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Went on an OMG Sanji bender this weekend - one request posted, another on the way!

I loved the first part with sabo (you take your time to write the second part, I'm not here to pressure you or anything, just breathe)

I would just like a headcanons or scenario with the monster trio (especially Sanji-kun of love) where they discover and their reactions when female reader tells them that she is the daughter of a yonko...... Shanks, she is shanks daughter! (I know Luffy will be happy since he likes Shanks) but Zoro and Sanji don't know him! At least. Not personally. And I would like to know their reactions to the three of them. Thank you in advance if you accept 🥺

Hello my dear!

Thank you so much for your patience with the Sabo piece. It makes me so happy to hear you enjoyed the first part. I am about 1/2-way done with part three as we speak, but I want to get that ending *just* right, so it's gonna take a bit longer to finish & publish.

(And if you're interested, I could also do an interlude about Ace and Luffy's POV on that particular request; just DM and let me know ;)

Now, without further ado, I hope you enjoy these lovely reaction headcannons/scenarios - Enjoy! :)

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What's in a Yonko-?

Monster Trio x Red-Hair F! Reader

Warnings: Slight!AU, mild-to-average swearing. The reader has a vague backstory.

Prologue:

You didn't know it then, but part of the reason Shanks stopped in the East Blue all those years ago was to check on you and your mother.

Unfortunately, your mother was not there to greet him - just you and a rambunctious monkey of a boy who proceeded to be your anchor in the storm.

Shanks could not be more grateful that his little girl had found a family there at Party's Bar. But the guilt of leaving you alone...of not being there when you lost your mother...the burden laid heavily on his chest, and he couldn't bring himself to tell you the truth.

Little did our red-haired captain know, but you still had fleeting memories of him. Memories of your father are like shards of glass in the back of your mind, waiting to catch the light. Unfortunately, those little shards of memory would not find the light for some time yet.

More than ten years after Shanks' 'vacation' in Fuschia Village - two years after Sabaody and Marineford and the shattered hearts that came after - you were sailing back to the Archipelago on your own.

It was at the request of your beloved captain that you'd waited this long. If you'd had it your way, you would have carved a path through hell to find him again by the end of those first 3 days. But once you read those headlines and saw Luffy's mourning face on that paper's front page, you couldn't even pick yourself up off the floor.

The sun had nearly set when you came across an island in the distance. With your newly-tuned Haki, you were able to notice a grassy outcropping. Jutting out in a sharp peninsula, you could see two clearly marked monuments at the point of those cliffs, enraptured by fresh flowers. The first monument was dressed in a great white coat like a scarecrow flapping in the wind. Fluttering from the second monument...was a bright orange relic you thought you'd never see again.

Without a second thought, you set course for that island. Barely bothering to moor your boat, you charged up that beach and scrambled for the cliffs as quickly as possible. Your rational mind protested the rush, but your heart was never one to listen. Ace was a part of your heart, just as he was a part of Luffy's. He was your friend, your partner in protecting his troublesome brother from danger. A shoulder to lean on after the death of Sabo.

First Sabo, now Ace...Were you and Luffy truly destined to be alone in the world?

No. You still had your crew. That's what you were going home to. But you had to see this through first. You had to say goodbye to the first family you'd found--one last time.

When you reached the precipice of that cliff, you expected to be alone. But no. What you saw instead had your feet screeching to a halt, startled-stiff in place with a shock you hadn't known since -since Sabo's death, Ace's death, your mother's death...

It was him.

As the sun fell into the sea, it painted the sky with vivid, vibrant watercolours like a bleeding wound across the sky. Crimson bleeding into amber and gold as it rippled with flashes of white on the tide. Silhouetted by all this light - was a familiar black coat.

The coat would have needed to be more on its own, however. The strange figure sitting in front of these memorials, sipping a bottle of sake with the breeze - you might not have known him if not for just that one shard of light. One last ray of sunlight caught crimson hair and set it ablaze.

Fire. Fire. Fire.

Suddenly, it was as if the whole world caught fire behind your eyes:

A pair of children, embers in the wind, slipping on wet sand, laughing at the waves roaring. ‘Hey, wait up!’ Luffy.

A blurry silhouette behind a crackling curtain of flames, a burning shove, a grating scream; ‘Don’t wait, GO!’ Ace.

A last whispered wish shared between a mother and daughter's glassy eyes: 'Set out to sea, my love. You're father's waiting for you...'

It's only then that the man seems to register your presence. His posture straightens, and he turns to look at you, brows furrowed. It appears to be a ready snarl. But at the sight of you, his threatening words falter.

"-Y/N?"

A man turns in the doorway, a smiling crescent moon; ‘Wait for me?’ The sun lights his hair on fire.

Fire. Fire. 

Father.

"Shanks-" the word is a gasp as if the breath had been kicked from your lungs.

"Wait, what are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be -?"

"It's you."

LUFFY

The moment the Red-Haired Pirates dropped you off at Sabaody, you fucking bolted for Shakky's Bar. Beckman already had the drop that Rayleigh would have brought him there first. 'Him', in this case, being Luffy. -And there was no way you would go another second without telling your best friend the good news.

"Luffy-!"

As it turned out, you were the last to arrive. The rest of the crew was gathered together, and all turned to stare at you as soon as you arrived. When the others clocked your presence, many rose from their seats, eager for a reunion embrace, but you forestalled them for the moment.

"Wait, guys, I swear this is important - Luffy-!"

"Y/N-mph?"

You found him chowing down on a ham leg the size of Brooke's afro. His eyes lit up the moment he saw you. Literally bouncing out of his bar stool to coil around you in a rubbery embrace.

"Y/N~! You're back! What took you so long~? I wanna go exploring-!"

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Hello anon!

Thank you for the lovely message. I'm glad that you liked my ideas. Funnily enough, I've always head-cannoned Shanks as being, well...all of the above. He's a silly drunk who can be both a liberally open hearted lover and simultaneously the most sappily romantic and devoted partner one could ask for. These traits are not mutually exclusive, necessarily. People, including fictional characters, contain multitudes—But I could go on about that for hours, lol.

All that to say, thank you for your comment. I appreciate your feedback so very much & it warms my heart to know you've enjoyed my works. Any fellow fan of Shanks is more than welcome!

All the best,

Yay!! My first ask! Thank you so much, Anon! I decided to write about the morning part of the day, if that’s okay. I’m setting this scenario after Water 7 and before Thriller Bark because I forgot about Brook & Jinbe. I hope you enjoy!

Italics = dialogue (including rudimentary French)

Bold Italics = Japanese (spelled out, idk kanji)

Gif by 1997onepiece

An Average Day

The day begins early. There’s a thread of light leaking under the door even before dawn. Peeking in, a familiar lanky-noodle of a man can be seen in rumpled clothes, still wiping the sleep from his eyes. The soft clatter of dishes can be heard as his hands shuffle about on autopilot. One fist lifting a pan from a cabinet. Another fidgeting with the silk knot of his tie. A wisp of smoke trails from the corner of his lip and out the porthole window.

Every color of dawn passes through the windows. Dusky grey as the seas and shadows of night give way to light. He readjusts the buttons on his shirt that he missed. Faded indigo grows bright as flares of sunlight scatter across the wide open sky. He settles the loop of his tie under his collared shirt. The knot sits right beneath his throat. By then, the world out the window is nothing but blue.

Freshly pressed and clean as a chef can be, ‘Black Leg’ Sanji sets to work. The sizzling of ingredients over an open flame is enough to draw a few groaning bed-heads and rumbling stomachs into the room. Most are aware enough to mumble a greeting, which the chef appreciates. A small smile tugs at the edge of his cigarette as he registers each voice.

“Good morning, Chef-san,” a sweet voice croons into the room.

The click of recognition in Sanji’s brain is enough to send his heart a-flutter. “Robin-chwan!” Steam erupts from his ears like grease in a hot pan. “What a wonder it is to see you this lovely morning!” he crows. Spinning around on a perfectly-polished heel, he serves his beloved crewmate on the pristine porcelain plate she so admired back in Water 7. “A breakfast sandwich for our lovely nightingale. Bon appetit, mon amie.”

Robin hides a darling chuckle behind a delicate hand. Sanji can feel his knees wanting to crumble under the rush of hearing her laughter. Sparkling joy rushes down his spine. But he quickly shakes himself. There are more meals to be made, after all. And many more crewmates to feed.

Just as the willowy blonde cook turns back to the stove, he hears the crisp clop-clop of hooves on the hardwood floor. “Bon-bonjou--” A bright, squeaky little yawn follows the groaning of the kitchen door. “Bon morning, Sanji~”

The older cook chuckles to himself. “Très bonjour, Chopper,” He says, passing him a little wrapped package from the pantry. “This chocolate has some nuts in it, that okay?” The little reindeer gives a sleepy nod before wandering to sit next to the elegant Robin. Sanji smiles a little, gnawing on his cigarette.

All-too-soon, that chain-smoking cook hears the all-too familiar stomps of boots. The tinkling of scabbards like wind chimes rambles closer and closer until a bulky black shadow stands in the doorway. Sanji grits his teeth, nearly sawing his smoke in half. “Marimo.”

“Curly brow.”

“Go sit down.” The chef ground out. “Your food’s almost ready.”

“I think I’ll just stand here, actually.”

Sanji whirls around towards the swordsman. “You trying to piss me off, moss-hea—“

“Morning, Sanji-kun!”

Suddenly it was as if the clouds parted and the heavens opened up before him. But even the clouds of Skypiea could have hosted such a gorgeous angel. Sanji’s spinning feet nearly collapse underneath him. He pushes himself off the counter, eager to greet the darling of the Strawhat crew.

“Ah, Nami-swan!” He smiles, his heart singing at the sight of her. “What a blinding vision you are, a gift from the sea goddess herself!” He takes her hand in his, as if inviting her to dance. Her fiery sunset hair flares in the early morning light. Her warmth amber eyes dance with flattered mirth. The softness of her hand against his calloused palm has Sanji’s pulse fluttering in his ears. He leads her gracefully to the table, where she’s seated with fresh squeezed orange juice and a bowl of equally-Colorful fruit salad. “Profiter, belle mademoiselle.”

“Merci beaucoup, Sanji-kun!”

If it weren’t for the brooding Marimo glaring a variety of blades into his back, Sanji may have just fainted on the spot. However, determined to maintain his composure, he simply lifted a bento from the table and showed it to the man over his shoulder. “I told you to sit down, Moss-head. You forget where your spot was?”

Zoro grunted. Marching up to the table he swiped the bento from Sanji’s grip and dropped himself down on the dining room bench. The chef huffed. Ungrateful brute. And a messy one at that. Within a moment of sitting down, he has rice grains stuck to his cheeks and chin. Sanji rolled his eyes and returned to work. At least Zoro was enjoying the meal. That was all a good cook could ask for.

“urgh-guh-morning...” the rambling natter of a long-nosed sniper sounds almost gravely at such an early hour. Sanji can hear the soft scritch-scratch of the young man ruffling his mop of unruly curls.

“Mornin’ Long-nose,” he greets the younger man. He thinks he might hear a grumble of protest from the rumpled boy. Sanji chuffs to himself. Wordlessly, he passes Ussop a seafood omelette and a bottle of tabasco on his shuffle to the table. After a moment of hushed tapping, ceramic and silverware and murmurs of morning voices—Sanji blinks. He turns to the sniper once more. “Where’s Franky?”

“Bulled in all-Nighteye in da-shop again,” Ussop slurs. “He’s passed out. Da-sided to let’em sleep this time.”

The chef absorbs this information with a thoughtful nod. He knows there’s another bento box in the cabinet somewhere. He just needs to find one to fit Franky’s appetite. The shop is his anchoring place. Sanji will take the shipwright’s meal down there before washing up. Everybody gets messy in that place.

Speaking of appetite—“SANJI~!!”

Everybody looked up. The cook turned and braced for impact. Sure enough—THWAP! The rubbery captain smacked into him with all the force of a Marine cannonball. Sanji heaved, but managed to stand his ground. All the while, Luffy was chanting.

“Oi, Sanji! I smell food, you got food? I smell meat, do you have meat? I love meat, ‘specially meat on the bone. You got any of that, Sanji?!”

“You bet your ass I do,” Sanji retorted. Pulling open the SUPER deluxe oven Franky made last week, the chef reveals his culinary masterpiece. Three dinosaur-sized legs of meat, with a cleaned bone on one side, just like his captain liked it.

He’d had to let them marinade overnight just to make sure he didn’t make the rubber-twerp sick with undercooked meat. He wasn’t sure the impulsive freak could get sick. But he didn’t want to be the one to test that theory. Franky had to assure him many times over that the oven wouldn’t catch fire if left in attended. Just looking at the finished product, Sanji could feel his tired bones sag with relief.

Luffy had all three ‘meat sticks’ in hand in the blink of an eye. Sanji turned and growled at him. “Go sit and eat at the table, you rubber animal!”

“Course I will, Sanji. I’ll always eat what you cook!” Luffy replies with a beaming grin.

“That’s not what I—”

“Hey Ussop! I got more meat than you!”

“Of course you did, Luffy, you’re a freak of nature.”

“I think you mean force of nature—“ Nami-san commented dryly.

And so their chatter continued. Every voice overlapping and rising in a joyful noise unlike Sanji had ever heard before. Even when he sailed on the Orbit, or with the fighting cooks on the Baratie. The next time he blinked, that thrice-blasted swordsman was in front of him again. Empty bento in hand, mossy green hair mussed in all directions—the stoic fool eyed him with a level stare. Sanji was just about to bark an insult at him when...Zoro’s sash brushed past his arm. He walked just close enough so Sanji could hear:

“Itadaki—merci, Ero-cook. You did good.”

Where little embers of embarrassment were glowing on the swordsman’s ears, Sanji’s face caught fire. He stomped out his cigarette. Then quickly lit another. One deep breath. A plume of smoke follows his exhale like a sleeping dragon.

One Day at a Time

Hello, anon! Thank you so much for waiting. Tumblr decided to gnaw on your ask for a while before letting me see it. Though your requested headcanons turned into more of a scenario than anything else, hope you don’t mind. Enjoy the hurt/comfort fluff!

(P.S. Mental health issues, including depression, are not fun or cute. I am not writing this to romanticize mental illness, but as a way to comfort those who need it. With that in mind, if your depression is serious please seek help from a professional. Remember: you are loved, you matter, and you are enough.)

Warnings: Slight angst/fluff, Mental illness (depression) w/ inadvertent isolation & starvation

The sun shines down from a clear blue sky. Dawn has long since passed and the blue-ness stretches on forever.

You gaze at the blending of blues from the porthole window. It’s days like this your crew loves best. Luffy looks at the bright, endless sky and sees his freedom. Sanji looks out to the horizon and sees his dream out there waiting for him.

 But today? All you can think about is how deep the ocean is, how deep and dark it gets. So much so that the water turns cold and the sun can’t reach. No one can truly reach the yawning abyss of the sea. 

Thoughts like that remind you just how small you are. They turn your bones to lead until you can barely summon the will to lift a finger, much less crawl out of your cabin in the morning. 

They’ll be worried about you, a small voice frets. Sanji will worry. Your heartbeat hitches. You can practically picture it; the way his curly brows would furrow, the way his dark eyes would pinch at the corners, glistening golden locks casting half his face in shadow.

You roll away from the window. It’s not enough. After so many days, you could likely trace the wood grain of the cabin wall with your eyes closed. All you have to do is just close your eyes and--

Knock-knock-knock

A half-hearted groan rumbles in your chest. “Who is it?”

“Ma cherie?” The door creaks open on squeaky hinges. Your heart flutters as your stomach falls. You’d recognise that voice anywhere. “You didn’t turn up to breakfast again this morning. Are you sure you’re alright?”

A thin, smokey scent fills the air. You swallow the tightness rising in your throat. “Yea...” you shrug. “I’m just not feeling well.”

“Do you need me to fetch Chopper?”

“No!” You roll once more, pulling the blanket over your head. Your skin prickles with a sudden shame. “Not that kind of unwell…”

Sanji stands quiet for a moment, still keeping a respectful distance in the doorway. Pulling the cigarette from his lips, he stomps it out and turns away. “I’ll be right back.” 

His footsteps retreat down the hall. You retreat deeper into the shadows of your bedding. He left the door partially open. Your limbs curl around you. You don’t want anyone else to see you struggling like this. But you can’t summon the will to get up and close the door behind him. He said he’d be back.

Sure enough, that same set of strides came strutting down the hall to the open door. A warm, salty scent filled the air. You barely dared to peek your head out from under the blanket.  

There stood Sanji, with a covered platter in one hand and an unlit cigarette between his teeth. Catching your gaze he walked into the room and set the platter down on your bedside table. You felt his weight sink into the side of your cot. His warm hand gently caressed the rise of your hip. “Sit up, mon ange-”

You glanced at him once. His expression was exactly as you’d predicted it would be curly brows furrowed, his dark eyes pinched at the corners, and those glistening golden locks casting half his face in shadow. You quickly divert your gaze away. “Sanji, I don’t think--”

“Y/N,” Sanji’s low voice cuts cleanly through whatever you were going to say. “Sit up for me, please.” 

With a heavy sigh, you slowly do as he asks. Resting your back against the wall, you watch as Sanji leans across you to lift the cover from the dish he brought. That salty scent grows stronger. You look over. “Soup? --Why soup?”

“I know that you haven’t been eating, mademoiselle,” Sanji murmurs gently, his cigarette lilting along with his words. “I don’t want to suddenly overwhelm your body with a heavy meal.”

You watch him as he lifts the food tray from the table and into your lap. Like a feat of magic, a spoon suddenly appears from within the pocket of his suit. You cock a brow at him. He meets your gaze dead-on. “Don’t make me do the damned airplane thing, Y/N. You know I will.”

The challenge prompts a chuckle, unbidden, from your lips. You bite your lip, taking the spoon from his hand. “That, won’t be necessary,” You murmur, fighting the flash of warmth crackling across your cheeks. Sanji’s gaze is far too warm, and razor-focused on you.

From the very first sip, tentative as it was, you could feel something dark and knotted within you slowly start to unwind. For the first time in a long time, your next breath came easily. You finally meet your partner’s gaze. “Thank you-- merci, mon amour." 

Oh my goodness, hun, if you could see how badly I’m blushing right now! 😳🥺

Summoned for what?