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deadsnothere · 9 months

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Gunslinger Girl!

Synopsis - After getting a call from Garp, Alias made her way to the Baratie for a nice bite to eat and a long needed reunion.

Part 2

WARNINGS!! - READER HAS A NAME!!

Request - no, not taking them sorry.

Word count - 2.8k

Speak Ali! - Both parts together make 5,340 words, this Fic has literally taken up my brain.

Monkey D. Luffy.

Garp was a cheeky bastard.

I, Alias Foreman, Swore to be on Monkey D. Luffy's pirate crew when we both turned sixteen and fled to the sea together. I had a dream of becoming one of the most versatile people known to man. I want to learn as much as I can, to cook, to clean, to navigate boats and ships, anything you can teach me I will try my hardest to understand and learn. Now I'm not saying that I want to be the best at everything, there will always be people better. But I want to at least understand the basics of as much as possible. But for all of my life I've been known as a Gunslinger.

I'm ‘The Cheshire Cat’. Cool name with a stupid job. I hate being a Warlord of the Sea, it's the stupidest job on this side of the east blue, and they wouldn't even give me a proper crew. Just a few bumbling idiots who don't know what being a pirate really means.

Luffy always understood what being a pirate meant. I remember watching Garp train him day in and day out. Parts of me understand why Garp was so hard on him, I mean people say he takes after Gold Roger. Imagine your grandson taking after someone you helped execute. I don't think I'd be fond of it either. I’ve never thought Garp nor Luffy were wrong for what they want but, I think one knows what he's doing and the other doesn't.

It's always quite bothersome when halfway through my delicious dinner, I get interrupted by a soggy mean fishman running in here and trying to take my table for dinner. If he had waited a few minutes I would've gladly given it up, I just wanted to finish my meal. But the inpatient idiot just had to have it now.

“I'm afraid there are no more tables.” Arlong and two of his crew members were walking down the stairs of the Baratie. They’re bodies are still wet and leaving water as they walk, which is just plain disrespectful. “I see a bunch of tables.” I couldn't help but roll my eyes, to think I would have a peaceful dinner, just hopeful dreaming. People started to whisper and get up from their tables but I stayed in my seat, intending to finish the nice meal served to me. Plus it's not as if they got far, Arlong was yelling at them as soon as he got to the middle of the staircase. “Sit down!” he yelled in his degrading, chalkboard scratching voice. I continued to cut my steak in pieces to eat, they over cooked it a bit but a fine job was done anyways. Seasoned almost perfectly. A little too much oregano, but I'm just too picky with my food. Arlong went around as if he owned the place. “No one leaves.”

He looked at me with malice in his smile. “Except you.” His webbed hand went to grab the collar of my shirt but I stopped it with my own, barely even looking back. “I only have a bite or two left, I'll give it up when I'm done.” I took another drink from my wine and let go of his hand, continuing on with my meal. I could tell it pissed him off from the way he growled close to my ear. A stupid amount of spit landing on my dinner plate and shoulder. I shivered in disgust and stood up from my table. “You know what- take it.” I grabbed my plate and wine and stood up, leaving the small round table for the fishmen to sit at. I felt bad not eating the steak so I got a to-go box from the reservations desk and put it in there to give to someone later. Deciding that maybe i'll get a nice drink from the bar instead.

I was a wine kind of gal so I got a nice glass of Merlot, it was tasty. Had lots of flavor, some of which I enjoyed and some I didn't. I was enjoying the peace. I always knew it wouldn't last long but god was i sad when it was over. “Which one of you is Arlong?” Oh shit. I knew his voice anywhere, the voice I was sent for by his grandfather, the voice of a new age. I got a refill on my wine, and bought the whole bottle while I was at it, due to the lingering feeling that this wasn't going to look pretty.

When I got back into the restaurant I decided to just rest a little under the staircase, hidden by the shadows hopefully. Seeing Luffy again made me nervous. Something about it..something about how he’d be even a little bit different. When I assessed the situation in front of me it confused me a bit. I could hear that Arlong was yelling from the bar but he's an idiot so I tuned it out and tried to enjoy the bit of ‘quiet’ I had. Arlong has an older gentleman by his shirt collar, while Luffy was halfway down the main staircase. He had two men behind him, one named Usopp the other Sanji. I heard about them both, one from a customer here and the other, from a bartender. “So this is the pirate I've heard so much about.” Arlong was starting to circle around some of the tables, pacing I guess. “You know, I was expecting someone… bigger.”

Sounds like my cue. I came out of the shady area setting the wine glass and bottle on the table and grabbing a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from a pocket in my shorts, picking the lucky one and placing it in my mouth delicately. “Tell me about it..I've had someone in my ear all day. ‘Find that dumbass.’ I have a headache at this point.” I laughed and leant on the chair. Luffy looks away from Arlong for a millisecond, to look at me but I don't think it registered in his brain. He couldn't have forgotten me. Luffy spoke, in his normal, nonchalant, Luffy way. “So was I.” I was puffing from my cigarette as I laughed. The snicker making smoke pour out of my nose. That got Luffy's attention. His head snapped to look at me, his eyes didn’t leave me, it looked like he was inspecting every part of my body. Probably looking for the one sign it was me. The small skull shaped scar just above my left knee. I wore shorts today just so he would see it.

His eyes were as wide as the plates they were using to serve that delicious soup I had for an appetizer. “ALIAS?!-” internally I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Externally, all I could do was smile. Luffy had a bright smile on his cheeks and I couldn't help but smile back. It was a smile I yearned for, for so long. I knew with even a bit of it, I was going to be addicted again.

I could see how excited luffy was that I was here (which made me VERY happy), but Arlong being himself did not like that attention wasn't on him for those few seconds so he cleared his throat obnoxiously. “Do you know who I am, boy?” Luffy's attention went to him but came right back when I spoke up. “Arlong the Saw.” There was a moment of silence, I taped the ash away from my cigarette into an empty glass off the table of people in front of me, and took another drag from it. “And just who are you-” - “I’m The Cheshire Cat.” I undid two of the buttons on my button up shirt with one hand, letting my collar fall back to show off the cat like scratches that laid on my collar bone (If those cats were lions that scratched almost all the way down my torso and arm). I did a stupid little bow. A few people reacted but I enjoyed the way Luffy looked so wowed. Arlongs eyes widened but they just went right back to a dumb smug smile. “You, Arlong, go for 20 million berrys.” I took another drag, exhaling calmly. “Which is impressive for the east blue but..Not so much other places.” He laughed from his chest, his friends going along with it. “What does the sell out have to say about it?” I sighed softly.

A part of me wished I was a sell out, instead of a kidnapped child forced to do the government's dirty work. The other part knew I would never do that, knew I would never betray my own crew like that. “Oh nothing honestly, I don't care about you.” I looked over to Luffy who still had a smile on his face. When we made eye contact he started to beam. I've only visited him once since I became a warlord, it makes me happy to see him so full of joy just from a moment of eye contact with me. “I'm here for him.” Luffy's hands started to shake, it was something small he always did around me. Blurted it out one day, said when I was excited sometimes I gave him a look, a glint in my eye that made him so happy his entire body shook. It was the sweetest thing he’d ever said to me. Arlong growled once again, leaving spit in someone's food. Those poor people.

He was circling the tables to get to me, circling around me slowly as if I was fish bait he was waiting to snap on. “Well I was here first.” I thought about correcting him, telling him that I was in fact here first. But Luffy interrupted the thought anyway. “How’d you find me anyway?” Luffy sounded completely confident in himself, Arlong just let out another horrid chuckle and made his way back to where he originally stood. “Old friend helped me track you down.” At first Luffy looked over to me, but I was drinking a sip of wine, just listening to what was happening in front of me. Arlong clicked his tongue and one of the other fish men grabbed the clown pirate's head out of a bag. “Heya, Straw hat. Did you miss me?” Luffy looked extremely confused, Sanji looked exhausted and Usopp looked terrified. “Burpy?” The name he called him almost made me spit out my wine from laughter (Which made Luffy happy, I could tell because he glanced at me. Even just for a second.) “What are you doing here?”

The fact that there was only a clown head confused and disturbed me, but I looked past it. “Believe me, it wasn't my first choice either.” He looked a bit nervous as he spoke. “But these fine fishy folk persuaded me to point them in the right direction, which ain't easy when you don't have any hands!” The joke made me raise my eyebrows and laugh a bit, it was funny i'll give him that. But Luffy still looked confused. “How’d you even know where to find me?” Suddenly the clown had the most serious expression I've ever seen him in. “I told you, I've got eyes and ears everywhere.” I noticed an ear start to climb out of the red band of Luffys hat. It was quite strange. The ear went back to the clown and popped right back in place, laughing. Luffy took the hat off his head inspecting it, while the two men behind him shared a look. “Stereo!” Luffy looked shocked. “You were listening all along? You heard everything?” The clown was quite happy. “Everything! and that old quick. 'Cause you shi-diots have no idea what you're doing.” The mashup word made me giggle a bit, it sounded so stupid, but it was kinda funny. (But luffy frowned a bit when he saw I laughed so i stopped as quick as i started).

The clown's head jumped towards the fishman with the huge lips. “Hey lips? How about a scratch behind the old ear, huh?” That made me roll my eyes, he was stupid enough to ask his captors that? The fishmen put him back in the bag. Buggy complaining about how sandy and wet it was.

“Listen here. I want my map.” It was so stupid. Watching them fight over the map to the entrance to the grand line, I understand why Luffy wanted it, but Arlong has a giant crew of thieves who could easily take it from another marine base. “Along with half of whatever you plunder as tribute.” Tribute? for getting a map, does he want tribute for his own existence now? “And if you bow down to me, I might even let you serve in my kingdom.” Stupid men. All of them were the same. Well not all, but most were extremely similar. “I don't bow down to any man.” Luffy stood tall, his head held up high as usual. That's my boy. “I'm no man.” Luffy continued. “Or fish.” That made Arlong growl and made me laugh. “And you’re no king.” There was a certain feeling in the air, the aggression that at any moment, one or the other would attack. Everyone was on high alert, my wine made that hard. It was just so delicate. Hard to enjoy in this environment but perfect in others.

“I will be, when I get my grand line map.” Luffy just smiled, which was a little bit attractive. “Then” He placed his hat back on his head. “You’re gonna have to fight me for it.” I take the attractive comment back, he's stupid. “Then let the fighting begin.” A bullet bounced off the fishmans skin. My hands almost drew closer to my own guns but instead I decided to pour another glass of wine. The old man that cooked my food was standing with a gun in his hand, the trigger pulled in his fingers clutches.

The thing about fishmen (I had learned the hard way) is that regular bullets don't affect them. I have very special bullets, made from some weird unmeltable ice, something about them coming from a town inside the grand line called drum town, from the deepest parts of frozen lakes. They're so sharp they even pierce fishman skin but don't go as deep as I would like.

Arlong turned to the old man, one of his crew members kicking him away and down before punching him into a pillar. Sanji called out his name and ran over, jumping on the table and kicking the fishman in the face. Which just pissed him off more. He got a few good kicks to the face and arms, even the legs but Luffy distracted him. “Really good fighter.” By the time he went to do a quite nice spinning kick to the face again, he caught his foot in his arm. I reached for both guns in my holsters, Checking that they had the correct bullets and shot multiple rounds from Alice, all of them making a trail up his arm and letting Sanji get away. The fishman looked back at me, anger and confusion in his eyes. “These bullets are made of ice, so sharp they even pierce fishman skin. I got them specially made.” There was a delicate smile on my lips, blowing the smoke out of my mouth and away from my guns. Normally i wouldn't touch these but i had a feeling about bringing them today, i'm glad i did. they may be expensive but Luffy was worth it anyways.

Everything was happening so quickly, Luffy's gum gum pistol, Arlong grabbing and pulling him closer. “Uh-” I could tell there was panic in his voice, but I couldn't tell if helping would really be helping at all. He was thrown at a pillar, landing on the floor with a thud. “Get up!” Arlong yelled, if i was him i would've stayed on the floor in spite, but he got up regardless. He kept stretching his arms three punches, one to each shoulder and one to the face. “Not bad for a human.”

I lifted my pistol to shoot Arlong but luffy put his hand up, his middle and ring finger were intertwined and the other three fingers touched. That was our sign when we were kids to stay out of it. It was our secret signal, not even Ace or Sabo or Dadan knew what it meant. I lowered my pistol, spinning it and putting it back in its holster. I grabbed the wine bottle taking a nice big gulp. Glad i’d gotten the entire bottle because this in fact, was not going to be pretty.

Part 2!!

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layla4567 · 6 months

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The Medical

Summary: An incident causes you to have to take care of an injured Sanji.

Warnings: Mention of blood and wounds of course, sword fights, not proofread

Pairing: Sanji!opla x Fem!reader

Wc: 3k

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You could say that it all started when Luffy was the first to get hurt. Days before he had been kidnapped by Arlong and gagged and tied. When they rescued him, Luffy was unconscious due to a blow to the head, and you noticed with horror that he was bleeding slightly on the back, staining his dark curls.

"My God Luffy!! What the hell happened?!"-You shouted as Nami, Zoro and Sanji held him by the legs and arms to take him to his room.

You ran to them so you could heal him. You were in charge of being the "nurse" of the crew. You were not an expert but your intensive care and your desire to help always worked miracles. Despite the few nursing things that were on the ship and your little knowledge, your kindness and maternal affection seemed to be enough when it came to treating wounds.

They gently placed the boy in his hammock, resting his head on a pillow. You approached, worried, rolling up your shirt sleeves, ready to cure him.

"You need something? Do you want us to help you?"-Sanji asked

"No, I want everyone to leave now."

Your authoritarian tone brooked no reply. They knew you were firm when it came to doing your job as a nurse and needed to work alone and quietly. The three nodded silently and left, Zoro being the last to close the door. You turned to see Luffy who was still unconscious and got to work. Gently lifting his head to see the wound better, you brushed away strands of hair until you found it. Luckily it wasn't that big, you carefully disinfected it and put a patch on it so the wound could close.

After a few long minutes the brown boy slowly opened his eyes and woke up. With a grimace of pain he looked at you confused and you gave him a comforting smile, resting your hand on his wrist and caressing the back of his hand.

"Ugh my head... what happened?"

"You received a blow to the head but don't worry, I've already bandaged you up. Now you have to rest for a few days, okay?"

Luffy tried to smile but he still felt like his head was throbbing. Nami, Zoro and Sanji entered the room to see how their captain was doing. They were happy to know that he had finally woken up. Days passed like that and you stayed close to Luffy the whole time so that he wouldn't get bored. For a boy as hyperactive as him, staying in bed resting was a nightmare. He wanted to go sailing and have adventures, but you were firm and convinced him to stay in his hammock.

You went to great lengths to entertain him and provide relief. You read to him, you told him stories from your childhood, you held his hand and drew small circles with your thumb on his arm to calm him down. And little by little all your efforts paid off because Luffy was recovering. Sanji was in charge of feeding Luffy with foods that have protein and fiber to give him energy.

Knock Knock

The cook opened the door entering with a tray of mixed salad with pieces of chicken. Seeing the food, Luffy jumped up in his hammock and licked his lips hungrily. You laughed, shaking your head, and stood up to grab the tray of food.

"Thank you Sanji, you are a charm"-you said smiling

Sanji felt his heart begin to pump more blood upon hearing your sweet words but he simply smiled at you again.

"My pleasure, darling"

You left the tray to Luffy who had already started stretching his arms and flexing his fingers repeatedly as if he were a baby trying to reach his favorite toy and you left the room along with the cook. Sanji had work to do so he returned to the kitchen to continue preparing the next dishes of the day. You sat on a stool sighing tired but satisfied with your work and relieved that Luffy is feeling better. Sanji was cutting carrots when with a small laugh he said

"I'm glad that our captain is better but I almost get jealous seeing that he received so much care"

You rested your elbow on the table and your chin on your hand, looking at him funny. Was he implying that he wanted you to take care of him? You hoped he wouldn't do anything stupid and get hurt on purpose so he could spend more time with you and your miraculous hands.

"I take care of people that's my job Sanji…"

He smiling focused on continuing cutting the vegetables, but you quickly added

"But I take care of each one differently.. if that's what you wanted to know"

You smiled tenderly and mockingly, leaving him speechless. Then he laughed again and smiled at you, biting his lip slightly as he watched you walk away from the kitchen to go to the deck.

WEEKS LATER

And this brings us to today. Days after Luffy's accident he had recovered wonderfully thanks to you. You, Zoro and Sanji had decided to go on a mission together to stop Arlong and his minions, a little revenge for Luffy. The straw hat captain along with Nami tried to stop the fishman and distract him away from where the three of you were. Unfortunately, Arlong's minions were too many and they had you surrounded.

You and Zoro were dedicated to slashing with sabers while Sanji was very good at delivering kicks like a karate fighter. Each dodge was followed by a thrust from you and Zoro also helped you by staying close to you, back to back. Although the cook knew how to defend himself, he did not have any weapon and every now and then you would cast worried glances at where he was to confirm that he was okay. Zoro noticed that your movements were becoming sloppy.

"Y/n focus!"-He said while with a quick movement he cut the torso of an enemy near you.

You growled softly and forced yourself to be more attentive to your surroundings, briefly neglecting your blonde companion. There were already several enemies fallen and there were not many left to take down when a scream froze your blood and made you turn to see where it came from. A fishman had wounded Sanji with his sword near his waist.

"SANJI!!"

You broke away from Zoro and ran towards the blonde boy who was holding his left side as he knelt on one leg with a contorted grimace. You crouched close to him feeling like your world was falling apart and looked closer at the wound. He had a cut on the left side of his waist and was bleeding, soaking his clothes. You swallowed your panic and grabbed Sanji's arm, putting it around your shoulders to lift him up and stabilize him.

"Zoro come help me please!!"-you begged in anguish

He sighed as he stabbed his sword into an enemy to let him fall into the sand. He ran towards you as Sanji growled under his breath. With your help Zoro put the cook's other arm over his shoulders and together they helped him walk. Unfortunately the three of them were on a kind of round rock in the water and had to follow a path of separate platforms to get out of there. So with a lot of effort they had to help him jump.

"Come on Sanji you can do it"

You encouraged him as you grabbed his wrist and held your other hand on his back. Each rock became more difficult and on one Sanji was about to fall to his knees but you caught him just in time.

"I got you"

When you reached dry land, you detached yourself slightly from him and took off his jacket so you could temporarily bandage the wound.

"Dear.. that's not necessary"-He said with a grimace as he held his wound.

"For god sakes Sanji you are bleeding, I think it is necessary"

You took off the scarf that you had on your hip as a belt and wrapped it around his waist, tightening a little so as not to cause hemorrhage and stop the bleeding. As Sanji squeezed the handkerchief he let out a grunt. They soon arrived back at the ship while Nami and Luffy followed them after noticing the cook's condition and having explained to them what happened. Sanji still had an arm on your shoulders so he could walk better.

"Where are you taking him?"-Zoro asked

"To my quarter, now"

You didn't want to waste time, you knew that in your room you would have everything you needed to cure him. This time the wound was more serious and you needed many things to disinfect it. When you got to your room with the others following you, you placed Sanji on your bed, taking care not to touch the wound. You did everything quickly and so nervously that you didn't even realize that the other crew members were with you.

"Let's go, let's leave them alone, c'mon"

Nami pushed Luffy and Zoro towards the door as you thanked her with a nod. When you were both alone, you went to look for a first aid kit and a bucket with water and a clean cloth, your hands were shaking slightly and you were so nervous that you looked like a hummingbird flying frantically from here to there. God you had to act quickly or the wound could get infected and you didn't want that, you couldn't even think about what would happen if you couldn't cure him, if he didn't survive you… you. You felt a hot sting in your eyes and a lump in your throat. Sanji just looked at you realizing your affliction so when you sat on the bed to heal him he took your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"I'll be fine my missus, you are the best nurse I know"

You closed your eyes, lowering your head and laughing softly, no matter how mortally wounded Sanji was, he would always find a way to continue flirting with you. While he was lying down, you removed the scarf from his waist that had gotten stained and you noticed that his shirt was also red on that side. You raised it a little to see the cut and let out a gasp. It wasn't that deep but it was quite big. You grabbed a damp cloth and began to clean the wound and put pressure on it. Sanji grunted again in pain as he felt the pressure of the cloth.

"I'm sorry"

"Don't apologize darling, I know you're being as delicate as possible, as always."

Damn it. His words tickled your stomach as he looked at you with his blue puppy eyes. You avoided looking at him and continued cleaning the wound. The chef in love studied your face as if you were an indecipherable manuscript. He concentrated on your eyelashes, your cheekbones, your lips. Then he looked at your soft hands working his wound and how your fingers lovingly avoided touching the cut.

"You know, despite everything I feel satisfied to finally be able to be part of your magical care, sweetherart"

You laughed, feeling your cheeks turn pink. If he kept calling you cute nicknames in less than 5 seconds you would rush in to kiss him. But you held back and finished cleaning up the traces of blood. You were going to put disinfectant on him when you realized that you couldn't work with his shirt closed and rolled up.

"Sanji…uh"

"Yes? What do you need?"

"I n-need you to open your shirt"-you said in one breath, embarrassed.

He saw you nervous and just smiled "Oh, sure"

The blonde boy quickly unbuttoned from the bottom up, exposing his bare chest. You didn't want to look like a pervert but your eyes quickly strayed to his pecs and abs that were well defined. You blushed and quickly looked at his wound, trying not to see him, Sanji chuckled, amused by your embarrassment. You grabbed a cotton pad with disinfectant and placed a hand on his abdomen to better look at the cut and place the cotton pad properly. When you did that, Sanji gasped, feeling the heat of your fingers near his navel. You mumbled an apology but he let you continue, despite the heat coming from your hand he felt a chill run down his spine.

"Alright I'm almost done, now I have to bandage you. Could you sit down for a few seconds?"

He nodded and slowly sat on the bed next to you, taking care of his movements so as not to awaken a wave of pain on his side, you helped him by keeping a hand on his back. You also told him to take off his shirt so you could bandage him better. Why would you have told him? When he took off his striped shirt you got a better look at his defined torso and broad back. If before your cheeks were rosy, now your whole face was the color of rubies when they shine in the sun. Good heavens, you couldn't take your eyes off his body, his muscles were always hidden, capriciously imprisoned in that striped shirt he always wore and now you could finally see them in all their splendor, free. You were tempted to run your fingers over his skin and caress it but that would have been too much for you and him. Sanji knew you were looking at him and smiled flirtatiously.

"So? Will you finish bandaging me now, miss Y/n?"

You looked into his eyes with enormous surprise, feeling caught red-handed and you shook your head to get rid of the dirty thoughts that had invaded you a while ago. With trembling fingers and your face still red you hurried to wrap the gauze around his narrow waist. You pretended to be calm even though inside you were dying of nerves and certainly having Sanji's eyes boring into you didn't help. Despite the speed you tried to be gentle and considerate with him. When you finished, you jumped up, moving away from him as if he were a hot arm and you sighed in relief, the worst had already happened.

"Thank you very much lovely nurse"

You smiled shyly. Sanji was about to put his shirt back on when you stopped him.

"Wait, your shirt is stained!"-you exclaimed

He seemed to realize it at that moment and looked at the stain. He was going to reply that it wasn't a big deal when you quickly exclaimed again.

"Stay here, I'll bring you a new one."

You trotted towards his room and felt strange when you entered it. It was the first time you were in his room and it was something…so intimate. You felt a chill remembering that he was also in your room now. You quickly grabbed a random white shirt and went back to where he was. He was waiting for you sitting smiling, you gave him the shirt and he stood up to put it on. This time you looked away and covered your eyes to give him privacy. Sanji looked at you and laughed happily, you were standing in front of him and you covered your eyes with your hands as if you were going to play hide and seek, he thought it was cute.

"Ok you can look now"

You slowly uncovered one eye and then the other, how could it be possible that he always looked good in shirts? Sanji threatened to head towards the door but you stopped him by putting your hands on his chest, he looked at you surprised.

"Ah, ah, ah, nothing like that. You will stay here until you recover, like I did with Luffy."

"B-but the food…"

"Don't worry about that, we'll take care of it."

You laid Sanji back on the bed and gave him a kiss on the forehead, brushing away his blonde bangs as you left your room.

"How is he?"-Nami asked you that same afternoon while they were in the kitchen.

"Better, but his wound will take a while to heal."

"And who will make the food?"

"We will, who else but?"

A muffled, mocking laugh was heard near you. Zoro was sitting on a stool drinking.

"What a good joke Y/n, you should be a comedian."

"I'm serious Zoro"

"But how do you expect us to cook something? We don't even know how to boil water"-Nami said

"Well, we'll learn how, we'll have to do it, I have to bring Sanji lunch…and the rest of us have to eat too, of course."

Zoro rolled his eyes.

"Fine, why don't we prepare something simple like pasta?"

"Good luck trying to boil water"

Nami hit Zoro in the back of the head.

"Well instead of complaining why don't you help come up with ideas?"

"Don't pay attention to him, pasta is fine"-Nami said smiling at you and placing her hand on your shoulder.

You looked all over the cupboard for packets of noodles but oh surprise! There was nothing left…

"Great, I better go before we starve to death"

Zoro snorted and turned away from there. You sighed in frustration as Nami stayed with you for whatever. Suddenly you remembered that your mother used to prepare a very good risotto for you when you were a child, you used to watch her cook your favorite dish and because you insisted so much she taught you how to cook it. You weren't as good as your mother at cooking but you did it carelessly. You grabbed a package of rice and the other ingredients and with Nami's help you managed to finish a quite edible risotto.

After serving the straw hats' dishes you went with a plate to your room where Sanji was. You found him lying down flipping through a book of yours. When he saw you come in with the food he smiled widely.

"I hope you didn't have any problems cooking."

"Let's say we manage not to burn down the kitchen…and the entire ship"

Sanji laughed warmly and then looked at the risotto you had prepared. He closed his eyes breathing in the delicious aroma and could feel his mouth watering.

"Is that.. what I think it is?"

"Yes sir, an old recipe from my mother. She used to prepare it for me every time I asked her"

Without thinking it twice, Sanji grabbed the plate and put a slice of rice in his mouth. You anxiously hoped that he would like it and that it wouldn't taste horrible. When he swallowed the bite, the blonde boy opened his eyes and looked at you in surprise. Oh no, he didn't like it you thought.

"Sanji I..-"

“Y/n this is really good!”

Wait, what?

"I didn't know you also had cooking skills."

"Do you really think it's delicious?"

"Of course I do! Why would I lie to you?"

You sighed in relief and smiled until your eyes narrowed. After eating you stayed with him chatting, you caressed his hair and cheek and he melted with your touch, sighing with happiness. Sometimes you would sing to him to entertain him or put him to sleep and then kiss him on the cheek or forehead. The days passed and he recovered more and more, he could even stand up and walk around the ship, but secretly sometimes he continued sleeping in your room just so he could be close to your presence.

"That story was beautiful, sweetie."

"I'm glad you liked it, good night Sanji"

You smiled as he closed his eyes and settled into the sheets. You were sitting near him, you liked to watch him sleep, not in a creepy way but he looked so peaceful like an angel. You got up and walked over to see him closer. Her eyelashes caressed the top of her cheeks, her soft skin shone with the moonlight, her thin lips seemed more rosy and velvety. Without being able to help it, you kissed her lips softly as if they were going to break, it seemed like you wanted to wake up the sleeping beauty. You moved a few centimeters away from his face and noticed his corners curl into a smile. Horrified, you covered your mouth and Sanji opened his eyes slightly, laughing softly.

"Sorry, I thought you were sleeping!!"

Sanji pulled you back to him laughing.

"There's no need to worry sweetheart, I know I'm irresistible"

You were about to protest but he gently pushed you towards your bed so that you lay next to him causing you to gasp slightly. You decided not to resist, a part of you wanted this anyway. The cook caressed your cheek with his thumb, his face close to yours.

"I never thanked you for saving my life. Thank you really Y/n"

"Oh don't exaggerate, it's the least I could do for you. I like to take care of you"

You could swear that despite the darkness, Sanji's face turned slightly reddish. You kissed his nose and laid on his chest. Now he was the one who felt butterflies in his stomach. Stroking your back and with his chin on your head you both fell asleep deeply.

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oh man i just love writing one character bandaging/healing the other's wounds. chef's kiss

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calypsocolada · 10 months

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COOK | v. sanji

(click here for part two!!!)

synopsis: you're half dead when a cook finds and feeds you. authors note: i had to. i started one peice a little over a month ago and i fall in love easy. this is kind of a rewrite of the baratie arc :) cw: lots of ANGST, near death, dehydration/starvation, blood, gore, violence wc: 5.3k (phew)

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The ocean had never looked more daunting in the entirety of sailing it until now. The boat rocked beneath you, your body moving weakly with each wave that smashed against the side. You're not sure how long you’d been floating through the open sea, you’d lost count of the days. Your body no longer felt like it belonged to you, you didn’t have enough strength to lift your hand to shield the baring sun from your eyes. You stared at a point far off in the ocean. The same point you'd been staring at for days, or was, everything around you looked the same. Under the sun you felt yourself cooking but you let it happen, not like there was anywhere to shield yourself on this small paddle boat. You moved your fingers, feeling the scratches in the wood you had made, you’d tallied everyday you’d been lost out here. You stopped counting after seventeen. Slowly your eyes fell closed. A gentle wind picked up, your hair blowing against your face, you didn’t move it. A sharp wave hit the side of the boat, jerking you to the floor and you let yourself fall, cheek pressing into the wood of the bottom. Through the wood you could hear the calming waves. It was the only thing calming about this entire situation. You had been running away from someone, running straight to death.

You were gonna die out here, you’d been resigned to that for the past two days. No one would care that you were gone, the crew probably didn’t even notice you were gone. Your father, his spiteful words being the reason you set sail, would certainly not care if you died. He constantly reminded you that you’d probably be better use to him dead. Something welled in your eyes. Crying? Out here in the open sea where you ran out of fresh water a few days ago. No, that would be wasteful. Just as soon as the tears formed they were dried up and you wondered if you’d imagined it. You let your eyes wander closed one last time, you felt it, the claws of death, it was strange. Like a cold embrace to your heated skin. You let it envelope you, let your heart slow and your breathing dissipate. It wouldn't be so bad. Everything would stop hurting.

“Uhm, excuse me miss, are you alright?” A voice? No it was certainly in your mind.

“I don’t think she’s alright, Luffy, I think she’s dead.” Another voice chimed in, the claws of death had you, you couldn’t open your eyes. You felt your boat shift as though someone jumped onto it, it rocked violently for a second as someone laughed.

“Don’t tip it!” A girl hissed. You heard her but she sounded far away, or far above you you couldn’t tell.

“Miss?” The voice in your boat asked, so close they almost sounded real. You felt a soft hand push you slightly onto your back.

“Luffy,” A man’s voice admonished. “She’s dead.”

“She’s still breathing, I think she’s dehydrated.” You’re scooped up into skinny arms and heaved off the wooden floor. For a moment you feel like your floating.

Suddenly you’re tossed over the fills the air around you as your eyes shoot open. You struggle in vain against the rough tide pulling you under, a scream escaping your lips, only bubbles forming. The water had wrapped around you, like that cold embrace from before, it grabbed your body and pulled you deeper and deeper. You forced your eyes shut. You heard the distant plunge of someone diving in after you. You feel strong arms wrap around you, gently yanking you up to the surface and onto the wooden floor. Your coughing and sputtering, spitting up water as you crack your eyes back open, bright sun beaming down.

“Idiot!” A man to your left growled.

“I thought the water would help!” The boy who had thrown you (you guessed) ran over, his hand gently patting your back as you tried to recover. You heard a sharp smack and the boy yelped. Warmer hands rubbed small circles into your back, as you tried in vain to catch your breath.

“She’s not a fish, chore boy!” The man beside you hissed, keeping his voice low. You raised your hand weakly to shield the sun from your eyes.

There were three people standing around you, and one kneeling directly at your side. A man with green hair and three swords, a girl with red hair and bright clothes, and a boy with a wide smile and a straw hat. You looked at them puzzled, finally catching your breath. You turned slightly to look at the man who saved you. He was lanky, all long legs. He was in a nice suit and tie, which was drenched, strange for someone out at sea to wear. He had shaggy blond hair, the wet strands sticking to his forehead and a serious look on his face.

That was until he saw you looking at him. Suddenly a smile as bright as the sun fitted to his lips.

“Are you alright?” He asked in a voice just meant for you to hear. You must’ve been dead already, you tried to talk but your throat was dry and scratchy and as the adrenaline wore off you slumped.

“Oh my god, she died!” The boy in the straw hat gasped, you heard another sharp smack.

“Shut up, idiot, she just needs some food and water.” The girl said. You felt the man beside you scoop you up into his arms and you tried to protest, you weren’t some princess in need of saving, but you were still in need of saving and had no strength in your body to protest. So you let him carry you pff somewhere, you weren’t really sure where you even were in the first place and if you really were really alive.

If you were in your right mind you would’ve cut this mans hands off by now, not because he was being inappropriate (which he wasn’t) but because you didn’t like to be touched.

He sat you down, carefully helped you hold a cup of water to down and wiped your chin when you coughed some of it up. You opened your eyes, scanning your surroundings. You were in a kitchen, bright and airy, pans and stoves. A kitchen? Weren't you just in the middle of the sea? He’d propped you up against a wall and left another cup of water near you as he cooked. You could really see him now. He was tall, so tall he ducked under some pans that hung low. He looked like a businessman, definitely not some cook. You reached and pulled the cup of water to your lips and he turned at your movement.

“Feeling a bit better?” He asks caringly. You don’t talk to him, you just downed the cup then slump sideways. He’s there in mere seconds to catch you before you fall to the ground. “Shit, sorry, should’ve laid you down somewhere.” He gently helped you sit back up and leaned you back against the wall.

“Sanji!” A voice fumed from the door. It startled you both. The man, Sanji, in front of you straightened. “Do you know who that is?” You looked over to who was speaking. A large man, and when you say large you mean easily over six five, he was huge. He had aqua hair, a bandana wrapped around his head, and one of the strangest mustache/beard combos you’d ever seen. He had his large arms crossed over his even bigger chest. He looked at you with hatred in his eyes. He knew who you were, though it wasn’t like you were hiding it.

“A pretty girl on the verge of dying?” Sanji asked as the man growled like a dog. His eyes squinted as he pointed menacingly at your torn jacket.

“Idiot! I swear! She’s a Krieg pirate! Look at the patch on her jacket!” The man said as Sanji turned to you but you kept your eyes on the man. You were raised very differently from others, pushed to the edge, battered and beat and polished into something only a monster could love, but in the end the monster never loved you.

Sanji reached out, your eyes sliding to his hand. He had long tan fingers as he smoothed down the side of your jacket, revealing a skull and crossbones with two red hourglass looking things on either side. Sanji must’ve not known much about the Krieg pirates because he shrugs, walking to stir some of the food he was cooking. The large cook eyes you as he steps closer to Sanji, you slowly tilt your head at him. You weren’t afraid, you’d taken out bigger men than him.

“You’re not listening, kid-”

“Stop calling me kid,” Sanji bites, turning the heat on the stove down a bit. “I know who the Krieg pirates are but I don’t care. If I see someone dying and hungry I’m making them something to eat.” Sanji says. You look at him, really look at him. He knew where you’d come from and he didn’t care. He probably knew the moment he saved you, knew it when he took you inside this kitchen and helped you drink water. You swallowed something down, something rising in your chest. True kindness was something you knew nothing about, you’d never really been shown it before. But this, him plating something for you to eat, bringing it over to where you sat slumped, you thought that was kind. He helped you sit up, you took another drink of water before weakly grabbing the fork. It was some kind of soup, probably knowing you wouldn’t be able to keep real food down. He was kind and thoughtful.

“You’re a fool! She’s not just a Krieg pirate, there’s no other women on the whole ship.” The man exasperates, running a hand over his short hair in frustration.

“Patty, would you hush up.”

“She’s the only woman on that ship for a reason, Sanji. Tell me you at least know that.” The cook, Patty asks. You were still too weak to talk, too uncaring about anything but this delicious soup. Your hand shook as you brought the spoon to your mouth, savoring in the warmth sliding down your throat. You felt your stomach slowly stop hurting. Felt yourself regaining strength, regaining a sense of reality. You hadn’t died, realizing that now, had your eyes slowly gazing up at Sanji. He was sitting on the chair next to you, ong legs crossed at the ankles, listening to Patty as though he was talking about something highly amusing. He was handsome, blond hair and sharp lines. He placed a cigarette between his lips and lit it, taking a long puff. Patty huffed, slamming his hand down on the kitchen counter. You startled, spilling a bit of your soup. Sanji noticed and growled in anger at Patty.

“Stop banging on things!” Sanji snaps, cloth in hand as he cleans up the mess, smiling softly at you. You don’t return it, just get back to the soup, there wasn’t much left and you were still hungry. You knew you should take it slow as to not throw up but you felt ravenous.

“She’s Don Krieg’s daughter. The fierce killer, Don Krieg of the Krieg pirates. Killed probably thousands of innocents, stolen ships and money. And you're here playing house with his daughter, which by the way, most likely he’s going to come looking for.” Patty drones on, you slowly blink at him as Sanji stands to get you a bit more soup.

“No,” You say, voice scratchy from barely any use. Patty jumps as though you screamed it at him. Sanji also looks over. This was the first time you’d spoken to them.

“N-no?” Patty echoes, spooked, it almost makes you laugh.

“He’s not coming to look for me.” You murmured, reaching out to take another drink of water. Sanji sat the bowl back in front of you, sliding it into your hands.

“He’s… not?” Patty says and you forget to answer because the soup is too good. He sighs heavily as Sanji eyes you, he liked that you were enjoying his food, he didn’t care that you barely acknowledged him either. Patty dramatically flourished across the kitchen, grabbing Sanji forcefully and pulling him away from your earshot. Sanji protested the entire way but Patty was obviously much stronger. You didn’t care, you knew what Patty was going to say. You knew how it felt to be unwanted, so you drank the rest of the broth in the bowl and waited till you were alone. You could hear a little bit from the hall. Patty tried to drill into Sanji that you were dangerous, which was true. But no matter what Patty said, Sanji didn’t seem to care.

But you knew you overstayed your welcome.

So, weakly, you stood, feeling dizzy. You leaned against the table taking a staggering breath. Slowly you worked your way through the kitchen, slipping out the side door just as you heard Sanji and Patty’s voices raise. The heat barreled down on you and you felt sick to your stomach. You stumbled forwards to the railing, the sea stretching out in front of you. Your heart sped up, just looking out where you’d been stuck for so many days made you unexplainably nervous. You turned away, sliding down the railing, trying to catch a semblance of breath. The wind picked up around you as you let your head fall back against the wood, the ship rocked peacefully beneath you. The door you’d just came out of cracked open, you didn’t open your eyes at the sound.

“Hey,” Sanji’s soft voice cooed, he kneeled beside you. “There you are. Feeling okay?” He asked, his warm hands reaching out, feeling your forehead. You flinched away from his touch, opening your eyes.

“If you want to keep your hands, cook, I suggest keeping them to yourself.” You spoke sharply, sounding just like your father. Sanji pulled his hand away slowly, looking at you with a kind of reverence.

“You’re beautiful.” He swooned and you felt yourself violently flush all over. You turned away from him. You probably looked like death or at least close to it, this man must’ve been insane.

“You’re strange.” You say, into the wind, not facing him. You hear Sanji laugh and you find yourself turning to see what he looked like when he was laughing. His eyes were squinted, mouth slightly open, cheeks full. There wasn’t much laughing where you came from. It was nice to see. You stared at him, watched his adam's apple bob.

“That you may be right about.” He says and you look away when he looks back at you. “You should come back in, get out of the sun for a bit.” Sanji suggests. You shake your head.

“I should get going.” You say and feel Sanji shift beside you. For someone who just met you he cares more than all the other people in your life.

“You were on the verge of dying a little over an hour ago and you wanna set back out?”

“I’m not welcome here.”

“Yes you are.” Sanji proclaimed and you turn to him. He knew your father, knew who you were and still was asking you to stay. He was out of his mind.

"You think your cook friend Patty is the only one who knows the Krieg pirates? Once everyone else finds out-"

"They'll have to go through me. I don't care what they think."

"You don't even know me." You growl, finally turning to look him in the eyes. You leveled him with a dark glare.

"I don't, that's true but- I'll still take care of you." He says with strong conviction. You couldn't help but show your emotions on your face.

"Why?"

"Because you need me to."

"I don't need you, cook." You snap, huffing. You watch the corner of his lips quirk up slightly.

"I like that nickname but I would rather you call me Sanji." He bantered. "I just realized I never asked your name." He looks at you expectantly.

"Not important. Now, I should really get going-”

“Pirates! Krieg Pirates!" Someone yells from below the balcony. You snap your head at the voice, pushing clumsily to your feet. Blood rushed to your head, making you lose a bit of your balance. Sanji caught you, helped you stand straight as you both looked out to the sea.

Sure enough there was a ship, a familiar ship. Dark brown wood, golden yellow accents, torn sails. It looked like a ghost ship. A ship right out of your nightmares. Your too recent nightmares. You staggered backwards, right out of Sanji’s hands, slamming to the deck below you. Your heart hammered around in your ribcage. Sanji reached for you but you scooted from his hands.

“He’s here.” You breathe out, lips trembling.

“Come on, I’ll hide you.” Sanji implored but you just shook your head.

“It's too late.” You shuddered, trying and failing to get to your feet. Sanji grabs you gently, forcing you to face him, you're so frazzled that you don’t even have the time to be angry.

“It's not too late! Come with me-”

“I’m… I’m dead no matter what I do.” You say, eyes haunted. Sanji’s jaw ticks.

“I don’t care who your father is, he won’t lay a finger on you.” That sentence was enough to snap you out of your fear. You laughed, it was a bitter, surprised laugh.

“You don’t stand a chance against him, cook.” You snap. Sanji’s head cocks just slightly.

“Then hide, he’ll tire of looking for you here and leave.”

“MY LITTLE VIOLENCE!” A voice booms from the deck. Your heart falls right out of your chest. You swallow, pushing Sanji’s hands away from you. He looks at you, he was so desperate to save you, wanting nothing more than to hide you away, you could see it written on his features.

“Thank you for saving my life, Sanji.” You intoned softly, walking unsteadily towards the stairs, he catches you by the wrist.

“Don’t go, please, I can hide you.”

“COME OUT VIOLENCE, I KNOW YOU’RE HERE… I SAW THE RATTY LITTLE SHIP YOU STOLE FROM ME!” You gave Sanji a look, squeezed his hand gently then slipped down the stairs. He called out for you but you just set off.

Your father had docked his ship, bounded off the ladder and landed heavily on the deck of the Baratie where you’d been saved. It had been a little over two months since you left the Krieg pirates. That had come to an end now, they found you. Your father slammed his fist against the railing, splintering the wood. Cooks started running towards the noise, poised to defend the ship. You wouldn’t let anything happen to them, your father came here for one reason and one reason only… you.

“VI-O-LENCE!” He sounded out, laughing as a crowd formed. You descended the last step and pushed through the crowd until your eyes met your fathers. A manic gleam shone in his eyes, his lips cracking out in a large demented smile. “My girl, there she is.” He greeted, you stopped a few feet from him, the crowd hushed all around. “I’ve been scouring the sea for you.” He says, reaching for you. You froze at his touch as he brought you into his burly chest, you felt suffocated and scared. He’d never shown you a lick of affection the entirety of your life. He smoothed your hair down, holding you closer. “I don’t like losing things that belong to me.” He whispers to just you, violently tightening his hold as more of the Krieg pirates. You're so weak, still too unfit to even be standing to think about squirming out of his hold. He turns, bringing you with him. You watch as Sanji bobs and weaves through the crowd of people, eyes searching for you.

“Don,” You start, because you're not allowed to call him Dad.

“Hush, girl, hmm… this is a nice boat.” He slams his foot down on the wooden bottom. “She’s sturdy.” He comments, he turns again, dragging you with him, you lose your balance but he holds you like you weigh nothing, like you really aren't a person but one of his things. “Is this where you hid from me, daughter?” He asked, looking around the large ship as though he was taking in the sights. You bite your lip from answering because you're afraid your voice would show how much pain he’s putting you through. “I like it.” He declares, suddenly releasing you, you slam to the deck, head banging against the wood. Sanji rushed forwards to you but someone grabbed and held him back. That garners your fathers attention. He looks from you to Sanji as if he knows something happened between you two. Your stomach turns because the way Sanji is looking at you most definitely isn’t helping. Your father cocks his head, he bends down and yanks you to your feet, you yelp at how sudden it was. Sanji’s jaw ticks with anger. “I’ll take this ship. For you.” He says, hand on the hilt of his sword. Your lips part in surprise.

“M- me?” You stutter out, your father’s face is hard as he nods your head.

“It’s a nice ship, we’ll kill everyone on it and take it for ourselves!” He declares, the Krieg pirates start an uproar, excitedly whooping, shoving their swords in the air. You turn to him, pleading in your eyes.

“I-- I don’t need this ship.” You say, but your voice doesn’t carry past the excited pirates. “I don’t need this ship.” You say louder this time, the pirates settle, surprised you had spoken up. Don turns to you, eyes like fire. His hand rose fast, so fast you hadn’t known what happened until you hit the deck hard. Whoever had been holding Sanji must’ve either let go or was overpowered because Sanji came barrelling through the Krieg pirates only to be stopped by a few that grabbed his arms. Your heart seized in your throat as Don cackled. He looked between you both before stepping forwards and winding up, throwing a punch to Sanji’s abdomen. Blood spit from Sanji’s lips as he doubled over. You watched in horror as Don dealt him punch after punch. He winded back for one last hit, his knuckles colliding with pure metal. Don stumbled back, eyes wide as he narrowed them at you, holding one of his shields in hand. You’d protected Sanji, you're not even sure why you’d done it, you just found yourself feeling a fierce protectiveness. You turned to the pirates still holding Sanji, just one look from you had them cowering in fear. At least they knew better. Don might’ve overpowered you but no one else would. They let Sanji free and he fell forwards into your arms.

“Well… Isn’t this interesting.” Don growled. You swallowed hard, a lot of Sanji’s weight was on you, he was hurt badly. You lowered him to the ground so as to not drop him and looked back at your father.

“This man showed me kindness. I would’ve died if it weren’t for him.” You say as though it was going to persuade him. But Don just tosses his head back, cackling manically.

“So you’re indebted to him, hmm?” Don reaches and tosses a knife to you, the blade circling until you catch the hilt mere inches from Sanji’s throat. “No daughter of mine owes her life to anyone but me. Kill him.” Your lips dropped open in disbelief. Don was cruel, this shouldn’t have surprised you one bit. Sanji coughs in your arms, you look down at him. He’d shown you so much kindness, saved you twice, but in the end… you always did what your father wanted. You wanted his love, his respect. You swallowed heavily, placing the handle of the blade in Sanji’s hand. He looked at you, confused. You helped him to his feet and stepped away from him. This had to be a fair fight, you both were weak. Sanji staggered to the side slightly, loosely holding the knife. You summoned whatever strength you had and leveled Sanji with the stare you’d given many before him. Many men that challenged you that lost. You were your fathers daughter after all.

“So that,” Sanji coughed. “That’s how it’s gonna be?” He asked and fixed you with a smile, he tossed the knife aside.

“Pick it up.” You growled. Sanji shook his head. With one swift movement you swiped the knife from the floor and tossed it at Sanji’s shoulder, he caught it by the blade. Your brow raised. He had skill.

“I’m not fighting you.” Sanji insisted. “You’ll have to kill an unarmed man.” You cock your head.

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” You’re quick, it was easy to hide your pain, to misplace it for a fight, you’d hidden your pain time and time again.

“You're a fool if you think my daughter will go easy on you!” Don cackled. "I call her Violence for a reason..." Sanji on the other hand looked startled, clearly he didn’t think you could move so fast. He blocked a few of your blows, stumbling back. He dodged one and a blunt force kick to his abdomen sent him flying back, tumbling on the deck. You swiped the knife from the floor and tackled him to the deck, trapping him beneath your body. You pressed your knife forcefully to his throat and dared him to fight back. But he didn’t. The entire fight he only blocked he never fought back. This made you more angry than anything. Sanji looked you in the eyes and he raised his chin to give you better access to his throat. The anger building inside of you halted.

“What’re you doing? Fight back!” You insisted but Sanji only shook his head, the knife digging into the skin of his throat threatening to break it. You pulled back slightly, not wanting… You clenched your jaw. “You’ll just let me kill you?” You ask and Sanji just smiles up at you.

"Killed by a beautiful woman doesn't sound too bad.” He whispers just for you to hear. Your lips part, eyes going wide.

You're beautiful. He'd said that, he meant it. He was crazy.

“What's taking so long? Kill him!” Your father growled from behind. You flinched at his words, swallowing dryly, your grip on the knife tightened. Sanji didn’t even flinch, it was like he didn’t care he might die. Or maybe he knew he wouldn’t.

“Fight me.” You pleaded just between the two of you but he only smiled at you, a damned smile that would haunt your dreams if you listened to your father and slit his throat. You always listened to him... but where did that ever get you? You tossed the knife. It clattered against the deck, silence slicing the air. Sanji let out a breath he was holding as you turned to face your father.

“Violence-”

“I will not kill him.” You said, the strength in your voice had your father surprised. “I breathe because of him, I owe him my life. I won’t be the one to kill him.” Sanji’s eyes looked up to you, you who he’d saved, the beautiful girl. He remembered as a child the captain told him he loved too easily, it never changed.

Someone wrenched you by the back of the hair, dragged over to your father. Sanji fought like hell to get to you. Everything happened quite quickly. Pirates had seized Sanji, grabbing him and when you were able to find your footing you felt pain like no other. Your fathers sword ran you straight through, the tip dripping your own blood. You heard Sanji yell for you, heard the cooks start attacking the pirates. Don yanked his sword out of you, it had missed any vital organs but you had still bled the same. Don grabbed you roughly by the neck, turning you to face him.

“You’re no daughter of mine.” He growled, spittle hitting your cheeks. “Gas masks on, boys! We’re bombing the rest of the ship!” Don called out as he roughly threw you aside. Your father didn’t even spare you one last glance before boarding his own ship amidst the chaos. LIke he was too good for a fight right now.

Warm blood spilled down the front of you, soaking your shirt clean. You pushed to your feet, your abdomen screaming in pain. You heard the smoke bomb hit the deck. Most of the cooks were jumping into the ocean but you wouldn’t make it, and you couldn’t because across the deck, battered and bloody was Sanji, passed out cold. He wouldn’t survive the gas. You stole a mask, kicking the pirate that held it into the sea. You stumbled and fumbled your way forwards, holding your stomach as blood seeped through your fingers.

You reached Sanji just in time, he was slowly coming to. You fixed the mask over his face and he groggily stared at you, when he went to remove it you slid on top of him, holding the mask in place. He struggled weakly under you, for someone losing a lot of blood you had an impressive amount of strength left.

The poison sulked closer until you couldn’t see or feel anything. Sanji still struggled beneath you but you only push harder. He’d saved you twice, you wanted to repay him at least once.

"Let go!" His voice was muffled, he was regaining some stregth, you weren't sure how much longer you could hold out. "Please... don't-" You held until you couldn’t anymore, until the smoke was clearing and you slumped forwards on top of Sanji. He struggled beneath you for a moment before carefully moving you over, the mask falling from his face. He hadn’t known what was happening when he first woke up but he knew now. You saved him at the cost of your own life. Tears flooded in his eyes as he held you.

“No… no no no.” He said, brushing your hair from your face, your eyes were closed, you had nothing left in you to keep them open. You felt his soft hands on your face and thought this would be a nice way to go out. You hadn’t known him for long but you felt some connection to him, you felt cared for for the first time in your life. You felt your body slacken.

“Put the mask on her face to help filter out some of the toxins and take her up to the top deck for some fresh air!” Someone directed. Sanji was quick to fix your face with the mask, to scoop you up and run you up to the top deck.

You opened your eyes to see your fathers ship sailing off in the distance, a hot tear slid down your cheek.

Sanji was careful with you, you had no idea why you were still conscious but you felt everything he did. He placed you on something soft, held pressure against your wound. You felt him stitch you back together and bandage you up. Maybe you were dead already? Maybe you were feeling phantom touches? Maybe you died on that ship all those hours ago, of starvation and dehydration. And just when all those scary thoughts formed, Sanji’s fingers intertwined with yours. He held your hand, he was shaking slightly. Slowly your eyes opened. He was sat just beside you, he looked terrible, with cuts, scrapes and bruises. Dried blood in his lips, his cheek wet with tears. He was crying over you...

“San-ji?” Your voice cracked, you don’t think you’d ever heard yourself sound so weak and tired. Sanji perked up at your voice, forcing a smile on his face.

“Hey, everythings okay.” He coos, squeezing your hand. For once in the entirety of your life you believed it was. You let go.

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buggys-left-arm · 8 months

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Random Buggy post. enjoy.

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writer12 · 8 months

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Garp is a hot and strong dilf, but he needs more attention!...

You were lying on your back on the table in Vice Admiral Garp's office. Just a few weeks ago, when you first came to become a Marine, you could not even think that the great Vice Admiral Garp, who defeated a bunch of pirates with his bare hands, would mercilessly fuck you on his desk. But here you are.

Another deep thrust of his hips to meet yours made you moan and arch your back. Although Garp was no longer young, his energy and size were enough that after a few rounds you only remembered his name.

His big dick fit perfectly into your wet pussy and the barely noticeable slapping sounds of your thighs touching were heard only by you.

Garp giggled satisfactorily, because the sound of your moans and the slapping sounds of your pussy are his favorite sounds. "Hush, good girl." Garp said in a husky, seductive voice and rubbed your clit with his thumb. "We don't want these cadets to find out what we're doing here, right?" Garp said, he pushed his dick deep into your pussy again and giggled when he heard you moan in pleasure. "I'll take that as a 'yes'…~"

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Surprise I'm actually a one peice fan(been for 1 1/2 years lol)

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Sakura Kingdom Gets A Kick Out Of The News (Or At Least Kureha)

With a woman that ol- I mean young, she probably is always ready for new revelations to come her way.

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𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀

Gladiator Prince! Eustass x Reader

Summary: Y/n, a skilled ice warrior from the frigid kingdom of Nosta, and Prince Eustass, a ruthless gladiator prince hailing from the enemy nation, the Modora Empire. Their two nations have a long history of conflict and animosity. However, when a dire situation calls for a political marriage to secure peace, Y/n and Eustass find themselves bound together in a union neither desires. As they navigate the treacherous path of diplomacy, they must confront their own prejudices and the weight of their peoples’ expectations. Through adversity and danger, the icy walls between them slowly begin to melt, and they discover unexpected connections and feelings, transforming their initial enmity into a deep and passionate love of the ages.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

In the heart of a snow-covered terrain, one stands amidst towering mountains, a hardy inhabitant uniquely adapted to the harsh winters that intimidate those from distant lands. Encircled by towering walls erected a millennium ago, the kingdom of Nosta has long lived in the shadow of the Modorans, a relentless empire known for their brutal conquests and unyielding warriors. The kingdom’s past has been rewritten by the ceaseless war with the Modora Empire, transforming the once-peaceful Nostians into hardened archers and skilled hunters. Adaptation is the key to survival, and the land’s bountiful resources have turned its people into formidable defenders.

As the first light of dawn breaks over the mountains, you awaken to the rhythmic sound of Lucie’s snores, your loyal polar bear dog nestled at the foot of your bed. The soft glow of dawn spills through frost-laden windows, casting intricate patterns of light and shadow across your chamber’s walls. You stretch beneath the warmth of your fur-lined blankets, feeling the chill in the air that seeps through the thick walls of the stone castle. With a gentle smile, you lean over and ruffle Lucie’s fur, the bond between you and your faithful companion unbreakable. Her eyes flutter open, revealing a mixture of sleepiness and excitement, as if she senses the adventures that await you both.

Leaving the comfort of your bed, you swing your legs over the side and place your feet on the cold stone floor, feeling the shock of its icy touch. You wrap yourself in a thick robe adorned with intricate patterns of frost and snowflakes, a testament to the artistry of Nosta’s craftsmen. As you make your way to the window, you catch your reflection in the frost-kissed glass. Your hair cascades down your shoulders, a stark contrast to the rich blue of your gown, embroidered with delicate silver threads that shimmer like frost in the early morning light. Your eyes, a reflection of the kingdom’s icy hues, carry a determination that belies the challenges you face.

The maids enter your chamber, their footsteps muffled by the plush rugs that line the floor. They offer greetings with a graceful bow, their breath visible in the cold air. “Good morning, Your Highness,” they say in unison, their voices carrying the respect and warmth that has been passed down through generations of Nostians. “Good morning,” you reply with a nod and a soft smile. “Thank you for preparing my bath.”

With a sense of anticipation, you follow the maids to the royal hot springs. The journey takes you through the castle’s corridors, where torches flicker and cast dancing shadows on stone walls adorned with tapestries depicting Nosta’s history. The air is alive with the aroma of pine and wood smoke, a comforting scent that lingers in the halls. Finally, you arrive at the entrance to the hot springs, where steam rises like ethereal tendrils from the inviting water. The surface of the natural pool shimmers with a mosaic of colors, reflecting the sunlight filtering through the opening in the rock above. Your breath catches at the sight, a reminder that even amidst the icy kingdom, moments of warmth and beauty can be found.

The maids bow and take their leave, leaving you in the company of the steam and the echoing sounds of dripping water. Slowly, you shed your robe, allowing it to fall to the ground in a heap of luxurious fabric. With a deep breath, you step into the warm water, a sigh of contentment escaping your lips as the heat seeps into your bones, thawing away the chill of the morning. As you recline in the soothing embrace of the hot springs, surrounded by stone walls that echo with the whispers of centuries, you reflect on the challenges that lie ahead. The council’s rule, your brother’s future, and the unending conflict with the Modorans all weigh heavily on your mind. But for now, in this tranquil haven, you allow yourself a moment of respite, a brief interlude of peace in a world defined by ice and fire.

As you lower yourself into the warm embrace of the royal hot springs, a wave of relaxation washes over you. The steam rises in delicate tendrils, enveloping you in a cocoon of tranquility. The water’s heat seeps into your tired muscles, melting away the residual tension from the challenges you’ve faced.

As your fingers trace patterns through the water’s surface, your gaze drifts over your own reflection. The ripples distort your image, but they can’t conceal the numerous scars that crisscross your skin. Each mark tells a story, a testament to the battles you’ve fought and the obstacles you’ve overcome.

Your fingers brush against a scar on your shoulder, a faint line etched into your skin from a duel that tested your mettle as a young warrior. You remember the intensity of that fight, the mixture of fear and determination that fueled your every move. That scar is a reminder of the raw strength that you possess, a strength that has grown with every challenge you’ve faced since that day.

Your hand moves to a more intricate scar on your forearm, a relic from a training accident that happened when you were just a child. The memory of that incident is bittersweet, a reminder of the innocence you lost as you embraced the warrior’s path. But you’ve come to view that scar not as a mark of vulnerability, but as a badge of honor. It symbolizes the relentless drive that pushed you to hone your skills, to transform yourself from a curious explorer into a formidable protector of Nosta.

As your gaze travels further, you take stock of the various scars that mar your skin – some faded, others still vivid. They are the physical manifestations of your journey, the outward evidence of your growth. Each scar is a chapter in the story of your life, a testament to your resilience and your unwavering commitment to your people.

With a mixture of fondness and pride, you allow your fingers to glide over the scars, tracing the contours of each mark. They are reminders that strength isn’t always about brute force; it’s about enduring, learning, and evolving. The girl who once felt the sting of those wounds has blossomed into the ice princess who now commands respect and admiration.

A sudden shift in the air catches your attention, and you turn your head to see a woman entering the chamber. It’s her – your mentor, a figure of both respect and apprehension. The maids make a futile attempt to halt her progress, their efforts thwarted by her unyielding determination. She strides forward with an air of authority, her presence commanding the room.

As she approaches, her gaze fixes on you, and you feel the weight of her scrutiny. There’s a sense of history between you, a connection forged through years of training and shared experiences. Her voice, gruff and unapologetic, slices through the tranquil atmosphere. “Are you prepared for your coming of age ceremony?” she demands, the question laced with both expectation and challenge.

Meeting her gaze head-on, you don’t flinch under the weight of her scrutiny. You’ve been groomed for this moment, the culmination of your journey towards assuming a greater role in the kingdom. With a calm resolve, you rise from the hot springs, the water cascading off your skin as you step onto the cold stone floor.

“I’ve always been prepared,” you reply, your voice steady and unwavering. “Since the beginning of my youth.” The words carry a deeper meaning, a reflection of the sacrifices and training that have shaped you into the person you are today. Your mentor’s gruff demeanor may test you, but you hold your ground, your determination mirroring the strength that lies beneath the scars that mark your skin.

Your mentor’s expression softens imperceptibly, a glimmer of pride mingling with her stern countenance. She nods in acknowledgement, the unspoken understanding between you a testament to the bond you share. As you move to dress in the robes that await you, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror – a reflection of the ice princess who has weathered countless challenges, poised to embrace her destiny with unwavering resolve.

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Meanwhile, in a stark contrast to the icy realm of Nosta, the Modora Empire extended across a vastly different terrain, marked by hot climates and diverse landscapes. Their imposing walls stood as a testament to their expansive dominion, a visual reminder of their conquests that stretched far beyond their own borders. These walls were grander, more formidable than those of Nosta, and they conveyed a message of power and might.

At the entrance gates, towering statues of intimidating warriors greeted all who entered, serving as both a warning and a symbol of the empire’s strength. The capital itself was a spectacle of opulence and grandeur, with the palace radiating an air of tremendous wealth that seemed almost casual. The architecture seamlessly blended elements reminiscent of both the Roman Empire and the Nordic Empire, a fusion that spoke to the eclectic nature of their dominion.

As the day’s sun beat down upon the bustling streets of the capital, the people crowded together, their cheers reverberating through the air. A procession was underway, led by none other than Prince Eustass and the Emperor’s battle-hardened military forces. The return from yet another conquest was marked by the visible evidence of bloodshed – the armor and faces of the men bore the stain of the conflicts they had waged.

Amidst the cheers and adulation, Prince Eustass rode at the forefront of the procession, his demeanor one of confidence and pride. His arms opened wide, he basked in the glory and praise that washed over him like a tidal wave. The cheers of the crowd seemed to fuel his sense of accomplishment, and he reveled in the admiration that surrounded him.

As Prince Eustass’s gaze swept across the sea of faces, he saw loyalty, respect, and perhaps even a touch of fear. The bloodshed that stained his armor was, to him, a testament to his strength and the might of the empire he represented. And so, with a triumphant smile, he acknowledged the crowd, his charisma and aura of authority capturing the attention of all who beheld him.

The jubilant cheers of the crowd filled the air, a chorus of adulation directed at the crown prince who rode at the forefront of the procession. “Long live the crown prince! Soon to be emperor!” The words carried a weight of anticipation, a promise of the empire’s future under his rule. The adoration of his people pleased Eustass, the pride in his chest swelling as he soaked in their approval.

Amidst the celebratory atmosphere, his loyal right-hand man, Killer, guided his horse to walk beside Eustass. The swift movement of the horse allowed them to converse in hushed tones, their words hidden beneath the clamor of the crowd. Killer’s concern was evident as he asked, “How is your arm?” The inquiry, laced with a hint of worry, betrayed the unspoken struggles that came with leading an empire through battles and conflicts.

Eustass cast a sidelong glance at Killer, his gaze meeting the unwavering determination in his friend’s eyes. With a fleeting look back at the cheering crowd, he turned his attention back to Killer, his voice low and measured. “Not now,” he murmured, his tone carrying a note of urgency. “Discuss this when we’re in the palace.” The weight of responsibility and decision-making pressed heavily on Eustass’s shoulders, a burden he was all too familiar with.

As the procession continued its triumphant march through the capital’s streets, Eustass’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. The cheers of the crowd were a stark contrast to the quiet concerns that resonated within him. Beneath the façade of glory and power, the prince knew that his choices would shape not only the empire’s destiny, but also his own.

Killer's observant gaze flickered over Eustass's armor, his keen eyes taking in the intricate details and the craftsmanship that adorned it. The armor was a work of art, a testament to the prince's mixed heritage. It bore designs that resonated with both the strength of his Nordic ancestry and the elegance of his Roman lineage, a fusion that reflected his diverse heritage. Turning slightly toward Eustass, Killer's inquiry was softly spoken, "New armor?" His voice held a touch of curiosity, the question a natural extension of the concern he felt for his friend's well-being.

Eustass met Killer's gaze, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Not new," he replied, his tone carrying a mixture of pride and reverence. "This armor has been passed down through generations. It once belonged to my great grandfather, a formidable Nordic warrior in his time." He paused, his gaze distant for a moment before refocusing on Killer. "My mother's side of the family carries the Nordic heritage, while my father's side is rooted in Roman traditions. This armor represents both sides of my lineage, a symbol of the strength and values that have been passed down to me."

As he spoke, Eustass's voice held a hint of nostalgia, his thoughts briefly wandering to the tales he had heard of his ancestor's heroic exploits. The weight of history was woven into the very fabric of the armor, connecting him to his family's storied past and the legacy that had shaped his identity. Killer's expression softened as he absorbed Eustass's words, a silent understanding passing between them. The armor wasn't just a set of protective plates; it was a tangible representation of Eustass's heritage and the values he held dear. It was a constant reminder of the complex tapestry of his background.

As the procession continued its triumphant journey, the camaraderie between Eustass and Killer remained unspoken yet palpable. Amidst the celebrations and the weight of their roles, the bond of friendship and the shared history between the two were a source of solace and support. And so, side by side, they rode on, connected by the present and the echoes of the past that shaped their destinies.

As the grand palace gates swung open, revealing the opulent interior that awaited, Eustass guided his horse forward with a sense of mixed emotions. The palace was a testament to the empire's grandeur, yet its halls held the weight of responsibilities he often found burdensome. Waiting for him, just beyond the threshold, was his royal advisor – a figure Eustass often found exasperating, though one he couldn't easily dismiss due to his father's decision.

The royal advisor, his demeanor as posh and condescending as ever, stood with an air of expectancy. Eustass regarded him with a mixture of mild annoyance and resignation. It was a relationship built on necessity, a connection he couldn't easily sever.

Before Eustass could even gather his thoughts, the advisor's voice carried an air of urgency, "Your Highness, you must meet with the council straight away." The words were delivered with a tone that brooked no argument, a reminder of the advisor's influence and the formalities that governed their actions.

Eustass's brows furrowed, his distaste for the council evident in his expression. The council, with their conservative agendas and rigid ideologies, was a constant source of frustration for him. He knew that their decisions often clashed with his own vision for the empire's future. In a voice tinged with both curiosity and irritation, he asked the question that lingered on his mind, "Why must I meet with the council now?"

The advisor's response was notably evasive, his eyes shifting nervously as he avoided direct eye contact. The prince's annoyance deepened, realizing that there was more to this meeting than met the eye. The advisor's silence spoke volumes, even if the details remained elusive. Whatever awaited him in the council chambers, Eustass sensed that it was a matter of utmost importance – one that could alter the course of his life and the fate of the empire he was destined to lead.

As you prepare for your coming of age ceremony, the atmosphere is filled with anticipation and reverence. The great Elders of the kingdom stand by your side, each delicate snowflake-shaped crystal they place on your attire representing a value or quality you embody – courage, kindness, leadership, and more. The crystals form a visual testament to your character, a reflection of the path you’ve walked and the destiny that lies ahead.

With gentle precision, an elder woman steps forward, her hands skilled in the art of cultural markings. Using a paste made from glowworms, she paints intricate designs onto your skin, patterns that will come alive in the darkness, casting an enchanting glow that sets you apart in the night.

Led by the Elders, you move with purpose, guided to the sacred location where your ceremony will unfold. The heart of an icy cave, cradled by a snow-capped mountain, serves as the backdrop for this momentous occasion. The cave’s walls shimmer with an otherworldly beauty, echoing the qualities of strength and grace you embody.

Stepping into the cave, you feel a warmth emanating from your markings, a sensation that guides you forward. The surroundings transform into a tapestry of wonder – a cliff’s edge overlooking a dark, icy lake below. The contrast between the darkness and the radiant crystals mirrors the challenges and aspirations that shape your journey.

As the ceremonial performers start playing their traditional drums, the rhythm fills the air with an enchanting melody. Their music serves as a herald, drawing attention to your arrival. The royal court, dressed in regal attire, and the kingdom’s formidable warriors stand united, a testament to the unity and strength that bind your people.

With a shift in energy, the warriors begin the kingdom’s powerful war chant, a call to arms that pulses with passion and purpose. In their chant, you hear not just a display of their might, but a shared commitment to safeguard and uplift the kingdom. The chant reaches its crescendo, and you stand poised at the edge, your heart filled with gratitude and determination.

Knowing your duty, you stride purposefully toward the edge of the icy lake, resolute in your intent to retrieve your crown. But just as you're about to take that leap into the deep waters, a firm yet gentle hand pulls you away from the edge. It's one of the older ladies from the council, an esteemed member known for her wisdom and respect. Her presence holds authority, and her actions speak volumes about the gravity of the situation.

In a hushed tone, she imparts her message to you – a whispered request to seek out the council once your ceremony concludes. Her words carry an air of importance, a promise of discussions and decisions that will shape the path ahead. With a kind smile, she adds a touch of unexpected advice, urging you to fall off the cliff with your back turned to look cool. It's a moment of levity amidst the solemnity, and you can't help but chuckle softly at her words.

You nod in agreement, acknowledging her request to meet the council and expressing your intent to do so. Stepping back from the cliff's edge, you gather your resolve and take a step forward, allowing yourself to tip over the precipice. In that brief moment, your heart races as the sensation of falling engulfs you.

As you descend into the water, your markings glow brighter, illuminating the dark depths below. Your vision sharpens, and you spot the shimmering crown nestled among the rocks. Without hesitation, you swim downward, your movements fluid and purposeful. The cold water envelops you, and the weight of your purpose drives you forward.

Reaching the bottom of the lake, you grasp the crown in your hands, its intricate details gleaming beneath the water's surface. With determination, you kick off the lake floor, propelling yourself upward. The journey feels both eternal and fleeting, the seconds stretching as your goal inches closer.

Breaking through the water's surface, you emerge victorious, holding the crown aloft for all to see. The cheers that erupt from the onlookers echo through the icy cave, a triumphant symphony that celebrates your accomplishment. The exhilaration of the moment courses through your veins, a reminder of the strength and spirit that define you as the ice princess of Nosta.

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Returning to Prince Eustass in the Modora Empire, he strides into the council chamber, his boots echoing off the polished marble floor. The grandeur of the room is accentuated by the presence of council members, each distinguished by the wreaths adorning their heads. They sit in solemn attention, their gazes fixed on the prince as he enters. Among them stands the formidable general, his presence a testament to military prowess, and by his side stands his daughter – a woman whose connection with Eustass goes beyond mere politics.

The absence of his father, the ailing emperor, casts a shadow over the room, serving as a reminder of the empire's vulnerability in the face of his health condition. Taking the seat that his father usually occupies at the head of the grand table, Eustass settles in with a hint of impatience already tugging at his demeanor. His fingers drum against the armrest as he cuts through any pretense with a voice laced with annoyance, "What is it? I've just returned and haven't even had a moment to gather my thoughts. Spare me the formalities and get to the point."

The head council member, a figure known for their authority, clears their throat, capturing the attention of the room before responding. Their words carry a weight, the gravity of the moment evident in their tone as they address Eustass, "Very well, your highness. Allow me to be direct. We are forging an alliance with the ice kingdom of Nosta. As a symbol of this alliance, a political marriage is to be arranged between you and their Princess."

The declaration hangs in the air, the room seemingly suspended in the aftermath of the statement. Eustass's mouth opens slightly, his surprise laid bare on his features. A political marriage – a strategic move that transcends enmity and demands personal sacrifice – it's a proposition that upends his expectations. The council's decision to intertwine his fate with the princess of an adversary kingdom confronts Eustass with a complex choice that could reshape his empire's destiny.

In this charged moment, the tension between duty and personal desires is a palpable undercurrent. The choices Eustass faces resonate far beyond his own desires, carrying the weight of the empire's future. As glances flicker between council members, the general, and the woman who holds a place in his heart, a whirlwind of emotions and intricate considerations swirls around him. The atmosphere of the chamber mirrors the intricate path that lies ahead, demanding that Eustass navigate the delicate balance between political strategy, matters of the heart, and the greater welfare of the Empire.

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