Imagine Sanji thinks you’re a dream when you knock at his door at 3am
⎰ A/N: My first Sanji x reader. This was supposed to be part of a scene in another sanji fic im writing but i scraped it entirely. I rewrote it as a what if scene instead. Hope you enjoy this!
Warnings: none.
Sanji blinks slowly, once, twice, as if his sleep-fogged brain is still trying to catch up with what his eyes are seeing. The door hangs half-open, at the sight of your bare legs and the loose shirt over sleep shorts, its hem barely brushing past mid-thigh. For a long moment he just stares with slightly parted lips.
Then it hits him.
A slow, dazed grin spreads across his face, equal parts adoration and wicked delight. Like a man who’s just realized the universe has finally decided to be kind to him.
“Y/N…-swan…”
The name leaves his lips hushed and trembling with wonder. His voice is rough from sleep, but it still carries that hopelessly lovesick tone reserved just for you. A thin trail of blood slips from his nose, but doesn’t even bother wiping it away this time. His eyes are too busy drinking you in.
Sanji leans heavily against the doorframe, one hand braced above his head, the other raking through his disheveled blond hair as he lets out a soft, shaky laugh.
“So that’s how it is tonight…” he murmurs to himself, gaze tracing the line of your collarbone, the way the shirt clings and doesn’t cling in all the right places. “My mind has finally stopped teasing me with half-measures and brought me the real feast.”
Laughing to himself in disbelief as he shook his head. Then pushes off the frame, straightens up to smooth his tee shirt like he’s trying to look presentable for his own fantasy and takes one slow step closer.
“You’re cruel, you know that?” His tone is teasing, fond even, yet accusing. “Coming to me dressed like this… looking like every lonely thought I’ve ever had at sea.”
Another step. Closer now. Close enough that you can smell faint traces of tobacco still clinging to his skin, cologne, and that fresh scent of whatever soap he uses whenever he showers before bed.
“You always look like an angel,” His voice drops to a conspiratorial murmur. “always… appearing like this…just for me.” Sanji exhaled a dreamy sigh. “I must say…you look even better than your last visit, my love. Yes… much better now that I can see you properly." His eyes sparkled, his teeth caught his bottom lip mid-grin. “And judging by how you’re standing there… you know just how irresistible you are, don’t you?
He sighs again. “Angel… did you choose that shirt on purpose? Knowing exactly what it would do to me?” The question lingers for a moment while half-lidded eyes gleam with want as they fix onto the hem of your shirt. “Or is my subconscious just that generous tonight?”
Sanji reaches out… slowly… like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he moves too fast, and lets his fingertips hover a breath away from the hem of the shirt. Not quite touching, like he’s savoring the anticipation.
“Because if this is a dream…” A longing smile tugs at his lips. “…then I’m allowed to be a little selfish, no? I'm allowed to want more than just looking, yeah?” His tongue darts out to wet his lips, gaze darkening as they fall to your lips. "Don't you agree, gorgeous?"
His gaze flicks up to meet yours daringly, a little desperate beneath all that charm.
“Tell me, my love…” he whispers, voice trembling with barely restrained longing. “In this dream you’ve so kindly stepped into… will you let me find out if you feel as soft and warm as I’ve imagined every single night?” He lingers, warm and possessive. “Or do you just stand there looking perfect, and watch me fall apart from a safe distance again?”
And this was the last time you’d wake Sanji at 3 AM for a pack of cigarettes when yours had run out.
Okay, so you know how Japanese doesn't have the letter L, right? And they replace L with R.
Now, in One Piece this seems to work both ways and we see this with, for example, Laugh Tale -> Raftel and Rogue Town -> Logue Town.
Now here are two little puns I found that make use of this.
- The name of Brook's first pirate crew is a pun on rum and bones. The Rumbar pirates (cool in English too cus, you know, pirates and rum) also works as the Lumbar pirates. The lumbar is the lower back region of your spinal column or backbone.
- Sanji's Mellorine is a pun on food and falling in love. Mellorine is an imitation ice cream, which Sanji can probably make cus he can make any type of food. He's also basically saying the girls are sweet like (immitation) ice cream. Anyway, replace the "ll" with "r" and you get Mero-rine. Mero-Mero (think of Boa Hancock's devil fruit) is a Japanese expression meaning "to fall hopelessly in love".
(ids: 2 rectangular flags with # equally-sized horizontal lines. colors in order from top to bottom are blue, lighter blue, white, light purple, white, greyish-purple, and dark grey-purple. in the center of the first flag is a light purple crescent moon and star symbol outlined in white. /end ids)
Mellorine/Sopollic; a term that is both mellic (link) & soporine (link), mellic-in-nature & soporine-in-nature (SPIN), mellic-aligned & soporine-aligned (soporic), or any other combination between the two terms.
(ids; 3 images; a transparent image, a black crescent moon and star symbol, and a transparent image. /end ids)
