I've been spending a lot of time on Tumblr recently writing for my newest obsession, so I thought I would share what I've been working on over there, here.
These stories are born from the live-action universe but have some influences from the anime...
Overall summary: Sanji, Zoro, Mihawk, and Buggy are utterly hopeless in the face of your confidence. Will they fall under your spell or find the will to withstand it?
Part Summary: Sanji is taken with you from the moment he lays eyes on you at the beach. And when you come up to him at the small tiki bar, flirty and all so confident, he can't help but become fully enamored with you. You hitch a ride with the Straw Hat crew and grow ever closer to their chef, but will you let go of all the things that keep you from giving in to his enamored feelings for you?
Original ask: I need OPLA Sanji, Zoro, Mihawk, Buggy with a reader that is mid-30s, feeling herself. Like Stella got her groove back and these fools are just in love with her confidence. Bonus if there's a lil angst since reader feels like she's too old/ too young for them. BONUS BONUS FOR smut because I'm feral mkay?
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It doesn't take much to get Sanji falling head over heels for you.
A beautiful lady in a bikini all stretched out over a beach towel for all to see??
He's dying to know you in an instant--to wine and dine you with a meal prepared just for your delicate and, obviously, refined taste buds.
He hasn't even spoken a word to you and he is imagining his life with you by his side.
His crew mates are less than love-struck.
They grumbled and repairman him before Nami was grabbing him by the scruff of his collar, dragging him away from your beauty. A beauty which shone as bright as the sun you bathed in. Shone maybe even more so bright than the sun.
Your attention was pulled away from your book upon hearing a forlorned shout, looking up just in time to watch a flash of sandy hair and black fabric disappear into the seaside town. You gave a little shrugging humph before returning to your romance novel.
That night, you made your way into the tiki bar that boarded the beach you had reluctantly left once the sun had set, it a crowded mess of tourists visiting from the other side of the island and locals of this town.
You weren't local, neither from the town or the island it was on, but had been here long enough to learn a few names and have a few learn yours.
You were a traveler. Someone whose broken heart drove you from your home in the South Blue to brave that of the Grand Line.
It was a feat you were proud of in itself, having made it with no harm to your person and with just a few less berries to your name. A few thousand barries you had paid a pirate crew to bring you here, only for them to leave you stranded on this island, whose people never left and never had any reason to sail the seas.
"Pirates." Was the first thing the bartender you had gotten to know all too well said.
Pirates. It was very rare anyone came to this island, let alone pirates. So rare that the last time a pirate had stepped foot on this island, it had been to dump you here.
