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HERE WE GO EVERYONE. the long awaited jealous!Sanji fic!! AKA a prequel to the main go fish! storyline!!
this fic takes place before the main events in go fish! but after they met at the Baratie. and don't worry, part 3 for the main series will be on the way. enjoy!!
request: i was wondering if youâd consider making a lil imagine/blurb about sanji being jealous of someone flirting with the reader? like imagine zoro and the reader just talking and then zoro suddenly leans closer and whispers to her âit seems weâve got an audienceâ or smth like that
WARNINGS: none
word count: 3.7k
pairing: jealous opla!sanji x fem!reader
summary: Sanji watches Zoro and reader talk and gets jealous. Nami tries to calm him down but fails.
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âReading that garbage again?â a voice called out.Â
At hearing the question, you glanced up from your well-worn copy of Pride and Prejudice, your favorite book, only to see a calm Zoro casually stroll over to you with a hint of amusement on his face. Â
You playfully rolled your eyes. âDonât knock it till you try it, oh great sword master,â you playfully jabbed as you shook out the book to him as he leaned his back against the shipâs front railing, resting his elbows on top of it. âThe almighty Zoro isnât allergic to reading, is he?âÂ
Zoro snorted, glancing down at your cross-legged position on top of a crate before returning his sights to the Going Merryâs deck and the open ocean. âYeah, I am allergic,â he agreed. âAllergic to reading that monstrosity you call a book.âÂ
âOoo, âmonstrosityâ. Thatâs a mighty big word for a non-reader like yourself, Zoro. Good job,â you teased as you marked your page before closing the book and joining your friend in looking across the deck and out towards the ocean.Â
The green-haired swordsman crossed his arms. âI read.âÂ
âMmhm,â you hummed, not convinced. âSure you do.âÂ
âI do,â he defended in a gruff voice.Â
âOh yeah? Here, Iâll make it easy for you: tell me about one book youâve read.âÂ
Zoro scoffed. âI can tell you about way more than one.âÂ
You couldnât help the surprised noise that came out of you. âOh, yeah? âMore than oneâ?â you asked with a raised brow and glanced up at your fellow straw hat, trying to wipe off the grin on your face. Â
You were certainly surprised that Zoro has read more than one book in his lifetime, but you werenât surprised that he took your earlier question as a challenge. Classic Zoro, you thought in amusement. The guy could never pass up a challenge, no matter what it was about.Â
So, you repositioned yourself on your crate, making yourself comfortable for the discussion ahead. âAlright, come on,â you said and sat up straighter, urging Zoro on, âletâs hear it. Tell me all about them.âÂ
From the back of the ship, on the upper deck above the kitchen, a certain chef took a long drag on his cigarette as he watched you and his least favorite swordsman be engrossed in conversation. Sanji removed the butt of his cigarette from his mouth with his thumb and index finger, keeping the smoke in his lungs for as long as he could, before slowly exhaling the smoke from his nostrils, his eyes never leaving the two of you.Â
âDaaamn, Sanji,â Usopp drawled as he messed with the sails on the shipâs mast nearby, glancing at the chef for a second before returning to his knots. âYou look like a smoking dragon. All ferocious and mean. And....extra smokey.âÂ
Sanjiâs gaze didnât budge, Usoppâs words not fazing the cook in the slightest. âOh yeah? And what of it knot-boy?â he asked with a slight edge to his words, taking another drag on his cigarette and exhaling through his lips.Â
At Sanjiâs snarky question, Usopp recoiled and looked back at Sanji more closely with a confused expression. It was rare for Sanji to lose his cool or be in a bad mood for no reason, unless he was going back and forth in an argument with Zoro but even then, the blonde chef usually took those in stride with a smile, much to Zoroâs annoyance, so this was new.Â
âArenât those things supossed to calm you down?â Usopp asked as he nodded to the cigarette in the cookâs hand.Â
âI am calm,â Sanji rebuked a little too quickly to be true. Â
Usopp then noticed how intent Sanjiâs stare was towards something at the front of the ship and raised an eyebrow. Whatever he was staring at must be pissing him off because the chefâs gaze looked absolutely lethal. What the hell could be making him so mad? Usopp followed Sanjiâs gaze, looked towards the front of the ship, and saw....y/n and Zoro talking?Â
To Usopp, it looked like they were just having a normal conversation, but when he saw y/n laugh at something Zoro said, hitting his arm with a grin and Zoro having a slight smile, he heard Sanji scoff loudly in disgust and mutter something under his breath.Â
And in that moment, it dawned on Usopp what was up, and it was hard for him to contain his shit eating grin: Sanji was jealous. Sanji was jealous of y/n and Zoro. To Usopp, it looked like a completely normal conversation between friends since he knew of y/nâs affections for the blonde cook. But to Sanji? It probably seemed like a complete flirt fest, and he was jealous.Â
Up until this point Usopp had thought y/nâs crush was only one sided. Sure, heâs had his suspicions ever since Sanji seemed to stare at y/n more often than not, but Usopp was still just a guy at the end of the day, so he never considered if Sanji might actually have feelings for y/n too. Â
But now? Oh boy- Usopp was all caught up to speed and he couldnât wait to meddle in their budding relationship and tease the heck out of them both for it (when the time was right, of course). Â
Usopp looked back over at Sanji and wiped off his grin as best he could. âYou say somethinâ Sanji?â he asked innocently, knowing damn well the chef said absolutely nothing. âI thought I heard you mutter something.âÂ
Sanji flicked the ashes off his cigarette. âNo.âÂ
âOh. Must just be the wind then...âÂ
Suddenly, y/nâs laughter could be heard from the shipâs front and Sanji nearly snarled in disgust and shook his head. âWhat the-â Sanji started but let out an exasperated sigh. âHeâs not even funny,â Sanji complained before taking another hit on his cigarette.Â
Usopp couldnât help himself, he had to poke the bear. âWho, Zoro? I think heâs funny.âÂ
The blonde chef let out a humorless laugh. âYeah, funny looking.âÂ
He also had to twist the knife. âWell, y/n seems to think heâs funny.â Â
Sanji chuckled to himself and stayed quiet for a moment, contemplating Usoppâs words. âYou know what? It doesnât matter,â he muttered and took one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out and immediately lighting up a fresh one.Â
Unbeknown to the cook and slingshot fighter, standing underneath them and near the tangerine trees was the Going Merryâs orange-haired navigator, who had heard their whole conversation.Â
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âZoro!â You laughed loudly and hit your crewmate on his bicep. âReading books on how to dismember your opponents doesnât count as real reading!âÂ
A ghost of a smile appeared on Zoroâs face as he raised an eyebrow at you. âSays you. Can you tell me fifty different ways on how to cut up a body? No? I didnât think so.âÂ
âFair enough,â you relented good naturedly with a small laugh as you shook your head. âRemind me to never get on your bad side.âÂ
A comfortable silence fell over you both as you let out a small sigh, watching the waves crash.Â
After a few quiet beats, however, you felt Zoro lean into your personal space as he lowly murmured, âDonât look now, but it seems like we have an audience.âÂ
You blinked in confusion as your eyebrows pulled together. âWhat? An audience? Where?â Completely disregarding Zoroâs instructions, you immediately started looking around the ship. âWatching what?âÂ
âUs,â Zoro said simply and returned to his full height.Â
You shook your head in disbelief. âWhat? Us? Now who would be watching-â you started to say but the rest of your sentence died in your throat when you saw piercing blue eyes staring right you both. â...us?â you finished slowly. Â
Sanji? Sanji was your audience? But- why? What? You were so confused. Even from this far away, you could tell something was off with him. His posture was stiff and the usual smile that adorned his features whenever he saw you was nowhere to be seen. Â
âWhen did he get here? I didnât know he was on deck...â you trailed off, about to move to hop off the crate and make your way over to Sanji to see what the matter with him was when something stopped you. Â
Before you could hop off the crate, you saw Sanji put out his cigarette and make his way off the deck and head down into the kitchen, not sparing you another glance. As you made your way across the deck, about to follow him into the kitchen, Usopp quickly called out to you from up on the shipâs mast, asking for your help with knot tying since âyours were so much better than hisâ. You agreed with a small sigh, not wanting Usopp to struggle by himself, so you made your way to the mast and started climbing, but not before sparing the entryway to the kitchen one last glance.Â
Meanwhile in the kitchen, Sanji flittered around, grabbing random ingredients he saw at first glance. Mushrooms? Grabbed. A block of cheese? Sure. Corn? Ok. Tomatoes? Sure, whatever.Â
As he looked down at the growing pile of ingredients on the counter, he stopped for a second to examine the pile, putting his hands in his pockets. What the hell was he supposed to make out of this? He didnât know. He couldnât think straight, and it was bothering the absolute hell out of him. The kitchen had always been his sanctuary, a place where he could always rely on to decompress and escape from his thoughts as he got swept away in the act of cooking that came so naturally to him. Usually.Â
But today? His natural instincts werenât there. He felt his chefâs mind drawing up a blank on how to mix all of these items together and the longer he stood there, the more ticked off he became. On a normal day, heâd have thought up of 15 different dishes he could make and already have been busy at work making one of those ideas come to life. But now? There was nothing. No ideas swirling around in his head, nothing. Â
He could feel his face twist up in irritation the longer he was standing there until finally, he let out a short, brusque sigh, muttering, âNow what the fuck am I supposed to do with all this?âÂ
âYouâre the chef, arenât you supposed to figure that out or something?âÂ
The blonde chef glanced up from the pile and saw Nami casually strolling in from the deck and up to the counter opposite of him, hands clasped behind her back, with a curious eyebrow raised. Â
Instantly, to cover up his sour mood, the cook plastered on a fake smile. âWell, it seems my mind is a little blank at the moment, Darling. Why donât you come over here and help me come up with an idea or two?â he offered with a wink, taking his hands out to lean against the counter.Â
But Nami saw right through him. âIâm good, thanks,â she declined bluntly. Nami wasnât sure when she had become the Going Merryâs pseudo-therapist, especially since this crew hadn't been together for more than 3 months at this point, but someone had to be, and she figured the only way to get Sanji to talk right now would be if he was doing something he loved: cooking. âActually,â she started offhandedly, âI have a request for you.âÂ
Now that immediately got the cookâs attention. âOh?â he asked with a raised brow, straightening up as he dropped the fake flirty persona.Â
âYeah,â she said aloud, sounding more like she was trying to convince herself that she actually had a request for the cook. From behind her back, she pulled out a couple of tangerines. With a slight smile and raised brow, she said matter-of-factly, âIf I remember correctly, I believe I was told I could ask for a tangerine tart anytime Iâd like?âÂ
A genuine smile came across Sanjiâs face at that, his eyes crinkling at the corners, as he laughed with a nod. âThe Madam is correct.â He took the fruits from Namiâs hands and placed them on the counter, pushing away his bizarre pile of ingredients to make room. âOne tangerine tart coming right up,â he said and started bustling around the kitchen with purpose this time, pulling out the necessary ingredients, a far cry from his movements a couple of minutes ago.Â
Seeing Sanji occupied, Nami took a seat at the table, sitting where she had left her charting journal and reading glasses from breakfast that morning. She opened her journal back up and put her glasses on, flipping through the pages and resuming her sketch of her latest map. Â
Both of them worked in silence for a few minutes, both engrossed in their respective activities until Nami broke it. Before speaking, she snuck a glance at the chef, making sure he was preoccupied before she started prodding and sure enough, he was. Perfect.Â
âYou know, I never told anyone this before,â Nami started, laying the groundwork for Sanji to open up, creating a tit for tat sort of thing, âbut I actually love tangerine tarts.âÂ
Sanji huffed slightly with a slight smile, not looking up from his work. ïżœïżœOh yeah? Well, be prepared to fall in love with them all over again.â He started pouring heavy cream into a separate bowl, adding sugar before whisking it all together. âEven Zeff used to say I made a mean tangerine tart.âÂ
Nami hummed. âMaybe you can make Zoro fall in love with them too,â she said casually, sneaking a quick look at Sanji, only to see him press his lips together in a firm line and start to whisk the cream harder at the mention of the swordsman. âOr y/n,â she added quickly. âI donât think sheâs ever had one either.âÂ
At the mention of you, Sanjiâs face and motions relaxed slightly. âYeah,â he agreed. âI...think youâre right about that.âÂ
The orange-haired girl rotated her journal ninety degrees. She decided to prod a little harder. âI think I saw them talking earlier.âÂ
Sanji simply hummed in agreement, cracking eggs into a bowl, staying silent. With the third egg, however, he cracked it a little too hard on the counter, causing the raw egg contents to splatter everywhere and onto his black blazer. Â
âAh- fucking hell,â he muttered in disgust, throwing the broken eggshell into the trash before cleaning his hands off in the sink.Â
Nami looked up from her work and quirked an eyebrow at her crewmate. âYou good?âÂ
The blonde cook shook his head once with a sardonic smile. âNever better,â he quipped.Â
Ok, she couldnât do this dance anymore. Nami closed her journal and took off her glasses, looking straight at him. âAlright, you want to tell me what the hell is going on? Youâre acting weird, even for you.â Sanji opened his mouth to protest but Nami spoke before he could. âAnd donât lie to me.âÂ
Mouth still open, Sanji exhaled slowly and deflated. âI- Iâm fine.âÂ
She rolled her eyes. âSanji-âÂ
Upon hearing his name, Sanji blinked and raised his eyebrows in surprise. Nami rarely called him by his name. Â
âCut the bullshit,â she continued. âI heard your conversation with Usopp and you certainly didnât sound âfineâ.âÂ
Sanji was caught red-handed. With what exactly? He didnât really know but he did know he was caught in a lie because he definitely did not feel fine. He shrugged his shoulders, at a loss for words. âI...â he sighed and took off his ruined blazer, draping it over the back of an empty chair, rolling up his sleeves as he avoided Namiâs expectant stare. He grabbed a dirty rag and started cleaning the egg off the counter. âI donât know...âÂ
âSanji, you can barely crack an egg.âÂ
That brought out a short bark of laughter from the chef. âYeah,â he relented. âObviously.âÂ
âIs this because of your jealously over y/n and Zoro?âÂ
âMy- my what? My jealously?â he sputtered and scoffed, still not looking Nami in the eye. âI, I donât know what youâre talking about. Why on earth would I be jealous over that stick in the mud?âÂ
âOh, I donât know,â Nami played along, tapping her temple, pretending she was deep in thought. âMaybe because you saw and heard them laughing from all the way across the ship?â she pointed out. When Sanji tried to wave off her accusations with an unconvincing smile, Nami decided to just go in for the kill. If Sanji wasnât going to admit his obvious liking towards her female crewmate and friend himself, then sheâd have to do it for him. âMaybe....maybe because you might have a little crush on y/n?â she offered with a raised brow, staring right at him.Â
âWh-what?? A crush?â Sanji quickly rebuked, jerking his head back. âWhat are we? Little kids?âÂ
From her spot at the table, Nami could swear she saw a faint dusting of pink appear on his cheeks. She smirked to herself. She got him. âWell,â she shrugged, âit doesnât matter how old we get, we all get crushes from time to time.âÂ
You? A crush? Sanji shook his head as he resumed making the tangerine tart. Labeling whatever feelings he had for you as simply a âjuvenile crushâ didnât feel right to him. You were more than that, and you didnât deserve to be labeled as such. âNo, sheâs not a crush.âÂ
âOh, so you like-like her?â Nami said like it was obvious. âYou like her as more than just a friend.âÂ
âI-â Sanji started but stopped himself and sighed, feeling his irritation grow the longer this conversation went on. Now even the kitchen wasnât bringing him peace? First, smoking and now this? What was next? âWhy does it matter? All of a sudden, my love life is interesting to you and up for debate? I donât remember asking for your opinion.âÂ
Nami watched his jaw tense and his body become stiff as he started zesting the tangerines. Clearly whatever feelings Sanji was dealing with, he wasnât ready to openly talk about them, so she decided to back off.
She put her hands up in surrender, slumping back in her chair as she said, âHey, Iâm...Iâm sorry. Youâre right.â Deciding to give the chef his space, she gathered her belongings and stood up, making her way to the counter. âIf you ever need to...talk or anything, Iâm here,â she offered quietly. In a normal tone, she added, âLet me know when the tarts are ready. I really do want y/n and Zoro to try one.âÂ
Speaking of the devil, you came into the kitchen from the deck, eyes lighting up at the sight of Sanji cooking. Seeing Sanji cook was one of your favorite things and you always loved to guess what he was making. âSanji! Ooo, what are you making?âÂ
Nami watched as Sanjiâs whole demeanor change at the sight of you, like a switch being flipped on. She couldnât help but smile knowingly between you both. âIâll be in my room,â she announced before making her way out of the kitchen, leaving you both alone.Â
Sanji had a wide smile, shoulders relaxing as his eyes lit up. âWhy donât you guess? Give it your best shot.âÂ
âOh! I love this game. Ok, letâs see,â you said as you surveyed the ingredients laid out before you. âI see flour, sugar, butter and tangerines...are you making a tangerine cake or something?âÂ
Whatever jealousy or anger he had been feeling all day just instantly disappeared once he was with you. He felt like himself again, all carefree and lighthearted as he chuckled at your guess. âNot quite, Missus. But nice try,â he said as he looked into your eyes with a crooked smile.Â
Missus. You felt your heart skip a beat at the nickname and you felt your insides became all warm. You hoped your face didnât give away your swooning. He's never called you that before and you hoped to God that he would never stop.Â
âAh, my bad,â you laughed embarrassedly. âWhat are you making then?âÂ
âI, am making a tangerine tart,â he proudly stated as he grabbed another egg, perfectly cracking it this time. âAt the request of the shipâs navigator.âÂ
A wide grin broke out across your face. âNo way!!â you squealed eagerly, causing Sanji to laugh. âIâve always wanted to try one!â Â
The blonde chef nodded. âYes, she did mention that actually.â After a beat, he added, âI hope you like it.âÂ
âOf course I will,â you said without hesitation. âI know I havenât known you for that long, but it seems like everything you make is phenomenal. Youâre the best cook I know.âÂ
Normally, nearly everyone compliments his cooking (except for Zoro) and he never really thought anything of it. He knew was the best cook in the East Blue and someday, the whole world when he found the All Blue. But hearing that compliment from you? How you said it so easily and with such certainty? He felt a funny, warm feeling deep within his chest and when he looked at you, just like how you knew for certain that he was the best chef around, he knew right then that you really were the most beautiful woman heâs ever known.Â
So, yeah. Nami was right. He guessed he did have a little crush on you, or âlike-likedâ you- whatever she was saying. Â
âDo you mind if I watch?âÂ
Your question broke the little staring trance he was in, blinking and tearing his gaze away from you as he tried to refocus on the task before him. He truly had to make sure this was the best tart heâs ever made.Â
He nodded, perhaps a little too eagerly. God, he was probably acting like an excited puppy, but he couldnât help himself. âOf course you can,â he agreed with a small smile.Â
As you pulled up a stool to sit on the opposite side of the counter, Sanji realized something: him cooking in the kitchen with you sitting nearby? Thatâs something he could get used to and get used to very quickly.Â
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