Here you go! Simp_For_Lucifer
(He/him)
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First it was Nami, then it was Robin, and slowly but surely the others figured it out too. All but Sanji.
Luffy had found out when he barged into the room while Y/n was changing shirts and Luffy being Luffy had to ask all about the cool tattoo on his arm.
"Woah! You're a royal? Why do only royals get cool tattoos? That's not fair I want one too!" Luffy said pulling at his arm and poking the tattoo.
"Of course you can have a cool tattoo Luffy, just not this one." Y/n sighed.
"Oh! I should get one of a dragon eating a bone!"
Y/n mentally apologized to Nami for how much Luffy was going to bother her about getting a tattoo.
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"Thank you, cook-san." Robin said before taking a sip of the coffee Sanji had just given to her.
"It was my pleasure, Robin-chwan!" Sanji said happily and turned around to head back to the kitchen.
Unfortunately Y/n was right behind him causing a collision of bodies.
"Oof- You okay?" Y/n asked holding the tray Sanji dropped mid fall in one hand, his back pressed against the ship's railing, and the other hand placed on Sanji's back to steady him.
"Um, yeah." Sanji said flushed pulling his face away from Y/n's chest where it had landed shortly after impact.
"Alright, well here you go." Y/n said releasing him and handing the tray back.
"T-thank you."
"No problem." Y/n said between laughs.
Sanji couldn't help but think to himself, "Damn, he has a cute laugh."
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Y/n felt kind of stupid for not recognizing the name "Sanji" when they first met, but then again he always thought that the Sanji his parents told him about had died.
Was he surprised to find out Judge had lied to his family?
Yes.
Did he want to play soccer with the old bastard's head when he figured out what actually happened to Sanji all those years ago?
Absolutely.
Was he bothered by the sight of Pudding standing next to Sanji up there?
Maybe.
Since when did Sanji start looking so good in white?
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As Sanji stood there beside Pudding he couldn't help but be disappointed.
As a kid he'd dreamed of white suits, beautiful floral arrangements, and wedding cakes: his ray of hope during such a dark time.
Pudding was a lovely woman, *cough* when she wanted to be *cough*, but even if the wedding wasn't a trap he'd still be unhappy with it.
He couldn't forget what was supposed to be. The one he was promised to so long ago.
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He was having such good day.
Was.
Stocking up on supplies with Sanji was sometimes pleasant, and other times not so pleasant. The cook just wouldn't shut up about every woman he saw on the street that day and it was really starting to get on his nerves.
