when you joined the crew, to sanji, it was like nami and robin never existed, or any other woman in fact. you’d been blessed with one of the most beautiful devil fruits that gave you the ability to produce any plant whether it was flowers, herbs, weeds and poison meaning your were a natural at healing. you had just the sweetest soul too, helping him in the kitchen, leaving gentle lingering touches in his face, using your ability to make him seasonings he’s never tried before, the list goes on!
the sunny was decorated in all types of flowers making your presence known to all of the crew. usually you were in the sick bay helping chopper but this evening you find yourself in the kitchen instead. you were sat on the counter, peeling oranges and putting the peels into a pot while you pushed the slices into sanjis mouth as he baked.
“what are the peels for, mon coeur?”
you slipped from the counter, padding off to the sink and filling the pot with water to boil. You moved to stand next to sanji, placing the pot on one of the free stoves.
“s’a simmer pot. makes the room smell nice when you boil it.”
you turned on the stove, hands raising above the boiling water as fresh sage and bay leaves fell from your palms. sanji’s lovesick gaze never left you as the fruity scent started to fill the kitchen.
“hand me a cinnamon stick sanji.”
sanji was snapped out of his hazy thoughts, his long arm extending to the other side of the counter and was brought back with a cinnamon stick in hand. when you put it into the pot it might’ve created the most heavenly smell sanjis smelt in his life.
you gently stirred the pot, signaling for sanji to hand you another orange. he peeled it for you, dropping them into the pot. the kitchen fell into a silence, a comfortable silence.
you felt an orange slice press against your lips, graciously accepting it with a smile as he returned the favor.
the kitchen was now filled with the sent of cinnamon-y oranges and the late night pasta sanji had over the stove.
he turned off his stove, setting his pasta into a bowl and decorated it in marinara sauce. your eyes were stuck on those slender fingers of his while you mindlessly stirred the simmering pot. he placed the plate of pasta on the candle lit dining table before coming back to you to wrap his arms from behind.
sanji smelled like smoke and hints of lemon. it went nicely with the scent of the room. it made you a little dizzy too.
he took your hand, thumb rubbing the back of it with a tenderness that only he could give.
“may i take you out for dinner, mademoiselle [᪥]?”
you turned off your stove, turning in his arms to face him. you took a few seconds to think like you were pretending to think when you were already going to say yes. just before the worlds could leave your mouth, you saw a suspiciously long arm enter the kitchen, feel up the table and grab a big portion pasta off of the plate. the hand zoomed out just as quickly and you looked back up at sanji.
he raised his visible eyebrow at your mumble, turning around just to see the same stretchy arm once again on the plate, this time taking the entire dish.
now sanji did almost yell his captains name out loud but brushed your face with his hand with an apologetic look before swiftly leaving the kitchen. all you heard was yells and luffys oh so familiar giggles coming from the deck.
oh well, maybe next time.
a/n from lay ⨾༊·˚: wow i am getting consistent i wonder how long i can keep this ideas up for 🤤 if everything goes right usopp fic will be delivered tomorrow ❤️🩹🙏🏽. this can be depicted as opla i guess but not really what i had in mind.
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