You rummage in Law's hat, finally emerging with a yellow ticket between your thumb and your index finger. Sanji (who was nearby the whole time) literally flies in front of you.
«Here I am, princess!!» he sings, bending a knee in front of your perplexed expression.
«Okay you two, in the closet!» Nami grins, pushing you both inside the little room and closing the door.
The first thing to do is to gain your personal space, pulling back till the wall. You and Sanji live in the same apartment with your friends, so you know each other very well (although there's always been something more, something ceiled behind the grins of the cook), and you are well aware of his aptitude towards women.
«Soooo, Y/n-chan~! What are we going to do here in the next few minutes?» he utters, skipping closer overjoyed.
«Er... I thought, maybe we could talk?»
«Talk?»
Disappointment enters his features for a second, but Sanji is quick in recovering, smiling fondly.
«Of course, whatever you want princess! What do you want to talk about?»
You mumble, unsure on what to say next. You noticed he exchanged some murderous glare with two of the hosts, although they never actually interacted. That's not so unusual to be honest, he's used to this kind of behaviour with Zoro or basically anyone who tries to touch his precious "princesses". No, that's not what piqued your attention: the problem is these guys are aesthetically alike him. Same peculiar eyebrows, same sharp eyes, same pointy chin.
Yes, you and Sanji are friends, maybe even close friends, but he never mentioned his family. Is it really a good idea to bring this up?
«Umh... perhaps I shouldn't ask.» you mutter, rubbing the back of your head.
He stares at you for a second, then his expression becomes serious. He slowly lights a cigarette up and brings it to his lips.
«So you noticed, huh?»
Your eyebrows have a twitch, then you quietly nod.
«I can't say I'm surprised, you've always been a good observer.»
«It's fine if you don't want to talk about it. It doesn't change anything for me.»
«It's okay.»
Sanji smiles. But it's not his usual confident (or pervert) smile. There's something bitter in the corners of his lips.
«Those two are my brothers. They're part of the Vinsmoke entourage.»
You mumble, deep in thought. Sanji's last name is Vinsmoke, but...
«They own half the clubs in the city. Plus... let's say they harbour something unclear, just like the Donquixote Family.»
You blink.
«Oh. But you are not involved in all that, are you?»
Sanji exhales a long stream of smoke as he shakes his head.
«Nah, I cut the bridges with my family long ago. They were happy about that, anyway. They've always looked at me like a good for nothing because I wanted to cook.»
Your heart shrinks at his words. This man, your flatmate, the guy you call friend, has struggled so much... and he never mentioned it. Not even once.
You take a step towards him.
«Sanji, I had no idea. This is freakin' madness! I am so sorry.»
Your hand lands on his arm, and his eyes soften as he gently grabs your shoulder.
«Don't be, Y/n. That is the past, now I am happy. You and the others make me happy.»
His pure sentence hits you in your stomach, and you suddenly become well aware of the tears stinging behind your eyes.
«We're your family now, Sanji!» you state, burying your face in his chest, gripping to his warmness «We love you so much.»
You can feel his heart pumping faster against your cheek. His arms wrap around your figure and his chin rests on your head.
A few seconds pass as you both relax. The feeling of him placing a delicate kiss on your hair catches your attention. Then he kisses your temple. Then your cheek.
Your heart becomes faster in your chest too.
Slowly, you raise your head to allow him to access your jaw. The corner of your mouth.
Finally, his fingers gently lift your chin. He stares at you in the eyes for a moment, the he bends over you, capturing your lips with his.
The kiss is sweet but perfect. His refined cologne fills your nostrils.
Sanji deepens his fingers in your hair, making warm shivers go down to your spine. Your hands travel around his neck, to pull him closer. His tongue brushes against your lips, asking for entrance, which you slowly allow.
God, he's good.
He perfectly knows what he's doing, but he's still treating you like you are the most precious thing in the world.
That's just how Sanji is.
He tastes of smoke and exotic spices.
«Guys, times u–NO WAY!!»
Perona's jaw drops to the floor at the sight, while you swiftly break the kiss.
The sudden light makes you squint in annoyance and you become aware of all the people staring at you. You try to pull away, but Sanji doesn't let you go.
His fingers bring your face back to him, and you see his confident smile again.
«Don't mind them, Y/n.» he gives you a warm peck on your forehead «Let's go talk somewhere more private.»
He grabs your hand and pulls you away from the shouts and the whistles.
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One Piece 7 Minutes in Heaven - HALLOWEEN SPECIAL
Fanfiction[modern!AU] You're invited to Donquixote Manor for Halloween party, and of course someone has the brilliant idea to play 7 minutes in heaven.
