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𝐀 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲

Sanji x fem/birthdaygirl!reader

For weeks, he had been asking what you wanted for your birthday, but every time, your answer was the same: "You’re the greatest gift I could ever have on my birthday." It melted his heart every time. But that only made him more determined to create a recipe to give you a perfect day—one where you wouldn’t have to lift a finger, one where every moment was filled with warmth, love, and everything you deserved.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 7.5k (she got carried away you guys)

Content Notes: Sanji x birthdaygirl!reader, you're the 11th member of strawhats, a little self indulgent (I WONDER WHYY) so it became this long huhu, sorry for grammatical or spelling errors english is not my first language. I HOPE U ENJOYYY

The sun had yet to rise, the Thousand Sunny is rocking gently on the waves as Sanji sat up in bed. The warmth of your body was still pressed against his side, your breath slow and steady as you remained lost in slumber.

A small smile played on his lips. How could someone be this beautiful?

You looked so peaceful, your hair slightly tousled, your fingers curled loosely around the sheets.

A few strands of hair had fallen across your face, and Sanji, unable to resist, brushed them aside with gentle fingers. You stirred slightly, but didn’t wake, still lost in your dreams.

He had woken up early for a reason.

For weeks, he had been asking what you wanted for your birthday, but every time, your answer was the same: "You’re the greatest gift I could ever have on my birthday."

It melted his heart every time. But that only made him more determined to create a recipe to give you a perfect day—one where you wouldn’t have to lift a finger, one where every moment was filled with warmth, love, and everything you deserved.

"You’ve got to be kidding me."

Carefully, he slipped out of bed, pressing a feather-light kiss to your forehead before making his way outside, stepping onto the deck where the crew was already gathered—well, most of them. Jinbei, Nami, Robin, Franky, Usopp, Brook, and Chopper stood waiting. The crew had agreed to leave the ship early to give you a private day together, but some were proving harder to wake than others.

Sanji sighed as he stared at the still-sleeping figures of Luffy and Zoro sprawled out on the deck.

Nami groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I told them last night to get up early. But of course, they never listen."

Robin chuckled softly while Chopper yawned, rubbing his eyes. Usopp and Franky were already stretching, ready to leave, while Brook hummed a tune under his breath.

Sanji knelt beside Luffy and nudged him. "Oi, Luffy. Time to go."

Luffy groaned and rolled over, completely ignoring him. Zoro wasn’t any better, arms crossed, snoring against the mast.

Nami sighed. "We’re never getting out of here, are we?"

Franky grinned. "Leave it to me."

With zero hesitation, he grabbed Zoro and hoisted him over his shoulder. Zoro jerked awake instantly. "What the—OI, LET ME GO!"

Luffy, hearing the commotion, finally opened his eyes. "What’s happening?"

Sanji smirked. "If you don’t get up, you won’t get any meat at dinner."

Luffy immediately jumped to his feet. "I’M AWAKE!"

With everyone finally gathered, Nami gave Sanji a knowing smile. "She’s all yours for the day."

Robin chuckled. "Have a wonderful day, Sanji. We’ll see you both tonight."

Sanji exhaled, relieved, and ran a hand through his hair. "Thanks, guys."

He waved them goodbye as everyone got off the Sunny to do their own thing for the day. Nami, Chopper, and Robin headed to the part of the town where the markets were located for a shopping spree. Usopp and Franky are going back to the town’s workshops that they checked out last night. Brook looks for a perfect place to make a song to perform for your birthday dinner. Luffy was off to find the best restaurant and blow all the allowance that Nami gave him. Jinbei decided to visit a fishman’s tavern in the island to learn about the island’s waters and any potential dangers. Zoro didn’t have a plan for the day so he just decided to walk around the town.

And just like that, the Sunny was quiet once more.

Sanji exhaled, running a hand through his hair. The hard part was done.

A gentle warmth stirred you from sleep, it’s the kind that wasn’t just from the sun or the cozy blankets wrapped around you. It was familiar, comforting, and undeniably Sanji. The first thing you noticed was the scent. A delicious blend of buttery croissants, warm syrup, and freshly brewed coffee filled the air, instantly waking up your senses. You slowly blinked your eyes open, the golden morning light filtering through the cabin’s curtains. And there he was—Sanji, standing beside the bed, a silver tray in his hands, a fond smile gracing his lips.

He went straight to the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves with a determined glint in his eyes. He would make you the best breakfast you had ever had.

"Good morning, birthday girl," he murmured, his voice velvety smooth in the quiet stillness.

Your sleepy gaze drifted down to the masterpiece of a breakfast he had prepared. A stack of fluffy pancakes drizzled with golden syrup, perfectly flaky croissants, and an elegant assortment of fresh berries and cream. A steaming cup of coffee sat on the tray, the foam carefully shaped into a delicate heart. Everything looked like it came straight out of a high-class restaurant.Your heart swelled at the sight.

"Sanji…" Your voice was still drowsy, filled with pure adoration. "You really didn’t have to do all this."

He chuckled as he carefully set the tray down in front of you, the mattress dipping slightly as he sat at the edge of the bed. "What kind of man would I be if I didn’t spoil my love on her birthday?"

You sat up slowly, stretching before reaching for the coffee. The first sip was perfection—rich, smooth, with just the right amount of sweetness. He had made it exactly the way you liked it. "Mm," you sighed contentedly. "You always make the best coffee."

Sanji’s smile softened as he watched you. "It’s because I know exactly what my love likes."

You picked up a fork and took a bite of the pancakes. They melted on your tongue, warm and light, the sweetness of the syrup perfectly balanced. You let out an involuntary hum of delight. Sanji’s lips twitched into a smirk. "I take it that means you approve?"

You swallowed, grinning at him. "If I wasn’t already in love with you, I would’ve fallen just now."

He chuckled, completely smitten, before reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His touch lingered just a second longer, as if he couldn’t help himself.

"You’re too sweet for me, my love," he murmured.

You took another bite before offering a piece to him. He blinked in surprise for a moment before leaning forward, lips brushing against the fork as he accepted the bite. His eyes fluttered shut briefly as he savored the taste. "Perfection. But it tastes even better coming from you."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "You’re just saying that because you made it."

Sanji tilted his head, his gaze sincere, soft, unwavering. "No, love. I’m saying it because it’s true."

Your heart melted right then and there.

Setting the fork down, you reached forward and took his hand in yours, squeezing gently. "Thank you, Sanji. For everything."

His thumb caressed the back of your hand, his gaze never leaving yours. "Your happiness is the only thing I ever want, sweetheart."

At that moment, you swore you could stay like this forever—wrapped in warmth, love, and the soft golden light of the morning, with the man who adored you more than anything in the world. And breakfast had never tasted so sweet.

You let out a long sigh, setting the empty coffee cup back onto the breakfast tray. Your belly was pleasantly full, your heart even more so.

"That breakfast was amazing," you murmured, stretching lazily beneath the sheets.Sanji chuckled, reaching over to brush his fingers across your cheek. His touch was soft, reverent. "Thank you, love.”

You blinked in surprise. "Huh?"

He smiled. "Thank you for enjoying it,"

You let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head fondly. "I always enjoy all the things you prepare for me, they’re always amazing." He leaned in, lips grazing your temple in a featherlight kiss. "And I hope you know, I have prepared more for you today."

That piqued your curiosity. You tilted your head. "Like what?"

Sanji’s lips curled into a knowing smirk as he gently took your hand. "Come on," he whispered. You let him pull you out of bed, your bare feet touching the cool wooden floor of the cabin. He led you toward the small adjoining bathroom, where a steaming bath awaited. He had already lit a few candles, their golden glow reflecting off the surface of the warm bath he had drawn for you. The air was thick with the delicate scent of jasmine and vanilla, a fragrance he had carefully chosen just for you.

Your eyes widened. "Oh no, Sanji, you don’t have to do this for me," you said quickly, shaking your head. "I can do it on my own." Sanji turned to you, his ocean-blue eyes filled with adoration, his thumb softly stroking the back of your hand. "Please, love?" His voice was low, tender, almost a plea.

"Let me do this for you." The way he said it—the way he looked at you—made your resolve melt. You swallowed, feeling your heart swell with warmth. "...Okay," you whispered.

You sat comfortably in the warm water, body half-submerged, steam curling around your shoulders like a soft embrace. Droplets clung to your skin, shimmering in the candlelight. The water was high enough to keep you modest, yet Sanji still had to remind himself to breathe properly as he looked at you.

His heart skipped a beat. You were breathtaking.

The soft sound of water rippling filled the cabin, accompanied by the gentle clinking of glass bottles as Sanji prepared everything with meticulous care.

Yet, despite the tranquil atmosphere, Sanji was nervous.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen you vulnerable before—but this was different. Intimate. He wanted this moment to be perfect, wanted you to feel nothing but pure relaxation and love on your special day. Standing beside the tub, he rolled up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt, revealing the strong forearms that had worked tirelessly to prepare this for you. He exhaled, pushing aside his thoughts as he knelt by the edge of the bath.

You tilted your head back, eyes fluttering closed as he gently poured warm water over your hair. The sensation was soothing, his careful touch making you sigh in contentment. Sanji smiled softly, watching the way the water cascaded down your shoulders, the way you trusted him completely. He reached for the bottle of lavender-scented shampoo, pouring a small amount into his palms before working it delicately into your scalp.His fingers moved in slow, circular motions, applying just the right amount of pressure. You melted beneath his touch, a quiet hum of pleasure escaping your lips.

“That feels amazing,” you murmured, your voice a dreamy whisper. Sanji chuckled, the sound low and warm. “I’d hope so. My hands are only meant to bring you pleasure, after all.”

You opened one eye, smirking. “That so?”

His cheeks tinged slightly pink, but his confidence didn’t waver. “Mm. Every part of you deserves to be cherished.”

Your heart fluttered at the sincerity in his voice.

He continued massaging your scalp, taking his time, making sure to savor every second. His fingers threaded through your wet hair, his movements tender, unhurried. After a few moments, he reached for the porcelain cup again, tilting your chin slightly before pouring clean, warm water to rinse the shampoo away. His touch was unbelievably gentle, making sure no soap lingered, making sure you felt nothing but pure comfort.

Once your hair was clean, he moved his hands to your shoulders.

“Mind if I take this a step further?” he asked, voice low, affectionate.

You gave him a drowsy smile, already feeling like you were floating. “Go ahead. I might just fall asleep.”

Sanji chuckled, rolling his sleeves a little higher before placing his hands on your bare shoulders. The first touch was exquisite. His thumbs pressed into the delicate muscles at the base of your neck, applying just enough pressure to ease any lingering tension. His movements were slow, rhythmic, deeply caring. His fingers traced along your shoulder blades, kneading away any knots, his touch firm yet utterly loving. You sighed, leaning into his hands, completely at his mercy.

“That good, love?” he murmured, his breath ghosting over your damp skin.

“Mmhmm,” was all you managed, too lost in the sensation to form proper words. Sanji smiled, continuing his devoted worship of your skin, his fingers working magic on your tense muscles. He took his time, savoring every reaction, every sigh of pleasure you gave him.

To him, this was a privilege. He wasn’t just touching you—he was loving you, without words, without restraint.

By the time he finished, you were completely boneless, your head tilted to the side, eyes barely open. Sanji let out a soft laugh, reaching for a warm towel. “I think I did my job a little too well.”

You hummed in amusement. “ Can’t move. Might have to stay here forever.”

Sanji smirked, running the towel over your damp skin in slow, delicate strokes. “If you do,” he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple, “I suppose I’ll just have to stay here with you.”

For a moment, wrapped in warmth, love, and his touch—you thought that didn’t sound so bad.

The sun hung low and golden in the sky, casting soft, dappled light through the swaying palm trees that lined the port. The air was crisp with the lingering coolness of the morning, but the promise of warmth lay just beyond the horizon. The town was beginning to wake, shopkeepers rolling up their stall covers, bakers placing out fresh loaves of bread, and townspeople setting out for their daily routines. Hand in hand, you and Sanji stepped off the Sunny, your freshly washed hair drying in the gentle breeze. You still felt light from the bath—your skin soft, your body loose from his skilled hands, and your heart utterly full from the way he had taken care of you.

At your side, Sanji carried a woven basket, tucked securely under his arm. You eyed it with curiosity, tilting your head slightly. “What’s that?”

Sanji smirked, adjusting his grip on it. “A little something I prepared. Thought we’d have a small picnic while we explore.”

Your heart melted at the thought. “You’re really spoiling me today, huh?”

“As I should,” he replied smoothly, lifting your hand to his lips to press a soft kiss to your knuckles. “It’s your day, my love. I’ll make sure you don’t forget it.”

The streets of the town were lively but not crowded, the perfect mix of calm and bustling. Children ran past, their laughter ringing like wind chimes in the air, while merchants arranged their wares, calling out friendly greetings to passersby. The scent of freshly baked bread and citrus fruits drifted lazily from a nearby bakery, mingling with the crisp sea breeze. Sanji walked beside you with his usual effortless grace, his other hand occasionally hovering near yours, almost as if resisting the urge to intertwine them.

“This place is beautiful,” you murmured, taking in the pastel-colored buildings and the string lights draped between them, some still twinkling faintly from the previous night .

“Not as beautiful as you,” Sanji replied instantly, flashing you that devastating smile.

You let out a soft laugh, nudging him playfully. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s always true.”

Before you could respond, a particular stall caught your attention. Nestled between two buildings, it displayed delicate silk fabrics, each embroidered with intricate floral patterns. Your fingers instinctively reached out, brushing against the soft material.

Sanji, ever observant, noticed immediately. “Do you like that one, love?” He nodded toward a scarf woven with soft gold and cream threads. It would go perfectly with the dress you’re wearing.

“It’s beautiful,” you murmured.

Before you could even think about buying it for yourself, Sanji was already reaching for his wallet.

“Sanji—” He silenced you with a sweet smile, placing the scarf carefully into your hands. “It’s your birthday, love. You shouldn’t lift a finger today.”

Your heart swelled at his unwavering devotion. You weren’t even sure what to say—how could you, when he always made you feel so cherished? So instead, you stepped closer, brushing a grateful kiss to his cheek. “Thank you.”

You placed your hand in his, and in one effortless motion, he guided you onto the boat, steadying you with his firm grip. The moment you settled in, Sanji took his place at the oars, his lean muscles flexing subtly beneath his sleeves as he rowed. For a while, neither of you spoke—there was no need to. The soft symphony of nature surrounded you, from the distant cries of seagulls to the occasional splash of fish breaking the water’s surface. The gentle swaying of the boat, combined with the fresh scent of the sea, made the moment feel almost suspended in time. You let out a content sigh, tilting your head back to soak in the sunlight. "This is perfect," you murmured.

Sanji’s breath hitched for just a second, his fingers twitching at his sides. His hand found its way back to yours, this time holding it firmly, lacing your fingers together. “No need to thank me, mon amour,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “I still have so much more planned for you today.” Then, he led you further into the heart of the town, the basket of food tucked securely under his arm, as the late morning sun continued to rise, illuminating the beautiful day ahead.

After what seemed to be hours of strolling, you reach the edge of the town.

The rhythmic lapping of waves against the wooden dock filled the air as you and Sanji approached the small rowboat he had rented. The boat bobbed gently in the crystal-clear water, its polished wooden surface reflecting the late morning sunlight. Beyond it, the vast expanse of the sea stretched into a brilliant sapphire blue, shimmering under the warm sky. Sanji stepped in first, his movements fluid and graceful as he set down the woven basket of food near the bow. He turned back, extending a hand toward you. "Come, love."

Sanji smiled, his eyes never leaving you. "Not yet."

You glanced at him, puzzled, as he reached for the picnic basket. With practiced ease, he pulled out a checkered cloth and spread it between you, then unveiled an assortment of beautifully arranged dishes—flaky croissants, fresh fruit, delicate sandwiches, and even a small bottle of sparkling juice with two glasses.

Your heart swelled. "Sanji... when did you even have time to prepare all this?"

His lips curled into a soft, knowing smile. "I always have time for you."

Warmth spread through your chest as he poured you a glass, handing it to you before clinking his own gently against yours. "To the most breathtaking woman in the world," he said, his voice low and rich.

You bit your lip, feeling your face heat up as you met Sanji’s gaze. It was full of something deep, something so achingly tender that it made your breath catch. The wind tousled his golden hair, the sunlight catching the ocean-blue of his eyes, and for a moment, it felt like the whole world had narrowed down to just the two of you, floating in the endless sea. “You’re impossible,” you whispered, your voice softer this time, almost breathless.

As you both started eating, the boat continued to drift lazily along the water, the waves cradling you in a slow, rhythmic dance. Occasionally, Sanji would steal bites from your plate, feigning innocence each time you caught him. His laughter was warm, deep, intoxicating—the kind that made your heart race just hearing it.

"And yet you love me." He wasn’t wrong. You loved him in the way your eyes searched for him first in a crowd. In the way your chest ached with warmth whenever he smiled. In the way you memorized the rhythm of his voice, the tenderness of his hands, the way he always put your happiness above his own. You loved him in the way your heart had never known how to love anyone else.

Sanji leaned in slightly, his smile no longer teasing but gentle, adoring. “That alone makes me feel like I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

A soft breeze swept through, causing your hair to lift slightly. You reached up instinctively, gathering your hair in your hands to twist it into a loose bun. Before you could secure it, Sanji was already leaning in, his fingers grazing yours as he helped gather the strands.

"Let me," he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

You swallowed, heat creeping up your neck for the nth time as his skilled fingers brushed against your skin. He took his time, carefully twisting your hair up before securing it gently with your hairpin. His fingers lingered, warm against the nape of your neck, sending a soft shiver down your spine.

"There," he said softly, his voice lower now, almost reverent. "Beautiful."

You turned slightly, your face now just inches from his. His breath fanned across your skin, laced with the subtle scent of the sweet wine you had shared. For a moment, neither of you moved.

Then, Sanji's eyes flickered to your lips.

The boat rocked gently beneath you, but all you could focus on was him—the way his gaze darkened slightly, the way his fingers still rested lightly against your neck.

You leaned in first.

Sanji met you halfway, his lips pressing into yours in a slow, lingering kiss that sent warmth curling through your entire body. He tasted like strawberries and wine, like the ocean breeze and something entirely, unmistakably him. His hand slid to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin with such tenderness that it made your heart ache. The kiss was deep but unhurried, savoring, as if he wanted to burn the memory of this moment into his soul.

When you finally pulled away, your forehead rested against his, both of you slightly breathless. Sanji chuckled softly. "You taste sweet, love."

You laughed, nudging his nose with yours. "That’s because you keep feeding me fruit."

The boat dock creaked softly beneath your feet as Sanji helped you step back onto land, his hands steady at your waist. Even though the boat had barely rocked, he still lingered a little longer than necessary, his fingers warm through the fabric of your clothes.

"Then I’ll have to keep doing it," he teased, reaching for a strawberry and holding it up to your lips. "Here, have another." Smiling, you took a bite, letting him brush away the juice that lingered at the corner of your lips.

"Safe and sound," he murmured, smiling as he finally let go, though his fingers ghosted over yours before he pulled away completely.

The town square ahead was alive with the hum of the afternoon—cobbled streets glowing under the early afternoon sun, merchants waving colorful scarves in the breeze, the scent of fresh fruit and warm pastries filling the air. Somewhere nearby, a musician played a soft, lilting tune on a violin, the melody weaving through the marketplace like a gentle breeze.

As the two of you strolled past the vendors, something caught your eye—a small wooden easel set up near the fountain, its canvas filled with broad, expressive brushstrokes of a couple dancing in the plaza. The artist, a woman with graying curls and paint-streaked fingers, sat hunched over her next piece, her gaze flickering between her subjects and the canvas.

Sanji must have followed your gaze because he leaned down, voice warm against your ear. “Would you like one, ma belle?”

You turned to him, blinking. “A painting?”

He smiled, already guiding you toward the artist. “Something to remember today by. Something to keep, so you’ll always remember how breathtaking you look right now.”

Your heart did a little flip at his words, but before you could protest, he was already leading you toward the artist, his touch gentle yet certain.

The artist looked up as you approached, a kind-faced woman with paint-streaked fingers. “A portrait?” she asked with a knowing smile. “Ah, young love. Sit, sit. You make for a beautiful picture already.”

Sanji chuckled, You felt his arm snake around your waist, his fingers brushing idly against the fabric of your dress as he guided you to sit on the small wooden bench in front of the easel. He settled beside you, close enough that your knees touched, and the artist tilted her head, studying you both.

“Hold still,” she said, already dipping her brush into color. “Stay just like that.”

You hadn’t realized how naturally you had leaned toward Sanji, how his arm had draped along the back of the bench, his fingers resting lightly against your shoulder. His warmth was familiar, comforting, and when you glanced at him, you found him already looking at you.

A soft laugh escaped you. “You’re supposed to look at the artist, you know.”

A soft breeze stirred your hair, and you instinctively lifted your hands to gather it, pulling it up at the nape of your neck to keep it from your face. Sanji’s fingers twitched where they rested near your shoulder, as if resisting the urge to help you.

Sanji’s smile was easy, effortless. “I’d rather look at you.”

Your breath caught at the sincerity in his voice. His eyes, warm and unwavering, held a quiet intensity that sent a pleasant shiver down your spine.

“I should start carrying a ribbon for you,” he murmured absently, eyes flicking to the strands slipping through your fingers. "So I can tie your hair up whenever the wind gets jealous."

Your cheeks burned, and you tried to ignore the way your pulse quickened. “I can manage just fine.”

“Of course you can.” He chuckled, and before you could react, he reached out, fingertips barely grazing your skin as he helped gather a few loose strands and tuck them behind your ear. His touch was fleeting but deliberate, lingering just enough to make your breath hitch.

The artist chuckled under her breath as she worked, her brush moving effortlessly across the canvas. “It’s rare to see a love so natural,” she mused. “The way you fit together—like two pieces of the same story.”

You and Sanji exchanged a glance.

The warmth in his expression made your chest ache in the best way.

Your face warmed, but before you could retort, his fingers ghosted over your own, his touch featherlight but deliberate. His thumb brushed absentminded circles against your skin, a silent reminder that even in stillness, he was always thinking of you.

The artist made a satisfied noise, leaning back slightly as she examined her work. "There," she said. "I’ve captured it."

You turned to see the finished piece—and felt your heart squeeze.

The painting was stunning, rich with warm hues and soft light. The brushstrokes carried a quiet intimacy, an unspoken tenderness that made it feel alive. The way Sanji looked at you, the way your body naturally leaned into his, how his hand rested near yours like a silent promise—it was all there, woven into color and form.

Sanji exhaled slowly beside you. "Incredible."

His voice was quiet, almost reverent. But when you turned to look at him, he wasn’t staring at the painting. He was looking at you.

You smiled, reaching for your pouch to pay, but Sanji was already pulling out his wallet.

"I’ve got it," he said, but you placed a hand over his before he could hand over the money.

"This one’s on me," you said, squeezing his hand. "Consider it a gift for today."

Sanji’s eyes softened, and for a brief moment, he simply stared at you—like he wanted to say something, something profound and weighty, but the words were caught somewhere between his heart and his lips.Instead, he reached up, brushing his knuckles against your cheek in a featherlight caress.

“I’ll cherish it,” he murmured.

The sun had begun its slow descent, casting long streaks of amber and rose across the town square. The once-bustling marketplace had softened into something quieter—shopkeepers taking down their stalls, lanterns flickering to life one by one. The warm glow of twilight bathed the cobblestone streets, and a soft breeze carried the scent of fresh bread and salt from the nearby sea. A small gathering had formed near the center of the plaza where musicians played, their melody weaving through the air like a whispered story. The violin sang with aching sweetness, the strumming of a guitar steady beneath it, setting a rhythm for the couples who had gathered to dance beneath the golden sky.

Sanji slowed beside you, his fingers barely brushing against yours before he turned to face you fully. His gaze was warm, expectant. “Dance with me?” His voice was gentle, but there was something deeper in it—something that made your breath hitch.

You blinked, heat creeping up your neck. “Right now?”

He smiled. “Right now.”

You hesitated, glancing around at the people already swaying in time with the music. “Sanji, I don’t really—”

“Know how?” His fingers curled around yours before you could protest. “That’s alright. Just let me hold you.”

His words sent a soft shiver down your spine, but before you could argue, he was already pulling you into him, his free hand finding its place at your waist. His touch was steady, warm, and impossibly gentle, like he was holding something precious.

You let out a slow breath. The world around you faded, just a little.

Sanji moved effortlessly, leading you into slow, easy steps, guiding you through the rhythm of the song without force—only gentle invitation. His movements were smooth, natural, as if he wasn’t just following the music but breathing with it. And somehow, within seconds, you found yourself falling into the rhythm too. The golden light of the sunset softened his features, catching in his hair like strands of spun gold. His eyes never left you, filled with something unreadable yet undeniably tender.

"See?" He smiled, the corners of his lips curving just slightly. "You’re perfect at this."

You huffed, but it wasn’t annoyed—it was flustered, a little breathless. “That’s just because you’re good at making me follow along.” Sanji chuckled, his thumb absently tracing over the back of your hand. “Maybe. Or maybe we just fit together that well.”

The words sent something warm fluttering in your chest.

A soft breeze swept through the plaza, carrying the scent of citrus and sea, tousling your hair. Instinctively, you reached up to gather it, but Sanji was faster. He lifted a hand, brushing a few loose strands away from your face, his fingers lingering near your cheek for just a moment longer than necessary. "You’re stunning," he murmured.

The music swelled, and he spun you—not rushed, not dramatic, just slow and deliberate, like he wanted to memorize the way you moved. When he pulled you back in, he held you closer, his hand pressing lightly against the small of your back. You swallowed, suddenly aware of how close you were, of how easily his body slotted against yours.

"Sanji," you started, but the words caught in your throat when you met his gaze. There was no teasing smirk this time. No playful quip. Just warmth. Steady, unshaken, like the feeling of standing in the sun after a long, cold night. Your pulse thrummed as he dipped his head slightly, lips hovering just near your temple.

"Let me have this dance forever," he whispered. Your chest tightened, and for a moment, neither of you moved—not because the music had stopped, but because something unspoken had settled between you.

You didn’t think. You didn’t hesitate.

You leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips—soft, slow, like the last golden rays of the sunset. Sanji inhaled sharply through his nose, surprised, but the moment only lasted a second before he melted into it, fingers tightening at your waist. He kissed you back with quiet reverence, like he was savoring the moment, like he didn’t want to let it slip away. The music faded into the background, the voices, the world—everything disappeared except for the feeling of him, warm and solid and impossibly gentle.

When you finally pulled away, he exhaled, resting his forehead against yours. The sky had shifted to twilight, the first stars blinking into existence above you. Sanji let out a small, breathy laugh, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe this was real.

“Best dance of my life,” he murmured, thumb tracing soft circles against your hip. You smiled, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

The sun had fully dipped below the horizon by the time you and Sanji reached the Thousand Sunny. The sky, now a deep indigo, stretched endlessly above you, scattered with the first glimmers of starlight. The gentle lap of the waves against the hull of the ship filled the quiet, a familiar lullaby that always made the Sunny feel like home.As you stepped onto the deck, the ship was unexpectedly dark. No lanterns, no sign of life—just silence and the faint scent of something delicious drifting through the air.

You frowned. “Did they—”

The thought barely had time to form before the entire deck burst into life.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

A chorus of voices rang out as the ship suddenly lit up with glowing lanterns strung across the mast. The deck was transformed—a long table stretched across the space, draped with a vibrant tablecloth and lined with plates overflowing with food. Dishes of roasted meats, fresh seafood, colorful salads, warm bread, and bowls of fruit covered every inch. The scent of spices and herbs filled the night air, making your stomach grumble in anticipation. Your eyes widened, heart swelling as you took in the sight of your crewmates, each one grinning from ear to ear.

Luffy was the first to rush forward, nearly barreling into you. “You’re back! Finally! Let’s eat!”

“Luffy, wait! Let her take it in first!” Nami scolded, smacking him lightly on the head.

Robin stepped forward with a soft smile. “Welcome back, birthday girl.”

Franky struck a dramatic pose, arms spread wide. “Super birthday surprise, huh? We pulled out all the stops!”

Brook let out a hearty laugh. “Ah, you should’ve seen us! We were working so hard to prepare that we nearly broke into a sweat! Oh, but I don’t have skin to sweat! Yohohoho!”

Zoro, leaning casually against the railing, gave a small nod of acknowledgment. “Took you long enough.” But there was something amused in his tone, a telltale sign he was actually glad to see you.

Jinbei chuckled, arms crossed. “We had a bet on how long you two would be gone.”

Chopper ran up to you, his little hooves gripping your hands. “Did you have fun today?! You smell like the ocean! Oh! I made something for you too!”

Your heart clenched at the sight of all of them, at the warmth in their voices, the care in their eyes. It wasn’t just a party. They had all put this together for you.

Sanji stepped beside you, his hand resting at the small of your back. “Surprised?”

You turned to him, eyes shining. “Completely.”

He grinned, clearly satisfied with your reaction.

“Alright, enough standing around!” Usopp declared. “Time to celebrate!”

The moment you sat at the table, the chaos of a Straw Hat dinner began. Luffy, naturally, had already started piling food onto his plate before anyone else had even taken a seat. "This is amazing!" he exclaimed, stuffing a piece of roast into his mouth.

“Oi, Luffy, at least let the birthday girl eat first!” Nami huffed, flicking his forehead.

Sanji, ever the gentleman, immediately set a plate in front of you. “This one’s specially made just for you, my love.”The dish was beautifully plated—grilled fish, roasted vegetables, and a side of creamy mashed potatoes, all seasoned to perfection. It was clear he had put extra care into it. You picked up your fork and took a bite. The moment the flavors hit your tongue, your eyes widened. “Sanji—this is incredible!” Sanji’s eyes softened, his smile turning a little shy despite the praise. “Only the best for my lady.”

The night carried on in laughter and warmth.

Franky passed around drinks, filling tankards with a homemade fruity punch that had just the right amount of kick. Zoro, unsurprisingly, had already started drinking straight from a bottle of sake, while Usopp dramatically told exaggerated stories of his ‘legendary’ battles—complete with wild gestures that made Chopper gasp in awe. Robin, ever graceful, sipped her wine while smiling at the antics around her. Jinbei chuckled, amused by the lively atmosphere. Even Nami, though exasperated by Luffy’s bottomless stomach, couldn’t help but enjoy the night. Brook, of course, picked up his violin and began playing a lively tune, the music threading through the conversations and laughter, making the evening feel magical.

After dinner, Usopp stood up and clapped his hands. “Alright! Time for presents!”

Your eyes widened. “Presents?”

Chopper bounced in place, holding up a neatly wrapped box. “Mine first!” You took the gift, carefully unwrapping it to reveal a handmade salve set—ointments and balms, each labeled in Chopper’s careful handwriting. “They’re all custom-made for you!” Chopper explained excitedly. “One for sore muscles, one for cuts, and this one even helps with stress!”

Your heart melted. “Chopper… this is so sweet. Thank you!” You scooped him into a hug, making the little reindeer flail happily.

Nami handed you a small velvet pouch. Inside was a delicate gold bracelet with a tiny sea-blue gem. “Thought you’d like something pretty,” she said with a wink.

“It’s beautiful, Nami. Thank you.”

Robin’s gift was a book on rare sea flowers, something she knew you’d find fascinating. Usopp had crafted a personalized slingshot keychain, claiming it was for ‘emergency self-defense.’ Franky’s gift? A custom gadget—a small, mechanical charm that doubled as a tiny light. “For those dark nights when we’re at sea,” he said with a wink.

Jinbei gifted you a hand-carved wooden pendant, its design resembling the waves of the ocean. “A little piece of the sea to carry with you,” he said warmly.

Brook tipped his hat. “Ah, and I’ve composed a little song for you, my dear!” He strummed his violin and began playing a soft, melodic tune, one that made your heart ache with how beautiful it was.

Then, finally—Sanji. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, elegantly wrapped box. “This… is for you.”

Carefully, you unwrapped it, revealing a beautifully crafted locket. Inside was a tiny sketch—one of you and Sanji, drawn with delicate detail. Your breath hitched.

Sanji cleared his throat, looking almost nervous. “I had the artist from earlier draw it and had the locket made while we were out. That way… you’ll always have something to remember today by.”

Tears pricked your eyes. “Sanji…” You didn’t even hesitate. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. “It’s perfect,” you whispered. “Thank you.”

His arms tightened around you, his lips pressing softly to your shoulder. “Anything for you, birthday girl.”

Luffy had nearly exploded with impatience when Sanji finally brought out the cake—a stunning three-layer confection decorated with delicate frosting and fresh fruit. “Happy Birthday, love.” Sanji placed it in front of you, candles flickering.

The night had settled into a gentle lull, the earlier chaos of laughter and celebration now softened into a warm, satisfied quiet. The sea breeze carried the lingering scent of the feast, and the lanterns hanging from the mast swayed gently with the motion of the ship. Nami stretched her arms above her head, letting out a small yawn. “Alright, I’m calling it a night. I ate way too much.” She patted her stomach before smirking at you. “Happy birthday again. You better get some good sleep too.”

Everyone sang, their voices blending in chaotic harmony. When you blew out the candles, the whole ship erupted in cheers. The night stretched on in laughter, warmth, and endless joy—one of those perfect nights that felt like home.

Robin stood gracefully from her seat, setting her empty glass down. “It was a wonderful evening,” she said, her voice smooth as ever. “But I think I’ll enjoy the rest of it with a book. Sleep well, birthday girl.”

Usopp slumped against the table dramatically. “Ughhh, I’m stuffed. I can’t move. Someone carry me.”

Zoro scoffed, rising from his chair. “Tch. You ate like half of what Luffy did, don’t be dramatic.”

“I’m not dramatic, I’m suffering,” Usopp groaned but still got to his feet.

Franky clapped you on the back, grinning. “That was a super celebration, huh? Rest up, birthday girl. You’ve got another year of awesomeness ahead of you!”

Brook adjusted his hat, his empty sockets somehow managing to look warm. “Ah, the night was so lively! But I suppose I should go rest my eyes—oh wait! I don’t have any! Yohohoho!”

Jinbei chuckled at the skeleton’s joke before nodding toward you. “It was an honor celebrating with you tonight. Rest well.”

Chopper let out a tiny yawn, rubbing his eyes. “I should get to bed too… I need my energy to keep you all from getting sick.” He waddled over and hugged you briefly. “Happy birthday! I hope today was the best ever!”

Luffy was the last to get up, lazily stretching. “Man, that was fun. But I’m soooo full.” He blinked at you and grinned. “Happy birthday! Let’s have another party tomorrow!”

“That’s not how birthdays work, Luffy,” Nami sighed, dragging him away before he could start rambling about an ‘encore feast.’

One by one, they disappeared below deck, their laughter and footsteps fading into the night. And then—silence. Just you and Sanji, alone beneath the stars.

The ship had fallen into peaceful stillness, the only sounds left were the gentle lapping of waves against the Sunny’s hull and the distant hum of the night. The lanterns above cast a soft golden glow, but beyond them, the sky stretched infinitely, scattered with shimmering stars.

Sanji sighed, a deep, contented sound as he leaned back against the deck railing. “They really went all out for you tonight.”

You smiled, hugging your knees to your chest as you gazed up at the sky. “They did. I feel so lucky to have all of you.” Then, turning your gaze to him, you softened. “And… I feel even luckier to have you.”

Sanji let out a breath of laughter, rubbing the back of his neck, but you caught the faint pink dusting his cheeks. “You’re going to kill me one of these days, sweetheart.”

You giggled, reaching for his hand. “Come on, let’s stay out here a little longer.”

He didn’t need any convincing. Without a word, he got up, disappearing for only a moment before returning with a thick blanket and a few pillows. He set them up right on the deck, patting the spot beside him invitingly. You lay down beside him, and the moment your head touched the pillow, Sanji wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his warmth. His scent—cigarettes, spices, something uniquely him—wrapped around you just as much as his embrace did.

“This is perfect,” you murmured, pressing your cheek against his chest.

His fingers traced slow, soothing circles on your back. “Yeah?”

You smiled, tilting your head up toward him. “Mhm. The best birthday I could have ever asked for.”

Sanji exhaled softly, his gaze dropping to your lips. “That’s all I wanted.”

His voice was barely above a whisper, but the way he said it sent warmth flooding through you. You reached up, fingers brushing over his cheek, and before you could think twice, he was already leaning in. The kiss was soft, unhurried—like the gentle pull of the tides, like the stars twinkling above you. Sanji cupped your face, deepening it just slightly, savoring every second, like he wanted to memorize the way you felt in his arms. When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes half-lidded and full of love.

“You have no idea how much I love you,” he murmured.

You smiled, brushing your nose against his. “I think I do.”

A small chuckle escaped him, and he kissed you again, slower this time, as if he had all the time in the world. By the time sleep began to pull you under, he had you tucked against his chest, his fingers tracing slow patterns along your arm. Just as your consciousness began to slip away, you heard his voice, quiet and full of so much love it made your heart ache.

“Baby, are you still awake?” he whispered. You hummed in response, barely conscious.

He smiled, his lips ghosting over your forehead. “Happy birthday… Thank you for being born.”