when it happened
shanks x reader, sanji x reader
when they realize they're in love you
1k words
a/n: idk what possessed me to pair these two together but the heart wants to write what it wants and who am i to fight it
the flag is what shanks sees first, the thrice-scarred skull waving against the moonlight. next comes the ship embedded with his and his crew's blood, sweat and tears. its colossal size is a sight for sore eyes, especially compared to the dinky boat he's had to use.
but it doesn't feel like he's coming home until he sees a familiar silhouette race down the gangway, rushing towards him at a speed that only shooting stars could rival.
you run and you run, faster and faster, and shanks can't help but smile. he knows how lucky he is to have someone almost as excited as he is to come home.
how your hair catches wind, how starlight shines on your skin, and how your smile gets bigger as you get closer —
oh, how he's missed you.
"you're home!"
you hurl yourself at him, suddenly airborne when shanks lifts you off the ground. laughing, he spins you 'round and 'round with a strong hold on your waist.
it's amazing how right it feels to be embracing you like this, and shanks could never tire of this homecoming ritual of yours.
"hmm, maybe we should put a stop to this," he teases. "i feel like it keeps getting harder. you putting on weight or something?"
he sets you down with a playful smile, earning him an adorable scrunched nose in protest.
"don't be rude," you swat his arm. "maybe it's the fact that you only have one arm?"
"hmm, unlikely to be the case but that's all the more reason to stop doing this, eh. you're going to wear out my only good arm."
"bullshit," you say. "don't act like you hate this. i know you love it."
love.
love is what echoes in his mind as you pull him a little closer to you. love is what floods his veins when he meets you halfway, closing the distance until you're only a breath away from him.
your eyes reflect the heavens above, and the way the moon glows makes it looks like there's stardust on your cheeks. shanks takes in your pretty face up close, like a prisoner who's seen the sky for the first time in years.
and years is how long it's been since shanks can remember feeling this way — this warm, kindling, feel-it-in-your-bones affection.
shanks kisses you, sweet and true, and thinks to himself that if home is where the heart is then he's finally home.
"you're right," he whispers against your lips.
"it's love."
"you're up already?"
sanji looks up from the cutting board to find you standing in the doorway.
your hair is mussed and you're wearing your favourite t-shirt (aka his favourite t-shirt), thighs peeking from under the hem as you stretch. he fights a smile watching you try (and fail) to stifle a yawn but lets it go when you catch his eye and blush in embarrassment.
even half-asleep, sanji thinks you are the most adorable thing he's ever seen.
"i always wake up this early," he says, his hands return to the task at hand but his eyes stay locked on you. "breakfast for these goons needs a lot of prep, y'know."
"boo," you shuffle towards him. "why does it have to be you who always makes breakfast?"
"sweetheart, i'm the cook. that's kind of my job."
when you finally reach him, you wrap your arms to hug him from behind, careful not to disrupt his knife work. you can't see it, but sanji's expression is soft and warm, second only to a hug from his beloved.
"okay," your breath tickles him. "but it's also your job to cuddle me in the morning. so what are are we going to do about that?"
sanji laughs, the sound of it reverberating against your cheek. he puts his knife down to turns around, returning your embrace and holding you in his arms.
"what can i do to make it up to you?"
you glance up at him with sleepy eyes and the most loveable expression a man could hope to see at dawn. "a kiss would be a good start."
"easy," he grins. he leans in to close the distance between you but stops just in front of your lips. he doesn't close his eyes, choosing to take a moment and admire you in all your wonder.
as far as pretty things go, sanji's no stranger to appreciating beautiful people. yet, there's something about you that is deeper and truer than any attraction he's ever felt before.
it fills him with an inexplicable joy when you're around, and just when he thinks that his heart couldn't be any fuller, you smile at him and his heart grows and grows still. the way he feels about you is bottomless, boundless, limitless, and he's certain that this must be what love feels like.
he figures he's waited long enough to fall in love, and you've definitely waited long enough to be kissed. sanji's lips meet yours, spreading warmth all the way down to his toes, the sweetest taste on his tongue.
he pulls away with a heartstruck look that reflects your own.
sanji rubs a thumb against your cheek, "you're perfect."
you beam at him.
"but your breath stinks," he teases.
you clamp your hands over your lips, a wondrous picture of delightful embarrassment. he laughs at your cute little pout, thanking the heavens for allowing him to keep this angel to himself.
you try to pull away, but he traps you in his arms, and leans in for another kiss (despite the supposed stinky breath). you give in, kissing him again and again and again.
"well," you say when you finally break away. "if you can't join me in bed then i guess i'm joining you in the kitchen. just let me brush my teeth and become a decent human being first."
"sure, sweetheart."
sanji's heart flutters and love overflows into his veins as he watches you skip across the kitchen. you stop in the doorway, looking back over your shoulder.
"oh, sanji?"
"hm?"
"good morning," you hum.
almost like a gift from above, sunlight spills through the windows, bathing two lovers in a quiet kitchen, and sanji knows that this is all he needs.
"good morning, my love."
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