#I used Sanji's threat from Film : Red hehe

[sakurasnowfall]

Hi, could you pls write a oneshot for sanji, no specifics but I would prefer no NSFW thanks

You are my first request!! Okay...okay I'll try. Also, yes, of course I only do SFW. I didn't know if you wanted animanga Sanji or Live Action Sanji, or platonic or romantic.......so were gonna go animanga Sanji....and were gonna do romantic....is that okay? I can always redo it too. I'm formating it as a reader insert and using () as a placeholder for the name. Gn also.

CW : None. Typical Zoro and Sanji fighting.

"SANJI." ()'s shoter frame struggled against their boyfriend as the enraged blonde lunged at Zoro again. A clash of steel and flame. What had riled the two up THIS time, no one knew. It wasn't an.... uncommon occurrence, persay, for () to hear the battle cries of their blonde beloved locked in a clash against the gruff sworsdman, having to rush in and play white knoght for the sake of the crew's sanity. They sighed as they tugged at the cook's arm harder, and guided him a few sgeps back from zoro via a gentle hand on his chest. "One day I'm gonna take those swords, spear you through, roast you alive and make some shekebabs" he grumbled, letting his beloved lead him away and to the kitchen. "I'd like to see you TRY, curly brow," came the green haired's response, earning a glare from Sanji as he disappeared into the galley. Entering the familar space, () let go of his hand, hopping up to sit on the counter, watching as their boyfriend took up a small paring knife, setting up a cutting board. Wordlessly, they got some celery from the fridge, tossing it to sanji before replacing themself on the counter, silently admiring the mastery of their boyfreknd's skill.

"So. What was it this time?" They ask lightly, legs swinging.

"Just that idiot being an idiot" the cook grumbles back.

"Mmmmm....I don't see why you let him get to you so much" () looks up at the ceiling, enjoying the sounds of Sanji's chopping and the gentle crash of the waves against the ship. Sanji dosent look back, his chopping becoming skightly harsher with thangry muttering of his next words.

*Stupid mosshead...always mocking me....*

He feels a pair of arms wrap around him, glancing over his shoulder at he feeling of ()'s chin resting on his shoulder from behind, and kissing their forehead before returning to his task at hand, fighting to keep his hearbeat in check.

"Well, maybe he's jealous" () mumbled, resting more weight on sanji as the cook carefully scraped the chopped vegetables into a pot. Maybe if he weren't so flustered, he would tell () how his love flickered in his chest brighter than the flames under the pot. Perhaps that would be a tad.....overkill fpr the situation, so he settled for spinning them instead, dipping them gently before kissing their forehead again.

As his soup simmered, sanji led () back up to the deck, where the sun had begun to sink below the horizon. As the pair sat down, () could feel their boyfriend relax against them, the breeze relaying what their words didn't have to. Sanji wrapped an arm around (), pulling them a bit closer, and intertwinning his other hand with theirs. The Mosshead, dinner, the rest of the ship, the marines, everything, faded away. For a moment, simply resting together, the rest of the world became blurred by the golden glow of the golden sun.

*Yikes.....not my best work, I'm sorry. Maybe ill redo it in the near future 😭*