing a perfect cup of tea for you, and listening to your voice with a level of undivided attention that he grants to absolutely no one else in the world.

"A blade can cut through anything on this sea, yet your gaze is the only thing that has ever managed to disarm me. Sit with me... let the rest of the world rage outside while we enjoy this peace."

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[Best Friend] Nami x Fem!Reader “You look good, bitch, can I get a kiss?”

“Can you blame me for wanting to be more than friends?” Docking on a tropical island, Nami asks you to tag along in her shopping spree. She seems much more affectionate than usual, what could possibly happen?

[Plan B] Sir Crocodile x Fem!Reader “Still can’t believe I used to fuck with ya, Popping Plan B’s ‘cause I ain’t planned to be stuck with ya”

“You’re stuck with me. Forever.” “That’s what you think.” Fed up with your marriage, you finally put your foot down and leave. Hit by the reality of your departure, Crocodile seeks you out.

[Flaws and All] Sanji x Fem!Reader “I don’t know why you love me, And that’s why I love you” <<IN PROGRESS>>

“I don’t know how I ended up with such a beautiful woman… But i’ll never let you down.” Loving Sanji was to love him fully. Flaws and all. And he can’t comprehend how a goddess like yourself sees the beauty in him.

[All Night] Rob Lucci x Reader [Alt. Ending] “With every tear came redemption, And my torturer became my remedy”

Splat. Splat. Splat.

The dripping of the water got on his nerves.

It’s too loud in the empty storage room. Like a metronome that keeps track of every agonising second he’s sitting there. 

Splat. Splat.

It’s too dark to see the source. The pantry is too small for any windows. Sanji could turn on the light, but getting up from his sitting position against the door feels like an impossible task. 

He should be bothered by the darkness, or the annoying torture of a sound. He should be figuring out where the water is coming from, or at least let Franky or Usopp know, so they can fix whatever it is, but he has no energy to stand up. 

He barely has energy to breathe.

Whatever, it’s not like the ship is going to sink. Every man of the sea knows water won’t trickle into a sailing ship. Water is like a God, all powerful and demanding. A leak in the ship would make itself known, pushing everything out of their way to do the one task Poseidon has laid upon it: to take away oxygen.

Plus, if the ship would really sink right now, Sanji wouldn’t care.

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No one would

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Sanji shakes his head, mentally begging the intrusive thoughts to please, leave him alone. 

The hands in his hair tighten. It doesn’t ground him whatsoever.

When he was a kid, he learned physical harm won’t take away the pain.

His brothers tried to teach him first. They didn’t step down for emotional torture; reminding him he wasn’t loved, humiliating him and threatening to kill him weren’t unusual situations. Ichiji was the worst. He always knew exactly what to say and when to say it. 

Yonji and Niji preferred the physical harm. They’re the ones to teach him that physical pain will never be able to overshadow his mental burdens. No matter how much he bled and cried, or locked up and starved, the thoughts were worse. 

Sanji hates to think of them. They’re part of who he is and, though he doesn’t want to think about it, who he’ll always be. The melancholy and demons of his past are intertwined in every part of his being. 

Every time he feeds his crew, he makes sure to make his own portion a little smaller. He makes sure to wake up a little earlier and go to bed a little later than anyone else. He puts in extra effort to make his crew’s favourite food, drinks and desserts on special days, but never his own. In fights, he’d give up his life for his nakama in the split of a second. 

They’re all small reminders of remains of a past that taught him he’s less than others. 

He breathes deeply. The anxiety in his bones doesn’t settle. 

The mixed signals his body is sending him are making him dizzy. He wants to scratch his arms until he bleeds. He wants to hit his head against the wall until he blacks out. Wants to kick against the door until his legs give in. He wants to scream until his lungs double down, until his body hits the floor, and he gets a couple of seconds of peace.

But that’s now how it works. 

His body has no energy to fuel itself to do anything. Sanji wonders where the energy to keep his heart beating is coming from.

Splat .

A small smile plays on his lips.

His life is a fucking joke.

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Soft footsteps walk above him.

He opens his eyes slowly.

The darkness is still present. His back hurts from being in a very uncomfortable sitting position for too long. How long has he been asleep?

A knock right above his head makes him shiver. 

“Sanji-kun?” Nami’s voice is soft and elegant. It’s beautiful, just like her.

He doesn’t want to respond, but all hell will break loose if they think they’ve lost him somewhere on the big broad sea. If Nami’s searching for him of all people, his nakama is definitely worried.

“Yes, dear?” He responds breathlessly, glad he locked the door before he fell asleep.

As expected, the handle goes down, but the door doesn’t budge. The handle hits the top of his head. Sanji closes his eyes in annoyance, but doesn’t react otherwise. It hurts only a bit, but it feels comforting.

“Are you coming for dinner? Why is the door locked?”

Sanji rolls his eyes. Is it so hard for the crew to leave him alone? He made them dinner. It’s neatly placed on the counter of his beloved kitchen. All they have to do is heat it up, and he’s pretty sure even Luffy could manage to do that. 

“Go ahead and eat, my sweet. I’ve had dinner already,” he tells her as convincingly as possible.

His stomach rumbles softly, but luckily not loud enough for her to hear. The thought of food makes his stomach twist and turn. If she keeps pestering him, he might throw up.

“Oh…” She responds. “Well, will you sit with us then? You can sit between Robin and me.”

In normal circumstances, Sanji would jump at the chance. He’d be their footstool during meals if they asked, but not today. 

The empty feeling will only get worse if he accepts. Seeing his friends, his nakama, enjoy their day and talk while he feels so disconnected and stuck in the past will only bring more torture. He learned his lesson way back in Arrabasta.

“I’m kind of busy right now,” he says softly. His eyes are clenched closed as he says it, already regretting but having to accept the situation.

The handle gets pushed again, and once more, Sanji feels the cold metal make contact with his head. This time there’s less force behind it. Nami already knows it won’t work, but it doesn’t stop her desperate attempt to try and pry open the door again.

“Sanji, come on,” she says softly. “What’s wrong? Is it because of what happened at Whole Cake? Do you want to talk about it?”

He shakes his head. Even if Nami can’t see it, he has to shake away the images of Judge. A wave of embarrassment flushes over him. He wishes they had never learned of his past.

It should’ve been easy. He had never told anyone his last name, never told them anything about his childhood or his brothers... What a twisted play of fate that she decided to reveal his darkest secrets to his new family. 

They know he’s pathetic. They’ve seen his family first hand. They haven’t seen the bruises, or the mental scars that will never leave, but they understand. 

He pushes up his sleeves without looking. His hands search his wrists on both sides, where he feels a ragged line. Whose father would put his own son in handcuffs for long enough that he’s scarred? They’re like his own personal handcuffs, keeping him tied to the dark memories of Germa. 

A singular tear rolls from his eye. He hopes his voice doesn’t show any emotion.

“I really need to finish this, Nami. Please leave me alone.” 

He hears her ragged breath, proof of her hesitation. It pains him to realise; they don’t trust him on his own.

The worst part is, he knows they’re right. He’s in no position to be left alone, but he can’t ask them for help. What would they even help him with? Luffy had promised him the revelations of Whole Cake would change nothing - so they have no reason to suddenly meddle with his self-depreciation issues. 

The sound of her footsteps slowly fading away bleeds through the door. Sanji asked for this, basically begging the orange-haired woman to leave him alone, but he can’t help the nails he unconsciously digs into his wrists. 

She doesn’t care about you

Mindlessly, he stares at the stock of cheap alcohol in front of him. Technically, it’s Zoro’s, but everyone knows the pantry is Sanji’s territory, so that gives him at least some authority over the superfluous amount of sake, right?

He downs a bottle before he can really think about it. It’s messy, Sanji has never been very good at downing something quickly. Droplets fall down the side of his mouth, on his shirt, his trousers.

He wipes his face clean with his hand before grabbing a second. The wetness feels sticky, and the taste is disgusting, but that doesn’t matter.

The burn in his throat feels nice. It grounds him more than the pain of his cuffs in Whole Cake ever had.

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The swaying of the ship feels weird. His centre of balance has shifted from alcohol from pretty good to non-existent. His back’s now against the cupboard with liquor. His eyes keep falling closed involuntarily, but it doesn’t matter. Not like the door is very interesting to look at, anyway. 

Sanji could hear Zoro walking through the corridors from a mile away. It’s good they don’t fish during the night, when Zoro is usually awake, or he’d scare every living creature in a thirty-mile radius to death.

He giggles softly at his own joke.

‘’Cook? Everyone went to bed, come out before I open the door myself,’’ Zoro’s voice doesn’t waver, leaving absolutely no space for arguments. 

‘’Try me, brute,’’ Sanji laughs, taking another swig of - what was it again?

‘’Are you drinking my fucking sake?’’ Zoro sounds angry.

That was it! Sake.

Sanji plops the empty bottle down on the ground. It makes a hollow sound in the otherwise abandoned part of the ship.

‘’I swear to God, I will cut down this fucking door if you don’t open it right now, Cook,’’ Zoro grits through his teeth.

Sanji doesn’t respond. He closes his eyes to try and focus more on the sounds and vibrations of the ship. How is there so little sound? He can hear the waves crash against the side of the ship in a rhythm. His stomach churns a bit at the constant movement, but it’s something you get accustomed to after a life at sea.

The sound of Wado being taken out of its saya triggers Sanji’s fight or flight response. All his muscles tense as his eyes immediately open, he automatically looks around the room in search of any danger. He’s conditioned to link the sound to a fight.

‘’Wait!’’ He stammered. ‘’Don’t - I’ll, I’ll open it.’’ 

It takes some stumbling before he’s up and twists the lock open. 

Zoro pushes the door open as soon as he hears the click. Not taking Sanji’s current state into account - who needed a couple more seconds to grasp the change of situation - the door gets slammed against Sanji’s shoulder, who immediately loses his balance.

The pathetic sight in front of him makes Zoro sigh. Sanji fell down and is currently pouting up at the swordsman with a mean glare, next to several bottles of empty liquor. He quickly counts them.

‘’Seven? You drank seven bottles of MY sake?’’ Zoro screams angrily, pointing somewhere in the direction of the bottles or Sanji - the pantry isn’t that big.

‘’Try to outdrink me, Mosshead,’’ Sanji says simply, picking up another bottle.

Zoro quickly takes it out of his hand, earning another angry glare from the blond. ‘’You’re an idiot, you know that? I’ve outdrank you more times than I can count, and you’re not supposed to last after five.’’

‘’Oh, haven’t you heard?’’ Sanji laughs, amused. ‘’I’m a superhuman now! I can do whatever the fuck I want, also, fuck you.’’

Zoro closes his eyes in annoyance. He hadn’t heard the full story of Whole Cake yet. No one really seemed eager to talk about it, and Zoro’s never been one to gossip, not taking into account it’s only been days since they’d left Wano. 

‘’Does this have to do with that stupid question you asked me in Wano?’’ he asks. 

‘’Which one?’’ Sanji asks curiously.

‘’You know-’’ Zoro says awkwardly. They haven’t really talked about it, not really. ‘’About the… The promise.’’

‘’Oh!’’ Sanji suddenly seems to remember. He tries to stand up, but the sea hasn’t been very kind this night- a particularly strong wave makes him crash down onto the floor again. 

Zoro gives him a hand to help him up.

‘’About killing me?’’ Sanji asks, tightly holding Zoro’s hand. 

They stand still for a couple of seconds, awkwardly staring at each other, until Zoro tugs his hand back. ‘’Yes, that one.’’

Sanji smiles as he steadies himself against the wall with one hand. ‘’Yes and no. Everything has to do with each other, can’t you see?’’ He laughs as he says it, but it’s the most emotionless thing Zoro’s ever heard him say.

Zoro stares at Sanji for a second before realising this isn’t going to help. He promised the crew to get the cook to bed as soon as his watch started - he would’ve picked the blond up three hours ago at dinner time if Nami hadn’t stood on giving Sanji some alone time. 

Look what that brought them. Now, drunk Sanji is his problem. He’s going to curse that witch one day.

‘’Come, we’re going outside. It surprises me you haven’t tried to smoke and light the ship on fire in there,’’ Zoro sighs, grabbing Sanji’s hand and dragging him with him to the deck. 

The idea of finally smoking makes Sanji sound a relieved moan. Zoro feels a blush creep up all the way to his ears. 

‘’Quiet down,’’ he says, annoyed, ‘’if you wake someone up with your whining I’m going to be blamed.’’

The door to the deck gets opened, and Sanji basks in the feel of the cold night air.

‘’So? Don’t want them to think we’re having a little tumble between the sheets, Mossy?’’

Zoro curses loudly. He has half a mind to throw Sanji overboard and act like he has nothing to do with it, but in this state he’s never going to figure out a way to get on dry land again. 

Instead, he opts to take a deep breath. ‘’What is your fucking problem today? First you make everyone worry, then you drink and make it my problem, and now you’re coming onto me?’’

‘’I’m not coming onto you,’’ Sanji says absentmindedly, trying to talk and fish a cigarette out of his chest pocket is harder than it looks when you’re swaying from left to right with no centre of gravity, ‘’but I’m too drunk to do anything against it, so this is your chance.’’

Zoro knows the noble thing would be to let the blond have a cigarette, give him a glass of water and toss him into bed, but he can’t. He’s too curious. The cook is always so closed off, prissy and uncomfortable about any personal conversation - this is his chance to get some information out of Sanji. 

He’s a man of honour, but this is a unique situation. One where he can make a little exception to learn about the annoying, irritable guy he hasn’t been able to get out of his head for months.

Sanji’s standing against the railing. His legs tremble, it only takes a slight push from Zoro to get him on the ground. 

‘’Sit down,’’ he says, already getting seated next to the man. ‘’You’re not - You’re not into men, right?’’

Sanji lets out a lighthearted laughter, but once again, the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. ‘’Only into the pretty ones.’’

Zoro raises his eyes, but Sanji doesn’t react. Zoro’s not even sure if Sanji realises all the shit he’s sprouting right now. ‘’The pretty ones?’’

‘’Mhmm,’’ Sanji mumbles, taking a big drag out of his cigarette. ‘’Like Ace.’’

Zoro’s jaw drops at this information. ‘’You had a thing for Ace?’’

‘’No, my love,’’ Sanji smiles. The nickname hits Zoro right where it hurts. ‘’We had a thing.’’ 

Zoro can feel the sadness radiate off of the man like a heater.

‘’Truthfully, I’m… I’m happy I wasn’t at Marineford. I don’t think… I would’ve been able to comfort Luffy.’’ He sighs deeply, staring out onto the deck. His voice grows even more soft and fragile, ‘’I wish I was there for Luffy, but… I think I would’ve broke, too, right on that battlefield.’’

Zoro is not sure how to react. He didn’t expect Sanji to have a thing for Luffy’s brother, let alone for said brother to reciprocate those feelings. Were they feelings? A relationship? Or just casual sex? 

The question seems rude to ask now that Sanji sounds so sad.

He’s nervous about being turned down, but also desperately wants to comfort the cook in some way. He’s no stranger to grief, and knows the painful feeling that worms its way into your heart like a parasite, only to never let go. 

Zoro quietly grabs Sanji’s hand, the one not holding a cigarette, and hopes fiercely he doesn’t get turned down.

Sanji doesn’t. Instead, the blond quietly weaves their fingers together.

‘’What about you?’’ He asks.

‘’Hm?’’ Zoro asks. ‘’What about me?’’

Sanji turns his head to look him in the eye. He looks handsome. The moonlight paints his hair a softer colour than it actually is, and makes his one visible eye light up like… like the all blue Sanji always goes on about.

If only he knew he’s carrying his own dream in the iris of his eye.

Sanji's smile is a mix between misschievous and sad. The perfect explanation for this weird night - kind of sad, but it also gives a thrill to see Sanji like this, so honest and unfiltered. 

‘’Are you into pretty men?’’

Zoro nods worthlessly. How could he explain that the most beautiful man he could ever imagine is sitting right in front of him? 

Sanji laughs softly. ‘’Thought so.’’

‘’What does that mean?’’ Zoro asks, slightly annoyed. What a way to mess up their conversation.

‘’It’s nothing bad. You just never seem to appreciate the beauty of a lady.’’

Zoro hums softly. ‘’I’ve never really liked women.’’

‘’Not one?’’ Sanji sounds surprised. ‘’Not even Hiyori?’’

Zoro shakes his head. ‘’She was sweet, but I can’t let anyone distract me from my goal.’’

‘’Not even a beautiful man?’’

Zoro smiles softly. ‘’Only if that man has the same goal as me.’’ The moment the words leave his lips, an anxious feeling creeps up on him. Is this too much information? Will Sanji figure out this little, one-sided crush he has? 

He cringes, but Sanji just tightens the grip on his hand. ‘’I understand that.’’ 

The swordsman’s clenched muscles relax, and he sighs relieved. Sanji’s drunk, and how could he forget, kind. 

‘’Can I -’’ he starts, scared to bring up the conversation, but it has to happen. Sanji doesn’t seem that drunk anymore, and the possibility of ever bringing up this topic without getting a kick in the face again seems small. He has to know ‘’Can I ask about Wano?’’

‘’The question?’’ Sanji asks.

Zoro hums softly.

It’s quiet between the two. The waves rhythmically crash against the boat. Sanji’s lighter clicks once to light another cigarette. 

Zoro sighs deeply, maybe it was wrong to bring it up, but Sanji hasn’t let go of his hand yet.

‘’I wanted to be sure I’d be dealt with properly… if something happened to me,’’ Sanji sighs. ‘’I didn’t want to hurt our crew.’’

‘’You would never hurt our crew. Why would you think that?’’ Zoro is starting to realise that maybe he did miss a big part of Whole Cake. 

Sanji’s eyes linger on their hands. Zoro doesn’t comment on it.

The quietness resumes until Sanji finishes his cigarette. He turns the hand they’re holding around, so his palms are up in the air. With the other hand, he slowly moves up his sleeve.

The scars around his wrist look deep. They’re not fully settled yet- but it hurts to imagine what it used to look like. Zoro moves their hands around to get a better look, confirming for himself that the scar is a circle around his complete wrist- but it’s not linear, it’s ragged.

‘’Who did this to you?’’ Zoro is very aware of the protective tone in his voice, but he can’t help it. Whoever dared to touch their cook needs to be dealt with.

Sanji grips Zoro’s hand a little tighter before responding, ‘’my father.’’

Zoro looks up, the fresh tears in the blond’s eye make him nauseous. ‘’What?’’

The small, pathetic smile on Sanji’s lips feels like a kick to the chest.

‘’He’s… not a great man. He cuffed me on Whole Cake. If I went against him, they’d blow up. Remember the collars of the slaves of the world nobles in Sabaody?’’

Zoro nods softly.

‘’It was like that.’’ Sanji’s eyes fall down to his wrists. ‘’He did more to me… To my body... I wanted to be sure that if he did something irreversible, you’d keep the crew safe… From me.’’ The last word is accompanied by a sob.

Zoro immediately lets go of his hand to throw his arms around the cook’s shoulders.

Soft sobs make Sanji’s shoulders shake, but it’s quiet. He barely makes a sound as he breaks in Zoro’s arms.

‘’Don’t cry now, Curls,’’ Zoro whispers in his ears. His hand plays with the blond locks around his neck. ‘’I’ve got you. We’ll make him pay, okay? I promise.’’

Sanji shakes his head, but makes no move to leave the embrace. ‘’I can’t.’’

Zoro tries to pull back to look Sanji in the eyes, but the hold on his body is too strong, so he just lets him. 

‘’Why not?’’

‘’He’s my father,’’ Sanji whispers against Zoro’s neck. ‘’I can’t…’’ He takes a couple of deep breaths to steady his voice. Once he’s ready, he doesn’t move away as Zoro expected, he moves closer , nuzzling his nose in Zoro’s neck. ‘’My mother loved him, in some kind of way. I can’t hurt him. For her.’’

Zoro mindlessly plays with Sanji’s hair. ‘’I can do it quickly?’’

Sanji breaks the embrace, slowly pushing the man away from him. ‘’No, you brute,’’ he says with no insulting undertone. 

Zoro knows he might cross a boundary with his next move, but he can’t help it. 

He cups Sanji’s face with his hands, wiping away the tears that have fallen. He’s not used to the kindness in Sanji’s heart, even to people who don’t deserve it, but what Sanji wants, Sanji gets. ‘’Okay. But we’ve got you, yeah? No one is killing anybody, then.’’

Sanji closes his eyes, leaning into the feeling of the warm hands on his face. ‘’Please…’’ he whispers, ‘’I… Please. Promise me you will if I ask.’’

‘’Your father? I will kill him in a heartbeat if you as much as point in his direction.’’

Sanji shakes his head, not opening his eyes and heavily leaning on Zoro’s hands. 

‘’No. I need you to kill me if I ask.’’

‘’Sanji…’’

‘’Just promise me,’’ Sanji opens his eyes, fresh tears are ready to fall and his bottom lip quivers, but he bravely talks without letting his voice quiver, ‘’I need to know you’ve got my back.’’

Zoro plays with Sanji’s hair, moving it out of the way and softly stroking the side that’s not always in front of his face. He knows the cook long enough to know which part of his face he wants to keep covered, even if he has never understood why. He’s so beautiful.

‘’I always got your back,’’ Zoro whispers softly. ‘’But I won’t mindlessly kill you. You’re too important to the crew. And to me.’’

Sanji closes his eyes, leaning into the touch of Zoro’s hand. He sighs so deeply, it almost worries Zoro. 

‘’I’m not that impo-’’ he stops himself before finishing. ‘’Will you kill me if I go insane, then?’’