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Does anyone else put on a show to watch, then start reading, then get annoyed at the show for disrupting their reading?

Or am i just dumb?

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Okay okay my thought is - Sanji grew up on a seafairring resturant with an all male crew. And yeah, they had women stop by to enjoy the food too, but its not like the line cooks had time to go out and socialize (at least not when they had waiters).

They were busy hard working chefs, and they were sailors and they were (former) pirates.

So Sanji probably grew up knowing about men being with men.

And he heard them all brush it off with some sort of "its just convient"

So Sanji probably thinks theres nothing wrong with two men having sex...

As long as they are at sea.

Its only gay if you have sex with a man on dry land

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Sanji took a deep drag from his cigarette, leaning on the railing on the upper balcony. It had been... an eventful day. Not the craziest or worst one the Baratie has ever seen, but now that the kitchen was closed for the day Sanji was going to enjoy this moment of peace.

He heard the door open behind him and sighed. Carne was in charge of wrangling their new chore boy, and Sanji was hoping that the nights clean up could progress without him for at least a bit.

When he looked over his shoulder though it wasnt any of the other chefs. No it was some green hair swordsman, looking around with a frown.

Sanji turned around fully, leaning his back against the railling as he took the stranger in. Musclular. Strong jaw. The man was handsome - no where near as attractive as the beautiful redhead who had blessed Sanji with her pressence in the dinning room earlier - but not hard on the eyes at all.

Sanji took a long drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke out in one long stream as the stranger finally turned his gaze on Sanji.

A smile tugged at the corner of Sanjis lips as he noticed the mans grip tighten ever so slightly on one of the katans at his side. The swordsman assessing if he was a threat while Sanji assessed if the man was a meal.

"Hope you have enjoyed your visit to our fine resturant, where we always aim to please." Sanji let his gaze slowly sweep down the mans body once more, "Did you enjoy your meal?"

The man grunted in reply. Not exactly charming, but Sanji wasnt really looking for a conversation.

"Did it leave you full and satisfied?" Sanji teased.

The swordsman was frowning at him, clearly trying to work out what Sanjis game was. "Yeah," he replied simply.

Sanji took one more pull from his smoke while holding eye contact. With a man like this it was possibly better to be direct with his intentions.

Fuck it, he thought, fortune favors the bold

"Good. Do you want to have sex with me in a supply closet?"

The man clearly startled at the invitation, eyes wide in surprise, but he didnt hesitate to give a clear firm "Yes."

"Good." Sanji smiled as he stubbed out his cigarette. He made his way calmly towards the man, and once they were shoulder to shoulder he leaned in. "Follow me."

The stranger shivered at Sanjis low voice, but still growled at the order.

Mmm yes, this was going to be fun.

Sanji led the way down the corridors with a swagger in his steps. He couldnt help but let his imagination run wild with thoughts of the attractive man, and all the things the two of them might get up to.

It didnt take too long to reach the supply room and Sanji was quick to pull out a set of keys and unlock it. Opening the door Sanji turned to face his companion with a smirk.

The smirk died a quick death. His companion wasnt behind him.

Sanji stared down the hall baffled. He tapped his foot impatently. He retraced his steps.

The shitty swordsman was gone.

What the hell?! If the shitty bastard wasnt interested he could have just said so!

Sanji fumed, lighting up a second cigarette as he marched back towards the kitchen. Hoping someone would pick a fight with him for smoking where they prepared food.

The one consilation was that Sanji would never have to see the green headed swordsman ever again.

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Sanji didnt get to watch a lot of tv growing up.

Or actually, any at all.

Six days a week he spent the day at school, expected to maintain perfect grades. And once he returned home Sanji and his siblings were put through harsh training by various instructors.

The would push them harder and harder until Sanji ached in every inch of his body. And after a brief break for dinner, a new set of instructors would take their turn to yell and strike, and wear Sanji down to the bone.

Finally, when it was over, and all Sanji wanted to do was lay down on his bed and not move a muscle for the next ten hours, he would climb the stairs to his room and start on his homework.

And those were the good years.

So now, when their friends gathered for a movie night each film was a new experience for him. He didnt have any particular preference for any movie or genre. Was just as happy to watch Luffys action movies, or Robins horror, or Brooks detective noir.

So when they put on Beauty & The Beast, Sanji sat back ready to enjoy the time spent in good company.

He enjoys the opening narration. He enjoys the bright animation, the music, the townspeople.

A story about true love? Sanji was all settled in ready to lose himself in it.

But then Maurice is thrown into a cell.

Sanji doesnt know what happens next.

Theres talking and movement, he knows there is.

When this start to come back into focus he can feel pressure on one of his wrists. Warmth on his back.

Once he can hear more than the rushing of his blood he can start to make out a voice coming from in front of him.

"-and Ace says it sounds weird, but -" the sound fades in and out, a part of him recognizing it as Luffy chattering on.

His hands flex, and the pressure on his wrist, someones grip increases as they try to gently pull one of his hands away from his hair.

"You should cook us some small cargos. Bet you would make it tasty!"

Cargos.

Sanji blinked. His grip loosing in his confusion. "Cook some cargo?" His voice was rough, and he cleared his throat

"Sanji!" Chopper cried from Sanjis side. It was only when Sanji looked over to him that he realized they were sitting on the floor. Chopper on one side, rubbing his back, Nami on his other, still holding his wrist as he lowered it to his side.

"Can you drink this for me? Slowly!" Chopper asked, taking the glass Usopp was holding out and handing it to Sanji, not letting go until he was sure the other had a good grip.

Sanji took a sip then looked back at Luffy who was sitting in front of him, hands on Sanjis knees and a big smile on his face.

"What? Cargo?" He asked again, not sure if the words were supposed to make sense.

"Yeah the small snail cargos. I think it would be interesting!"

"You mean...escargot??"

Luffy laughed, and everyone seemed to sigh in relief, but Sanji just felt embarrassed.

They had watched plenty of movies where someone was captured or thrown in jail, but nothing had hit him like that before. He glanced at the screen, paused on a completely different scene, but it made him feel nausous all the same.

With a forced smile he excused himself, assuring everyone they could get back to it, that he was just going to splash some water on his face.

And thats what he told himself he was going to do. Wash his face and calm down and fix on a smile. He only had to pretend to be a normal, functional member of society for another 90 minutes and then he could go back to his own apartment and break down into the messy failure that he is.

He could do this

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You've heard of the 'Judge branded his children with their numbers' head-canon, I raise you this. (Read right to left)

I really wanted to use this comic to explore how, while Sanji was aware of how awful his life in Germa was, there was probably a lot of messed up things happening to him that he wouldn't necessarily recognize as abuse, since he had no frame of reference for what a 'normal' childhood looked like.

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Who even invented four thirty in the morning?

They are my enemy

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Alpha Zoros pre-rut instincts are telling him to attract/impress/provide for a mate. It has him running up and down a beach collecting pretty shells and excitedly giving them to a baffled Sanji, and then has him rushing into the woods to hunt something for dinner

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Chopper thinks Namis hair is also green

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Sanji putting out his cigarette on his own tongue while maintaining eye contact with Zoro as a messed up attempt at intimidation

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reblog if you’re okay with people writing fanfics of your fanfics and/or fanfics inspired by your fanfics

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Current headcanon, Dandan is Garps sister-in-law

Thats why he knows her, and has no issues leaving his grandkids with her.

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Whats even the point of me having a large chest if no one is going to rest their head upon it

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sickens me to my stomach. how dare this guy get to live my dream.

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Pre time skip, everythings the same, only Sanji has long hair he wears in ahigh ponytail.

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This, but green.

Okay, Zoro gets turned into a dog, but its like a Shih Tzu or Japanese Spitz.