Sanji X Reader 💋One Shots💋

Old Scars, New Love

Happy Birthday My Prince~
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"Hey, could I get a little help in here?" Sanji Called out, poking his head out from the kitchen.

"What for? Can't do your own job anymore, shitty cook?" Zoro answered from where he napped on the deck.

"Mind your DAMN business mosshead." He shot back at the lump of green that was Zoro before turning his attention to the center of the deck. "Ladies!, would any of you lovely three like to help me in the kitchen~?"

You, Nami, and Robin sat peacefully chatting on the grass; or you were peacefully chatting. Sanji had spun his way over to the three of you, which produced an assortment of reactions all around. Nami was giggling while you viciously shushed her with a knowing smile resting on Robin's calm expression. Moments ago you were just talking about your fascination with the man and how you wished for more opportunities alone with him, but now you had fully frozen up, hissing for Nami to not say anything.

However... You failed to specify exactly what you didn't want her to say to him. There was one thing that was equally as horrifying to mention as your infatuation with the man, and that was your history as a chef. Ex-chef, obviously. You hadn't told a soul outside of Nami and Robin in the past two plus years for a multitude of reasons, one being that if Sanji ever found out, he'd want to cook with you for sure. That just made you nervous. The other reason... was trauma related. Choosing between embarrassing yourself or reopening old wounds was not usually something on your to-do list, but today it seemed that you would be killing two birds with one stone there.

"Hey _____, you should go help him out!" Nami encouraged, nudging you playfully. " You're the one who used to be a chef~!"

It was comical how both your jaw and Sanji;s hit the floor, but for vastly different reasons. He was both shocked and enamoured to hear that you used to be a chef, whereas you were mortified, shrinking back while also shooting a savage glance at Nami.

"I've kept this secret for over two years. Why did you let it slip?!" You whined at Nami in a harsh whisper.

"_____-chwam~, you never told me you used to be a chef~!I" Sanji suddenly swooned, sorting himself in seconds before dropping down onto one knee to passionately request your assistance, one hand on his chest with the other extended outwards towards you. "Please, would you come to my aid in these trying times?"

You shot a look at Robin that pleaded for help, but you could see in her eyes that if Nami didn't blurt it out, she would have let it slip instead. The stars had aligned to get you an opportunity with Sanji alone, but god damn were you ever nervous. Truly, you couldn't say no to a face like that... but your secret was out, and you knew he'd want to hear more. You couldn't avoid this thing forever honestly, and fate seemed to have you scheduled to stop running from everything today.

"I-I... S-sure. Yeah. I'll come help. Thanks for volunteering me, Nami." You finally replied, a bit of a bite to your words when you spoke her name.

She of course just playfully stuck her tongue out at you and laughed, incredibly happy with herself.

"Ah, perfect~! Then let's not waste a second more; come with me!" He requested with genuine excitement, extending his hand out just a little further in request of yours.

"Alright. I'm movin'." You huffed, placing your hand in his.

As soon as your skin connected, he stood and hoisted you up to your feet with ease. He looked so genuinely excited, this certain look about his eyes that read pure joy. That look of his always made you weak, and you were so damn thankful he had turned away as he led you to the kitchen with the gentlest of tugs. It gave you just enough time to sort yourself and stifle the heat that wanted to rise on your cheeks. Thinking about how you were going to explain your history as a chef was a nerve wracking enough thought to assist with changing your focus, nervousness trumping your admiration for the man.