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wc is around 669 idk somewhere in that general area (very short Ik)
Tags: no use of y/n, fluff, established relationship, reader’s gender is not specified, use of ‘love’, ‘amour’, reader-insert, Sanji/reader, might be ass, authors first posted fanfic, I suck at reading and writing but we ball I love Sanji, cuddling, typical Sanji smh, Sanji’s dialogue is blue, very slight angst (for like one sentence)
/2nd pov/
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞
You awoke to find the side of the bed is cold, you reach around to try to find your beloved, but he just isn’t there. You frown to yourself as you think about how he’s probably worrying away alone in the kitchen. The alone part scares you.
Sanji has been alone a lot, he automatically thinks he’s burdening everyone around him when he’s there, which is not a good trait.
As you wake up a little more you look at the clock: 2:23AM. Ugh he shouldn’t be up this late, you groan. He often does this and overworks himself. It’s his awful way of coping or showing he cares.
Throwing on one of Sanji's dirty shirts on the side of his dresser to cover up, you shuffle out of the room and towards the kitchen.
As you approach, you see the light still on and you panic as you don’t see him for a second, but then he pops into your vision.
You find him fast asleep with his face in a notebook on the couch. The thing that gets you is—he looks really uncomfortable. That position cannot be good for his bones.
No wonder he complains about back problems all the time.
You hate to be a creep watching him sleep, but as you go to get a glass of water to wake yourself up a little more, he groans.
You think he might’ve woken up but as you look back at him he’s still sleeping. But now he’s whispering something?
Getting a little closer, you start to make out some of his words, “No, no, no, stop it.”
What? You watch his face as he shifts uncomfortably and curls in on himself. “Love?” You call out to him, hoping he can hear you in his dream somehow.
“Are you alright?” You start to get worried. It’s probably one of those god-awful nightmares again.
You want him to wake up, get out of that place, but you also don’t want to startle him awake either, that would just make his panic worse.
You run your fingers through his gold locks, trying to soothe him. He jolts awake, making the book fall onto the floor.
“Amour what are you doing here? Did I wake you I’m sor-” he pants out, wiping his eyes
“More importantly, what are you doing here?”
“We have a big bed for a reason,” you continue, “this couch is not even that comfortable to be honest.” You say as you sit down next to him on the couch.
“I’m sorry love, I worried your pretty little face.” Sanji says as he kisses your hand.
You roll your eyes as you sip on the water you poured a few minutes before.
“Sanji, I have an idea, follow me,” you instruct.
“Wha-”
You don’t let him finish his sentence before you drag him to the aquarium. He doesn’t mind though.
It looks so surreal at night, the water illuminates the room leaving a blue tint. You sit on the arguably much more comfortable couch by the glass. You pat the cushion beside you beckoning Sanji to sit.
“I’ve truly been blessed!” Sanji starts to swoon. “Just sit please I’m tired, none of these dramatics please I want you.” You frown. Your secret weapon he can’t reject you now.
It’s taken a while to get him to actually be able to get close to you without nose bleeding everywhere. Improvement yay. Also the fact that he always wants to be the one taking care of you—not himself.
Having to actually sit down with Sanji to tell him that you enjoy taking care of him as much as he does, took some time. But he got it eventually.
“You’re too good to me, mon dieu.” He sighs out as he lays across the couch. Getting comfortable, he lays his head on your chest.
For the first time in the day, Sanji finally breathes.
You catch him as he gets a little ahead of himself sniffing you. What is his problem.
“Hey,” you break him out of his trance as he starts to bleed on your chest and through your (his) shirt.
“I- uhh I’m sorry,” he murmurs as he wipes his nose with a handkerchief in his pocket.
“No.” You say as you bring him back into you, hugging his head close so he has no room to argue. All arguments were muffled anyway.
“Just relax ji.”
He can’t resist you when you call him that.
You feel him finally surrender and nuzzle against you with a whine.
~
After a while of running your fingers through his soft, well-kept hair, you hear him gently snoring.
You watch the fish swim about for a few minutes before you start dozing off. Feeling your head bob, you lay back against the pillow by your head.
The sound of Sanji’s rhythmic breathing lulls you to sleep as you gaze at the fish gliding through the water.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝𓆝 𓆟 𓆞
Yoyoyo first fanfic written
Critiques are welcome plz lmk !!
It was kinda proofread. By kinda I mean I was half asleep.
