trip down the road (walking you home) was sooooo hot and goood! i hope you'll write more zonami!!
Firstly, thank you so much! I’m happy to hear you enjoyed it ✨
Secondly, I’ll absolutely be writing zonami again in the future (and zoluna because Luffy just won’t leave them alone). I love that ship too much not to write for them!
Like a moth to a flame her eyes weren’t on his legs anymore.
Her thoughts came to a screeching halt as her face burned with the realisation of what she’d just done.
She’d just ogled Sanji!
Or, Sanji fell first, Nami fell harder.
Rating: M. Explicit.
This is for my lovely giftee @babuart for the @sanamievents annual gift exchange! One of her prompts was Sanji making Nami flustered and it just developed from there.
I’ve wanted to do Nami’s POV with falling for Sanji and I love to think it happened suddenly, like a slap in the face. Is this also just an excuse for me to thirst over Sanji? Yes, yes, it is.
This is for our server’s annual gift exchange, @sanamievents , and Shz was my lovely giftee! Their prompt was jealously, particularly on Nami’s side and what better than to make them both jealous!
Summary: He was too blind to see that she had always been looking at him.
Or, three times Sanji was jealous and one time Nami was.
Rating: T
This can be found over on AO3.
“Another round?”
Both glasses were filled before she could answer but, then again, she never had turned down a drink before.
“What, you want us to know each other’s star signs and favourite colour?” She snarked, sitting on the bench.
Or, Nami and Zoro begin to make a habit of drinking shots and getting to know each other.
Rating: T
I'm still not sure if I'm going to post full fics on Tumblr, but I know some people follow me here instead of AO3, so I thought I'd share the link! You can find this fic here.
as most of one piece live action audiences noticed (i'm one of them) zonami's chemistry is insane and i went down this zonami rabbit hole (including anime/manga and fics) and zonami shipper recommended ur stories so i read some and ur zonami fics are heaven!! ur writing is so good and i love how well u write them. thank u!!!
zonami’s chemistry was SO insane in the LA! It’s one of the things I loved about that live action and can’t wait for season 2!
Oh thank you so much, that’s so sweet that someone recommended them and that you enjoyed them 🥹 I am desperately trying to finish something for zonami before the end of the year, so hopefully I can pull it off in time!
can i just say how much i LOVE the way you write the romance dawn trio. i only recently started watching one piece (i’m about half way through skypiea) and i instantly fell in love with the dynamic between luffy, zoro, and nami. and you capture that perfectly!!! there needs to be more love for this trio.
Aaaaaaah thank you so much! I really love writing them, they’re so much fun! They’re so easy to fall in love with and I agree, they need more recognition because they go together so well.
(P.S Skypiea’s one of my favourite arcs, I hope you’re enjoying it)
Summary: Two idiots without braincells finally find someone holding them all.
Or, Luffy and Zoro break into the wrong apartment.
Rating: T
For formatting reasons, I'm not posting this here but I know some people follow me here instead of on AO3, so I thought I'd share the link! You can find this fic here.
Enjoy!
I love your sanami fics so much they always feel like them, and it's so nice to have a space where they are appreciated as a ship.
I woke up to this, thank you so much 😭✨💗
It’s so nice to know they’re out there being appreciated and that it feels like them! I spend a lot of time thinking about their characters, dialogue, etc and they just go so well together! (I could go on about that forever)
Thank you again for reading and I’m so happy I’ve made a space for them
Will you write a fic about the Live Action Sanami? They obviously changed the plot and adapted some thing's and Sanji being a perv got cut, he seems like a really charming cute guy, his smile was so kind. Wondering if you're open to write them in a different Adaption.
Hey!
Funnily enough I was actually thinking about this just yesterday after I watched the new trailer 30 times over.
And in short, I’m pretty sure I will. I write Sanji with a very toned down pervy side or, use it like a gag because that’s what it is anyway, so that won’t really change anything for me. But I’m really happy they’re not doing a true adaptation because now I get to watch One Piece for the first time again! And with that, I’m hoping some new scenes will give me ideas!
Also, you’re so right about Taz as Sanji, he’s got the smile locked down and I loved the scenes of him fighting! The All Blue smile will be the end of me. I know you didn’t ask about this but I’m so excited for the live action and the Strawhats have been casted perfectly! I’ll take any opportunity to talk about it 😂
we (me, mostly) need more zona fanfics fr, you always made them so on character 😭
Ah thank you, that’s so nice to hear! 😭
I don’t know if zona shippers are happy to hear this but I do have a (pretty big) zolunami almost finished which has some nice zona moments. Otherwise, I am actively thinking about fics for them because I really miss writing them!
So, this was actually started before Amongst the trees but got pushed to the backburner. It was also where I realised there’s a damn pantry as I was looking at the blueprints for Sunny. As you can tell, I’m now making full use of this new discovery for my fics.
You know that part in the relationship, where it’s just been established but it’s all so new and you’ve known this person in a certain way for so long that you overthink everything? No? Just me projecting? Well, I think poor little Snooj would be the same.
Summary: Inventory counting was not meant to send his heart racing.
Part two of the Potato Peeling series
Rating: T+
You can also find this on FFN and AO3.
Enjoy!
Six bags of rice… two bags of flour…
Sanji’s pen scratched quickly across his pad as he made notes, eyes methodically scanning over bags, tins, barrels and the odd loose item. Occasionally, his pen would flick up, pointing at the item to help him count if there were a few before going back to the pad.
Once a week he would do this; come into the pantry and take an inventory of what stock he had left. It helped him plan for the week and made sure no ingredients would be wasted. It also kept him on top of what was used more often and how much he should buy the next time they arrived to stock up at an island.
A bag of coffee…
His pen halted its movement
A singular bag of coffee.
He frowned. That was a little too low considering how often Robin drank it… actually, that was way too low considering he made sure to get more of it once Nami had started drinking it more often too. He flicked back to last week’s notes and saw he had three bags of it then. Where the hell had two bags gone? Mentally, he started to make a list of what he’d been doing within the span of a week and came up blank.
Naturally his first suspect was Luffy because he was a menace. His name was mentally scrubbed out when he gave it more thought. Luffy was really only interested in the fridge, everything in here was dried that he was convinced Luffy had simply forgotten the room existed.
The next thought sent a shiver down his spine. What if Nami or Robin were making their own drinks? He didn’t think they would, he almost had a sixth sense for when they needed drinks, although he would keep an eye on that now.
Still though, that theory didn’t explain two whole bags of coffee disappearing. They drank coffee but not that much.
But when he roll called everyone in the crew, he thought about how he had caught Franky stealing his cooking oil a little while ago, using it as lubricant for one of his contraptions when he’d run out of oil and it’d earned him a swift kick out of his kitchen. The insult. As much as the idea of using cooking ingredients for things like that offended him, he was sure coffee couldn’t be used in the same way. Although he did use cola as fuel…
Hm. He’d keep an eye on it and consider getting the mouse trap out again.
Maybe he should just lock the kitchen and be done with it. That way everything would be safe from the vultures.
It would certainly be nice for when he spent time with Nami. To have her all to himself with no distractions.
Not that they didn’t spend a lot of time together. Even before they officially got together two weeks ago, they’d spent a considerable amount of time together but now it had increased and the memory from two weeks ago played in a loop in his head. A silly smile spread across his face. That was a top five moment for him and right now, it sat comfortably in the top spot. Just the two of them cooking together, being close and sharing a kiss that still made him sigh dreamily.
“Sanji-kun?”
Speaking of the angel…
“In the pantry, Nami-san!” He called, already walking to the door to meet her there.
His smile broadened when she came into view, she’d always been beautiful but it was different now he knew she felt the same way. He could gawk at her as much as he wanted, he could hold her hand, hug her, taste her lips. And as much as he wanted to, thinking about something and doing it were two different things, especially when he’d spent so long holding himself back. It almost felt wrong to act on his urges.
Right now though, he wanted to sweep the hair obstructing her face, cup her cheek because he could do that now but uncharacteristically, he held back. Maybe later, when he’d built up the nerve. It didn’t stop him from eyeing the piece and longing, instead.
“Are you okay?” Nami asked, head cocked and belatedly, he realised he’d been distracted for a bit too long.
“Yeah,” he cleared his throat, “I’m fine. I’m almost done here and then I’ll be outside.”
“I can help, we’ll be done quicker this way,” she said, breezing past him.
He perked up at the idea, more than happy to spend some quality time together.
“As always, I’ll be your lowly assistant,” he said, handing her the pen and notebook before pulling over the stool for her to sit on. She took his hand when he offered it to help her sit and his heart jumped despite the innocent gesture.
“Who knows, maybe if you do a good job, I can promote you,” she replied coyly.
And, slightly sweatier than before with her teasing, they picked up where he left off. He continued to move methodically through the racking, calling what it was and how many they had.
“Three bags of potatoes, Nami-san.”
“Three bags of potatoes,” she parroted back, pen diligently writing down what he called out, pen quickly scratching across the page. Her writing was much nicer than his and he’d always admired the way her letters looped gracefully.
Since she’d been helping him, they were actually working through it quicker. They were already done with one of the racks, there was only two left until-
“You missed one,” Nami called, breaking him from his trance.
“Huh?”
“You missed one,” she repeated, pen pointing at the line of spices he’d just counted from the racking.
Frowning, he counted the line again and got the same number. “Five?”
Shaking her head, she got up, putting the pen behind her ear and knelt down next to him at the bottom shelf of the racking. Leaning down, she pushed the five small containers aside to reach for another one right at the back, hidden behind another spice in a different row.
“And that makes six,” she corrected, holding the cinnamon.
“This is why you’re head chef!” Although he certainly hadn’t moved it. It only roused his suspicion further about someone coming in here when he wasn’t around.
“Come on, give me a page and I can do some counting as well. The head chef has to muck in too. I can help more if we split what’s left and do our own count.”
“Nami-san, you can leave, it’s really okay!” It was only natural, it was a beautiful day outside, who would want to do an inventory count? Which is why he assured, “I’m almost done here; I’ll meet you on the deck.”
“It’s fine, I like spending time with you,” she dismissed, steamrolling over his excuses for her. “Do you mind if I rip a page out? I can do my own count this way.”
“Not at all.” It was only his inventory book; he didn’t mind at all.
He watched her rip the next page out but instead of taking the book, he took the piece of paper, leaving her with the pad.
“Always the gentleman,” she teased. “I’ll take this rack and you take that rack.”
He nodded and they got to work.
They worked back-to-back, Sanji continuing on his racking and Nami behind him working of her own rack. The pantry wasn’t huge to begin with and not always knowing how long it was until the next island meant the room was filled and space was vital. Their backs brushed most of the time with how tight it was and whilst they had separate papers, they didn’t have two pens, so they ended up going back and forth with the pen. It probably wasn’t the most productive way to work but sharing a pen came with its perks. Instead of working in silence, there was the murmured question for the pen filling the gaps and it meant touching. Lots of touching. Hands brushing, shoulders bumping and his cheeks were constantly tinted pink.
Since getting together, they hadn’t done very much and it wasn’t from a lack of want. There were plenty of opportunities, plenty of openings but he fumbled every time. It was similar to that night in the kitchen where she’d adjusted his tie, he just panicked and it was only after the moment had passed that he kicked himself.
But it was hard. He’d spent so long imagining and being her friend and as much as he liked to think he was smooth; he maybe, perhaps, wasn’t so much when the moment was presented to him. Not that he would ever admit that to anyone. So, since getting together, it’d been very modest pecks, kisses to the cheek and, to his delight, the occasional hand hold. He wasn’t complaining though, it was more than he could have ever imagined and he’d counted his lucky stars ever since.
But now with just the two of them in here, the atmosphere was stifling in the best way possible and he was sure Nami was on to him. She hadn’t said anything but he was sure she was touching him more than needed and his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest with the anticipation.
At first, she’d tapped his shoulder to get his attention and when their fingers brushed, his heart had jumped and he felt light headed. She’d smiled before turning around to double check her count and write down the number. When she’d returned the pen, her hand had lingered and he’d swallowed at her half-lidded look.
He’d tried to return the gesture as much as he could and he’d felt particularly daring when his fingers had grazed hers on purpose for no reason when they were working back-to-back.
After that, she was gradually becoming bolder and, he realised, she was definitely teasing him.
He had zero complaints.
The innocent touches and lingering moments came to an end when he’d been crouching down to count something and he felt her breath on his ear asking for the pen. A shiver slivered down his spine before he’d snapped up to his feet and fought down the urge to stutter.
She’d giggled, before pretending nothing had happened, like she hadn’t just sent his head spinning.
Whatever game they were playing, it was truly afoot. She’d made their previous interactions look like child play.
She was everywhere.
A hand on his back.
Breath hot on his neck.
Body leaning over his shoulder.
He’d had to recount the sugar twice already and he still had no idea what the final number was. His brain had melted out of his ears long ago and all that was left in its place was Nami.
“I think you missed one, Sanji-kun,” she said, voice light and playful that he knew she was joking. Her voice was closer than he’d expected, despite the little game they’d been playing.
He turned, still crouched down and he’d expected her to be in a similar position until he came face to face with her thighs. He imagined he looked like a gaping fish but his brain was elsewhere as his eyes slowly travelled up her body. From the full of her hips to the swoop of her waist and he settled longer on her bikini clad breasts. She had a new one on, a pale blue that matched her jeans. She looked phenomenal in it and he had to tear his eyes away far sooner than he wanted to.
When he reached her eyes, she was already looking at him, eyebrow quirked and amusement over her features. She was clearly more than aware of his ogling and he took it as a positive sign that she didn’t leave.
He cleared his throat, trying to dispel any tension and stood. Whilst there wasn’t a lot of space to move around, she was a step closer than she had to be and he fought the urge to fidget.
“I’m done, how are you getting on?” She asked, nonplussed by his silence or proximity.
And whilst he’d heard her, his brain wasn’t functioning properly, if at all, and she was so pretty. Really pretty. And that hair that he wanted to move was still there.
Unable to form a decently structured sentence, he wordlessly showed her his paper but she wasn’t angry with his half-completed rack.
She looked up from the piece of paper and he wasn’t sure what he expected but it wasn’t silence. Nor the way she eyed him. From his chest, they slowly swept upwards, lingering on his shoulders and lips until she as looking into his eyes. He hadn’t seen that look in her eye before and it made his palms moisten and his breath shorten. The way she looked at him made him feel naked, like she was looking through him. He wondered if that was how he’d just looked at her.
There was a tense moment and his brain was running to fill the silence, until she relieved him. “Do I make you nervous?” She was fighting down a smile and he suspected it was because she already knew the answer.
“Ah, no.” That was a lie. “… well,” he tacked on, not knowing how to explain. He didn’t want to offend her.
“You didn’t seem to have a problem in the kitchen two weeks ago.”
It was a statement but he still answered it like a question.
“You know, heat of the moment.”
With the little distance between them, she managed to take a step forward and there was nowhere for him to go but lean heavily against the racking. Internally, he was grateful for it being bolted down.
She leaned forward, closing what little space there was and he could feel her chest press into his. With a hand on his lapel, she lowly asked, “Do I need to get you back in the moment, little eggplant?”
His eyes bulged and he wheezed, her offer taking his mind straight to the gutter, despite the childish name that sounded sinful coming from her mouth. He felt like he was going to faint with her just this close and at most, he thought he’d be able to cope with kissing but more than that? It made his pulse quicken.
Her hand burned on his chest and his eyes darted around her face, trying to figure out if she was joking. It’d be fine if she was, but he’d rather know before he made more of a fool out of himself.
“You’ve been very respectful these past two weeks,” she noted observationally, disregarding his silence, and then her eyes lidded, “you can touch me you know.”
He nodded, because that was all he could whilst he tried not to hyperventilate, and although he understood, his arms stayed locked at his sides. Now would’ve been the perfect time to have a cigarette, he needed something for his hands to do. It took her chuckling and moving his arm for him to actually touch her. He instantly missed her palm on his chest but it was short-lived when she moved his hands to sit low on her waist and his fingers twitched on reflex. Her skin was warm and soft and he already wanted to spend his time mapping the flare of her hips.
His attention was caught again when not one but both hands returned to his chest. She leaned in, so close he could count the individual lashes on her eyes and feel her breath warm against his lips.
“Do you want to kiss me?” She all but whispered yet the words echoed in his brain like she’d shouted.
When he met her gaze, all traces of teasing were gone and in its place was something else. It was open and raw and it took him a second to realise it was vulnerability. It was enough to knock the dumbfoundery out of him.
He nodded.
“Yes.”
Even to his own ears he sounded winded.
Her eyes warmed at his response and it might be his new favourite thing to watch.
Their noses brushed, sliding as their heads tilted and he kept his eyes open for a moment longer to watch hers close.
When their lips touched, it felt like time had suspended, the seconds turning into minutes and he was a fool for not using every opportunity up until now to do this. Her lips were soft and he was delicate, savouring the drawn-out kiss to ingrain the moment in his brain.
His lips moved and time restarted as he let a shaky breath through his nostrils. Her hands slid from his chest up to his shoulders and into his hair. He tightened his hold around her, moving from her waist to her back to draw her in and she reciprocated in kind.
They exchanged a series of kisses, from lingering and long to small and sweet. They were finding their tempo and he never wanted to stop.
She tried to pull away and a desperate sound bubbled from his throat as he chased her lips, successfully drawing her into another kiss.
It was short lived when she pulled away properly but he couldn’t be disappointed when their foreheads rested against each other’s and he was treated to the view of a thoroughly kiss Nami. Her lips were slightly swollen and he had to resist the urge go back in.
Instead, he did the next best thing by grazing their noses, rubbing them together and in that moment, he realised it might just be as good as kissing her. Her cheeks flushed prettily and her eyes crinkled and he returned her smile, feeling breathless. She was ethereal.
“I couldn’t figure you out,” she started, fingers curling in his hair at the nape of his neck and his thumb brushed across the dimple on her lower back in encouragement, “I didn’t know if you wanted to take things slow, which is fine, or if you were nervous.”
He was right, she had been testing the waters, trying to figure him out. And when she had, she’d tried to tease him into action.
His eyes flicked back down to her lips when they curled into a smile.
“But then you kept staring and you’re not subtle at all.”
He laughed lightly, looking back at her eyes and apart from amusement, there was a curiosity there.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathed out, like that explained everything and for him, it did. But he continued. “And I’ve wanted this for so long, that I can’t quite believe that I can do this now and I don’t want to mess this up.”
“You’re not going to mess this up. I fell for you how you are and I knew what I was signing up for.” She smiled, genuine and happy.
His nerves had still been there but they were replaced by giddiness at her words.
Feeding from his new found confidence, he brushed the hair from her face like he’d wanted to this whole time, tucking it behind her ear to then cup her jaw. She tilted her head, leaning into his touch and his thumb mapped her cheekbone in a slow caress.
Using his hand, he drew her into a slow kiss and he relished the easy way she responded.
“Besides, now you get act on your thoughts,” she told him, breaking their kiss to give him the news.
Her eyes darkened and before he could respond, she was tugging on his tie to pull him back in. There had been nowhere else for her to move, she was already pressed up against him until he parted his legs and she wasted no time filling the small gap. His thighs bracketed her hips and it was more intimate, it changed the mood between them.
Gone were their sweet kisses and instead, their lips slid together firmly as they found their feet.
So far, their kisses had been closed mouth but when her tongue came out to tease at his lips, he couldn’t hold back the moan from the back of his throat. He’d tasted her oranges before but it didn’t compare to when he tasted it on her.
With one hand on her cheek, the other was at her waist, carefully touching the exposed skin there, already feeling far too risky. Well, until her hand detached from his shoulder to push at the hand on her waist until it sat dangerously as the edge of her bikini.
He was glad for the racking that he could lean on behind him because his legs felt like they’d turned into jelly.
“That’s what you wanted, right?”
He nodded dumbly, brain only producing white noise as his finger flexed across her sensitive skin and she shivered. He felt a shot of adrenaline, he’d caused that reaction - it was almost heady.
“Don’t overthink it, I’ll say if I don’t like something.” And then she was kissing him again.
It was like the gun at the starting line had gone off because there were hands everywhere. His hand was not moving from her breast, not when he’d been given an enthusiastic shove and he’d spent his time cupping her, fingers playing around the sensitives skin and fabric. He drunk down her breathy moans enough times now to know his touch was very welcome.
Her hands were at his shoulders, pushing his jacket out of the way to sit at his elbows and then they were running down his sides, over his shirt to map out his abs. This was not how he’d expected his day to go but he was thrilled at the turn.
It was so hot in the pantry but he couldn’t get enough as they kissed frantically and their hands didn’t know where to go next. He realised belatedly that this was a make out session and kicked himself that they could have been doing this much, much sooner.
As much as he didn’t want to part from her lips, the desire to kiss down her neck was stronger and he was glad he did because her arms tightened around him, trying to merge them into one. He helped when the hand at her jaw skimmed down until it clutched at her rear and he couldn’t imagine anything better than this moment.
Her neck was sensitive going by the sounds she produced and he made it a personal challenge to find a spot better than the last until-
“Little eggplant,” she moaned but then a second later, “Too much?”
“Not from you,” he murmured against the delicate skin of her neck and it was true. He’d settled into that far quicker than he’d expected and honestly, he’d be into any nickname she gave him.
She laughed breathily as it turned into a moan. “We could’ve been doing this for a lot longer,” she panted.
“I’ll make up for lost time, I promise.” And now they were on the same page, he would. He wasn’t missing out on any more of this.
“I’m sure you will.” Her hand was back in his hair, soothingly playing with the strands. “Although I’m not sure how accurate your count was, so maybe we should start again.”
“I’d stopped counting ages ago,” he admitted, pulling away from her neck to look at her.
“Was it around the sugar? That’s when you started getting jumpy.” She kissed him afterwards, short and sweet to let him know she was teasing.
“We can use inventory counting as code for this instead,” he said enthusiastically, wiggling his eyebrows at her as his hand slipped into the back pocket of her jeans. He still felt the thrill when she let him.
“I’m pretty sure half the crew already think that when we’re in the kitchen together. Why do you think we get left alone so much?”
Huh. He hadn’t thought about that. “No complaints here, it means I get you all to myself.”
They were winding down which was probably a good idea considering they’d been in here for quite a while and whilst the crew may give them a wide birth, nothing would stop a rampaging Luffy. Even that threat didn’t stop him from pulling her into one last slow kiss.
She righted his jacket afterwards, smoothing along his shoulders to get rid of any wrinkles and when her hands travelled down his arms, he caught them to hold her hands.
“Would you like to help me with dinner?” He brought one of her hands up to place lingering kiss to the back of it.
She hummed at the move; eyes warm again. “Sure and we can finish the count later.” It sounded like an innocent suggestion but her tone was mischievous.
He couldn’t wait.
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Could you tell I didn’t want this to end?
I love teasing Sanji; he makes it so easy and it’s so fun!
Pleaseee tell me there will be a part two of Freshly Brewed pleaseee
I’ve had someone else ask me and yes, there will be a part two! ✨ I’ve got a lot of ideas at the moment but I’m trying to figure out the end. I might start writing and see if I get inspiration along the way.
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