#trying to write from sanji's pov is like. how can i show that this man is absolutely on his knees all the time for reader

[paperultra]

aries and the turtle.

Pairing: OPLA!Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,169 words Warnings: None

asterism (noun): a group of stars; a constellation; a cluster of stars

The first thought that comes to Sanji’s mind when he sees you curled up on the kitchen floor, rummaging through the box of herbs and spices, is that you’re the single most beautiful creature he’s ever laid eyes on.

“Darling,” he says softly, leaning against the doorframe and smiling a bit when you startle, “you could’ve woken me up if you wanted a midnight snack.”

“O-Oh! Um.” Your voice colors the gentle calm of night into something warmer – and like always, he’s drawn to it like a moth to a flame, walking over and squatting down next to you as you scramble to put back a jar of paprika. “I’m sorry, Sanji, I – er, well, um …”

“What are you looking for? I’ll help you.”

Under the yellow glow of the lantern, you seem to shrink. You duck your head and mumble into the collar of your pretty nightshirt. “That chamomile and lavender tea you made a couple nights ago …” you begin hesitantly. “I wanted to make some.” Your voice quiets further. “I can’t sleep.”

Sanji frowns, angling his head to catch a glimpse of your face. You do look a little more haggard than normal, your eyelids heavy, your shoulders burdened. His heart aches. How long had you laid in your hammock, tossing and turning, until you couldn’t stand it anymore?

“I see,” he murmurs. “Let’s make that tea right away, then, shall we?”

Sanji quickly finds the flowers and some lemon rinds he had sun-dried last week. You insist on helping at least a little bit despite his protests for you to just relax, fetching two teacups and setting some water on the stove to boil as he measures the right amount of each ingredient to put into the infuser.

Once the water is ready, steam billowing up past your heads and to the ceiling, he pours it into the teapot and covers it to steep.

(You don’t say anything while the two of you wait, and although Sanji yearns to coax a smile and a sweet conversation from you, he contents himself with the silence as well, which is just as sweet. You sneak glances at him every once in a while, though. He knows because he does the same, and the attention sends a thrill through his chest.)

Time passes. He pours the tea – first for you, then for him.

“Tell me when.” The silence breaks once more as Sanji spoons some honey into your cup.

“That’s good.”

He stirs the tea up, hands it to you. You blow across the top of it and then take a sip as he watches attentively.

“How does the madam like it?” he asks.

You exhale and meet his eyes for a split second before quickly looking away. A small smile touches your lips. “It’s perfect,” you reply from behind the cup. “Thank you, Sanji.”

Warmth stains his cheeks a gentle pink.

“The sky is clear tonight,” he ventures hopefully as he adds two teaspoons of honey for himself. He picks up his cup and gestures at the open door. “Stars and tea pair well together, if you have an appetite for it.”

You bite your bottom lip. His gaze immediately darts down to it, and he swallows, throat suddenly dry.

“Sure,” you whisper.

And so Sanji gains another precious sliver of time with you. Elbows resting on the railing, hot tea and your presence protecting him from the cold, he stands out on the deck of the Going Merry and tilts his head back to look up at the sky.

He knows how much you love the stars. They are one of the few topics you can talk about without your usual shyness, and he thinks of you every time he sees them, pinpricks of pure light shining through the darkness, guiding weary sailors home. Sometimes he thinks you must have been one yourself, carried down from the heavens. Ethereal. Out of reach.

“This time of year,” you say, and Sanji turns his attention over to the stars reflected in your eyes, “you can see my constellation.”

“Yours?” he questions.

“Yes. Those three stars over there.” Your arm stretches out to point at something on the left, your finger tracing an arc in the sky. “In my home village, parents dedicate their newborns to a constellation three days after birth. Mine dedicated me to the turtle.”

A turtle. That fits you incredibly well, he thinks to himself fondly, considering your quiet tenacity. “How come?”

“Turtles represent good luck and a long life.”

“I see. Well, do you think you’ve had good luck so far in life?”

You hum thoughtfully, looking down into your tea.

“I think so,” you say after some time, hushed. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

A chuckle escapes him. “I would argue that you’re the one who’s brought good luck to us, sweetheart.”

You bite back a smile and whisper a small ‘oh’ as he gently bumps your shoulder with his own. Even now, you’re unused to compliments, but no matter; he’ll praise you at every turn until you finally realize you deserve every word of it.

There’s a brief period of silence before he asks, “What do you think my constellation would be?”

“Your constellation?” It doesn’t take long at all before you reply, pointing upward into a spread of stars that he could never even begin to puzzle out, “The ram. Some call it Aries.”

“What does it mean?”

This question seems to fluster you. You cough and stammer for a few seconds. He sips his tea, the beverage sweet and floral on his tongue as he waits.

“Rams … are artists at heart,” you finally say, glancing over at him. Your eyes, normally wary and somber, glitter. “They’re strong and passionate, but also gentle and kind.”

Oh.

Sanji can feel a blush creeping up his neck to his cheeks. God. Surely, you’ll be the death of him, saying something like that so honestly and with eyes that look like that. He’d move heaven and earth for you if you asked.

“I’ll dedicate my life to living up to those qualities,” he breathes once he can speak again. “Just as much as you’ll live up to yours.”

You take a sharp breath.

“You already do,” he hears you whisper.

And Sanji truly, truly cannot resist anymore.

Your name leaves his lips. He reaches out, hand departing from the dying heat of the teacup and seeking out yours.

You do not pull away when his fingertips brush your cool skin over the railing; instead, you let him turn your hand over until palm touches palm, until the spaces between his fingers are filled with your own and his heart beats to the rhythm of yours.

Sanji squeezes your hand, and every cell in his body begs to falter and fall at your feet.

You rest your head on his shoulder.

The tea cools. But the stars remain as brilliant as ever, and your hand stays warm in his, and everything – everything is beautiful.

[vemuabhi]

One Piece Boys Valentines Special!

Soulmate + One Piece AU where whatever happens to your soulmate will appear on your wrist.

Pairing : One Piece Boys X GN! Reader

Happy Valentines Day Everyone!

A/N : I was listening to I need you by BTS (Clickable). It gives the love vibes. Do listen to it if you want to! You wont regret it. the feels are just everyting!

Note: in this Story it can be with any one piece boy you wish for. It can be Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ussop, Law, Sabo, Ace, Killer, Kidd, anyone you admire. anyone you like. for some charecters it maybe OOc but, I tried to make it as close to them as possible. It will be in his POV

“This is in His POV”

As the sun rays hit my eyes, I slowly open my eyes. I grunt as I rolled to the other side of the bed. I took a deep breath and as the usual morning routine I bring my wrist close to my eyes and see what is going to happen to my soulmate today. It said, “Falls down while taking a walk and takes the attention of the complete crowd”.

Most of the times it is small normal everyday life stuff. Once it was, “Studying for Test all night”, for which I felt Super proud and other time it was “Crying because messed the exam”, on that day I was also sad because they were crying and did hard work. Once it was “being called names” and other time was, “Moving away from that place”. Not gonna lie, I was furious because they had to go through bullying.

Most of my mood depends on how my soulmate is doing that day. If I see that they are happy and cosy, I feel happy. If they are sad because of someone, I get super angry. If they are depressed, I feel sad. But yes… I fell in love with them without even noticing. I know neither their name nor face. But I do know one thing for sure. I got one hell of a person. They are amazing and I’d love them no matter what. I’m pretty sure they also like me. Because sometimes I read that they were depressed and crying because of the injuries and problems I was having. Well they could also read what was happening to me because it’s how the world is. In those times I do feel relieved and happy because they do care about me and my heart fills with that fuzzy feeling.

I let out a chuckle as I read todays happening. I know it’s wrong to laugh when someone falls down but… I couldn’t help it. “So adorable”, I say to myself as I looked at my wrist and kiss the sentence. Then I lazily woke up from the bed and continued my routine for the day.

After lunch my buddy asked me, “Man… you sure are smiling today. Something happened?” I nodded and said, “It’s just that my soulmate will be super embarrassed today, so I can’t help but laugh”. He chuckled and we talk about the upcoming works to do. That night I go to my bed and plop myself on it. I think about how my soulmate is as I smile and sleep.

The next day I see that, “Getting a crush on the new boy next door”…. ‘Wait what? Did I read it correctly?’ I thought to myself as I reread the sentence for at least 10 times. ‘Oh lord… Imma kill that jerk’, I say to myself.

I know that crushes don’t last long and yeah I know that my soulmate loves me but…. what the hell?! I can’t allow that! “IF I SEE THAT JERK IMMA BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM”, I scream out loud making the people around me give me the weird look. I am so much pissed today that even the smallest things are pissing me off… ‘Is he that handsome?’, I thought to myself as I run my fingers through my hair. ‘Oh lord this jealousy doesn’t suit me. I hate this feeing’, I thought as I continued being moody for the rest of the day. I couldn’t sleep properly that night so I just stare at the night sky and keep thinking about them as I pout. I look at my wrist and whisper, “I am the only one for you. Get it to your head you idiot”.

I kept looking at my wrist and then I feel a slight sting on my wrist and I continued looking at it. Then I see that a new sentence was being formed. I have seen it many times but every time this happens it makes me so excited like a small baby. It is so magical. I read the new sentence on the wrist and blush hard. ‘Damn it’, I think to myself as I cover my face with my hand. I then again open my eyes and look at my wrist and read the sentence. ‘Continuing to be super happy because Soulmate is jealous’. I chuckle reading that sentence as my cheeks still remained pink. ‘So happy that Im jealous huh.. you little... tsk... still cute though.... Well at least now I know that you are smiling because of me’. I say and plop onto my sheets and close my eyes with a smile still lingering on my face.

After some days of normal peaceful happy days, with me and my soulmate being cheerful, I go to a new island with my buddies. It was a bright beautiful day. We explore the island, eat food and drink alcohol. Just like that the day was close to over and I was alone, walking in a park with the night sky beautifully lit with stars. Then I felt a slight sting on my wrist. I look at it waiting for the words to appear. Then, I see the words that I never expected but was waiting for the most to show up on my skin. I almost forget to breathe when I look at those words. My eyes wide open and heart beating faster than ever.

‘Meeting Soulmate’, was written on it. My eyes couldn’t believe what they were seeing. I take deep breaths and sit on the bench beside me. I was speechless. I was amazed by this. ‘but.. how am I going to recognise them? how are they going to react when they see me? Would they even like a person like me, who always gets into fights? who has lots of scars.. would they accept me? what if they reject me?’, insecurities build up with in my heart. ‘Or worst… what would happen if we don’t even recognise each other?’, I couldn’t keep my thoughts in control. the only thing Mattered was them. ‘I'll search for you. I'll confess to you. no matter how you look, no matter what your gender or pronouns are, I will try my best to find you’, I say to myself and run around the island. That was a sleepless night. I ran around all the places to find them. Asked many peoples if they were meeting their soulmate that day, but every single time I got the same response.

“No, I’m sorry”, said the person whom I just asked.

‘Where are you?’, I thought and continue to search for them. it was already evening, but I couldn’t find them. The complete day, I didn’t feel like stopping for even a second. But now…. I got to the same park again after running around the island. I had no luck finding them. ‘Where are you?’, I thought as I again sit on the same bench as yesterday… all alone still... ‘Did you see me but didn’t like me? Do you like someone else? If you did I’d know by now… where can I find you? Where are you?’, I placed my hand on my head and my elbow on my knees. ‘Did I not notice you even though we met?’, I thought some of the worst case scenarios as my tears began to fall down my cheek. I couldn’t help but sob silently. I was immersed in my thoughts then I saw a person crouch down before me with a kerchief in their hand. “Sorry to ask this when you are crying but, are you by any chance looking for your soulmate?”, they asked. I.. I was speechless so, I just showed my wrist to them, and they smiled and showed me theirs, it said, ‘Meeting your fated in the park’.

I didn’t know what to say. It was the first time I saw those shiny bright eyes and beautiful face. That was my soulmate. They got up and wiped my tears then, they said, “I’ve been waiting to meet you for a long time.”

That moment, I lost my control. I swiftly got up and pulled them into my arms. I buried my head in the crook of their neck and nodded. I felt their arms wrap around me as they rubbed soothing circles on my back. “I love you”, I confessed as they gasped.

I continued, “I know… I don’t even know your name. But… I love you. I love every single thing about you. Your kindness, your nature, your behaviour. I love how you are passionate about small things. The way you jam to the music everyone thinks is weird. The way you still be strong even after being bullied. I admire them so much. Those little traits of yours are mesmerising.", I stop and snif, then continue, "I never saw the guy who lives next door to you but I hate him with all my heart”. Then for the first time, they let out a very adorable giggle. ‘Oh... music to my ears when you laugh’, I thought.

Then we slowly pull apart. I see that their cheeks are flushed pink which was also too cute. They slowly reach up to my hand and kiss the place where the writing was making me blush. Because.. I do that many times and now, they kisses my wrist. They look into my eyes and said, “I also love you”. this made my heart flutter with happiness.

They sat down on the bench and I too obliged. We talked about all the things that we wanted to talk about and trust me my heart was about to burst when they leaned on my shoulder and continued talking with me. Thank you for being my soulmate, Y/N.

XOXOXOXOXO

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[ecassandrae]

One Piece 875 thoughts

I'm currently abroad and didn't have much time not the right mindset to write anything yet - but I guess I should have, for a chapter like this, over which I'd rejoice over for weeks in normal circumstances.

Women are strong.

And by that I don't mean necessarily physically strong. But women can and will react and this saga is proving it by the day. I'll never get over the fact that the only female yonkou - though for a shounen manga a 25% of women involvement is not bad at all - is also the dumbest. The fact that Streusen manipulated quite probably from day one, the fact that she loses her temper to fits of rage. It's not something I appreciate. They fail to give depth to the character - hell, Señor Pink had a better development.

But Big Mom is not the only female character in this saga who, for the better or worse, changes things.

My girl Nami

One day I should really reflect on how I went from hating to her to loving her as I do, and shipping her with my other disliked character, Sanji. But that's for another post. What is easy to see now is how we went from Punk Hazard Nami who declares, though jokingly, yes, that she's not afraid of an enemy who's running away, to last chapter when she submitted - I hoped for longer - the pet of a yonkou to her will, to, well, the magnificence of this:

Oh, and not minding Sanji holding her as he is and him not going all heart-eyes over it, but that's too for another post.

Nami is not strong. She's not physically strong, she's not a man, to begin with. Keep in mind that Oda was that guy who never tried to sell the "but women can be just as strong as men", at the very beginning of the manga, with Kuina. I practiced kick-boxing, I was even pretty good at it. I stood a chance against most female opponents, and men, of approx my size and height. But when I faced a taller male opponent - which often happened, as I'm not super tall -, and such, heavier, I hold much less chances. It's natural. And Nami is a woman who is not a fighter, so she stands even less chances. But she's smart and that in the end fills the gap. She didn't use her charisma or her strength, she used her brains. And despite criticizing Oda repeatedly for often putting women on the wrong pedestal, it's worth mentioning that some of the smartest characters in OP, her, and Robin, are women. I always wondered, how can they defeat Mama? They can't. Not now, at least. They can slow her down. But to even do it physically would be impossible, Luffy showed it a couple of chapters ago trying to punch her back.

But what's more surprising is the courage. Had you been Nami, would you have gone? I for sure can't tell. One of the four most dangerous people in the world? But she did. She always pushed the others forward, even. Just in Dressrosa, two sagas ago, she even refused to get off the ship.

How should I feel about you?, Charlotte Pudding

This character's a mistery. She had that bit of a tendency of standing in the way of my otp - though not really, not anymore, I could never see Sanji returning her feelings. Ever. - and tried to kill him and his crew multiple times, but I like her. Like for characters like Doffy, you have to admit they're psycho b*****s and that you like precisely for that. Her ever representation, and the way that even after she's confessed her intentions we can't quite tell what she's thinking, make her interesting. And one can't deny that, again despite not being a fighter in the strict sense of the word, she was vital to this saga, for the worse, so far.

Now she loves Sanji, apparently. Truly, because he treated her like a decent human being - though she's not - and not a weapon/freak for the first time. But her feelings for him are a mess, currently, intertwined with the confusion of the current situation and the fact she, as he said, is lying to herself. She may like him and as such want to save him, but she's also, in her own way, wicked, and can't stand see him holding another woman.

A woman who she knows tried her best to save him- so from an external pov like hers it's not difficult to imagine they might be in love. And along with that, he envies his bonds, with the other members of the crew, bonds of trust and friendship that spell "family" more than her blood family ever did.

Call me a fanatic shipper, but it's difficult to ignore that she's getting angry here specifically because Sanji is holding Nami.

The point is: for better or worse, Pudding was and is central in this saga. Despite not ever being a fighter. You may like her or not, but one gotta appreciate when Oda gives women a chance to shine.

All the others: the Charlotte matriarchs

Starting from Mama herself, on whom rivers of words have been written - and unfortunately not much more, since her development is what is - , the Charlotte family doesn't grow thin on female key figures. Lola, of course, before we even knew anything about her lineage, Smoothie, who's freakingly scary, Amande, Galette, who are all fighters, and fight not in any way less brutally that their male counterparts - hello, Katakuri; but also those who are not, like Chiffon, and, I'd like to point out, not even pretty, who still refuse to stand idly by. In particular her: her goodbye with Bege was quite moving. She's a mother, she's not supposed to leave, but she did, to ensure that something good happens. She's not cold-hearted and scheming, though that doesn't mean she's good altogether: she still wanted her mother dead. And her reason for it was one of the most common in OP: abuse. But how good is it that she managed to escape that situation and find happiness again though in an arranged marriage?

Women in manga don't have to be just pretty, can we all agree on that? But they surely also don't have to be just "good". They're supposed to be in every way as admirable and despicable as males could be, and receive the same reaction for it: that's equality.

There are still some good ones though Reiju, Sora

To spend more words on Sora is unfortunately quite useless: she was good to a fault. That's pretty much it. And yeah, she was the umpteenth abused mother in OP, which doesn't make her less interesting, but overall less relevant. I don't think we'll see much more of her: but precisely as an abused mother in OP, her inner strenght are what echo here. Mothers who went that far to protect their children: Otohime, Belle-mère, Portgas D. Rouge. And it's also curious how heavily Sanji's circumstances echo with Ace's: Luffy was about to lose him to a self-sacrifice, like it happened for Ace; both Ace and Sanji grew up from a childhood of spite to find people who loved despite, or for, what they are; and both their mothers gave their lives for them. I think here Luffy's journey of saving was supposed to be the redemption for Marineford: he stated it wouldn't happen again, and it didn't.

Then, Reiju. She didn't appear in this chapter but for what the issue is, it's difficult to forget about her.

Everybody, both here and in the Japan, as she proved swiftly introducing herself in the top 20 of popularity. But what shouldn't be understated about her is that she too isn't perfect: she stated to have "committed terrible deeds", and she too is a victim of her father's manipulation and ambitions.

The point about women in this saga is that they are not supped to be pretty or caring or good anymore. They can be that, the opposite, and most importantly, various shades of that.

A bit late and well, general, cause I'm abroad right now and have too much on my mind. But in a normal occasion this would a chapter I'd celebrate over for weeks, so here goes. Besides, the app now allows me to format, and this makes so much more excited that is should.

Reiju is just that. Her goodness - and good looks - obviously stand in first place, but that's not all there is about her. And she, like Sanji - they truly are siblings - was ready to pay for it.

So. A women's honour. Women can be good and can be faulty, can be pretty and can be ugly, but can, most of all, not be just that. Not a hype chapter, that's for sure. But really appreciable on the long run.