One Piece One Shots (Requests: Closed)

La Vie En Rose (Sabo, AU)

A/N:
  I guess I'll come back now. But please note, I won't upload often. I'm focusing on my books... (I have two of them) I try to upload a chapter/part at least once a week. This chapter isn't a request, I just needed to upload something so you guys know I'm coming back?
  If it's not too much, don't forget to comment... and vote?

"La Vie En Rose" (Definition provided by Quora)
It comes from a very common and popular expression ''voir la vie en rose", which literally means ''seeing life in pink".

In English, it's often translated as ''wearing rose-colored glasses". The idea is to be idealistic or naive, thinking that life is perfect and everything will be fine. It can also mean that you are in love, and the world seems magical and perfect around you. A metaphorical translation could be ''seeing the world through a magical lens" or ''projecting your inner happiness all around you".

Song: La Vie En Rose
Artist: Edith Piaf
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  The sky has a beautiful shade of blue and the clouds look way too puffy today. The couple lays out the checkered blanket and they take a seat. The female pulls the basket towards her and sets up the plates, she hands the blond male the champagne and the glasses.
  He smiles at her as he pulls the corkscrew from the side pocket of the basket. The bottle makes a satisfying noise, as the cork pops out of the top. She finishes setting all the food out as he hands her a cup filled with champagne.
  "To us," he clinks their glasses together before he lays down on the cloth, a sigh escaping his lips. "To all the years we haven't killed each other."
  A laugh escapes her lips, and his eyes watch every move she makes. Her (e/c) orbs close, her hand moving to brush the strand of (h/c) hair as it falls into her face, her lips closing to form into a smile, "Was there ever really a time you wanted me dead? I didn't think that I was that difficult of a girlfriend."
  "Four years are a really long time, (Y/n)," he sits up and looks at her. "Your eyes are really pretty, did I ever-"
  "Sabo, you tell me everyday," she places the cup down, looks up to the sky, and lets a sigh escape her lips. "Tell me something different today..."
  He hums as his eyes graze over the fruits she brought along for lunch. She watches him as he picks up a strawberry and moves closer to her, his hand takes her chin, "Open up."
  She rolls her eyes, "Sabo, come on, quit being so cli-"
  "You told me that I needed to tell you something different... so I am," he pulls the fruit away from her and waits until she finishes it off, glaring at him in the process. It doesn't last long, because he starts to get closer and her eyes flutter close as his lips are placed on hers, "You taste like strawberries."
  She lightly punches his shoulder, he lets out a laugh and leans back, turning on the radio he brought with them. She tilts his head as he stands up, his hand extended in her direction, "No. There's no-"
"Dance with me, (Y/n)," he grabs her wrist and pulls her up. He pulls her up with such force that she trips, falling into his chest. "Just like we used to..."
"If you don't recall, every time we used to dance, I stepped on your toes," she lets his fingers trail down her arm and take her hand into his, while his other arm keeps her smothered against his shirt. "Your toes are going to be brui-"
  "Have more confidence in yourself. You've gotten better," he takes a step away from the blanket, giving her a reassuring smile. "I mean, you've always been the one leading me, not the other way around."
  "Actually," she shakes her head slightly. "Based on w-"
  His lips cut her off as he takes the first step, her body instinctually following his movements, "See, I told you, you've gotten better."
For some strange reason, her face flushes. Even after all these years of being a couple, he still manages to make her heart soar. He still makes her feel like she's on drugs, with her head constantly swirling and her throat closing to block air from entering her lungs-wait that sounds more like an allergic reaction...
  "Uh... (Y/n)...? Are you feeling alright?" he sways to the left slightly, her feet stumbling because her head feels heavy, but she just nods. The last time she checked, she wasn't allergic to strawberries... so she's fine. "Are you sure?"
  "I'm fine," she sends him a smile, before taking a deep breath. "You're just... everything that I ever wanted in my husband and-wait... we aren't married... this is awkward..."
  "We have been together for four years," he brushes a strand of (h/c) hair behind her (s/c) ear. "I wasn't going to propose for at least another week, I had a whole plan laid out and everything... but if you're that-"
  "No! No," she swallows hard before she wraps her arms around his neck and buries her head into his chest to hide her blushing face. "Don't rush it, I love you... and I'll wait for whatever your plans are... but you already know my answer... because you make everything seem so much better than it is... anytime we're together... everythi-"
  "Je vois la vie en rose," he rests his hand on her upper back, his hands warmth sinking through the fabric of the (f/c) dress. She looks up at him with a questioning look. "It's French, for seeing life in pink... or seeing life through rose-colored glasses in English... it's the idea that when you're in love the-"
  "Don't ruin the moment," she moves her hand to the back of his head and pulls his face closer to hers. Their lips lightly graze each other before he gets greedy and deepens the kiss. His tongue runs over the bottom of her lip and tries to force its way through.
  She grants its access, before he gets too impatient. He breaks the kiss to pick her up to lay her on the blanket. They pick back up where they left off, only this time his hand-you know what? This is a oneshot. You guys don't need to know what happens next. Use your imagination.
 

~La Vie En Rose End~