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People learn not to judge a book by its cover and that was what you did with everyone you met — because you experienced it the hard way. After the events that occurred in the past, you couldn't trust anyone anymore: betrayed by your father, saved by a vice-admiral, found your lost brother, who deceived you as well, and rescued by a certain boy with a cancer stick always between his lips. This was basically the best way to summarize your life. One thing was sure, though: with his blue eyes and blond hair, the cook of the Straw Hat crew, the same crew you have now been in for a year, could easily trick someone into believing he was ange

    Consciousness slightly returned to you in the early morning and you turned over on your queen size bed. You heard the crumpling of paper under your hand that fell to the other side of the bed and your eyes opened in curiosity to what it was. Your sight was blurry and your head was pounding a little but you still took the time to adjust to the lighting and read the paper beside you. I'll be in the kitchen cooking breakfast if you need me, mon amour.                You recognized the hand writing and context to be from none other than Sanji himself. But why did he feel the need to leave you a note about his daily activity? Your head ached

warnings for strong language. that's all. (Y/N) wasn’t freaking out. Well, that was what she was trying to convince herself of; mostly because she was sure she had become—by this point—familiar with all of the sales people around the mall. The reason? She was unable to find a gift for her favorite blonde cook and she was not only running out of options but also out of time. Defeated, (Y/N) searches for her phone, going through her contacts list and when she finally locates the number of the orange-haired friend that could help her in this predicament; she brings the device to her ear, listening to the sound of utter hell as

(Sanji x Reader) "You know." Usopp whispered. Nami perked up, Usopp was looking at you. She turned her direction to you as you groomed through Sanji's hair. He gave a childish grin. "You ever think about if (Y/N) is with Sanji?" He asked. Nami cocked a brow, "What do you mean?" "Well, you know. Sanji is always so kind hearted to her. You think he has some sort of dominance?" "Are you talking about in bed?" "More or less." Nami sighed, "You know, I bet she has to do all the work." That night you went into the kitchen wearing nothing but one of his button ups. Sanji sat at the table jotting down recipes. He glanced up to you before bac

 Sanji X Reader [a redux]    You placed your hand on the railing of the Thousand Sunny, leaning against the well-crafted wood covered in a light sea spray and gazing out across the horizon that waves flowed up and down across. The sun was setting, tinting the sky a wondrous orange and lining the pure white clouds with pinks and yellows as it dipped below the waters, waves glittering with the kiss of the sun. This was quite a rare moment to experience on the Grand Line. Taking into consideration that the weather changed radically at the drop of a hat, this was something worthwhile taking in for as long as it would last. You smiled at the sig

Fem!Reader You woke to the steady patter of rain against the window, the slow rumble of thunder overhead. But it wasn’t the sound of the storm that had roused you. Your alarm clock blared obnoxiously from your bedside table, red numbers flashing ‘07:00’ at you from the semi-darkness. You rolled over with a groan and fumbled for the off button, missing it a few times in your half-asleep daze before you finally managed to silence it. Beside you, Zoro made a noise in his sleep at the loss of your heat from his side. He reached for you, strong arms encircling your waist to hold you close against his chest. You sighed. Mornings