To Feel Your Soul (Sanji x Reader)
Summary: You’re practiced in the magic of souls and Sanji has been yearning to know the all encompassing feeling of touching the soul of another. You’ve tried to explain it, but words fall short. Luckily for Sanji, you can show him.
A/N: what if we touched souls bro like just a lil bit would that be gay?? (It would 😌) so uhh yeah this is the Sanji soul fuckery thing I mentioned in the WIPS. As it is Thursday I wanted to do some thirst but none of them want to be completed atm 😤 this is a big fluff thing and an illustration to practice one aspect of the mechanics of a type of magic I’ve been mulling over for Many Moons, I hope y’all enjoy it! Trying to describe the sensations, emotions, and basic method was a fun challenge!
Warnings: gn!reader, nothing fr fr to mention, silly magic shit, nothing sexual happens but it’s a very parallel intimacy 🤡, cuddling, yearning and desperation because of course, lofty descriptive language, mechanic addition to canon, Sanji is squarely between anime and opla renditions, he’s very very very very smitten
A favored paragraph: For a split second, the impulse to jump to his feet and run until he was unable to move almost overtook him. He was a lit fuze and needed to burst or surely there would be agony. But agony never came. What came was the comfort of a morning bed on a taskless day. He was surrounded by perfectly radiating body heat in a dark cocoon. The unfamiliar aspect was how he felt like he was sitting underwater, weightless and gently rocking at the whims of a constantly swaying current. He distantly thought that if he’d open his eyes he’d find the dark pits of the ocean yawning around him and all he could find in him to think of such a haunting notion was ‘how nice’.
“If you relax it will help,” you instructed.
Sanji was trying his best to relax but how could he? He had seen how dreamily you talked of your experiences with this, of how comforting and relaxing and intimate it felt. After somehow convincing his way into receiving the touch from you, he was ecstatic. Then the reality of it - of how vulnerable it would leave him - started to sink in and anxiety began to taint his excitement.
You laid a hand on top of his, stopping his fingers from tapping at his thigh. You didn’t have to reach far to touch him; both of you were sitting cross-legged on the floor, so close that your knees touched.
“Really, don’t worry,” you soothed. “We’re only brushing so you can get used to the feeling, yeah? It’ll be a lot at first, but nothing entangling or invasive. And we stop if anything’s too much.”
Sanji’s shining blue eyes took their time examining your own before turning to the floor. He hoped that looking at anything else would help him think; whenever your eyes met, his mind went blank. The patterns in the blanket separating you both from the sleeping mat didn’t help him find his words. Neither did the pillows and extra blankets encircling your seats. As you started to pull away, he felt your soft skin trail against the back of his hand and suddenly the words came.
“It’s okay, I’m fine,” Sanji rushed out. It took only a second for him to adjust back to flirtation. “Just got tongue-tied looking at you.”
