Have you ever wanted to enter the one piece world? Maybe you want to be friends with the strawhats, or the heart pirates? Perhaps you'd rather be dating one of them, or all of them!! Here you can do that, feel free to send in requests!!
RQ's - OPEN
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A/N: Alrighty, I gave it my best! I'm not very fond of Sanji's brothers, but I tried for you<3. I'm not quite sure if this is what you're looking for but, yeah!!
TW slightly, of course mentions of violence and such (it is Sanji's brothers they are violent men), so keep that in mind, and yeah!
The Germa Kingdom, with its towering steel structures and mechanical precision, was a fortress of cold ambition. Your new home, a stark castle perched atop the highest hill, was no different, imposing, unyielding, and chillingly efficient. And as another day faded into evening, the harsh lines of the fortress softened under the glow of the setting sun, but the weight of your situation remained as oppressive as ever.
You had been 'married' to the Vinsmoke brothers under circumstances most would find unthinkable. Judge's ambition knew no bounds, and in his quest for power, you had become a pawn, bound to Ichiji, Niji, Sanji, and Yonji. Each brother was a prince in his own right, each a reflection of the Vinsmoke legacy, but it was only Sanji who seemed to bear the title like a shackle rather than a crown.
As you moved through your assigned duties, the difference in treatment from each brother was stark. Ichiji, the eldest, was imperious and demanding. He assigned you tasks with the expectation of absolute perfection, his sharp gaze following your every move as if waiting for you to falter.
Niji's cruelty was less overt but no less painful. His remarks were barbed, hidden under the guise of jest, and he took pleasure in setting tasks he knew you disliked or found demeaning, watching with a smirk as you complied.
Yonji rarely spoke directly to you, treating you with a dismissive air that somehow felt even more degrading. He mostly ignored your presence unless it was to command you to fetch something or clean up after him, his indifference a constant reminder of your forced place in their world.
Then there was Sanji. From the first day, he had treated you with a kindness that felt out of place in the harsh landscape of the Germa Kingdom. He moved with a grace that belied his strength, and when he spoke to you, it was with respect. Sanji's moments of kindness were brief but meaningful, often manifesting in small gestures like a quiet word of thanks or a gentle smile.
That evening, as the setting sun cast its final golden rays over the Germa Kingdom, you completed the dinner preparations, the clinking of silverware echoing softly in the large, austere dining hall. You had carefully placed each plate, each utensil, feeling the weight of expectation heavy upon you.
The brothers arrived one by one, each carrying the air of royalty but with distinctly different demeanours. Ichiji entered first, his presence commanding and cold, his eyes scanning the table settings with military precision. He nodded slightly at you, a silent approval that felt more like an inspection passed than any real praise.
