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Anyways, I am at your service! 

Sanji and Single Parent Reader

Request: Single Parent Domestic Fluff

Featuring: Sanji; GN Reader 

Content Warning: Annoying Child (but all turns out well)

Before Moving

• When you met Sanji, it was a dream come true—you never seemed to have luck with any partners, even though one of your less fortunate relationships gave you your child whom you loved so dearly. 
• It really was as if the moment you met him, you were embraced by the all blue ocean itself. The blond cook had such a kind and understanding disposition, with a strong sense of empathy as he would never anyone go hungry in his sight. After all, he is a skillful cook who could master any sort of dish easily. 
• After you drop off your child at school, Sanji makes the time to take you out on late morning dates, whether it would be a long winding stroll by the riverside or a picnic trip to the sea. The best dates, however, would be when he whipped up a most delightful, and perhaps heavenly lunch in the comfort of your home. Whether it was his signature fried rice, a sumptuous apple curry, or an entirely different surprise, you would devour your meal with a clean plate at the end. Sanji would be filled with joy seeing you like this, and if he could live with you and live to serve you everyday, he’d be all the happier for it.
• However, there would be a roadblock: your child, who heard some unbecoming rumors of the blond cook, that he was a womanizer who would twist and fold at the sight of a beautiful lady. Of course, they were true—in the past, when Sanji was both love starved but also determined to serve all sorts of women. However, in the present, Sanji only sought out a future with you. 
• Whenever the three of you had dinner, there was an uncomfortable tension. Oftentimes, the child would make snarky remarks about Sanji, like if he served the same dishes to the women he tried to flirt with, or if his meals tasted the same as the lips of past lovers. Truth is, Sanji has never kissed anyone before you. He would not know that at all! 
• At first, Sanji would try to appease the child to the model of thought he had in mind to be a father: welcoming them with an open hug (which they maneuvered around), 
• One date, a more melancholic one at most, Sanji laid his head on your lap, sulking in despair: “Mellorine… What if I’m not enough for the both of you? What if your child will never accept me…?”
• You sigh and pat his head, feeling through that silky, beautiful blond hair. With all the tenderness, you reassure him so: you chose him because he is remarkably kind, for he fosters a special kind of generosity and love like no other. He is a blessing to you, as well as your child, even if they do not recognize it yet.
• With that, Sanji resolves to be patient with your child, to steadily showering them with love while giving them the space they need to get. Love is not immediate, and Sanji does not expect the child to love them so easily. And that’s fine, for in time, your child will realize that you are happy with Sanji.
• Once both of you settled into a more intimate and steady relationship, it was high time for Sanji to move to your place and start living with you, and perhaps start talks of engagement and marriage.
• While your child gets to know Sanji better—be it through picking them up from school and walking them home, or all attending all their events—you are always there to welcome him home, to ensure that he is both your heart and your home.
• Your child begins to warm up to Sanji: not the most affectionate kid, but they no longer make rude remarks about him, and begin to tolerate his presence. It is a relief to Sanji, for at least that roadblock is out of the way, and even if it may not be much he is alright with his. 
• Eventually, after a year of dating, you decided for certain that you will begin to build a life with Sanji… together. 
• When you invite Sanji to your house to cohabit with him! He shifts through doing somersaults of love—yelling “MELLORINEEE” out of his lungs—to deflating and asking you timidly, his deeper insecurities getting the best of him: “…Are you sure…? I truly wish not to be a burden on you.”
• You shake your head, giving him that reassuring caress on his face before you affirm him: that yes, you do want him to live with you, and he will never ever be a burden to you.
• After melting in your touch, his lips quivering with joy… Sanji is back to hollering about you.

After moving

• Thereafter, the domestic life with Sanji becomes an undeniable bliss—he is willing to accomplish all the chores and errands for you whenever you expressed an inch of fatigue, and at night, he gave you the warmest, spooning cuddles, as he wrapped his arms around you protectively before the two of you fell asleep.
• When I say he will, cook, boy, he *will* cook. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and perhaps dessert and tea if you ask. More often than not when going out alone, Sanji will come back with the freshest of groceries and ingredients, but always with a gift for you, whether it was your favourite treat or a sweet little souvenir.
• Meanwhile, to the least of his expectations, Sanji begins to get along with your child. One way he bonds with them is through fostering a love of cooking—inviting them to the kitchen, asking them to do small tasks like washing the vegetables or arranging the appetizers or putting the right amounts of salt and pepper in the soup… 
• A miracle happens one day: your child, who had once resented the blond cook, asks Sanji… if they could come visit their school for Bring your Parent day! 
• Sanji was elated and he felt ever tender when he heard your child talk about all the cool things he did—his martial arts, his amazing food… It’s an understatement to say Sanji was moved. By the time the school bell rang, Sanji was trembling in tears of joy and surprise, before your child approached to hug him and the two of you walked home. 
• And with your child’s blessing, date outings become far more frequent too, such as dressing up formally for dinner on the weekends with Sanji donning his tailored suit and tie. Of course, even after enjoying dinner meals outside, you often assured Sanji that his own cooked meals were the best of them all. This would be preceded with sauntering walks by the city or a river, as you two locked your hands together.
• But most of the time, dinner was just the three of you, with Sanji whipping out dishes, both classic and new, for the whole family to enjoy. You found yourself smiling at this newfound joy: your child’s bright beam when eating their favourite meals, and Sanji’s grin when he sees how content both you and your child are.
• And of course, Sanji will never miss a day where he does not kiss you good night. After telling your child a sweet good night, he will tuck you into the blankets and kiss you all over: from the forehead, to your nose, each your cheeks and finally your lips.
• Some mornings, and some nights, it will be the three of you huddling together. It’s a kind of dynamic that felt typical of the ordinary family, but the circumstances were special: it was born out of months and even years of building security, trust, and love.

With such a comfortable and secure life, you are certain that you are going to marry that blond chef, and soon expand the family beyond three.

~~~
thank you! :3

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Hello anon! Ohhhh, this should be interesting. Gotta give some love to the long nose boi!

Request: First Kiss with Usopp
Featuring: Usopp; GN Reader (implicitly a Straw Hat, but can be read otherwise if you like)

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Usopp thought his first kiss had to be perfect. And when I mean perfect, I mean the kind of legendary kiss that is to be told in legends and tales. 

But the truth was, he was not ready at all when it came to kissing you.

It was a night on the Thousand Sunny, where you gathered with the Straw Hat Crew to listen to Usopp’s absurd stories of how he led an army of thousand or how he defeated 5 sea beasts with one single slingshot bullet. Even if they are just little white lies, you amongst them believe that Usopp will grow into the great warrior he narrates.

And that’s what you admired him for: his way with the words, how, even if his stories were too good to be true, were told in such a passionately, wholehearted manner. 

Then, he gets distracted as he catches you giggle gleefully at his exaggerated adventures… and for that one moment of giddiness, Usopp instead says:

“Well, being the master sniper I am, I kissed over a hundred men!”

An awkward silence follows, to the point you can imagine crickets on sea.

“Eh, Usopp,” Zoro raised an eyebrow, “you mean kill?”

He frantically shakes his head, “N-no? I mean—”

“Pretty sure I heard you say kiss!” Sanji teases lightheartedly.

“Wait, I meant—!”

Nami laughs like a cheeky chirping bird, and then challenges the Straw Hat Sniper, “Oh Usopp, if you’re such a great kisser, why don’t you prove it by kissing… ya know~”

Like a school of curious fish, the eyes of all the Straw Hats laid upon you, while Usopp shrieks in fear realizing the implications. He has never, ever kissed you before. Let alone kiss anyone. Let alone prepare for this moment.

With a big blush on his tan skin, Usopp stammers as he looks around for an exist, “U-uh! I… I uh… Excuse me… uh…” Then comes a hollering yell of panic, “GOOD NIGHT GUYS!”

Everyone watches Usopp slide and scamper into the indoor headquarters as he leaves a cloud of dust after slamming the door shut.

“Oh… that was interesting.” Robin muses aloud, before turning to you, “I think Usopp might need some encouragement from you. What do you think?” The archeologist sounded polite as always, but her statement suggested taking one step further, the long kind that would feel like a leap of faith.

You felt your face overcome with tinges of mild, lovestruck flusteration. Should you really show the man you admired and loved your feelings with a kiss? As you stood still and pondered momentarily, you then nodded and agreed to go after Usopp. 

And when you were on your way to the dining room inside, you could hear the excitable chatter of the Straw Hats, as if this is going to be one fairy tale that will be a dream to come true.

The Straw Hat sniper did not go too far; in fact he was just hiding and shaking in a corner around the door.

“Ah! My fellow teammate! I was just…” Usopp gulps, “I was thinking of what other conquests I have accomplished that I have to tell you all about! Gotta surprise you all with the twists and turns, yeah?”

You nod, and follow up with praises for his stories that spark light and joy in Usopp’s eyes, his irises blooming with bashful enthuse.

“Hehe, I’m glad!” He brings his hand to the back of his head, “Of course they’d enjoy my story. I am the great warrior Usopp after all! I can do anything!”

With such exaggerated theatrics, You laugh lightly, not out of mockery but for how adorable you found Usopp. You then catch him off guard when you tell him you have a surprise on your end as well.

“Huh? A surprise? What might that be…?”

And with that, you clasped his face and brought him into a long kiss as your lips pressed against each other. Usopp’s wide eyes melted into one of tender affection, a shock that turned into a pleasant realization.

To return your sudden gesture, Usopp leans forward towards you, lowering you into a dip where his long nose nuzzles yours. 

It was the perfect kiss. And for all the lies Usopp would tell, this was one truth he was earnest about.

Unfortunately, because you were rushing to see Usopp, the door was left wide open for the entire straw hat crew to see the entire scene unfold.

“Oh? Usopp finally got to kiss you! Nishishi!”

It took 5 seconds for Usopp to withdraw from the kiss and realize what’s going on.

“W-WHAT! LUFFY!? EVERYONE!? OH SHIT YOU GUYS ALL SAW THAT?! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

~~~

Thank you Anon! :3

For more works:

First hug from the Monster Trio
First hug from Ace, Sabo, and Law

Hello Bash! And of course!!! I’ll do both, because I’d love to extend my writing repertoire~ It’s my first ever time writing for a plus sized reader too, so I hope I can do that justice!

Request: Comforting a Plus Size Fem Reader 
Featuring: Sanji, Robin; Fem Reader
Content Warning: Sad and Bittersweet Feels, Talks of Body Insecurity

Sanji 🕒

Sanji adores you, and when I mean adore, he adores every part of you. Hence, it pains his poor heart so much if you even say the slightest mean thing about yourself. As such, when he catches you talking to yourself in a bout of self loathing, on how you should get thinner or force yourself to go on a diet, he drops everything to tell you no.

“My love,” He grabs your hands with gentle firmness, “Please don’t say those untrue things about yourself.”

When you shake your head and tell him no, that no matter how much he praises you, you’ll never be worthy of him because of how he looks, Sanji becomes determined to uplift you to the highest. 

“Please, don’t say that. I have seen and met all kinds of women, and while they deserve the utmost respect, it is you whom I cherish and love with my entirety. The thoughts you feel right now are roadblocks, and I plea you can see yourself as the way I see you: the most beautiful, gorgeous woman I have laid my eyes upon, and have the privilege to be in love with.“

And with tears in your eyes, you admit that you are hungry, and yet feel like it will hurt you terribly if you avoid eating.

“I understand, mellorine, so it would be cruel to leave you starving like this,” Sanji asserts otherwise, “tell me again the meals you love:  if it’s something you crave, I will happily serve it to you.”

Like a faithful waiter, Sanji escorts you to a chair and lays out a long white cloth over the table. Soon, Sanji went to work in the kitchen, and within a moment’s time you could grasp the pleasant smells of spices and aromas. 

“Bon Appetit.” He says with a smile, “To love yourself, it also means to love what you enjoy. Never feel ashamed of that.”

Sitting opposite you, Sanji feels a glow of satisfaction growing in him as he watches you feast on his meal. The flavors were impeccable: succulently savoury, delightfully spicy, and a freshly nuanced umami. Dessert follows, and the sweetness within hits all the right spots; it was like Sanji’s love for you manifested in a wholesomely sweet treat. 

“Did you enjoy the meal?” Sanji asks, and when you sing your praises of the wonderful course you had, pink hearts replace his eyes as he melts in love.

“AHH~ MELLORINE~ COMPLIMENTED MY MEALS~!!!! I WILL FOREVER COOK FOR YOU~ MELLORINE~!”

Ridiculous as this sight was, how Sanji twirled around like a sing-song simp, he incites in you what was originally a giggle that became a profoundly lovely laugh. 

After returning to a cooler composure, Sanji offers to take the dishes from the table. Before you can do anything, he hugs you from behind.

“Please never think so lowly of your body, mellorine.” He reassures, “It’s a gift from heaven above, and I will never let you feel as if it’s not enough, and that you have to change. You’re perfect, and I love you so.”

Robin 🌸

Although it is on a different plane of context, Robin understands the feeling of being insecure about herself: how she once believed that she was a burden and an unnecessary baggage for her crew. But now she knows better, and she’s going to love you like she was loved, perhaps even more.

She was about to enter your room with the intention of inviting you to tea when she opens the door and catches you sulking on your bed, the fatigue from your ruminating thoughts apparent all over your body. When you let her sit on the edge of your bed and put a hand on your shoulder, concern grows on Robin’s face.

“Are you alright, dear?” She asks, and she frowns when you tell her no and begin a vent: that you cannot stand the sight of your body, that it is not good enough for her, and that you wish you could change your appearance entirely and leave what was left behind. It aches Robin to hear this - not only the false sayings you believed but also the way you could burst into tears because you were trapped in this valley of insecurity that blocked you from seeing how beautiful you are, and how much Robin loves you in and out. 

Stroking her slender fingers down your hair, Robin’s voice grows more mellow and comforting, “no, the thoughts you are thinking and saying… they are simply not true.” She gently helps you sit up, so she can hold your face with a firm gentleness, “I know what it’s like to feel like you are undeserving of love because of the insecurities you have… but please remember that I love you dearly. That everything about you and your body is no burden to me.”

Her hands slide back to your shoulders, as if she was asking if you’d like a soothing massage, “In fact, I absolutely do adore your body. Would you like me to show you how?”

You nod, and Robin instructs you to lie down on bed as you lay on her lap. Robin manifests her devil fruit powers, and two pairs of hands appear, one pair rubbing your forehead to soothe your headaches in circles, and the other pair feeling through your body from head to toe, paying the most attention to your torso and hips. Her hand work was tender, the kind that would be perfect for tending to flowers as she kneaded your curves with a gentle sort of love. With that, you were assured you could trust Robin that she would give your body the best of care.

Slowing down her massage, Robin leans down, her bright eyes like a light at the end of a tunnel. Her defined nose nuzzles against yours, as if she was about to bring you into a kiss.

“Please, my love, please remember that you do not have to force yourself to fit a mold. You’re perfect as you are, and nobody or insecurity should tell you otherwise.” 

~~~

I hope you enjoyed the read! See ya real soon!

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H0i!

Thank you so much anon! Shall I call you graveyard anon, or tomb anon, or grave anon, or even granon…? Either way, those are some lovely words, and they truly made my day! You’re making me blush~

I hope you’re doing well too anon, and that your day or night is full of joy and whimsy! I will drink lotsa water! And hopefully you’ve done the same for yourself as well~

Sincerely, Kei

H0i!!! Congrats on being my first anon! 

This was really fun to think about! I will be honest, I barely dip my toes in romance books, buuut I do love me some protective blorbos who care for you lots! 

I feel like in terms of playing the trope straight, it would definitely fit Luffy and Zoro. Meanwhile, Sanji and Law would word and say it differently, but they’ll still have the grit in the voice and say the classic phrase in a manner that fits them. Hence, I’ve varied the scenarios and dialogue a bit to match each character, but made sure they work in the vein of the trope~

Request: Touch Her and Die
Featuring: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, and Law; Fem Reader
Content Warning: mildly violent diction, implied kidnapping/capture in Luffy’s and Law’s section (but can be interpretated otherwise), stalking/harassment in Sanji’s section (but he saves you dw).

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