She/Her | Search #my writing or #my art for all my creative endeavors posted here. I dabble in One Piece, HTTYD, Gravity Falls, Miraculous Ladybug, and Teen Titans. Sometimes I post nsfw but I generally remember to tag it. Thanks for checking me out ;)
I’ve been meaning to make a master post of the writing I’ve posted on Tumblr, and since it was requested now’s as good a time as any, I suppose!
All the stories I’ve posted here are for How to Train Your Dragon/Hiccstrid.
If you are also into the 2003 Teen Titans series from Cartoon Network, I have a lot more chaptered stories and oneshots on fanfic.net, including One Thing Leads to Another (Rob/Star and BB/Rae). Walls, Everything You Want, and Sneak have also been cross-posted over there. Walls, Everything You Want, and Sneak are also on A03.
Walls We Build
Modern AU - College - Rated M
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen | Fifteen | Sixteen | Seventeen | Eighteen | Nineteen | Twenty | Twenty One | Twenty Two | Twenty Three | Twenty Four | Twenty Five | completed
-note: some of the links, I think in chapters four, five, and six? will take you out to fanfic.net, because at the time I couldn’t cross-post on tumblr and I’ve never had the time to update them. Most chapters are the full writing however.
Drawn to You
Soulmate AU - High School - Rated T
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six
Oneshots:
Everything You Want - RTTE - Rated T
Sneak - Movie canon - Rated heavy T
Stand by Me - RTTE Blindsided AU - Rated heavy T
Ghosts of Snoggletogs Past - HTTYD Homecoming - Rated G
Prompts:
“You’re adorable when you’re hot and bothered” - Movie canon - Rated T
“It’s not my fault!” - Modern AU - College - Rated T
Bring that Body my Way - RTTE - Rated T
Truth or Dare - Modern AU - Rated T
Kitty Coffeeshop AU - Modern AU - Rated G
Astrid appreciates shirtless Hiccup - RTTE - Rated T
Skydiving AU (Come Fly with Me) - Modern AU - Rated T
Come Fly with Me Part Two - Modern AU - Rated M
Exploring - RTTE - Rated G
The Betrothal Gift - RTTE - Rated heavy T/ borderline M
Serenade - Movie canon - Rated T
Longest Day - Movie canon - Rated PG/Hint of T
High School BFFs - Modern AU - Rated heavy T
The Bet - Movie Canon/Httyd3 - Rated T
Pillow Knives - Married Hiccstrid drabble - Rated T
I’ve been absorbed in One Piece for the past half a year and I feel like writing fic was sort of inevitable because I can’t change who I am apparently!
And who I am is playing with my dolls and making them kiss ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Sanji is my favorite character, love whatever is wrong with him, so let’s put the blond man into some situations :)
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A stop at an island to restock on the way to Zou turns serious when the Straw Hats run into Marines. When Sanji shields Nami from a Marine’s bullet, she is left to confront her feelings for their crew’s cook.
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”SANJI!!”
It takes her several agonizing moments to realize the shrill scream ringing in her ears is coming from her own mouth. A spray of blood hits her face as she falls, his body dropping to the ground in front of her.
It only took seconds for things to turn south. A simple stop to restock their food and stores at an island on the way to Zou turned into a skirmish with the Marines. While she had been distracted setting up a Thunderbolt Tempo with her Clima-Tact, a Marine centered her in his scope and pulled the trigger before she could even react. One moment she saw smoke and heard the loud crack of certain pain and probable death, the next second Sanji had pushed her out of the way, taking the hit to his upper chest. He hadn’t even been near her at all, how did he get there so fast?
She can’t waste precious seconds processing what happened as Marines begin advancing, so she tugs him to his feet, supporting him as they scramble into an alley, trying to secure cover from the fire. He collapses against the wall, swearing under his breath.
“You idiot,” Nami hisses, tears already lining her eyes as she sees blood rapidly staining his white dress shirt under his suit coat. He groans and tries to stand.
“Don’t you dare!” she screeches, pushing on his shoulders. He grunts in pain and sits, patting down his pockets for a cigarette out of habit.
“Sanji, you can’t smoke right now! What if it hit your lungs?” Nami scolds, slapping his hand.
Trying to remember Chopper’s rundown on first aid in the field, something about hissing sounds and sucking chest wounds? She pulls back Sanji’s collar and applies pressure on the entry point, which seeps an alarming amount of blood between her fingers. She whips her head around, searching the battle wildly for Chopper.
His large form is a few yards away from them, swiping at a few enemies.
“Chopper!” she screams. “Chopper, Sanji’s hurt!”
Chopper and Brook turn their heads, hearing her panicked tone across the court yard. Chopper fights off a handful of Marines, tossing them aside, and immediately lumbers toward them.
“What happened?” Chopper asks, seeing the tears in Nami’s eyes.
“He was shot,” Nami says, opening his shirt to show Chopper the blood, her fingers still covering the wound underneath his left collarbone.
“I’m fine, it’s not that bad,” Sanji coughs stubbornly, not sounding the least bit convincing, but he doesn’t try to get up again. “A single bullet isn’t going to take me out. I can still fight.”
“That looks bad to me, Sanji. You should not fight in this condition,” Chopper says bluntly. He looks over at Nami. “I need to get him back to the Sunny before he bleeds out. If he loses too much, he has a rare blood type and we probably won’t find a donor, especially when this island is occupied by Marines.”
Nami gasps. “Is he gonna be alright?”
“Depends on what it hit in there,” Chopper says grimly. “It looks high enough that it might not have punctured his lungs, but I won’t know for sure until I examine him. I can do some minor surgical procedures, but I’m not a surgeon like Law is, so this could be really bad.”
In his heavy point form, he picks up Sanji and tries not to jostle him, instructing Nami to keep applying pressure as best she can when they run.
She peeks out the opening of the alley, spying the clouds she made, ready to strike. Staying between the buildings, she calls down the lightning with her free hand, satisfied when it takes out a bunch of Marines, including the bastard who shot at her.
“Brook!” Chopper shouts. “Can you back us up?”
“Leave the rest to me, my friend! There’s only a few left to contend with. Nami, take care of Sanji,” Brook calls, nodding firmly at her. “I can handle things here.”
She doesn’t need to be told twice, sprinting alongside Chopper as they make a getaway to the island’s harbor where the Sunny is docked.
Nami sniffles as Chopper takes Sanji to his office and has her wait outside. She feels helpless, sinking to her knees and rubbing her face with shaky hands, unaware she is smearing his blood across her cheeks. She hates losing her composure like this, but survivor’s guilt squeezes her heart. She would be the one lying on Chopper’s infirmary bed right now if not for Sanji.
Why did he do that? He just appeared out of nowhere and took the bullet meant for her without a single nanosecond of hesitation. Sanji makes grandiose declarations of love to her all the time, but she never takes him quite seriously, not to this extent. He fawns over every pretty girl he comes across; Nami just dismisses his behavior as Sanji being Sanji.
Still, they have grown closer since the crew came back together; she spends more time with him than she does anyone else on the ship. The more they hang out with just the two of them, the more he treats her like a friend and less like an object of his desire. He still does considerate things for her like always, but it’s casual, more meaningful to her than all the exuberant gestures.
She can pinpoint exactly when the nature of their friendship changed. She lost a drinking contest with Zoro (so stupid, she should’ve known better, he beat her by one shot) and the bet was doing the dishes for a week (the literal worst punishment Zoro could think of, since the loser would be forced to have extended contact with the stupid cook). Said cook was overjoyed at having her undivided attention for an entire week, not to mention help with all the dishes, and Nami sucked it up because a bet was a bet.
What she didn’t expect was to enjoy Sanji’s company as much as she did. She used to cook for the boys prior to Sanji joining the crew, so she knew her way around a kitchen, but she found it fun to learn new techniques from him as he prepared food for everyone. He helped with the dishes too, and even told her he would do them all anyway and he’d lie if Zoro ever asked. Nami had too much pride for that, but it was nice that he dried the dishes for her.
After the week was up, Sanji was quiet and subdued on the last day of her bet imposed kitchen duty. It wasn’t any sort of secret that he cared about her (but not more than any other pretty girl he comes across… right?) and she even found herself sad about the end of the arrangement.
The bright smile on Sanji’s face rivaled the sun when she turned up the next day. She made up some ridiculous excuse to be there and Sanji wholeheartedly accepted it without acknowledging Nami’s thinly veiled attempt to spend more time in the kitchen. She had to admit that was pretty smooth of him.
Nami isn’t sure why Sanji’s behavior toward beautiful women is… the way it is, but once he calmed down and had more normal conversations with her, his good qualities were able to shine. He is charming, down to earth, clever and quick-witted. It’s not that she didn’t recognize these qualities about him previously, but it was easy to dismiss them underneath his more extreme tendencies.
In the past it frustrated her when he acted like he couldn’t see anything other than her pretty exterior, but once she experienced his actual personality, appreciating his pretty exterior quickly followed.
Anyone with eyes would say that Sanji is objectively handsome (if he doesn’t open his stupid mouth), but after their friendship blossomed she started noticing butterflies in her stomach when he’d look at her with more than surface level infatuation. Sometimes when he’d say her name, in a serious tone, shivers would race down her spine.
It infuriated her at first. She wasn’t supposed to develop a crush, especially not on Sanji of all people! How the hell was she supposed to navigate this? So he made her laugh a few times and his fingers brushed hers as he accepted wet dishes to dry and he didn’t use that goofy over-the-top voice when he said her name once in the past week. It didn’t mean anything!
So what if she spends more time in the kitchen with him, chatting and drawing maps at the table while he simmers and sautés.
So what if she finds herself sitting next to him more often, seeking him out instead of avoiding him, laughing at his jokes rather than rolling her eyes. Blushing when he catches her gaze and smiles at her.
Now, he is behind the door bleeding out in Chopper’s office after protecting her.
It isn’t the first time he has done something like this. On Skypiea, he stayed behind alone and allowed Enel to attack him so she and Usopp could escape.
Chopper told her how he attempted to save her from that sham wedding on Thriller Bark while she was unconscious; no wonder Absalom was so easy to defeat when she woke up. She also discovered that Sanji took a knife to the back for her during that fight. He never breathed a word to her that any of it had occurred, if not for Chopper she would have never known.
This confuses her, wouldn’t he brag about it if he were trying to score points with her? A lesser man definitely would have.
How many other times has he done things for her when she wasn’t aware?
She still gets the chills thinking about the incident just a few days ago when Sanji arrived just in time to save her from Doflamingo. The look on his face in what could have been his last moments as he told her and the rest of the crew to flee makes her heart ache. If not for Law’s sudden appearance to whisk Sanji away using his devil fruit powers, she shudders to think about the gruesome ways Doflamingo could have killed him with his ruthless strings.
Out of all of them, he is the most concerned crewmate over her safety and wellbeing at all times. How could she have possibly known his priorities were deeper than the shallow assumption he just thinks she is hot?
Nami knows she is beautiful, she receives attention from the opposite sex all the time. She didn’t think Sanji’s intentions were any more noble than some drunk scallywag at the bar and she’s heard every line imaginable.
Except those drunk scallywags aren’t taking bullets for her.
Or keeping an eye on her every battle to ensure she makes it to the other side unharmed.
Sanji brings her tea and the new tangerine dessert he has been perfecting just for her, forgoing his own sleep and keeping her company while she works on maps late into the night, when he normally rises at dawn for breakfast prep.
Sanji serves her food and drink that he’s made specially for her, that he’s spent hours creating, completely to her personal tastes. It’s always fantastic.
Sanji shows up in her dreams lately, a phantom lover in passionate embraces that leave her aching between her thighs when she awakes.
Those ones rattle her the most, her subconscious forcing her to acknowledge what her heart (and other parts of her) already knows. Nami is pragmatic and strategic, self sufficient and confident. She doesn’t need a man, the very idea is preposterous.
…But what if she wants one? She would die before she let a man dictate her life ever again (captain’s orders an exception, of course, she is a pirate after all) but Sanji is different than most men.
If she told him to jump he’d ask how high. If she wanted his companionship he’d stay at her side faithfully, if she requested anything of him he’d put forth his whole self to fulfill it.
He is a bit of a flirt and a skirt chaser, which has been a detriment to giving him a chance, but she’s positive she could refocus all that energy so he’s only flirting and chasing her skirt. She has to admit he treats her differently. He might lose his composure around beautiful women but there’s another level in his devotion to her.
If she is truly honest with herself, she enjoys all the attention he gives her, even when he’s being silly. He’s told her she’s special, more than once. He could be given a chance to prove it…
She stands up on shaky legs and heads to the bathroom in a daze to wash his blood off her trembling hands. He doesn’t need to prove anything, he already has. He proves it again and again day after day that he is a good man.
Sanji is known for his kindness and refuses to harm women. He would do anything to protect the ones he loves; he even protects total strangers sometimes who don’t deserve it. Nami admires that about him, even if it distresses her when he puts himself in harm’s way.
It takes a close call to remind her they don’t have all the time in the world and there are no certainties in the life of a pirate, especially in the New World. Luffy is a top target of the Marines and other pirates; they are guaranteed to have tough battles ahead.
In the mirror she touches the splatter of his blood blending in with the freckles on her cheeks and the tears pool in her eyes again. She’s reminded of all the selfless things he’s done for her, for their crew, for all the people they’ve saved, and wonders why she didn’t allow herself to see this sooner.
Self-preservation and elective solitude make for a lonely coping method. If she doesn’t get close to people, then they don’t need to die for her.
Sanji doesn’t seem to have any self-preservation at all, and his chain smoking habit in response to stress is even less healthy than her coping method. He’s doing worse than she is and it worries her.
Nami has all the confidence and faith in herself, and a strong sense of self-worth. It’s how she survives. Sanji seems like he has confidence, but some of his personality traits betray that notion. Nami hasn’t really thought deeply about it before, but in light of the situation going down in Chopper’s office, Sanji might have way more going on under the surface than she realized.
It’s troublesome… she knows with absolute certainty that every Straw Hat would do what it takes to save their crewmates, but there’s a difference in how Sanji seems to sacrifice himself so willingly.
It’s a conversation they need to have. Why doesn’t he regard his own safety, why is he so quick to throw his own life away for the sake of others?
The thought of losing him devastates her. She didn’t realize it, but he has become one of her closest friends. Moving on without him is not an option.
She cleans the last traces of his blood from her skin and tries to tamp down on her distress; Chopper is an excellent doctor and Sanji is in the best hands (hooves) possible.
She checks in on Momonosuke and Caesar, who appear to have fallen asleep while they were watching over the Sunny as the Straw Hats went into town. She takes her place guarding the door to Chopper’s office, lonely and forlorn while she looks around his empty kitchen, where he normally would be right now serving dinner. She hugs her knees, hearing Chopper’s hooves clack on the floor as he works. She loses track of time, lost in her tumultuous thoughts as the daylight fades to dark, but finally Chopper emerges.
She stands up too quickly and wobbles on her feet, using the wall to stabilize herself. “How is he?” she asks, her voice tight.
Chopper looks weary and his hooves are covered in blood, but he gives Nami a small reassuring smile.
“Thankfully the bullet missed his lungs. I’ve controlled the bleeding, he’ll be alright as long as he doesn’t develop an infection. He’s still under a mild sedative right now, but you can go and see him if you want.”
Nami breathes a huge sigh of relief and gives Chopper a grateful hug. “Thank you for saving him.”
The lights are dim as Nami enters, approaching the bed where Sanji lies motionless, his face pale and his breathing raspy. His top half is bare aside from the dressings Chopper applied.
Chopper had clearly focused on getting the wound under control rather than clean up, because a decent amount of blood is still smeared all over Sanji’s chest. Nami’s heart pains at the sight of it, every drop spilled a love letter to her survival.
Chopper comes back with wet towels, intending to finish handling the blood. Nami offers to do it and Chopper hands over the towels without saying a word, quietly closing the door behind him. She begins wiping Sanji’s skin, careful not to disturb the bandages. She tenderly brushes some of his hair out of his eyes.
Sanji stirs, and his hand reaches up and grabs her wrist. “Nami…”
She stops. “You’re awake, huh. You… you absolute idiot,” she admonishes, voice wobbly and eyes watery with tears. “Why did you do that? You are so lucky it didn't hit your lungs or your heart. You could’ve died, Sanji!”
His voice is gravelly, his eyes still closed, but he answers. “Would rather die than live in a world without you.”
Nami’s heart skips a beat, and she slides her hand into Sanji’s. Her fingers are still trembling, his grip is loose and she notes his fingers are cold. “Don’t say something like that! You shouldn’t… you shouldn’t have taken that shot for me, how do you think I’d feel losing you?!”
“There is never a universe in which I’d let you take a hit if I could prevent it. I want you to live.”
The tears break free and streak down her face. “I want you to live too, stupid!” She clenches his hand. “You’re not even thinking about how I’d feel if you died for me, right in front of me. If I had to go through life with the burden on my heart that I’m still here and you’re gone. You can’t be so reckless like that, not when I— I care about you too much.”
Oh these are big feelings she is feeling, ones she isn’t ready to face just yet.
He cracks open his eyes and turns his head to look at her. “I’ll lay down my life for you a thousand times, Nami. That’s just the way it is.”
“Stop, you deserve to live too, you can’t just throw your life away for me. We need you. I need you.”
She gasps at her own admission, clutching Sanji’s hand to her chest.
Her words echo into the silence that follows. She sniffles.
Sanji doesn’t say anything, but gently tugs her hand. She crawls onto the bed with him, burying her face into his uninjured shoulder. He places a soft kiss into her hair.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“Always, Nami,” he answers quietly.
She can’t help it, tears leak down her cheek and drop onto his skin.
He wipes them from her cheekbone with his thumb. “Don’t cry for me, it’s okay.”
“It’s not okay, Sanji. We could’ve lost you.” She’s overwhelmed and her emotions are a jumbled mess. She doesn’t know how to convey that this whole experience has triggered so much more in her than concern over an injury, that one gunshot shattered the bottle she stores her deep dark griefs in and she’s left looking at all the spilled carnage. It’s him, it’s the way this situation eerily parallels her past, it’s everything all rolled into one emotional lump catching in her throat.
“Nami, we would’ve lost you,” his voice cracks. “I’ve never had this happen before but I saw it. It would’ve killed you and even just the sight of that possibility will haunt me forever. I wasn’t close to you, I was even further away from the gunman, all I could do was skywalk as fast as I could to push you aside and pray that it would be enough.”
Fear creeps through her chest and her arm tightens around his waist; she forgot Sanji has observation haki. While she can’t fathom how it works, it’s sobering to hear his account, knowing that she truly would’ve been killed and Sanji saw it happen in his mind.
She lays her hand flat on his chest over his sternum, feeling his heart beat underneath her palm and she’s overwhelmed with gratitude that it’s still ticking and he’s alive and there isn’t even a scratch on her body due to his sacrifice. She props herself up on her elbow to gaze into his face and a stray tear sneaks down her cheek.
She can’t think of anything else except conveying how thankful she is to him, how much she appreciates him.
Before she can talk herself out of it, she leans forward and impulsively presses her lips to his. He freezes, shocked at first and not expecting it. It takes him a moment to react and she almost falters, but just before she can pull away he kisses her back. His fingers cup the nape of her neck and his thumb rests on her cheekbone as her hair cascades down to the pillow around them. His lips are soft against hers but just a hint chilled, the scruff of his beard brushes against her chin, and Nami feels a pleasant tingle spread through her chest.
She may have started the kiss but Sanji leads it, her head growing fuzzy as his mouth moves against hers with the perfect amount of pressure, and the longer he captures her the less she wants the kiss to end. She wants more.
She opens her mouth a bit and lets her tongue run against his lower lip, their breaths mingling together. That is all it takes, the passion ignites like gunpowder. The kiss ramps up into a heated exchange; she grants him access and his tongue meets hers. They break apart to catch their breath, panting and diving back in together.
She slides her fingers into his hair, his fingertips sink into her waist. At some point she straddles his hips to get a better angle and he grips her thighs tightly. His hands creep up to the hem of her skirt and she places her palms on his stomach.
She honestly can’t remember ever sharing a kiss this good, tingles sparkling in her fingertips, her toes, her teeth, her swollen lips. Primal urges take over higher thought and her hips rock into him. He groans into her mouth and bucks his own hips into her involuntarily, then hisses as the abrupt movement tugs at his wound.
Nami sits up with a flurry of apologies, fussing over his bandage. He tells her not to worry about it, clearly looking to start back up where they left off, just in case she changes her mind.
He squeezes her thighs and she’s pleased to feel his hands have warmed up some, no longer chilly like they were before.
“Am I dreaming? Did I actually die and go to heaven?”
She laughs at his comment, leaning down and resting her face in the crook of his neck. He smells so good, a hint of leftover cologne under his jaw and she inhales it, peppering kisses along his throat. His hands map her sides, running along the dip of her waist and over the curve of her hips.
She travels back to his mouth for more kisses, not having her fill of him yet, and he enthusiastically responds. Satisfaction and a sense of peace floods her chest, resting behind her sternum. Something she had been missing clicks into place, the resolution to all those spicy dreams she’s been having lately.
She surfaces for air, panting heavily, and their gazes meet. She smiles, but he doesn’t. Instead he reaches for a lock of hair, tucking it behind her ear.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
That kind of compliment, coming from him… A shiver slinks down her spine. Serious Sanji is doing all sorts of things for her, and she wishes he had been this way from the start, it wouldn’t have taken them so long to get here.
“Sanji,” she says softly. His hand cups her cheek, and she tilts her head into it. “You sure it’s not just the sedatives talking,” she tries to joke.
“I’d never lie to you.” Not even a hint of a smirk on his face, he is completely serious. “Every day I get to spend with you is the happiest day of my life.”
“Okay, don’t over do it,” she says with a smile, shaking her head.
Sanji turns his face from her with a small sigh and closes his eyes. When he opens them, his gaze is far away. “I know you don’t understand, but it’s the truth. I’ve never been happier than being a part of this crew. Especially with you.”
Nami ponders on that as he looks deep in thought. She doesn’t know much about his life prior to meeting him at the Baratie, and the crew was only filled in on how he and Zeff came to be, which was tragic enough. It seems there may be more lurking in his past than he has shared.
She can’t blame him though. The Straw Hat Crew has given each of them a chance to forge a new path, and redefine what family means to them. Each and every one of them trusts the crew with their lives, but pasts have a way of coming back to haunt them. If Sanji doesn’t want to divulge details about his life prior to the Baratie he doesn’t have to, but it piques her curiosity. What has he suffered through?
“Hey,” she says quietly, to get his attention. “Are you okay?”
He turns his head back to her, and a serene smile appears on his lips. “I’m just glad I’m here with you.”
She gives him a sweet, slow kiss. “I’m glad you’re here, too,” she says, fondly rubbing her hand on his chest. As she leans in for another kiss, the door opens. Nami gasps and sits up.
“Nami! What are you doing on top of Sanji, he needs to rest!” Chopper exclaims, hurrying in.
Scarlet floods Nami’s face at being caught, but Chopper is so innocent he doesn’t seem to realize what he’s intruded upon. She sheepishly gets down from her perch.
Chopper surveys Sanji’s chest. “Were you trying to clean him up? He’s still got blood on him.”
“Oh, yeah! I was just trying to finish,” Nami says casually, and Sanji flashes her an incredulous look behind Chopper’s back. She picks up a towel and wipes at him, a little brisker than necessary.
Sanji grimaces and bares it, giving Chopper a painful smile and a thumbs up. “Don’t worry, Chopper, Nami is the best nurse I could ever ask for! Ow, watch it!”
“Can it, you’re fine you big baby!”
Chopper watches this exchange with a blank expression as Nami slaps Sanji’s hand out of the way. He grins. “Okay well looks like you’ve got things handled in here! Brook has returned and he’s got our stuff too, so we’re going to set sail. Sanji, I want you to stay in my office overnight so I can monitor you. I’m sure you’ll be fine but I also want to manage your pain. Hopefully we don’t have trouble in the next few days because this type of wound needs down time to recover. You’ll be prone to infection and that is bad news.”
Sanji frowns. “What about dinner, I can’t let the crew go without eating something—”
“I can cook for everyone,” Nami says. “Don’t worry about it, Sanji.”
“We’re fine for tonight, Brook picked up some hot food before he left town.” Chopper turns to Nami. “Franky built in some cots in that storage closet over there for multiple patients. You could sleep on one, if you want to keep Sanji company.”
Nami considers his offer. “Thanks, I’ll take a look.”
“Get some rest, both of you!” Chopper says as he leaves and closes the door.
“You don’t need a cot,” Sanji says immediately. “This is big enough for two.”
“And what if Chopper comes back,” Nami smiles. She switches to a clean towel and continues to wipe up the rest of the blood on his chest, more tenderly this time.
“He’ll have no idea. Make something else up, he’ll probably believe it.”
She finishes with one last swipe of the towel, placing the soiled ones in the sink and running cold water over them. “You’re terrible,” she chuckles, coming back to his side.
“You’re also better at lying than I am.” He takes her hand in his and gently pulls. “Come back to bed, Nami.”
A thrill of pleasure swoops between her legs at his sultry tone and she allows him to tug her back onto the bed with him. He lays his head on her chest, and she runs her fingers through his hair, soft and slow, as his head rises and falls with her steady breathing.
There are so many worse ways this day could have turned out; she would have been gone in a shotgun flash if not for the man cuddled up with her. Nami knows she isn’t good at expressing her more vulnerable emotions and she keeps her heart guarded closely to her chest. Sanji wears all his emotions on his sleeve, even when he’s stoic and silent, and maybe she could learn a thing or two from him.
There is one last lingering thing that burns in her chest, something she can’t ignore. She could leave all this alone, act like nothing happened tomorrow and go back to status quo in their friendship. The hurt on his face would be awful to bear, but she could do it, for her own self preservation. She doesn’t want to, she wants to give this a try, she really does, but she needs reassurance.
“Sanji…”
“What is it?” He sounds satisfied and sleepy. The sedative must still be circulating in his system. That or he’s quite comforted with how close his face is to her chest currently.
“If we… if you and me are…” How does she word this without sounding ridiculously insecure. She’s the least insecure person alive, but this one thing…
“If we are?”
She sighs, impatient with herself. Just get on with it. “If you and I become a thing, I don’t like to share. Can you control yourself?”
Sanji’s eyebrows raise. “Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”
“Yes. Answer the question.”
“Nami.” He tries to lean up on his elbow to face her, but that is a bad idea. He falls back, mutters an expletive, and instead guides her face with a hand on her cheek to look her in the eyes. “I swear to you, there is no woman on this earth that could separate me from you. You are everything I’ve ever wanted.”
“You understand why I’m asking, don’t you?”
“I do. And I’m telling you, I have no need for anyone other than you, if you’ll have me.”
She reiterates one more time. “I’m just making sure. You’re notorious, you know that, right?”
Sanji grins sheepishly. “That’s because I haven’t been locked down yet, I have no need for a wandering eye if it’s focused on you.”
Nami gives him a half-lidded stare. “Fishman Island.”
Sanji winces. “Okay… that’s not fair.”
“I’m not going to tolerate shenanigans. And you are the king of shenanigans.”
“I will happily give up my crown, Nami-swan. I swear my loyalty to you, my queen.” He kisses the back of her hand for good measure.
“Okay, don’t get cheesy with it,” she laughs, rolling her eyes. “If you promise—”
“I promise on my life.”
“Yeah, I can definitely see that,” she deadpans, shaking her head. “You saved my life today, and I am so grateful for that. If you hadn’t done what you did, this could’ve had a terrible outcome, and we are so lucky that it all turned out okay. But… I can’t watch another person I care about die for me, right in front of my eyes. I want us both to be okay and I don’t want you to sacrifice yourself so easily. Please Sanji, stay alive for me.” She clutches his hand as she pleads, tears collecting in the corner of her eyes.
Belle-mère.
By the light of recognition in Sanji’s eyes, it seems he understands perfectly. “Nami… yes. I get it. I won’t be reckless in the future. I want every minute I have to live this life with you.” He squeezes her hand back.
“Good,” she whispers. “I don’t want to lose you.”
“You won’t,” he answers. He gently pulls her in for a kiss, like sealing an oath, one they both know he won’t be able to keep. For now, she lets it rest and stays in the moment, because it’s all they have.
Sanji lays his head back down on her chest and she resumes carding her fingers through his soft hair. It doesn’t take long for both of them to drift off peacefully.
The door creaks open and Chopper checks in on his patient. Sanji has some color back in his cheeks, his stitches look good and his bandages have minimal blood on them so there’s no need to wake him.
Chopper fetches a blanket from the linen closet and covers them up, to keep them warm. He chuckles and shakes his head.
“It’s about time, you two. Looks like Zoro is gonna owe Robin some money.”
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Just wanted to mention that I took a little artistic liberty with Sanji’s observation haki. I was thinking something similar occurred like when Luffy saw that Mihawk would cut off his hands in Marineford and he changed his attack.
Also, it would be wild to contemplate how Whole Cake Island would go if Sanji and Nami had started a relationship right before it. “I don’t want to lose you” - “You won’t” OUCH. They have no idea what’s coming 🥲
Anyway hope you liked this and had fun playing with my dolls with me ;)
⚔ "You don't know that sword. It's cursed. The Sandai Kitetsu is third in a lineage of magnificent but ill-fated swords. Even renowned swordsmen who wield a Kitetsu blade all meet a tragic end."
⚔ "How about we test what's stronger. My will, or the sword’s curse?"
bestie boo, let me fill you in on something: if you're going to take any part of 'good grammar' and randomly assign it to She's A Witch! AI, you might as well give up. It's over. You're cooked. Anyone who has spent the last decade or more learning to type properly, anyone who has spent any time writing articles/papers/essays that require you to use 'good grammar' is going to fall into that 'oh no it might be AI' trap.
Stop hunting like it's 1692. You're not going to find Goody Proctor at the ChatGPT sacrament. What you're going to do is exactly what happened back then: harming people who've done nothing wrong.
I imagine in opla when the crew meets ace and everyone is surprised usopp (or someone like that) will be like "Damn luffy has a brother? Whats next Sanji has secret siblings??" *Sanji sweating nervously*
nami probably: so luffy’s grandfather is a vice admiral of the marines and his brother is fire first ace does anyone else have any surprise and potentially dangerous family members they wanna spring on us
sanji: avoiding her gaze and sweating nervously nope not at all
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Console. I have so many fond memories of playing Super Mario Brothers 🥲 also playing Mortal Kombat with the aforementioned cousin who was good at Balderdash in the other question. He would put blood mode on and it made me so uncomfortable because I was pretty little but I also had a lot fun playing with him. He was always Sub Zero or Scorpion and he’d mop the floor with me every match. He taught me how to swear while we were playing lol. I was in second grade, it was great.
What game do you associate most strongly with a specific time in your life?
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Playing Uno with my mom as a kid. You had to watch her like a hawk because she would put down a card that was completely the wrong color and number to see if she could get away with it lol. You’d look back through the pile of cards and find all the moments where she cheated! She was always silly about it though so I never got mad.
We had a lot of playful arguments over Monopoly too, because if she landed on your property and you didn’t notice, she would sneak away on her next turn and wouldn’t pay the rent to you. My dad used to get so mad because he’d never notice when she’d land on his properties and said she was cheating by not automatically paying. Don’t worry Monopoly wasn’t a home wrecker in this case they’re still married and we still laugh about it 😄
In honor of the second season of the live action One Piece series, a small Luffy. I binge watched it in one day. I think it’s so good. Episode 7 did it for me. I also love how they managed to keep the charm of One Piece.
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I just know "I'm not hungry" broke Sanji's heart. The idea of him spending four days straight ("i've been here the whole time") trying over and over again to make something she'd eat and failing is killing me. That has to be like his worst nightmare.
I had an epiphany during this ep that the man hasn't slept because he was going through his mother's sickness and death all over again. He probably hasn't slept that much in the last few days and it's destroying him. (And then a few eps later...)
