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Sekiro - Emma 

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Slow and Steady

Alright, so I decided to write a Sanji x Nami fanfiction. If you guys like it I’ll continue the story. As the name suggests, this is gonna be a slow burn kind of story. However, it will likely eventually turn into smut lol I hope you guys like it! Im open to contructive criticism. I haven’t written anything in 7 years. They also might be a bit OOC. The last fanfic I wrote was when I was 16 for a completely different fandom. I may also change the title later on, and I’ll be uploading this to fanfiction.net later. Anyways, here you go! 

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She’s got a point.

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In 1942 Albert Camus wrote a book called “The Myth of Sisyphus”.

Camus describes those moments in our lives when our ideas about the world suddenly don’t work anymore, when every daily routine — going to work and back — and all our efforts seem pointless and misdirected. When one suddenly feels foreign and divorced from this world.

In these frightening moments of clarity we feel the absurdity of life.

Reason + Unreasonable World = Absurd Life

This absurd sensitivity is the result of a conflict. On the one hand we make reasonable plans for our lives, and on the other hand we are confronted with an unpredictable world which does not comply with our ideas.

So what is absurd? Being reasonable in an unreasonable world.

However, instead of denying that the world is unreasonable or abandoning reason all together, Camus suggests we should do three things:

1. Permanent revolution: We should constantly revolt against the circumstances of our existence and thus keep the absurd alive. We should never accept defeat, not even death, even though we know it can’t be avoided in the long run. Permanent rebellion is the only way to be present in the world.

2. Reject eternal freedom: Instead of enslaving ourselves to eternal models we should hold on to reason, but be aware of its limitations and apply it flexibly to the situation at hand — or put simply: we should find freedom here and now, not in eternity.

3. Passion: Most importantly we should always have a passion for life, love everything in it and try not to live as good as possible but as much as possible.

“Is It Worth the Trouble” by Ralph Ammer

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Can I interest you in Fushigi Neko no Kyuu-chan

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OP 936

I’ve usually been waiting for the official Jump translation for the chapters now, but after seeing this edit, I had to see what was up. ^^  I’ll still read the official translation, but here are some quick thoughts I wanted to get out.

When Luffy is standing there looking muscle-y, I said *in my mom voice*, “Awww!!!  When did he get so buff??”

Proof that Nami’s destructive power works on both men and women.  Hue, hue, hue… ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Didn’t I just mention being reminded of the Shiawase Punch?

If this was a bet, @pernanegra would be rich for betting on Sanji-kun being there.

Sanji can get a bloody nose over any woman, but only Nami-san could be described as an overflowing river of beauty.

*laughs*  Drake X is weak to women’s bodies.  Check out the hearts above his head.

North Blue fanboys know all about Germa 66. ^^

Ah!  That’s where that edit came from. *smiles* 

Alright, that was it!!  I just wanted to voice my thoughts.  I’m curious to see if Sanji’s description of Nami is just as poetic (or more so) in the official translation.  We’ll see Monday!

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Such a treat, Oda, I love you ♡

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Sea | Sanami week 2019 bonus

The sea looked especially bright that night, or so it did to Nami’s eyes. She had always been fond of the ocean, that endless blue that she felt tight to even as a child. When her true home was scattered into pieces, controlled by a despotic ruler, she had found comfort in the sound of the waves. When she cried next to her mother’s grave, her tears linked her to the ocean even more. And for years, she had been calling the sea her home, it being the never ending constant in her life. The isles, the weather, the battles and the troubles they always seemed to be into were always changing, but at the end of the day, she always turned to the sea.

That night, however, there were no conflicts. No sea monsters to fight, no confrontations with other ships, no internal arguments about stupidities. That night was all about celebration. The crew wasn’t really celebrating anything specific, except maybe the fact that they all remained alive for now (which, for a pirate crew in the New World, was kind of an achievement). Still, what kind of pirates would they be if they had to have a reason for getting drunk and dancing in tables every once in a while? As the crew of the next Pirate’s King, they had to live up to some standards.

They had assembled a drinking night at the bar. Everyone loved it, yet never spent much time in it. They were planning on changing that. Zoro didn’t take long before opening up all the bottles; and everyone served themselves in big color-tinted glasses they were saving up for these types of occasions. Brook had begun to play a song that put everyone else to dance, and Ussopp decided it was best to do it jumping in the couch. If he had been more sober, Franky would have told him to stop, but by that time of the night he had already drunk a little too much and was showing his best moves on the dance floor. Robin was trying to calm Chopper down while casually drinking her whisky on the rocks the same way she drank tea.

After a while of dancing with Luffy, Nami felt the heat take over her, and her clothes started to stick to her body. Feeling sweaty, she went to get some air outside. She felt a ringing in her ear, possibly because of the loud music, but she could still hear the sound of waves calming her down. There was a soft breeze that winged her long hair and made her feel at peace. Her heartbeat slowed down as she carelessly moved around the deck, dancing to the distant noise she couldn’t quite recognize anymore, and she felt the urge to take off her shoes. She was about to when a voice behind her back made her jump.

When she turned back, the first thing she saw was a black shadow. Its outline, however, was easily recognizable: tall, slim and in straight posture. It could only be Sanji.

“What are you doing out here?” she asked him, taking a step towards him. There was almost no light outside, and she wanted to see his face. Not that she had a special reason to do so, but she liked to see who she was talking to. There was absolutely nothing more to it.

“You left kind of abruptly there… I was just checking if you were alright.”

“So you came here to smoke.” Nami realized she didn’t have to see his face to know that his cheeks were turning red, she just knew. She could read him like a magazine, even without seeing the cover.

“It pains me that you think that low of me. I truly care about you, Nami-san!”

Sanji tried his best to defend his honor, and began rambling about the values of chivalry and the endless respect he had for her. Nami wasn’t really listening to what he was saying, rather more interested in the sound of waves crashing to the ship. She felt as the water was speaking to her, calming her senses. She could hear it talking to her. Or maybe she had gotten drunker than she initially realized. She found herself swinging slightly, flowing like the waves, with the tide on her heels. At one point, she lost her balance and tripped, but Sanji was quick enough to hold her on time.

“Are you okay?” he asked her, pulling his face closer to hers in order to take a greater look of her expression. Her brown eyes looked almost as black as her pupils, and he could have sworn they were bigger than usual.

Nami hadn’t planned to stick to eye contact for so long, but he finally caught a glimpse of light reflecting right into Sanji’s eyes, and they looked as blue as the sea. Ocean blue eyes, looking straight into hers.

She felt like she might as well sink. And drown. And die.

Did he always had such beautiful eyes and she hadn’t realized until now? Or was it the lightning making them especially bright? Or was she just hallucinating from all the shots she had taken with Zoro? She had so many questions, and so little answers.

“Your eyes…” she began, not knowing how to continue “are like the sea.”

“Is that a poem?” Sanji adventured “Is Nami-san dedicating me a poem?!”

“No!” she yelled, a little too loud “Your eyes are so blue. Why?”

Sanji was starting to feel Nami’s weigh tiring his arm, but he didn’t want to lose grip of her. And of course, he didn’t want to unbalance her either. He might need to sort out his priorities on that, but he figured that it wasn’t exactly the time.

“You are asking why I have blue eyes?”

Nami sighed. He clearly didn’t understand the question. She already knew that the color of eyes was something inherited (genetics? She had heard that word before). What she didn’t know was…

“Who gave you the right to have eyes like the ocean?”

Sanji blinked twice. Clearly, she was drunk, or she wouldn’t be asking those things to him. The sober Nami never put that much thought into him or what he looked like. It was kind of bittersweet, getting all the attention he wanted but by a drunk version of his muse. Still, he had to admit he was quite enjoying it.

“I… don’t know.”

“Let me take a closer look!”

Nami stood straight, which was a comfort to Sanji’s arm, and put her face close to his. So close their noses were touching. Nami’s heartbeat could be as calm as the waves, but Sanji’s was pumping like crazy. He gulped but didn’t dare to blink as Nami examined his uncovered eye closely.

“Why would you want to hide the sea?” she wondered, her voice almost a whisper. She didn’t have to raise her voice now that they were so close together.

Her fingers caressed his cheek and went up to where his hair covered half of his face.

“It’s almost rude, you know. People should be able to…”

Nami didn’t finish her sentence. She had lost herself in another kind of sea this time, and she didn’t want to lose direct contact with it. She could see it all in his eyes: all her doubts, all her uncertainty, all her dreams and all her achievements. This ocean mirrored her reflection if she looked at it long enough, and she felt herself inexplicably tied to it, like there was some kind of bond she shared with these blue eyes.

It was such a powerful feeling that it destroyed her calm for a moment, and she had to look away.

“That was intense” she laughed, playing it down. She had now started to wonder how ridiculous the situation must look like from the outside, and that Sanji must have thought she was crazy. Well, maybe he already did think that about her. Either way, he couldn’t blame him for it.

Sanji nodded in agreement, but was left behind with a void inside. He knew it was stupid, because what else what he even expecting to? Their closeness had intensified all his feelings about her, but it was dumb to think she would have ever corresponded to them. Nami could be a goddess to him, but she didn’t have superpowers. She could look into his eyes, but not look into his soul.

At least, that’s what he thought before he felt a pressure on his lips. It was Nami, kissing him. He opened his mouth to speak, but Nami used his surprise to her advantage and twisted her tongue onto his, intensifying the kiss. When she parted away from him, she gave him a playful smile.

“I felt you were begging for that to happen.” She teased, and took his hand. “Let’s go dance, sea eyes!”

Sanji didn’t have time to react, as she was already pulling him into the bar again. He couldn’t even listen to the music blasting loudly. All he could hear was the sound of waves and Nami’s voice saying his eyes were like the sea.

Another year, another Sanami week end. I know I’ve been a little bit late to the party this time, but I had a blast writing these! It’s good to take off the dust of writing and it’s always a pleasure doing so with these two dorks. Until next time!

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“Only the sacrifice of an innocent god could justify the endless and universal torture of innocence.”

— Albert Camus, The Rebel: An Essay on Man in Revolt (1951). (via speciesbarocus)

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Protect | Sanami week 2019

Sanji was feeling a little bit under the weather lately. Coughing had become a usual practice for him, but everyone had linked it to his addiction to cigarettes. He had, at first, too. Chopper’s lectures were starting to get to him, although he knew it was too late for him to change his mind about smoking. However, then came the next symptom: the stuffy nose. He had used every single one of his handkerchiefs and he still felt like he couldn’t breathe properly at night. Still, he figured it was something that would go away by itself.

Later came the sore throat, possibly as a consequence of all the coughing and all the breathing he had to do with his mouth instead of his nose. He didn’t say anything about it either, figuring that it was probably a one-day thing. Except it wasn’t, and he woke up the next day feeling not an inch better. In fact, as days passed by, he was starting to feel worse: he felt more tired, and did not have his usual strength in the morning. Preparing breakfast was especially hard for him, and for the first time in many years, he did not wake up until an hour later than he used to. He was awakened softly yet tenderly by a hand that took him by surprise. If he would had been a little more awake, he would have jumped out of bed, but he was so tired that not even his eyes had the strength to open. A whisper in his ear made him shiver. At first he did not understand the voice, the sounds didn’t seem to make sense in his brain, but eventually he was able to differentiate the syllables that composed his name.

“Sanji-kun, wake up.”

The familiarity of the name put his senses up to test. There was only one person who called him that way. His eyes gradually adjusted to the light, and dark eyes met his. Nami. Why was she awake? And more importantly, what was she doing in their bedroom? He opened his mouth to speak, but his throat hurt too much to make a sound. Sanji noticed she was lending him a helping hand so he took it, and got up. He almost tripped with himself, but he was hoping it was too dark for her to notice.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice nothing but a sweet whisper.

Sanji nodded with his head, and followed her outside. He did not bother to take his shoes with him, and he immediately regretted it when his bare feet touched the cold floor of the kitchen. He could not help but shiver, and this time he was sure she did notice, because she raised an eyebrow at him.

“You are always the first one to wake up in the morning. Robin and I wondered where you could be.”

Sanji stared at the clock long enough to make Nami nervous before he realized it was already half past seven. For Luffy and Zoro, this was outrageously early, but for him it was terribly late. He always woke up at six (sometimes even before six) to make sure he had breakfast prepared by the time the first person walked in the kitchen. And if Nami and allegedly Robin were already awake, that meant he had failed his principal mission. He let out an almost inaudible curse that did nothing good to his throat.

“Open your mouth.”

Sanji hesitated, but her command sounded authoritarian enough for him to do as she told. Nami took a little spoon from the kitchen counter and examined his throat, like she had seen Chopper do many times. The redness was clearly visible despite not having the brightest light in the room, and Nami chuckled.

“How long have you been sick?”

“I’m not…” it hurt to respond, but he tried doing so anyway “I’m not sick. I’m fine.”

“Well, your nasal cavities say otherwise.”

Sanji ran to get a handkerchief, clearly embarrassed, but Nami stopped him with a glass of water in her hand.

“Drink this before you speak.”

Again, her command did not admit a no for an answer. He drank fast, and water had a rather soothing effect down his throat. At least, until he started coughing.

“Sit down. I’m calling Chopper.”

“No!” he protested, louder than he should have. His vocal chords were raging fire for a second that seemed to last forever. “I’m fine.”

“You’re clearly not.” She pushed him down to a chair so that he would sit. “And what on earth are you doing barefoot?!”

She was so upset Sanji started to think it was funny. How many times had he dreamt about her being her nurse? And how different it was from reality… In all those fantasies, he was in the nursery for some kind of almost fatal wound that he got by saving his crew from some gigantic monster or an incredible army. There was nothing glorious about feeling like shit for some dumb cold. He would survive. He was fine, because he had to be fine. Colds were nothing to him. Were they?

He didn’t notice Nami had left until she came back. That was not a good sign, but he tried to ignore it. She was holding a cup of some warm beverage – tea, if he had to take a guess. She took out a little spoon (was it the little spoon from before? he hoped not) and put it inside the honey pot. Sanji gulped at how much honey Nami added to the tea, being used to taking his coffee black. Still, he said nothing, and grabbed the cup when she offered it to him with a smile.

“Honey is good for sore throats.” She spoke, watching him struggle to take the tea. “Bell-mère used to make it for me when I got sick. Then Nojiko did it for me. Now I’m doing it for you.”

“But I’m not sick.” he said when he finished drinking. His mouth tasted too much like honey, and he wished he had brought his pack of cigarettes with him. “I’m fine.”

“Why are you so obfuscated about being sick? You of all people should be over the moon that I’m taking care of you!”

“Because I should be the one protecting you and not the other way around!” the words blasted out before he could think what he was saying. Once they were out, however, Sanji began to wonder whether his thoughts were in the right place or not. Did he just act like an idiot?

Nami, for once, thought so, but she let it slide. After all, he was sick and too proud of himself. She would never admit it, but he reminded her of her own self a few years ago. Her pride and stubbornness almost get her go through a high fever alone, and she was not going to let Sanji go through the same path. She was going to protect him, no matter what he said.

“Go to bed. I’m calling Chopper.”

“I have to make breakf…”

“I will.” Nami interrupted him. “And don’t you dare disobey my orders.”

Sanji didn’t find the strength to do so, and even if he did, he wasn’t sure he wanted to suffer the consequences. Nevertheless, he couldn’t leave the kitchen before doing his job. People were counting on him, weren’t they? Even if Nami filled his absence, he would still feel like he was failing on his job.

“Let me help.” He said before he walked out. “Then I’ll go see Chopper. I promise.”

Nami rolled her eyes.

“Get yourself some shoes on first.” She said in the end, resigning herself to it. “For someone so overly protective, you’re not that good into letting people protect you, you know?”

Sanji only heard half of that sentence, but when he came back to the kitchen, Nami was waiting for him with a sly smile.

I’m a bit mad this took me so long to write, and still ended up being so short. Anyway, now I have to do all the work I’ve been posponing because of writing this so wish me luck!

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Hug | Sanami week 2019

Sanji wasn’t a big hugger. He didn’t understand the nature of hugs, the right context when it felt right to give one. He thought of himself as an affectionate person, yet he could not simply give a hug. Of course, he could recall times when he did, but he felt like he was corresponding to a hug rather than giving one per-se.

He blamed it on his childhood, like he did with most of his traumas and defects. He did not grow up in an affectionate environment, but quite the contrary actually. With the death of her mother, everything went downhill. Not receiving hugs was the last (and least) of his problems, and while escaping that household was the best he could have done, he did not find paradise either. A sunken ship and starving wasn’t exactly what he had in mind, but he learned life didn’t usually work out the same way it did in tales. Besides, it wasn’t all that bad: he met Zeff, his true family, and built a place he could call home. Zeff taught him everything he knew about cooking and manners, and basically raised him like a son. Sanji knew he was proud of what he had become, but he also knew that Zeff would never admit it to him out loud. He knew he loved him, but he was not so good at showing his feelings. He couldn’t blame him, though, and he would not change a single thing about him (besides maybe his bad temper, which could be annoying sometimes).

Overall, Sanji didn’t feel like he had the right to complain about his childhood. Sure, it had been far from perfect, but so was everyone else’s in the crew. Moreover, his childhood made him the man he was today, a man that was doing what he loved and following his dream. If the cost he had to pay for that was not knowing how to hug, he would gladly pay it dozens of times.

Still, he sometimes wondered how people surrounding him could do it so easily. He started trying to imitate them, hoping they wouldn’t notice he had no clue what he was doing, but he always ended up feeling awkward and giving them a pat on the shoulders instead. He didn’t know how to actually start a hug. Heck, even Brook could give better hugs than him, and he was a skeleton! He lacked all flesh! That was pathetic.

Even more pathetic than that was him practicing in the mirror, opening his arms wide open and squeezing them into his body. He had done it before, when he wasn’t really thinking. It rather came spontaneously after a life or death situation, or as a logical tactic like when he was trying to sneak that note to Nami, back when they got captured in Zou. When the madness begun.

Replaying that memory in his head got his mind thinking about Nami, his Nami-san, the finest navigator and the most amazing woman he had ever met. He found himself lost in thought after having rambled about her for at least half an hour, when he heard knocking on the bathroom door. He opened the door with hesitation, not knowing what to expect, when he found the object of his fantasies and delirations stand with impatience. Her lip trembled, and he felt he was screwed.

“What on earth were you doing to take this long? There are so many other people wanting to use the restroom. For instance, me!”

She started giving a speech Sanji felt like she had already prepared about time limitations in public spaces. He knew she wasn’t being fair, because she always took way longer than him in the bathroom, but he also knew he didn’t have it in him to respond with snide remarks to her. He got lost in thought again, and only seemed to recover his conscience when she snapped her fingers right in front of him.

“So? What were you doing?”

He did not know how to respond to that. He wasn’t doing anything wrong or anything, but it felt too embarrassing to tell her he was daydreaming about her and practicing hugging in front of the mirror. He said nothing.

“Stop pressuring him, or he’ll tell you something none of us wants to hear” Zoro said as he passed by, but luckily for all three of them, he left as soon as he came. Sanji did not bother to yell the provocative response he had in mind to him, and instead he reassured Nami everything was all right.

“I got a little carried away with my thoughts, that was it. There’s really nothing more into it.”

Nami squeezed her eyes a little, as if she was just trying to solve a puzzle on his expression. Then her eyebrows lifted up, and a smile appeared on her face.

“Were you imagining a mental monologue where you have an argument and you’re trying to prove to yourself that you can win?”

“That’s… oddly specific.” Sanji laughed, nervously. “I guess it was kind of like that.”

“Okay then. I do that sometimes. I forgive you.”

She extended her hand, but not dared to look at him, like a whimsy child resigning herself with not getting what she wanted. It was all sorts of funny and cute, and Sanji felt his heart about to explode. He lent his hand, eager to shake hers, but a new thought came to mind. He extended his arms and gently embraced Nami with them, leaning his body close to her. She stood there, with a confused expression on her face, but responded to the hug anyways. Sanji felt intoxicated by her perfume and the silky touch of her body, and lost sense of reality for a few seconds when all he could see was a sea of orange hair. He loosened his grip gradually, inhaling deeply so that all his senses could remember that moment with exact precision.

“What the hell was that about?” Nami laughed when she regained sense of herself, but Sanji had already left. “Sanji!”

So this is short, sorry about that. On the other hand, I figured it was high time to give Nami a little confusion and not the other way around. 

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Fight | Sanami week 2019

Sanji and Nami never had a real fight before. Sure, they often had disagreements, but normally Sanji would give up and agree with her. Plus, he knew that Nami would end up siding with him on any real argument. They both had common sense, unlike some other crewmates they knew of, and they usually teamed up to try and convince them to not do anything stupid (with more or less success, depending on the case). Because of that, they were almost always on each other’s side.

They never thought that they could ever be on opposite sides of the battlefield.

When Sanji heard Nami’s voice calling his name, from the carriage his family had prepared for him in Whole Cake, his natural instinct was to run to her. He had to use all the willpower he had to remain impassible when he saw that smile, that precious smile she was giving him. He couldn’t let his brothers see the effect she had on him, so he had to control himself. He gnashed his teeth so brutally he heard a crack. “What the fuck are they doing here?” he thought, when Luffy made his way to the carriage. “Shit.”. Everyone was staring at him, and he had to act as quick as he could. Flashbacks of his time in the crew came to his mind when he made the first move and kicked his captain on his head.

He improvised a speech that thought would be convincing enough for them to go away and never think of him again, convincing enough to save them from the fate that would be in store for them if they stayed. However, he underestimated Luffy’s willpower, and further action had to be made. Every word he said to him, every kick he gave him felt like poison. Her screams made it even worse, and he thought he was going to break down any second. He didn’t. He couldn’t have, or he would have condemned two of his greatest friends. Two of the most amazing people he ever made, two members of his true family. He felt sick.

Nami was looking at him like he just tried to take her down, and he wished he could scream the truth and ask for her forgiveness, beg for her forgiveness. Instead, he did nothing. He stood still, wishing she could hear all the noises in his mind, but knowing that it was impossible. She’d never looked at him the same way she did before.

Then everything became quiet. Luffy was on the ground. She stopped screaming, his brothers stopped laughing and he heard nothing more than his own heartbeat at an accelerated pulse. He made it. Much to his very own repulsion, he made it through without falling apart.

Nami’s heart was also pumping like crazy, but unlike Sanji’s, her mind was clouded red. This is not how she had expected it all to go down. All the time she had been crying for his return, she pictured an image of what the reunion should have been. She would have run to him, taken him in her arms and cling to him as if he was the last thing standing on the planet. Then he would have scolded him for running off like a little kid instead of asking for help. Needless to say, none of it happened like she thought it would. On the contrary, she just saw him beat Luffy, fighting dirty. She screamed and screamed to the top of her lungs, beginning him to stop, telling him to break it up, but he didn’t seem to be listening.

She didn’t recognize the gentleman he always swore he was in his eyes. Nami ran to Luffy’s aid, and seeing his friend visibly damaged was so sickening that it made her blood boil. He had crossed the line. But that was not going to be the end: she knew were to hit him. So she did. She called his name, and when he turned to face her with all the willpower he could find in himself, she slapped him. Hard.

The noise was audible from the carriage, but nothing seemed to move for a moment. Even Yonji contained himself long enough to hear Nami’s goodbye- a goodbye that hid a provocation so loud she might as well have said…

I’d rather be on your side, but if you want to fight baby, let’s go.

I don’t know what I was thinking while I was writing this. All I know is my mind kept repeating the chorus of a song: “I’d rather be on your side, but if you want to fight baby, let’s go”. That’s where this came from. Anyway, happy International Women’s Day! Every day for us is a struggle, and it amazes me how we as a community find the strength to fight anyway. We march so that our voices will not be shut down ever again. I wish nothing but good to all the women out there.

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I want to see you | Sanami week 2019

Since Sanji refused to use his Germa suit, everyone had been asking him to put it on. Some only wanted to make him feel ridiculous, like Zoro. Others wanted to see exactly what it could do and how it worked. Luffy and Chopper mainly wanted to see him transform into a coloured warrior like his brothers and sister. And Nami… Truth be told, Sanji didn’t know how Nami felt about the suit.

Of course, she had shown the typical curiosity of a cat and had strongly placed herself in favour of the technological advantages it could offer. However, she never addressed the suit properly, not even after he had to use it on Wano. That’s why it came as such a shock to him when she asked him to try it on on a Wednesday morning.

“What?” he asked, so sure that he must have misunderstood her.

They were both in the kitchen, and nobody was there yet. Robin had stayed up late reading, and Nami had left her sleep a little more. When she arrived to the kitchen, she found the earliest bird in the morning there. Sanji was always the last person to leave and to enter the kitchen, and watching him prepare breakfast while drinking a glass of water had become a part of Nami’s morning routine. He didn’t mind, of course. He was pleased to spend more time with her in any context. But when she came up with that question out of nothing, he had to question all the life choices he made that led him to that moment.

“I asked if you could show me your Germa suit. Do you need me to speak louder?”

He could tell she was joking, but it wasn’t funny to him. He just wanted to know why she had come with such an idea so early in the morning. So he asked her in return.

“I… I don’t know, really. I just had a very vivid dream where you were wearing really strange clothes, so I wondered how the suit would look on you.”

It seemed valid. Still, not enough for him to wear that atrocity again. Not in front of people he knew and cared about. He wanted Nami to respect him.

“I won’t take any pictures, I promise!”

“I look ridiculous.”

“No you don’t. I’m sure.”

She was starting to get closer and closer to him, and Sanji gulped. He knew this was her trick to getting what she wanted, but this time he could not give it to her. It was beyond limits.

“You’ve seen my brothers’ attire. You can’t tell me it is elegant.”

“Well, no.” she laughed, too close to his neck for his liking. “But they didn’t look that bad, did they? I think one of them was actually…”

He didn’t like where the sentence was going, so he cut her off immediately: “Please, tell me you’re joking.”

She didn’t formulate a response, but her eye-roll was reassuring enough for him. He had been actually scared for a moment.

“Whatever. But I think it would be refreshing to see you wear something apart from black suits.”

“You can never go wrong with black.” He lived by that statement.

“So you’re a coward.” She said, much to Sanji’s confusion. “You are not willing to risk your precious sense of fashion for me.”

Sanji knew she understood that there was much more to that and that she was probably just trying to mess with his head as a way of entertainment, yet he could not help but slightly falling for it. What else could he do? He was only human.

And there she was, standing as close to him as he could ever have imagined, and giving him her best puppy eyes (he had seen them many times, yet they never shined so brightly). It was so unfair.

“Just once. And we’ll never mention it again.”

Nami jumped to hug him and her scent clouded his thoughts. Maybe it wasn’t that bad. Maybe it was even worth it. However, that did not last long.

He was standing in the bathroom floor, fully changed into that hideous outfit and regretting everything that led him to that point in life. Why did he have to agree? Why couldn’t he say no? He was such a loser.

“I want to see you” Nami sang, from the other side of the door.

With a sigh, he opened the door, expecting to hear laughter so loud that it would come to torture him for eternity. Instead, he heard nothing. Nami was blankly staring at him as if she couldn’t figure out what was going on. She looked at him, head to toe, and blinked twice before saying anything.

“Yeah, it’s terrible. Take it off.”

That was it? Sanji was as confused as he could be, but he did not risk the chance of her taking a picture of him, so he closed the door immediately and hoped to never speak of that again.

This is really short but I’ve been out all day and I almost forgot to post. Thank goodness I remembered. I’m trying my best to keep up with the writing schedule, but I wish I had more time to actually revise what I’m doing lol.

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Rain | Sanami week 2019

Nami always had a good eye for sales, clothes and changes in weather. She could feel deep down in her bones if the air pressure was changing, if the temperature was about to rise or go down. By looking at the sky, she could tell if she was going to need an umbrella or not. Some might argue that that is pretty average (after all, if dark clouds were getting nearer and nearer, that doesn’t leave much to the imagination), but with her it was something more than common sense. It was instinct. Something inside of her screamed “look out for the storm!” even if the skies were clear. And it never, ever failed.

“Nami, come out play with us!” Luffy screamed from the lawn on the deck.

It was a sunny day, and the crew’s loveable idiots were having fun with some water pistols. Usopp and Chopper were blasting Luffy, who was starting to feel a little weak.

“You’re not using sea water, are you?” Sanji intervened, having just arrived with a tray full of little sweet treats that looked just baked.

Chopper and Usopp  simultaneously put their water pistols on their back, and Sanji helped Luffy get up. The crew’s captain got instantly revitalized as he caught the smell of the little treats and he extended his arm to put a bunch of them in his mouth. That infuriated the cook, but made Nami laugh from the balcony.

Sanji then acknowledged her presence and ran to her side, taking the rest of sweet treats with him. He got down on one knee to offer his very dearly made desserts made especially for her and Robin. Nami rolled her eyes at his exaggerated moves, but took one anyway. It was almost demential not to try something the cook had baked. Plus, that way he would leave her alone.

She was just taking her first bite when she felt her body tense. She knew what that feeling in her stomach meant. Change of weather. Sanji, too, felt her standing a little different from before, and couldn’t help but ask if she was alright. After all, the well-being of the navigator was something crucial for him.

“I’m perfectly fine” she said, taking a last bite to the sweet treat “Though you may want to stay in today, it’s going to rain.”

Sanji looked up to the sky. It was as clear as it could ever be. He had learned not to contradict Nami, and he knew she was probably right, but he still wondered how she could do that.

“It seems pretty sunny to me” that voice wasn’t his. They both turned around to face Zoro, with his swords on hand, probably about to climb to the crow’s nest.

“Are you implying you don’t believe Nami-san’s word?”

Sanji couldn’t help it. He always tried his best to bite his tongue and not give in to the provocations of the swordsman, but he failed every time. It was beyond his control.

“I said what I said.”

The fight that was about to go off never started. Nami made sure of that, before she hit off to her room. She figured she better be rested for when the rain would hit, which was probably going to be any minute from now. So she waited.

And waited.

And waited.

The hours passed by, but there was still no sign of rain. It was driving her crazy. She even thought she was hearing rain for just a second, but it was just her imagination. What was happening? Why wasn’t it already raining? Her instinct had never failed before. Her guts told her, screamed at her, that it was about to rain. Any minute. In fact, it should be raining right now. Nevertheless, nothing was happening yet. She didn’t want to go out to check it, but she was pretty sure the sky was still clear as day. She felt like screaming. In fact, she was about to do so (out of desperation, out of madness) when she hear a knock on the door. She almost jumped at the sound, and her voice sounded shaken when she told whoever it was to come in.

Sanji walked in the room with his usual smile, the one that inevitably appeared whenever he saw the navigator. He had become used to his lips lifting up when his eyes met hers, so used to it that he was only now recognizing that involuntary gesture.

“Are you okay?”

His question surprised Nami. She figured he would ask about the rain, the rain she promised would be, the fucking inexistent rain. Instead, he asked for her well-being.

“Do I look that miserable to you?” she asked him, her tone a little more bitter than she intended to. Still, she didn’t apologize.

“You never looked miserable to me” Sanji looked startled “You never will.”

Nami left out a sigh. “Here we go again with his nonsense”, she thought, still his words made her heart feel a little lighter. They made herself feel a little better.

“I don’t understand this” she finally spoke, letting it all out “My predictions never fail. Never ever.”

“I know”

“No, you don’t. You can’t possibly know. I’m starting to not know it, too.”

Sanji thought she didn’t make any sense, but he didn’t want to interrupt her vibrant thoughts. They came out of her mouth almost as if there were out of control, rapidly and vividly. It was starting to worry him how she could speak without almost breathing when she stopped and took a long breath.

“We’re just avoiding the inevitable. If you say it will rain, it will. Just give it time.”

“Sanji, this is not like when my period is late!”

She didn’t mean to raise her voice, and she definitively didn’t mean to say that out loud. Redness started to tint her cheeks, but seeing Sanji’s the same color as hers made the embarrassment more bearable.

“Let’s go outside.”

“I don’t want to.”

“C’mon, I’m sure it will do you some good.”

“I swear if I see the fucking sun again I will-“

“The sun must already be setting” he interrupted her, and offered his hand to her “Trust me.”

“How dare he play the trust me card?” Nami thought. She could not refuse, or it would mean that she didn’t trust him; but she also didn’t feel like going outside. Letting out a sigh, she jumped out of bed and took his hand.

“You owe me at least a thousand beri for this” she said, when she felt his mind escape to one of his fantasies.

They walked to the deck together, just as the sun was starting to disappear completely.

“Looks like we missed the sunset” Sanji couldn’t help but say, his hand still on Nami’s.

“You should be thankful for that, or I would have ripped your head off already. You and your stupid romantic scenarios.”

“So… you think that’s romantic?”

Nami didn’t know if he was stupid or brave enough for saying that, but she let it slide. He was just trying to get her back on a good mood. Plus, she already knew him well enough to actually tolerate his out-of-place out-of-time comments.

“Okay” she sighed “we’re here, Luffy’s here, Usopp is here… I see Chopper around, too. Do you know what’s not here, though? Rain.”

Sanji was about to reply when he felt something landing on the back of his neck. It was liquid, and it was so cold if made him shiver. Then, he felt it again, this time on his hand. It was water. Raindrops.

“Do you want to check again?”

“I…” Nami had to stop when a raindrop landed on her nose. She shook it with her free hand, and in that two-second span the sky turned black like a perfect storm. Luffy, Chopper and Usopp hurried to find shelter and nearly ran them over as they passed by them, but they were too mesmerized to notice. Nami was looking at the sky, and Sanji was looking Nami. When she turned to him, her orange locks already soaking wet, she couldn’t help but laugh.

“That is perfect timing. How did you…? You didn’t know, did you?”

Her brown eyes looked almost black in the fading lights, and she sounded so blissfully surprised that Sanji’s heart felt like it was sinking. And he felt a little braver than before, a little more courageous. Was it the rain, or was it just her looking at him like she was discovering something she never knew before?

“Maybe I’m a weather wizard too.”

“Maybe you are” Nami paused “Have you ever had a kiss in the pouring rain?”

The change of topic totally startled Sanji. For a moment, he stood there, frozen and soaking, unable to open his mouth to speak. Then, he felt Nami’s hand tighten onto his.

“No, not really.”

“Me neither” she said, and her lips curled up in a feline smile that Sanji knew was sign of no good. She walked closer to him, until they were only millimeters apart. She then rose on her toes to reach his face, and caressed his right cheek before placing a small kiss there. Then she ran, laughing histerically, and Sanji could hear her voice saying to the others that she was right.

Sanji stood there for a couple of minutes, in the middle of the storm, with the ghost of Nami’s lip on his cheek.

I hadn’t logged into tumblr for the longest time and I almost had forgotten how to use it. Anyways, I know I’m late into the Sanami week this year (mainly because I’m having a crazy week, a crazy month and pretty much a crazy life lately) but I will try to write as much as I can if inspiration comes to me! This was completely improvised but I don’t think it turned out to be so bad. See you soon! (hopefully)