The Chef boy| Sanji x reader {Taz Skylar} fanfic

19 '𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘 𝑯𝒂𝒕 𝑷𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒗𝒔. 𝑬𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒔'

"Guys, guys, guys. I can handle it on my own, okay?" you exclaimed, waving your hands dismissively as you walked past them, ignoring them both.

Sanji mumbled in annoyance,"It's your fault, You're always messing things up"

Zoro snorted, "You're the one who can't keep your charm in check"

As you and the crew trudged up the slippery dirt, your mind wandered to the feelings evoked by the rain. You couldn't help but wonder about their true meaning, especially in light of Sanji's recent confession.

Suddenly, Luffy stopped everyone in your tracks, his arms blocking your path. "Can you guys hear that?" he asked, as you all listened intently to the sounds of rustling leaves and footsteps.

"Watch out!" Sanji shouted, his voice filled with urgency. Suddenly, a menacing figure wielding a pirate sword charged towards the crew, seething with anger. The crew was caught off guard, but Zoro, ever prepared, swiftly defended himself by parrying the sword with his own, which he had been holding at the ready.

As the attackers closed in on your crewmates, you found yourself hiding behind the trees, watching the unfolding chaos. Each member of the crew utilized their unique fighting styles, strategically positioned among the trees. Thankfully, none of your crew had been harmed thus far. However, everything changed when a male voice let out a pained groan. "Sanji!" Nami cried out, her concern for her fellow crewmate laid bare for all to see.

You quickly turned your head, your heart sinking at the sight before you. Sanji lay on the ground, injured and blood flowing from his body. With utmost care, he used his own hands to stem the flow. "Who did that??" Luffy exclaimed, his curiosity piqued as he wondered how someone as skilled as Sanji could have been hurt.

You quickly shifted your gaze to the person who was swiftly escaping the chaos. Determined to prioritize saving Sanji, you rushed to his side. With the crew still fending off the pirates, you took it upon yourself to support Sanji, carefully placing his arms around your shoulder and lifting him up. He groaned in pain once again as you both moved. "Wait, wait, wait," Sanji managed to say, catching his breath. He pressed his side to stem the flow of his own blood.

"Alright, Let's go," he said, toughing it out after taking a moment to feel the pain.

You swiftly guided him to a safe spot behind the woods, a surge of intense emotions coursing through you. Carefully, you leaned him against a sturdy tree, your hands trembling with a mix of fear and determination.

"Sanji, where's the wound? Let me see," you pleaded, your voice filled with a sense of urgency as if every second counted. His silence only heightened your anxiety, and you couldn't help but shout impatiently,

"Let me see, Sanji!" The intensity of the moment weighed heavily on your heart.

Finally, he heard you, and with a sense of urgency, he aggressively unbuttoned his shirt until it was completely open, revealing his muscular body once again. Beads of sweat trickled down his neck and body as you observed, but your attention quickly shifted to the tear on his flesh.

His perfect six-pack abs marred by a deep wound, Sanji struggled to catch his breath, intensifying your panic. "Sanji, look at me," you pleaded, your voice filled with desperation. "Please, Sanji, look at me."

He finally looked at you, his eyes fixed on yours, as you gently held his face. In that moment, Ussop came to the rescue, taking his time to assist. "Hey, Y/n, use this to stop Sanji's bleeding," he said, handing you a white fabric from his bag, where his marbles were stored, showing his resourcefulness and willingness to help

"I usually use it to store my marbles and special balls for my sling shot to attack enemies. Don't leave Sanji's side, I'll handle the fight!" Ussop quickly went back into battle, almost tripping on his way, but determined to support his crew.

Feeling hopeful, you eagerly reached for the white fabric that Ussop gave you. In a hurry, you carefully removed Sanji's coat and his unbuttoned shirt to make it easier to wrap the fabric around his waist.

As you wrapped the fabric, your face came close to his, almost touching his muscular body. Once you finished, you noticed that his gaze was fixed on you, adding a hint of intensity to the moment.

"I didn't know you had hidden medical skills. Maybe you should be our crew's medic," he said, playfully joking to maintain positivity amidst the danger.

"I'm a cook who can fight, and you're a medic who can fight like me. We'd make quite the dynamic duo"

"I'm not much of a fighter and I rarely train myself," you replied. He flashed a playful smile and responded, "But don't worry, we have plenty of time to train you. I can't even imagine how badass you'll look once you become a skilled fighter."

"Sanji, are you seriously injured? Why aren't you whining about your wound?" you asked, a confusion evident in your voice. He let out a snort and replied, "I couldn't care less about my wound. All I care about is you being safe here with me."

A smile spread across your face as you uncontrollably reacted to Sanji's words, you playfully pressed the spot on his wound, the fabric wrapping protecting it. To your surprise, he winced in pain, causing a mix of concern and curiosity to wash over you. "I'm sorry," you apologized sincerely, realizing the unintended discomfort you had caused.

He playfully responded, "Now you're sorry after pressing it. I didn't know you were as weird as Luffy. By the way, could you please put my shirts back on?" His expression showed that the pain was still obvious.

You gently assisted him in putting on his shirt, carefully following his coat. Once you had stopped the bleeding, he began to button up his shirt, hiding his strong muscles.

The crew looked utterly drained and worn-out, their exhaustion palpable. Sanji, sensing the need for assistance. Despite his own injury, was about to leave and assist the crew, his selflessness was evident in his actions. You instinctively grabbed his wrist, silently conveying your fear of being left alone. In a moment of understanding, he suggested, "Okay, how about this.. let's partner up."

Confused yet curious, you asked, "What?"

"You can use what you learned from our training, even with limited skills. I'll support you from behind, I know you can do it and trust me, I got you," he reassured, his determination shining through.

Your heart raced with confidence and bravery as you hesitated for a moment before accepting his request. "Okay, I'll help out," you said, your voice filled with determination. "Yesss, that's my girl!" he exclaimed with a wide smile, excited to see you embrace the fight.