#sanji fic

[jjuleslovely]

I Want to Earn It (Part 2)

Fandom: One Piece Pairing: Sanji x Fem!Reader Rating: SFW Word Count: 2030 words Warnings: hurt/comfort, Reader deals with self esteem/worth, and talks down to herself a LOT in here. I am in no way romanticizing this as it is a display of behavior I myself have experienced. (Probably shouldn't need to say this but oh well) Part 1

Summary~ You can't stop mulling over your last chat with Sanji, finally getting a chance to talk it over one starry night.

Crossposted on AO3!

There were multiple times in your life you felt like running away.

Multiple times in your life you wished you could fly just so you could alone somewhere, alone in a place that lacked that suffocation of a dimly lit room, alone in a place that wasn't made for a crowd, alone in a place where you could breathe. The thoughts in your mind progressively swimming into deeper and thicker muck until you were sure you would drown in your own prison.

You don't like to talk about it, oh how you wish you could, but that was just too much wasn't it? You couldn't ask for someone to just lend an ear to your troubles. Not to the people here. Your troubles were laughable in comparison.

You're weak, isn't that so? Too sensitive… perhaps he was right about such a statement. You don't like thinking of that old man and his patronizing gaze. It makes your head hurt, so you redirect your attention elsewhere. Up high in the sky, the specks of lights twinkle above.

The stars understand you.

They don't look at you with pity, or disappointment, or annoyance, or worry, they don't…. Look at you with anything at all, actually. Completely silent like the rest of the night. Can stars even see?

If they could, what have they witnessed?

"Some of the brightest stars in the sky that you can see, are already dead," whispered the memory of Robin near your ear, "dead before any of us were even born really." She finished off her usual morbid one-liners.

A bright remanent of what once was. You think it's beautiful still. It's a remanent that would last for generations, though you weren't sure if the thought helped to soothe you in any way.

Your gaze drifts downwards, to the soft waves below, the scent of salt stronger from below as you catch the faint glimpse of your reflection in the near-still waters that cradle the Sunny.

"Everyone here loves you just as much as you love them. You're not a burden."

The words repeat in your head like a mantra, the only clear thought that would fill the emptiness in your head when it eventually tired itself out.

You haven't spoken directly for a few days now, the rational side of you knew he was just giving you space, but the other side was steeped in a vat of boiling stress and anxiety. It was numbing. A dull ache that didn't go away, and you knew of why.

You had snapped at him. That evening while watching the sea. You had let your emotions get the better of you again and lashed out at the one guy with the ability to let your guard down. You want to apologize— you SHOULD apologize, but your feet feel like they're stuck in glue. Stiff and unmoving, you were once again falling back to the same old habits you had sworn before to grow past. You couldn't keep doing this.

You can't avoid Sanji forever.

You don't want to.

Not when your heart has already latched onto him so. You let out a deep sigh, stepping back from the railing and flopping onto the grass, fully embracing the sky above, stars winking back at you.

"Can I tell you a secret?" you whisper.

You would've felt silly if you weren't on the brink of a breakdown.

"I really like him. I like him a lot, but I think it would be best if I didn't…"

You couldn't stop yourself now that you've started.

"I'm more trouble than it's worth, too many issues. He deserves someone better than that."

Your throat feels dry, but you continue, the words coming out shaky the tear ducts of your eyes filling at the brim.

"Even still… I want him to look at me like that more… like I mean something. I don't want to be just another girl… but that's silly, isn't it? I'm being selfish again. Asking for more than I should…" the stars above seem to blur against the dark backdrop, like drops of milk in a puddle of ink.

"I only started noticing because he treats me so nicely… like he does to every girl after all…"

You start to feel an ache around your eyes, a sudden sniffle surprising you out of your confession. Quickly, you sit up, wiping away the gross fluids from your face with the sleeve of your shirt. Your fists ball up in the process, and your figure shifts into a curled up ball to quiet your sobs.

Pitiful honestly.

You curl in tighter.

A soft foreign crunch in the grass startles you out of your misery, and you sit up straight, looking around frantically, eyes landing on a handkerchief in front of you.

"Here." says the owner, quieter than a mouse, like any louder would scare you off.

You stammer out a quick word of gratitude, hesitatingly taking the soft fabric, and gently dabbing the farthest corner against your sore eyes before handing it back. You wipe the rest on your sleeve.

"Thank you…" you murmur, nervous about your voice sounding more scratchy than you'd like.

"Can I make you something to drink? Maybe a warm cup of tea?"

You stiffen up, gaze drifting to the one you hadn't wished to see you in this state regarding you gently. You nearly yelp in surprise.

"Wha- What are yOU-" you burst into a fit of coughs before you could finish your sentence, and Sanji immediately crouches down next to you, hesitatingly rubbing your back in and up and down motion as you ride it out.

"Couldn't sleep…" he replies after you've finished, like you were the one to have found him in a messed up state and not the other way around, "came out for a quick smoke, it… helps relax me."

You side eye him curiously, he doesn't seem bothered at all by your… situation. In fact, he seemed eager to get another word in with you.

"That cough sounded painful, I'll make you something to drink, is that ok? What would you like?"

Your mouth opens and closes like a fish, and you settle on a simple nod, making him chuckle slightly.

"Alright." he stands up, holding out a hand for you to grab, "Let's head to the galley then."

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You seat yourself at the bar, fidgeting nervously while Sanji works, smoke wafting from the cigarette poised between his lips, upturned on one end as they usually did when he was focused on something. Neither of you had spoken much at all since entering the galley, with you being too anxious to breach that bubble. He had been so kind… he always is. But he was once again being too nice to you, without expecting anything at all in particular.

"Order up," he says lightly, sliding a warm cup of tea towards you.

"Thank you, Sanji." you say sincerely, your leg bouncing anxiously.

"Of course," he replies with a reassuring grin, one you don't deserve.

Your leg bounces more intensely as he leans back against the counter behind him, holding his own cup of tea. He doesn't push, he never does if you don't want to. You bite your lip again, the tea burning your heavy tongue.

"I'm sorry." you say suddenly.

Sanji's eyebrow quirks up in surprise, "Sorry… for what?"

"I'm sorry about what I said… What I said that day. I was being rude to you, and you were only trying to help. I'm sorry, Sanji, you're a very kind person, and I didn't return that kindness back towards you."

"Whoa, hey hey hey-" he says setting down his cup of tea, moving quickly to the bar and resting both hands on the edge, "You don't have to-"

"I do." you interrupt him, "I was being rude, I'm sorry, Sanji, and… thank you. For.. for the tea."

Sanji pauses, lips parting without a word, so you fill in the space, "I don't want to avoid you anymore, I want to make up. We're crewmates after all."

You take another sip of the tea before you continue, "And you're a good friend of mine too… so…"

Sanji smiles softly, "I forgive you."

"You're not just saying that right?" you surprise yourself with your own words.

"'course not…" he chuckles, "I forgave you days ago."

"You're…. something. Mr. Black-Leg." you let out a breathy, humorless laugh.

"Is it something good?"

"… yeah. It's something good." you hold out your hand to him, "so… friends again…?"

He takes your hand and presses a teasing kiss to the knuckles, "Never even considered we stopped in the first place."

Your cheeks felt warm as you pull your hand back with a soft huff, "You never change… always the lady's man you are, huh?"

"Perhaps… but hopefully I can be something more to you soon enough."

"You shouldn't tease so much… People will get the wrong idea y'know." you finish your tea, the sentence having ended a tad more somber than you'd like.

Sanji immediately stiffens up.

"I would never give you the wrong idea…" he says softly.

You look up from your empty teacup.

"I…" Sanji starts, reaching towards you, before grabbing your teacup and bringing it to the sink.

He coughs awkwardly into his hand, quickly washing the two cups, scrubbing aggressively.

"You don't have to lie to make me feel better, Sanji. I appreciate it, but really, I'll be ok—"

The water instantly shuts off with purpose as Sanji places the cups in the dish rack to dry, wiping his hands against the hand towel before rushing towards you with a stern look in his eye.

"Enough of that." he says, "You're always saying things like that. Always…." he sighs, hand waving in the air as he finds the words stuck in the back of his throat, "You mean so much to us ok? You mean a lot to me, you just can't see…"

You lean back slightly, startled by this sudden outburst, "You don't have to—"

"I DO. I do have to." he huffs, resting his hands on your shoulders with a firm grip, one that was grounding, "I love your laugh, I love the way you brighten up when I make your favorite foods, I love the way you tear up over sad stories, how excited you get over things you love-" he pauses for a moment, "but you make yourself smaller. You always excuse yourself, you slink into the background, you hide away you…. less. You make yourself less."

You tense up slightly shifting uncomfortably, causing Sanji to back away, "Sorry—" he quickly apologizes, "I didn't mean to get in your face sweetheart, I just didn't know how else to tell you… it matters to me you know? To all of us. We all want to know you."

"No you don't." you reply quickly, instinctively.

"I do." he replies firmly, "Ma cherie, you don't understand, how much…" he pauses, licking over his lips nervously, "Shit… this is… a really bad time to admit it…"

"Then don't."

He gives you an awkward smile, "You really are… the sweetest girl I've known…" he mumbles, running a hand through his hair, "Then… can I hug you instead?"

You think for a moment before nodding, letting him in.

He steps forward, entering your space, his arms wrapping around your midsection, securely, not too tight, maybe even a little loose, easy to pull away if you got claustrophobic. You return it, you hug him hesitantly, and then tighter, nose burying into the collar of his shirt like it was the last time you would ever see him.

"I'm a mess…" you admit plainly.

"I know." he replies.

"Doesn't it bother you? I've got problems…"

"A lot of us do."

"Why are you so nice to me?"

"I care about you."

He hugs back tighter this time.

"This might not change much…" you say, even quieter now.

"That's fine." he says, "you can take as much time as you need."

"What if it takes years?"

"We have years."

"You really are too nice…" you laugh sardonically.

"No… you've just met people who care."

And maybe you'll start to believe him.

A/n: Finally back with the part 2 AYE!!! Not for.. good reasons admittedly. The first part was written when I was in a bad place mentally, and the same can be said here. This work is extremely indulgent in terms as a vent piece rather than a comfort piece. (TRUST ME. I LOVEEEE comfort but unfortunately it couldn't fit in here + I don't have many ideas of how to fit it unlike my fav comfort writers :( oh well.)

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Stuck Up High, I Want to Fly!

Fandom: One Piece Pairing: Sanji x Fem!Reader Rating: SFW Word Count: 1652 words Warnings: Sanji and Reader have a kid named Sora (because I love the idea so much.) Reader doesn’t have much of an appearance lol, deals with the fear of heights

Summary~ Your daughter Sora gets stuck on the mast net, shenanigans ensue.

Crossposted on AO3!

"Papa- I'm scared." Sora whimpers clinging to the net she had been climbing on like a lifeline.

Sanji chuckles, holding his hands out from below, prepared to catch her whenever, "And yet you managed to climb so high!" he praises.

"It's too high!" She leans her head back a little to shout, and then clinging back to the net with a yelp from feeling the slightest pull of gravity, "I can't climb back down!" Her eyes squeeze shut.

"Of course you can! I'll catch you if you fall, see?" Sanji calls back up.

Sora attempts to peek, cracking one eye open, but snaps back up from the nauseating view.

"I can't!"

She shivers, the puffy petal pink dress and shorts she's wearing flying in the breeze. A breeze that also shakes the net a little, causing her to let out a couple more panicked squeaks.

Sanji bites his bottom lip, turning to you with pleading eyes.

"I did try, love." You sigh, eyebrows knitted and twitching with worry, "That's why I called you over, you know how she likes to reach for you more."

"And it doesn't seem to be enough.." he laments sadly, "my poor girl…"

"What's going on you guys?" Luffy calls, walking into the scene with Zoro following close behind, "Why are you guys just standing around here?"

"Er, well you see…" you start pointing upwards to where Sora was still stuck.

"Oh wow!" Luffy shouts, "You're so high up, Sora!" He laughs, "great job!"

"No- it's not great unfortunately," you pinch the bridge of your nose, "she—"

"She's growing up." Zoro smirks, "soon enough she'll be able to lift a sword on her own."

Sanji whips his head in his direction, "She'll learn to kick her enemies before her delicate hands touch ANY blade other than a knife." He hisses.

"Why don't we see what she chooses to try out first?" Zoro taunts.

"Well we can't, not now." Sanji glares before his mood shifts in realization, "Because… because she…" his lower eyelid twitches, "She can't get down!" He sobs to the side, hand pressed to his chest solumnly.

"—Yes." you confirm with a breath, "She's stuck up there…" you scratch the back of your neck, looking up. Sanji stands next to you, foot tapping against the grass floor anxiously.

"What do you mean? She's not stuck!" Luffy tilts his head, "You can do it, Sora!" He calls, "You can get down!"

"I can't!" She's shouts back, "I can't- I'm too scared Unkle Luffy!"

"Yes you can!" He insists, "you just gotta take the first step! One, two! You know?!" He marches in place to demonstrate, not that Sora saw, but you appreciated the sentiment.

"Just do the reverse of what you did to get up there, baby curly!" Zoro calls after, "climbing down is easy after the first step!"

Sora whimpers, and now everyone stands there frozen over what to do.

"I can grab her." Luffy offers, punching his fist into his palm.

"Absolutely not." Says Zoro, his eyebrow twitching.

"If you have a death wish, be my guest." Said Sanji, snuffing out his cigarette.

"Appreciate the offer captain, but respectfully, no." You replied, with a polite but threatening smile.

"Hey you guys, have you seen Nami? I just fixed up her climatact, and I can't find her in the library—" says Usopp opening the door to the deck.

Your eyes widen, "Usopp!" You exclaim, rushing over, "You're good with kids right?" Your hands clamp down onto his shoulders, surprising him.

"Er- maybe, I guess?" He blinks at you, "What's going on? Is Sora ok?!"

"She's fine!" You wave your hand frantically, "it's just that she… well." You gesture to the net on the mast.

"Oh. OH!" Usopp exclaims, looking up, "Wow! You're so high up, good job-"

"Yes we can congratulate her later- can you help her get down?" You ask hurriedly, "You're good at talking right?"

Usopp blinks.

"Well I mean sure but.." he turns to Sanji.

"Sanji." Usopp says, "Can't you literally fly?"

…

…

…

…

Usopp's stares unamused at the dumbfounded adults in front of him, "Did you guys seriously forget—"

A sudden yellow blur whizzes past all of you as Sanji boosts himself high into the sky, faster than you've ever seen him move in your life.

"PAPA'S COMING, SWEETHEART!" He shouts racing to the top.

You breathe a sigh of relief.

Luffy lets out a hearty laugh.

Zoro watches silently as usual with his arms crossed.

Usopp shakes his head in wonder with an exasperated grin.

Sora yelps as she feels another strong breeze shake the net.

"Papa! Mama!" She cries out.

"Papa's here sweetheart." Sanji pants, keeping himself afloat next to her.

Sora hesitates before cracking an eye open, her fearful expression quickly replaced with one of pure glee.

"Papa!" She exclaims, instinctively reaching out—

And slipping.

For a moment, she felt a sharp thrill for the first time in her life, from freefall. Her little voice lost in her throat as her foot, the one keeping her clung to the net slips- and she falls—

Right into Sanji's chest as he catches her.

"No need to fear, mon chou, I got you." Sanji chuckles cradling her close and pressing a kiss to her head, whispering words of relief and gratitude into her hair, words she couldn't completely grasp- but it didn't matter. Not that she was focused on that in the slightest.

The high of the thrill finally dies down, and the reality of what happend come crashing down on little Sora as her wide eyes blur and bubble woth tears.

"Papa!" She sobs, throwing her arms around his neck, burying her face into him, "That was so scary!" She cries.

"Shh.. shhh I know…" he murmurs patting her back.

She sniffles, squeezing so tight he almost chokes, "aCK- Sora- sweetie-! Not too tight-"

Sora instantly loosens her grip, but keeping her little face buried in the crook of his neck.

"'M sorry…" she mumbles in a little voice.

"Shhh no no, what are you sorry for?" Sanji murmurs, gently prying her away from his neck to face her, "You climbed today! So high up. That's a big accomplishment!"

"But you and mama were scared…" she says, looking down.

"We were yes, but that's because we didn't know how else to get you down safely, remember what I said about taking big bites?"

"I'll choke...?" Sora sniffles wiping her nose.

"Exactly." Sanji wipes away her tears with his thumb, "You took a big bite today, and you got far! But you couldn't come down… so what will do next time?"

"… not climb?"

"But why did you climb then?"

"I wanted…. the sky is pretty."

"Was it pretty?" He asked gently.

Sora pauses before nodding her head. Sanji grins.

"Don't you want to see it again?"

Sora nods again.

"So what are you going to do next time you want to climb?"

"Uhm…. Climb?"

Sanji chuckles, "Yes, you're going to climb, but you climbed so high up today."

"… climb a little bit?" Her eyebrows furrow.

"Mhm," Sanji grins, "and then you climb back down, and then you do that over again, climbing a little higher each time."

"Like taking little bites!" Sora exclaims, her eyes lighting up.

"Exactly." Sanji nuzzles his face against her cheek making her giggle.

"Papa! Stop! Your beard tickles!"

Sanji laughs pulling away, boosting himself up a little higher, sun high in the sky, the deck below so small it could fit in the palm of your hand.

"Sora look." He whispers, gently guiding her to look out around them, "It's the sky."

Her eyes widen, one hand grips her fathers shirt, while the other reaches out towards a cloud, giggling as another breeze washes over them, this time secure in the arms of her father.

You place the final lemon slice in the glass, taking the tray of drinks out onto the deck.

"Are the still not back yet?" You ask Zoro, who was busy maintaining his blades, dabbing them with a ball of cotton.

"They're busy flying around." Zoro responds without looking up.

You chuckle shaking your head in amusement before setting a drink down next to him, "I'm glad that was settled, I can't believe I forgot he could do that."

Suddenly, you feel a strong breeze come down as your husband lands with your laughing daughter in his arms.

You scramble to balance the drinks before they fall, gasping as one tips over- only for Sanji to catch it, placing it back onto the tray and kissing your cheek while Sora squeezes her eyes shut and sticks out her tongue in faux disgust.

"We're back," Sanji greets with a grin, "our little girl all safe and sound." He pokes her cheek and Sora giggles out in response.

You place your hand on your hip, "Just in time, I finished making some refreshing drinks." You hand Sora a small cup of juice, "Here you go, honey."

"Thank you!" She exclaims, taking a big sip, Sanji helping to tilt the cup back a little before she spilled the drink on her clothes.

"And for you, my hero." You grin handing Sanji his glass.

"Thank you, darling…" he smiles, taking it gratefully, "flying around was fun, but it is a little tiring…"

"How was it up there by the way?" You ask, handing a drink over to a passing Franky, "Did you have fun?" You ask Sora.

"Lots of fun!" She exclaims, "Again!" She tugs at Sanji.

"Maybe later sweetheart…" he laughs, "I have to prepare dinner in a bit."

"Can I help?" She asks, blinking at him with wide, enthusiastic eyes, the ones Sanji couldn't refuse.

"Of course! I'll need the help of my little sous chef to make it perfectly." He squeezes her in a tight hug.

You laugh watching them both, leaning in to press a kiss to her cheek, and then his. Your precious cooks.

A/n: so funfact, I did actually forget Sanji could fly halfway through writing this LMAO I also got like… possessed 💀 I wrote this all in one sitting. And this was supposed to be a sequel to another one shot I wrote of parent Sanji and Reader. YEAH I HAVE SOME MORE. Anyways, adding onto this, I love, LOVE the idea of Sanji naming his kid (particularly a daughter) Sora. My fav idea ever.

[jjuleslovely]

Needy kisses with our favorite lovesick cook (Sanji) 💛 that’s it, that’s the post <3 (Fluff and slightly suggestive, but not nsfw)

Your first kiss was surprisingly clumsy. Light and sweet, your lips barely touched, it was almost like a spark from both ends, and it concluded with the both of you laughing from the tension caused by your nerves. You got it eventually, now he could kiss you proper without feeling so lightheaded! Of course, you weren’t ignoring his casual kisses, the one to the knuckles, for instance.

But the ones for a lover?

Oh, those ones are different.

But especially from Sanji, you hadn't expected his kisses to feel… so light, so fleeting. Almost like you were a beautiful, delicate snowflake he feared overwhelming with fire in his heart. In more heated circumstances, he rushed so he could pepper your face with more. Like soft sparks. Across your cheeks, down your neck, the soft loving peck against your temple.

You hadn't minded at all, but eventually you craved for something slower, something deeper. You pulled him close one evening in a rare instance where you were alone, and melded your lips with his. He smelled of smoke and a hint of citrus as he usually did, notes of his cologne trail behind him like a memory, but fail to keep their stay for too long. His lips were soft, warm, and they trembled slightly under your bold gesture of want. You felt the slight flick from the tip of his tongue against your upper lip as he steadied himself to rest his hands on your waist.

You part for a moment, your eyes lidded, focused heavily on the curve of his cupid's bow before diving back in. Another kiss, you continue to guide him as well as yourself, you've kissed him enough times to know what you want now, tender and soft, like pressing your fist into risen dough, a slight whine escapes your lips when you press deeper, pinning your lover against the railing, trapping him between your warm body and the frigid waves behind him. His breath stutters, and you suck it up.

Another kiss. You insist, pressing back into into him with a leg curving around his own, his warm breaths a beautiful compliment to the dust of rose on his cheeks. You part for only a second, until he grabs at your hands and tugs you close, your lips connecting again like puzzle pieces, sliding into place as he asks silently to take the lead, hands sliding down from your own to lick around your waist, trapping you against him. His lips vere off course for a moment, to kiss the corner of your mouth, catching you off guard before he dives back in, claiming you back woth the same fire you've proved wouldn't hurt you, the flame you wanted to dance with until you were both sated. When you part this time, a thin string of saliva connects you both, the sheen beautiful on his lips, the image disturbed by a trickle of blood—

Only then do you snap out of your daze.

You remember his hearty laugh as you fish for your handkerchief at the same time as he does to clean the mess. You're quicker however, frettingly smudging away the blood accompanied by a string of apologies and concerns.

But he quickly silences your worries by meeting his lips with yours in one last kiss.

"Let's continue this a little later after I've finished tidying the kitchen, alright, Sweetness?" He murmurs, as the last few drops crimson soak into the fabric. It was an offer you just couldn’t refuse.

A/n: Mini drabble I scribbled out while trying to get my writing juices flowing again, I have so, so many w.i.p.s in my catalog and no ideas on how to finish them lol, granted most of them were written while I was on my period, and that gave me ideas a plenty, it wasn’t kind enough to give me conclusions either. Hopefully my next post is a finished fic, until then enjoy my self indulgent rambling about kissing this man 🥰

[jjuleslovely]

The Time We Share Together

Fandom: One Piece Pairing: Sanji x Fem!Reader Rating: SFW Word Count: 2373 words Warnings: Slight swearing, lots of casual affection and touching A/n: Back with another oneshot! This time inspired by "Veil" from Kotteri. Switched up my writing style a bit for this one! Feeling very soft today :)

Summary~ Sanji catches your eye, and you catch his. A collection of moments spread across your relationship and it's evolution!

Crossposted on AO3!

He caught your eye, that silly man. He twirls and spins and proses like no one's watching. No doubt passionate.

You caught his eye too, your first interaction had him on one knee, near sobbing like you were the All Blue, and you would be lying if you said you weren't intrigued. He did calm down after that initial strong greeting, especially after you joined the crew, but by then, you were brewing with your own affection too.

He's fascinating, no?

You were quietly watching him cook in the kitchen now, moving around so smoothly, it was like he was dancing. You hadn't announced your arrival, and he hadn't seemed to notice yet, absorbed in his work, as he switched from checking boiling pots on the stove to the rising dough on the counter top.

It's almost cute how focused he gets. Especially since he's a dramatic mess when you're around, so you don't get to see this side of him that often. The cook of the Strawhats, and an amazing one at that.

You could remember the first thing he served you, A creamy clam and mushroom soup, so smooth and not too thick, it was like the flavors were melting on your tongue, balanced and ever so brain-melting. It only sparked your curiosity even more.

"You forgot the mushrooms." You say smoothly, seated at the bar area resting your chin on the hand, watching him lazily.

He jumped as the wall of his focus shattered, leaving a wide-eyed, startled man meeting your relaxed gaze. So, so cute.

"Ah- I-! Mon dieu- I mean my love! How… How long have you been sitting there?"

"Long enough to enjoy a show, I didn't know you could dance." You chuckle at his fluster.

"Well of course I can," He quickly recovers, sauntering over to you, "What kind of gentleman would I be if I couldn't?"

He was anything but subtle with his performance, and you wanted to see what other sides you could tug out of him.

"One who doesn't just stumble at the sight of a lady." You grin.

"I'll have you know that I can make you stumble just as easily." He tuts confidently.

"Is that another way of saying you'll sweep me off my feet? Points for creativity." You laugh as he sets a glass of iced water in front of you. The cubes clinking against the glass and immediately putting your laughter to a stop.

"Oh, you didn't have to..." You say, taking a slow sip.

"But I want to, for someone like you, of course I would." His says, voice softer with his lidded eye gazing at you sincerely, and if you weren't quick enough on your feet, you might trip.

"Charming as ever… but my thirst has already been quenched already." You smile, watching in amusement as he slowly processed your comment.

And that's how it seemed to start. These back and forth banters that you honestly enjoyed. A way to pick at his flirting a little, a kind of game.

It wasn't competitive, in fact, it felt almost natural. Words flowed from your tongue like a river, and you were pretty sure it was his fault. But you didn't mind. Not at all. Not when you lean against his shoulder on colder nights on his shift, flowery words melting into something more sincere, more real. It was a weird feeling.

You felt comfortable with him, and he seemed to feel the same way. He didn't jump at any contact you initiated anymore, instead he leaned into it with an almost quiet tenderness that was unlike any of his dramatics.

You were pulled away from your thoughts as you feel a weight rest on your shoulders.

Sanji's coat… the scent of him engulfs you, making your cheeks warm up a little more than from the cold.

You quietly hold it closer to yourself, "Are you not-"

"Don't worry about me, love. I'll be fine, I saw you shiver." He says, puffing out some smoke into the cold air.

"Well, thank you." You say softly, bumping your shoulder into his, "It's very sweet of you…"

He says nothing, but you feel him lean his head against your own.

"My love!" Sanji loudly proclaims, spinning towards you with a dessert, "A fresh cold parfait, for this warm morning. You make the sun feel dimmer every day!"

His smile is so bright, it makes you smile too.

"You might want to be careful then!" You giggle while Nami next to you rolls her eyes, "Flying too close might melt you, and we can't have that happening."

"Oh, I wouldn't mind melting if it's you." He says with a dreamy sigh, tucking the serving tray under his arm.

"I do, please, not in front of my parfait." Nami sighs, taking a bite.

"Oh Nami-swan I didn't mean to make you feel jealous-" Nami waves him off.

"Not at all! But I will be raising your debt for that."

You stifle a laugh watching him slump a little in defeat, turning to watch the sea as you dig into your own dessert.

Cold, sweet, delicious.

Sanji sighs, clutching the blanket closer to himself, it was cold tonight, colder than most. He should prepare a warm soup for breakfast tomorrow, he should ask Chopper if he had any dried medicinal herbs he could use for it. The stars were bright tonight at least.

A soft click of the hatch disrupts his thoughts. Turning his head, he watches you climb up into the crow's nest, hair tousled, and expression weary.

"Hey Sanji, sorry to come like this… I just can't sleep…"

"hu- [Name]! It's late-" His stumbled speech turns into sputtering as soon as you lift his blanket and invite yourself to his side.

"It's cold… You don't mind, do you…?" You mumble exhausted.

"I- Of course not!" He immediately pulls you closer and adjusts the blanket so it could wrap comfortably around you both.

You laugh softly, leaning against his shoulder, the puffs of warm breathe visible in the cold air under the moonlight.

"I thought you must've been cold too, so…" You mumble before nodding off, leaving Sanji sitting there flustered. If your body heat wasn't enough to warm him, the flush on his cheeks did the trick.

"Sanji-" You pant, "You can put me down-"

"Don't even-" He huffs, adjusting his hold on you, leaping from roof to roof, "You're hurt-"

"It's just a scratch!"

"That deep gash on your leg? You can hardly stand, let me at least take you somewhere else-"

You huff, leaning against his chest. Can't even argue with that. Stupid, You jumped into the fight, confident you could at least hold the enemy back until someone else better matched could handle it. Sanji arrived in the nick of time, but not before you had slipped, allowing the enemy to slash your upper thigh.

You cringe at the memory, such a silly mistake.

"I'm sorry…" you grit out regretfully, before being plopped down on your ass on a crate hidden away from the battle.

"No, no, none of that love…" Sanji pants, catching his breath, "You did plenty, but let me help you too. Ok?" He tries softening his tone.

You don't miss that glint in his eye, "Right… yeah… Just… Don't like doing nothing."

"I know." His hand brushes against yours, a comforting touch, before he goes back out to rejoin the battle.

It was ever evident how close the two of you were becoming. Neither of you even denied it, unless the crew wanted you two to get more annoying and obvious.

"Spooning soup into his mouth? Really?" Nami sighs while you shrug, putting the washed bowl in the drying rack.

"He's injured," You brush it off, "And he wants to get back on his feet as soon as possible, which means plenty of rest."

"His LEG has been injured, not his arms." She calls out to you as you stroll away, whistling.

"You're a little reckless sometimes…" You hum sitting by Sanji's bed, "No wonder you're one of the captain's wings."

"Hey it's not reckless…" Sanji huffs, clearly annoyed from being forced to lay in bed to recover.

"Well it was going to catch up one way or another." You reach out to hold his hand in your own, casual touch the both of you had gotten used to, "You can't walk this injury off this time."

He sighs, "What am I going to do about dinner…?"

"The others can take care of it, I can take care of it, thanks to all the lessons the best chef in the world taught me." You grin confidently, "Trust in your sous chef, loverboy."

You hoped that your confidence would at least ease some of his worries, and it seemed to, as his shoulders loosen up slightly.

"I could be doing something…" He mutters.

You carefully pull out one of his cookbooks that you grabbed from the library before coming to the sick bay, "There is something you can do right now." You say quietly, placing the book on his chest.

"I've already read through the whole thing though…" He mumbles picking up the book.

"We can still talk about it, I'm not the master chef here." You smile.

"Aren't you my sous chef?" He raises a playful eyebrow at you.

"I am." You huff, "But I also haven't been cooking my whole life, see, I lack the decade of experience you have. SO please, bestow upon me your knowledge."

He laughs, exactly what you were after.

"What's the All Blue?" you ask suddenly during a night watch, "It's your dream to find it, right?"

Sanji pauses from his smoke, stubbing out the light he turns to you, "The All Blue?"

"Mhm." You rest your head against his shoulder, "What is it?"

He hums, leaning right back into you, "It's the ocean every good cook dreams of. It has every fish from all four of the seas, every creature, every sea plant. The place where all the four seas connect." He leans against you more comfortably, "It's out there somewhere, I know it."

"A place like that exists?" You ask, a little incredulous.

"Definitely." He gives you his signature grin, "And I'm going to find it."

"I'd like to see it with you then." You grin back, resting your hand lightly on his back.

"Oh love…" He breathes dramatically, "You're dangerous for a man like me."

"Doesn't this guarantee I get the first bite of whatever you make first when we find it?" You laugh.

"One-hundred percent," He smiles, nudging your side, "I'll make sure of it."

It's almost difficult to believe your relationship had developed so naturally. From friends to lovers, there was little transition at all. And not much has changed in your dynamic at all either.

The galley was lively tonight. Not because there was a banquet, or group of people, in fact there were only two people there, filling the empty space with laughter. You had considered yourself a romantic before, but never so cheesy. Sanji had finished wiping down the counters when you had mentioned dance again. Which led to you being pulled from your seat and into a clumsy waltz with your lover.

"You're such a silly man!" You laugh as he pulls you closer.

"But you love that about me" He grins, pressing his forehead to your own.

"Of course, I do." You say, hiding your face in his shoulder, trying your best not to stumble.

"Pay attention now," He whispers near your ear, damn him, "You said you wanted to feel the flow."

You push his face away a little playfully, still recovering from your laughing fit, "Ok, ok, teach me then, Mr. Black Foot."

"You might want to steady yourself a little first, like this." He grins, your hand in his, his other hand on your waist, "Right foot back, side step left-"

You clumsily follow his lead, he moves so gracefully, all while leading a soggy mop.

"Slow down a bit! Isn't this a waltz?" You laugh falling into him again, "It's like you're trying to dance me to next Sunday! Or maybe…" You get in his face, "You're doing this on purpose."

"And what makes you think that, my dear?" He says, pretending to be unfazed by your sudden surge of confidence.

"Well," You instantly fall back, pulling him harshly to you, "For calling me your princess, you love to make me stumble into your arms. Not very graceful is it? WHOA-"

Sanji's arm quickly wraps around your waist to keep you from falling.

"Well, I'd rather have you falling into me than the floor, princess." He huffs, pressing a light kiss to your hair as he pulls you back upright.

"My savior," You roll your eyes.

"At your service, my dear, your knight in shining shoes." He gets you back into position to practice waltzing again.

You know what I've noticed? you say softly, fingers toying with a strand of his blonde locks, "You always refer to yourself a knight when saving a 'princess'. A knight…"

He hums putting his book down to lean into your touch, "Knights do save princesses, people… Isn't it more romantic than a prince?"

"Didn't say anything about a prince." You smile kissing his hair.

He only hums, "Knights choose to fight."

"A prince doesn't?"

"A prince is born into those responsibilities. Who knows what he'll do with them…"

You raise an eyebrow, moving from playing with his hair down to his hand, twining your fingers.

"A princess also has responsibilities." You point out quietly.

Sanji turns his head to face you, a soft smile on his lips, "But my princess is a wonderful person."

You try to hold back the blush threatening to bloom on your cheeks, "Ok, but-"

"She likes to help those around her," he continues, hugging you closer to his side, "she notices those who are tired, she'll rise up to the challenge, isn't that what makes a good princess?"

You pause, a smile growing on your lips as you bump your head, lightly against his, "Also what makes a good prince." You squeeze his hand, "And I know one, he's the kindest knight I know."

A/n: Hello everyone, sorry for not having been active much at all lately. I've been very busy with my life and when I did have time I couldn't get much down at all. I had mor romantic drabbles in mind while writing this, but decided to stop where I did to keep it concise. :) This oneshot is something I spat out just today. And that was after binging the manga "Veil" by Kotteri. (If you enjoyed this work, please check this manga out as well!!! It's a soft romance with sweet characters for the soul 💛) the main inspiration for the work! As always, thanks for reading, and I'll be back with more in time!

[jjuleslovely]

Bubbles and the Scent of Rose Petals

Fandom: One Piece Pairing: Sanji x Fem!Reader Rating: SFW Word Count: 1125 words Warnings: Suggestive, with both parties being nude for most of the fic. (They're bathing so.) A/n: I REALLY like domestic scenarios and intimacy. Mostly cuddling.

Summary~ With a rare moment with your lover, you both decide to take a bath together to relax.

Crossposted on AO3!

Steam fogs up the room in a warm mist, leaving the windows all blurry from condensation, the perfect canvas to glide your finger over. You smile as you draw a heart onto the glass, giggling as you turn to your lover seated behind you in the tub, who had been scrubbing your back with a wash cloth.

"Look!" You say in a loud whisper, like a barely held back secret, "It's fogged up enough to draw on!"

Sanji turns to the heart and grins, setting the wash cloth to the side as he reaches forward with his own pointed finger. With his form pressed against your back, he draws the first letters of both of your initials inside the heart, with a plus sign in-between.

"So it is." He comments calmly, settling back down to hug you close to his chest, "And now it's complete."

You could hardly hold back your amused grin, whipping around to pinch his cheek, "That was so cheesy!" You laugh, forehead bumping into his.

"You don't like it? I should up my game then." He laughs with you, leaning back when you push forward.

"And what would that look like?" You ask, "Are you going to visit me next time with a band and rose between your…" you trail off, noticing how his arms have settled back around your waist.

"Well…" He hums, fingers trailing up your back, to which you raise your eyebrow at.

"Sanji-"

"I'm not doing anything." he grins at your stern expression, "Don't worry."

Soon you feel a single finger, trailing along your back in a sort of pattern. It takes you a moment to realize what he was doing.

"I…. L… O… V… E…." You mumble as they pass,"Y… O… U…"

Sanji leans forward, letting his forehead bump into yours, "I love you." He says softly.

This man.

"I-I uh… love you too…?" God, you hoped the steam in the room was a good enough excuse for the heat on your cheeks.

Sanji chuckles, like he didn't just pull off an unexpectedly smooth move out of nowhere, leaving you speechless. The way he was combing back his wet hair wasn't helping either. Even after having known him for so long, this man still has some tricks up that suit sleeve.

At your wits end for a response, you take the small bucket at the side of the tub, and proceed to gently dump some water on his head.

"Your turn to get washed!" You smile and kiss his cheek, not wanting to be beaten so easily, "Turn around, I want to wash your hair now."

"Yes ma'am," he quickly complies, so cute.

With a breath, you lather the shampoo in your hands before massaging it into his scalp, using slow circular motions that you knew for a fact would relax him. A soft groan and you knew you hit the spot. Sanji leans back slightly, eyes closed in bliss, as he practically melts under your touch. It was hard not to smile at the sight yourself, seeing him so relaxed with everything he does every day, just letting it all melt away. You've long finished soaping his hair, now just curious to see how much further you could take it. Your hands slowly move from his scalp to his shoulders, earning you a soft gasp.

"Love-"

"Shhhh…" You say, holding back a smirk, "Just relax, dear." You begin to massage his shoulders, thumbs digging into the muscles between his shoulder blades and the back of his neck, earning you another relieved groan.

"Oh- wow…" he mumbles, and your grin widens.

"Right? Maybe I should help give you a full body massage sometime. Practical reasons, of course."

He laughs breathily, "You've got a magical touch, beloved… hands of a goddess— oh… right there-"

You stifle a giggle, "I'm glad you're enjoying it," and even more glad he's letting himself indulge completely for once, but you keep that to yourself, "You're always out there using some part of your body, whether to fight or cook… your muscles might have some soreness built up over the years." you say the last part softly near his ear, and you watch as it glows bright red.

"What is this, ma cherie? Are you trying to get back at me for earlier?" He murmurs, feeling like putty in your hands.

"Nooooo…" You hold back a chuckle, letting a hand slide down one arm, tracing a pattern onto his skin, feeling him tense up the slightest bit.

"Is that…?" he mutters, eyes fluttering open before settling into a narrowed, focused mode.

You giggle, tracing letters onto his skin.

M Y S I L L Y L O V E ♡

"You're a dangerous woman, my love…" he groans, leaning back completely to rest his head against your chest, looking up at you with a lazy smile while you laughed aloud, "But I'd let you play any trick on me."

"Learned from the best." You look down at him with a grin, now with his bangs out of the way, you get a full view of his face, both of his eyes, and his signature swirly eyebrows. You lean down to press a kiss between them.

"Perhaps, but you have your own special twist, brings me to my knees." he murmurs softly, reaching up to brush the pads of his fingers against your cheek.

"You praise me too much."

"There's never too much when it comes to you, beautiful." he grins widely.

You huff, pinching his arm lightly, "We should hurry up here… we'll turn into wrinkly prunes this way." You start washing out all the bubbles in his hair while he hums.

"This feels like heaven though… doesn't it?" Sanji sits back up as the last of the soap washes off.

"We rarely get time together like this…" You agree, scrubbing his back, "But it makes the time we do have feel extra special."

He couldn't have agreed more.

You huff as you both lay in bed, your fingers combing through his now dry hair, "I'll never understand guys like you, and your absolutely amazing hair."

"What are you talking about? Yours is beautiful and soft as well."

"Not luscious and shiny like yours, though." You bite the inside of your cheek as your fingers comb back his bangs.

"You really like doing that, huh?" He laughs softly.

"Just like seeing all of you…" you mumble, scooting closer, "Like admiring all of you…"

He huffs, pulling you close by your waist, "Are you still trying to get back at me?"

"Not at all." You smile, cupping his face in both hands, "There you are."

He smiles back and pulls you in for a kiss, stopping halfway before you instantly close the distance.

A/n: Yes indeed another oneshot done so soon, I just wanted to write one about bathing because it's another place to be vulnerable, and also all the scenarios in my head that I tried to cover in this short little thing. Ty for reading! 💛

[jjuleslovely]

Painful Yearning (Part 3)

Fandom: One Piece Pairing: Sanji x Fem!Reader Rating: SFW Word Count: 1270 words Warnings: None(?) Reader experiences cuteness aggression towards Sanji. If that counts. + minor swearing A/n: ANNNNNND WE'RE BACK! And call this a short story because I wasn't expecting it either.

Summary~ Trying to drown your thoughts by scrubbing clothes.

Crossposted on AO3!

The air feels off today. You were sure something was different, but maybe you were paranoid! Nami had announced that you would all be docking soon, so maybe everyone was just feeling restless! Luffy definitely was.

You certainly were.

You barely slept the previous night, every time you closed your eyes, you just saw him and his gentle smile, and while normally that would be a welcome sight- that smile was real. You saw it. One of the smiles. Your brain was torturing you by replaying the memory over and over again like a broken record.

It's just a smile, it doesn't mean anything more than a tired Sanji showing you he cares. And the fact you were one of the "ladies." Probably helped too. But wouldn't he rather be more performative instead, since you are one of the ladies?

Don't think on that too much. Just FOCUS on the task in front of you.

Right, the laundry. It was your turn to take care of that this time.

Sort the colors, lights and darks, add the soap to the wooden tub and get to scrubbing.

Your hands plunge into the soapy water as you begin to scrub, a little too aggressively, at the shirt in your hands. You weren't even aware you were furrowing your brows until you saw your reflection in the water. Shoulders slumping in defeat, you take a deep breath, looking around the room to get a grip. The lattice on one wall, the full bathtub with soapy water, bubbles flying all around you.

You hated this feeling, truly.

Not feeling like yourself, not being able to think clearly sometimes, your mind going into overload. You've had crushes before, sure, but not like this. You weren't sure what was different this time around, what made him different. Well, he was kind, but he's kind to everyone, wait, maybe that's even more attractive?

"[Name]! We'll be docking in a few minutes, are you going to explore the island?" Nami pokes her head into the bathroom, making you jump in your seat.

You look up at her and back down at the pile of clothes, "Sorry Nami, I'll have to pass this time, still gotta take care of these."

She regards you curiously before frowning at the pile, "I see… well, I guess it can't be helped. Unless," She gives you a dangerous grin, "Giving the responsibility to someone else? I'll lower their debt for you."

You laugh, "Well think of it like this, someone needs to stay with the ship right?" You flash her a smile.

"Not every time- well, but I guess it makes some sense. I was hoping for a girl's day out, you know…" She sighs.

"Sorry Nami." You say sympathetically to her pout, "Plus, doing the laundry might be good for me!"

"How?" she raises an eyebrow, smirking.

You don't reply, humming as you get back to work.

New island, new adventure, as your captain says. You huff, carrying the heavy basket of freshly washed clothes, nudging doors open with your foot as you traversed to the deck. Heavy, heavy basket, you felt a little bit proud of yourself for carrying such a load, clothes piled up so high, you couldn't see directly in front of you. And that may have been a curse.

"Oh [Name]-chan! Let me help you with that."

For god's sakes, can someone warn you next time? You nearly dropped the heavy basket on his foot!

"Sanji?" You hoped your breathlessness covered for the nervous shake in your voice, "I thought you would have gone out grocery shopping by now?" You strain your neck to look around the clothes pile, to try and face him.

He helps ease off the weight, taking the basket into his arms, "Well I was, but as I was about to leave, but then I noticed everyone getting off the ship to explore, even that moron jumped off the ship and started walking off to god knows where!"

"Zoro?" You hum curiously as you both walked out onto the deck.

"Yeah yeah him, anyways, Nami-san told me that you were going to stay behind to do the laundry, and well, I can't leave you alone [Name]-chan! It's certainly not fair to you to leave you all by yourself on the ship!"

"I can take care of myself." You laugh at his dramatic display, "And are you sure? You're the cook, and I don't know how well our pantry is doing right now. You can go exploring too."

But he shakes his head clipping another shirt to the clothesline, "We have lots left in the fridge right now, I can go shopping tomorrow, my dear."

You watch him help pin the clothes to the line alongside you, eyes focused, a clothespin in his mouth. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket at the moment, and had his sleeves rolled up as he usually did without it. Ugh, even like this, he looks good.

"I- um, are you sure?" You look away to pin up one of Robin's dresses.

"Positive." He smiles, "I'll protect you [Name]-chwan!" he twirls, and you shake your head with a smile.

It's faster with two, and all the clothes were hung up to dry in the sun in no time.

"Would you look at that! All done." You stretch, while Sanji lights up a cigarette.

"With plenty of time to spare," Sanji breathes out, stubbing out his light and turning to you, "Want me to prepare a snack for you, my love?" he asks with heart eyes.

But you were already looking to the sky (for your own sake, really.) and see the sun still high up in the sky.

"It would be 2 in the afternoon now, wouldn't it…?" You mumble mostly to yourself. "Sanji?"

"Yes?" He perks up instantly.

You try your best not to smile too wide, "Are you sure the pantry is doing well? I think we still have some time to head into town if you want."

"Let me think…" he murmurs thoughtfully, "I think we could do with more fresh vegetables and meat… and considering this is a new island, there may be some special varieties or native specialties I could play with…"

You laugh softly, "So that's a yes, then? We'll lose time just sitting here thinking about food rather than getting it!"

"Wait WE?" Sanji snaps out of his thoughts, "Like… just you and me?"

Shoot. Don't be flustered, don't be flustered, play it cool.

"Well, yeah! You said you would protect me, didn't you?" You play it off coolly.

"I- YES! Of course, I would, I'll be your knight, like I said!" He says enthusiastically, pulling back before he had taken your hands in his. You don't notice his expression.

Way… way too close, good thing you can't explode.

"R-right! Let me um- get changed a bit first, I washed the clothes in these… I'll wear something less… wet." You hurry off.

You barely hold back from tearing your hair out as you comb through your closet for something suitable to wear. Going together??? Well there wasn't anything unusual about it besides your recent crush, you had gone out grocery shopping together before! Err- but those times had been assigned like a chore… But you've hung out with Sanji before too! Ugh. Just quit it, you won't win this battle with yourself anytime soon. Trying to rationalize doesn't erase what this whole scenario looks like to two romantics.

Finally picking out a simple outfit, you head back out almost as quick as you had disappeared, back to a waiting Sanji.

A/n: Another chapter done! Sorry if it's a little short, I'm mapping out how I want this story to go, lol! Turns out when you start with an idea, and go in a little aimless, you end up with well A Whole Lot you want to write. I know how this will end, but getting there is the fun part :) Again, thank you all for the support!!! I genuinely, truly, did not expect it!

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[jjuleslovely]

The Meaning of Some Kisses

Fandom: One Piece Pairing: Sanji x Reader Rating: SFW Word Count: 933 words Warnings: Mention of the WCI arc, but there aren't any explicit spoilers. Reverse comfort fic. Reader can be read as any gender, really. Extra: This is a work inspired by another one of @djarinova's scenarios! Tysm!

Summary~ He's so affectionate that Sanji, though he's not usually the first to initiate a kiss to the lips.

Crossposted on AO3!

Different types of kisses have their own meanings. Well, of course they do, but it's especially true when you're with someone like Sanji.

You adore him, very much so, with everything that comes with him. And you know he feels the same, he makes sure you know that every single day.

Funnily enough, he doesn't initiate kisses on the lips as much as you do. Preferring to get you weak in the knees in other ways.

He'll kiss your cheek when he's feeling a little sappy, a little cute, and a little flirty. After he's done his little song and dance in front of his favorite ladies while delivering refreshments, he'll give you an extra peck, just for you. And you'll laugh a little every time.

He'll kiss your forehead to comfort you, or as a quiet farewell in the mornings when he's forced to leave the warmth by your side to get started on breakfast. They're softer, more vulnerable, and you make sure to return the favor on nights where it's just a little harder, a little more difficult for him to sleep. Holding him close, and kissing his forehead after another night terror, letting him feel safe in your arms.

He'll kiss your nose when it's just you two, dancing in the kitchen, flour smudged a little on your cheek, dwarfed by the powdery mess on his face, and staining your matching aprons, orange tarts in the oven, and those beautiful blue-grey eyes of his staring into yours. It's sweet, it's awfully domestic, and you'll reel him in to kiss his stupid lips when the temptation is just too strong.

He'll kiss your hair when you're both stuck on night watch duty (Which just means Sanji's on night watch, and you don't want to leave him alone. And if it was your turn, no it wasn't, you need as much rest as possible!) with you snuggled close together with a blanket, warm tea, and the occasional story to tell.

And right now.

It's a quiet night, especially intimate after the events of Whole Cake Island. An ordeal that you knew was especially taxing on him. In a way, you didn't know how to approach him afterward, not because you were upset, well maybe a little in that he didn't trust you enough with such a burden, but you didn't blame him, you hesitated to approach him not knowing how to be there. The party was over, you swear you could hear your fellow crewmates snoring all over the ship, and you sat next to your lover on the bed. Of course, it felt a little awkward, but sooner or later, the both of you would have to confront it.

"[Name]-"

"Sanji-"

You both look at each other in surprise, a surprise that melts into an awkward smile.

"You first," he insists, "I know you have a lot to say."

"No," you frown, reaching over to his hand resting on his thigh, squeezing in reassurance, "this isn't about me. Don't make it about me. Those were your troubles that you had to face, not mine. I'm your support, every step of the way, like you promised to me." You say it straight, you always do, and right now it means more than anything.

And you hope it's enough as his gaze moves from your hands to meet your own, your earnest, determined gaze.

A soft smile. A soft scoff.

"You're an angel on this world, my love…" he says softly, almost a whisper. You squeeze his hand again.

"I don't need to be an angel to love you like this." you huff.

He hums, and you take the chance to close the distance, pressing against his side, your fingers now twining together.

"Talk to me," You rest your head on his shoulder, "I'm not upset at you for anything."

He hesitates a little, before resting his head on yours, "I don't know how to start really… It all just happened. You think you're ready to face it… and then you're not. I don't know."

You listen quietly, buried secrets revealed to you in a hushed tone, uncertain with a bit of struggle. He trails off on a silent note, his breath was light as he finished, his hand in yours fidgeting subconsciously. It was important, precious to hold, all of this vulnerability laid out between the both of you, and you know you'll make sure to protect it.

You reach out, breaching his ruminating thoughts as you place your hand on his cheek, thumb brushing over tired, barely visible bags beneath his eyes. You didn't say anything, gazing into his eyes warmly as a relieved smile grows on his lips. He closes his eyes as he leans into your touch, hand reaching up to grasp yours, relishing the touch as you ground him back to you. He stays there for a few minutes, minutes that felt like forever, you hoped it was a sort of forever for him. A moment of peace, really. Reuniting with the crew was everything, facing his father cathartic, and now? You were here for him, holding him like he was the world, and well, if it wasn't the most spoiled he felt.

He moved his head again, pressing a soft kiss to your palm, eyes still closed in bliss. It was just you.

It was a first for the both of you, that kind of kiss. A raw show of emotion, something you could hold. And you'll keep it, a special kind of present saved just for you, and the biggest secret he'll trust you to keep.

A/n: wah wah another inspired oneshot! 😭I know some other stuff is anticipated at the moment, and I promise they're being worked on! Thank you for your patience, everyone. 💛 Also, an early post for once! I'll try to keep this one consistent for sure, lol, can't be posting at 3 A.M. all the time.

[jjuleslovely]

Midnight Snack

Fandom: One Piece Pairing: Sanji x Fem!Reader Rating: SFW Word Count: 803 words Warnings: Reader gets hungry, slightly suggestive near the end? (Reader teases Sanji a smidge.) A/n: Inspired by me; I was hungry earlier. Made myself a waffle :)

Summary~ You were engrossed in your work, only snapping out of it when your tummy grumbles. Time to get a snack.

Crossposted on AO3!

You wince when you hear a loud grumble echo throughout the library. Looking up, you estimate that you had been down here finishing up your work for far too long. It's near midnight now, and if your stomach hadn't alerted you, you were sure you would've been stuck to your books the whole night.

Sanji would've interrupted you hours ago to come to bed, but you had specifically told him how important it was for you to finish these reports tonight. The ever sweet boy he is for understanding, but now you almost wish you could hear the quiet creak of the door, followed by the smell of freshly brewed chamomile tea and a couple of plain biscuits, an almost sly way of coaxing you to bed, though you never commented. And then he would sit by, giving you space, as if getting into your bubble would ruin your concentration. Just deliver the tea, give a soft reminder, and then sit nearby if he had the time. Even with the distance, even without the tea, his warmth was all you could feel, a nice sort of distraction.

You sigh.

You miss him. Even though you saw him earlier-

Getting up from your mess of papers, books, and writing tools, you trudge along to the kitchen, dragging your feet from exhaustion. You probably stood up too fast earlier…

Reaching the galley, you're shocked to see the light on inside the kitchen, and peeking into the room you spot… Sanji? He's still up? And… a warm plate of pastry, your favorite kind, sitting atop the newly polished counter top.

You quietly open the door, creeping in slowly in shock. You're standing right in front of the plate, staring at it like you were in a trance. The soft clink of a cup of chamomile tea snaps you out of it, and you look up to meet the Sanji's tender gaze.

"You took a while over there, did you finish the reports?" He asks with a small smile, and you stood there awkwardly in disbelief, mouth slightly open like a fish. You could see it in his stance, his eyes, and his expression, the exhaustion that drips from the added work he gave himself, on top of staying up later than usual.

"I- uh… not yet unfortunately… but I can finish it tomorrow, there's not that much left anyway." You finally find your voice, "Never mind that, you didn't have to do all of this." You gesture to the plate of pastry, and now also the tea.

"You said you needed to concentrate, love. That means you're working really hard on it. And that deserves a reward, right?" He says, slowly moving closer to you, fingers reaching out to tuck your hair behind your ear.

"I said that so you didn't have to wait for me, you could go to bed before me." You sigh, taking his hand in your own and twining your fingers.

"But you're here in the kitchen now, that means you're hungry, or thirsty. And that is my specialty." His grin widens, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss it softly.

You hate feeling the warmth rise to your cheeks.

"You can't out-care me like this…" You force a frown, and he laughs, pulling you close for a hug.

"You can out-care me later then. Right now, this is for you." You sway together slowly, and he kisses the top of your head, "You can start now by eating what I've made for you. I heard that grumble."

You pinch his cheek playfully as you reluctantly pull away, turning your attention back to the food in front of you. Taking a seat, you lift the pastry carefully on your fingertips before taking a bite. Warm, flaky, crispy, and bursting with flavor, you close your eyes and smile.

"It's good…" You moan, melting in your seat.

Sanji smiles, watching you with his chin resting on his palm, "I'm glad, you deserve it."

You wind down with your lover, finishing up your snack, and helping him with another cleanup before making your way to your shared room, to finally end the day and rest for the night.

"Sanji…?" You yawn as he wraps his arms around your waist while you sit at your vanity, prepping yourself for bed.

"That shirt…" he mumbles into your shoulder, you could feel him nuzzle close.

"Something wrong with it?"

"No- it's just-" His grip tightens.

"It's your shirt, right?" You smile slyly, "Do you need it? I can take it off-"

"Don't tease, ma cherie…" He whines and you laugh.

"Sorry love, can't help it, you're being too cute right now." You turn around and bring him in for a kiss, "Thanks for waiting for me, let's go to bed now."

Sanji blinks before grinning, "Yes, ma'am."

a/n: Hello hello everyone! Just a short little snack of something while I work on a couple requests and the next part for "Painful Yearning!" They might take a bit since they are pretty long, and I'm not satisfied with some parts. (Oof...) But they are being worked on, so don't worry!