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that's what friends are for (platonic sanji x zoro's partner!reader)

one time you comfort sanji, and one time he comforts you. currently obsessed with the idea of being zoro's partner who is also close friends with sanji despite their rivalry! wc 2.2k, light spoilers for wci and wano. platonic but sanji is sanji. cw for alcohol use (reader gets drunk)

In the dead of night, your hand was hastily scribbling the events of the past few days into your notebook, glancing up every few seconds to make sure there were no marine or enemy ships on the horizon. Normally, you would be snuggled in between Zoro’s legs, laying back against his chest as he snored in your ear. The notebook served as a place for either of you to doodle and write all the things that came to mind (or were difficult to say out loud) while the other was asleep—a secret, never-ending conversation.

Since the crew was currently split up, you had been keeping meticulous notes on everything that had happened to make sure he didn’t miss one bit of what happened on your end. You start to draw a quick sketch of Pudding to assure Zoro that she was indeed a real woman who was somehow attracted to Sanji and get so engrossed in the process that you miss the scent of tobacco filling your lungs and a familiar presence settling next to you.

“That really looks like her, darling.” he murmurs as he looks over your shoulder, causing you to jump and slam the book shut. His cigarette smoke lingers on his breath, causing your nose to wrinkle in disgust.

“Can’t sleep, blondie?” you ask gently, setting aside the usual teasing bite in your tone that you reserved for him. After all that the cook had been through in the past few days, concern for his well-being was at the forefront of your mind.

“I don’t think I’ll be sleeping well for quite a while after all of this, sunshine.” he replied, hand raking through his hair as he leaned further back into the couch of the Observation Tower. Something in your stomach turned at seeing him in Zoro’s usual spot, making the ache in your heart due to his absence grow stronger.

“You missing the stupid mosshead?” he asked, with a bit less disdain than usual at the mention of his rival.

You nodded. “A bit extra tonight.”

“We’ll be to Wano soon, dear.” he says. Comfortable silence fills the air as you lean back and fix your eyes towards scanning the ocean. Sanji pulls another cigarette out of his jacket pocket, but you stop him before he grabs his lighter.

“Not up here. Zoro will think I started smoking again.” you scold. Instead of putting the unlit cigarette away, he fishes out another one and places it between your fingers.

“Just one won’t hurt, sunshine.” he whispers. “We used to smoke together all the time.”

“Zoro hates it.” you said, handing him the cigarette back with a sense of finality in your voice. “I made a promise years ago that I wouldn’t smoke anymore, and I don’t plan on breaking it.”

Sanji smirks. “I had a feeling you quit for him. Was he really so threatened by our little smoke breaks?”

You shake your head with a smile. “More like he didn’t want to taste your shitty cigarettes on my lips anymore. Besides, it was starting to gnaw away at me too.”

“In what way, dear?” he asked.

“It might seem a bit silly, but the act of it started to make my stomach churn. Inhaling your smoke and physically filling my chest with it felt sickening when my heart was already entangled somewhere else; even if I never had any improper intentions the action itself still felt wrong to me. Too intimate.” you reply. “Especially when you always insisted on lighting my cigarette with the tip of yours.”

Sanji chuckles. “You could have just asked for my lighter, dear.”

“I can’t work one by myself, I didn’t want to look stupid.” you giggle.

You offer him one of the blankets you’ve wrapped around yourself, and he takes it gladly.

“If things were different, do you think you could’ve seen yourself loving Pudding?” you ask, breaking the silence. He eyes you cautiously before answering.

“On the record?” he asks, motioning towards the notebook.

“Off the record.” you assure him. “I’m just curious.”

“I don’t think it’s worth discussing because her feelings for me weren’t genuine.” he said softly. “I overheard her before the wedding.”

“She’s been through a lot. She probably was just lashing out as a defense mechanism, she’s still so young and dealing with so much. I wouldn’t doubt that she’s looking out at the clear night sky, bawling her eyes out because you’re gone.” you say. Sanji goes silent.

“Would it even matter if she loved you back?” you ask, voice nearly a whisper.

After a long pause, Sanji replies. “It’s always been Nami. It will only ever be Nami.” He stiffens slightly and then relaxes as you squeeze his shoulder.

“She was so excited to see you, you know.” you say. "She missed you dearly." Sanji nods, a small, pained smile cracking at his lips.

“I’m not good enough for her and she knows it.” he says, voice nearly cracking.

You sigh, rubbing circles into his collarbone with your thumb. “Sanji, you’re compassionate, incredibly tough, inside and out, and devoted to the bone. You’re deserving of all the love in the world.”

A devilish smirk erupts on Sanji’s face. “A confession? Darling, you’re going to crush mosshead’s heart!” he teases.

You scoff. “In your dreams, blondie. I plan on going with him to the ends of the world, and then some.” you say, beaming proudly.

“I’m afraid you have no choice dear, he’ll get lost otherwise.” he replies, smiling with satisfaction as you giggle at his words.

“I’m so glad you’re home, Sanji.” you say with a yawn.

“Me too, sunshine.” he whispers back, both of you settling back into silence watching the crashing waves.

Eventually, he falls asleep against your shoulder, and when the sun breaks over the horizon, you let him sleep in and get a head start on his plans for breakfast.

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Sanji is finishing up dishes when you come stumbling into the kitchen. Luffy and Zoro were still asleep with no signs of waking up, and while everyone else was preemptively celebrating the victory in Wano, you were on edge and antsy for your captain and partner to rise from their slumbers. Already tipsy, you staggered with unsure footing to the liquor cabinet, fiddling with the padlock keeping it shut. Successfully gaining entry, you grab a small bottle of mango-infused sake before slumping down on the floor to drink it.

“I didn’t know you knew the code to the liquor cabinet, dear.” Sanji says.

“I’m not drunk enough to forget my own birthday.” you mumble, eyes fixed at the floor as you unscrew the cap on the bottle. “We couldn’t make it his; 1111 is the first thing someone would guess.”

Sanji grabs a few of his freshly baked oatmeal cookies from the counter and sits down beside you.

“Don’t you want to save that for when he wakes up?” he asks you gently.

“Was planning to, but I finished that bottle of bourbon with Robin.” you reply. “She told me to get a snack before heading to the beach but I need another drink before I go down there.”

“Made these special for you, sunshine.” Sanji says, handing you an oatmeal cookie, cringing as you take a swig from your sake bottle first and use the small treat as a chaser.

A wide smile spreads on your face. “Just like my mom makes! You’re too good to me blondie.” Sanji smiles in response, and nudges the bottle away from your hands, replacing it with two more cookies.

“You need to eat, dear.” he says quietly, and thankfully, you listen to his suggestion.

“What’s got you so rattled?” he asks gently. You were typically a happy and cheerful drunk; even when you went past your limits and Zoro had to rub your back and keep you from falling overboard while you puked over the side of the Sunny, you had a big smile on your face. However, despite your smile just a moment ago, the aura radiating from around you is nothing short of depressing, filling the cook with concern.

“They’re teasing again.” you whisper. “I know they’re making fun of her and not me, but it’s humiliating. Especially when she purposely waits until I’m not visiting to give them sponge baths. She’s probably touching him right now.”

You cover your mouth and stare at the floor, embarrassed at the vomit of feelings that you had just divulged. You wanted nothing more than to let it roll off your back like the nonsense that it was, especially because Zoro was fast asleep during most of Hiyori’s advances, but it was hard when Usopp currently thought it was the funniest thing in the world to throw himself over Franky and cry out something stupid like “Oh Zorojuro~! I hadn’t realized I gave you another sword!” while motioning towards the cyborg’s crotch.

“Oh dearest…” Sanji sighs, throwing an arm around your shoulders and giving you a squeeze. “Mosshead is a lot of things. Moronic, single-minded, stubborn, impossible…but as much as I hate to say it, disloyal isn’t one of them.”

“I’ve taken it so well, haven’t I?” you whisper. “I didn’t even say a word to him when I saw her wrapped around him, fast asleep. If I did, he would’ve gotten upset that I wasn’t focused on the mission.” You pause for a moment, a touch of anger bubbling to the surface. “Do you think he would have given me the same grace? If he were to walk in on me sleeping next to, let’s say Trafalgar Law, with his head buried into my chest, we wouldn’t have anything left between us but ashes and memories.”

“You’ve taken it so well, sweetheart.” Sanji reassures you; although he agrees with you, he bites back a variety of his own opinions regarding the stupid mosshead’s behavior as of late in order to spare your feelings. “And I know he appreciates your understanding, even if he hasn’t had the chance to tell you yet.”

You’re quiet for a moment, still staring at the floor as Sanji rubs circles into your shoulder.

“I’ve barely seen him these past few weeks, Sanji. What if he’s lost feelings for me?” you choke out. Before Sanji can respond, you continue. “She’s the most beautiful woman in Wano, Sanji. Don’t even try to deny it, I saw the way she got under your skin too. He has ties here in Wano through his bloodline, and she gave him a legendary sword; what do I have to offer besides my heart, my soul, and the skin on my bones?”

“Darling, he stayed true to you for two years, I hardly think that a few weeks would cause him to have such a change in heart—” he starts to say.

“Aw c’mon, blondie, what was he going to do? Fuck Mihawk?” you snap, cutting him off and causing Sanji to laugh so hard he nearly snorts.

“Seriously Sanji,” you say, sitting up and looking at him for the first time in this conversation causing him to stifle his laughter, “let’s say that, hypothetically, if we were together, and Nami were to confess her complete and undying love for you, what would you do?” The cook goes quiet for a moment, trying to figure out how to answer your nonsense question diplomatically, but runs out of time before you take his silence as an answer and continue.

“See? How could you resist being given everything you’ve ever dreamed of? Wouldn’t you be eager to let go of the past too?” you ask, voice trembling.

“Sweetheart,” he whispers, brushing your tangled hair out of your face, “Can’t you see that you’re all he’s ever wanted?” His words prompt you to throw yourself into his arms and start sobbing—under normal circumstances, his nose would be gushing with blood, but right now his focus was on getting your breathing and emotions under control.

“I just want them both to wake up.” you say, voice cracking. “I want to sneak away with him and crawl into his arms and cover him with kisses and tell him how much I missed him and melt away into his skin.”

“I know, sunshine,” he says with a sigh as he strokes your hair, “but doesn’t it give you immense comfort knowing that you’re front and center in all of his dreams?”

“He’s probably dreaming about killing Dracule Mihawk.” you mumble, looking up at him.

“And you and Chopper are cheering him on while he does it.” Sanji says with a smile, patting your head. His heart sighs in relief when you grin back at him, and he sees that his words have seemingly finally gotten through to you.

“Thanks, Sanji.” you whisper, breathing finally steady. “Sorry for losing it. It’s hard keeping it all inside sometimes.”

“There’s never any judgement here, dear. I’m here whenever you need me.” he replies. This time when you hug him, a spurt of blood flies out his nose. You grit your teeth and lightly smack him upside the head in return; it lacks its usual power due to still being so raw from sobbing your heart out.

“I’ll make you some tea to help you sober up faster, have a few more cookies, sunshine” he says as he extends his hand to help you stand and guides you towards the kitchen table, gratitude beaming from your eyes. He knew that when you sobered up, you would feel indebted to him for comforting you, but he knew there would be a time in the future that he would need your support, and it would all even out eventually.

After all, isn’t that what friends are for?

#one piece x reader #sanji x reader #zoro x reader #sanji x you #zoro x you #platonic sanji x reader #x reader #i hope this wasn't too cringe or ooc #sanji calls reader sunshine because reasons

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I’m a bit late for the party but here is my messy contribution of 40 years old Sanji-kun, after sheding his jacket and waistcoat, just enjoying a glass of wine. In fact I was just looking for a reason to draw him with a loose necktie and sleeve garters.

63 notes • Posted 2021-02-16 00:25:52 GMT

@mysticaltigersorceress! It's always such a pleasure to doodle something for you ! I was so happy you asked for this period, the 18th century is my fave period of time for the history and the fashion with the Renaissance... So thank you very much and hope you'll enjoy it !

For this sketch of Rosinante during the Age of Enlightenment I've used this painting of François Drouais, today in the Louvre Museum (it was very fun to peruse through their collections to find references UwU)

Historical Fashion Event

64 notes • Posted 2021-06-21 18:02:18 GMT

Suits Up! Day 2 : Sanji

Today is our favourite cook birthday ! He is getting closer and closer to the gorgeous 40 years old version we all fell for... UwU

66 notes • Posted 2021-03-02 22:01:16 GMT

Mazette what a productive day XD

This quick sketch of a very naked and very drunk Kid asleep on a rainbow unicorn floatie was a gift for my dear @mysticaltigersorceress

84 notes • Posted 2021-06-14 22:04:43 GMT

To celebrate the 1 year anniversary of my blog and the almost 200 followers (thank you so much guys, I can’t even express how grateful I am for y’all to support me like this) I’ve decided to throw this little event around the steampunk aesthetic.

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It would be a bit like my Suit Up ! event I did a few months ago. The idea is to post 1 sketches per day in DECEMBER, so 30 spots are available.

I still accept some late asks but otherwise I will fill them myself or just delete them I am not sure for the moment...

Anyway thank you for everyone who participate !!! The festivities begin on 01/12 ! UwU

The Rules:

You guys can send me 3 characters you’d like to see in this style and I’ll pick up one of them. You can also chose one category you want your character to fit in but it’s not an obligation. You can pick one if you feel inspired by it or you can let me decide, but once again there is no obligation to it, you are totally free to send only 3 characters.

In a perfect world I would draw only each characters once but if after one week, all the spots are not claimed I may consider doing them twice but with a different category.

- To help you with it, here is some category ideas :

Scientist

Navigator / Pirate

Aristocrat

Doctor

Mad Max style

Engineer

Military / Fighter / Marcenay…

Professor

Prostitute

Priest

Thief / Outlaw

Musician

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Once again, there is no obligation to chose a category, it's just a guideline if you don't feel inspired.

You can request as many time as you want but please don’t exagerate…. Also references are always welcome if you have something specific in mind !

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Update 01/11 :

- Sabo for Anon

- Doffy for @coolannepotts

- Katakuri, Shanks or Killer - Mad Max for @idontlikeiobsesswriting

- Mihawk, Sanji, Robin - Professor for @idontlikeiobsesswriting

- Law, Crocodile, Monet - Detective for @chocolate-n-cheese

- Sanji, Killer, Ace - Prostitute / Doctor for @vemuabhi

- Zoro, Doflamingo, Rosinante - Mad Max for Anon

- Aristocrat Nami, Engineer Franky, Military Sabo for Anon

- Doflamingo - Priest for @doffyholic

- Zoro, Law, Ace - Policeman / Fireman / Professor for @rivvd-art

- Iceburg, Paulie, Kaku - Airship Engineer for @pagingdoctorbedlam

- Killer, Ace, Benn Beckmann - Mercenary for @mysticaltigersorceress

- Law - Priest for @some-piece

- Smoker, Wiper, Tashigi - Pirate for @ochizokulevy

- Heat, Koza, Dalton - Military / Mercenary for Anon

- Katakuri, Oven, Whitebeard - Thief for Anon

- Perona, Ulti - Artist / Performer for @midorimortem

- Iceburg, Aokiji, Victoria Cindry for @chocolate-n-cheese

- Law - Scientist for Anon

- Marco, Law, Chopper - Doctor for @chromatic-lamina

- Robin - Musician

- Robin, Zoro - Mad Max for Anon

- Marco - Scientist

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UPDATE

My deeply apologies but life get in the way and I wanted to finish the historical event before begining this one so I'll just postpone this event until DECEMBER (it's even better since this blog bday will be on November 30th)

My apologies for the delay....

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iduns-golden-apples · 5 years

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Odds and Ends and Family - Secret Santa Entry 2018

This here’s my entry for the @onepiecesecretsanta2018 event, dedicated to Con @condraws! Happy Holidays to all who read this, especially Con!

If there is one thing that’s become difficult to adjust to, it’s the fact that true silence can never be found on the Sunny. Jinbe knows this very well, and it’s all the more obvious as he’s watching Brook fret over the strings on his guitar. While the instrument itself isn’t being used outright, the skeleton is humming while he’s adjusting the strings.

It’s strange to watch the one who’s supposed to be on night watch as well be completely absorbed in something else entirely, but if it was truly a problem, then the musician would have stopped long ago.

Since he’s so freely fidgeting with his instrument, this likely means that he manages to keep watch through other means than just keeping an eye out. Though, Jinbe muses if it would be eye socket instead, since the skeleton doesn’t have any eyes to speak of.

Eventually, Brook stops humming. He places the guitar against the wall of the crow’s nest before turning around to look at the fishman, tilting his head in lieu of making any sort of facial expression.

“Could I ask you a question about your previous career?” Brook asks, briefly reaching up to adjust his hat. The gaudy crown reflects the moonlight, but only slightly.

“I don’t see why not.” Jinbe replies, blinking. He’s a little curious, since this is the first time the musician has brought up the topic. What are his reasons?

“Very well, thank you for indulging my curiousity. I heard from Sanji that you were once a part of Fishman Island’s royal guard, and I can’t help but want to know more, as a fellow former military man.” Brook says, chuckling a little as he returns to his seat. Crossing one thin leg over the other, he then waits for an answer.

“It’s not too interesting of a story, really.” Jinbe replies, sighing. He eyes the musician for a moment, and notes that he is still waiting for an answer. There’s no escaping this one, it seems.

“I joined the military in the hopes of making some difference, and actually put my strength to use for the sake of the people, rather than myself.” Jinbe says, looking out the window for a moment or so before continuing.

“I formally resigned after Fisher Tiger’s raid on Marie Geoise, to join him as a pirate. So, I suppose I acted a little selfishly back then.”

“Perhaps, but it led to many good things, did it not?” Brook asks, tapping out a faint rhythm on his leg as he speaks. “You’ve done many things that most couldn’t even dream of, and that was before you came to be one of us.”

“In any case, I’d like to know about your own time in the military, if you wouldn’t mind sharing.” Jinbe says, more or less stopping the discussion of his deeds in particular right then and there.

Brook tilts his head, and then laughs.

“I’m afraid that I can’t recall much of it, but I’ll try my best!”

What Brook does end up sharing is mostly stories of playful ribbing and pranks shared between young recruits, and not so much about his career. However, he does share his reason for becoming a pirate, much like Jinbe.

“There was a man I loved, you see.” Brook says, pulling out his violin.

“Is that so?” Jinbe asks, blinking. He hadn’t taken the skeleton as someone who’d found love before, with how fond he was of asking intrusive questions.

“Yes, though it’s probably hard to believe!” he answers, chuckling heartily as he tests the strings. “Even so, I did love him with all of my heart, and I still do. I just don’t know whether to hope that I meet him again in this world, or on the other side.”

“Does that distinction really matter?” Jinbe asks, reaching into his sleeve to pull out a thin pipe. Lighting it, he puts it to his lips and takes a drag, waiting for Brook to finish thinking.

“... I suppose, it really doesn’t. We’ll all go there one day, after all… But, I guess I’m a little impatient. It has been fifty years, after all.” Brook muses, and then turns his focus to the pipe. “Didn’t Chopper ban you from smoking?”

Jinbe at least has enough sense to look a little guilty as he exhales a small plume of smoke, and then puts out the pipe. “He did. So, I’d appreciate if you kept this a secret from him.”

“If you entrust that pipe to me, then my lips are sealed. Though, I don’t have any!” Brook happily exclaims, and swiftly takes the smoking pipe from the fishman’s hand to tuck it away into his skull.

“... Well you snatched that choice right out of my hands.” Jinbe says, and grins as he shakes his head. “My lungs will thank you, in time.”

“As they should. It’s not good to smoke!” Brook replies, and starts to play one of the songs he picked up on during their time on Fishman Island.

It’s a calming song, reminiscent of waves lulling against the shorelines. It tells the story of children going to gather sea shells, to hunt the elusive green room, and to laugh together.

Their watch finishes without trouble, and when the time to change shifts comes, Brook heads down first.

Jinbe looks out at the slowly rising sun, and sighs.

It feels like coming home again, even though it’s only the start of a new day.

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It’s not often Usopp finds himself in the Sunny’s library, but sometimes, he finds the time to slip in and read something. Other times, he only seeks the quiet to be able to sketch in peace. This is more so the former than the latter, as he leafs through a yellow-paged novel to find where he left a bookmark the last time he read it.

But alas, he finds no trace of it, and frowns as he puts it back on the shelf.

“Looking for something?” A voice suddenly asks, and he can’t help but jump before he spins around and comes face to face with Robin.

“Don’t scare me like that, Robin… But yeah, I can’t find a bookmark.” Usopp says, and sighs.

“I see… That’s a problem.” she muses, and takes out the very same book he was leafing through moments ago to flip through it. “Are you sure you didn’t just dog-ear one of the pages?”

“After that look you gave me the last time I did that? I wouldn’t dare.” Usopp replies, taking a peek at the pages as he watches her quickly turn them.

“Old habits die hard, as they say.” Robin says, and stops at a page that has indeed been folded in one corner. “Is this the part you’d reached?”

He blinks, and skims through the first two paragraphs before begrudgingly taking it from her. “... Yeah, that’s the one. Sorry.”

“It’s a well-loved story, so don’t apologize.” Robin replies, and picks out another book from the shelf. “I’ve read it a few times myself, so I’m a little attached.”

“Really? Then, what’s your favorite part? I’ve already read it once before, so I’m not afraid of spoilers or anything.” Usopp asks, quickly slipping in a bookmark before righting the folded page and closing the book to plop down on the couch as Robin takes a seat.

“Hm, that is a good question.. I suppose the part where the protagonist has to face that manifestation of his inner demons. The imagery used in that particular chapter was delightfully morbid, but still fitting to his character and worldview.” Robin says, and looks over to him. “And yours is?”

“Obviously, the part where he manages to reconcile his personal issues and step up to help the group move forward. I really liked seeing how far he’s come, you know? Makes me hope that I’ll be able to do the same, instead of falling behind.” Usopp says, and sighs as he leans back against the couch.

“If you’ll let me be honest for a moment, Usopp, I think you’ve already gone far beyond what you once were. You’ve done many things for us, and for yourself.” Robin replies, and smiles softly as she watches him. “So, try not to get too hung up on your weaknesses. You have strengths as well, some that the rest of us lack.”

“... You sure about that?” Usopp asks, before he can stop himself.

“Yes, I’m sure. You are needed, that’s why you’re here. That’s why we’re all here, with him.” Robin answers, closing her eyes briefly before looking at him again.

“... You’re right about that. Without us, God knows he’d never get anywhere.” Usopp replies, snorting a little before getting up. “Thanks, Robin.”

“You’re welcome. Do come back if you want to talk some more about that book.” Robin says, and opens her new catch to start reading.

“I will, after I’ve done some trimming.” Usopp replies, and starts to leave the library. Though, he pauses in the doorway, and turns around.

“Beware the doodle on page 44, that’s Luffy’s doing.” he says, and then closes the door.

Robin blinks, and flips to the described page to find a small doodle in the margin. It’s of a strange clock with a face, but the style is unmistakably Luffy’s.

“... I’ll see if I can find the answer to this mystery in the preceding pages, then.”

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“Franky, what the fuck is that?” Zoro asks, staring at the odd contraption that Franky is currently holding in one of his gigantic metal hands.

“A Super automatic blade sharpener, of course!” Franky replies, beaming with pride as he puts it down in front of Zoro. “Both Sanji-bro and Brook-bro didn’t want to let me test it, so I’m getting kinda desperate.”

Zoro looks between Franky, the machine, and his swords once before shaking his head.

“Put that thing anywhere near my swords and I’ll cut you.” Zoro then says, completely ignoring the look of disappointment and mild heartbreak that crosses the cyborg’s face.

But, to his credit, Franky doesn’t push, and instead sighs before sitting down on the deck.

“Can I at least ask why?”

“It’s a matter of principle, for me. My swords aren’t just tools, but extensions of myself and my will. So, I have to take care of them myself, and make sure that they won’t break or chip before I reach my goal.” Zoro answers, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff. “I’m sure that your gadget works just fine, but I don’t want to risk anything.”

Franky is silent for a few moments or so, and then nods.

“Okay, I get it now. I guess it’s the same for Brook-bro and Sanji-bro, then?” he asks, blinking.

“You’ve seen how the cook is with his knives, he’s got some specific way of sharpening them without the help of a machine. Though, I don’t really know about Brook… His sword is really old, so it might not stand up to the machine very well.” Zoro says, sighing. “It’s already sharp enough for his moves, too.”

“I see… Guess I’ll have to repurpose it into something new then.” Franky muses, already running wild with various ideas now that he’s gone through the potential list of users.

“Can’t you use it for the Franky Shogun’s sword?” Zoro asks, closing his eyes as he leans back against the railing.

“It’s too small for that, but I could rebuild it so it’ll actually work! Thanks for that Super Idea, Zoro-bro!” Franky replies, and grins before getting up to his feet.

“No problem.” Zoro replies, and watches him go.

It’s not so bad to talk to the shipwright like this, though it could do without the weird gadgetry. There’s obviously some interest in putting his skills to use in ways besides repairing and upgrading the Sunny, even if that energy sometimes is put into the wrong place.

It’s admirable, at the very least.

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“Nami, can I see your hand?” Chopper asks, standing next to the sun chair that Nami usually occupied during the more warm strings of weather during their travels.

“Sure, but why do you ask?” Nami asks in response, pulling up her sunglasses before sitting up straight and offering her right hand to him.

“You do a lot of writing and drawing for your maps, right? I just want to check that you aren’t straining your hand and wrist needlessly.” Chopper answers, carefully inspecting the navigator’s hand. “Are you left or right-handed?”

“Ambidextrous, actually.” she replies, and holds out her left hand once the doctor finishes looking at her right.

“I see… Do you use them equally, or do you favor one for certain tasks?” As he speaks, he inspects the other hand as well, and maneuvers her arm and hand to see if anything seems off.

“I try to use them equally, but I mostly end up relying on the right for a lot of the finer details.” Nami answers, and waits until he’s done before pulling her hands back. “How do they look?”

“Mostly fine, but try to let them rest every now and then. Your work is important, but it shouldn’t go before your health if you can avoid it.” Chopper says, and sighs a little.

“Okay, Chopper.” Nami replies, and smiles softly as she looks at him. “Though, I think you should do the same sometimes. Both Robin and I have found you sleeping in your books, you know?”

Chopper blinks, and quickly tugs his hat down to hide his face.

“S-Sorry! I just get caught up in research, and.. Forget to do other things.” he says, quite thoroughly embarrassed at having been found like that.

“It’s okay, I just want to make sure. You’re our only doctor, after all.” Nami replies, and pats him on the head. “So, if you promise to not get so caught up in your books, I’ll promise to rest my hands more often. Got it?”

Chopper slowly lets his hat rise back up, and then nods.

“It’s a promise!”

----

There are few constants in Sanji’s life, but he knows those constants very well. The smell and taste of cigarettes, the feeling of a knife in his hands, and the ever-returning sound of Luffy asking him to make something long before anything resembling breakfast, lunch, or dinner is close.

Usually, he kicks the captain out of the kitchen without batting an eye (or dropping his cigarette), but this time, after seeing the look Luffy is giving him from across the counter, he doesn’t.

Instead, he passes over a plate of failed experiments. They could’ve become decent compost for the flowerbeds, but as it stands now, it’s better that Luffy eats.

Call it an unfounded fear, but he really, truly doesn’t want to see Luffy emaciated again. Not in the way he was when he found him during the worst day of his life.

Sanji takes a drag of his cigarette to stave off those thoughts, and shakes his head a little before he feels a pair of rubber arms wrap all around him, and the weight of Luffy being thrown into his back.

“I’m gonna need you to go back to sitting on the other side of the counter, before I throw you out.” Sanji says, but nonetheless returns to his chopping. His arms are still free enough to do that, which is a surprise.

“Nah, I’m comfy like this. And I get to watch what you do up close, so it’s all good!” Luffy replies, and Sanji can practically hear his grin.

The cook rolls his eyes, and then swiftly whacks one wandering rubber hand away from the waiting pieces of bacon.

“Did you think I wasn’t going to notice that?” he asks, putting out the cigarette in an ashtray as he speaks.

“I’m hungry!” is Luffy’s only answer to that, and there his hand goes a-wandering again towards the bowl of bacon, leaving Sanji with half a mind to tie the rubber man’s fingers together in knots.

“You literally ate five seconds ago!” Sanji retorts, but nonetheless passes him a piece of carrot over his shoulder.

“Yeah, but that wasn’t enough!” Luffy replies, still clinging to the cook like a stubborn rubbery koala.

Sanji’s only response to that is a sigh, and he shakes his head again before finishing up the remaining preparations. It’s not easy to maneuver around the kitchen with Luffy hanging off of him, but he manages.

And, after a while, Luffy is surprisingly quiet as he watches Sanji cook.

Then, he speaks up.

“You know, Sanji.. I’m really happy that you’re back.” With those words, Luffy rests his head on Sanji’s shoulder, perfectly content.

“You’ve said that.” Sanji replies, biting his tongue for a moment as he stares down at the frying pan.

“Yeah, but it’s still true. You’re my cook, and your food is the best food I’ve ever, ever tasted. So, I’m happy that you’re here.” Luffy says, and grins against his shoulder.

Then, he untangles his arms from around Sanji and heads out of the kitchen, as if those words hadn’t just left the cook speechless.

“... What the hell am I supposed to say to that?” Sanji asks the silence left behind, but he still smiles as he returns to his life’s work.

He wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than here, on this ship, and with the people that he loves.

---

The Strawhat Pirates are known for being ferocious and protective of their members, with the captain himself being the very first to throw himself into battle for their sakes.

But, this is born from love, a love that clearly ties them all together, even during the days where the waters are calm.

They’ll all find opportunities to simply be, and come to new insights regarding habits and all of their little quirks.

And even with all of their differences in dreams, physique, talents, and skills, they’re all still a whole.

One might even say that they’re family.

#onepiecesecretsanta2018 #strawhat pirates #op #one piece #hope these little scenes will bring some joy during the holidays

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