summary: luffy loving you through his five senses
a/n: look at that I actually wrote something lmaoo it’s been so long since I’ve done a proper fic. just something sweet with our rubber captain, hope y'all enjoy! (also what the fuck is that ending I dont know )
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sight
Luffy never cared much for appearances nor did he look twice if anyone dressed up. It just wasn’t something important for him. What someone else wears doesn’t affects him in any way. They wear what they want and that was that. The rubber man doesn’t understand why Sanji or Nami would get mad at him when he doesn’t compliment you whenever you wore a dress or something that was different from your usual casual attire. You looked like you, what else was there? His confusion only earns him sighs from his nakama.
Though Luffy wasn’t one to give much thought to one’s appearances, one of the first things he noticed about you was your smile. Not only that, he’s always drawn to you whenever you smile, a lot like how he focuses on meat. He likes your smile. He doesn’t really have the words to describe it. He wasn’t like Robin who knows a lot of words and reads a lot. But what he can say is that when you smile, you’re happy and Luffy likes it when you’re happy. And when you smile wide and big, Luffy can’t help but be infected by your happiness and smile too.
Luffy always wants you to smile, but he knows that it takes a lot to smile all the time. Bad things happen that can take away your smile, so Luffy resolves to make you happy as much was possible. He wants you to be happy; you deserve to be happy.
“You like to look at (y/n) a lot, don’t you Captain?”
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stories
idk moodboard
Crying rnnnnnnnnnnn 😭🙏
I am by no means an artist, but I occasionally like to draw here and there. All things considered, I think I outdid myself, this time. Here’s a picture of Fem Iva I drew up in the last hour!
Inspo: Frankie Fictitious 🌹
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I’m still no good with faces, but I’m getting way better with bodies, I think!
@bubblyluffy here you are! Your comment definitely inspired me to finally get on this project, when it was previously wasting away in the back of my brain for months, lmao.
No one is doing it like Monkey D. Luffy. He’s a god. He’s a wanted criminal. He’s an idiot. He is an impeccable judge of character. He will punch an eight year old in the face. He forgets to mention people who are incredibly important to him. He’s an asexual icon. He has absolutely no marketable skills. He’s a selfish asshole. He has a very strong moral code that he decides entirely in the moment and will never explain to anyone ever.
I need a fanfic that feels like this edit
a/n: okay so the picture cut off in a kinda goofy way, but i literally love the way he looks with his hair pushed back like this, he's just my little cutie ahhhhhhh 😭😭😭😭 but the pic totally inspired me for the idea of what mornings would look like when dating sanji and because im an absolute simp for this man, i'm legally obligated to write about it
a/n: also you'll have to forgive me for jumping around with all these different series, i have like 100 million ideas swarming around in my head and i just get so excited to start them all 😭😭😭 i write where my little heart wants to go 😭😭
nothing but fluff here 💗
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the sight of a blonde head with messy hair cutely sticking up in multiple directions buried into your chest is one that you have grown quite fond to open your eyes to each morning. the faint tickle of sanji's breath against your skin feels the same way as the butterflies that fill your stomach when his gorgeous blue eyes met yours.
you can't help but soak up this closeness, the warmth of the chef's presence, the feeling of his toned arms wrapped around your body, gently but firm in their grip. it's not often you wake up before the cook of the straw hat crew, so you commit every moment of seeing sanji in complete peace and relaxation to memory.
the sweet smell of his cologne and body-wash that has yet to be tainted by the lingering of cigarette smoke is one you drink in. you can't help but pull yourself deeper into his touch, running your fingers gently across the skin of his bare back in small circles, slowly moving them to his head to comb through the tangles of his bedhead.
the honeyed sound of sanji's groggy morning voice suddenly falls upon your ears. "good morning, mon amour.. did you sleep well?" and with his tired blue eyes finally finding your face, before you knew it the response "i always sleep better when you're with me." slipped out of your mouth.
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a/n: i had to physically stop myself from writing more of this fic 😭😭😭 no one loves this man the same way i do 😭😭😭😭😭
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remember when sanji was fighting CP7's ramen guy wanze who had a full armour made of ramen noodles and Sanji cut the armour up and served the noodles neatly in plates around the kitchen because he has a principle of never wasting food my dear sanji you are so honorable