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He's late.

He can't believe he's late at the biggest assignment he has in his whole entire life being a stylist. A college student that has been running, jumping, and even maybe fighting tooth and nail to survive after his good-for-nothing father and his loving mother told him he should be independent if he doesn't want to be at the house. The undisciplined attitude, ill-mannered and vulgar words, and just plain pissing his dad and his brothers. 

So he left and let me tell you, it was fucking horrible.

Paris is a piece of shit, the expensive apartments, horrible men, and overpriced food. Don't get him started at detergents.

But he did his best, damned hardest to find some shelter. He loves getting suggestions from his random classmates and co-workers for just a sleep to stay. By love he means he cries and bursts into flames.

Then a miracle happened, he met his now roommate. God sent from its pits and corner in heaven. 

And Satan's ass everytime that stupid idiot let one of his pet insects get out off its cage.

Usopp's a swell guy, because of him he met the most divine charming gorgeous brilliant woman he had laid eyes to. And that's saying something, he met every woman he encounters in his youthful life and Nami-swan tops them all.

Sanji shook his head, continuing his running and dodging people at the streets he tries to focus at the road. He can't get distracted right now, the most ambiguous and well-awaited event that people will pay their body parts just to get in and be included to the whole celebration and phenomenon in the whole world is going to happen in just a couple of months. 

Him just being there will pay his whole rent for the next few years and his tuition.

And yet here he was late and running to his work.

Worst part is it's raining.

Grinding his teeth, he wipes his face from his wet hand. Clutching his kit harder to his chest and gripping harder at his backpack that was in front of his torso, using his umbrella and trying to shield the harsh rain he let out a sigh as he saw the building he kept eyeing from a long time since he started styling the ladies in every occasion he can get, every job, and every salon he took. 

He didn't really want to be a stylist at first, he really wanted to be a chef but Paris job requirements and their half-assed unreliable standards can rot in some dying man's balls.

He needs to graduate culinary anyway because Zeff won't let him in his restaurant if he hasn't that stupid paper to prove he passed with flying colors.

This was he fucking fault, now his juggling his hustle, studies, and being the suave man he is.

He stopped his tracks and let out a sigh, he took shelter at the front of the Building's huge round elegant glass canopy. Looking up to watch the raindrop at the awning, he badly wanted to smoke but Ivankov told him smoking was bad for the employees here and might get kicked out. Sighing he suddenly jumped at the sudden vibration at his jeans pocket, he took out the offending phone and answered the call.

"Sanji where are you?! Ivankov's having a fit right now, his turning everyone's gender— "

"I'm at the entrance idiot, I wouldn't be late if a certain someone kept their promises."

"I'm sorry okay! My boss needed me at the production right now and—"  

Sanji heard a loud bang and speakers making loud static noises. He cringed and moved his phone a bit further away from his ear.

"Just get here! Ivankov told me to get your ass here now and he sent you a message about where floor you're going. I'll fetch you I'm almos—"

The call went dead after he heard screams and a loud shout.

He looked at his phone and went to his messages, seeing the details about his location and went inside the building. 

Getting looks at how horrible his attire was, he couldn't stop his attitude and get the best of him as he shouted at the man at the desk. It should be a woman here, not some man with a piss poor haircut.

"You're late."

No shit.

"Can you just tell Ivankov I'm here,  I already got a message from that abomination you call a 'she'." He hisses at the end, clutching his bag even more, so they won't see his poor display as the lobby started to get more people coming in and out.

God I'll never let Usopp have a peaceful trip when he's with me.

One last look from the ugly old ass man at Sanji to where he stands, he nodded and told him to go to the middle of the elevator and he'll inform Ivankov.

Please don't, Ivankov might suck my balls dry.

Shivering at the uncharted thought he quickly took long strides and pressed the button aggressively. He can't stop shaking as the cold temperature to where he was freezing his whole body more, tapping vigorously at the floor he looks up to see he was almost at the floor. 

He's fucked for sure.

"You're not taking this seriously are you Sanji-boy?"

"I am! I ran all the way from my university with my kit, hear me? Ran, past tense you disgu— "

He dodges the deadly kick he always gets from it. The old man's kicks are far faster than this, this thing .

"Hee-haw! Then scurry along, before you do your job could you please change yourself first." Ivankov clicks her tongue and goes back to commanding Bon and her other boys to continue their work at designing and fixing wigs, clothing, and cosmetics.

He was guided by two ladies— which he has trust issues because this was Ivankov's lackey they might be men, to stay outside for a while they get some stuff. Standing outside the quiet hallway, he took around as he finally got the time. Marble floor with a long rug at the center, beautiful antique displays at each side. Huge windows, it's interior was a Rococo style, the curving ornamentation of walls with its natural form and dedicated interlacing of shapes. Pastels, ivory white, and gold were its scheme and dominant colors. 

Looking at his front he saw a huge window, he looked so grim and tired from all the running and he's going to work himself even more. His belongings were left at Ivankov's station, he was only in his dress shirt and jeans with slippers because Ivankov demanded to remove his shoes.

As he was contemplating his view, two ladies suddenly blocked his view and quickly whisk him away. Sanji was so out of his mind, he didn't realize his own predicament until he felt fingers removing the buttons on his shirt and was told to dry himself off.

"Ladies please, what— what are you doing!" He stutters.

"Please we're here to assist a model."

What the fuck.

"No no! I'm not." He gently swats the ladies delicate hands and staggers back and feels the wall behind him.

"Really with that body?"

He looked down as he realized he was exposed, blushing at the sudden display he tried to button himself up but was stopped when the ladies started to fight back.

"Please sir! We don't have much time!"

"And you're wet all over! You might catch a cold!"

Sanji was very much confused as to why he was denying their aid, but he was sure they weren't the only one at the room. He can feel a pair of eyes looking at him and he can't look back because he was embarrassed and conscious enough already.

I crave for attention but not because of my late stupid ass incompetence.

Then a loud bang of the door swinging open alerted every single one in the room, Sanji took the chance to fix himself and excuse himself to the beautiful angels and be his way but he's visions got blacked out and felt a sudden glob attack his face. Falling down with the solid lump he realized it was a boy with black hair and a scar on his face, grinning at him and laughing.

"Sanji! It's been so long how'd you been?" He asked, the boy looked down and gave him a puzzling look, "Why are you wet?"

"Ge— Get off me you fucking heathen!" As the boy let go and jumped away from Sanji—  in his instincts, kicked the boy in the face and watched it stretch away. 

Sanji felt his mouth open and was taken by surprise. The boy looked back and laughed really hard, his companions joined in and looked at Sanji. 

He was so fucking embarrassed right now, everyone's looking at him right now. God, he wants the floor to swallow him up and just be digested.

"Nice kick shitty-cook, you still working out I suppose." A green-haired man with a scar on his left and three earrings on his left ear was impressed at him for kicking, kicking a rubber-boy's head into the air and watching it stretch back to its body.

This man has the balls to give him a fucking nickname, "The fuck you calling me moss-head?" He bites back. 

"Hey Sanji, calm down you're looking all fired up." 

Sanji looked at a man with freckles scattered at his face, walking up to his way with a towel on his hand. Sanji took a step back once again, he was close enough at the door to run for his life and look for his friend. 

"I think Usopp's right, he did forget." A man with his blond wavy hair looks at him skeptically and tries to stop the freckled man from advancing to Sanji.

"How'd you know him?" He innerly cringes to himself when he lets out a little bit of desperation in his voice. 

"It's pointless Strawhat-ya, leave him alone."

He watched a shirtless man walk and stood beside them, with tattoos scattered at his chest and  as he crossed his arms Sanji could see tattoos on his hands. He can also see a lot, and he means fucking a lot of men at the background looking intrigued at him. 

What the fuck is going on? I feel so stupid right now.

He must've been showing it to his face that everyone started to get serious, he was about to give them his loudest and crudest words but was stop when he saw the door opened and— 

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes." 

Quickly changing his attitude he quickly took Usopp's hand and led him away from the room.

"Sanji— "

"Not now Usopp, not in the mood."

"Your hands are shaking— "

"I'm drenched because of the fucking rain, what did you except how I feel like?"

They stopped and Sanji took a big sigh. He's not going to have a panic attack here in the middle of the corridor and damping the expensive rug. 

"Here, I bought your favorite pack."

"Aren't you a fucking saint."

Usopp watched his friend take a stick at the pack and lit it up with his undamaged zippo lighter, blowing a smoke out and once again sighing.

"Talk Sanji."

"Oh I'll do more than just talk, this is all your fault. I shouldn't be getting attention from down there at the lobby to that hell. Almost getting fired and losing my opportunity, I might not ever talk to you ever again."

"Understandable."

"Next you're going to buy me the most expensive wine you can get and get me and Nami-swan on a date."

"Sure."

"And lastly can we just sit down." He whines.

Usopp nodded and led him to one empty room, they sat down facing each other and Usopp just watched his friend calm down and waited.

"So," Sanji started after a few minutes of thinking "Why do I feel like I got amnesia."

"Remember the party that we got invited to by Donquixote with the private jet and all?"

"Oh yeah, best party ever." Smiling as he remembers how he made himself so light and happy, he can't even recall as some memories become splotchy and blank.

"Well, did you remember how much you drank?"

Sanji looked up for a moment and started scratching his goatee, recollecting his thoughts he tried his best to ponder about a specific night at the most famous and VIP club here in France.

He gave up by shrugging and smoked his cigarette once again.

"Well you drank so much that your mind actually block it or you're really stupid."

"So are you saying, this is my first time meeting them and it's their second time meeting me?"

"Pretty much yeah."

"Fuck."

Well he can't really care much if he was honest, but in the back of his mind something was lingering and trying to knock some sense into him that this shouldn't be taken too lightly. He might've started a fight once or twice at the same night, flirting with ladies who were taken and with their boyfriends, and just having fun after he finished acing his papers at the university. So a well deserved party and shitting your brains out was the perfect thing to do.

Trying once again to remember the whole thing, he was sure he should be worrying. As he left the party he was sure he got someone in bed and they had sex, he thinks. Why would you bring someone home and not have sex right? Right, then next morning he had the worst hangover and puked everything in his shared bathroom. 

After cleaning himself up he went to the living room and saw Usopp with a blanket and watching cartoons.

That's pretty much he can recall, so what about the whole of the men watching him in that room like they know him. Usopp did tell him it was their second time meeting him. 

Sanji tries to think during the party, neon lights, contemporary artworks, tiled floor, and thousands of people partying and dancing to the music. It was the typical atmosphere at the party, so he tries again but this time it's the people— 

Fuck.

Fuck.

No no no— 

He was the biggest flirt and was so open he literally spreads his legs to everyone when he's drunk. He hates that part of it, everytime father took his whole family to a charity ball or gala his brothers were being protective and not letting him get drunk. Thoughtful but it was choking him.

Heh, innuendo.

Sanji was now getting his memory back, it hurts how fast and blurry the memories were returning to him. Holding his head with his free hand, he tries to put it in order and asks himself why, it's been three months and he's remembering this now?

Then he remebered why it was disconcerning in the first place, he had sex to one of them and he doesn't remember. 

God, how desperate and horny can I be?

Now he's stuck here, having a mental-breakdown as he watches Usopp play on his phone. He can't tell this to Usopp, it's already embarrassing enough. He needs to do this alone, a lone wolf finding his mate.

So how can he start? Asking them to kiss him so he can get his memories back? Each and one of them? 

He laughed at the idea, as fucking if. They were looking at him with disgust and judgement on their eyes. They saw how he acted and they met him once, all of them were straight obviously but only one isn't.

So how can he tell if that one is the one and how can he even get close to them— 

"Oh and Ivankov told me to tell you, you're going to be the head of the stylist team to Luffy and the others."

"Luffy?"

"Yeah the— Oh right you don't know, the last room you went through. And you're with me, I'm at the production team that centers them."

"Who are they anyway?"

"You know, part-time models and some are just really influential. They were at Donquixote, you'd expect the man's guests any less?"

Fucking perfect.

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Pure hatred and just screaming after screaming like it was a competition to them, who wouldn't be angry and felt betrayed when your boss just sold him out and gave him the biggest opportunity he can get.

Okay maybe that's a good thing, but being surrounded with men? 

Yeah fucking right he'll let that happen.

He took being a part-time stylist for only one reason or maybe two reasons, getting close to women and closer to them even more. Touching their hair, making them feel special and elated because of him. The clothing he chooses for them, the make-up, and the style of their hair just because of him.

Men are a different story, very different.

They don't appreciate the things you give them how overly confident they are, especially models. Always telling him what to do, questioning him, and just plain being stupid. Getting their make-up done, can’t even tell the difference of no make-up and light make-up. 

He was born and raised to love women, treating them with all the divinity and respect they deserve. Real men that can't wipe their sorrows and hatred don't deserve to be called men at all. 

So really, he has the right to get angry at Ivankov's sudden and irrational decision to just give him away.

"Are you dying of stupidity!" He screams at the huge man with no neck as he tries to remove himself from Usopp, "How can you just not tell me and give me a whole team to pamper some neanderthals?" Screaming on top of his lungs.

"Sanji-boy! Don't you see it? What if someone took you as their personal employee with how talented you are," Ivankov reasons out as she drinks her wine. "And I have Anemia be sensitive."

Sanji barks at the man's employees who were giving comments of how thoughtless he was at their queen's feelings and health.

"Don't you fucking intefere with my own personal gain! And being confident about me getting a higher pay won't do shit. I work for Zeff and that shitty old man's restaurant only ." Emphasising the end of his sentence, he calmed down when he knew this would be a losing battle to him. 

If only they're women and not someone he had sex a few months ago.

I don't even wanna think about that shitty problem.

Ever since he remembers some of his memories and recovering from a slight headache, he decided it was for the best to ignore it for now and let all his anger and confusion to Ivankov's plan. His sex life can wait his career and a woman's presence is more important.

After a few minutes of having total enclosure from their stares, he realized they weren't looking at him with disgust but recognition. Only problem was he doesn't acknowledge them shit; no boobs or vagina won't interest him one bit.

"Oh stop with that toxic thinking, women can be dangerous too. And Zeff would be so happy and thankful when you finally realize your true potential."

"Men should fear them anyway, men should bow down and give their everything to a woman," He spats.

Ivankov clicked his tongue and made a gesture to let her babies come closer so he can order them something in whispers.

Annoyed at the secrecy, Sanji struggles a bit so Usopp can finally let go of him and starts fixing his equipment for the shoot and his own job.

"What are you planning now you damn sea monster?"

"Manners you impolite boy," Ivankov gave him a stink eye and finally stood up and gave him a tablet with information about today and future's agenda. The theme of the event, the scheduled photoshoots, their clothing line, and lastly the evening social event to where they'll be meeting the public.

Rich people's shitty agenda. 

But he expected much, he was in this kind of environment and it doesn't phase him much but displeases him so.

"Use that and never leave it out of your grasp, if you follow the lists for today afternoon you should be out before eight and return here again."

Grumbling in agreement, staring at the task in hand he then jumps and tries to kick Ivankov's face but was blocked by his right-hand man, with his hand like scissors and the other holding his unspilled drink. 

"I shouldn't be getting this kind of treatment!"

"Well now you are."

"My only job is to fix someone's wig or choose a woman's lingerie!"

"Not anymore, don't worry about you being alone, some of my lovelies are already there."

Ivankov watched Sanji-boy leave with his long nose friend scurrying away with Sanji's stuff and follow the blonde boy. She sighed and massaged her temple. He understands the boy's qualms but how can she even deny when they requested it.

I'm not sorry for putting you in a den full of sexy tigers Hee-Haw!

"The first thing you do is give them my calling card," Sanji was in full command mode and couldn't be bothered as he watched his friend fumble. Using the given tablet, he saw a lot of stuff that a director can do to everyone. He whistled how easy it was just to get a drink, he ordered some bottles of wine and an energy drink for Usopp. 

He may hate his current position but right now he has the privilege, and he'll fucking abuse the power whether everyone hates it or not.

"And second, as we fucking get home you'll have to clean after my stress cooking."

"Oh please no, I'm working out Sanji!"

"Not my fault you're a fat bitch."

"Shut up!"

Sanji let out a chuckle and looked back at the tablet, organizing and cataloging every attire he can mix and match. Which outfit suits the theme more and the person's appearance and physique.

"You should watch where you're going." A deep enticing voice caught Sanji's attention as he slowly looked away at the gadget to see a tall man in casual clothing. His piercing gold eyes were directed at him, with his arms stretched letting the elevator door open for him. 

"And miss a chance to see you being chivalrous all for me ," Giving the man his mocking smile he always gives when some customer pissed and shit in his parade.  But apparently the man took it as a challenge and Sanji watches his eyes turn mercilessly. Staring at the blonde man with lust and control, "You shouldn't have Mihawk ." Whispers his last retort, tipping his toes and being close at the man's ear.

He removes himself and lets Usopp stand between them two as the elevator door closes. 

Sanji's pretty sure that display will earn him some sex in the elevator as soon Usopp leaves, with the way Mihawk looks at him like that, he pretty sures he's begging to let the tall man be the person he's looking for.

How did I even remember his name?

Now he's just sweating with anticipation, if they got the alone time here in the elevator he might never get this kind of opportunity ever again for how unprofessional he was doing this few hours. But missing the man's touch—  okay, he might be getting a little ahead of himself.

Sanji noticed Usopp's dilemma, the fucker had the balls to get scared. He should be the one shitting his pants right now, Mihawk might be the one but staring back at him, shocked to realize the intimidating man never left his staring just earned Mihawk a furious flush from him. 

Biting the inside of his cheek, He nudged Usopp— more like jabbing him really hard to let his friend take the bullet, he watched him hold his stomach while crouching down.

" Oh no you seem to be in pain my dear friend," Wow the fakeness he radiates "I think I should help you." He innocently continues.

As he says that the elevator door opened and let other guests get in but was stopped when Mihawk looked at them. 

"I—I think you should go Sanji, I can handle this. We'll just meet at the photoshoot." He dashes away at the elevator, leaving him to deal with the consequence he had done.

Well, I'll murder him in his sleep.

Damn, that was fast.

He ain't complaining though as the tongue in his mouth dominates him, he was sure he'd cut his dick off to why he didn't take this man between his legs and let the man pound his ass like there's no tomorrow.

He instantly registers though, in a sad and bitter realization that it's not this man he was looking for.

How may you ask? Well it's simple, he's a chef. 

And to be the most world best chef in this goddamn planet a chef must be very hyper-aware at his five senses. He can remember the whole recipe with just a wisp of smell from any food that was handed to him, so he's very confident that this man is not him.

But how I fucking wish it was him.

And the others.

Damn, he's gone bad. 

He lets out a throaty moan when the man lifts him up, starts kissing and biting his nipples he took note that his sweatshirt was on the floor. He was very much bothered by his discarded shirt, with shaky hands he cupped the man's— damn him and his perfect jaw, face to let the man know he demands attention.

"Before you assault me with your tongue, can I ask how you'd met me to the point we—" Gestures their position with his head bobbing up and down, "Have this kind of moment."

Mihawk looked at him for a long time, more like a minute or two before replying, "I thought you remembered, the way you say my name made me think you knew."

Well that was cryptid as fuck. 

He didn't get to question the man further when the elevator stop and Sanji watch in horror as he saw a man with a pigeon on his shoulder, hands in his pockets looking at Mihawk but for a more than a minute

Mihawk might be in shock or he was, Sanji wasn't put down and watches them both.

"Hey as much as the both of you love having this kind of sexual tension," He smirks as he watch the both of them look at him with indifference "We— yes the three of us, get our asses at my assigned room to let all of you get boss around by me." 

He watched the man with gold hawk like eyes, widen a bit as he was easily pushed off. Sanji fixes his pants and the belt, he looks up and watches the man with the pigeon take his abandoned shirt on the floor. Watching him swats some dirt off his shirt, he handed over the shirt to him.

Sanji took the offer and started putting the clothing on while walking outside the elevator, he felt a finger hooking at the loops of his pants and a hand at his pant's back pocket. He let them have their fun and looked at the both of them, their faces were stoic but he stared too long at Lucci's face. The man gave him his shivering smirks that Sanji couldn't stop his blush creeping up from his neck to his cheeks.

Now I'm not sure if Mihawk was the one who fucked me.

Sanji was seeing images and memories resurfacing, the spotlight was on him the blinding yellow light hitting his face and he felt the cold sweat of how hard he was breathing. Muffled screams and shouts from people watching him,wasn't sure what he was doing but he knows for a fact that he was the center of the attention.

"You're Amazing!"

"That was awesome do it again!"

"Sanji let's go now!"

"Sanji!—

"Sanji, what happened? What did they do to you?" 

Usopp's voice muted the noises and static in his mind, like turning off a broken tv. He realized he was getting a piggyback ride from him, the bastard has muscles with all the screaming and his weak ass complaints it truly hides it all. Usopp told him he was thin but after eating too much food and getting fat he then started going to the gym for two years. 

He scratches his head and just leans further to his friend, asking what happened and why he was being a limp. Usopp explained that as he was about to rescue Sanji using Camie as bait to get away from the two men, the long nose turned a corner and saw him getting sandwich by the two of them while staring into space. The two men didn't notice Sanji's state because they were bickering about something that Usopp didn't quite catch. 

Sanji kicked Usopp's side, the man let him go but he hold his grip tight and laughed manically "That's for using Camie-chan," He patted his friends head, "And that's for not leaving me the fuck alone with him or the other one in fact."

"You don't know his name do you?"

"Nope." A lie.

"Do you remember how he met you? Or the other guy?"

"No." Another lie.

"So you didn't remember making out with Robin?"

"No— What?!"

Robin-chan was another friend of Usopp that he introduced from his social group. And no, he has a life and is socially lively as well. The chef's in the Baratie were his life and talking to his classmates was social, well not just lively he suppose. 

But that's not the case, the first time he met her she was and still is exceptionally beautiful. Robin and him have this kind of mutual appreciation when it comes to specific types of discussions that must be talked through behind closed doors. Their relationship is purely platonic but who's to say he won't jump to a given chance if Robin did offer a more romantic kind of love. 

So him forgetting about the life changing memory can and will get him a heart attack.

"Chop my dick off."

"What?"

"Did I stutter? Chop my dick and balls right now."

"You're an idiot."

"Oh you just want to choke on em now huh?"

"Stop— I said sto— will you stop grinding your dick and balls at my back!"

"Ahem."

Usopp and him looked up and saw the two glass doors open to see a man holding the door for them.

He jumped and used his friend as a step stool to make momentum and launched himself at the green-haired man with a kick to his face. But was dodged by his forearm, taking a few steps back he puts his hands in his pants pockets and waits for the man to charge. 

The one-eyed green mossy man didn’t move an inch so he took the initiative to attack, charging he delivers a sweeping kick as his opponent delivers a punch, they were stopped by a strong manicured punch on top of their heads. 

“You witch!”

“Nami-swan!”

“Don’t start now, we have a tight schedule here. I wouldn’t be handling your mistakes if someone came early.” Nami hisses at Sanji’s still love-struck face as he tries to give a kick from Zoro’s attack.

Another punch from Nami and they settled down, she started talking to one of the models and managed their plans tomorrow. Sanji gained some senses and took over.

“Why are you here Nami-swan?”

“Their friend slash manager, didn’t Usopp tell you that?”

Glaring at his friend— the same friend who’s ignoring him, he went back to look at today’s task sheet from Nami’s clipboard and on his tablet. 

“Who are you managing here mellorine for today’s shoot?”

“Luffy and Zoro, you do know the both of them right?”

Embarrassed at his last display, he glanced at some of the men here. He saw they’re getting changed and some just finished getting shots.

“Well, more like shitty pests.”

“That wasn't what you told me last time.”

“What last time?” panic in his voice.

“That’s for you to remember.” She tips her toes to give him a kiss on the cheek and leaves.

Sanji was on cloud nine.

Cough.

What the fuck is with everyone coughing? 

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"Listen you shitty low-lifes," Shouting to get everyone's attention and ignoring their incredulous eyes "This shitty longnose will give you my calling card, each and every one of you will contact me that relates to my design and the clothing line." 

Usopp then started handing out his friend's card; they made small talk and asked how their day was. 

Sanji was walking around and talking to the other stylists, with a tablet on hand asking about the current shoot they were going to have. Once he ordered the stylist to ask Ivankov something, he looked back at the men who apparently didn't leave their eyes on him.

"If any single one of you cheats on me and I saw you wear something it isn't from me. I swear I'll make you regret it." He snaps as he takes out the simple two-piece suit in its plastic and lays it down at an empty huge table to where the real women are.  

"Next is I don't care how you want me,” Pausing for a second to let his words sink in, he raises his hand to halt some guy at his team. He was talking to a— again, a real woman in his team about the sequin; he told her about the theme and rejected the idea. He instead told her to get every gemstone they can get, kissing the girl goodbye he went back to looking at them while his team follows him and taking every clothing style he sees that compliments their features and their offensive Greek God body. 

Like Sanji has that kind of body, he has the muscles and the perfect boyfriend material that he is. Giving them a split second glance, swallowing the lump on his throat he started to get second guesses about comparing himself at them.

He's also a good bottom too. 

Of course he wasn’t that desperate.  

“Where was I?” He looked at his gay stylist—used to be Ivankov’s team, before he can get a reply he cuts the person off “Oh! If you ever need me, want to ask me anything or even want me on my knees. I have my office over there—” He points at the huge mahogany double wooden door, “And don't ever and I fucking mean ever order my ladies and treat them any less than your slave. Come to me, got it?" 

Not looking back, he started talking to one of the stylists and ordered them around to get it started with the photo-shoot at the huge room next door.

The others can handle the men, he has bigger things to worry about, he called Usopp as he was done and got his team here now before he's finished with his first task.

Loving the atmosphere changed into something more carnal, him and the stylist who was tasked to call out the first two people he’ll be talking and sharing some thoughts about their outfits.

He can escape Usopp’s rant about his poor choice of words at how he executed the whole speech, but was stopped when his and Usopp's name called out from the main door of the room.

Looking up the first thing he saw was his ordered wine, while Usopp saw danger as he recognized the person pushing a service cart filled with wine glasses, plates, bucket of ice, and different kinds of wine.

Sanji went up beside the cart and took his wine that the waiter opened up for him, chugging the wine straight from the tip of the wine. He ignored the friendly chatter from the waiter, the waiter must've known him from somewhere. 

He can bear the shit bitter taste and yet the lingering sweetness of the wine, he wasn't sure if he almost finished the whole thing inside not until Usopp stopped him by taking the bottle by its neck.

One of his talents is drinking a lot of wine and still sober, he tells that more to himself.

He finally looked at the waiter and stared at him a little too close and too long, the waiter was blushing. Then something clicked on his mind.

"Oh, I allowed you to fuck my face in front of my apartment door."

Oh look at that blush.

"Sanji!" Usopp suddenly called him out.

"Geez okay fine," He looked at the waiter and looked back at Usopp, "Our apartment. You happy now?"

"You can't just say things like that!"

"I whispered it out." 

Usopp just cried out and started pushing the guy away. The waiter started reasoning out and telling them the real situation, the waiter must've felt the stares from the others and his boss, associates and close friends.  

Sanji took the distraction as he grabbed a handful of grapes, a bucket of ice, and his wine. Balancing it with perfection— all his hardwork and dedication from being a waiter paid off, he told a spaced out designer which she was watching the whole fight that was about to happen. 

"Mon chéri , would you be so kind to let the first person on my list be in my office." 

"Shameless, just shameless Vinsmoke."

Sanji saw red after what the mafia wannabe claimed, he kicked the man's face but was blocked with his gun, he retracted his steps and again tried a new tactic by swiftly kicking him from below. Bege must've seen it coming, so watching his lower body change and morphed into tank treads made him amazed and seconds later screamed in pain. Recovering from the impact, he watched the man go back at the room's couch and brought out his own treats. 

"You should tell your boys that you're fine." The man took his fedora hat off, his man with a tattoo on his forehead made him a drink without even ordering him. The man was tall for Sanji as he regained from the pain he stood up  and went up to the man who seemed to take a liking to him, not leaving his stare at the man even if he let out his long tongue. 

As if that disgusting thing will scare him off.Sanji eyed him up and down disrespectfully, he jerked his head to where his first client was and asked, "Is he also at the party?"

"Vito's my consigliere," stating like it's a fact and he should know it by now. "Gitto should be here also but he's with my beloved wife." He continued.

Sanji clicked his tongue and looked at the door, letting out a loud sound of exasperation. He finally made a decision and strode his way to the door. Abruptly opening the door, the first thing he saw was a man standing in the middle of the waiting room, with straw circling him and his outward behavior just screams fear.

Sanji saw danger and his first instinct was to attack, but something or some of his memory tells him to walk slowly and drags a cigarette.

"And what happened to my calm and collected rice?" He asked calmly, watching the man retract his power back. 

"I dislike that nickname," The man has unusual yet tattoos that compliments his whole manner. How he carries himself with it just amazes Sanji. "And how unruly the others are." 

"Oh? where are they?" He looked at the door to where the others are. He rolled his eyes at the straws covering the whole door of the waiting room to where Usopp was.

"Let the production team in."

"Some people didn't agree."

Now that surprised him, so the two of his first clients were the secretive type. After hearing that small detail his brain hurt a bit and he managed to take a hold of something, which was the man's forearm.

Looking up, he sneered at him. Reacting like he touched something burning, was about to let go however the man had other plans. He felt the straws wrapped around his wrist, raising his arms up. Sanji tried  to kick the man but his ankles were wrapped with the man's straw. 

"Did your cards tell you to do this too?"

His words must've hit something, the man's mouth curved upward just a bit of fraction. 

Sanji was blinking, imagining the man smiling and laughing because of him was such an empowering reward for him. Rummaging his memory to give him more of a particular attributes and part of the fact that he doesn't even know the guy,  by the looks of it the blonde man and his charming cold mysterious—

Well his invasion was uncalled but welcomed.

The sudden pair of lips against his own gave him a minute or two to finalize his brain that he was being kissed by a stranger that he or may not have met before. 

He made a startled grunt against his mouth, soon after he melted into the kiss. The man parts his lip on a sigh that Sanji feels his knees and spine go gooey from the action, blinded by lust he circles his arms on the man's shoulder, pulling himself further closer and trying his best to use his brain and make the clogs work.

This isn't the man, welp guess I'll add him to the 'Wish you were the guy that fucked me' list.

Feeling the man's arms wrap around his waist, shuddering in those arms, he presses himself closer. 

They must've been kissing too long to be disturb by Vito, with his gun being fired but was stopped with straws. 

Sanji sighed in exasperation and ordered the two to behave their dicks, "And you, take this—" Pointing at the straws blocking the door and the loud banging, "Before it breaks by my feet or their annoying sweat up balls from the ruckus and their idea of someone dying."

And I swear if they think I'm the one dying, they got another thing coming.

Watching the straw retracting back from the owner, he finally opened the door. He expected cameras, boom poles or shotgun microphones, instead men with no shirts and at the back are also some men watching him get piled up.

Then Usopp's team joined in.

"Ah Mr. Blackleg! We are so sorry, we were interviewing each and one of them." A femine voice tries to reason out as she tries to get the models off him.

Fuck you Usopp, using a woman to calm me down...  

" Mon chéri , I thank you for sweet kindness and I am grateful. Are you available this weekend?" He asked her as the men who piled on him were off of him. 

Stood up with her help, he worked her charm and smiled at her with his usual charisma and the 'Why-yes-I-love-to-make-you-fall-inlove' face. Just to agitate Usopp more, apparently also the models.

He felt a tug at first, ignoring as he watched the woman stutter and hold the scripts too tightly and making it crumple at her hands. Then he was just pulled back, feeling strong muscular arms around his frame and then another arm protectively on his shoulders. Trying to remove himself from the hold, he watched in horror as Ace talked to the woman and watched her with Usopp and the team go inside the waiting room.

Angry and devastated, he was about to scream on top of lungs at how shitty his situation was and he'll just leave and quit his job.

Fuck Ivankov. Fuck school, I don't even want to graduate. So fuck you shitty old men. Fuck rent, and specially you U-

"And what do you think are you doing?" A familiar suggestive voice said to his side and watching someone stretch his hand, holding his chin to make him tilt up and making him stare at those distinctive eye.

"Careful cook," Zoro said as he steps closer making their lips brush softly, teasing him "Keep that going and some might get the wrong idea."

"Shishishishi~ Yeah Sanji," Luffy casually walks up in front of him as Sanji aggressively removes his chin from Zoro's touch. "We might just kidnap you and keep you for ourselves." Luffy continues.

Why does that sound like they can ? 

He registered that later, the first thing that entered his brain was the straw hat wearing kid’s laughter. Distinguishable and dangerous, he was fucked. How you may ask? He swooned, with his knees starting to buckle leaning at their touch, their natural scent mixing all too familiar and too intoxicating. 

Making his other senses to just black out and yet very hyper-aware of the situation.

"Oh he'd beg for that, wouldn't you cutie?" Ace said oh so very too close at his ear and teasingly licked and nipped the tip of it.

"We don't share Sanji, but we could—" The way Ace says that between biting and playing his ear, Law's hands dangerously close at his crotch, and the three men watching him get wrecked and desperate almost made him give them what they want.

Almost.

"Ace please, wait your turn." A gentle voice with a devious glint on his eyes, Sanji remembers that scar on his face, he remembers touching it. Not entirely sure if did or did not give it light kisses.

Sabo took Sanji's hand, Sanji in his whole life never felt such a maiden as the blonde man kissed the top of his hand.

It just grates his dignity as a man and fuels his anger more.

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Sanji was a mess, his emotions were getting out of hand.

They're going to give me the most amazing gang bang that I'll surely be feeling it up right in my ass.

Also his boner and brain, but he wouldn't find any difficulty with that.

He dated some guys, that's an unknown fact if you asked him. He doesn't brag about this kind of thing, he's a raised gentleman and that kind of thing should be talked about in private. 

To love a woman all around the world should and will be loved. The beautiful lovely waitresses at the Baratie; his classmates with their scented perfumes lingering around, conversing with him, and fucking with him. It's a simple acceptance idea and thought. 

His mother and Reiju also deserve the former and definitely not the latter, mother never stop loving him, supporting him, and her overly motherly emotions. His sister might be the only daughter but she's not to be taken lightly. He remembered last time someone treated her lowly, the poor guy couldn't feel his dick and balls after that DIY poison. So it's more of a survival intuition to love her.

Nami-swan and Robin-chan are very much to be treated the same amount of in-between respect and love, he couldn't put a single explanation but he was sure it may be platonic friendship or relationship. With a hint of familial love.

And let's go at the men's portion. He wasn't influenced by Ivankov's environment, nor the people around him as he works his way at this gig. He was told he had a maiden heart, which it was debatable by his kicks and how he moves around with other men. 

He could give a whole day and night speech about how he hated men so much but at the same time he doesn't want to give a flying fuck about them either.

They're practically invisible in his eyes, well partially. They're easy on the eyes and straight-forward, unlike women they don't need any courting to fuck or get fuck. Not saying his reasons for worshipping and courting women is because of sex.

No it's more than that.

Men— oh boy.

Yeah, they're basically boys who don't know shit. Brute like the man with green hair, obvious and horny like this boy in front of him. With his hat and contagious smile, Sanji couldn't help but smile back and pull the boy's face close to his. Letting their lips brush, the closeness of their breath, Sanji watched the boy's lips parted. 

Giving in, he let Luffy meet him halfway of his intention, he sensed the others stopped at their tasks and watched them exchange saliva. 

Sorry for this but if you ask me, you should say sorry to me. You ain't what I'm looking for.

He bit Luffy's tongue hard, as soon Sanji distracted his capture's hold he backflips and gave them his attack.

"Party Table Kick Course."

Landing to Law's shoulder in a handstand, he gave them his ferocious kicks to their faces. Him and Law briefly made eye contact, then sent a powerful kick to his neck.

"Collier Shoot."

Sanji wasn't surprised when the man with fierce eyes— like the rest of the men here, did something with his hand and was gone in a blink of an eye.

Batting his eye for just a second, realizing he was in mid air then fire almost touched his face. He sends the pyromancer a kick forward, bringing the heel of his foot down on Ace's head.

"Concassé."

As he runs forward, he jumps again into the air and kicks Zoro's makeshift swords. Clicking his tongue when it didn't knocked out of his hold. Sanji dodges Sabo's attack. He sends a dual kick to Sabo and Luffy as they simultaneously attack him at his sides.

He's sure he couldn't win this fight, but he can distract them. He purposely lets Zoro pin him at the wall, the loud tug of his body and his loud moan made them look at him. 

"Congrats," He breathes out, slowly and making sure he was sweaty, head low and his was a dead giveaway that he was begging to be fucked.

"I'm waiting mossy, I've been very naughty ." He moans out.

Oh fuck I'm going to blame this on alcohol.

Teasing them as he begs, watching their hands move closer and twitch with desir—

To everyone's defense, Sanji played them well. So when the straws wrapped around their body and a scaly arm with sharp claws dragged them away from Sanji. 

Dodging the sudden attack, as soon his capture's hands were off him he back flips and looked at his saviours, 

more like cockblockers. 

"Finish your job." 

Then he's gone so were the straws wrap around him. Watching it fall down and turn into dust. Back to his office where the man in fedora had just finished getting interviewed by Usopp's crew.

He fixed himself in a subtle fashion and started doing his job. 

Ignoring the stares from his blatant display, well more like at Vito who was looming too close for Sanji's liking but didn't step away. If he did they might think he's weak,  he started doing what he was paid for.

Being a stylist and giving orders.

Looking at Bege— he got the name when he called him after his horrible fashion sense, he watched the man's face smirk in delight as he looked at his last outfit, Vito even stopped himself from cupping a feel at Sanji's ass to admire his boss.

"I can see why Ivankov chose you." Vito said, standing alongside Sanji at the back of everyone as they watched Bege talk in front of the camera while asking some questions and feedback about his clothing and choices. 

No one can hear their conversation.

Sanji faced Vito to look at him questionably and waited for him to continue the man's talk. Not getting any more information, he was about to lash at him and tell to hurry the fuck up. 

He has a lot of work to do, Vito's lucky enough to talk to him. He doesn't waste any time on any men he encounters. 

So when the man with huge hands and long tongue suddenly pinned him, hiding Sanji from the others even more. The man leaned closer, his hands against his neck with slow and patient soothing strokes, his thumb rubbing against his jawline.

"And the others chasing you." Vito says it like Sanji should be flattered, really he is but he wants a woman's heart not someone's ballsack.

"Need I remind you I ain't no lady?"

"Oh I know, so you must've liked it rough? Dragging you to bed with my arms around while leaving you marks? And just fucking you on bed with no preparation?"

Oh, it's that what he's been giving his whole charade is.

"You know," 

Just ignore his statement, it doesn't concern you. 

"You're only good at two things." He circles his hands around the man's neck making Sanji rose when Vito lift him up with his other arm, "With that body of yours?" Sanji continues, ending it with a mockingly click of his tongue. 

Vito only laughed and asked "And that is?" 

"Killing and sex."

Vito only laughed harder and placed his face on Sanji's neck, Sanji was confused for a second and groaned after. 

"I ruined the moment didn't I?"

"Just remembered something." 

"Yeah? well story of my life."

He barely registered the tongue sliding inside his shirt, snapping back to reality he leaned at the man's actions and focused at how the tongue lap from his chest to his groin. Dangerously close to his semi-hard dick, teasing Sanji more.

"You should really settle your priorities." Sanji said between his shallow low deep breaths.

"Vito." 

That made Vito stop, he reluctantly removed himself and fixed his pants and shirt. Sanji was laughing then mad at the fact he got cock-blocked for more than two times, he thought about Zeff's hairy legs and his balls. 

It was an accident when he was just finished cooking for the lunch hour and Zeff just got back from the market, Sanji was brain dead so he didn't realize he went to the wrong room and let's just say he didn't like the view. But he'd give Zeff respect for having a dick that big.

Welp, that memory always gives me an acid trip.

Finally recovering, his mind may be unconscious but his body wasn't. It was on auto-pilot, fixing his stuff from the kit and removing every pin and measuring tape on his clothing. His body must've sensed that people were leaving his office and in the waiting room, senses also are back. Perception back, he realized Usopp was talking to him the whole time.

"What'd you say?"

"Stop being a hoe, someday you're gonna be at some TLC video for all the old men you've been dating."

"And I here I thought you're going to support and give me unconditional love like the good friend that you are." Sanji said dryly.

He flipped Usopp off and went to his desk and started typing an email to his team to send in the next client. He doesn't need Usopp's nagging right now, he went to the table to where his forgotten wine was. Taking it by the neck, he drank the whole bottle down. Ignoring his friend once again.

"Seriously Sanji, drinking at only—" Usopp stops to look at his phone, "Afternoon. You're drinking at broad sun-ish with rain falling down. You should be drinking hot chocolate, not that."

"Anyway shitstain." He breathed, putting the wine down back at the table with discarded food and Bege's calling card. He'll surely pay Bege a visit again with how he treated the food on the table.

Taking the card and putting it in his pocket, he finally faced his friend's annoyed face. Facing him with his giddy expression, taking out his favorite cigarettes in his back pocket on his pants—

"No, I know what you're doing and it's a no Sanji." 

Sanji sighed in defeat and went back to his desk. "I'm drinking myself to comatose because I'm literally in close proximity of obnoxious, a head of penis— with their arrogant ass flaunting to each other, and just plain as day being an absolute batshit prick.”

Usopp rolled his eyes to him as he fixes his lenses, Sanji wasn’t sure if he saw through all the bullshit or maybe Sanji's brain can't function at all in that kind of environment.

Lack of feminine touch or their touch. 

And no, he's not desperate.  

Looking at his email once again, he was shock and delighted to see a catalog, mood boards, and ready to wear outfits from the man—

"Basil Hawkins?" He reads the name out loud.

"Yeah the guy with tattoos on his face, blonde hair, and scary eyes." Usopp shivered. "Why?"

"Well he just sent me his measurements, his type of outfits, and just going to meet him at his studio or something."

"You do know he's from Eygpt right?"

"Why my dear friend, of course I fucking don't."

"Lower your PMs, all of them came her from other countries."

Sanji expected that, "So what happens? This is a huge half year project, not suprised there." He lays down on a elegant white elegant lounge chaise with stones decorated on its wooden legs and armrest only on one side. 

He felt a hot spontanious touch from his forearm, surprised at the persons bold move. He realised he was at some VIP room, he remembered getting invited and gladly accepted the offer from a woman with pink hair.

"My apologies, you are not yourself. I was merely concerned at how silent you are."

Sanji chuckled at how serious the man was in this kind of environment.

"It's fine," Taking pride at how he talks. He was sure he drank the whole variety of liqiour at this exclusive club. He stopped counting from his fifth drink from Usopp's acquiantance, he was sure they were at the ground floor. 

And meeting people like this fine man, with perfect hair and perfect face. He fucking bet his in the upper floor.

"—She just left the boy here."

Oh fuck that person, whoever said that hope they get rimmed.

After that he could only remember a pole, the music and Usopp dragging him away while apologising.

Sanji awed at the revelation, shaking his head at the memory he took the tablet from the desk and ordered his assistant to get the next client in here.

"Don't you have to record someone? A sex scandal or something.," He said casually, "By the way, I'm literally surrounded by men, my blood pressure can't handle that shit." 

"You're just a pervert and seeing a man's penis just isn't enough for you? And my crew will be interviewing the Hancock siste—" Ussop didn't even finish his sentence, Sanji was dragging him outside. 

Boa is the Goddess, he even knows her measurements by just looking at her. Sanji never wanted to be step on so hard in his entire life by a woman that can you into stone.

Literally.

He'd even let her do anything to him freely, won't be complaining at all. He'll be so proud of himself to be close to her. 

And his friend got the opportunity before him, which was unfair. 

God has his favorites.

"Sanji stop!" 

"No, in my whole entire life— and I know you know this dipshit, she's the epitome of beauty, elegance, exquisiteness of perfection, like the Greek Goddess of love but much much more. All my life I striven to worship God's gi—"

"I get it but you can't just come with me!"

"Oh you're being selfish? All the shit I did for you and you're jus—"

"No! Because she's a spoiled, deranged self-centered woman," Usopp reasons as he removes himself out of his hold. "She doesn't like men, you think your hatred for men can't match anyone here on earth? Well think again Sanji." He huffed out the last one as soon as the blonde man let go.

Sanji watched his friend recover from their brash and immature brawl, they were at the edge of the office door if someone opened the damn thing they'd see their lack of professionality at their job.

"Please, let's just do our job."

"You're the one who attacked me first!"

"Oui."

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"Robin-chan!" Calling her in a Japanese manner. Mature women love being called like that, making them feel young after all.

"Robin!" Usopp joins in at the blonde's surprised face, " Robin ." He puts more weight at the last part with much distraught volume. 

Sanji ignores Usopp's cries about her being a bad person, how can she be evil? With how she puts herself in front of everyone, her cute sense of morbid humor. Sanji knew that kind of personality, yes she can kill you with just her hands but her child-like imagination of how she describes something is uniquely fascinating to him.

He isn't picky about women and food.

"What brings you here my sweet blossom?" He asked. Taking the tray of arranged fruits and biscuits he offered to her with a smile, getting a gentle approval he took a small plate and started fixing it for Robin.

"I heard from a certain someone that you've been quite озорной ." She gives Sanji a knowing glance and a chuckle. 

The two men looked at her with confused faces, Robin smiled at them both. Sanji felt like she knew something's going to answer them coincidentally or someone will.

And in less than a second, the office door opened up by a bunch of men that do not interest Sanji whatsoever.

No woman in tow, Sanji ignores them and starts to ask her but was cut off from the group who just went inside with no manners.

"Nico Robin means to tell you that you've been quite recalcitrant Mr. Blackleg."

Ah fucking what?

Sanji moves away from Robin as Usopp makes a gesture to follow him beside the huge window, as he walks to his friend he sees his design team looking startled and quickly starting to do their work. 

Assuming the people inside the room were important, he tells himself to use the computer from his desk to organize the whole thing down.

Memorizing their body physique and their persona as they let the designers do their job, the leader coldly staring at him— Sanji presumes he's the boss. 

Tanned muscular man with his head shaved, round eyes, unibrow, big lips and a scar on his right eye makes it quite a feature to him. Next are uninteresting for him, frail-looking build and a number three shape of his hair. Beside him is a tall, dark-skinned man with dreadlocks. Lastly a blonde huge man, with a dog in a realistic tank suit. 

That last part was interesting.

Gold, first thing he saw was a vast amount of gold hanging from the ceiling to the floor. He's sure this room is for someone, Doflamingo wouldn't spend this much just for himself. Curtain of gold after gold, enthralled like the sensation of difficult awareness. 

He drank too much alcohol if he thinks gold makes him high.

Circling around it, swaying his whole body with every cold thrilling weight of gold. Fluorescent light blinds his nescience, not knowing the discernment of apprehension.

Is he getting turned on by it? Fuck is he actually high?

Hearing voices around him, finally gaining some senses to what the fuck is going.

He might just earn a promotion, if Ivankov saw his performance that is and disappointment to his family.

Luckily the latter isn't here to watch him get humped by a piece of uncut ore.

Now he’s positively sure that memory isn't his, at all.

"Earth to Sanji?"

Snapping out from his god awful stupor, didn't realize he was in front of his friend with a tablet in his hands. He held out his hand to stop his friend from questioning his soul searching spiritual force, he opened the log book and the list of guests. 

He watched an error notification blare it's colors and idle animation, he clicked his tongue and finally looked at his friend.

"I know," He paused. "They ain't mine." 

Usopp looked away for a second and back to his friend. He was about to say something but he just let out a huge sigh. He just jerked his head to the window, Sanji followed the movement and saw below a bunch of people walking with umbrellas open. Rain was still there, couldn't understand his friend's point of making him walk up here and just watch people get their day ruined from the rain like him.

"Melodrama isn't?" Robin's question made them look at her from where she is. Still sitting patiently, arm's placed at her thighs and face relaxed yet body posture isn't.

"My boss wasn't happy with what you did Mr. Chef," She says "Do not fret at my sudden entrance here, but to them on the other hand." Trails off. Watching the closed door to where people should be, Sanji thought.

"As soon as the designers started fixing their outfit, they left. You are quite charming even if certain people want your head served in a silver platter roasted to perfection." Robin continued.

She stood up from her seat, walking up to them with a presence that follows her around; fear and grace.

Sanji waited for her with hearts in his eyes, legs turning jelly as Robin finally was in their space. 

Usopp scoots a bit to him, making Sanji look at him with repulsion. But he let him. He'd be lying if he denies that he, himself, wasn't scared at Robin's presence.

"So Sanji, who's your type?" Giving Sanji her iconic smile.

He felt every hair stand at the back of head down to his ass crack, shifting his weight on his feet. Attempting to alleviate the pressure of each of their contact, his movements feel like they can make a loud sound. The sudden craned of his neck, eyes blinking rapidly, so he had no way of confirming his assertion.

"Sanji listen, We don't have much time. You have every opportunity to turn back, but time is running out here."

He knew the implications of being allowed to be close to her, listening to such an important person in front of him. It spoke volumes to just how much Robin trusts and her feelings for him.

"You don't have to worry." His voice trails down, his situation wasn't even that too grave to the point that it should be addressed at a corner of the club with a busted light and no person in sight.

"It will not do you good, the men who indulge your whole warmth, laughter, the selfishness of a person who values the variable erratic, forever changing, and unpredictable looking for something remarkable."

"And that's not me." He swallows down. “I’m not someone’s type.”

"I— I might humor you Mon chéri, however I did nothing out of the ordinary." He said. " That my preference will be brought up." uttering in the end.

Robin only laughed back, Sanji thinks he did a good job at not telling her the real reason why he's been flirting with the other models.

Or his face just says it all.

"Dude, you're sweating and red faced. Did she poison you?"

Sanji glared at him.

He moved away from the both of them and crossed his arms on his chest, legs shaking and hands twitching. He badly needs a smoke, he wasn't like this when he just stops smoking for a minute, it's only been an hour. Bege has a fucking cigar but unlit, so why can't he have one? Lollipops tend to get the job done but it wasn't enough. His mind has been acting up too many memories. 

Sitting down, he took the tablet and waited for it to open as he put the password in. 

The long nose and Robin-chan were talking about something, Usopp's expressions turned spooked to 'get-me-out-of-this-Sanji' while Robin still had a poker face smile. Sanji took his time to watch his friend deny and get scared over something Robin-chan says.

Something pinged, the tablet makes a high-pitched ringing sound to alert the blonde man about a new message from his email. 

Looking down he read the whole message. It just talks about another model coming in, this person's from Turkey. With a height and muscles to bite for, arms and legs he begs, and a face that he can tell easily this person's a stoic one.  

The other person requests to be at his palace or something. Like the rest of the pompous assholes he knows.

"Mr. Sanji, would you be so kind as to accompany me to the ladies dressing room?"

Robin had him at the word 'Mr.' 

Sanji just needs to shut his friend up with a kick on the stomach.

Really why is he ruining his favorite things in life? 

Sanji opened the door for Robin-chan and quickly took off, not even letting Usopp get outside the office. 

Ignoring the stare from the other stylists and make-up artists of his crew, after he told them he'll be on a break. The models inside the room were once again looking at them, trying his best to mask up his face with a full calm and stoic appearance. 

"And why are you going to take a break right now wa yo?"

The disgusting one has spoken.

Bentham was in Sanji's own words, a piece of shit and still is. 

"Not surprised Ivankov let your piss poor sorry ass touch one of my models," He says as he fixes his shirt and the tight hold grip from his long nose friend. "I'm taking my break now because your tasteless choices might need another retouching later tonight." Sanji continued, he winked at the unlucky model who soon will realize his unfortunate disappearance.

But of course Sanji wouldn't know that.

Robin took Sanji's chin to stop the staring before it got out of hand. His confused face didn't help the situation at all. But thank the lucky stars Bentham didn't back down.

"Sorry cutie-boy, you may be in charge here—" The tall man walks to him on his toes, walking in a ballet. "But we both know I'm the one who feeds you by my own manicured hands." He taunts.

"Oh boo fucking hoo," Sanji bites his inside cheek to calm himself down, he can't just let his anger act up again. "Those AIDs infested hands of yours didn't even come near me."

"You still have that horrible ungirly vocabulary. No matter, as you get back we'll talk about it more wa yo."

"No no, as your boss I think I need to know my team's complaints and suggestions," Sanji calmly replied, however his body language is very opposite to his voice. "Exercise ourselves to develop the team fucking spirit."

"Cutie-boy," Bentham calls him as he fixes someone's clothes. "Didn't know you're an Exhibitionist, badly want everyone to know why?." He smiled at the end.

"I think they saw enough, three months ago." Looking idly everywhere but in front of him.

He doesn't remember shit, his memories still having a summer break with a bull-coco-shit-nut gargling in his brain. If he said something more than he intended to, he might get into deeper dogshit. Positively he kissed and categorized half of the men in his list that they aren't the ones that got Sanji's ass plowed. 

What did he do those couple of months?

He really can't ask anyone for help, he can't ask shit. He's a gentleman that can do everything for any woman in his company. Sanji spoon feeds his own self pride to gluttony. His views are vast to types of gender and he even met some beautiful women but has the same dick. Scary part is, theirs are bigger.

Sanji looked at the tall man with a stupid make-up with his stupid grinning face, with his stupid 'know-it-all' expression.

"Such a disaster that you are."

"You know what's a disaster? Your father couldn't even wipe his regret on the bed sheet."

Having the last argument, his friends finally got him away from Bentham.

Robin and Usopp kept Sanji sane, conversing to one another as they encourage to get a little bit of a good mood out of him. Listening to the both of them calms his urges to do his daily dose of cancer sticks, Sanji just couldn't let the memories settle down and watched it in full twenty-four ultra high-definition. The first thing that came to his mind when he stepped in this building was to be with beautiful ladies and maybe have a date with them after. Second was just folding clothes and getting bossed around, third was just work, sleep, go to university, and repeat.

Not finding out who dicked him.

He bets it wasn't even a good drunk sex or passionate even, maybe the guy has a micro penis dick? He gets a bit low in his standards when he's single, horny, and drunk. Just twenty-one things.

Ew, that's just wrong.

Ivankov did give him a tablet— that witch's a pervert with all that stocking and latex it wears, he's positive there's some information about the men he'll encounter.

If only it were women, but he'll get called a sex offender again.

"You remembered the allegations again?"

Sanji saw his concerned friend again, he felt Usopp's hand grip in reassurance at his shoulder. He gave him a cringed face that made his friend laugh. 

"You were lucky the security cameras caught you." Usopp said.

"Was this about the feud between the Charlotte family and the Vinsmoke family?" Robin chimes in. 

And a lot of paperwork.

Sanji got caught in the conversation between 'feet and arm jenga game to top ten watch mojo conspiracy theories.' About to answer but got cut off when he heard a woman's low cry.

"I'm sorry Robin-chan, I think I hear—"

"Don't worry, this is the reason why I stole you." She said.

Sanji doesn't want to ask any further after she gave him a smile to die for. He can feel his feet getting jelly and his eyes turning hearts, so he let her take him.

Usopp wasn't having it apparently.

"Robin, I know you just want to help but its—"

Both of them decided to ignore him.

Chapter Text

 I think he knows why Usopp was stopping him

"Stop flirting with my Luffy."

He was informed a bit too late. 

Sanji took every kick and punch he received from Boa Hancock herself, with her lightning speed moves, both of his friends couldn't defend him. 

But he was sure both of them knew this would happen.

Coughing and turning his whole body to let him lay down on his back. He look at the crystalized chandelier with a fine cut-glass dish, wax candles lit up the whole thing,perfected upholstery, Victorian gilt silver, and they way it sways with how much the goddess let her anger to him.

Why is it getting closer? Oh, Hancock threw the huge light that can and definitely will kill me.

Should he really dodge it?

No, he doesn't really. But Nami-swan apparently has other plans.

She pushed Usopp to where he was and got caught in the process of him scrambling away from the incoming danger.

"He didn't do anything at all!"

"Oh please, I have eyes. You low-life."

"You wanna go Boa? Did you or did you not forget that I'm the one who holds Luffy on a leash."

"How dare you ."

Women are fighting over him, he must be in heaven.

"Dude, this ain't no time to get high over them. You need to go away, now."

"The fuck you mean me? I'm the only one who needs to leave?" Standing up with his hands brushing up his shirt and pants, he looked at Robin and gave her a smile. "You— and just fucking you, here? With these lovely ladies? Ha—" Looks back to his traitorous friend.

"À bientôt." He says defeated,  Sanji looked at Robin with Mrs. Russian. Who he helped and took care of, after she got mistreated with their designers.

A while ago.

The first thing he stepped inside the room, he got pulled in by one of Ivankov's employees. He was about to flirt with them but then he noticed something, he saw someone he didn't know they'd meet again.

Charlotte Pudding to be exact.

He just courted the beautiful lady, he couldn't date her— age reasons, and for the fact that she's a Charlotte and Sanji's really not into commitments yet. 

Met at one of father's gala, Pudding was angelic and beautiful as her personality was. But not long after at the back of the castle's gardens, because of Reiju's intuition Pudding truly showed her emotions and intention.

With all of the red flags and warning signs, he still showered her with love and attention. Like a modern day Romeo and Juliet, hiding their relationship from their family; scared of their disapproval and addicted to the thrilling sensation that someday they'll defend their love for one another

Sadly it ended very quickly when he saw her brothers and sisters.

He never felt so horn— horrified in his life.

The looks he was getting from Pudding way across the room that was clearly filled with her sisters— thankful to God because they didn't notice him yet, it was something between a sad acceptance and blushing arrogance.

He gave her a small smile and before he could say anything to her, one of the designers told him about someone shaming a not so someone at the other huge room filled with dresses that's way more worth your own blood and soul.

Finally at the destination, he noticed there were few ladies around here. He was now in the private room of the huge room.

A woman in a small platform in front of huge mirrors, as he went closer he could hear their conversation— more like the woman in a dress that's clearly not her sense of style nor the acquired taste in her personality.

Coughing to alert the two women, the designer's annoyed face turned to surprise then nervousness.

Well someone's aware enough they've been a bit bitchy.

"Thank you, but I think I can handle it from here." He told the two ladies by his side and gently pulled their hold off him.

As the two left and the only people are the two women in front of him and Robin-chan surrounded with flowing sakura petals as she sits down taking her time to look around with a knowing look at her sharp eyes.

Stopping himself from ogling at how amazing Robin's teleportation was, he walked with two strides and took the sniffling woman's hand. Letting her slowly down the platform. Leading her to one of the dresses he confidently knows that it will suit the woman.

"Is your husband here?" He asked.

The woman questioned him on how he knows, with shock in her eyes then realization of laughter when Sanji pointed out the ring on her finger.

As Sanji let her sit down at another luxurious fancy lounge chaise, he started looking around at the assorted dresses hanging in the room.

"I presumed you were with—?"

"The Donquixote Financial Corp." She said, "My husband's a banker." She giggled at the end, Sanji felt dejected but restrained himself so he could give her a smile and awe.

"Homey."

"Yes and very traditional."

"Speaking of rich and warm simplicity," He cheerily says, handing out his chosen clothing for the woman. "Here and tell me if you want to try something more." 

"But— won't I feel too stand-out-ish?" The woman reluctantly took it, "And it's too expensive in the eyes." She finishes. 

"Oh don't worry, everything you see here is free—" Because Doffy already paid for it, "for you to use and about standing out? Oh Mon chéri , you'll be a timeless element of fairness." He added a charming wink making her giggle.

She went her merry way to the dressing screen, he turned around and went to Robin-chan with the designer who left quickly after seeing him going to their place.

"Hello dearest, I appreciate what you're trying to do. But however I think your company won't appreciate me mendling at their families."

"I know." Robin smiled.

Oh no, she's teaching him a lesson. 

"I just went to their party mon chéri , nothing more nothing less." 

"When will you realize your consent will not matter to them?"

 "Well, it will matter for I don't give two shit—"

"Mr. Cook, I cherish you deeply. I got you out once and I can do it again."

Sanji doesn't need any more plot here, God please just let him find the guy who did or did not give him the best or the worst bang in his sexless life.

About to reply to her cryptid message, his name was being called. Excusing himself, he went to his model.

And seeing her in the dress he picked out wasn't much to a surprise that it really looked good on her.

"An off-shoulder empire waist gown, features a sheer cinch under your chest. Providing an ample room for your baby bump."

"Wha—" 

"Glamorous puff silk sleeves, straight embellished skirt in a delicate all over lime beading. And White Sapphire crystals on the rim of your top, like the classic Margarita drink." He winks.

Sanji wasn't getting any replies, he then realized he just dropped something very important. He started apologizing when he realized the woman started crying.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't realize until it was too late I—"

"It's fine you idiot." She says giggling to stop her tears from falling down. "I'm elated to be a mother and everytime someone points it out I just get emotional."

Sanji sighed in relief.

"How'd you know I have a bump?"

"A mother's glow." He said simply.

And a lot of slap in the face when he realizes he's been flirting and a real quick rejection to a pregnant woman.

Russian gave him a raised trimmed eyebrow, with a side smile then started teasing him about  his husband being the jealous type.

As if he knew about that, Gin was such a patient man—being the more mature one in the relationship, he would be so understanding of Sanji's sleep deprived school and work schedule.

Too bad Gin cheated on him with work.

How can he be so selfish to reason out that he wants to end the relationship because Sanji’s getting in the way of Gin’s promotion.

Gin was the first guy to ask him out. In a very old fashioned way, so old fashioned even his personality was. What he can remember was that he tried to bring the best out of Gin, the late night talks that end up Sanji boring him because Gin isn’t really into new trends like him. Sanji plans every date they can together, but just ends up Gin canceling the date or Gin walking in a very stalker distance. Gin was the first to say they should live together and not even a week Gin randomly declares they should break up. 

Of course Bob the builder Sanji turned into saint Sanji. 

Sanji told no one about their relationship, he wasn’t sure if he hid it well but his brothers and sister didn’t raise any suspicion to him. Even if he gets blacked out with Usopp with their usual roommate binge and drink friday nights, he doesn't say anything and he’d know when Usopp knows. Because Usopp will ask him the next morning for confirmation. 

Zeff on the other hand though, they did get to know each other when Patty threw him away. Patty could’ve told Zeff and maybe not. 

And that made it worse for him and better for Gin, Sanji tried to bottle up his emotions by distracting him with his work and studies. But he realizes he deserves the respect and dignity like any other person who gave all their heart and time, even if they’re a piece of shit.

He should get a pat on the back for not bawling his snot and tears away right now for remembering Gin and proclaiming his regret and wanting things back with Pudding. 

“Do you want to meet my husband and his colleagues? They’re quite your type of a company.” She winks at him. 

Sanji’s thoughts were cut off and before he could even deny the invitation Robin cut him off. 

"You look amazing Ms. Russian." Robin said cutting their happy moment, "As much as I love to appreciate and chat with you more, I need my beloved friend here to help with Lola and Chiffon's gown." She continued.

Son of a fucking bitch, a Charlotte.

Chapter Text

After he met the Charlotte twins— friends with Nami-swan, at one of the reserved rooms with an ill-mannered fashion designer or in Nami-swan’s words ‘an actual skank who thinks being a piece of garbage is a personality.’

He then got carried away from his actual job at being the head of design for men to helping Nami-swan and Robin-chan’s closest friends who weren’t getting the same treatment as the others. 

And getting close to them means he also lowers his guard, because women don't want men to make them feel uncomfortable and patronize them. He just mostly agrees and thinks his words thoroughly before saying it, tells them straight up no if they chose something that does not match up. Instead he chooses something better and signifies to them much more. And knows his distance and when to get close to them. 

He’d still get nosebleeds but with his experience, he can easily hide it from them. 

Did he say he lowers his guard? Because when he says he lowers them, he actually meant it. 

To give an example, he didn’t notice the Boa Hancock with her charming sisters charging their way to him and giving him a painful heel on the face making him fly and getting catched by Robin’s powers.

That’s basically how it went all downhill.

Nursing his broken nose and everything that hurts like someone’s performing a drive-by to him again for making a wanna be boss shit his pants for disrespecting the restaurant’s food.

Prays and begs that maman and Reiju won’t notice, he was doing the walk of shame to his office that may or may not be a challenge. If hell’s getting guarded in greek and that means so is his office. And before you can even go inside, you’ll meet—

“Cutie-boy!”

Sanji sighed, he can’t keep up with the charred longer.

Bentham’s already holding his favorite cigarette pack as he marches to him and takes a firm grip to his wrist then pulls him inside his office. 

Bentham made him sit down and look up to him, watching him turn his face sour and disapproving.

“Didn’t I just tell you not to touch me?” He lamely says to break the stretching silence when Bentham looks at the damage. He only got a small smile. 

“Straw-chan’s lover?”

Shit.

So the kid’s with the goddess.

This is absolute hell for him.

He’s feeling the numbness from the revelation instead of his dislocated shoulder.

“I know, Boa’s lucky.” Bentham said dreamily. 

Apparently his pained face made Bentham think he was jealous of Boa. 

Maybe, but he did get a kiss from Boa’s bf.

It’s not really something to brag about. 

Sanji can feel his moral compass leaving his body and the guardian angel above him points a gun at him. 

Bentham must've finished looking at his bruises or getting enough touch before Sanji swats the professional care and affectionate touch. 

Bentham almost killed him when they first met.

He was nineteen and Bentham was in his golden age of drag queen. He learned the embarrassing way of knowing them and sooner he’s getting dragged into it, he’s still in denial but that’s how the Okama’s like it.

A Tsundere? 

Anyway, Sanji got a beating when he said they should beat him instead of the woman who verbally abused one of the performers. When they watched him stood up from where he got beaten up and sat back on the table where the woman—whom he's been dating and suggested watching drag queens perform was a good plan for their first date. Was waiting and then verbally abused Sanji for embarrassing her to the community she loves and left him not long after.

Bentham was the first to give him the punch and the first person to give him a helping hand. Bentham then promised he’ll give Sanji a good fight that’ll be worth it.

“She finally found out what Straw-chan's ‘business trip’ was,” Bentham stood up and took a glass and a pitcher of water, as he poured down he said “He’s friends are no better too.” Bentham handed over the glass to him. 

“So spill wa yo.” Bentham orders him, “And stop with the fakeness, I know you accept and love us.” Betham winks at him and Sanji lets out a chuckle and takes the man’s hands, holding for reassurance. 

“You whore, you know I treat everyone real.” And he does, his running gag won’t last long anyway. “But anyway, I just have to finish this shit and I’ll be fine. I just got mixed up in the wrong crowd anyway or yet I don’t think anyone’s being real to me.” He raised his eyebrows to Bentham, he got quite a reaction and Bentham started to sweat and looked like he got caught.

“So you spill wa yo.” Sanji says.

“Hey get your own material wa yo~” Bentham says and lets out a shaky breath.

Sanji only gave him a smirk. 

“Okay fine, they got you into this.” Bentham pauses for dramatic effect “Honestly, you're just going back to Kamabakka Kingdom in Japan with Ivankov’s private jet this weekend, and I should be the head of design and director. But Ivankov got a pretty good sponsor.” Bentham finally spills, as he removes his hands from Sanji’s hold he takes a seat at the chair’s armrest and continues “And it’s not you, it’s them. They want you—”

“This may come to shock you but I ain’t an award, I’m a student who needs to pay his shared rent—”

“As if they’d care what you think.” Bentham scoffs.

“Well they fucking should—”

“Cutie-boy, I’ve been friends with Straw-chan long enough and he isn’t a shonen character— and I know you know that you big nerd, he can and will own you.” Bentham took hold of his hands and clasped them together with his ugly puppy dog eyes, Sanji was about to reply when Bentham had a revelation and said, “Unless, you do want to be owned.”

“Oh fuck off, removed that horny smirk of yours you fucking waste of air.”

“My theory’s almost there, cuz that’s a horrible comeback wa yo~.” Bentham snickers and moves away to dodge a kick on the head. 

Bentham left him soon after he threatened him if he watched him change behind the dressing screen and told him he needed to get to work. 

He won’t be having any models yet, the others were already done with their shoots and meeting Sanji, so he’ll be seeing them for not another month or if they called him personally to come for a change of wardrobe or needs his advice for the outfit they’ll need for a certain event.

He started assorting and scheduling dates for every outfit that will be used and reserved some of the locations, not even a full ten minute he started doing his homework and pinning recipes as much as he can. 

He knew he got carried away with his assignment about different conversions and measurements from different country when he didn’t realizes someone saw his unorganized desk filled with papers and his backpack and kit—which surprises him how it got there he assumes it was Usopp, cluttered with utensils and a portfolio with his original recipes and his worksheets picking out off it, and the cigarette butts piling on the ashtray. 

Sanji just waved off the intruder and told them to give him a minute to fix himself. Underlining the answer, he stretched himself until he heard a pop, taking the tablet from the piled papers above it.

He didn’t get any messages or emails from anybody that someone wants to see him, so when he looks up to see the large man staring at him with his arms crossed and his one hand flipping a jelly bean, wearing a casual leather jacket and jeans. But what made it interesting was the huge scarf hiding half of his face, Sanji can see a scar stretching on both sides of his face.

“May I help you with something?” Sanji questions the man.

The man nodded and just stared at him again.

Sanji’s losing patience and was about to email someone to get rid of the man in front of him so he can go back to his work, but when the man moves around his seat he lowers himself by placing his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together. Making the man’s demeanor small and cooperative. Like he was born to observe and know his cards right, he will make you plague to your own downfall. 

“Are you reconsidering the offer of the Charlotte family?”

He was lost.

He knew he shouldn’t have drank himself to a coma at the Doffy’s jet and drinking again here in his party was another bad choice of life.

And now could not tell if he’s really tiny or the one staring at him was thrice his size. 

Sanji can only tell it was a person when he heard it chuckle.

“So this humor you?”

“It does.”

“Staring me to death won’t make the crowd go wild.” He says as he looks around to locate the door if shit went south. Apparently they’re not in a room or the fact he’s just acknowledging another party goes around them. They were at the club. 

Apparently with a kitchen in the center, who put that thing there?

“So I just walked up to you and stood here like an idiot?” Sanji asks as he puts his chin on his knuckles and looks up. “Did it throw you off? I’m not a fan, just blacked out drunk is all.” 

Something twisted in his gut when he heard the chuckle from the man again or it was the alcohol talking in his stomach.

“Yes, you did.” He says in such a rough deep voice.

Sanji felt himself shiver when the man just kept staring at him.

Someone walked up to his side, purposely bumping him which made him lose his balance a bit. Sanji was about to give them a bit of manners and a kick to the face but the person was already begging for forgiveness on the floor and crying the name ‘Charlotte’ over and over again. Alarming bells rang to his head. The man sitting in front of him was now standing up— even with that customized couch for every of Charlotte’s children with their freakish height and envious body physique makes them huge. In front of him is a perfect example that can make every size queen have a stroke just by looking down on them.

But not this one.

Sanji apparently earned some respect from the man.

The son of Charlotte Linlin or any of her own children will never lower themselves to anybody.

But he doesn’t need any more protection and regaining his honor; he can do that by himself. 

“You quite catched a lot of eyes today with your performance.” He says as he walks away, “I left a letter at the table.” He commands with much authority, making Sanji grit his teeth. 

Sanji was about to snap but Usopp dragged him away from the upcoming disaster. 

Didn’t notice the person on the floor lifeless and was getting carried away. 

Getting an offer to work for them as an executive chef and from her children herself is quite flattering and gives his mind a bit of ache.

The memories just keep going, there was a contest at the club and he won.

“Yeah about that, I lost all the contacts from your family. And the money went straight to my rent.” He sheepishly says with him scratching the back of his head. “For a second though I thought it was a letter for me staying the fuck away from Pudding-chan. And about the money I can't promise you that I'll be paying it—” 

“So do you accept?” The large man tilts his head, making Sanji stop from his lame excuses, for such a big strong baddy, he has those childish features. Something in those eyes made Sanji walk closer to him, placing his hands on each side of the man’s face tracing the scars with delicate touches, he’s literally taking chances here. 

That point of not giving a shit that I even wasted their money was immature; or really they're just loaded.

“No.” Sanji says in a tender voice.

He knew it wasn’t the right answer, the man’s face tensed up and his eyebrows were creasing downward. So he continued.

“For such a loyal son and inspiring brother, you can be quite selfish.” Sanji says, placing his hands at the man’s hair. “Linlin has nothing to do with this, she hates the living shit out of me and we both know it.” He continues. 

“You want me all for yourself?” He hums with swift movement, he removes the scarf in ease and pulls the man’s hair down to expose some neck. “Tell me my sweet commander, how much can yourself devote to me?” Sanji leaves trails of kisses down to his neck then nipping the collarbone. 

Thank God. Thank God he’s into me, I don’t know how, but fuck the devil’s luck on me. I’ll savor the lust’s luck as much as the fuck I can.

“How much?” He said after a minute, “ How much do you want me?”

The large man sighed, sounding wrecked and blissed out with his kisses, “More than anything.” He gasps out and takes hold of Sanji's hips.

Enough to betray your family for me?

He’s not a monster, he knows the man’s loyalty where it's placed. 

But he wants to test it.

“Then show it to me.”

Sanji’s bold statement made the man in front of him latch onto his lips. Kissing him fast and hungry. Making him keen with pleasure. 

Oh how the idea of just making the man take him away, marking him up and knowing the man possesses absolute power made him feeling hungry for drama.

Within a second, Sanji’s being pressed onto the sofa. Pinned and desperate with all the muscle he can feel— God the man’s chest was like Sanji’s whole torso down to his thighs, the way the large man was on the verge of no control. Sanji can see the waves of desire through the man’s eyes. Teeth bared like a wolf and nostrils flared. 

He’s not the person you’ve been looking for.

Was the turning point of Sanji’s whole ordeal, but he didn’t stop the man from kissing him and sliding his huge hands on him.

Knots twisted in Sanji’s stomach and about to let out a whimper of submission, but someone came out of the mirror making Sanji let out a choke of sound. With enough power, he pushes the man away from him. He turns around to get away from the man’s stare and shock face. 

After a dramatic pause and getting some air in his lungs, he finally turns back to watch the large man stand-up and looks at him. Sanji was glad he wasn’t the only one who looked fucked, it wasn’t in his intentions to look down but when he did. Sanji groans in regret and feels his face heat up.

Fuck if it was him, I’d feel him for a whole month with that kind of reaction I’d be receiving. 

He watched the man take his scarf and place it on his face.

“I’ll be seeing you soon Sanji.” With one last look the large man followed the scared person who was waiting inside the mirror. 

As soon as the man went inside the mirror, Sanji walked up to it and kicked the mirror.

He emails Ivankov about the broken mirror and leaves the scene.

Sanji doesn’t want to know why the person who interrupted them cries for mercy and wants to be spared.

It’s almost time go home anyway and he’s ready to get the fucked out here.

Chapter Text

Acceptance is the first step of something— something.

Sanji was sure there’s something in his mind that switches his thinking into nothing, the ability to hide his emotions specially his anger when some idiot tries to use their privilege, entitled ass with obnoxious orders. 

So really, tolerance is the first step of getting away with murder.

Sanji doesn’t think he would’ve made it this far with the occasion of flirting his way to revelation of who fucked him in the last few months. 

Something that big part of his life— like being independently alone with no parent’s support, would bite him in the ass with people saying you’re just the son of the man who’s famous for something. Only relevant because of your name and nothing but a brat with a sailor's mouth.

Now that would seriously be a good part of his life to be reset, or just tolerance. 

Again, he doesn’t want daddy dearest to bail him out of jail again for recklessness.

So when he arrived back at the apartment with a warm welcome with his brothers and sister with their concern breathing down his neck with such malice and pure love, the only thing he can remember now his wish of having a back door or used the fire escape stairs like he planned when he realizes the guys at the shoot won’t let him leave and made him stay at the hotel.

“We are not just going to accept the truth that someone in our family is doing a dreadful, pitiful low-grading job,” The oldest one of the brothers calmly seethes with such disapproval, “That cannot even reach the standard of our superiority.” he continues as he sips the hidden gem of beverage that Sanji puts away from Usopp. 

He swears that dude is a drug addict from stealing his herbs and spices. 

Not in the mood to deal with their bullshit right now, he walks up to his sister and makes himself comfortable by squishing himself beside her at the very much used recliner that Usopp got from some shady guy— it wasn’t really from a shady guy he just can’t accept the fact Usopp got more money to buy an expensive couch than him with his three jobs and multiple odd jobs around the city. 

Reiju sighs but accepted the spoiled sibling and hugged him so he won’t fall down, ignoring the glares and death threats of her other brothers in front of her who were sitting on the couch—clearly disgusted and uncomfortable with the low quality of it, she just pats Sanji's head and waited for him to explain himself or get away this time.

"Obviously you accepted my choices when all of you took father's offer of working at his lab and his business," Sanji says, the blonde man felt loved when they just followed their ancestor's wishes just to let Sanji be free. All of them are technically free; playing soccer and Reiju with her comics, but their top priority was to make the Vinsmoke name make history with their own advancement of technology and discovery.

If it were in another universe, they'd be war criminals and Sanji being a run-away.

"So it must be something I'd done with no idea whatsoever," He says before Reiju's soft humming lulls him into sleep. And he doesn't want them to wake him up from arguing about who's going to take him to bed.

"The consequences are so endearing, our own father has to order all of you to go here and check me up like some dog on his third week stay at the vet." Sanji rolls his eyes and gives Niji the middle finger when the blue haired twin gives him one. "And yes, I'm well behaved and know how to shit and piss at the potty pad." He grates them even more.

"Oh stop being a bitch," The largest one in the quadruplets cuts his two older brothers off. Yonji wasn't helping but Sanji knew the only straightforward person here was the youngest. The one who's actually getting away with everything from both of their parents. "We came here on our own, because you're staying in the wrong crowd." 

Sanji watches the youngest raise his legs up, sitting casually so the green-haired sibling can comfortably take all the red flags he was about to say.

He was fuming and ready to let it all out but Reiju gave him mother's homemade biscuit from a small box that was handed out from Ichiji— the two must've sensed his distress, Sanji thanked them both and waited for someone to explain.

Apparently Niji had the balls to continue the explanation, "We really didn't care about your stupid interest with befriending the lower class," He says taking the cookies from his older brother he continues "But that Pinocchio was becoming a problematic to our plans of keeping you hidden and away from—”

"The bad crowd." Sanji fakingly gasps and lays his head at the curve of her neck, "Bullshit. I'm not into Usopp's art friends, they already have boyfriends and having a streamer girlfriend will be quite educational." He chuckles in the end. He wasn't going to tell them that he actually dated some of them and even used him for click bait.

"No you idiot, we're talking about his affiliation with the Strawhat." Niji exclaims.

The who?

"Is he selling merchandises?" Sanji asks.

Usopp and him have been friends since not too long to know everything about the artist so don't blame him if he doesn't know what he actually does for a living. All Sanji knows is that he works at some production company.

"I'm pleased with myself knowing you don't know anything about them," Ichiji says, with a small smirk he leans in and continues "that concludes our successful execution." 

"Literally?" Sanji stares at his oldest brother "it's a joke right?" He widens his mind to emphasize his worries. "All of you can't just do stuff like that and patronize me with your tasteless act of superiority."

"Do you even know what we are referring to?" Reiju leans her head to Sanji "And not because of our stupid brother's protectiveness but you might damage father's business." Breathing out the last of her words, Sanji accepted what he heard like swallowing harsh truth with no water. He didn't even give her time to reason out, Sanji actually expected this from his three idiot brothers, but his oldest sister? He felt the high and crash of her true intentions. 

Standing up and removing himself with so much bottled up rage, he opens the door with grace and looks at them dead in the eyes and tells them to leave.

Niji was the first to move and the first—definitely not the last, to hit him on the face. But was stopped with Reiju’s stronghold of his hands curled into a fist. She may not be father’s mutt who got quite the affection and attention with the hint of human experimentation like his brothers.

But she got what they feared when they were just children, raising fists and kicking snotty rich spoiled brothers. Reiju disciplines them that father approves and maman’s disprove when it comes to her actions. However when things got complicated when they got old enough to start father’s research and his successors, sooner and later she started following and becoming like them.

Of course, with maman and him living and breathing with passion and compassion; the only human people with real emotions, Sanji was glad maman was stubborn and headstrong that gets what she wants.

And father’s undying love. Ew.

“Seriously? Father will—” 

“Never know we disobeyed his orders to visit our dearly brother with true intentions and honest conversation,” Reiju sternly says, “Now, all of us calm down like how we are trained—” She looks at the Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji with a knowing acceptance, “And how we are loved so much.” She looks at Sanji with a want of forgiveness in her features. Sanji watched her clasped hand to their brother turn into a soft hold but with still firm sisterly authority.

As they all settled down again, Reiju asked Sanji to tell them about his whereabouts last night and she’ll tell him everything she knows. 

“How did you know I wasn’t home?” Sanji asks, mildly alarmed and wanting to look for another apartment.

“Oh, you and father screamed at each other about disownment. The rest of the family didn’t actually technically agree with it.” She says. 

That really didn't answer his question.

“So you’re going to pay my rent now?” 

“Oh goodness no.”

“I remembered you saying quote and unquote, ‘I’ll burn so bright with independence, I’ll let your old fart ass burn down to the ground.’ right dear brother?” Ichiji says with his smug small smile.

“Play nice or I’ll tell maman.” Reiju warns all of them.

Big sis move there.

“Or better yet, the real reason for Sanji’s bed-wetting when we were kids." She smiles.

“Wait, it has something to do with—”

"Sanji the story?" Reiju hums.

"You'll be staying at Kaya-chan's place?" 

Usopp really wanted Sanji's poisoned razor blades for breakfast.

Kaya just finished her exams and needed boyfie's big heart and lying ass about driving Sanji back to their apartment.

Kaya-chan can do so much better. 

And no, Sanji's not bitter at all. 

"Great because the old man wants me in the restaurant."

Of course that’s utter bullshit, Zeff will just accept the forceful offer when Sanji starts marching inside with complete disregard of the old man’s protests about him working. Their everyday wake up adrenaline starts with ‘who makes the loudest logical sense of who’s right argument’ to help with the rush hour. 

Usopp nodded and watched his friend storm away with his bags, with no fear of the blonde man going to do something stupid when he’s all alon—

“You know Sanji, I think— I think I should—”

“Too late you selfish nose-ass,” He says with his middle finger raised, “And tell Kaya-chan she can do so much better."

Nope. Not bitter.

Innocent and well laid out story—

"Are you going to tell us about your shit-faced story?" Niji shows Sanji a video of him dancing.

 "I—” pauses in betrayal of himself "apparently am a great dancer." 

Last thing he wanted to do before getting caught kissing Pudding-chan's big brother was to see her smiling and with her other sisters laughing at his display.

"So this is judgment day huh?" 

"Every day is judgment day if you keep making a fool out of yourself" Ichiji says that even Sanji can tell he was pissed and Ichiji wasn't the brother who lets out his reaction too much, "With your uncontrollable drinking problem, mother has no choice but to bring you back." He continues.

And something lit inside their head. 

"You wanted this to happen and you told maman, didn't you?" Sanji throws the accusation before the other three agree and overwhelm him with getting him to stay at their home.

"So? Where were you?" Ichiji ignores Sanji's protest.

"Friends— now about your plans—” Sanji tries to bring the topic on hand which is about living again with maman. Don't get him wrong, he wants to live with her. Having their daily cooking date at the kitchen, their casual shooting range dates, and escaping father's security guards to look at the local market. 

"Your friends? You’re literally on stage." Niji deepens his doubt.

"Never seen them this happy with you Sanji." Yonji doing the bad cop and good cop—in their case the calm before the storm, "So tell us now." He snarls.

"You can't just take me back—”

"We weren't if you could've just stayed low and not cause a scene like—”

"How is that making a scene? I was at my friend's— that lives in the beach apparently, and—” 

"That we don't know abou—”

"Why would all of you have to know anyway? And isn't this about fathe—”

"Father has nothing to do—”

"Yeah because maman needs her son to do her dirty work—”

"Enough!" 

Next thing Sanji felt was Reiju's suffocating smell of poison gas, they started coughing and apologizing to her. The eldest of the quadruplets was quiet and was crossing his arms too hard but his composure was still unfazed from literally death in the air.

"Anger clouding your minds and words, breaking the rule—which is never ever insult and using maman's name in vain," she says with her eyes looking at her problematic brother. "We will not take you back, however your location has been compromised and as I said you're embarrassing father." She continues, Reiju uses a device to suck up the poison with a glass bottle. 

As the gas got inside the bottle, her brothers were starting to breathe better. Reiju was the first to be modified by father, maman doesn't need to know. And father doesn't need to know maman's way of turning them 'normal' children with gentle love and sweet drugged homemade cooking.

It only worked on Sanji, but they can't say the same with the others.

"Of course it all comes down to him,” Sanji raises his arms in exasperation “What did I do this time? I didn’t even get arrested for the last couple of weeks? Or tell customers I'm part of the family." He continues.

"While you were making a fool of yourself, father and I got quite the attention from a tea party." Ichiji says. 

"And I almost got into a fight." Yonji laughs. 

"Three months Sanji?" Reiju asks.

"Tell us now, loser." Niji demands.

Sanji ignores them and continues his story.

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He didn't go home after his shift at Zeff's. 

Sanji being the mature twenty-one year old chef student, he decides to get drunk like a normal person who copes their problems with alcoholic drinks and forgettable one night stands in the city of love.

He's such a loser, couldn't even get that can't sleep love. Born and raised here, Sanji should know everything right? And has France's every good graces for love, right?

He decided he just wanted to go home and watch some drama. With his face red and nose fuming with bitterness, someone called his attention. Sanji took out his anger at the man who was now awkwardly laughing and raised hands in defense.

He started apologizing and was embarrassed from his reaction, now he was red from embarrassment. 

"Got someone on your mind?" The man teases him.

"Of course, someone tries to help you." Niji stops him from telling a story, he tries to hold Sanji’s hand but was stop with Reiju’s feet. 

"You moth—”

"Something happened right?" Reiju cuts him off.

"Not surprising that it was some dude." Yonji says casually, "When we were kids, Ichiji gets called at a meeting and Niji in a tournament at the same day and I get left with this himbo. He starts getting the attenti—"

"Can I continue?" Sanji stops Yonji before Ichiji asks what that means and Sanji should sensor some of the parts. 

Sanji just keeps apologizing and when the person calms the situation down Sanji recognizes the man who's a regular customer at the Baratie.

"The Axe Snipping Crustacean order," Sanji says, "Quite a difficult thing to make." He sounded like a fucking stalker. 

"Oh wow, you remembered my order and it was divine might I add." The man laughs, "Now that I got your attention, can I—” It was cut short when the guy suddenly fainted with foam coming out of his mouth.

Sanji— alert and wasn't clouded with bitterness of having the whole night to himself, catches the man and asks the unconscious man if he's all right.

Internally slapping himself in the head after realizing how stupid he was for asking if the fainted man was all right. He called the ambulance and waited while checks up on the man. As he was about to take the man inside the restaurant, he heard footsteps coming towards his way making Sanji look up to see someone he recognizes from his encounter at that rubber boy’s idiocy. 

Sanji clicked his tongue and ignored the tall man who was standing there observing them like they offended him somehow. Then out of thin air, the unconscious man was gone out of his shoulders and was replaced with a pillow.

“You shouldn’t be playing hero here.” Sanji says to the man, “Where’s Boa’s lover?” He asks. Throwing away the pillow to a bin, “A man like you with a boy like him? Surprising really.” He continues, takes out his cigarette and lights it but was stop when the man takes it away from him and throws it away.

"First of all, I had a plan." Sideburns defensively says back, “Strawhat-ya had to ruin it with his uncontrollable hormones." He continues, taking the chef’s hand and drags him away.

Sanji starts to take his hands away but the man’s persistent tugging makes him want to kick him in the balls.

“Get in.”

Sanji’s thoughts were put on hold when the man stopped in front of a sleek yellow Mercedes-Benz, he whistled and touched the roof of the car, slid his hands down to open the door handle and got inside the passenger seat.

He waits for the man to get in and says, "Underrated car." Putting his seatbelt on.

"Surprising of you to trust me so easily." The man says as he starts the car and smirks as he hears the sound of the engine running. 

"You're with that idiot," He says casually, the man can . "I think you're not that scary." He looks at the man and laughs. 

The man only smirked at him and drove the car away from its parking.

Sanji leans his head at the car window and watches the man drive. Sanji was sure this was the serial killer route of his red flags, but he didn't really care. He can still fight and Patty's words wrang through his mind about him having no social life and dying alone. 

Bullshit am I right? He's not that desperate to socialize with the person who's going to kill him, even when the man's clearly not bad to look at. 

He just wasn't in the mood to be with people who's— normal? Boring? Not in the same universe he came from? 

No no no no, that wasn't it. He's so devoted to his jobs and cooking that he has no time to mix and mingle. Besides, the old man needs him at the restaurant. And he still needs to learn martial arts. And—

"Hey, if you keep overthinking, people will definitely stop and check up on you." 

Sanji rolls his eyes and stares at the smirking man, "Sorry doc, but I eat an apple everyday." He grins. "So shoo." He chuckles in the end. 

"How did—”

"I'm a chef," He cuts off, "I need to have keen eyes to see details and speck of imperfection in my art." Tapping his left eye for shit and giggles.

"And you know, your car key has a polar bear holding a heart with a stethoscope," Sanji points out with his index finger "Or your ID?" He says looking at the said item on top of the dash. 

The man was left speechless, Sanji concludes how stupid he felt like or the cute keychain owned by some serial killer. Taking the seatbelt off, he looks around to where they stopped. 

He was expecting some grand hotel, mansion, or a private jet going to Monaco. Instead he saw the bright yellow moon casting its white light down at the huge bonfire, stage, a bar, and a night market. With a lot of people dancing, drinking, and just having fun.

"Are you sure you're not associated with them?" 

Sanji turns around to see the man looking at him with his expression stoic, arms crossed, and body facing the chef, "Nose-ya keeps you for himself and here I am gaping straws just to get to know you." 

"What?" He asks. Usopp— obviously it was him who else in his friend group has an extremely iconic nose, isn't keeping Sanji to himself. "We just never met, I'm just a student who has odd jobs and you— whatever you do in your everyday life. Clearly have a different schedule." 

Seriously Usopp of all people?

"Why leave the comfort when you clearly can have what you want in that comfort?" Law asks.

"Because I—” 

He left to become independent and yet his new lifestyle is still depending on someone. His family had a few screw loose when it comes to: A. Father's crazy obsession of being on the top and ruling other businesses out there. B. Maman's devotion to her family and straightening father's conscience. But father wasn't bent on making Sanji's life a sob story.

Okay so he wants to do all those things because if he didn't, he wouldn't meet Zeff. The Baratie wasn't really his first choice but after the whole situation about meeting Zeff in a life and death scenario, with limited action and cinematic fight scenes. 

Maybe between those things, something or someone was supposed to have a huge impact on it. All the odd jobs he did were just for something to give a bit of adrenaline. He even did construction with no safety gear and became a stunt double. Still nothing. 

Maybe he just needs to love himself first, maybe Usopp was really onto something.

"Is this also part of your plan?" He decides he won't answer that question, besides the man in front of him isn't worth the emotion. "Make me go into an existential crisis?" He continues.

The man stared at him like Sanji grew another head. 

"What no, my plan was to get you here," The man fixes his hat, "That sounds like a red flag to me Blackleg-ya."

"Rude." Sanji rolls his eyes.

“I think the rude person here is the one who keeps faking his amnesia.” the man mimics him.

“I do not!”

“Do too.”

“Do not!”

“Do too.”

"Might I stop this childish squabble or put it on a rain check," An assertive feminine voice stopped the two men, at the top of the windshield a pair of eyes and only a mouth was attach to it.

Sanji recognized the voice and quickly recovered from his shock and into full on praises of her powers.

"Should I suggest a ten minute kiss with the urge of hate-love sex?"

"I don't tolerate your voyeurism Nico-ya." With a click of his tongue the man pulls Sanji to him just to give him a peck on the lips. "Is he looking for me?"

“The surgeon of death?” Niji snarls.

“The who?” Sanji barks back.

“This is so cheesy.” Yonji yawns.

“Why is my brother so easy?” Ichiji sighs.

Reiju is having the time of her life.

Sanji has no idea why he’s holding his breath, was it because of Robin’s eyes looking at him like she’s expecting him to react when she says “He is.” 

So? What if Sanji fucked up again by assuming the guy beside him doesn’t have a lover, in the first place he wasn’t even going to date the guy even maybe or maybe not this guy had sex with him.

Which he didn’t by the way. The man wasn’t Sanji’s looking for.

So why did he just leave the man and Robin-chan with a silent dramatic leave of opening the car door with no explanation whatsoever. Looking at them both one last time and walked away. 

The audacity of that man to not run after him was Sanji’s low expectations. 

As soon as he walked down to the beach, he blended into the sea of people. They were so caught up with their fun they couldn't care if Sanji took a sit with them, they even gave him a beer.

No one still spotted him so he looked around to see how many people were actually here. 

Well it's definitely not a group of friends that's for sure. 

There are at least about thirty-thousand or less, with half animal parts on their body and long-legged people partying.

His drinking buddy pointed at his beer and gave him looks, "Better than us?"

Sanji felt his anger rising but he stopped himself, he didn't want the attention right now so he drank the whole thing in one go and smirked at the same man who's now grinning like a fool.

He can lay low, stealthy even.

"Like Stealth Black?" Reiju beams.

Sanji laughs and nods. 

Chapter Text

This is one of those nights, he's in a party and he won't get hammered at the brink of intoxication.

His drinking buddies took him far away to where Nami-swan and Robin-chan's group of friends are. He was really good at blending in— couldn't believe it if he was being honest, no one's hitting on him and no woman coming his way. No fights, bottles of alcohol weren't getting wasted, no out of nowhere competitive games, or someone's center of attention typical hilarious shenanigans. 

Like a boy in a strawhat. 

But as the others keep talking about it, apparently some of them were henchmen— or was it minions? They told Sanji some stories about their time working for the most well-known boss in the world. He lowers his head when some of Big mom's children are roaming around, they're the only people that knows about him. 

He hopes his theory was right.

He really does.

Because right now, a guy from one of his table kept looking at him. Sanji keeps giving him false interest and changing the question as much as he can, just to keep the night going. He's really not ready to go home yet when one of Nami's cliques starts going away.

And the drinks here are just his taste.

Just like the women here.

And me—

"Hey, are you that guy?" The man that's been giving him looks the whole night.

"Man, for the last time he ain't your cousin." Someone at the table laughs and pats the man on the back. "Or your ex." It continues.

"Do I look like your incestuous lover?" Sanji asks.

"No, but you kinda look like that guy from three months ago." The guy says, without even letting his drink down so there were splashes of alcohol around the table.

"Dude stop, but yeah now that he mentions it. If you were that dude, my boss would kill everyone for you." As he said that, all around the table started agreeing and laughing. 

Some of the people around them heard it, then they also started worshipping him and praising something he couldn't remember.

Was he really that good at pole dancing? 

He couldn't take the attention away from him, so he tries to get away as much as he can. He finally excuses himself and as he walks away someone takes a hold of his forearm. He was about to harshly pull his arm away but it was a woman.

"My boss loved your cooking." The pretty woman says. Standing up from her seat, she managed to wrap her arms around his and started guiding him. "I've never seen my boss eat something that was made for soldiers." She giggles.

Now he's just confused.

"I guess you based your food on that marine guy," she pouts, placing her cheeks on his shoulders. "But you'd do anything for a pretty lady like me hm?" She looks up to stare at Sanji's helplessness. 

It was at this moment he knew, that he fucked up.

They stopped walking and soon he realized he was at some stage, in front of a cooking station and in front of a lot of audience.

He lit himself a cigarette to calm himself— it worked thank God, and just like that he's trapped. If he denies and tries to back up or deny all of this he'll be causing a scene, will definitely have a fight along the way, and the people he's been ignoring will know he was here. 

If he does agree and goes along with it, everyone's attention is on him.

Any route is a destruction flag.

He should listen to what the woman's saying.

About— a contest?

As the woman finished her speech about who's the best chef out there, she gave him a kiss of goodluck and pinned something on his chest. 

He looks down on it and says "Why is there an ugly fox on my shirt?" He gave the woman a confused look.

Everyone had mixed reaction of laughing their ass off— like that huge gorilla, and surprised faces like they couldn't handle a simple truth.

The woman was out of her shocked face and tried to hide it off with a smirk, "Let's get it started shall we?" She signals with her hand and soon all different kinds of seafood are presented in front of him.

"You got dragged into a cooking contest?" Reiju questions her brother's weak spot with women.

"Against my will," Sanji defends, "The woman used her most powerful weapon so it got me defenseless." 

"Relatable." Niji agrees.

The other followed it up.

She only sighed and let her brother continue.

.

"And you'll be fighting against other chef's— that we definitely didn't steal from the comfort of their own home," She giggles, "And most certainly not for our own entertainment." She continues.

He doesn't need to see Nami-swan's people, their reaction and looks. If he gives a damn, he'll be playing a dangerous game.

Consideration.

Giving the concern and attention they wanted from him.

And that will only be earned if someone wins his trust with some life and death battle for the restaurant. Like in the middle of the sea, with a golden heart, and craving for an adventure.

Sanji got out of his trance, when the chef's finally took their stations. Some were scared but with confidence in their eyes, some were just losing their shit all together and some knew him.

Waving at a pretty girl beside him, the girl tells him the ingredients were something she couldn't believe that it was even real in the first place. Sanji tells her it'll be fine, he'll take those ingredients so everyone else can have the normal ones.

"But those ingredients were for specific people." She nervously says, pointing at the people that Sanji's been avoiding since the party. He internally screams at the top of his lungs and feels himself on fir— and he actually was on fire. 

Someone threw a bucket of water on him to extinguish the burning passion of a person having a mental break dance in its mind.

Sanji took the woman's offering towel, he chuckles how she made her worried and them having their own world. Maybe he should take her on a da—

"Change of mechanics," the host pushed Sanji to a cooking station, separating him and the other chef's cooking station that you can see in Masterchef. "Since this will be an easy win for you, you'll be having your own difficulty." The host continues.

Oh God, a night alone with black tea and watching tv is such a desperate thing to have right now.

He only sighed and let him get dragged away. 

"You'll be getting your own raw ingredients." The host says.

'I do love it raw.' he smiles, not knowing it made a huge impact on the audience. 

They got closer to the beach and it made him feel even more alive. The alcohol inside him was gone in an instant replaced with the state of peace and not giving a shit anymore.

Him and the sea were in a relationship and cooking was the guilty pleasure mistress. Sanji just felt this huge connection to the sea, if he and his alternate versions of himself will agree in a heartbeat.

If they're expecting him to fuck up that relates of sea—

Of course his main dish was a sea monster.

Zeff did tell him they actually existed, but he was too busy with his jobs and school he couldn't really be with him at the middle of the night— that's the time the old man hunts his fish like his life was the Moby Dick, and Sanji in the middle of the night was cramming or sleeping that night. 

His first instinct was to scream and be surprised but he was drunk— when is he not? And stupid, broke, and dumb. 

His conscience took over and smoked a cigarette, he looked up to see a huge fish with its classic features you see in pirate genre stories. Sharp fangs and so many teeth, fins with claws, small eyes, the fish wasn't in a huge length but in width. 

"Will I be using a tool?" He asked the host— who was describing the fish and his task to the audience with such a sexy voice, the fish was tied up but its strings were thin and very much from the clouds. Sanji was ignored by the hostess' enthusiastic job at scaring the chefs, he went to his station and removed his shoes and socks, lighter and a pack of cigarettes. 

"What are you doing?" The host finally notices him, she does the cutesy poke of cheek "Are you actually going to just use your hands to kill that monster?" She asks the blonde chef with fake concern.

"Actually no," He straightens his shirt, "I need the finest sword you got and a new set of clothes." He requests in a sweet firm voice, Sanji leaps high then sky-walks so he can only see the people below like ants. Feeling the head inside his body, he sighs and let's the fire burn the sole of his feet, inflaming his whole right leg. Sanji swiftly spins in a three-sixty degree angle to get the right amount of momentum so the food won’t be bruised but dead enough that it won't be considered to be a  double dead meat. 

Sanji attacks the sea monster at the back of its neck. It didn't create much of a huge wave, but you can hear the loud crack of the sea monster’s neck. Sky-walking as he observes the dead fish. He clicks his tongue as the monster makes a huge splash as it falls down. 

He can hear the crowd gasping, cheering, and clapping their hands—

Too bad it wasn't for him.

He's really living up with Reiju's character.

Apparently, the boy in a straw hat was fighting some huge guy.

Sanji shrugs as the fight starts to get a huge brawl, he walks at his station— separated from the other chefs with mixed feelings as they cook for their lives. Taking the sword and sheathes it, he examines the blade and its length. Humming in a pleasing tone, he removes the scabbard and places it at the table. 

He walks up to the monster and touches the huge scales, in his whole experience as a chef Sanji realizes he's never been this excited to cook something so surreal.

The feeling of normality of the abnormal.

He looks back at the huge fight with huge people and huge creatures, Sanji stares at them. Raising one corner of his lips, he looks away and jumps upward then slices down the huge aquatic creature. 

Well he'll just accept he will never be like Emily in Paris.

He’ll be Sanji Blackleg— 

“Hey Curly-cook!” 

He was about to give this man a kick to remember, when a man with long arms came crashing to his way. 

Sanji tried to stop the impact but he felt its arms around him and it was too strong and fast. Sanji couldn’t stop the crash and felt both of them hit the creature’s body.

He hisses as he hears the white noise ring in his ears, opening his eyes he scratches his head as he sits up. He looked at the huge mayhem of buffoons, some stopped their duel while other idiots who’s still fighting made Sanji relax a little.

“Hey you fucking ape, could you take your arms—” His protest was cut off when he felt his soul slip away when felt  a pair of lips and a tongue. It was divine like he could hear the song of the heavens. 

In a literal sense. This guy can literally hurt you with his music.    

He’d know. If he did fuck with this man, he’d be hearing Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris’s bells. 

“You’re really making this harder for us to not break the rules.” The man with an eccentric obnoxious laugh. 

“Well, you’re in Paris,” Sanji raises himself up. “This place is like an alternate universe—” He landed a kick at the man’s stomach. Then kicks him upward sending him to the sky then follows the startled man, “Rules don't apply here." He smirks and lands a fiery kick at the man's chest.

Landing gently, he stood still to calm down the rushed feeling and adrenaline. Using his thumb to wipe off the saliva, he looks at the camera connected to the huge screen at the stage and gives it a wink and a smile. Then turns away to start his dish.

He felt eyes and he loved it.

The fighting stops and cooking starts.

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He watched his brothers' expression and how he totally left out the part where he randomly kisses a guy.

“Why are you even with those kinds of people?” Niji says, Sanji watches as the blue haired man finally relaxes at his seat. 

“This is Paris,” Reiju says, drinking her tea and giving Sanji a wink "It might look like a big city, but it's honestly just a small town." She chuckles.

"Sanji, stay here." The eldest of the quadruplets demands, "I already called your boss and other unsophisticated poor decisions jobs you decide to rebel on us." He stood up and offered his hand to Sanji.

Unconsciously taking the hand, he followed his brother and ended up at the small balcony. The others can still see them, but he knew they wouldn't listen. Ichiji has that kind of effect on them. 

"Is this Paris' fashion week?" 

"Well more than that—” Sanji stops when he feels cold hands wrap around both of his wrists.

"You cherished this, no?” Ichiji lifts them both to his face and gives it a squeeze. "We have a deal. You—”

"Hide the family name and stay away from the people like you—”

Emotionless Psychopaths.

"No, they're much more," Ichiji pulls down his brother, making the blonde man kneel. Yet Sanji’s arms were raised up. "You're weak but not stupid. You know what their capabilities are." Still on his knees, he looks up to only stare at the eyes of a fucking asshole. It was only thirty seconds when Ichiji snarls, losing composure just from him. And with only that, Sanji gave his brother a smirk. 

"With that kind of reaction I'm getting," Sanji teases with a low mutter “You know I won’t stop.” Hums in the end.

“Don’t worry," he stood up rolling his eyes when Ichiji still hadn't removed his hold from Sanji's wrists. "It's not that I'll work for them again.” leans his body at the tiny rails, looking down and he felt like he did something so horrible. The world wants payback. With a growing migraine in his head. He pulls Ichiji away from the balcony and Sanji slams his back against the wall.

Why the fuck is he here?

Sanji tries to remember what he said last night, or did. All he can remember was—

Of fucking course, I invited him. 

Doffy was fast out drunk with Kaido and Sanji was their main attraction. Doflamingo couldn't stop nagging about Sanji's lifestyle. How he's like Doflamingo's father, giving up luxury for such a humble living. For the feathered man it's an embarrassment. 

The only thing the two of them can relate were daddy issues.

Kaido on the other hand was having his drunk episodes, Sanji swears he can feel Black Maria’s side glances and couldn’t shake off her advice if Sanji wants to seduce the flirt drunk. He almost got caught in her web— in a literal sense, but stopped when some dude wanted revenge for almost killing him with a pole. 

So that answered the memory in chapter four.

His thoughts were running at full speed but he felt cold fingers wrap around his neck, with such control his face was lifted up. In full view was his big brother's stare. 

"I just— the wind outside was too strong." He breathed, "And you know— your weak little brother can’t handle the strong wind.” mutters in the end. 

Yeah fucking right. He just killed, cooked and served a sea monster while people envied his awesomeness. 

And that’s with pretty nails.

"Pathetic," Ichiji says intoned. His brother moves his face closer into Sanji's ear. "Are you that desperate for my protection?” 

“To get close?” Ichiji continues. “Attention?”

“Approval?” He said lowly , “Or the constant need of violence?” his tone in a ‘duh, no shit’ hint in his voice.

Personal space that’s what.

“I do get what I want, right?” Sanji said, into his ear. Grabbing his older brother’s shoulder giving a soft squeeze, Sanji turns them both. With a sudden and unexpected shocked red-haired, he pushes his brother even further up the wall making a loud thud and picture frames fall.

Ichiji didn’t move even with the disrespectful force, but Sanji can feel his brother’s glare and stiff body that Ichiji won’t leave until  the older one watches Sanji spill some blood on the floor. 

Boys being boys. Lmao— dammit Usopp and his bad influence.

“Let me live my life,” Sanji breathes out “And I let you live yours.” purrs in the end just for spite.

The last thing you say to a Vinsmoke is telling them what to do and not do.

But what's worse is making a Vinsmoke woman angry and powerful for all of them couldn't fight nor reason out.

"What did I say last time?" Reiju's voice rises by the minute, "I left the both of you to talk things out and here we are." Reiju's click each step she takes. 

“Sounding like father,” she hisses, “And acting like monsters.” 

Reiju’s poison was still in the air, Niji and Yonji got the privilege to have gas masks this time. 

Sanji was on the floor and Ichiji was trying to choke him— or hug him? With the red-haired man’s arm around him. 

“Now I’m the bad guy.” She sighs, she sucks the poison back from her mouth and helps her brothers up. Using only her one arm, she grabs them by the collar and lifts them up. 

Sanji wheezes and breathes out, “Gaslighting now?” As he inhales air, Ichiji gots closer and starts touching and turning his arms and body.
“Shut up Sanji,” Reiju commands, “And you, the tracker’s fine. Stop looking for it.” Flipping her hair, Sanji watched her boss them around. He was glad mother was there, if she wasn't, Reiju would just be watching at the sideline, laughing and looking plastic in its finesse. 

"I thought your piece of trash—” He staggered when Reiju glared at him, " Our piece of trash, told me— no wait let me paraphrase—” 

"If you ever speak the Vinsmokes' name in such crude blasphemous shouts with nothing but bearing false honor—” With expressive hands swaying, he was making coffee for the people down stairs at ground floor.

"We get it, if you talk shit to our name, you'll get cut off—" Yonji took off his mask and tried to save the soiled boiling cookie, ruined from Reiju's poison

"Which—” Sanji closes the drawer and rolls his eyes when Ichiji tries to say sorry with his 'I stand close to you and you'll hug me because you're lucky to hug me' stance. Ignoring the oldest, he opens all the windows at the apartment and uses Reiju's perfume to get rid of the poison. 

"Yeah, you fucking did, that's why you're here dipshit." Niji shouts as he tries to look for Sanji's bed to sleep in. "That's why you got a tracking device in you.”

"Hey don't slee— and he’s dead.” He sighs and finally gave in Ichiji’s weird apology, placing his chin on Ichiji’s shoulder. He felt Reiju’s arms wrap around him, “Guys I’m getting squished.” Sanji says. 

Reiju chuckles while Ichiji tries to pry the oldest away.

“Well you look constipated.” Sanji chuckles at Ichiji’s ear. Making Ichiji lay his cheeks close to Sanji. 

“I don’t do hugs.” He says, taking Sanji’s arms to place it around his waist. 

“Clearly you dumb fuck.”

“Maman would be so proud of us, hugging and not trying to kill each other.” Reiju kisses both of her brothers on the cheek, she was the first one to let go so they can leave Sanji’s apartment and go to Yonji’s new robotics department.  

"Ah the spoiled one's special day," Sanji quips. As he removes himself from Ichiji,  "All of you, go already. I'm just going to send all of you lunch at home." Went inside his room, he kicked his brother to wake him up. Feeling better from hurting Niji, but regrets he didn’t move fast enough to dodge the incoming hand and pull him down on the bed. 

“God your goggles are annoying.” Sanji mutters, avoiding the horrible fashion statement. “You could’ve removed them before sleeping?” 

“Nah,” Niji then strikes Sanji with his elbow, clicking his tongue with how Sanji dodges the attack “Can you just stay weak?” He threatens him.

“Scared?” Sanji smirks.

“More like annoyed.” Niji grins.

Sanji gave him the middle finger and removed himself from the hug— didn’t even notice Niji’s arms around him. "I'll make you lunch just fuck off already." 

Well that made his blue haired brother laugh but complied.

As they all gathered up at the doorway, Sanji kissed their cheeks for good-bye and walked with them to the stairs. Sanji couldn’t hide the slight pain in his heart when they all started talking about a memory when they were kids. They were laughing and teasing with no care nor father's judging eyes and suffocating air when the other brothers showed a hint of emotions.

Watching this is like him leaving their home, didn’t create a huge rift in their relationship. 

“Hey,” He took Ichiji’s hand, stopping their walk down the stairs. “I’ll take the offer—”

“Staying?” Yonji cuts him off.

“Visiting.” He tries to say when Reiju pulls him for a hug, “I miss maman.” Sanji continues.

Niji and Yonji hugged him with such brute force that made his heart stop, as they let go he was still holding Ichiji's hand. 

Sanji smirks and gives Ichiji a look that'll probably end them both falling down the stairs. 

Ichiji only shakes his head and lets go. 

Sanji watches them walk down the stairs and he can already hear Niji complaining about the building having a death machine for an elevator. 

As he got inside, he let out a sigh and when he got a hold of his phone he got a lot of messages from Usopp about someone, breaking and ente—

"Took them long enough," A huge man yawns and stretches his arms high and his legs placing it on top of the small coffee table. "You French people have a carefree life." The man continues.

"Well," Sanji purrs, the sense of danger was there. Putting down his phone away from his guest. He walks up to the man not leaving his stare to Sanji, placing himself on the huge man's lap. Not breaking their stare, "At least I'm not a paranoid freak." He mimics the manic grin from the man. 

Doflamingo kisses him with nothing but power, feeling the man's possessive arm thrown over his waist. He can feel the man’s feathers dampening with his gathered sweat at the base of his neck. 

Sanji was suffocating and not from just kissing the influential and dangerous man in front of him, but from his thoughts of how the situation he's been having in the past few days were going to kill him someday.

He lets out a moan for distraction, not for Doflamingo but for his own wandering mind of morality. With all of the things that happened in his childhood filled with blurry seven days pill medicine boxes to floating tubes, there's a switch on his mind that just resets. 

And this only switches when he encounters the trigger.

The trigger of want, the mixture of lust and attraction, and the immediate need of their gazes roaming over his skin. 

Acceptance is the first step from practicing to pretend it's wrong rather than trying to make it good.

Sanji knows he can get out of this and go back to his family, except for when he doesn't want to.

He doesn't want to switch back.

He wants—

"Hey," Sanji breathes out, panting for air as he removes his mouth from the man's very skilled tongue. From all the laughing and tongue out, Doffly knows his asset. "If you can fuck me louder than inside my head—”

"You'll be part of my crew?" Doflamingo scratches his chin to show he's considering the easy deal.

"Yeah and you break up with Viola." Sanji smirks, the chef knows Doflamingo and Viola have that kind of relationship. "Can you?" He purrs into his ears. "I'm worth the heartache, sweetheart." Raking Doflamingo's exposed chest, Sanji gave him a chaste kiss upon his lips. "Just—” kiss "say yes—" kiss "And I'm all yours." Pulls himself up to watch the man regain some composure.

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"Just tell me you fucked me Doffy it ain't that hard." 

"And for the last time, I didn't." Doffy says as he eats the Tomahawk Spiny Lobster. 

Sanji looks at the man with such distaste with that blatant lie. However when the large man just couldn't stop eating his food, he internally gave up and sat down beside Rosinante. The other brother was using safety utensils and wearing a bib. 

"If I did, you'd be feeling it for like a year." Doflamingo grins at him.

"He's right," Rosinante says between his intake of food, making Sanji sigh and help the man clean himself before he chokes on his food. 

"And you know that, how?" Sanji removes the food on his cheek.

"Because I'm the one handling his ladies, when they get to choose to live and forget, or die trying to get his attention after their walk of shame." Rosinante lets out a sigh, Sanji can guess Doffy wants them gone. "Are you done asking, Sanji? Should I remove the barrier now?" He asks.

"Sure, people are getting suspicious anyway." Lighting himself a cigarette, he watched the barrier disappear. "Neat party trick." He compliments. 

Rosinante chuckles, finishing his meal he takes out his own cigarette and asks for a light. Sanji was about to take out his lighter but the man had other ways. He places the tip of the stick to Sanji's lit cigarette then inhales to burn the tobacco and its paper. 

You may think his panicking— he sure fucking is, but he composed himself so much he can feel his toes curled up til it bleeds for control and not losing his shit. 

Rosinante blows the smoke to his face and doesn't even break the stare once he moves away.

"Thanks." He smiles. 

"Yeah, sure." Sanii replies. 

He felt the stares again. 

"If you don't mind me asking," Rosinante asked Sanji, they were watching Doffy talk to Vergo. "What's your goal here? Law's been sulking the whole time you got on stage." He continues.

"A fan?" Sanji says after he blows the smoke out. "And what does it have to do with me? His boyfriend got jealous or something?" He mouthed out at the last sentence.

"You must be referring to his pet Bepo, it's a mink so you get the idea." Rosinante hinted.

Motherfucker, of course he doesn't.

"And no, he has a girlfriend." He breathed out, "that woman can kill a person you know." 

"You're telling me this because?" Sanji can already tell what the man's trying to say.

"Because I have morals?" The tall man replies with a small laugh. "And a warning." 

Sanji only nodded. Well that's even more complicated. No worries, as if he'll see him again. And the guy’s cheating with some other dude, Sanji might kick the guy— for cheating of course. 

"Excuse me," a tall centaur woman calls their attention, "but Kaido-sama wants you to talk to him." She says in an annoyed voice. 

'Cute' Sanji tolds himself.

Standing up he followed the woman, telling her how strong and proud for not giving anyone's shit. She snaps from her rant about her form and boasting about her speed. The woman cheerfully smiles at him like a horse and talks about herself even more.

Sanji just listens to her quietly and nods, starting a conversation so he can brush off the stares he's been having for the past couple of hours now. 

Sanji stops and meets a large man with a large beautiful eight meter tall woman, her flowing golden hair. So smooth skin like the color of snow, and her big massi—

A loud laugh cut off his thoughts, looking at the culprit, the large man was laughing at someone. Then making remarks about his weir—

"Don't talk shit about my eyebrows you fake-ass fish." 

That made everyone around him look at him like he just wished for an execution.

Little did they know, Vinsmoke family had also some connections to the people who manufacture weapons and you know, that can start a war. 

But so little, he doesn't like talking about his family's affairs. And speaking of affairs.

"This guy dated Yamato." He drunkenly announced.

Yeah that was a lie, but he gets the whole daddy complex between his child.

It was more likely him running away in another charity dinner— that was clearly a false event to cover up the weapon trade, and him meeting Yamato and colliding with each other as they rounded a corner. 

Not even a breath to explain, Kadio assumes he fucked his son. 

God, daddy issues am I right?

"As much as I like to get pegged," giving the large man the middle finger, "I still like my hands attached to my arms." He shows off his hands and sits down as Kadio offers a seat.

"What do you want anyway? Miss me?" Sanji asks. 

"More likely the way you clean my estate here." Kaido laughs.

Fuck him. Yeah I became a maid, so?

"Can you just relax, you look like a startled cat." Kaido offers beverage and food to him as he orders his subordinates, "Just making an offer. You become mine." He tells him like the man was ordering food in a McDonald's drive thru. 

"Was this because I almost set your house on fire?" Sanji accepts gratefully and thanked the ladies in leathers, wondering if Ivankov will add leathers and chains in their collection. He then says to Kaido. “And no I won’t join your pet club, doing what knows what.” Sanji continues.

"Oh you'll love it here, you can get every woman you desire," Kaido drinks his alcohol.

"No thanks, haven't you read my resume? My greatest skill is sucking fifty dicks all night at my last job." Sanji snickers, "And women shouldn't be treated like your chew toy, you're a fucking fish." Sanji drinks his alcohol with one go. 

Everyone around them gawked, shocked and fear in their faces. They're terrified for their lives of what this big fucking fish can do. 

"Oh stop it you." Was the first thing the big man purrs— oh god he's in his flirty drunk phase, "You're so feisty, makes me want to fuck you—” 

"Hard pass." Sanji lifts his hands, "Your micro pen—” he was stopped when a black large wing covers his entire front view. Turning around to see a large man in a weird looking leather mask, unimpressed, he touches the wing and thought about his defeathering techniques and his instructor at the scho— 

He has class. 

He has fucking classes and forgot about it. 

He blames this kind of people.