#「 r. i will tell the moon of my love for you ( sanji ; wisteria ) 」

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“You’re the best. D’you know that?” Wisteria @ Sanji :3c

"Am I now?" From the cook came an amused chuckle, though the smallest portion of it was tinged with worry. This wasn't his first time witnessing her after a few drinks, but it was the first time she had thought to compliment him while inebriated.

He wanted to believe that she spoke from the heart, except that knowing these kind words only came out when she wasn't herself didn't make them feel as sweet as they could be. Part of him longed to hear her speak to him this lovingly when she was sober, but he wouldn't nag.

Maybe someday. Maybe.

"I didn't know that, but I appreciate it. And, for the record, I think you're the best." The many bottles of alcohol were put away, the utensils used to mix her drinks set aside for later cleaning. "I think you may be done for now, Wisteria-chan. Don't want to drink it all up tonight."

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[ 𝐓𝐑𝐘 ] Taste Wisteria's stew Sanji, u kno u wanna

If the aroma permeating the kitchen was worth being excited about, then he didn't doubt for a second that the taste would be something exceptional.

"May I?" He couldn't help himself — when the opportunity to try her stew arose, he didn't hesitate to accept. Lips apart, eyes shut, a quiet 'aaahhh' rumbling in his chest as he awaited the piping hot spoonful.

Spices and beef, soft carrots and onions and potatoes. It singed his tongue, but the taste was worth the lack of feeling. "Astounding, Wisteria-chan~! A true masterpiece, from start to finish! I can't wait to have more! In fact, I'm sure I won't eat another person's stew for as long as I live!"

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"Sanj'! Where d'ya keep the cinnamon?" Wisteria had been scanning the rows upon rows of herbs and spices for what felt like hours now. And honestly? It was starting to get a bit overwhelming for both her eyes and nose. Sure she wasn't a cook in the skill range of Sanji, but she was pretty sure some of these were just made up names at this point. Tarragon? Coriander? Maybe she should have taken that whole gardening thing seriously when staying with her unicorn friend for a spell. Ears began falling flat, showing the frustration that was starting to set in. "It ain' gonna taste th' same wi'out it..."

“The cinnamon? It should be where it —— oh, wait.” The cook made to flippantly point out that the little jar of clearly labeled cinnamon ought to be on the bottom shelf closest to the oven, but it dawned on him with a pinch of guilt that he had moved it recently.

Abandoning the table and the set-up he had begun to prepare there, he moved to grab the jar that sat beside the stove. Sheepishly, he handed it towards her, smile feeble around his cigarette.

“We’ve been using it so often that I figured I should just leave it out. I’m sorry, I forgot all about it.” He didn’t mind her taking some, since he believed she was as much a part of the crew as he was, but he did become curious now that they’d solved the mystery of the missing cinnamon. “What won’t taste the same?”

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"They're silver burns."

Wisteria finally spoke up as she cautiously bent her hand forward and back, allowing the bandages that she had so meticulously wrapped around a badly scarred wrist to loosen and adjust before tying the ends into a knot. Normally she'd be spitting venom and colorful phrases over someone daring to stare at her, especially in what she considered a vulnerable state, but…. she frankly didn't care now.

The werewolf did not seek pity or comfort, all she wanted was for him to stop worrying. He has done so, so much and more for her despite that nasty standoffish attitude; it was only fair that she open up. At least a little bit.

"Looks pretty, smells like shit… an' one of th' few things tha' can keep a werewolf from tearin' someone's throat out." Nerve after nerve began to flare up in defiance as Wisteria lifted her arm and twisted the wrist that was still exposed, showing Sanji just what she'd been dealing with. "Doesn' hurt much now, but still a pain in the ass. Ya know? Always itchin', actin' up in the cold…"

There was no way he could cease his worrying, but he could sate his curiosity for the moment. There was much he didn't know about her, but every morsel he was given was gratefully taken and cherished because she didn't have to share. He never pressured, he tried only to ask when it felt right — that wasn't to say this was a reward, but he was glad.

"Silver did this?" He glanced from the smooth scars to her face, his own expression tightening with sudden understanding. "Is that why you use your hands to eat?"

He eyed the marks for another moment before before he exhaled sharply through his nose. "Can I ask why it happened?"

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"Wha' if I jumped off th' ship ri' now? 's too damn hot t' jus' sit 'ere when there's ice cold wa'er jus' a rail away." And without waiting for Sanji to respond, Wisteria begins to slowly roll over on the deck, staring straight at the aforementioned safety rail with a glint in her eye. Despite there being better options to stay cool and her general dislike of open water, Wisteria was extremely tempted just to get some instant relief from the summer sun. "... I'mma do it."

“If you jumped off, I’d have to go in after you.” Whether or not she could swim hardly mattered because it was habit to follow in anyone that wound up overboard. He had done it so often, in fact, that he had nearly perfected his form while diving. His splash was minimal, and he was able to make it to the water soon enough to prevent Devil Fruit users from suffering too heavily. Wisteria was a little heftier, than most of the members of his crew, but he would dive in after her all the same.

“Wisteria-chan, if you’re hot, I could always arrange a bath for you. Not a warm one, of course, but you’ll be safer in there than out in the open ocean. Or, if that’s still not appealing, I can make you a drink.”

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"I’ve lost s' many people. I can’t lose y', too." WISTERIA AND SANJI--

He didn’t try to refute her, and he didn’t make her empty promises. Instead, he crouched before the werewolf and placed his hands on either side of her face, one thumb rubbing against the apple of her cheek. “Wisteria.  .  .”

It was a risk, taking this gigantic step forward, but he hoped that it would be worth it. Instead of pulling her forward, he pushed himself closer, lips quickly and chastely catching hers. He didn’t dare linger longer than necessary. In fact, it happened so quickly that it might be more apt to consider it a peck than a full-on kiss.

“Listen to me. I can’t promise you that I’ll be here for as long as you need me to be, but I will try. I will do everything in my power to stay here with you.” A smile fluttered to his lips, but it was the slightest bit bashful. “You’ve seen the way I might. Every time we get into a battle, I fight as hard as I do for my crew and for you because I want to see you again when the dust settles. I know it’ll be hard not to worry, but I’m here right now.”

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💙 for Wisteria and Sanji omg--

He didn’t mean for it to happen, but Sanji couldn’t and wouldn’t deny that the sudden peck of their lips had made his heart soar. It was meant to be a harmless kiss to her cheek, but the sudden turn on her head had turned it into another kind of kiss in an instant.

“W—Wisteria-chan, did you.  .  . mean to turn towards me like that?” There was a hopefulness in his eyes that warned of an oncoming swoon. “Did you mean to kiss me~?”

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( TOUCH ) for Wisteria and Sanji 8)

The first time he felt the brush of her tail against his leg, he assumed it was an accident. It was long and wild, after all, and he couldn’t fault her for wanting to move it while they sat at the dinner table. He wouldn’t cause a fuss or embarrass her, so he let it be.

But it happened again.  .  . and again.  .  . and again.

Sanji didn’t mind, but the frequent brush against his leg was cause for little shivers and startled twitches. He tried to be discreet about his reactions, but he couldn’t brush aside the color in his cheeks whenever he felt her tail graze his thigh.

“W—Wisteria-chan, are you.  .  . ?” He leaned in to whisper, but didn’t continue the question with words. He nodded towards her tail, wondering quietly if she meant to do it. “I don’t mind, but if you do.  .  .”