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a visitor on the biodome!!

𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢 (サンジ) 𝐱 𝐌!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Late at night, unable to sleep, you wander into the kitchen and find Sanji already there, quietly cooking. When you admit you’re hungry, he reacts instantly—dropping everything to focus on making you something fresh, insisting that anything he cooks for you has to be perfect. | Word Count : 800+

𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 + 𝐅𝐃𝐍𝐈 mature content below.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : fluff, late night, cooking as a love language, heavy flirting (mostly sanji), sanji being down bad, acts of service, gentle touches, brief physical contact, (hand on waist), sanji spoiling you, (feeding you) slow burn.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

You hadn’t meant to wander down to the kitchen, Sleep just… wasn’t happening. And there you were. Standing in the doorway of the kitchen, half-awake, rubbing your eyes. “…Sanji?” He stands at the counter with his sleeves rolled up and his tie loosened, moving with effortless precision as something sizzles gently in the pan. He glances over his shoulder—and the second he sees you? He lights up. “Well, well…” he murmurs, turning just enough to face you, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“I was hoping I wasn’t the only one still awake.” You lean lightly against the doorway, arms relaxed at your sides. “Couldn’t sleep,” you admit after a moment. “I ended up wandering.” Sanji hums quietly, studying you for a second longer than necessary. There’s a subtle smile on his lips, the kind that feels intentional. “I’m glad you wandered here,” he replies, turning back to the stove only long enough to adjust the heat. “It would’ve been a shame to miss you.” Sanji spoke again His voice softening, “Couldn’t sleep… or did you come looking for me?” You lean against the doorframe, voice quiet. “I was just… hungry.” Sanji straightens, his attention snapping fully back to you as if the rest of the world just stopped existing. “Hungry?” he repeats, almost incredulous. Then his expression sharpens with purpose. “You should have said something sooner.”

“I just did,” you point out, but he’s already moving. You barely have time to react before he’s pulling ingredients out—fresh vegetables, herbs, something already marinating like he knew this would happen.“I’ll make you something perfect,” he says, already chopping, already moving. “Something worthy of you.” You huff a quiet laugh. “Sanji, I said I was hungry, not that I needed a five-star meal.” He shoots you a look over his shoulder—half offended, half playful. “Everything I make for you is five-star.” The kitchen fills with warmth fast. The sound of the pan, the smell of garlic and butter, the rhythm of his knife against the board. It’s… calming. Easy.

You wander closer without thinking.“Careful, I’d hate to see you get hurt.” he murmurs as you step beside him, not even looking—but his hand slides to your waist anyway, steadying you away from the heat. “You’ll survive,” you reply, picking up the knife. He shifts just enough to give you space, though not much. The proximity feels intentional. “Let me help.” Sanji considers you for a moment, then slides a second knife in your direction with a faint, amused smile. He shifts just enough to give you space, though not much. The proximity feels intentional. For a while, neither of you says much. The sound of chopping vegetables blends with the soft sizzle from the stove, creating something calm and steady. It’s easy to fall into the rhythm, easier than you expected. Sanji, however, keeps glancing at you. Eventually, you glance sideways. “You’re staring again.”

“I’m appreciating,” he corrects smoothly. “Oh” You let out a quiet laugh. “It’s honest,” he says, stepping closer. His hand reaches out, adjusting your grip on the knife with gentle precision. “You look good like this.”Your breath catches slightly at the contact.“Like what?” you ask, trying to keep your tone steady. “Relaxed,” he replies, his voice softer now. “Comfortable. In my space.”There’s something deliberate in the way he says it—like he wants you to notice. You focus back on the cutting board, though your movements slow just a little. “You’re laying it on kind of thick.” Sanji’s quiet chuckle brushes past your ear as he steps around you to check the pan. “You always do this?” you ask. “Drop everything the second I say I’m hungry?”He hums, flipping something in the pan with practiced ease. “Only for you.” You raise a brow. “You cook for everyone.”

“Yes,” he agrees smoothly, “but I spoil you.”He plates the food with way too much care for the time of night—adjusting, fixing, making it look like something out of a restaurant instead of a quiet ship kitchen at midnight. Then he turns, stepping closer. Your plate never leaves his hand. “Go on,” he murmurs, holding it just out of reach. “Taste it.” You narrow your eyes. “You’re not even going to let me take the plate?”His smile is softer now, teasing but… focused. On you. Always on you. “Where’s the fun in that?” You sigh, playing along, and lean forward—taking a bite straight from the fork he offers. And yeah, It’s ridiculously good. “It’s really good,” you admit. Sanji exhales like he expected nothing less, though there’s clear satisfaction in his expression.

“I’m glad,” he says. Then, after a brief pause, his tone dips slightly. “I’d hate to disappoint you.”You shake your head, a quiet laugh slipping out. Something about that answer makes him still for a second. Then he steps closer again, just enough to close the space between you without crowding it. “Good,” he murmurs. The kitchen falls quiet again, but it’s no longer just calm—it’s charged, subtle but unmistakable. Sanji’s gaze lingers on you, softer now, but no less intense. “Next time you’re hungry,” he says, voice low and steady, “come find me sooner.” You tilt your head. “Why?” He steps closer again, just enough that you can feel him. “Because,” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded, “I like taking care of you.”

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