Summary: Drabbles and prompts and quotes.

Warning/ Author Note: I own nothing and UGH... this is such a horrible story/drabbles/randomness. I'm going to try and do better in the future...

Breathing Just A Little

Do not fall for me

because I am not easy.

I am not soft delicate warmth-

there is nothing easy about my composition.

Boa Hancock narrows her eyes and glares at the man before her, legs crossed and face in the palm of her hand as she grimaces at the blubbering and bowing man.

A wave of a hand.

A black figure moves and there screams and blood but Hancock watches on, blinking only once and remembers every single second.

Later, when the moons replaces the sun in the sky and all is quiet but the wind whispering in her ears, Hancock shivers, grasping her silky clothing and shudders, breaths coming out in a pant.

The tears come, slowly but surely and the screams and liquid being thrown around is playing again and again in Hancock's mind.

"Hey, pretty lady, are you lost?" The man grins, teeth sparkling and eyes bright.

Pink quickly paints her cheeks and her heart pounds, Hancock bites her lip, looking away.

The wind caresses his hair and Hancock looks back at him but only sees a figure in white with a bubble-like helmet on and laughing, something smells of burning and there is pain.

"GET AWAY!" Hancock shouts and stumbles, falling onto the floor but the man only frowns and tries to help her, reaching out a hand to help her.

Hancock's sisters come, staring down at the man with a cold gaze and something similar of Hancock's visions reflecting in their own eyes and they are still for a moment before they charge and the man is taken to Amazon Lily for execution.

Boa Hancock lets out a torturing scream that only spells anguish and help me please-

"SISTER!"

Hancock falls once again, the tears coming harder and someone puts her head on a lap, muttering words of comfort that Hancock tunes out and threads dainty fingers through her black hair.

Hancock's hand clenches and she slowly calms, but the pounding of her heart is hurting, like something still digging into her chest and Hancock coughs.

She liked him, her head is full of them together.

(But he is dead, gone forever and not even bones remain).

Hancock sleeps, a few droplets on her eyelashes remaining and the scar on her back throbbing as she curses the Celestial Dragons to hell.

(Because she can no longer love).

Her devil fruit hums.

I am part fleeting hurricane and consuming ocean.

I am not slow gentle heat,

but part searing mouth and jagged heart.

...

Do not fall for me,

I am not easy to love.

I am best kept

just out of reach.

- Out of reach

Delicate fingers run across his jaw but Sanji doesn't even twitch, his gaze on the other side of the bar as the girl pouts at him. "Come on, don't you want to have fun?"

Sanji grits his teeth and grabs his blazer, stomping out of the bar but the girl follows him, blush dusted across her cheeks as she stumbles and jogs a bit to reach him with his large strides. "Come on, Sanji. Just a little bit..."

They arrive at the forest and the girl corners Sanji near a tree, hands trapping him though he could easily escape. "Come on Sanji, why are you being so stubborn-I though you love me?!"

Sanji licks his lips. "Why do you love me?"

The girl tilts her head. "Because you're Sanji of the Straw-hats, son of the awesome Vinsmoke Judge and cook so good I don't have to waste any money!" The girl beams but Sanji, who was in the process of inhaling a cigarette allows it to drop.

(Slowly, slowly in slow-motion, like the pieces of his heart that he has to burn together, forming a deformed a mass of red and black, to keep going).

"Nope, we're done. Sorry mellorine but I can't do this anymore," And with that Sanji is gone, ignoring the girls calls behind him. Sanji sits on a cliff, the water lapping at eroding rock and he drums his fingers on his thigh impatiently, the cigarette he dropped was his last one.

Purururu Purururu

Sanji answers the Den-Den-Mushi, gripping it tightly.

"What?" He growls.

"Whoa, Sanji-kun, what got on your nerves?!" Nami exclaims with a laugh. Sanji sits straighter, apologies on the tip of his tongue before he deflates.

"Nothing, don't worry about it," He responds immediately and there is a pause of silence.

"It's that girl, isn't it?" Nami clocks on. "I knew she was bad for you dammi-"

" It's okay Nami-chwan. It's not your fault," Sanji interrupts her but is in no mood to swoon at her thoughtfulness to ask.

"Sanji, you're a great guy. Kind and totally awesome and your hands are like godly, I swear on my tangerines! Don't let that girl put you off- anyone would be lucky to have you!" Nami finishes with a smile the snail can't copy.

Ka-cha

Sanji stares for a while, mouth open and chuckles, loud and fake.

This was the seventh girl. The three were bounty hunters, the two I had an argument with because I was 'always busy' and the last before now only used me to help her village before she ditched me.

(And all told him the same thing-he loved too much).

And Sanji wonders, why there is a problem with too much love when sometimes people-

(Like him, as a child, wanting to be accepted, wanting to be loved)

-don't get enough.

And his heart explodes because no matter how many times he tries not to, he falls hard and the pain of rejection get's more unbearable each time.

So now, Sanji will swoon and he will love because he cannot stop his heart from opening but he will keep out of reach, slyly swatting hands away.

(And nobody will get hurt because he is out of reach

But mostly for him, selfish but for him because he is tired of all this).