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[cebwrites]

hi cev <33 since we mentionned sweet sanji, my brain is going brrr with him giving sweet affection and being super cute and such with a masc presenting reader shakes fist at sky. maybe some comfort about him loving them while them not being fem/woman but only if you're up to writing some hurt/comfort thing <33 thanks in advance, and hope you have fun with it if you write it -B☆

a/n: i think i may have lost the plot a bit help 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

comforting masc reader about his affection (Sanji)

masc reader, hurt/comfort word count: 0.6k

He spins, he twirls - you watch him fawn over the ladies every morning, noon, and night. Most days this is fine, even it's expected at this point. But sometimes you just wish he'd pay a little more of that attention to you, his actual partner.

You often tell yourself, oh well of course he does, he shows you affection in his own subtle ways; running his fingers through your hair before he leaves to make breakfast in the morning, the quiet kisses on your cheek, rubbing shoulders when you have dish duty together and it's not long before the kitchen fills with the sound of your shared laughter.

But somehow, it's...

Not enough that he whispers his love to you every night before slumber takes over, not enough that even will his constant self-appointed chores throughout the day Sanji makes a point to check in on you, not enough that you're one of the few people Sanji's allowed into the iron fortress of his heart, laid bare all his hopes, his dreams, his fears. At least, not when he breaks out every praise under the sun when the girls so much as breathe.

Would it really be so selfish to ask for a fraction of that fanfare for yourself?

You tried to keep these unfounded insecurities to yourself but in time, he noticed.

Of course he would.

Sanji approaches you one evening in the men's quarters, carefully making his presence known with heavy footsteps. You don't say anything but acknowledge him with a glance. He rests his hand on your shoulder when you don't lean into its touch against your cheek.

My love, what's wrong?

You struggle to look at him. Sanji's right here and willing to listen, yet - cotton fills your throat, frustration pools in your eyes and you turn away as he holds your hand. You're hurt from your own thoughts and guilt at not being able to come forward with your pain sooner.

Still, he's here.

He's patient. He's kind.

When you slowly manage to string together the hurt that you've sewn into the seams of your heart in silence, Sanji tempers his reaction. Although you know internally he's aghast, mortified at how something could slip his mind for so long. The both of you try to console one another, talking over the other person in attempts to mitigate damage done or reassure the other that they've done nothing wrong.

In the end you laugh through your tears, a little strained, wiping away the streaks that began falling down his as well. He responds to the joyous sound with a smile of relief, kissing the lines on your cheeks in turn. Two people in desperate need of love and just as eager to give their all to the other.

Sanji spends his night curled up to you with your arms around his waist, tracing your bicep with callous fingers. He's quiet when he hums your praise this time - words only you're meant to hear, the kind of affection from Sanji that you've gotten used to. Almost as though it's a secret.

The next morning when you step out onto the deck, however, you're blindsided by the squeal of your beloved as he comes twirling over with a vigorous, "__-CHWAAAAAAN~!" to present you with your breakfast sandwich.

Sanji ignores whatever funny looks the crew might throw his way but your balk does make him feel a bit sheepish, "Too much?"

Sanji gets all the reply he needs when you quirk a brow at him - grabbing this silly man by his suit collar to dip him low and kiss him sweet, minding the food and also ignoring your crew's teasing hollers.