Stolen Glances And Culinary Charms. PT 4.5

Stolen Glances and Culinary Charms. PT 4.5

notes : SO WHATEVER DID HAPPEN THAT NIGHT??? HMMMMMMMMMMMMM I WONDERRRR ( THIS CHAPTER IS JUST A FLASHBACK ! ! ) I was supposed to post this yesterday but I totally forgot ^^;

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“SANJI?” YOUR VOICE, A SOFT AND AFFECTIONATE WHISPER, flowed effortlessly from your lips, reaching his ears like a melody he couldn't resist.

His name on your tongue was a sweet symphony, a cherished melody that he longed to hear over and over.

The world around you seemed to blur, the music fading into a distant echo as the room's vibrant colors turned into a hazy memory. You were caught in a suspended moment, and your heart raced as Sanji leaned in, a promise of an impending kiss in his eyes.

But just as your breath hitched, he surprised you with a soft, loving peck on the nose. It was a tender, unexpected gesture that filled the air with affection and warmth. Time stood still for that brief moment, a reminder of the sweet, innocent connection between you two.

“Apologize.”

“For what, my dear?”

“Not kissing me properly.”

Sanji's heart skipped a beat, and he closed the distance between you, his breath warm against your skin. “Ah, madam,” he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness, “I could kiss you properly a thousand times, and it still wouldn't be enough. But believe me, as much as I want to, I'd like to do it when we are sober.”

Your enthusiasm filled the air, and you stood tall, holding onto him with eagerness in your eyes. “I'm sober now!” you exclaimed, a spark of excitement lighting up your face as you spoke.

Your enthusiastic response caught him off guard, and he found himself at a loss for words. The unexpected boldness in your actions and words stirred something deep within him, a torrent of emotions he couldn't easily dismiss. Desire coursed through him, but so did a realization that had been waiting in the wings.

With his silence, you tilted your head, puzzled by his reaction. Your eyebrows furrowed in uncertainty as you searched his eyes for a response. But before you could utter a word, he made a sudden move, pulling you into a warm, comforting hug. His face found refuge in the crook of your shoulder, and a deep blush colored his cheeks.

His heart raced, and embarrassment washed over him like a tidal wave. It was an unfamiliar sensation, and he clung to the embrace as a way to conceal his now-rosy complexion. His bashful response was endearing, a side of him rarely seen by others.

In that moment, as he held you close, the truth dawned on him like a gentle revelation. His feelings for you were undeniable, and he couldn't keep them hidden any longer.

He loves you.

As he buried his face in your shoulder, he couldn't escape the weight of his realization. The depth of affection he had for you, the unspoken love that had grown quietly within him, had now surfaced. And as he clung to you, he knew that he was willing to take a chance, to see where this new, unexpected chapter might lead. 

His heart was yours, completely and irrevocably.

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punch drunk zoro accidentally confessing to sanji that he doesn't know is there

a prompt from twitter!

I will NEVER get over the fact that Sanji is canarian in the OPLA dub, Alexa play Chulo part. 2 by Bad Gyal (ft. Tokisha & Young Miko)

Translation: [you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid]

Brewing Blooms: Florist!Sanji x Barista!Reader

note : indecisive me couldn't decide on whether I should make Sanji a barista or a florist ;v; I STRUGGLED FOR THE WHOLE DAY but ultimately ended on him being a florist - :DDDD LIKE HEAR ME OUT IT'S LITERALLY PERFECT FOR HIM

| 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

THE FIRST RAYS OF DAWN'S GENTLE LIGHT pierced through the half-closed blinds, painting a soft, golden canvas across the snug interior of your coffee shop. The scent of freshly ground coffee beans intermingled with a hint of cinnamon, creating an aromatic symphony of warmth and comfort.

You, a dedicated barista and the proud owner of this intimate coffee sanctuary, were no stranger to the early hours. The soothing hum of espresso machines, the rich fragrance of freshly ground coffee, and the hushed conversations of your loyal patrons composed the daily chorus that cradled your mornings. Yet, on this particular day, the serenity of your routine was disrupted by an explosion of energy and excitement. 

Amid the soft pre-dawn glow, Nami flung the coffee shop's door wide with an enthusiastic flourish, clutching a bouquet of fresh flowers in her hand. "Y/N! Flowers for you!" she cried out, her voice brimming with excitement. Your heart skipped a beat, and you blinked, startled and confused. 

Your eyebrows furrowed in surprise as you turned to face Nami, who was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Flowers? For me? Who on earth...?" Your mind raced, wondering who could possibly be sending you flowers. It had been a while since you'd been involved in any kind of romantic relationship. You didn't recall mentioning any recent love interests to Nami.

Nami's gaze danced with amusement, her lips curving mischievously. "You never told me you had a boyfriend!’"

You chuckled at the assumption. "Believe me, Nami, if I had a boyfriend, you'd be the first to know. This is quite a surprise, though." You carefully picked up the card attached to the bouquet, your fingers deftly sliding it out from among the blossoms. 

Nami leaned closer, her curiosity piqued. "Well, what does it say?" With a puzzled expression, you read aloud, "For Petal Paradise?" 

"Petal Paradise…Petal - OH!" Nami snapped her fingers in realization. "It’s the flower shop that just opened nearby."

You raised an eyebrow. "Petal Paradise, huh? They must have had a mix-up with the delivery. I should probably return these." You murmured, adjusting your hold on the bouquet.  "Can you manage without me for a bit?’"

Nami waved her hand dismissively. "Of course, Don't worry about the café. Just go next door and play nice with the florist." She winked mischievously. 

You chuckled at her playfulness and nodded. "Thanks, Nami. I'll be quick." 

With that, you headed next door to Petal Paradise, your curiosity growing as you approached the charming flower shop. The little bell above the door tinkled softly as you entered, and the fragrant air of the flower shop enveloped you. 

Sanji, the talented florist, was busy arranging a stunning bouquet, his nimble fingers carefully selecting each flower and placing it with precision. 

You cleared your throat to get his attention. "Excuse me," you began, "I think there was a mix-up with a flower delivery. I received these at my café, but they seem to be intended for Petal Paradise." You held out the bouquet to him. 

Sanji, with his hands still delicately arranging the blossoms, looked up with a warm smile. His eyes sparkled with appreciation as he examined the bouquet you held out. 

"Ah, a mix-up, you say? Well, it's fortunate that you're the one who received them. After all, these flowers deserve to be in the presence of someone as radiant as you."

"Are all florists in this neighborhood so skilled in flattery?"

Sanji chuckled, his confidence unwavering. "Only the ones who recognize true beauty when they see it." 

Rolling your eyes playfully, you retorted, "Flattery will get you everywhere, won't it?’’ Sanji flashed a grin and leaned in a bit closer, his eyes filled with playful mischief. 

"Everywhere and anywhere, bubs. It's a florist's secret weapon, you know."

"Oookay, casanova," you said, shaking your head with a grin, "Are you taking the flowers or not?" You gestured to the bouquet in your already outstretched hand, bringing the conversation back to its original purpose.

Sanji's composure snapped back to the task at hand as he accepted the bouquet, his fingers gently brushing against yours. "Oh, right! Sorry!" 

With the bouquet now in his care, Sanji straightened up and extended a hand toward you, a friendly smile gracing his features. "I should have started with a proper introduction. I'm Sanji." 

You returned his smile, placing your hand in his. "Y/N. I own the coffee shop next door."

As you spoke, your gaze naturally drifted to the intricate tattoos adorning his arm, peeking out from beneath his rolled-up sleeves. The designs were an intriguing mixture of vibrant blooms and winding vines, a testament to his deep connection with the world of flowers. Your eyes followed the intricate details, captivated by the colors and the artistry behind them, unable to hide your curiosity. But just as quickly as your gaze lingered, you averted your eyes, not wanting to appear too intrusive.

"Neighbor!" He grinned widely. "Well, I guess it might be fate, madam!"

"Fate, huh?" 

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't, but I'll be counting on you to visit me whenever the need arises." He handed you a card with a wink.

"The need to get flowers, you mean?"

"Well, of course! But also the need to get to know me better."

His cheeky response took you by surprise, and you found yourself laughing at his audacity.

"We'll see about that." you replied, the words were more of a playful challenge than anything else.

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