#「 v. in search of the all blue ( sanji ; one piece ) 」

[xamassed]

⟬ @bescmar / s.c ⟭

"How do you take care of these?" Carefully, almost cautiously, he ran his flat palms down along her folded wings. He didn't have his own, and no one he spent a lot of time around had a pair, so he knew very little about wing maintenance.

#bescmar #bescmar ; amai #「 ( sanji ; ic ) 」 #「 v. in search of the all blue ( sanji ; one piece ) 」

[hundredsunny]

yoo can u tell us who your ocs are and their story??

YES I WOULD LOVE THIS SO MUCH THIS IS THE BEST ASK I HAVE EVER RECEIVED !!!! im only gonna talk about like 4 of them bc im v attached to these 4 okokokokokokok here we go this answer bouta be long as hell 

april - ok this girl is my first oc. i made her in the middle of english class in 6th grade and shes been around ever since!!! tbh at this point idk if i want her to still be a straw hat or not but like??? anyways shes a rogue princess. she grew up just fine, but then one day her asshat dad killed her mom bc her mom was an “embarrassment of a ruler” and made their kingdom “look bad” anyways that happened when april was like 11. then once her dad took TOTAL control of the island he locked her tf away so she wouldnt be able to visit the citizens like she used to. so from 11 to 18 she was cooped up in the damn castle. when she was 16 she got her hands on a devil fruit that was locked away in some hidden room in her mother’s library (cliche i know im sorry) so then she ATE IT. THE AURA-AURA FRUIT. a v basic summary of that fruit is that she can manipulate her own aura and shit. imagine lucario from pokemon as a human honestly. idk. so when she ate the fruit she decided to fight her dad but of course she lost horribly and then she had to sit around in even more of a cooped up state for two more years until the STRAW HAT TEAM CAME ALONG ON ACCIDENT BAM SHE WAS ABLE TO LEAVE THE ISLAND BC OF THEM ok ok??? her whole story is complicated i tried to give the best watered down version im sorry. anyways shes v sweet and can be goofy but can be defensive as hell. she knows what she wants and will do anything to get that. yeehaw. shes an average height for a woman, she’s got shoulder-length brown hair and sky blue eyes. if u ever wanna know more bout her hmu

jack - OK MY 2ND OC EVER HE WAS MADE RIGHT AFTER APRIL AND HONESTLY HES MY FUCKING BABY. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!!! anyways. he grew up on the same island april did. his dad was like the right hand man to april’s dad so like he had connections and shit. he had a v happy family. a sweet mom celest and a dope dad cain and a wonderful lil sis sho. when aprils mom was still alive, they would always visit the town so jack and april always hung out and went on adventures throughout the town together. when april’s mom died and her dad started locking her up more, they werent able to see each other much anymore. of course, jack being the rebellious son of a gun he was, he would always sneak around and find ways to still hang with her. jack’s 3 years older than her btw. anyways. one day out of NOWHERE jack’s dad just VANISHED from the island and it rly fucked him up. he was 14 when that happened. so then he had to take a step up and watch over his mom and sister. then april’s dad became even more of an asshat and more people started leaving the island, so jack’s mom and sis decided to leave. HOWEVER jack decided to stay so april wouldn’t be completely alone. that happened when he was 16. then he stayed on the down low and visited april as much as possible until he finally decided to leave and make a life for himself and also search for his family. he left when he was 18 and he promised april that shed be set free one day and theyd be able to meet up once again and have more adventures :’) anyways then he went on a search for his dad. turns out his dad left bc he was the leader of the LEAGUE OF ASSASSINS and had to tend to the duties over there. after YEARS jack finally found the LOA but his dad literally left AGAIN 3 months before he got there. that frustrated him. but then he decided to start a life in the league ((bc his dad lowkey taught him a whole lotta shit about that as a child but u kno)) and met CHAZ AND JO…anyways pause on the story. jack’s an uncooked piece of spaghetti. hes v tall and lanky. hes got messy black hair and red eyes. he deserves so much love ok. he needs a hug. covers up his problems with dumb humor. a little shit. v snarky. his weakness is overthinking. v good with daggers. his epithet after he becomes a wanted man is (lame) jack “the slicer” solo ok. hes 23 after the timeskip. yes. i could talk about him forever. pls lemme know if u wanna know more about him AHHHHHHHH ps april and jack are my favorite brotp and i wish someone was the jack to my april 

chaz - oh charles. dont call him charles he’ll kill a bitch. idk what it is about me and having my oc’s be of higher class but like chaz came from a family of nobles and Fucking Hated It (big shocker huh) so long story short he RAN away and started a life as a pirate but he was betrayed Too Many Times and ended up hating pirates. nerd. anyways. one day he ran into this guy named cain. jack’s dad. cain was like “yo u got somewhere to stay?” and chaz was like “lol no”. so then cain took chaz in and introduced him to the LEAGUE OF ASSASSINS and basically trained chaz for years and then VANISHED. chaz was SO FUCKING HURT!!!! but cain left him as the leader of the organization so chaz was also v shook. he got RLY defensive when jack stumbled along. he felt threatened that jack was gonna snatch his leader spot all bc he was cain’s son. tbh chaz was a dick to jack for a good bit of time. cain was the best kind of father figure chaz ever had and he just??? ah chaz also needs a hug. anyways eventually he and jack became nerd bros. they argue all the damn time. think of zoro and sanji but dumber. thats these two. chaz fights with whips (kinky) ((jk)) and hes a fuckin BEAST with them. run. they call him the dawn menace bc he mostly makes his move at that time of day. CHAZ THE DAWN MENACE. ok lame. but yea. hes 26 after the timeskip. hes a nerd. takes things seriously. easily stressed. chaz had a horrible event happen to him in the past so he lost one of his green eyes and (theres a whole other story about that where cain does a Good Thing but im tryna save time and space rn) his weakness is his right side bc he literally cannot see. hes a hothead sometimes. also a redhead. makes sense. hes got some good biceps tbh. strong dude. love him

jo - AYYY JOSEPHINE!!! her story isnt entirely developed tbh. she’s part of the league of assassins. literally the smartest damn person in the entire world. SO SMART. literally shes the reason why the league is still thriving. she knows everything about everyone. ALSO SHES SUCH AN INCREDIBLE SHARPSHOOTER. USOPP WHO? v v v v v good with guns. honestly. shes 25 after the time skip but honestly shes a mom to chaz and jack. always breaking up their dumb arguments. so kind. can be snarky. purple eyes and long blue hair that she wears in low pigtails all the time. she was around when chaz first joined the league so they’ve been good buds for a hot minute. she’s 2nd in command now!!!!! she needs a break so bad. oh my god. works so damn hard. i honestly feel like im forgetting a lot of things about her im sorry im rushing rn but!!!!! honestly jack chaz and jo are my fave dream team. they’re all fucking nerds. i love them. tbh on the sims 4 i made a household with the three of them in it and it was wild. 

codie - lil cordelia. redhead. amber eyes. V STUBBORN. serious as shit. will kill someone. she has a zoan fruit and the model is an albatross so since shes a redhead she just fuckin. turns into a red albatross. they call her the red feather bc 1) literally red and 2) the blood of her enemies sometimes stain her feathers. ooooo spooky. her story is fuckin insane. all im gonna tell u is that she’s just with the whitebeard pirates. 20 after the timeskip. sassiest gal i know. fuckin constantly flamed ace even though ace was the flame guy. bird bros with marco!!! yay!!!!!!!!!!! anyways. thats all i got rn im sorry!!!! thank u for asking and please feel free to ask me more questions if u ever wanna know about some of these kids o mine!!!!! 

#asks #ferisuu

[kenbunshokus]

sic itur ad astra

gen, ichiji and sanji-centric, character study entry for @32daysofsanji; prompt: family

Humans can make out patterns out of nothing. Like discovering shapes in the cloud, or images between the stars. If you listen to static noise long enough they start to form meaningful words, even when there isn’t any.

This is the closest approximation to how Ichiji feels things.

It is almost fascinating, then, for him, to watch Sanji, who seems to feel everything with his entire being, so visceral and open and raw.

(ao3 & disclaimer)

i.

Ichiji is happy.

He is approximately 78% sure about that.

The 22% exists within that assessment because, well. Ichiji grew up with a significant number of scientists and doctors declaring that he does not have emotions—does not possess the capability to even form one—and there are only so many times you can hear about something before you start believing in it.

Ichiji supposes there is merit to that line of thought. He certainly does not feel things, in the most common definition of the word. He is familiar with the concept human feelings, the wide array of emotions that lie between the so-called Happiness to Sadness spectrum, but he never quite knows where he falls on that scale at any given point in time; he just knows that he does.

Humans can make out patterns out of nothing. Like discovering shapes in the cloud, or images in between the stars. If you listen to static noise long enough they start to form meaningful words, even when there isn’t any.

This is the closest approximation to how Ichiji feels things.

“What about Sanji?” He asks into the receiver, ignoring the buzz of celebration around him as another empire falls in the face of Germa’s might.

“He’s already here,” one of the soldiers answers through the transponder snail, and Ichiji feels a smirk tugs at the end of his lips.

There are shapes in the drifting clouds, words in the drawn-out static noise at the back of his mind.

“Oh? How fun,” he says. “I can’t wait to see him.”

“Liar,” Niji spits out, but what does he know.

The stars say Ichiji is happy, so he is.

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ii.

“We weren’t always like this,” Reiju says, and Ichiji has heard this one before from her. “We weren’t born without emotions.”

He turns a page of the book he is currently reading, almost too quickly, the papers rustling noisily against each other. “This is me…caring.”

Reiju is undeterred. She always is. “They did this to us when we were young; younger , in your case. It’s like—“ she bites her lower lip, clearly frustrated, before settling with, “remember, when you were six, and all of us visited a village in an island in West Blue? They had this celebration where they carved faces on pumpkins?

“They had to scoop its insides,” she continues. “One of our soldiers took this knife, its blade the size of a man’s forearm, and he scooped out the insides of the pumpkin. Seeds and juices slopped out of the pumpkin, leaving it hollow and empty.”

He doesn’t say anything, and waits. Reiju shakes her head.

“That’s us,” she says, finally. “That pumpkin is us.”

Ichiji never quite likes metaphors; never sees the point of it. “What are you trying to say, Reiju?”

“Sanji is different,” she says, and he thinks, oh . This is where this conversation is going, after all. Unsurprising; their forced reunion after thirteen years of pretending the other party does not exist allows a lot of old grievances to resurface. “Sanji isn’t like us; he isn’t empty . He doesn’t deserve to be pulled back into—” she gestures at the spacious room around her, the mahogany door and the marble floor, as if there is something wrong with them. “ This .”

“It is what our father intended for him,” Ichiji says, because that is what their father said, and their father’s words are absolute. “He should be grateful that he, who was born a mistake, can finally be of use to this family.”

“Sanji was not a mistake,” Reiju fires back. “That was the whole point. Were you even listening?”

“It’s semantics,” he points out, rationally. “A mistake is a mistake is a mistake; no amount of metaphors can change that. He was intended to do one thing, and he could not achieve that. Wouldn’t that what you call a mistake?”

The fact that Reiju does not have anything to say to that is telling.

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iii.

The scientists, among other things, taught them all chess. It is part of their war strategy lessons, a feeble attempt to make them remotely interesting to six-year-olds. It yields mixed results—Yonji never managed to understand the rules; Niji threw temper tantrums every time he lost, which happened more often than not; Reiju and Ichiji picked it up just fine.

Sanji loved it.

The first thing they learned (for chess, for war strategies, for everything ) is how to win. The key to winning, they taught him, is to understand your opponent.

Ichiji never won a single game against Sanji.

It can get frustrating, trying to understand Sanji. They are similar—they are brothers , born on the same day—but looking at Sanji is like looking into a broken mirror; his reflection all splintered up, cracking at the edges.

He asked Sanji, once. How he kept winning, when he was so terrible at their war strategy lessons. Whether he cheated.

I think, he remembers Sanji saying, meek and shy and subdued. With chess, you have to make sacrifices to win.

He knew that. Just like war tactics. The key to chess is to sacrifice everything you’ve got except your king.

Sanji shook his head at that. Sacrifices are only easy in chess. In life, if you sacrifice something, you are losing a little bit of yourself, too. There is no point in a victory if you’re a lone victor. He looked down at his hands, and said, almost to himself, You can be a king on an empty chess board, but you can’t lead a kingdom without its people.

Baffling. Downright foolish, really.

And now, years later from that day, Sanji is standing before their father once again. Ichiji has heard of his exploits in the New World, how he defeated Yonji without breaking a sweat, and yet here he is, shaking like a leaf and looks oh, so, very small.

“In the event that you insist on challenging my orders,” their father declared, holding up a picture of a chef from East Blue, “I have it on good authority that this man will meet an untimely death.”

Sanji sucks in an audible breath, all the bravado he’s been boasting gone from his posture—shoulders slumped, head hung low. Ichiji chuckles to himself at the sight. It is so obvious, now that they are older.

The key to understanding Sanji is that he is too afraid to sacrifice too many pieces on his board.

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iv.

It is the anniversary of their mother’s death.

They hold a ceremony every year, without fail. It is a nationwide affair—flags half-mast, citizens clad in black, people looking solemn on the street. Above, dark clouds start to gather over their floating kingdom, accompanied by the ominous rumbling of thunder. Beneath their feet, waves crash against their ships, and the ground trembles.

It is the only day that their father cries.

It is the only day that their father looks weak.

Ichiji does not understand the sentiment; everything about their mother always feels distant, detached, like hearing a song he has forgotten the lyrics to, or trying to recall a dream he once had a long time ago. There is a certain kind of urgency to it, a part of his consciousness telling him listen, listen, listen , but the voice is muted, almost faded.

This is also how Ichiji sees himself nowadays. And probably has been for a long time, now that he thinks about it. He does not feel like he has the inherent ownership to his limbs, from the strands of his hair down to the soles of his feet. Distant, detached. Everything pales in comparison to his father’s will, or the objectives of today’s mission.

Sanji asked him once, when they were kids. Why are you doing this to me?

And the answer to that has always been: he does not know.

When your world is narrowed down to your father’s wish and the commands from anyone who is rich and willing to pay enough, soul-searching questions like, why are you doing this? or, how do you feel about this? tend to take a back seat. Ichiji tries not to dwell too much on those.

Maybe Reiju was right. Maybe he was not always like this. He remembers sitting at the edge of his mother’s hospital bed, laughing to a joke she was telling animatedly, and there was something swelling, underneath his ribcage, a loud lub, lub, lub ringing in his ears at the way she smiled—

Or maybe not.

It would not have changed a single thing. The chess pieces were never his to sacrifice. Their father’s words are absolute.

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v.

“You got into a fight with Sanji again,” Reiju says as soon as she walks into his room. It is a statement, not a question. Almost accusatory.

Ichiji does not bother to look away from the window. “Yes,” he agrees. “Though ‘fight’ would be a gross exaggeration when our dear little brother could barely put up a struggle, even after all these years.”

Reiju tenses, but does not argue. When he catches her reflection on the window, her shoulders are slumped, and she looks tired.

“Why are you doing this, Ichiji?” She asks.

“He disobeyed our father’s order,” Ichiji says. “He attacked Niji over that pathetic excuse of a chef.”

“You know what I meant,” she presses. “ Why are you still doing this to Sanji?”

Ichiji tilts his head, genuinely confused. The static noise in his head refuses to churn out a single word. “We both know neither of us have the answer to that question.”

Reiju sighs, and Ichiji shares the sentiment.

If trying to understand Sanji is frustrating, trying to understand Reiju is downright exasperating . With Sanji, he knows, at least, that they are fundamentally different—Sanji is the mistake, the failure, the dud. Reiju, however, should be familiar. She should be the same as him. But instead she seems to perceive things differently; like they both have lost the same puzzle pieces, but Reiju still knows how the big picture looks like.

Lightning strikes, illuminating the room for a split second.

“Are you hurt?” Reiju asks. For a moment, he can’t see her eyes, can’t read her expression. “Or do you just want to hurt someone else?”

Drops of rain begin to fall, outside. “Yes,” he answers.

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vi.

On the day of the wedding, there are guns pointed at their heads, close enough that Ichiji could feel the metallic chill of the barrels against his temple. Their father is crying (weak, weak, weak) and in that moment two thoughts are formed, unbidden, in Ichiji’s mind, among the static: one fact he already knows, and one fact he begins to learn.

One fact he already knows: the chess pieces were never his to sacrifice.

One fact he begins to learn: he is one of those chess pieces.

Ichiji cannot bring himself to get upset by the revelation, just like he cannot bring himself to get upset by his apparent and inevitable demise. Death is part of war, he has been taught; of life, of anything. They have erred in their judgment on Big Mom and they are paying the price. Nothing more. Nothing less.

And it’s not like Ichiji wants to die, but he does not exactly have a say in this. In the grand scheme of things, if you look at it in all the right ways, he never really had a say in anything, really.

He cannot bring himself to get upset about this, either.

(The voice, far-away and buried, tells him, listen, listen, listen— )

He suddenly thinks of Reiju’s story. He supposes he can finally understand why the empty, hollow pumpkins are smiling.

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vii.

Sanji is standing tall on the table, looming and imposing in a way he never thought was possible for that particular brother of his. Ichiji looks up (up, up, implying that he is below, to Sanji, out of all people) and realizes that he does not understand Sanji—his actions, and his reasonings, and his everything.

After all they’ve done. After all they’ve done to him.

It’s a whirlwind of actions after that—one of the Strawhats hands him their raid suits as Big Mom’s army approaches, and it’s a flurry of swings and kicks and groans before he finds himself almost side by side with Sanji as their enemies circle them warily.

“I don’t get it,” he tells Sanji, because any time is as good as any.

Sanji clearly disagrees, because he gives Ichiji a look that is equal parts exasperated and baffled. “This is—what the fuck, this is a shitty time to talk about this.”

“You hate me,” Ichiji goes on talking, because he’s never good at listening to Sanji anyways.

“I hate you,” Sanji agrees. “You’re a scum.”

“Then why should it matter to you that I die?”

Sanji’s kick falters at that, and he misses a soldier; Ichiji punches the lucky soldier in the face to get the job done. “I don’t,” Sanji says, and he sounds like he’s struggling with his own answer. “It’s not the same thing.”

“Didn’t you say so yourself?” Ichiji points out, almost parroting Sanji’s earlier words. “I’m a scum. I deserve everything that is coming to me.” The static is getting louder in his head, and he can’t make out anything from it no matter how hard he tries. “I don’t understand why it should be a big deal to you if I die.”

“Stop saying that,” Sanji grits out. “Stop saying that you’ll die.”

There is another battalion of Big Mom’s soldiers advancing, swinging their blades towards them. Sanji does a spinning kick to bat their blades away, and they don’t talk for a moment, focusing on the enemy’s forces. It is not quiet—there are loud gunshots and louder screams on the battlefield—but Ichiji thinks there’s a certain kind of silence descending in the space between them anyways, suffocating the air.

As their enemy dwindles, it is Sanji who breaks it.

“There’s this—thing, okay. This thing, where you’ve made a lot of mistakes, and done horrible things, and I hate you for it. You don’t get a free pass on that. I fucking despise you for it,” Sanji says, voice trembling imperceptibly; it sounds a lot like he is spitting out poison, acid dripping from his tongue. He takes a moment to take a long, shuddering breath. “But there’s also this thing, this thing where other people made your mistakes for you. This one—this one isn’t on you.”

He points at Vinsmoke Judge, across the battlefield. “This one is on that bastard.”

“That’s semantics,” Ichiji says, almost an echo of his past self, because he doesn’t know anything else anymore. “A mistake is a mistake is a mistake.”

Sanji shakes his head. “A person is not a collection of their mistakes.” He glances at Straw Hat Luffy, grinning widely even in the middle of danger. Sanji must have seen something in Straw Hat, because the edges of his expression smoothen into something softer. “That is not what they taught me.”

Ichiji looks at the man before him. Strong and proud and tall, steel in his spine. He thinks of the small little brother in his memory, bruised and battered, and wonders if they are even the same person.

“Who?” He asks, almost in a whisper; the static turns into a buzz, and then a low hum.

“My captain,” Sanji says, and then adds, like an afterthought: “and my father,” and they both know he is not referring to the man who cried pitifully across the table at the wedding.

The key to understanding Sanji, he always thought, is that he is too afraid to sacrifice too many of his pawns. He holds onto them, like a little kid, stubbornly clasping his hands together so that none of the pieces would slip through his fingers.

He was wrong.

The key to understanding Sanji is that he doesn’t see people as chess pieces to sacrifice.

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viii.

It is the day after their mother’s death.

The funeral just ended, and the children are free from their lessons for once—everyone is still grieving, too shell-shocked to continue with their daily lives. Ichiji doesn’t quite understand, but he isn’t about to question father’s decisions.

He finds Sanji at their room, crying noisily into his pillow. Ichiji ignores him, and walks towards the table at the center of the room instead. There’s an open chessboard on it, its pieces still placed in an unfinished game, stopped prematurely when they heard the news about their mother’s death.

“Do you want to play?” Ichiji asks. “I think I can beat you today.”

There’s a choked sob from Sanji’s bed. “We just," Sanji mumbles, voice muffled by the pillow covering his face. "We just came home from mom’s funeral."

Ichiji starts picking the pieces up, resetting the board. “This is me...caring.”

He expected Sanji to get angry, to start throwing those weak punches of his, but when Ichiji looks up Sanji is looking at him with an odd expression.

“Ichiji? You’re…” Sanji says, but he does not finish his sentence.

Sanji rubs his face, wiping his tears, and climbs down the bed. “Okay,” he says, and starts setting the pieces together with Ichiji. “I’ll play with you.” His tone sounds like he’s indulging Ichiji, like he’s doing this for Ichiji. It’s annoying.

When Ichiji touches his cheek, it is wet.

Ichiji scrambles to rub his eyes, erasing the pinpricks of tears that form at the edges of his eyes. It’s not like it means anything to him—he doesn’t feel things, not in the most common definition of the word. The tears won’t stop falling though, and he has to ignore the way something in his chest feels like it doesn't fit quite right, humming with a solid ache around his sternum; and he thinks how he doesn’t quite know where he falls on the scale of emotions at any given point in time, but he knows that he does. He knows that he does.

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ix.

The sky is bright and blue and vast, and the Whole Cake Island is disappearing into the horizon.

Ichiji stands on the railings of the Straw Hat’s ship, ready to fly back towards his own. Sanji is standing not far from him; to see him off or to kick him off, he isn’t sure. Sanji does look like he’s going to do the latter sooner rather than later.

So he tilts his head towards Sanji. “What do you want me to do?”

Sanji frowns, nose scrunched up in disgust. “Why the fuck should I care?”

“It is a fair question,” he points out. “Loathe that I am to admit this… I am still indebted to you, after all. We all are.”

Sanji bites down on the cigarette between his teeth, hard. “Don’t ever show your shitty face in front of me again, then. That’s all I give a shit about. Hell, do something that isn’t hurting other people, for once.”

Straw Hat Luffy must have overheard their conversation, because he cranes his neck towards them, holding a hand on his hat to keep it from falling. A grin, quicksilver and free, flashes across his face.

“Well,” Straw Hat Luffy says, like the answer is easy, like the answer has been there all along. “What do you want to do?”

The question punches a breath out of him.

What he wants. That’s funny. Ichiji never thought about that.

Sanji must’ve sensed something from him, because he starts walking threateningly towards Ichiji. “Don’t start getting all philosophical on me, just get your ass off this ship and never come back again!”

Ichiji looks up at the sky. Listen, listen, listen.

For the first time in his life, Ichiji smiles.

#vinsmoke ichiji #vinsmoke reiju #sanji #monkey d. luffy #one piece #my writing #// #ichiji #reiju #vinsmokes #op #so this is...a thing that's been stuck with me ever since they revealed that the vinsmoke kids were genetically modified to not have feeling #consider;;; this ichiji

[xamassed]

⟬ @bucketfullofocs — Sanji's Birthday ( March 2nd ) ⟭

[Aya @ Sanji] It's just a little past midnight, and Aya rolls over in their shared bed. He's half-asleep, not quite there yet, and she giggles quietly as she leans forward to kiss his nose. "Happy, um, happy Birthday, love."

He was used to staying up this late, whether it be to prep for the next days meals or because there was a still a mess from that evenings dinner, but the comfort of his bed and having his beloved beside him made keeping his eyes open impossible.

All he wanted to do was snuggle under the covers with her, arm around her waist and face buried in her collarbone. The sounds of his friends snoring and her gentle breathing would lull him to sleep, but not yet.

He had to wait.

Sanji promised that she would be the first to say it, and the first to give him a gift. The gift being as small and simple as a kiss didn't matter to him, so long as it came from her and came from a place of pure love and sincerity.

Her lips on his nose brought him a bleary chuckle and earned her a messy kiss on the spot beside the bridge of her nose and just under her eye.

"Thank you, darling." He wiggled in close, the ends of his golden hair tickling her neck as he made himself cozy beside her. Arms around her, feet bumping hers as he wiggled their legs closer together. "I want you to be the first and last thing I see today, okay?"

#bucketfullofocs #bucketfullofocs ; aya #「 ( sanji ; ic ) 」 #「 v. in search of the all blue ( sanji ; one piece ) 」 #( she's so dang sweet!! ) #( AAUGH I LOVE HER )

[xamassed]

⟬ meme / @bucketfullofocs ⟭

[Aya @ Sanji] “   i hope we can always be just like this forever .   ”

"I think we will," admitted the cook without a single speck of hesitation, "even if we change little by little over time, we'll still be this."

Happy, together, fulfilling their dreams. They would fight, they would have low moments, but they would never be anything but what they were now. They had gone through too much and had fought too hard, and he would be damned if he didn't pour double effort into their relationship.

She deserved it, and he had slowly begun to accept that he deserved it too.

"Forever and ever."

#bucketfullofocs #bucketfullofocs ; aya #「 ( sanji ; ic ) 」 #「 v. in search of the all blue ( sanji ; one piece ) 」

[xamassed]

⟬ @sylvva / s.c ⟭

"Alright, open up!" It was only meant to be a silly game, little spoons of chopped, mashed or crushed ingredients waiting for her try while her eyes were closed. This turn, it was something simple: mashed potato. "Any idea?"

#sylvva #sylvva ; camilla #「 ( sanji ; ic ) 」 #「 v. in search of the all blue ( sanji ; one piece ) 」 #( testing her taste buds~ ) #( he'd never prank her tho so she doesn't have to worry )

[xamassed]

⟬ @bxtonpxss — Sanji's Birthday ( March 2nd ) ⟭

“Good morning and Happy Birthday Sanji!” Thor barrels his way into the kitchen, tail whipping wildly behind him. He scampers up the blonde’s side and leans carefully over his shoulder in order to nuzzles his face against the chef’s cheek. “Need some help?”

"Does trying the first bite count as help?" He was in too good of a mood to care that his kitchen had been barged into, birthday wishes and excitement putting an ear-to-ear grin on his face.

The round mouse on his shoulder was given a fond nuzzle in return, while his hands were occupied with cutting away a portion of the breakfast he had made for himself and the rest of the crew.

The fork was held up, first bite ready for Thor to take if he wanted it. "And thanks, I appreciate it. Let's makes it a good one, yeah?"

#bxtonpxss #bxtonpxss ; thor #「 ( sanji ; ic ) 」 #「 v. in search of the all blue ( sanji ; one piece ) 」 #( can I have thor? ) #( can i just have a real thor please? )

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⟬ @manaborn / s.c ⟭

"I know you've explained it to me before, but — one more time. I wanna make sure I've got all of this right in my head." He drummed his fingers along the arm rest of his seat, the familiarity with which he sat inside the ship making it clear that he had gotten over the shock ( but never the awe ) of space-travel. "What's the name of the planet we're going to, and why are we headed there again?"

Sanji was well aware of their goal and how to properly pronounce the name of the plant and its people, but he would never tire of listening to her speak.

#manaborn #「 ( sanji ; ic ) 」 #「 v. in search of the all blue ( sanji ; one piece ) 」 #( spooce adventure! )

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⟬ meme / @shiigures ⟭

[ swings ] sender and receiver sit on a swingset together. ( to Sanji )

Sanji was so apt to swoon the moment he was alone with someone that when he didn't, it surprised even him. He didn't bleed or wax poetic, and he didn't invade what little space there was between them. Instead, the most intimacy he dared to show her when she sat beside him was to swing asynchronously with her. While she barely moved forward, he moved back. Somewhere in the middle, they met, and he passed her a sleepy smile.

Something about the gentle back-and-forth had that effect on him, but he hoped she didn't misunderstand it as a lack of desire to see her. He was thrilled, in fact, but she would glimpse the rare moments of peace that few thought the cook capable of.

"Never had one of these growing up. Y'know, restaurant ship. . ." Children had been allowed to dine, but they never stayed. He was the only one, and he hadn't been given special treatment. "Kind of calming to just sit here and swing."

#shiigures #「 ( sanji ; ic ) 」 #「 v. in search of the all blue ( sanji ; one piece ) 」

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⟬ @chatcambrioleur / sc. ⟭

He had slipped into the room with the intent of dropping off the drink she requested, but it was when he glimpsed the map dangling from the corner of the desk that he thought to do her another, small favor. He pulled the map out carefully from the rest of the stack and made to hand it over, yet there came a pause.

"Huh. . . This is your island, isn't it? I think the whole time we've known each other, I don't think I've ever seen this." He stood there, admiring the shape of the island and wondering what it might be like to step foot there. "I want to see it someday."

#chatcambrioleur #「 ( sanji ; ic ) 」 #「 v. in search of the all blue ( sanji ; one piece ) 」

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⟬ @box-of-characters ⟭

Wisteria has been staring at Sanji's legs for a good while now, expression clearly indicating that she was trying to figure something out. The werewolf eventually speaks up, her eyes not breaking contact with his legs as she starts pointing between them. ".... How th' 'ell do ya do that fire thing anyway?"

Wisteria's questions were normally met with enthusiasm and a conducive answer, but this one garnered an opposite reaction. He shuddered once, let out a disgruntled huff through his nose and puffed indignantly at the cigarette half-burned between his lips.

Divulging his abilities and how he acquired them wasn't an easy task, but she had gone through the pain of telling him about her silvery scars. It only felt right that her be forthright with her in return.

"A gift from dear ol' dad." Another shudder, this one deeper. "Asshole thought it would benefit him and Germa if his children were different. He messed with my sister, messed with me and my brothers when we were still in the womb. We've all got something. Mine's lighting up my leg."

He offered her a small shrug, as if to dismiss the subject now that he had given her part of an answer.

#boxofcharacters #boxofcharacters ; wisteria #「 ( sanji ; ic ) 」 #「 v. in search of the all blue ( sanji ; one piece ) 」 #( can you imagine wisteria meeting his biological siblings? :') hoboy )

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⟬ meme / @bucketfullofocs ⟭

[Aya @ Sanji] [SUNSCREEN]

"You're too good to me, my jewel~" Sanji had imagined that it would be the other way around, but he couldn't deny that he enjoyed the feeling of her small hands rubbing against his back and shoulders.

A small pinch of guilt did threaten to ruin the moment, but it was trapped under the many excellent points she had brought up after offering to slather sunscreen over his skin.

"I forget how easily I burn," admitted the cook sheepishly.

Most of his time during beach shenanigans was spent inside his kitchen or cooking outside, meaning he was fully clothed. A little convincing from his captain and beloved, and he agreed to step away from the stove long enough to enjoy a proper rest and some relaxation out on the sand. "Thank you. I'll return the favor once you're done."

#bucketfullofocs #bucketfullofocs ; aya #「 ( sanji ; ic ) 」 #「 v. in search of the all blue ( sanji ; one piece ) 」 #「 r. the brightest ocean jewel ( sanji ; aya ) 」 #( I know he has an affinity for fire but!!! that doesn't stop the UV! )

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⟬ @bucketfullofocs ⟭

[Aya @ Sanji] It was late, the stars out and moon out and playing across the sky as the sun slept the night away. It was Sanji's turn for watch, but Aya found she couldn't sleep without him by her side. So, slipping on a robe and grabbing an old sound dial, Aya went to find him out on deck. Of course, it wouldn't take long to find him, Aya leaving the lower decks and stepping out into the cool night air and quickly spotting a familiar shock of blond hair.

"I, um, Sanji!" She hurried over to him, reaching up and kissing his cheek once she was close enough. "I, um, I couldn't sleep without you. But, um, but it's such a nice night out - I thought I could spend some of it with you." She had a soft smile playing across her face, playful and sweet, as she took out the sound dial she had hidden away. Pressing the center, it came to life, a feminine voice singing softly.

"C'mon Sanji - I, um, dance with me. It's, um, it's a perfect night for it." Setting the dial down, she offered her hand to the man she adored, waiting for him to take it.

The night-time shift usually meant perching himself in the crow's nest and watching the jet-black sea from a higher vantage point, but Sanji couldn't be bothered to climb his way up that evening. His body ached, he was exhausted and he quite liked how the cool breeze felt against his cheeks whenever it whisked past.

Besides, there was nothing to be seen for miles in any direction, so it was with a great deal of confidence that he became slack in his duty. Though, the moment he heard Aya's sweet voice calling to him, the idea of keeping watch slipped further away.

"Aya?" He turned to meet her, heart soaring sky-high no matter how often he saw her. She was and always would be a vision, whether she stood in the light of a radiant sun or the chilling beams of the moon. At times, Sanji wondered if the world was beautiful simply to make her look even better. It was merely an accent piece, enhancing what she already possessed in spades.

It was part of the reason why he couldn't refuse her.

Her smile was too pure, her intentions too kind and he adored her beyond words. Dancing with her under a clear sky, moon and stars dangling overhead like a crystal chandelier — he would have to be a fool to refuse.

"You don't have to ask me twice." He bowed his head low and placed his hand into hers, "I'll follow your lead, my jewel, here and anywhere."

#bucketfullofocs #bucketfullofocs ; aya #「 ( sanji ; ic ) 」 #「 v. in search of the all blue ( sanji ; one piece ) 」 #「 r. the brightest ocean jewel ( sanji ; aya ) 」 #( she's just so sweet ) #( this will never bore him ) #( it could be the same steps and the same music and he'll still be floating on air )

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⟬ meme / @bucketfullofocs ⟭

[Aya @ Sanji] " taste this and tell me what you think! "

"It smells and looks delicious, so. . ." He took a clean spoon and scooped out a generous portion of frosting, the give and fluffiness of it giving him high hopes for the taste. "Don't mind if I do!"

He popped the bite in, the sweet and nutty taste of peanut butter making his teeth buzz. "Oh, you've outdone yourself this time, my heart! I'll admit, I was a little worried it might be too sweet, but it's perfect. I think I could eat a whole bowl of that and not think twice."

He wouldn't, since she needed it, but he might be tempted to ask her for another, smaller batch for snacking later.

#bucketfullofocs #bucketfullofocs ; aya #「 ( sanji ; ic ) 」 #「 v. in search of the all blue ( sanji ; one piece ) 」 #「 r. the brightest ocean jewel ( sanji ; aya ) 」 #( sometimes you just wanna eat frosting )

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⟬ @manaborn / sanji's birthday 3 • 2 ⟭

Flopping onto his lap, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed a dozen playful kisses all over his face. “Happy birthday, sweetheart. I made dinner and a cake aaannnndd I honestly didn’t know what to get you but then I thought I’m kind of the best gift so you can just unwrap me.” clearly joking because she’s grinning like an idiot since there was a pile of gifts on the table. 

She had gotten him some new ties, kitchen utensils that she had no clue about but was told by the salesperson that they were top of the line items, gourmet sweets & chocolate, wine, a box of different spices that she had gotten from places all over the galaxy, grooming products that she knew he liked ( and maybe some new ones that she thought smelled nice ;3 ), other other odds and ends and finally an expensive looking watch that was engraved on the back: every second i love you more. Cheesy, but she’s cheesy and he knows it.

 “So, cake before or after food?”

( snooj’s birthday mean gwen has to be gwen and overdo it bc whats the point if she can't spoil him : he can still unwrap her tho :/ )

She thought she was joking, but the quip held more truth to it than she might have ever assumed. The spices made him excited to cook, the shampoos and lotions would mean a small handful of special nights spent soaking in the bathtub and the wine would be promptly cracked open the moment the sun, but she had only been gifted those because her heart was large and generous and she cared.

Gwen existed, and it was the most important thing in any world to him because the saying went both ways: every second, he found himself falling deeper and deeper in love with her.

"How about you, then cake, then food?" He knew she wouldn't be able to resist the allure of cake, and that there would still be room for dinner no matter how thoroughly he indulged her sweet-tooth. Yet before he could even give her that much, he wondered if she wouldn't mind a little selfishness.

#manaborn #「 ( sanji ; ic ) 」 #「 v. in search of the all blue ( sanji ; one piece ) 」 #「 r. love is space and time measured by the heart ( sanji ; gwen ) 」 #( i love the message on the watch! got me crying over here )

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⟬ meme / @bucketfullofocs ⟭

[Aya @ Sanji] “don’t worry, honey, i’ll stay with you.”

"Everything is spinning. . ." He was laid out on his bed, stomach down and face almost buried into his pillow. With the slight angle of his head, his nose barely poked out past the fluff and gave him room to breathe.

Between those shallow breaths, the drunken cook let out low and needy whines. Blindly, he felt around for her hand, until he knew he had ahold of her. If she didn't fight against it, he would guide her hand to his hair where he let it sit. Arm heavy, he let it flop into the bed again.

"Please, Aya-chan?"

#bucketfullofocs #bucketfullofocs ; aya #「 ( sanji ; ic ) 」 #「 v. in search of the all blue ( sanji ; one piece ) 」 #「 r. the brightest ocean jewel ( sanji ; aya ) 」 #( he's a needy drunk. just wants some hair touches )