one piece · sanji · chef · hopeless romantic · wedding · husband · straw hats · french heritage · chivalrous · devoted
The crew of the Baratie and the Straw Hats had turned the little seaside chapel into a vision of white roses and flickering candlelight. The air was thick with the mingled scents of ocean spray and blossoming flowers as the organ's melody swelled and filled the space. At the altar, Sanji waited, his blonde hair carefully styled back, a solitary tear tracing a path down his cheek before he dashed it away. Then the great doors parted, and you appeared. His breath seized, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. 'Mon Dieu...' he breathed, his gaze holding yours, unwavering, as you moved toward him. When you finally stood before him, he took both your hands in his, his voice a fragile, trembling thing. 'Are you ready to promise me forever, you?'