This is collection of one shots that I found on the internet, I found some fluff, some angst, and some smut.
I didn't write this story, I only copy and paste stories onto Wattpad for off-line purposes.
All Credits to the author.
the Art is not mine...
It was as if the moon had carved itself onto your lips. So bright and shining with a celestial glow that was otherworldly.
You were smiling.
You were smiling and it was making it hard for Sanji to breathe.
The cigarette he had lit seconds ago fell from his lips as he watched you tilt your head up to the sky, arms spread so you could feel every last droplet of rain upon your skin. Tears rolled over the flushed rounds of your cheeks, a laugh bordering on a sob falling from those grinning lips of yours.
Your laugh--your laugh.
It was a sound sweeter than honey--richer than the smoothest chocolate. It was a sound that was engraving itself into Sanji's very mind. One he would not easily forget.
Sanji had known you for a short while now. Had known you ever since the protection of Vivi had been passed from the recently deceased Igaram onto you.
He knew you were a serious, honor and duty-driven warrior. Knew you didn't seek any of life's pleasures out for yourself, putting your duties and princess above all else.
He knew that included any of the special treats or drinks he made for you and the ladies of his crew. Included the simple act of partaking in conversion outside of snapping words at his crew whenever they grew too careless around your princess. Words Sanji himself had been bitten by more times than he could count on both hands for even trying to make a conversion with you.
Sanji knew you didn't laugh. Didn't joke. Didn't cry or get upset for yourself. Didn't smile.
He had wanted to change that ever since he had first laid eyes on you at Little Garden after you had someone managed to track your princess down.
He had wanted to bring you joy. Had wanted to try and ease that pain and strife waging a war in your eyes.
He had learned from Vivi what had happened to your family. Your mother and baby sister had been killed during a rather horrid sandstorm. Your father, after joining the royal guard, had been killed in battle. Your brother, very shortly after joining the rebel forces currently opposing Vivi and her father, had been killed during a raid.
Yet you stayed steady in your loyalty to Vivi, who had become your friend and given you sanctuary as her handmaiden as well as the opportunity to train with Igaram. Yet you sought nothing out for yourself, always giving and protecting.
So Sanji did what he could to make you feel appreciated. He made sure your meals were prepared with the utmost care and packed with all the protein and nutrients you needed. Made sure to bring you water after hours of sitting in the sun and training. Sanji even tried his hand at downplaying his flirting. At just sitting with you in your silence and even throwing you the occasional joke just so he could see you crack the smallest of smiles.
It never worked of course. You were a steadfast warrior, one whose serious nature rivaled that of the Straw Hats' own warrior.
But here you were, smiling as the rain-soaked you to the bone. Smiling and laughing and crying for your country which had faced so much hardship.
And when you turned that smile onto Sanji, his heart stopped. His brain stopped. The soft hush of the rainfall around them and the voices of his crew fell away until all he could hear was you.
He watched you approach him with a carefulness he wanted to tell you wasn't needed, but his throat had run dry--words catching and faltering under your stunning beauty.
A calloused strong yet gentle hand smoothed over his, slowly interlocking fingers in a soft hold. Some semblance of sense came back to Sanji then, his fingers tightening their hold around your hand and feet moving him closer into your joy-filled presence.
"Dance with me?" You asked, eyes turning away from his in yet another emotion you had yet to gift him. Shyness.
"I thought you didn't dance?" Sanji teased, leaning ever closer.
He wanted to be near you--needed to be near you. It was a feeling so strong it had a hold on his physical body.
You rolled your eyes at his tease, but that smile never once drooped.
"I told you I wouldn't dance with you until the rains fell for my home again." You said, voice cracking in your over-flowing happiness. Your light-filled eyes glanced upward once more, your smile only growing. "I could be mistaken, but I believe it's raining now." Sanji's own laugh flew from his chest, gaining those watery, joy-filled eyes once more.
"I believe it is." He pulled you carefully against his body, his own hand guiding yours to lay on his shoulder.
"I must warn you though. I am a horrid dancer." You laughed in that silvery way of yours, pulling your body flush against Sanji's. "I am but a lowly soldier."
"And I am but a lowly pirate. What brilliant dance partners will we make for each other." You watched Sanji was a long moment. Watched him as your eyes softened and your smile grew warm. A softness and warmth meant only for him. Warmth that wormed its way into Sanji's heart and would stay there until death was kissing his brow.
Just as Sanji's hand found purchase on the small of your back, the voice of your princess came floating closer. A voice that had your smile faltering and that seriousness filling your eyes. You were going to leave him just as he had been gifted your smile and laughter and joyous brightness.
Sanji held you closer against his body--leaned in closer so that his nose was just a breath away from kissing your own. Your eyes widened and that shyness Sanji had instantly loved upon its first arrival bloomed over your face.
"Let's be selfish. Just for one dance." You blinked at him. And blinked and Sanji was sure you would pull away from him.
"Just for one dance." You agreed, your smile growing once more and setting Sanji's heart ablaze.
The rain was your music and the beat of your heart against his guide.
You may have been true to your word about your dancing abilities, but it hardly mattered to Sanji. Not when you hooked your arms around his neck, resting your forehead against his. Not when your smell, like the very rains falling around you, filled his nose and sent his head spinning. Not when after moments of lovely quiet in each other's arms, you showed him one last gift.
You gifted him a kiss. A smiling kiss he was more than eager to gift right back.
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