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Is there space for one more?

So, this is all Ray, who basically word vomited this whole idea for an event we were going to collaborate on, which we didn’t finish in time because life happens. But then our SaNami server turned 1 a few days ago, so we finished our pieces to celebrate.

You can see Ray’s beautiful art for a scene here. Go and send some love!

This is for our server and all the lovely people that joined us. If you’d like to join us, you can do so here.

Summary: When Nami went home to visit her family, it was normally alone, sometimes she brought friends, but never a boyfriend. Until now. Rating: T

You can also find this on AO3 and FFN.

Enjoy!

“Right, Nojiko should be fine. She’s really friendly and she’ll probably tease but it won’t be nasty or anything!” Nami said, watching the trees blur passed out of the window. “It’s Genzo I’m not sure about.”

He could be so unpredictable when he wanted to be and with a boyfriend? She had nothing to go on. He’d never scared anyone off or told either of them not to date but she’d seen his critical gaze on anyone that could have been potential. So from what little she did know, Sanji would be assessed, that was for sure.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Sanji said, eyes on the road, his hand rubbed her leg in reassurance before returning to the steering wheel.

She hummed, unconvinced. “Maybe don’t swear or kiss me in front of him. Casual touches should be okay but let’s keep them to a minimum too.”

“You’re nervous,” he stated, his eyes flicking to her for a brief second.

He was right. She was.

“I’ve never done this before,” she admitted, resisting the urge to fidget, “and you’re nervous too! Just because you’re driving now doesn’t mean I didn’t see you adjust your cufflinks at least five times this morning.” Her tone turning accusing at the end but it didn’t faze Sanji.

“I know this means a lot to you but it’s your family and you haven’t seen them in a while. I want you to enjoy your time with them, so I’ll be nervous for the both of us.” He took a hand of the wheel, reaching out to find hers and bring it to his lips.

He knew she loved when he did that, even though they’d been together a while now, it made her stomach flutter, even if he had meant it as a soothing gesture this time around. Other times he just liked to see her blush.

She remembered when she’d asked him to come with her. He’d looked surprised initially before that’d melted into elation at the invitation. He’d tapered it down shortly after as he’d asked her more times than she could count if she was absolutely sure and that she could change her mind any time, that he could always come next time or when she was ready. It’d only made her even more sure because he knew what a big deal this was for her.

It wasn’t that she hadn’t wanted him there, even before they’d started dating, it just hadn’t come up. Either one of them was working, or they were busy and then she hadn’t been home in a while anyway, so the opportunity hadn’t arisen. And okay fine, when they’d started dating, she was nervous – so that was another hurdle and another reason to make excuses. The only people that had met her family were Luffy and Zoro, so it wasn’t anything personal. When it’d just been her, Luffy and Zoro, Luffy had practically followed her there which of course brought Zoro along too. No one had minded and it’d just sort of happened.

And then when she’d started dating Sanji it’d been just before Christmas last year and even though they’d been friends before they’d got together, it was different. She wouldn’t be bringing a friend back; she would’ve been introducing a boyfriend, which was definitely far too soon to meet family. Especially when she was pretty sure this one would be sticking.

“What was it like when you brought Luffy and the directionless wonder back with you?” He asked, breaking her from her thoughts as he indicated left.

“It went alright to be honest, Nojiko gets along with just about anyone.”

“And Genzo?” It was said casually but she knew that was where his own nerves lay.

“Luffy and Genzo don’t have a lot in common but they get along. It’s Luffy at the end of the day, have you ever met someone that doesn’t like him?” He nodded at that. Everywhere they went, Luffy would inevitably make a new friend. “Zoro and Genzo, on the other hand, the moment they realised they both had an appreciation of swords, that’s all they’d spent the rest of their time talking about. No one could get a word in edgewise.”

She hadn’t really given any thought to her words until she noted the glint in his eyes.

“No,” she said bluntly, “this isn’t some weird competition between you and Zoro!”

His smiler was sharper than before, eyes determined and it was too late. The imaginary challenge had been set as he said, “There’s no competition at all. If Genzo can get along with him then I have nothing to worry about.”

***

Nami had never had a big family. She couldn’t even remember her life before Bell-mere, before Bell-mere had chosen her, to keep and love her. It’d always just been her, Bell-mere, Nojiko and Genzo. Sure, their celebrations- birthdays, Christmas’, New Years’- had been a quiet affair but they’d been filled with laughter and joy, some of her best memories.

When they’d lost Bell-mere, they’d all been devasted but it had only brought them closer together.

It made her treasure them even more than she already had.

She supposed that was why this was such a big deal, why she was so nervous. Friends were different. Sure, she wanted them to get along with her family because these were all people she loved. But a boyfriend, a romantic partner, was huge.

And this was Sanji. Despite the little flutter of panic in her lungs when she thought about it (it was getting smaller over time and hey, that was progress), she was sure he was it. Years of friendship and the slow simmering that eventually boiled over into a romantic relationship and she’d never felt this way about someone before. She hadn’t had many relationships but the one’s she had were nothing like this.

So despite their earlier conversation and his soothing words, this was huge for her. She wanted him to join her little family, carve a space out for himself because that was the only option. She needed this to work.

A lot was riding on this to the point that any logical thinking wasn’t being considered. Like how Sanji knew this was important to her. How he was one of the most sociable and downright pleasant people she knew. That he also came from a small family (bigger than hers but still). That he would make this work because he made it clear daily how much she meant to him.

But, as she said, it didn’t soothe her stomach that was knotting itself tighter and tighter by the second as he drove them closer to her home. The city was long gone, any wisps of buildings and concrete replaced with foliage and expansive fields as they travelled further into the countryside and it wouldn’t be long until they reached the turning for her village.

The turning came sooner than she expected and she took in the familiar sight of houses, all lined up next to one another, connected by little dirt paths.

Nothing had changed and it made her feel warm for the village she grew up in. People were milling about, children kicking a ball around and, in the distance, she could see the water. She knew there’d be fisherman lined up along the pier and stalls nearby with fresh fish. She’d have to take Sanji later, he’d love it.

“Hey, is it a left up ahead?” Sanji softly spoke, gently breaking her from her observations.

“Yeah, next left and then it’s straight ahead.”

Flicking his indicator on for no one, he turned onto a familiar beaten dirt path, smaller than the others in the village. It was a winding road that led to the outskirts of the village. Despite her nerves, she was excited too, it’d been longer than she normally liked to leave it since she last went home and she couldn’t wait to see Genzo and Nojiko.

They came to a stop in front of her house, the engine turning off and as desperate as she was to stretch her legs, she didn’t move.

“Ready to go or do you want a minute?” He asked, sliding his seatbelt off but not making a move to open the door or take the keys out of the ignition.

He was so considerate and she couldn’t remember ever being looked after so well by someone as she was with him. She smiled at him, undoing her own seatbelt. “Let’s go.”

He stopped her from leaving by taking her hand into his and lips kissing the back of her hand, lingering there. “On the hand for now, in case he’s looking through the net curtains,” he joked and it settled her nerves.

She snorted, humoured by his words but also trying to push down the butterflies in her stomach because it’d been over a year already, they’d slept together numerous times for god’s sake, a kiss to the back of her hand shouldn’t still make her feel all giddy.

He pulled away a moment later, all joking gone as he told her, “I’ll make sure it goes well.”

“I know.” She really wanted to kiss him, cup his jaw and kiss him but now wasn’t the time, so instead, she squeezed his hand. “Come on, let’s go.”

***

She rang the doorbell and as she waited, she gave Sanji another once over from head to toe, like he wasn’t dressed immaculately. She’d talked him down this morning from a three-piece suit, insisting that this wasn’t formal and they’d compromised on no waistcoat but a jacket, shirt and tie. Which was still quite smart but if anyone could make a suit look like casual everyday wear, it would be him.

Also, it was another reminder that he was adamant about making a good first impression.

The door opened with Nojiko greeting them, Genzo behind her and the next few minutes were a flurry of hugs and introductions. As Nojiko squeezed her she watched eagle eyed as Sanji shook Genzo’s hand and started their own conversation.

“Thank you for having me,” Sanji said, manners already kicking in.

“You’re welcome,” he replied and gave Sanji a quick once over. So she was right, assessed from the get go. “So, how did you and Nami meet?”

“We met through Luffy a few years ago.”

She saw the way Genzo relaxed slightly at the mention of Luffy and she’d always wondered what exactly happened between those two as Genzo seemed to trust him explicitly. Whenever she’d tried to dig around it, Luffy had always been so tight lipped about it, changing the topic with little finesse and Genzo wouldn’t even entertain the thought, as if it didn’t exist.

Nojiko and Genzo swapped once Nami had finally been released and Nami’s view of Sanji was blocked as Genzo wrapped her in a hug.

“How was the drive?” Genzo asked, as he released her but kept a hand on her shoulder.

“Yeah good, we sailed through.” They’d left mid-morning to spend the afternoon, before leaving in the evening to visit Zeff.

“Did you see the pier and the market? It’s busier than when you last visited, we even have people from other villages coming down for it,” Genzo boasted. Even though the village was tiny, everyone had long since nominated him as the mayor and she had no doubt he’d poured a lot of effort into growing it.

“We didn’t come in that way but I saw it off in the distance. I thought I’d show Sanji later on-” the hand on the small of her back made her pause and she smiled when it was just Sanji coming to stand next to her, Nojiko joining them too- “he likes a market, especially when it’s local produce.”

“Oh really?” Genzo asked.

Sanji nodded and she explained, “Yeah, he’s a chef, likes it for meals.”

“Of course, Nami told me you’re chef,” Nojiko interjected after being a bit too quiet and her smile curled. “Fancy getting your hands dirty or worried you’ll ruin your fancy suit?”

Nami snorted at Nojiko’s playful jab, knowing she didn’t actually want the help and would just use it as an excuse to tease him later. Any attempts to help would be waved off, except she didn’t know Sanji well enough.

“Absolutely,” Sanji replied eagerly, face lighting up at the invitation, serious or not. His jacket off in the next second and he’d started rolling one of his sleeves up to his elbows. “What can I help with?”

Nojiko and Genzo’s eyebrows flew up and Nami laughed at their faces.

“Here, give me your jacket and I’ll put it away for you,” Nami offered, hands already taking his suit jacket and freeing him up to start rolling the other sleeve up. “The kitchen’s that way.” She pointed to the door through the lounge.

“Thank you, I’ll see you in a bit.” He wanted to kiss her cheek; she could see it written all over his face but he held himself back.

“Shall we?” Sanji asked a stunned Nojiko, hand extended out for her to lead the way and she only nodded in response, bewildered. It was only when they were close to the kitchen that she heard Nojiko explaining that he didn’t really need to help but he politely dismissed her words.

Which left Genzo and Nami in the lounge, just the two of them. He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Sanji really loves cooking, it’s not just a job to him.”

Genzo nodded, which she suspected was more to himself than to her and she knew that had won Sanji a point in his good books.

***

Although Nami had offered to take Sanji’s jacket, it was Genzo in the end who took both of their jackets, which left her with a few minutes to spare alone in the lounge. She wandered through, looking at the familiar framed photos on the shelves from her youth but what caught her attention was a laugh from the kitchen. It was Nojiko.

Unable to resist, she drifted over until she was stood in the kitchen doorframe, the door open, and watched as Sanji and Nojiko worked side by side. They’d only been at it for a few minutes but they seemed to have found a rhythm. Even though Sanji ran a restaurant, he’d never had a problem with letting someone else lead.

They were working at the unit in the centre of the kitchen, their backs towards the door, so she didn’t have to worry about being immediately seen. She couldn’t see what they were doing without moving closer but she could hear chopping and based on how quickly the knife was moving, that was Sanji.

From just his back, he looked relaxed, and not just because he was in his element but because they were talking back and forth. She couldn’t hear what they were saying, she strained to listen but the distance and the activity in the kitchen muffled their voices.

It brought a soft smile to her face. Seeing two of her favourite people work together and quietly chat amongst themselves whilst they did. It was so domestic and everything she could have hoped for. Although she’d never worried (too much) about Nojiko, she was too similar to herself for Sanji not to get along with her. Yet, the proof of it before her still made her happy. It was exactly what she wanted and was enough reassurance to know that the day would go smoothly.

She was tempted to join them or at least pretend to be getting something from the kitchen so she could earwig. Maybe she needed a drink? It wasn’t like anyone had offered yet, which was-

A cough startled her out of her thoughts and when she turned, Genzo was standing a few feet behind her, eyebrow raised and smile on his face. She flushed at getting caught staring but she wasn’t about to start explaining herself, it’d only make it worse.

Instead, she asked, “How’s Nako?”

Which seemed to be the right thing to say as it took the attention off of her. They moved to the sofa to talk and Genzo was soon telling her about the village. About some people that had moved out, a couple that got married recently and eventually, some of the children that were now giving him grief.

They were interrupted when they heard Nojiko’s playful tone from the kitchen “-and you can’t keep hiding in here, out you go!”

Sanji smiled at he appeared in the living room, a wine in one hand and a beer in the other. Both her and Genzo’s favourite, Nojiko must have given it to him.

After passing Genzo his drink, he sat down next to Nami, his arm resting behind her on the back of the sofa. “What are we talking about in here?”

“Genzo was catching me up on the village. Apparently, there’s some boys giving him a run for his money now.”

Genzo snorted and shook his head, “They have nothing on Nami when she was younger.”

She rolled her eyes at that and she knew Genzo was gearing up for a story. He may complain, but he loved it back then and he still did now.

“Sneaking out in the middle of the night, sometimes to wander around, sometimes to steal a book from the local shop-”

“I returned those books once I was done with them!”

“It wasn’t a library!”

She rolled her eyes, already more than familiar with this line of conversation. “I’ll have you know, some of those were definitely Nojiko’s idea.”

Genzo ignored her, “And then she came home one day with a new tattoo after convincing Nako that I’d agreed to it.”

“What he’s not telling you is that he cried when she did,” Nojiko said, leaning against the kitchen door frame and catching the tail end of their conversation.

“I did not!”

“He’ll say it’s because of the tattoo but we swear it’s because of the honourable mention,” Nojiko told them and Nami laughed, because whilst Genzo tried to act tough, he was an absolute softy. She knew he was touched.

“Oh, the pinwheel right?” Sanji asked, like he didn’t already know.

Sanji had asked about her tattoo fairly early on in their friendship and when they got together, his fingers spent a lot of time tracing over the ink.

Nojiko laughed, already knowing what was coming and it ended up being both her and Genzo that recited the story from when Nami was a baby.

When the conversation came a natural end, Sanji pipped up, saying to Genzo, “Nami tells me you have a sword collection.”

Genzo brightened at his words. “I do, are you interested in swords? Nami’s friend is.”

“Maybe not quite as much as Zoro-” she wondered how much that pained him to say his name “-but I’d love to see them.”

Genzo didn’t need much more encouragement than that, he was on his feet and ready to lead the way.

“Come on, Nami, you can spend some time with me. I doubt you need to hear this again.” Nojiko said, head tilting towards the kitchen and she was happy for the save. She’d heard enough about this when Zoro came over.

As they both started to walk down the hallway that led to upstairs, she could hear Sanji telling Genzo about the Damascus knife she’d bought him recently. Yeah, they’d be fine.

***

She’d been catching up with Nojiko in the kitchen, stirring whatever she was told to stir whilst telling her about her job and friends. When Nojiko had mentioned about wanting a jumper, she’d offered to go and get one for her. She might have also had an ulterior motive of snooping, but no one needed to know that.

The last she knew, Genzo and Sanji were going to look at his sword collection so she’d been sure to approach the room carefully, watching out for any creaking floorboards.

“- I have a gun you know.” She overheard Genzo say.

That brought her to an abrupt halt, since when did Genzo have a gun collection? Since when would Sanji be interested in that? Maybe he was humouring him? She hung back a second without really thinking about it, hidden by the wall to listen to their conversation.

“If I ever mess this up, you should use it. Although I can assure you, you don’t need to start working on your aim. For this to end, it’d be her decision long before it’s mine.”

“She’s never brought someone home before.”

… Was he giving Sanji the shovel talk? Is this what she’d walked in on?

“I know and I’m honoured it’s me, I haven’t taken this lightly.”

Genzo hummed but stayed silent.

“I don’t know how much you know, but I’ve wanted this for a long time, pretty much from the day I met her. I just knew, she’s the best person I’ve ever met and will ever meet.” Nami smiled to herself, his voice was fond and he was such a sap. He’d told her this before but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t like hearing it again.

More silence and she was desperate to see their faces, were they staring each other down? She couldn’t give up her hiding spot though, she wanted to know how this ended.

“You still need to ask for my blessing,” Genzo told him firmly and her stomach dropped.

She would kill Genzo. He was talking to Sanji about marriage the first time meeting him. If it were any other guy, she’d probably be worried about scaring them off.

“I don’t think Nami’s ready for marriage yet but when she is, I’d want to do it properly anyway.” Another pause. “I want to spend my life making her happy,” he said earnestly.

He was a good egg. Her heart warmed as she thought about how lucky she was to have him. She wasn’t sure she was ready for marriage yet, but perhaps moving in together would be a step in the right direction.

Genzo hummed and although she couldn’t see him, she knew he’d be nodding.

“Then I leave her with the Strawhat boy and you.”

Well damn, if that wasn’t approval, then she didn’t know what was. She may not know what the deal between Luffy and Genzo was but to put Sanji in the same category was acceptance and trust. She could feel the grin splitting across her face because although she’d relaxed hours ago after arriving, it felt like the last puzzle piece had just slotted into place.

She heard a faint slapping sound, which she suspected was Genzo patting him on the shoulder and she took that as her cue to leave before she was spotted.

***

When Nami returned to the kitchen, trying not to seem too giddy with the jumper in hand, Nojiko was getting the plates out ready to serve up. Nami worked around her, taking any pots and pans that were emptied and filling them with water to let them soak.

“He’s a good guy,” Nojiko broke the silence and stopped what she was doing for a moment.

“Nojiko,” Nami groaned, anticipating teasing.

“No, really. I thought maybe he was a bit smooth at first but it’s obvious he’s got eyes for no one but you. When he was helping me in the kitchen, no matter what I asked him or what we were talking about, he always managed to bring you up.”

That didn’t surprise Nami at all.

“I’m really happy for you and I’m pretty sure Genzo likes him.” Nojiko paused, looking like she was contemplating her next words more before giving in, “Bell-mère would have loved him.”

“Thanks, Nojiko.” She was fighting down the urge to beam at her sister, she knew that would definitely get her teased.

“Now, go and get them, we’re almost ready here.”

Nami swiped a piece of food on the way out and she just dodged a smack from the towel, laughing as she made her way to the door.

She wondered if they’d be back yet from their chat, it sounded like they were close to being done when she’d left them. That was soon confirmed when she heard their voices from the lounge.

“-it was adorable, most children would have security blankets but she just carried this book around with her. It had no photos; it was all text and it was the first book she learned to read!” Genzo boasted.

“Oh and this was probably around the time she was thirteen-”

Thirteen? Were they talking about her?

“-she still had that book and could probably recite it word for word but she didn’t carry it with her anymore-”

No, no, no, they were talking about her and her stomach dropped, she already knew what she was about to walk into.

She rounded the corner and, to her horror, Genzo was sat next to Sanji with their family photo album open.

“Genzo!” She snapped, striding towards them to snatch the photo album out of his hands and snap it shut.

But the damage was done.

“Nami~” Sanji crooned, getting up from next to Genzo and wrapping her in a hug that felt far too condescending. “You were so cute!”

She could feel the flush working from the tips of her toes and reaching all the way up to her roots. Sure, she’d known Sanji for years and he was her other half but still! That did not mean he needed to see embarrassing childhood photos. What made it worse was Genzo’s laugh and Sanji’s cooing in her ear.

“You haven’t seen the baby photos yet!”

“Dinner, let’s go and if I see any more photo books, you’re both in for it!” She barked, dragging Sanji along with her whilst he babbled more ridiculous things, Genzo on her tail and the photo album firmly in her grasp.

She couldn’t be too angry though, embarrassed sure, but not angry when it was clear Sanji and Genzo were getting along. He wouldn’t have shown Sanji the photos if he didn’t like him.

She would be keeping a keen eye out for any photo albums though.

***

Sanji had ushered her away from the mess in the kitchen so she could spend more time with her family and bless his heart for being so considerate but after twenty minutes she excused herself to check on him in the kitchen.

He hadn’t heard her approach, his back to her as he moved through the easy pieces to wash, the tougher pots and trays currently on the side for extra time to soak. He was humming to himself, seemingly enjoying it, something she’d never quite understood.

As she watched him, their day with her family washed over her. From helping Nojiko cook, finding common ground with Genzo (She didn’t know which was worse: all the talking about swords and blades or the football discussion that’d happened after dinner, another shared interest), their mid-afternoon walk through the orchards and town- showing Sanji the few sights in their little village.

And how he’d found his place in their little family.

He’d done it so easily, like breathing and she loved him so much.

Her legs moved before she could give it a second thought, arms winding around his waist and burying her face into the fabric of his shirt on his back. There was a clattering as he put the plate in the sink and his hands found hers on his stomach, water and bubbles wetting her skin. She didn’t mind, his hands were warm from the water.

“Hey, you okay?”

She didn’t look up from his back but her arms tightened around him as she said, “Thank you. For today.”

They only had until this evening and then they’d be travelling to see Zeff and the others, their bags packed in the car. Sanji had tried pushing for two days at hers, regardless of whether he stayed but she’d waved it off. She wanted to see Zeff. She would be coming back to see her family in a few weeks anyway, so it was fine.

His hand ran along the length of her arm and his fingers found the gaps in between hers for a moment before he pried her arms loose so that he could turn and gather her up in his arms. His head rested on the top of hers and he was so warm.

“I’m having a good time, are you?”

“Yeah, it’s been nice.” It had, seeing her favourite people get along and she’d missed her family. She wouldn’t leave it so long again.

“Nervous for Zeff?”

She snorted. “Firstly, I’ve already met him and there’s no doubt he loves me. Secondly, even if I hadn’t met him yet, he raised you, the biggest softy with women, so I’d be fine.”

He laughed lightly, hands brushing the small of her back. “Softest for you though.”

“Mhm, although I prefer when you’re hardest for me,” she teased, eyes half lidded and giving him a look she knew he couldn’t resist.

His arms tightened around her and when his eyes dropped to her lips, she met him halfway for a kiss. She leaned into it after missing his normal affections for the better part of the day, it made her realise how much they touched.

It may not have been such a good idea to lean into it because Sanji hardly ever needed any encouragement. What should have been a quick kiss turned lingering and when they did part, his lips soon found hers again. And sue her, maybe she was the one that instigated open mouth kisses but he was the one that introduced tongue.

“No canoodling in the kitchen! You’ve already used up your quota with your other boyfriends,” Nojiko called from the lounge and she wondered if her sister had a sixth sense. Or maybe she’d been gone for too long.

“That was you!” Nami called back, arms still around Sanji and his didn’t look to be moving any time soon either.

She heard Genzo’s muted “What?” in the background and that shut Nojiko up.

“Other boyfriends, huh? I thought I was special? I’m wounded Nami,” Sanji said theatrically, one of his hands leaving the small of her back to clutch at his heart.

“She’s being a shit and she knows it.”

“As long as I’m your favourite.”

“Don’t mention the baby photos again and you’ve got a deal,” she teased. She’d gone to the toilet for two minutes and came back to see the three of them huddled around another photo album.

“That’s cruel. You were the cutest baby I’ve ever seen.” His arm settled back around her and one of them traced the line of her spine. “I’d have loved you back then too, I had a thing for short orange hair and braces. I’d have bought you so many books to woo you.”

She blushed and had to resist the urge to pout, it wouldn’t help her case. “I’m going to make Zeff tell me so many embarrassing stories about you!”

“Nothing gets worse than ‘little eggplant’.”

“We’ll see, little eggplant.”

He grinned at her, already more than used to her using his childhood name against him but it turned softer with his next words.

“I really like your family,” he told her. “They’re so warm.”

“They like you too.” He beamed down at her and she continued, “You can come with me next time if you want?”

“Yeah? I’d love that.”

“Good. Now let’s finish this and we can join the others before Genzo starts snoring.”

With a lingering kiss on her forehead, they parted to finish the washing up.

***

They were saying their goodbyes at the door after a full ten minutes of Genzo trying to convince them to stay the night and leave in the morning. Sanji had folded almost instantly, like she’d expected him to, but Zeff was waiting for them and it was only an hour away from the village.

After her quick goodbye with Nojiko, Genzo swept her up into a hug, making it seem like she was leaving for good and this was exactly why she tried slipping out casually at the end of visits.

“Drive safely, text me when you get there and I’ll see you soon?” He recited as he let her go.

“I will do and I’ll see you in a few weeks, promise.”

“Maybe you can come too, Sanji?” Nojiko asked.

Before either Nami or Sanji could confirm that he would be, that they’d already discussed it in the kitchen, Genzo’s hand came down on Sanji’s shoulder.

“Absolutely, I think the football would have started by then too.”

And as much as Nami internally groaned at the thought of having to sit through football, it confirmed everything she’d seen throughout the day.

Sanji had made a place for himself in her family.

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I remember from Arlong Park that Genzo had a weapon collection that almost got him killed by Arlong, so I HC that he would have a sword collection.

I was with someone that didn’t get along with my family, it was awful, no matter how hard my family tried.

As always, please excuse any mistakes.

Thanks for reading.

#SaNami #SanNami #SaNa #namixsanji #opfanfic #opwriting #Sanji #Nami #Genzo #Nojiko #OnePiece

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majoraop · 4 years

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Germa 66 SaNami

A fanart for the Superheroes prompt of the SaNami Week 2020 @sannamiweek: Sanji as “Stealth Black” and Nami as “Storm Bright” (also known as "Soba Mask" and "Mikan Locks"). I had fun with Nami’s outfit design and colours/trasperency adjustments here (and also with Sanji’s shades :P ).

#sannami week #opspoilers #sanami #sannami #opfanart #onepiece #one piece #nami #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #germa 66 #majoraop #(I abused references again but I hope you'll like this anyway...)#(I also wrote a short fanfic for the event that I'm going to post tomorrow! ^^ )#(I had forgotten to include the spoiler tag when posting this but I added it now--I'm really sorry to anime-only watchers... ;__; )#queued

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monkeydluffy19920 · 2 years

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Sannami week 2022 - Day 4 - Fave Arc

Here is the belated prompt for @sannamiweek’s event. There are a couple of other arcs which I like a lot especially from the shipping point of view but if it’s possible to pick only one for the event, then it’s definitely Whole Cake arc (and it’s also a bit about Zou because they are connected)

I’ll dig more detailed into this whole topic (shipwise) later in SaNami in the New World pt. 5 - Totto Land -series (here is part 1/3) the second part is still on the draft list because I’m slow but down below are some thoughts why this arc is interesting from shipper’s perspective:

1. Their teamwork/leadership skills

This was actually inspired by a fellow shipper’s post and you can read @eromarimo‘s thoughts here and very important point of view. When Strawhats were split into smaller teams and Sanji later united with Nami and others after Dressrosa, it’s delightful to see how much they did teamwork and how much they both took role as leaders in this arc and sometimes it felt like they had this kind of non verbal connection/understanding.

For example Oda-sensei placed a hesitating Nami next to the panel where Sanji was ready to self sacrifice himself in order to save his nakamas (perhaps it was a parallel to Skypiea?). Later Sanji first was doubtful about the Minks but Nami was ready to help them and therefore managed to convince Sanji as well just like back in Punk Hazard.

Another detail that I just recently noticed is that Sanji (or the other guys) never interrupted Nami when Wanda threatened her. Yes the rest of the crew were immediately ready to protect her but what I like about this setting was that Nami isn’t always the one who need to be saved in every minor ambush and instead of that she has grown strong too.

Maybe it’s partly also because of the kishido why Sanji didn’t go between them but as a leader he could have easily go and get rid of that dynamite anytime just like Brook or Momo could have done but since Nami has shown more and more badass-attitude in this series so it seemed they knew Nami could handle the situation although it must’ve been scary for all of them.

Yes she told them about Wanda but the thing is she refused to leave of call for help when that fuse igniter was still sizzling. Nami could have easily delegate the saving task for the others but she didn’t and more importantly, none of them ever questioned her choice to stay in direct danger, not even Sanji who is in general really protective and enjoys being the knight in shiny armor.

I think this tense moment tells a lot about the dynamics and the inner trust. Not only inside the crew but also shipwise between Nami and Sanji as well. They don’t need words to understand because they’ve seen their potentials and know they’ll eventually call for help if need. Perhaps he knew what Nami was aiming to all the time?

By the way, I’m not saying that the other guys Chopper and Brook would’ve not make it as vice captains (Brook held an important position in his former crew after all) or did nothing in this arc (because that’s incorrect! they both did a lot!) but I think one of reason Sanji ended up as the “leader” of their subgroup Curlyhat Pirates was that the crew has seen what a great tactician Sanji can be.

Like eromarimo mentioned, they did great teamwork in Zou, helping the Minks and what I really liked was that they were having also those nice dialogues where the humor didn’t take over (like Sanji turning into his ero-kappa-mode). Of course this heavy manga needs some lighthearted stuff too but it is refreshing to see the variety from humorous to serious dialogues.

Another interesting detail that was linked to this teamwork theme was Nami was incredibly active during the retrieval mission, even sort of took the lead first and tried to keep the packet together in general (just like Sanji did as the vice captain). She couldn’t even focus on the banquettes with her fullest because she was so worried about their missing nakama.(and brought up a couple of times that she feels responsible of his disappearance).

Yes, she has made big decisions before too (for example back in Punk Hazard she demanded that the kids should be saved) and has always been active in those operations (because obviously would be quite awkward if if everyone else busted their butt off and there would be one lazy free rider, nope that’s not One Piece style at all!) but somehow now she is not just randomly in the background but brought more and more in the spotlight.

It is hard to say what’s the reason behind her behavior although I pondered it quickly here. Oda wouldn’t directly say it’s about romance (because well, this is shounen manga as I tend to say) so maybe it has more something to do with Nami’s past or her maternal instincts (like she was really concerned about Robin’s disapperance and one who took Luffy’s and Usopp’s quarrell really hard emotionally) or who knows, maybe just parallels to Thriller Bark where Sanji was the one who eagerly wanted to save Nami from Absalom’s dirty hands?

2. Their friendship was put into a test

Perhaps most important reason why this arc has been very delightful to read (from shipper’s perspective) is because it contains a lots of emotions and tension between these two characters.

It is honestly rare to see them “against” each other in serious matter because usually Sanji always takes Nami’s side but yes they have had their disagreements in past too and that’s normal too in any friendship (i.e Nami scolded Sanji for not fighting seriously with Kalifa) but Oda has arranged more and more “conflicting” situations between them after sinc Enies Lobby (where they disagree with each others first). Zou and especially Whole Cake Island arc took these things a bit further and deeper and we see them first time parting with tears.

So, looking at the chapters in Zou/WCI arc and all the emotions wrapped into those it feels like the happenings in both arcs (especially the latest) impacted on their nakamaship much more different than in previous arcs although in general Nami and Sanji have had quite steady development from shipping perspective the whole time. There is less and less that pattern where Nami just tries to benefit on Sanji’s kindness and more and more trust between these two (why else would she feel so strongly about all this if Sanji “didn’t mean a sh*t, even as a nakama”?)

Another small detail but unlike before, now these big plot twists filled with emotions happened first time without neither of them being unconscious so Odadecided to make them both very aware about everything and perhaps that’s why this whole tea party thing and especially Luffy vs Sanji fight went much more “under the skin” for both of them than any other conflict after Enies Lobby.

Nami’s behavior visibly changed briefly after Sanji “dumped” them and Sanji did not think about ihis words and her teary slap of hers only once but in many flashbacks and was hesitating to face Nami first because he was aware that it hurted her a lot.

Like mentioned before, shipwise this arc was interesting as well because it seemed that whenever there was something remarkable about Sanji during the retrieval, Nami was often placed nearby that panel whether it was her paying closely attention to the tea party discussion or when she remembered Sanji mentioning a long time ago that he is from North Blue or when later after meeting Pudding Nami was all ears up when Pudding told about him. As mentioed before, Nami was always eager to continue with the mission and was the one who tried to stop the others getting distracted.

Also like fellow shipper’s have pointed out, for some reason the author chose to make Sanji put the letter to Nami’s chain although the other guys probably had pockets in their jackets and as we know, Odausually pays attention to details so most likely this was also feels like planned, not just like a randomly added thingy.

Then later there is this big plot twist there is the lot debated scene where Pudding confesses their devious plan to the prisoners. In this post there are good analyzes about their expressions by my fellow shippers

@pernanegra : This isn’t a normal shocked expression, Nami has the “serious” eyes (female version) that the characters only use when they are tense. Luffy also has a shocked expression but his eyes are normal, not the “serious” version….”.

@namivinsmokexsanjivinsmoke : Luffy and Nami’s reaction are also somehow different. Luffy’s reaction looks more like “what have I done”, but Nami’s reaction is more like “I knew it but I just couldn’t believe it”. Her face also showed more despair because of how she is drawn. Luffy has normal color but Nami is colored darker.

There must be a good reason why Oda-sensei has put so much effort on placing Nami to many storywise important panels in this whole arc. Maybe all this was foreshadowed in Thriller Bark where Sanji was the driving force to retrieve Nami from Absalom (he was the first one from Monster Trio of noticing that Nami didn’t return with them and wanted eagerly to save her).

Whatever everyone personally felt about first reunion with him Nami did not hesitate to show her opinion about it. Emotional slaps are not very common in One Piece and therefore another interesting choice made by Oda more about the topic in this post).

What made that whole situation more tense is that after that ice cold glare Sanji gave to Nami when she tried to interrupt the fight, he wasn’t able to look her into eyes anymore. When she bid a farewell he looked elsewhere and tried to keep himself together while they parted but in the end, he probably regretted his actions already ever since Luffy bumped out of nowhere.

Sanji just had to do decisions quickly and although he tried to forget he didn’t. Oda did highlight this later in story in a couple of flashback and Sanji even openly admitted later to Luffy that he is afraid of meeting Nami because of what happened so that slap surely had an impact.

By the way, I have to say one of my favorite panels from Zou/WCI arcs is from chapter 853. I simply love Nami’s expression in that flashback. So much hurt can be seen from her glance and for that blush even highlights how much emotions that Luffy vs Sanji fight has caused to her. That teary expression of Nami’s must’ve haunted Sanji a big time before they managed to reconcile....

As expected, things were a bit awkward between them two for a moment because of the tense of the Tea Party but then eventually they forgave each other. Also as expected, Oda did this pretty “One Piece way” (with a grain of humor) but it works pretty well especially if we start to think about Nami’s characteristic traits and traumas.

A couple of years ago I pondered in "Sannami week 2019 day 2: passion“- post how their pasts have affected on how they see love in general and I agree with fellow shipper’s @namibean / namibean-deactivated20210109 headcanon that Nami might actually be afraid of rejection (and might have a fear of loss) and threrefore it might be hard for her at this point to confess directly if she had (romantic) feelings towards Sanji (especially with others around). So, even if Nami really had some more than a nakama-feelings towards Sanji I still doubt that in canon she would be ready to be that open with her feelings especially with others around (at least so far in the story).

A bit surprisingly though, Toei decided to put some extra fuel for SaNami ship. Not only with that dramatic farewell scene where they part for the first time and Nami literally tries to run after Sanji but also later Toei arranged them this “second reconciliation” scene where Nami first was ice queen on purpose but in the end, that’s simply her way to tell everything is ok right now. This was also very One Piece style, highlighting Nami’s tsundere-side.

Some thoughts about the scene here but this scene was also added by Toei and spiced it up by making Nami telling Sanji that "she will drive him like a horse” (according to fansubs). If we ask Google, Nami’s line is actually an idiom and could in this context mean that if they ever talk about this whole case face to face (most likely outside the manga) she will “find out the whole truth” meaning there is no point for Sanji to be dishonest about why he acted like that back then because she knows much about this case anyway (but I doubt Sani would lie anyway). Tbh, it bothered me a lot whether the fansubs are directly translated or not so one of the reasons this post is a bit delayed is that I actually asked my sister in law (who is native japanese) about it and she said following:

Nami said: “When you return, I will give you lots of work” Koki tukau means to give extra work. English translation was “ride like a horse”. Horses used to work a lot back in the days. An interesting way to say but one can think that it could mean something different.

As said before, I think Toei did this extra scene mostly to lighten up this arc filled with dark and gloomy stuff but like many fellow shippers, I’m still missing the “real” conversation. That intimate one where is just him and her but most likely they talked things over deeper “behind the scenes” because there is simply no time to conversations like that because the pirates are constantly on the move and thy were in a hurry to go to Wano as well.

However, it is still interesting that Oda who strictly supervises not only Toei’s work but also the movies, fillers and other stuff let this kind of “shippish” stuff to the series instead of “no delete this, please” ;)

Anyway, Oda was also incredibly nice for us to finally get some sort of reconciliation in canon story. A moment/panel that brightened the day of Sanami fans and despite them not having a open conversation about the situation (understandably because there is barely time for that).

This was not only shipwise nice material but also indicated that grudges are no more held and like mentioned here, I think her strong reaction might root to the moment where she lost Bellemere so teary hug was simply her way to say everything is forgiven and that she is relieved to see him alive. [kinda boring this moment was partly turned into humor but we got the hug and the bridal carry after all ;)]

It is not that they are the only Strawhats who has faced difficulties and overcome them (Water 7/Enies Lobby arc was a good example, first Luffy’s and Usopp’s bromance was crumbled then Robin tried to spare her friends by sacrificing herself) but as said, from shipping-perspective it is indeed interesting how much Oda has involved two with these plot twists (and of course this arc was great for LuSan fans too).

2. Lots of parallels

There are lots of parallels in general where a sannami fan can pay attention (some further explained in this post i.e) but WCI has offered them surprisingly much especially themes that have been in Thriller Bark too: wedding, bride/groom marrying against their own will.

Then there are lots of parallels between their own arcs: lost mothers, sisters getting shot, both tried to solve the problem with self sacrifice, “farewell smile” and showing their vulnerability in front of their captain and the list goes on.

By the way, more thematic parallels can be found i.e in following posts: - Whole cake island arc parallels to thriller bark arc ( by @megashadowdragon ) - Sannami Week day 02 - Mother ( by @pernanegra ) - Nami’s Arlong Arc and Sanji’s WCI Arc Parallels ( by @eleamaya ) - (Part 3) Sanji x Nami hints - Thematic parallels (by @sanjiafsincedayone)

3. Both get character development

SaNami in the New World pt. 5 (3/3) - Totto Land will handle this part more but it’s hard not to see how much justice this whole arc brought for both Sanji and Nami. It was honestly great to get more depth to Sanji’s character when we were revealed the rest of his past which was painful to read but made us fans understand a lot more especially about his tendency to be so sacrificial.

It was incredibly hard for him to face his captain and there was so much regret in his eyes but then eventually Luffy said exactly the right words showing that despite what Judge has done in the past and despite the things Sanji had done and reasons he first refused to return Luffy did genuinely understand Sanji and that conversation was a great parallel to Baratie arc, especially when Luffy refused Sanji’s refusal for the second time in this series).

This is when Sanji finally can let go of the ghosts of his past , learns his value and later grows some steel balls to say straight words to Judge and yes, all of it great development (in my opinion)!

Last but not least one reason to love this arc not only shipwise but in general is that what comes to Nami, I think Oda served her a great plate of justice in Whole Cake Island and she is even more brave badass than before.

I mean LOOK AT HER:

Yes she has been brave before too and slowly developed from "damsel in distress” to strong independent fighter but thank you Oda for giving her a good amount of time to shine in this arc~! <3

So all in all, there are so many reasons why the Whole Cake Island arc definitely deserves praise for all the drama written and it definitely did touch Nami’s and Sanji’s nakamaship. However, in general there are also things that kind of were left to shadows and therefore not all potential was used unfortunately.

However, only time will tell whether these potentials are used later in the story but this arc offered also great moments from SaNami perspective too and perhaps if things will develope even more between them later but that’s all up to Oda-sensei~!

#one piece #sannami week 2022 #sanji #nami #sanami #sannami #sanji x nami #otp #mellorine #long post #analysis #analyze #sannamiweek #サンナミ #whole cake island #zou #サンナミ週間2022 #サンナミ週間 #//kinda got carried away although I thought I wouldn't write much *laughs*

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mirtiell · 3 years

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Letter Event

What's the event?

This is a special event. You can send in some request about some characters from the 'character list' along side an emoji from the 'genre list'. Doing that you have a letter sent to you by that character! May it be angst,fluff,comfort. Just say the word or well emoji and your letter shall be sent!

Character list

GENSHIN IMPACT

◇Diluc

◇Keaya

◇Jean

◇Albedo

◇Surcose

◇Lisa

◇Xiao

◇Zhongli

◇Childe

◇Scaramoche

◇Bennet

◇Chonggyun

◇Xianqu

◇Xianglin

◇Razor

◇Mona

◇Kazuha

BNHA

♤Shoto

♤Izuku

♤Katsuki

♤Aizawa

♤Eijiro

♤Shinso

♤Denki

♤Shigaraki

♤Dabi

♤Momo

♤Ochako

♤Jiro

♤Hagakure

♤Mina

SK8

♡Langa

♡Reki

♡Miya (platonic only)

♡Kaoru

♡Kojiro

DEMON SLAYER

♧Tanjiro

♧Zenitsu

♧Inosuke

♧Nezuko

♧Giyuu

♧Kyojuro

♧Sanami

♧Obanai

♧Mitsuri

♧Shinobu

♧Muichiro

♧Kanao

♧Genya

♧Tamayo

♧Yuchiro

♧Sabito

♧Makomo

♧Senjuro

JUJUTSU KAISEN

☆Itadori

☆Megumi

☆Nobara

☆Toge

☆Panda (platonic only)

☆Maki

☆Mai

☆Nishimiya

☆Kokichi

☆Noritoshi (2nd year)

☆Aoi

☆Satoru

☆Shoko

☆Geto (2nd year)

☆Nanami

☆Choso

Genre list

▪Love letter🍥

▪Friendly letter🌸

▪Breakup letter💔

▪Last wish💫

▪extra fluff letter💞

▪Confession 💖

▪▪▪▪□The love letter anď Confession letter are different. The love letter is sent in an etablished relation but the Confession is as it's name a Confession of love before the relation □▪▪▪▪

Author note

Hope you enjoy this little thing I made. There isn't a deadline for the request. Just ask whenever. Also gender is not specified! So ask away.

#albedo x male reader #bennett x reader #anime x male reader #genshin zhongli #Bnha #Jujutsu kaisen #Sk8 #x gender neutral

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more-than-a-gentleman · 4 years

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Sanji, Nami’s past and Bellemere~ The parallels are undeniable

After re-reading Zou/Whole Cake Island again, I really wanted to look at Bellemere and how Sanji’s situation brought back a lot of memories. But not just whole cake Island, I will also post some parallels that might suggest that Sanji is slowly but surely growing closer and closer to Bellemere’s presence.

I am not saying that he will replace her, not at all, no one can replace mother’s or even a late dear person, but it sometimes feel as if she never left.

We don’t get to see Sanji cook all that often and it is a shame but understandable. Bellemere was proud of her sauce that was mainly made out of mikans. Sanji tries his best to create recipes using mainly mikans in order to please her.

Now, in Zou we start to see some parallel sequence of events:

These kind of parallels don’t stop there but continue bring back memories:

(The time-skip Sanji moment is just another way of showing how Sanji and Bellemere think alike and how it relates to Nami)

There could be more, but those are the only parallels I found between Sanji and Bellemere in just whole cake island, but Sanji actually has another parallel but this time with Gen:

Nami basically has the same exact reaction from when she was a little girl and now. Like Oda’s comment at the end of the chapter “The parting was like a stab to the heart”. I still can not get over how similar her reaction is, it is like copy and paste.

Going even further, Sanji also has parallels with Nami herself:

What is really poetical to me is how Nami was under a metaphorical cage, where as Sanji was under a literal cage.

Sometimes I like to think that Sanji is Nami’s second chance with Bellemere and Nami is Sanji’s second chance with Sora.

As far as Sanji and Nami directly concerned, this is all I could find at least for now but we can also mention as a bonus their sisters which I believe sanami shippers and just one piece fans already noticed:

I just find it really difficult to believe that Oda’s choice of events and how to draw them were a mere coincidence.

Logically and emotionally speaking, there no one more suited for her.

And him? He honestly reached to a point where you could make the case that not a single lady deserves him, but he himself already chose one, I mean there is no competition.

#sanami #nami #one piece #sanji #sanji x nami #sanjixnami #sannami #vinsmoke sanji #cat burglar nami

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crepes-suzette-373 · 8 months

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Locked and Coded

Galaxy brain hyper overthink, kind of wildly off base SaNami-tinted (re)interpretation of the Sunny's fridge password.

Now in AO3!! [link]

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When Sanji told Nami the fridge's password, hearts in his eyes and a goofy grin on his face, he told her it was their secret.

She humoured his comments, inwardly thinking she would've figured it out herself eventually, even if he hadn't. She may not use her cat burglar skills quite as often, but they were still top notch. Besides, that password is very typical Sanji, anyone who knew him well enough should be able to figure it out.

7326. Nami - Sanji- Nico Robin.

Naturally, she wasn't surprised that Robin also knew the password.

It's a good thing that the only person who was in any way invested in trying to sneak past that lock, namely their ever-hungry captain, could never piece that together.

One day, Nami was working on her charts in the dining table, and right on cue Sanji swayed by to bring her refreshments. It didn't escape her that the drink and snacks were carefully selected and placed to minimise risk of drops, crumbs, and spills. So thoughtful as always, and it made her smile.

A curious thought floated in her mind as he was twirling away.

"Sanji-kun, if Vivi joined our crew instead of Robin, what would the fridge password be?" she asked, "Or if another woman joined us?"

He stopped, then he looked to her with a perplexed expression and asked back, "Why would it be any different?"

There was an oddly poignant pause that prickled at Nami, but then Sanji had already turned back to the kitchen, and the moment passed.

That was kind of a weird answer, she thought idly, and he didn't even ask her if she was jealous. She shrugged it off, though, and went back to her charts. Their crew was perfect as it were, and he probably meant he never considered anything different.

Except that for days upon days, the subject kept popping back in her mind and wouldn't let her go. It's ridiculous how simple numbers could bother her thoughts so much, and yet there she was, wondering what's so special about the password time and time again.

Determined to get her peace, Nami marched to the kitchen to ask. She'd braced herself for any awkwardness (or even gushing from his part), knowing that there were all sorts of implications coming with her having dwelt on the issue for so long.

Surprisingly, for all his usual stream of sweet words, he was actually quite evasive about this one. It took a lot of wheedling before she managed to get him to giver her answers.

7326. "Nami and Sanji's lock".

Nothing in all the four Blues could have prepared her for that, nor how intensely her feelings reacted to it. She could feel her cheeks burning, and was certain her face had taken the hue of boiled lobster. Every second of silence was punctuated by her heart thudding so hard in her chest, she thought she could feel the reverberation in her fingertips. Her mind raced for something to say, but what does one say in response in this situation?

Something suddenly exploded outside, followed by a lot of yelling. Glad for the interruption, they both rushed to check on whatever havoc had been wreaked on the deck.

Then, even later, she found that Robin was never told the password. Robin had puzzled it out herself. Sanji really had meant it when he said it was their secret.

For weeks after that discovery, Nami couldn't look at that darned lock and the ship's resident cook without blushing (and thankfully, nobody seemed to notice).

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The standard reading for the 7326 password is 73 for Nami, 32 for Sanji, and 26 for Nico Robin (2 is ni, 6 is roku but represents just the "ro" sound here). I reinterpreted the roku as "lock" (rokku) for this story based on this one time I saw this funky splash ad for a Japanese book or event where "goku" was romanised as "gock" in alphabet.

#fanfic #sanami headcanon #sanami #sanji x nami #sannami #sanjixnami #I love number puns #I am such a nerd for secret codes #my writing

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ask-sanji · 7 years

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okay… so… wHAT THE FUCK?!?!!?!

//so like... starting from NOW ON until tomorrow evening (GMT+7) THIS BLOG IS ACCEPTING ASKS FOR REAL LIFE M!A!!!

ASKS WILL BE ANSWERED IN COSPLAY!!!! Make sure you don’t ask something too complicated ;)

Feel free to ask for this little event during the limited time!~

I am sorry for the quality for the -poof- photos. And as you can see, it was -obviously- edited. HOWEVER don’t worry the real answers will be answered with proper make up :DDD

And for this cosplay m!a event, I would like to introduce all of you our special guest...

the one and only beAUTIFUL AND AMAZING NAAAAAAAAAMI-SWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ( @r-for-real )

Feel free to ask us ANYTHING during the special event!!!(including cosplay stuffs if any of you want to) We will try our best to answer things!!! (P.S.: we are both SaNami shippers btw ;) )

We will be starting answering from tomorrow afternoon until evening(GMT+7)- and by that time if you want to interact in real time with our answers, you can do so! So until then!~~~ Love you!!! ❤ ❤ ❤

#r-for-real #toro post #sanji #nami #sanami #answer #anonymous #cosplay #m!a #event #guest #i'm actually... excited? :DDD #story

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complicatedmerary · 4 years

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THE 4TH ANNUAL DEATH NOTE LADIES APPRECIATION WEEKS!

Hey, y’all, it’s been a long while since the last DN Ladies Appreciation event (three years to be exact), but I’m back! No need for the extra fluff, so let’s get down to business. In the meantime, go to the #dn-ladies-appreciation tag to get an idea of what the event entails.

I’ve been so busy with work and this should have been posted a while back, but it’s here now! There’s a lot of options to choose from, so keep reading!

As far as everyone knows, the Death Note series is very sexist in nature. Unfortunately, the fandom has had the horrific reputation of bashing the females, most notably for “getting in the way” of a ship. Despite the love for some of the females, they do get less exposure and recognition for their roles in the story. It does not help that the Death Note creators did not give their females proper development. BUT, that does not mean the females in the series are useless as many people consider them.

Ranging from action heroines to villainesses, the females chosen for the lineup have a day dedicated to fanart, fanfiction, text posts, or anything that floats your boat. And the best part, the two weeks are divided into two sections: Yuri pairing week and Character week.

Are you excited already? I SURE HOPE SO!

“So how do I participate?”

1. Look at the line-up and get inspired. 2. Post your stuff at that date with any contribution you can think of. Note: It is NOT obligatory to post every single date, this event is flexible enough to choose whichever day you want! YOU choose your pairing and your character, go nuts! 3. Tag your posts as #dn ladies appreciation so everyone can easily find them. 4. With a lot of adaptations released (original live-action movies + sequel, TV drama, and musicals), here’s your opportunity to get creative and HAVE FUN!

So, here’s the lineup for yuri paring week 1:

March 2nd: Misa/Takada OR Halle/Misa

March 3rd: Naomi/Halle OR Halle/Takada

March 4th: Misa/Sayu OR Sayu/Takada

March 5th: Wedy/Naomi OR Rem/Misa

March 6th: Sayu/Yuri OR Wedy/Misa

March 7th: Sachiko Yagami/Eriko Aizawa OR Sachiko Yagami/Mrs. Mikami

March 8th: WILD CARD (Any other yuri paring that was not in the lineup. Anything your heart desires!)

And now for the individual female character week:

March 9th: Halle OR Naomi

March 10th: Wedy OR Takada

March 11th: Sachiko OR Sayu

March 12th: Misa OR Rem

March 13th: Kyoko OR Yuri

March 14th: Linda OR Mrs. Mikami

March 15th: WILD CARD (Any female that you can think of that did not make the lineup. Other suggestions: Yoshi, Nori, any of the live action ladies like, Sanami, Hatsune Misawa, Maki Nikaido, Kimiko Kujo, Shiori Akino, Shoko Himura, etc.)

Each character and pairing was set up to have a diverse option and were not meant to be pitied against the other. If one dislikes a prompt for the day, they can simply choose the other prompt. Simple as that. Any questions or concerns can be sent to my ask box.

Lastly, reblog this post to spread the word around to as many people as possible. Thank you and have fun!

#dn ladies appreciation #Death Note #Misa Amane #*crosses fingers*

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wavytam · 5 months

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hiiii!!! i have a question. do you think Sanji will end up with Pudding in future? i know this has been asked a lot but recently we have seen how Pudding was kidnapped by Blackbeards and we haven't seen her after the WCI events at all. could this mean her comeback into the story and possible relationship development with Sanji? thank you!! <33

Hello! Don't worry about asking those things! It's always nice to answer !!

I'd be lying to you if I said I don't think there's a chance of that (the relationship development) happening, anon. It's clear that Purin still is important to the story, and it might as well be because Oda intends to use her as a way to advance the plot and to also make her end up with Sanji.

With Oda's statement about romance amongst the crew, the possibility of Sanji and Purin becoming a couple is even higher, since Nami would be Sanji's other big option as his endgame partner... but she is his crewmember.

I'm sorry if I sound pessimistic. I still hope for SaNami before anything else and I do think there is a possibility of them being together, but I am also trying not to get my hopes up (and the statement of no romance in the crew always weights against SN and other Strawhats' ships too).

Although I do think Sanji loves Nami, truly and wholeheartedly, I don't think this could mean Oda will make them become a couple, since we still didn't see Nami reciprocate in a direct way.

I only wish that, if Oda is planning SP as endgame instead, he had written things a little bit differently. From the moment Sanji and Purin met, to that dreaded window scene and a bit ahead I didn't like how things went. I know that, in his own way, Oda tried to make Purin eegret what she did/said and gave her a lot of development (Purin as a character and a tsundere I like quite a bit), but I still don't see their possible relationship in a good light.

But that's my opinion, and we never really know what is to come for the characters of OP. Maybe Oda will give us a fantastic love story for SP in the future, and it's just a matter of time *shrugs* IDK

Anyway, sorry for the big answer! But I hope this answer the question!

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My heart is yours for the taking

Once again, Ray. We were talking about SaNami and she mentioned this trope she really likes. I then tried to write it and it died a small death until I mentioned Sanji watching old romance films as a child in our sanami discord group and Ray compared it to Wall-E.

So really, a Ray, a trope and a Pixar film is all this took.

Summary: He’d give her anything she wanted, even if it did hurt him Rating: M. Explicit. You can also find this on AO3 and FFN.

Enjoy!

When Sanji was young he would sit in his room after a long day of being in the kitchen and would watch films on the snail projector he’d dug up. With wide, glossy eyes he watched the black and white images play before him, the light reflecting on his face and illuminating the dark room.

He was bewitched.

He watched as the leading man would sweep his beloved off their feet, pressing kisses onto the back of their hands, offering sweet words that would make them fall for him. And they’d dance, dressed to the nines and they’d kiss. It was always dramatic and filled with passion, no matter the scenario.

That was the moment he’d fallen in love with love.

From there, it’d taken over him, the notion of love and having a person to share your everything with. It was everywhere. He’d watch every day as couples walked into the restaurant, hands held in one another’s, sharing food and whispered words only meant for the two of them.

And as he grew, that desire only deepened. But working on a floating restaurant didn’t give him the chance to cultivate lasting relationships. The best he could have, the closest as he could get to what he’d seen on the screen when he was young, was one-night stands that he tried to fill with as much passion as possible, trying to recapture the essence of that moment, but ultimately it left him cold in the morning when he woke up alone.

It wasn’t what he’d envisioned at all.

All of that had been cast aside when she’d walked into his life. All the people he’d been with, that had only given him a glimmer of what he’d wanted, were forgotten. Fiery orange hair, pink lips that parted for a melodic laugh, amber eyes filled with life, a body that left him light headed and all he could see was her. Just like in the films, where everything would disappear into the background, the lights would turn down and sound filtered out until there was nothing but that one person. He had that exact moment.

And it only became worse the longer he knew her. Outside of her looks, she was fierce, sexy, cunning, kind, forward, shy, alluring, and did he mention sexy? No other person could hold a candle to her.

She was it for him.

Ever since he’d met her, he’d imagined what it’d be like to hold her hand, to kiss over the scar on the back of her hand, to run his fingers through her hair, brushing it behind her ear and do everything with her that those couples in the old films did. To share all of that with her.

So, the current events almost felt like the universe playing a joke on him.

“Ah~ Sanji,” the woman of his dreams moaned above him, “right there.”

Which made him have to fight down the urge to come.

They were in Nami’s room, her on top, riding the soul out of him and giving him a view that he could never have imagined in his wildest dreams. Orange hair dishevelled around her, legs straddling him, hands on his chest as leverage as she bounced, breasts jumping from the movement. If her face wasn’t so distracting, from the pink of her cheeks, the ‘o’ of her mouth and the haze in her amber eyes, his eyes would be glued to her breasts. Instead they took their time, taking in her face, her breasts and his hands at her thighs, hips and waist as he met her movements, thrusting up into her as she came down, heels of his feet digging into the bed for leverage.

No matter how hard he tried to hold on, he could feel his balls tightening, the end drawing in closer and closer and based on her desperate sounds, she was close too. Except he knew he was closer and that wasn’t on.

One of his hands at her hips moved until his thumb could press against her clit, his palm and fingers heavy against her lower stomach. He moved his thumb against the bundle of nerves and she gasped, moving faster then, grinding into him faster to work against his thumb.

The frantic change in tempo didn’t help his composure but he could see her falling apart, could recognise the stutter in her hips, the sounds tumbling from her mouth faster and faster, her hands clenching against his chest until her wet heat tightened over him and that was it.

He was done.

He joined her, hips chasing his high and trying to draw hers out. A second later and the tension was draining out of her, breasts moving rapidly as she tried to catch her breath and his hands moved from her hips to cup hers still laying against his chest.

She smiled down at him, small and filled with bliss before she leaned down to join their lips. It was the only kiss he was going to get now they were done and it was over before he was ready for it to end.

“That was great,” she told him.

“It always is with you.” He meant it. All his previous encounters before her couldn’t hold a candle to what they had together.

She smiled down at him, looking down at his lips one last time but, to his disappointment, she didn’t follow through.

And that was it.

He muffled his groan when she rolled off of him, his cock slipping out of her slick warmth to lay beside him and he knew it was time to go. She’d never say anything as they laid there, but it was there. Left said in the silence around them. He knew exactly what they were, that conversation from when this has started had been clear and he knew what was expected with their type of relationship.

He wanted to kiss her palm, or whatever piece of skin he could find, wanted to cuddle into her breasts or draw her into his chest, arms wrapping around her. Wanted to be with her. But he couldn’t and he had to fight down the urge. Instead, he brushed his hand against hers faintly (because he couldn’t leave without doing something). He rolled the condom off with practised ease and found his clothes.

“See you in the morning, Nami-san.”

“Goodnight, Sanji-kun.”

The door clicked shut behind him and he was met with only the silence on deck as his companion. It was cold and felt like rejection.

It stung.

He felt hollow.

He remembered how it’d started.

It’d been late at night, just the two of them talking when she’d kissed him and for a split second, he’d thought she was going to bolt with the way her eyes had darted around, so he’d kissed her. He should’ve asked if she was okay but it’d been a split-second decision and he hadn’t wanted it to end, no matter how selfish that had been.

They’d parted and he’d feared for the worse, only for her to kiss him again and again and again.

They’d fallen into bed, caught up in the moment as the sexual tension usually brimming exploded between them. They’d hurried towards her (thankfully) vacant room, doing the best they could to make it there quickly whilst still kissing and in the end, he’d given in, stopping to scoop her up in his arms. As soon as the door had closed, clothes had been thrown, hands had wandered and the whole time all he could think about was how he was the luckiest man in the world to have her.

Which had shattered once they’d finished, lying next to one another and he’d felt so giddy. He turned, ready to kiss her and ask if he could take her out when she’d dropped the bomb. He remembered how hard he’d worked to keep his face neutral and she’d looked sceptical, checking multiple times to make sure he knew what this meant. She’d told him this could end at any time he wanted and his throat had closed. He’d been too scared to suggest something more or maybe see if they could explore that- if it was even on the table.

So he’d agreed to something casual. No strings attached. Friends with benefits.

And it had been fantastic. Nami, this gorgeous, beautiful, feisty woman had chosen him to do this with and he remembered how hard he’d worked to keep his composure during their first encounter (luckily the blood in his body had been busy elsewhere).

He’d said he’d be okay with it. Said it with a smile on his face that she’d believed with his insistence.

But the voice in his head told him he was a fool. He’d known, even back then that he wasn’t cut out for this. He hadn’t been before back at the Baratie but he especially wasn’t with her but he’d agreed because he didn’t want to lose everything he’d ever wanted.

Or at least a glimmer of what he’d wanted.

She was the love of his life and this better than nothing.

He’d agreed to this.

But he knew this wasn’t enough for him.

He’d said it because he’d take whatever she’d give him, even if it did hurt him.

“Sanji-kun,” a very familiar voice purred, filled with devious intent that he loved, breaking him out of his thoughts as a body pressed up behind him, hands stroking along his shoulders. Nami. “I have second watch.”

And he was agreeing, voice eager and head nodding, confirming that he’d meet her later and then she was gone. He was left watching her hips teasingly swing as she left.

His previous admission didn’t matter because he would keep meeting her, would keep having the best sex of his life with her because he was in love with her and all he wanted was her.

So they kept having sex.

He kept saying the ‘I love you’ in his head and doing his best to soak in every detail of her when he had the chance to.

He kept trying to be her friend too.

Even if he wished he could sit that bit closer as she sat next to him. Put his arm around the back of her chair.

Hold her hand.

Press his forehead against hers. Count the freckles on her cheeks.

Knowing everything that he did, nothing changed between them, he made sure of that.

But it did for him.

Each time they slept together, he couldn’t help the observations that would crop up, whispered in the back of his mind no matter how much he tried not to do it.

The first thing he noticed was how she was always on top and he loved her being on top. Loved her taking charge, it was so outrageously sexy and it was one of the things he loved about her. But as time passed, that voice started to take note, started to question. He wondered if those hands were on his chest by design, not to brace herself and give herself something to hold onto (or that maybe she liked his chest), but perhaps to keep him from leaning up and kissing her in the heat of the moment. To keep him away from her.

The second time was how kissing was kept to a minimum after they were finished. Their kisses in the beginning were always hurried, eager to move onto the main course and he loved them, he was notcomplaining about her soft lips and her tongue in his mouth, but he’d also love slow kisses too, where he could take his time to explore until they needed to part for breath. Kiss for the sake of kissing, for closeness. Instead, once they were done, that would be it. Sometimes they would maybe share a quick kiss but that was all it would be.

And those little things just kept piling up, the voice in his head gaining confidence, getting louder with each new revelation.

It hurt.

It stabbed at his chest, and it felt like it was bleeding. It felt like she was ashamed of him and that made sense. Complete sense.

He wasn’t worthy of her.

When this had started, he’d thought (and hoped, foolishly) that maybe, she’d end up falling for him. Feel for him the same way he did for her. That even though their relationship hadn’t started the way it did in those old films he’d watched when he was younger, selfishly, he’d wondered if he could turn it into one. It’d be a bit backwards but he could call her his, could kiss her and woo her to his heart’s content.

At one point, he’d thought it was happening. Thought he’d caught her stealing glances at him, standing that bit closer, seeking him out more often outside of sex, that their kisses were starting to linger and that when he would leave, her hand would find his, brushing against it.

But he’d been wrong.

It’d all been in his head.

He’d been pathetic for even entertaining the thought.

And he hated those thoughts so badly because they painted her in a horrible light and he knew her, knew she was kind and that this wasn’t her fault at all. It was more a reflection on him than her.

Despite his best efforts on trying to keep this all to himself, to not burden her with something that was his problem, he wasn’t doing a good job of hiding his emotions, no matter how hard he tried.

He could feel eyes on him and they were always the same amber ones.

Somehow Nami’s were worse than Luffy’s. Luffy would stare, his face blank and it was clear there was more going on behind his eyes but he wouldn’t intervene, not unless he really had to. Even then, it wouldn’t be a big conversation, he’d cut straight to the point and resolve it in a matter of sentences, bulldozing through the formalities. Sanji was used to that.

Nami though. Her gaze was cutting, mouth pulled down and her calculations were written all over her face. It was piercing and he felt exposed. What made it worse was that she didn’t say anything, which wasn’t like her at all. It made him feel like he was treading on eggshells, waiting for when whatever she was thinking would finally tumble out.

It didn’t help that they hadn’t slept together this week, significantly less than their normal, but she hadn’t sought him out like she normally would. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him feel a bit sick. He knew the unspoken rules though, she would come to him.

It finally came to a head late at night when he’d been in the aquarium, collecting tea cups and plates to take back to the kitchen to wash when she’d slipped through the door. He’d thought that maybe, after a week of no sex, that was what she was there for.

That thought flew out the window at the carefully blank look on her face and he prepared for the worst.

“Something’s wrong.”

His stomach dropped and his throat tightened, that was not a good sign when a conversation started like that. He told himself to calm down, that didn’t mean it was him… or them, it could be anything. Shame his heart wouldn’t listen to that reasoning.

“What is it?” A slight wobble in his voice. Damn it.

“I don’t know, something’s off with you. So you tell me.”

Maybe not. His heart jumped as he scrambled for words.

He smiled, trying to hide his panic. “Nothing’s wrong. Would you like a drink, Nami-san?”

The door closed behind her and she ignored his question.

“You can tell me,” she encouraged but the mask on her face didn’t slip.

She took a step closer.

“Really, it’s nothing.”

Another step.

“So there is something?”

Horrible phrasing on his part and of course she wouldn’t miss it, she was brilliant.

“It’s nothing to concern yourself with.” This was his own fault, not hers.

They were stuck in a stalemate and it was strange because it felt like they were disagreeing, although he couldn’t quite put his finger on what. Somehow it felt like different things, which was even more unsettling as they were normally on the same page. He’d never felt further away from her than he did in that moment.

She beat him to breaking the silence.

“If you want to end this, you can just say so.” Her shoulders were squared and that blank look was starting to make sense. Almost like she was preparing for it.

“No, no!” He stumbled over his words, closing the little distance that was between them, forgetting about the tea cups in an instant. He took her hands into his, disregarding whether he should be doing that. Interestingly, she didn’t shake off his hold.

“I’m not a mind reader Sanji, I can’t tell what’s going on.” He didn’t like that look on her face. Like she was still fronting, not wanting him to see the hurt and it reminded him of when they very first met.

She was right though, this wasn’t fair on her, she shouldn’t have to be worried.

“It’s nothing to do with you.” Not entirely true. “Directly.” Better.

The look on her face only deepened and she stared, waiting for him to elaborate.

His shoulders sagged and he held onto her hands for probably the last time, trying to remember the way they felt under his fingers. “This- this doesn’t have to change anything and we can just pretend I didn’t say anything-” She quirked an eyebrow. Right, get to the point. “I want to be with you-” the breath rushed out of him with his confession- “where I can hold your hand, take you to dinner and everything that comes with being together.”

Silence. And then-

“You’re an idiot.”

And there it was. He winced, his thumb taking a final brush of the soft skin of her hand and he stared down at the movement so he didn’t have to look at the disgust on her face.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” She asked softly.

All of a sudden, their joined hands weren’t the most interesting thing to look at… and the hardness of her expression was gone.

What?

He had nothing. Literally nothing.

She swooped in to save him. “You want to stay the night?” Her hands flipped to squeeze his now in her hold, trying to make him understand.

His heart jumped feebly, hopefully. “You mean-? You’re sure?” The last thing he wanted was to pressure her.

She smiled, nodding. “Stay until the morning, maybe pick up where we left off then.”

He spluttered, which wasn’t romantic or suave at all but he couldn’t decide what he wanted to say first. All the words tried rushing out at the same time and he was too elated, too jittery to stand still that he ended up scooping Nami up into a hug that swept her off her feet. Her surprised gasp followed by a giggle one of the best things he’d ever heard.

“I just, when did you-?” He asked, having to know as he placed the floor beneath her feet again. He kept her in his arms and had to fight down the urge to pick her up again.

“I panicked.” And then it was her who wouldn’t meet his gaze anymore, looking off to the side.

He smothered his previous excitement, realising this was now a serious conversation, and ran his hand up her back soothingly (because he could do that now). “What do you mean?”

“When I kissed you and then we… I panicked because you know, it was all so real… and you went along with it!” Her tone changing to accusing towards the end and he didn’t blame her at all.

Why, why didn’t he see through it? He was so good at reading her normally. At least she was looking at him again. “I’m am an idiot, I’m so sorry!”

“I think we’ve both been idiots,” she compromised. “A first-time offense for me, of course.” She winked at him.

“Even now it’s a stretch.”

She snorted, rolling her eyes as he excused her. “So let me get this straight, you always wanted a relationship yet went along with what I wanted?”

“I just wanted you, however I could have you.”

“Even if you hurt yourself?” She asked half in disbelief and half scolding.

“It was worth every second.”

“Stop being sweet when I’m trying to talk sense into you!”

“Consider me thoroughly scolded.”

He wasn’t quite sure where that came from and there was a moment where no one spoke and he was sure he was going to get hit for his sass.

Instead, after a moment, the hands on his shoulders tightened and he was almost overwhelmed by amber eyes that dared him to look elsewhere.

“Then stop messing around and kiss me.”

He’d give her anything she wanted but there was something he had to do first. Something he’d been dying to do since she’d first kissed him. He put her request to a side for the moment, his hand coming up to brush the hair away from the side of her face, sweeping it away and tucking it behind her ear. She shivered as his fingers grazed her ear and fell silent, waiting to see what he’d do.

Her skin was soft and steadily warming under his attention as his thumb brushed along her cheek. With his hand on her jaw, cupping her face, his thumb continued exploring along from the apple to the bone of her cheek and down past the sensitive skin around her ear. Her hands tightened, dropping from his shoulders to sit at his waist and his other hand took the opportunity to settle at the crease of her neck.

All that time imagining what this would be like and he still wasn’t prepared for the real thing. He loved how forward and confident she was, but he also liked that he had the ability to fluster her, bring forth a rosiness to her cheeks and make her eyelashes flutter.

His thumb finished its journey past her jaw on her bottom lip, slowly dragging along the plump skin, knowing just how soft they were against his own lips. Her breath hitched along with his and their gaze finally locked, tension flooding the room.

It’d never been like this before, a different kind of anticipation, electricity, between them. This was new ground. And he was more than ready to give into it.

“So gorgeous,” he murmured, slowly closing the distance between them, pulled towards her like a moth to a flame.

She met him halfway and they’d kissed so many times before, but this felt like the first. He knew her lips fit against his like a missing puzzle piece, that they were supple and left his lips with a tingle that made him yearn for more, yet it was like he was learning it all over again.

Their usual ones were hurried, filled with need and the desire for what was to come. This was slow, unhurried as their lips moved against one another’s in a series of pecks and he had the time now to tangle his hand in her silky hair, drawing a muffled sigh from her that he ate up.

Although their pace was leisurely compared to normal, it didn’t stop him from slotting their lips together and with practiced ease she parted her lips to let him in. She’d eaten mikans before coming in, his tongue chasing the taste before tangling with hers. A dangerous move as he could feel himself getting turned on; from her taste, to the warmth in her skin, to the fact it was her and the knowledge that she was his.

And he was hers.

With one last sweep of his tongue, they parted for breath shortly after.

“And you’re far too obliging!” She added as an afterthought. Her words should be harsh, should be critical but there was a breathlessness in her voice and expression far too dazed. That combination did funny things to his heart.

“Yeah.” He sounded as dazed as she looked. His smart mouth was long gone.

He couldn’t resist the look on her face and that it was directed at him, he leaned back in to kiss her. It was different this time; the pace a bit quicker and each other’s hands tightening to pull the other that bit closer. He could feel her hands tightening on his waistcoat and he knew what that meant too, knew that she’d want that waistcoat off soon. Which was more than fine with him because as much as he loved her taste in fashion, he was getting sick of her top too.

The same fire was slowly seeping back into their kiss, the edge of desperation and need for what was about to come next. He welcomed it like an old friend, he’d always loved it before and loved it even more now that he felt more settled.

She was slowly starting to take charge, walking them backwards without breaking their kiss until her back hit the bar in the centre of the aquarium and she didn’t waste another second before jumping up to sit on the bar. Her legs dangling off the edge parted for him to fill the gap and his hands were on her thighs to drag her forward until their hips slotted together. He was hard by now, painfully confined to his fitted trousers but as a chef, he’d always played with fire, so he torturously bucked against her.

She moaned, reciprocating the action as he saw stars behind his eyelids and he was almost delirious, no matter how many times they slept together that’d never worn off, but her words from before echoed in his head - I panicked.

And as hard as it was, he pulled away from the kiss. She gave a little desperate moan that shot straight to his aching cock, begging to continue. He ignored it.

“We can take this as slow as you want,” he breathed out, trying to stay focused as her lips moved to his jaw in his lip’s absence.

His words didn’t match her actions, with her hands at his tie, deftly loosening it and moving on to pop a few of the buttons of his top.

“Take me to my room,” she said, fingers playing with the button on his shirt and hot tongue toying with the skin under his jaw. She was making it so hard; he was desperate for her but this was important.

“You sure? We can stop at any time?” He didn’t want to ruin this when it’d only just started.

She pulled away from his neck to look him in the eye and give him a smouldering look. “Really sure, Sanji-kun,” she purred, his name rolling off her tongue and one of these days, he’d lose his load because of that alone. “Take me to my room.”

Her legs tightened around him, hand anchoring itself in his hair that told him it wasn’t moving anytime soon and he knew what she wanted- something he was more than happy to comply with. His hands on her hips moved to under her thighs, knees bending and lifting her with ease.

“You’ll have to take me like this as some point,” she murmured into his ear and his knees would’ve buckled had she not been in his arms. “Is it something you’ve thought about?”

“Oh god.” She tittered in his ear and that probably wasn’t said as quietly as he’d intended.

She needed to stop talking and he needed to start walking. Quickly.

He moved towards the door and faltered. He stared at the door; he wasn’t sure where the crew were. Did she want the others to know? What if-

“I don’t care who knows. They can put it on the front page for all I care, it’s been too long since you’ve been in me.”

Shit.

She would be the death of him in the best way possible.

Tea cups and plates be damned. That could wait until tomorrow.

If she didn’t care, he definitely didn’t as he kicked the door to the aquarium closed behind him, making a hasty retreat across the deck. Her legs still wrapped around his waist, hips wiggling against his and his hands were making up for lost time, scouring every inch of her behind as he held her. He almost, almost, stumbled when her lips found the sensitive patch on his neck. It was the crease of his neck and the way she was working it meant she was leaving a mark. She hadn’t done it before and he was elated, it was something to remember their night together for the next few days when he would no doubt try to convince himself it was all a dream.

She moved to a different patch of skin, lips and tongue eager to make their presence known, and his speed increased, desperate to get to her room.

Not quick enough though when he heard a sharp, surprised gasp (more like gurgle) from the side but he wasn’t stopping to look at who it was when her room was in view, drawing closer by the second.

He fumbled with the door handle and as soon as it opened, he chanced a glance over his shoulder. Round eyes in disbelief stared back at him and yeah, he could understand that. He could barely comprehend this either. Even after all this time.

Oh well. At least breakfast would be a lively affair in the morning. Usopp had plenty of time to spread the word on what he’d just seen, although Sanji had more pressing issues right now that captured his attention.

He didn’t bother with the door straight away, not when his hands had edged underneath shorts in search for the edge of her underwear on her behind. He hadn’t found them and the thought of a thong was something he needed to push to the back of his mind.

She looked ruffled sat on the bed where he’d just deposited her. Shorts hiked up from his wandering hands, lips slightly puffed from kissing and hair edging on wild. So sexy and it took restraint not to join her instantly. But he wanted to close the door properly and lock it, to ensure they weren’t disturbed.

After closing the door, he turned to find Nami sat against the headboard, arms working her top off her body and he watched like a hawk as more and more skin came into view. There was definitely a wet spot on the front of his trousers, he could feel himself leaking and it was only made worse when he saw the white lace bra she was wearing. Her nipples were hard and he could see a flash of pink winking at him through the lace. He wanted to bury his face in them.

She threw her top at him to break him out of his gawking and it landed on his head, blocking the most incredible view. Although he could definitely use a second to compose himself.

Which flew out of the window when he slid her top off his head to see her spread out on the bed before him and he clutched the top tightly in his hands.

“Tell me what you want,” she said, arms stretching above her head to create an alluring silhouette.

“You,” he breathed, eyes roving her body. Over supple thighs, low riding shorts (and he wondered if her underwear matched her bra. If she was wearing underwear), the jut of her hips, fullness of her breasts and heart stopping face. He swallowed. “All of you.”

She didn’t let up. “How do you want me?”

His mouth went dry, even if he did find the words, “However you want. I only want it if you do.”

She smiled. “Tell me. I’ll tell you if I don’t want it.”

It was like a gunshot went off, signifying the start of a race and his legs were moving him across the room whilst his hands were shucking off his waistcoat and undoing his shirt only to fall to the floor. Her eyes watched the display, following his hands as they moved and it was thrilling.

Her legs parted for him as he joined her on the bed, hovering over her with one arm by her head to support himself and the other brushing over the white lace that had already teased him enough. She gasped and he swooped in the kiss her.

“I want you like this,” he told her when they parted, hips pressing firmly into hers to support his words.

“Hm, this is… simpler than I imagined,” she replied, contemplatively.

“What did you imagine?”

The only answer he received was a coy smile and raised eyebrow, he laughed.

“Oh to be in your head right now.” His hand slid down to her thigh, cupping the back of it and encouraging her to wrap the leg around his body.

“I need you very much awake right now,” she cheeked back, “besides, we have plenty of time for me to show you at a later date.”

She’d been expecting him to kiss her again and he almost gave into the urge until he was reminded of white lace. He started at her collarbone, working his way down until his lips bumped the edge of her bra and then he was finally taking her nipple into his mouth. Her breathing stuttered and he rolled his tongue along the hard nub, wetting the fabric of her bra and dragging the material. He saw a hand clutch the bedsheets and her hips lifted to meet his, rolling to try and create some friction. It was thrilling to have her like this, to see the pleasure playing underneath him and have her writhe because of him. He blew across the wet fabric and a shiver went down her back.

With a parting kiss he intended to start on the other nipple until there was a hand at his shoulder.

“Just take the bra off,” she breathily huffed, arching her back to reach for the clasp herself.

His hands met hers there, smothering over the soft skin to beat her to the clasp and peel off the fabric. As much as he loved the bra, he wasn’t sad to see it go as he drunk in the familiar sight of soft, creamy breasts.

He didn’t hesitate to pick back up where he left off, lathering attention on the previously neglected nipple and listen to the gasps fall from her mouth. This was it. This was the dream. She was so responsive and it only turned him on further.

Pulling away with a pop, he barely got to appreciate his handwork before he was being manhandled back into a kiss. It was a mess of desperate kisses, uncoordinated but it was filled with the passion that he loved as their hips found each other’s. A shallow thrust and they were both parting to gasp as electricity zinged down his spine. His cock thankful for some relief.

“You’re so sexy and I’ve wanted you like this for so long.”

“I can tell,” she cheeked, purposefully rolling her hips into his hardened length.

He groaned at the action, especially when he could feel how hot she was for him through his trousers and he repeated the action, both of them chasing pleasure with each thrust.

As much as he wanted to continue, he was adamant about making this as mind blowing for her as possible as he tried to clear the fog in his head, so with one last rut of his hips, he pulled back, not meeting her hips and his hand took over, slipping into her little shorts.

Holy shit.

He’d been right.

He’d expected to find white lace under his fingers and they almost jumped in surprise as they met bare skin. Nami looked up at him with half lidded eyes, lips curling into a seductive grin that told him she knew exactly what he was thinking.

All this time and no underwear.

He adored her.

He quickly moved on from his surprise and his fingers found their confidence, gently running along her lips before dipping into wet heat and it was that wet heat that reminded him of his own state. He could feel pre-come smeared in his underwear, he was so ridiculously turned on, and his cock was almost pleading for more attention, any sort of attention but he fought that down. He was too adamant on making her toes curl far sooner than his own.

“Your trousers have been on too long,” she stuttered when his fingers teased against her entrance and then stroked back up to the little bundle of nerves at the top.

Her hand palmed the front of his trousers and if he wasn’t so distracted, he might have been embarrassed about her feeling how wet the front of his trousers were. “Mm- yours too.”

But the only thing he could really focus on in that moment was how much he wanted to taste her. It was at the top of his list, to have her thighs wrapped around his head and hands threaded in his hair, urging him closer.

Except he didn’t get that far, her hand shot out to clasp his wrist that planned on going back to teasing her slick folds.

“I can’t take anymore teasing. I want you in me.”

He breathed through his nose, remembering composure and who was he to refuse such a tempting offer? He could store his own plans away for later.

He leaned back, eagerly throwing off his trousers and underwear as she did the same with her shorts and leaned over to the nightstand to take out a condom. He joined her when his clothes landed on the floor, taking the condom from her to roll on and hovered back over her again, her legs wide and ready for him.

His eyes raked up her naked form, not a scrap of clothing left on her until he met her eyes. Hazy, lust filled and focused on him, only him.

He rubbed himself against her slick folds, coating himself before sinking in and it was like coming home. It’d only been a week since they’d last had sex but a week was too long. Too long when it was the love of his life and she felt this phenomenal.

“Feel good?” He asked, nosing the skin of her cheek in comfort and because he couldn’t resist, he kissed the flushed skin afterwards.

She wiggled her hips experimentally and he had to remind himself to stay still. “Yeah,” she breathed, “really good. You can move.” Her hands tightened around his shoulders bringing him closer to reconnect their lips as he tentatively moved.

The pace was slow to start with, gentle roll of the hips to find the rhythm and their kiss was almost forgotten as soon as he did, instead their breaths playing across the others lips as they gasped and groaned at the sensations.

He’d never felt closer to her than he did in that moment. Pressed against her in every way conceivable. The pace slowly started to increase, unable to resist thrusting into her with the way she was pulling him in and her hands left his shoulders to rest on his behind, encouraging him to continue, to move faster against her.

Turns out, she was going to suck the soul out of him whether she was riding him or underneath him.

Which apparently turned him into a babbling mess.

“You feel so good, you know that? You always do and you’re so sexy it’s painful.”

She didn’t seem to mind, in fact, it almost seemed like she liked it? “Ah~ Sanji,” she moaned, hands now digging into the skin of his rear and he wondered if her toes had curled yet.

“I want you so much, I always do. You’re so gorgeous and perfect.”

The urge to babble more was strong but he resisted because he knew if he continued something would slip out that might be a bit too bold for right now. Even if it were true.

With his forehead pressed against hers, lazily kissing when they remembered they were meant to be, his hand skimmed over her skin until it found her thigh and lifted it up. Because whilst he knew he was making her feel good, if the moans and breathless calls of his name were anything to go by, he hadn’t found that spot yet.

Despite the pleasure building and shooting up his spine, he desperately ignored it in favour of adjusting the thrust of his hips and pulling her leg over his shoulder, trying to find the angle that he knew was around here.

“Oh, oh! There, Sanji, again!” Came her enthusiastic call.

Bingo.

With her enthusiastic encouragement, he continued thrusting into that spot and trying to stave off coming until she was as close as him. It didn’t take long, her hips meeting his just as frantically and hands now clawing at his back to anchor herself, something that didn’t help with him trying to beat down his own release, until she was clamping down on him.

He didn’t stand a chance.

He followed after her almost instantly after already teetering on the edge for so long, his hips stuttering in their motion and doing his best to draw out her own orgasm. As much as he wanted to watch her expression as she orgasmed, pleasure playing across her features, his eyes clamped shut as lights flashed behind his eye lids, heat filling the condom.

When he opened his eyes again, she was smiling up at him, hands cupping his face and he realised he was probably leaning on her too heavily, even if she didn’t say anything. A quick kiss and he pulled back, trying not to cringe as he took off the condom, tying it off and putting it in the bin.

“That was amazing,” he told her, leaning to the side and getting comfortable.

“It always is with you,” she said, mimicking his words from a few weeks ago and he laughed. At her smart words and with how euphoric he felt.

The best sex of his life, with the person that he loved and would still be there in the morning.

He nuzzled into the top of her breast, nosing at the skin to get comfortable and listening to the slowing thumping of her heart. He was content in the quiet of the room, filled with the smell of sex, their sex, and the sound of harsh breathing.

He was so damn happy that he couldn’t contain himself.

Although he should be tired after exerting himself and winding down with the way her hands were carding through his hair, he lifted his head from her soft skin to press his lips over her heart-

And blew as hard as he could until a loud sound echoed through the room.

Then a pin drop could be heard.

“Did you just…?” Her voice stunned and face unreadable

He’d lost his mind and he’d never even thought about doing this before, especially in the context of her but there he was, blowing raspberries against her skin, with no intention of stopping either.

He did it again, except this time on the sensitive skin between her breasts and he was rewarded with a giggle.

So he did it again and again, each time moving to a new patch of skin, discovering where was most sensitive and tickled the most depending on the sounds that left her lips and the way her hands tried to half-heartedly bat him away with peeling laughter.

Maybe they’d both lost their minds.

She was flushed from laughing and a few giggles still slipped out as she started calming down when he finally stopped at her stomach. Her eyes crinkled, tears clinging to her lashes, dimple on her cheek proudly on display and she looked so happy. The longer he looked up at her from her stomach, the warmer he felt and a sense of content overcame him-

“I love you.”

His careless words sobered him instantly and the room was deathly silent.

I panicked.

That was not taking things slow.

Even if the words did slip out without his permission.

Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

Hands thread through his hair distracting him from his own panic and, “I love you too.”

The breath rushed out of his lungs in relief, that he wasn’t being pushed off the bed and that she’d actually said it back.

“Oh thank god. I mean, you didn’t have to say you loved me but that wasn’t taking things slow and I’m just so happy you’re not leaving.” His forehead pressed into the skin of her stomach in relief.

“Silly man. When did I say I wanted to take things slow?”

He leaned up, hovering over her again to kiss over her face, her lips, cheeks, forehead, brow, eyelids and she glowed, beaming up at him. She held his heart, from day one it had always been hers and he would never quite be over that she accepted it and gave hers in return.

He closed the distance between them until their foreheads rested against one another’s and he brushed his nose against hers. He could count her freckles from here if he wanted to. He would later. “I love you, so much.”

Sliding her nose, she kissed him, slow and sweet, no rush, or brushes of tongue, just lips and warmth. “I love you too and next time, talk to me. We could have been doing this sooner.”

He wouldn’t regret time lost out on because it brought him to this moment after all but he didn’t want a repeat of earlier. “Deal. I prefer it when we’re on the same page.”

As much as he loved being cuddled into her breasts, after what had just happened, he wanted her gathered up in his arms, close to him. Which she seemed more than happy with as she sighed happily and threw an arm over his chest, hand tracing over his pec.

Her head shifted to look up at him. “Sanji-”

He knew that words that were coming next, could tell from the tone, but he didn’t want them.

“There’s nothing to apologise for.” The only time he’d dream of cutting her off.

“You let me get away with too much.”

“It’s my job.”

He kissed the top of her head and he could easily fall asleep like this.

“I feel gross, if you take me the bathhouse, we can have round two in there?”

Any thoughts about cuddling were dismissed, his libido waking up and arousal spiking at the thought of a repeat performance so soon and maybe he could finally eat her out like he wanted.

He was up out of bed in an instant, carrying her in his arms and she just managed to snag a blanket as he charged out of the door to cover herself with. She snapped at him to calm down and to keep quiet so he didn’t wake up the ship but he didn’t give a damn if anyone saw his bare behind.

Their relationship was nothing like those black and white films he’d watched when he was younger but he didn’t care if he got to be with her in the end. It was worth it all.

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Do not ask where the raspberries came from. It just happened and it was funny and sappy and Sanji! This was also meant to be hot sex but I didn’t get a say in that either apparently.

I really hope I made it clear through Sanji’s POV that Nami was scared (I actually plotted her POV out too, so there’s a few hints of her side tucked in here). I’ve always thought she would take longer to come around to the idea of a relationship and Snooj just had to play the long game (like he minds). So please stow your pitchforks, everyone.

Normally, I imagine Nami more in charge but she took a back seat so Sanji could finally learn that he can have what he wants too.

As always, please excuse any mistakes.

Thanks for reading.

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Festival | Sanami week 2020

The log-pose clearly had Nami’s ideal in mind when it decided to guide them to that island. Or at least, it looked like it had. Maybe it wasn’t the island of her dreams, but it checked many of the boxes. It was like the perfect man, found in reality. It doesn’t have all the characteristics one expects, yet it doesn’t really matter. It isn’t about crossing things out of a list, but the feeling of certainty that came along with him.

At least, that’s what Nami thought. Not that she knew much about it, anyway.

However, that island had the perfect climate (sun, but with a light breeze), the perfect altitude (there was a beach, and also a mountain), the perfect shape (mapping it would be an easy job)… It even had a castle, which was not a priority but it was very welcome. In her fantasy island, there would always be a castle –because deep down, she was still fond of fairytales, maybe.

So when she saw a poster than announced a renaissance fair, she gasped. She actually, really gasped. Chopper did, too, which made her feel less lonely; but no less childish. Luffy took the poster from her hands, and decided they had a plan. She took it back with a frown, but she was smiling inside. The tension from the last few weeks (maybe months, maybe years) seemed to lift from her shoulders momentarily. The wind was blowing softly, messing up her hair, and she took a deep breath before starting her path to the village.

The village was just what she had pictured in her mind: tiny, made up of wooden and stone houses, and sprinkled on all sides by flowers. There was a fresh aroma in the air that seemed to welcome them, as the real habitants did so. Nami was taken aback by their generosity and their invitation to join the festival, especially after Luffy mentioned that they were pirates. The hesitation from the mayor only lasted a few seconds, and Nami felt a sudden burst of excitement inside as they mentioned the competitions.

She arranged everyone in a few seconds: Zoro, Usopp and Franky could take the carpentry contest; Brook, Chopper and Luffy could do their best job as bards and Sanji would master whatever dish they were making in the cooking competition. She trusted Robin enough to let her go as she pleased, and as for herself, gambling was always a safe bet. There was no way they were going back to the Sunny empty-handed.

They all got dressed up for the occasion, with the many costumes they were renting. Nami chose a white and blue dress with bateau neckline that she later accompanied with a fresh-made flower crown that Robin had arranged in a second –Chopper asked for one, too. She felt like a princess, and she would have been repulsed by her own lame thoughts if she hadn’t been so happy about it. She kept twirling the dress and spinning around, with no apparent reason.

Sanji, however, was sure it had to be on purpose; it had to be destiny to be alive in that same moment as to see an unearthly creature move so gracefully in the sunlight. It was both a blessing and a torture. Slow, painful torture; not being able to hold her in his arms. He would have been her knight, he would be his knight anytime. His first instinct had been to offer his services, swearing all kinds of loyalty to his mistress to anyone who could listen, but it only took a second more of admiring her to throw his usual behavior pattern away. There, as she danced and twirled and kept winning money by the second (she was great at multitasking, as well as with everything else), he realized that he never wanted to be the one to interrupt her happiness.

But her mere presence was costing him the competition, and she was going to kill him for that. The dramatic irony was really shining that day, he thought. She was also glowing, like he had never seen her before. He wouldn’t know what it felt like for Robin to discover a new phonegliph, but he figured it had to be something of that kind.

The turkey legs were burning, and he had put out the fire. He hoped no one would notice, especially after all the condiments and side dishes, but he knew Zeff would have made him re-do the dish. His cook pride was a bit shattered by that realization, but one glance from her made it all worth it. He would do it all again if all his life choices led to that moment.

As he served the judges a taste of his dish, he couldn’t help but smile when he imagined her response to a comment like that. She would roll her eyes, or smack him down for saying nonsense. Except he felt like it made perfect sense. He was probably the most sane person in the crew, if anything. There was nothing irrational in giving it all for her, because she was the most extraordinary event that happened to him. He wouldn’t be there, in that festival, if it weren’t for her. He wouldn’t be the man he is, if his path hadn’t crossed hers.

Before they announced the prize, he already considered himself a winner. Although when Nami ran to his side and hugged him tight, that’s when he really won. Part of him knew that part of her was driven by her fierce ambition, but another part of him knew the other part of her. When their eyes met, he felt she was proud of him; and it was enough.

“What a beautiful couple!” the oldest judge said, applauding. “Are you running for queen and king of the festival?”

Sanji was about to tell him no when Nami hushed him with her index finger, and asked the old lady to explain further. At the end of the day, people voted for the king and queen of the fair, and they’d get crowns and share a dance in the main hall of the castle. The idea of wearing a crown (a real, golden one, not the one made from flowers she was wearing) sounded very appealing to her; and the idea of sharing a dance with Nami sounded very appealing to him. They didn’t even have to speak to reach a conclusion, their silent agreement.

Arm in arm (Nami said to keep appearances, and Sanji was not going to complain about it), they signed their names in the voting booth; and went on with the festivities. Once in a while, their paths would meet, coincidentally when there was a crowd nearby, and they would share public affection that only hurt a little to Sanji when he remembered they were doing it for the show. It was a small price to pay.

He couldn’t complain.

At noon, the mayor gathered all the contestants in two lines, separating them both. Nami held his hand until the very moment they had to pull apart, and Sanji felt the ghost of her hand still on his throughout the whole ceremony. He could see the man talking, but he wasn’t really paying attention. The other girls looked beautiful, but Nami glowed like no one else. She was looking at him, and although her smile was confident, he could feel her pulling strength out of him. He straightened his spine, and let out a deep breath that she imitated. She smirked when he did, and Sanji kept the impression game by winking at her. He couldn’t believe it when she winked back over her shoulder. He was so struck that he couldn’t think of anything else, not even his name.

“Sanji.”

The crowd cheered and it wasn’t until that moment that he really processed that it wasn’t his own mind but an outside voice who pronounced his name. Precisely, the man who was walking with a crown. He stood tall as they put the crown in his head, and proceeded to gesture wildly at Nami. She let out an inaudible laugh, that somehow got to his ears right before they announced her name.

For a moment, Nami thought about throwing away the flower crown just like a bouquet and seeing who would catch it. But she couldn’t do that to Robin, who put all her effort in it, and gave it to the gorgeous girl that she had next to her. The golden crown that was placed in her head was made out of plastic, which came out as a disappointment; but the winning was the finishing touch of the day. The crown jewel of the festival.

The music started playing almost immediately, and both parties pushed Nami and Sanji close together. Nami, who until that moment found pleasure in being the protagonist of the tale, began to feel nervous and agitated. Shy, even. The touch with Sanji’s hand made her more comfortable, and she remembered why she wanted him to share the spotlight with her.

“Thank you.” She told him, only loud enough for him to hear.

Sanji kept swaying, knowing that the moment would soon be over, and he would have to return to reality; knowing that all good things come to an end.

“You needed a partner.” He said, stating the obvious. “I’m always at your service, milady.”

“Actually I didn’t need one. Queen and king are two separate categories.” She told him, which confused him even more. “I kind of… wanted you here.”

Sanji froze, and Nami had to guide the dance as well as the conversation.

“I feel safer when you’re around. I guess that whole knight thing has gotten into me in the end.” She laughed, quietly. “Plus, I like fooling people. But I didn’t want to fool you.”

Sanji opened his mouth to talk, but the firework show started and everyone lifted their heads up, including her. He stood there, watching her pointing at the sky with the biggest smile; and a greatest sense of tenderness overflowed his heart. Because she liked fooling people, but not him. Because she wanted him there. Because they could be, even if it was only for one night, the king and queen of the fair.

Author’s note: I’m so sorry this came in so late, but I guess it’s better late than ever. I hadn’t really had much time lately, but I couldn’t miss Sanami week! It’s been a blast, as always. I’m going to miss waking up to a new prompt.

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