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Sometimes, when I try to look ahead, all I see is back.

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LoveHungered:  an independent, private, selective & canon divergent roleplay blog for Vinsmoke 'Black Leg' Sanji from Eiichiro Oda's One Piece - animanga & live action based. Sauteéd by Nadia  (  she / her, GMT, 30+  ).  Crossover, alternate verses & OC friendly. Low to medium activity, always accepting memes & loves plotting. Beta editor. Discord available to mutuals upon request. Est. 10 / 2023.

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[nicoyarobin]

[lovehungered]

Expectantly looks at your muse as it draws closer to midnight... ♡~ ('ε\\\ )

[abreca]

staring, yearning, a mossball's intentions can be hard to catch for the untrained brow

[kaizokugaris]

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Important artwork courtesy of @eddapoetic

[evilanew]

❝ You know who I am? Then skip the next few paragraphs. For those whom I have not met before, I want this to be 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱. ❞ [ ❁ ]

[lovehungered]

// Been really looking forward to seeing Nusjuro's bakotsu form in action ever since I first saw fanart before even knowing who the gorosei were. The way I have him and Rayleigh rotating in my mind like rotisserie chicken - I just really enjoy old men who are great with a sword.

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// Coolest pup that's ever graced my algorithm, so I had to share ♡

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" so, um... i might have possibly accidentally tipped the entire jar of cayenne pepper into the soup... and by might have, i mean definitely. "

@duunswitch ♡

ㅤㅤHe thinks it’s a joke at first, the cook having barely looked away from the immediate area before the tentative voice pipes up, the remark hinting at inadvertent  inattentiveness on his behalf, line of vision darting over the space before falling onto the pot being gestured to. While he preferred to take care of preparations himself, the Strawhat didn’t mind a little assistance from time-to-time when others offered, enjoying the additional company while getting to know the helper. There was definitely an angrier hue present about the aromatic liquid  (  oh zut  ),  a colour that deepened as the bubbles pop at the surface, residual remnants of the offending powder present due to the soup having not been overly stirred.  “ Uh, don’t worry about it… ”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe casual nature of the words aren’t quite reflected with the strain upon the syllables, a sentiment that doesn’t match the pensive expression worn by the blond, a spoon grasped to scoop the visible clumps of spice aside.  “ I'm making a few dishes for everyone. We can use some of this as a dipping sauce to accompany one of them— ”  Head rapidly canting to one side in consideration, steadfast steps head towards the fridge, retrieving a sizeable tub of plain yoghurt to mix in. A grin ticks into place nonetheless, considering how differing islands seemed to enjoy such variable flavour profiles.  “ Then again, they might like this kinda thing in Dressrosa. ”

[astradecays]

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If I can't get made, never fading out Gonna start a fire, short fuse while I take hits Tough times get by, never had a doubt Gonna set fire to the world with a matchstick If I don't make it, I'm taking the world with me Swimming in kerosene, I'm taking everything

[dreamy-xo-deactivated20260209]

i think ive moved beyond yearning into something even more humiliating

[crucifor]

01. gently brushing the other's hair out of their face to tuck behind their ear. (Croc) / @lovehungered

ㅤㅤㅤsir crocodile was not a gentle man — and not one for gentle affections either. the vast majority of his bed fellows were given cursory attentions at best in the aftermath, and from them he received the same in turn. but with mr. prince — each exchange had taken on a vastly different tone. there was no escaping sanji's unerringly affectionate aftercare — no wriggling himself free of a few gentle touches here and there, sheets turned down before he'd even requested it, or a meal made with hawkeye's freshest tomatoes turning up on the table long before midnight. it was disconcerting. it made him suspicious. and the worst part of it all — was crocodile quite enjoyed the little attentions.

ㅤㅤㅤsanji couldn't know that though.

ㅤㅤㅤhe's enraptured in some report or another, seated on the sofa in the dim lighting of his office as the moon has reached high in the sky. reptilian gaze scans the numbers with precision afforded to years of practice, and he flips the page the same time he swears sanji materializes next to him, those suit clad legs ( crocodile notices, with a curl of pleasure low in his gut, the young man is wearing one of the ensembles he's purchased for him ) folding neatly on the cushions, and elegant fingers coming for his face. once — crocodile would've snapped. once — he would've drained sanji where he sat. but now he barely even flinches, only looks up when he feels the other tucking a strand of plum black hair that had come free from his neat styling behind a ear. a grunt is his response ( an appropriate thank you, the gift was in letting himself be fussed over at all ), before he reaches around sanji to stab out his cigar in the nearby ashtray. on his way back, he notches his thumb and forefinger beneath the cook's chin — and tilts his head up with careful consideration.

ㅤㅤㅤtheir gazes clash, the desert king hums, staring down at his companion's pretty face with incalculable thoughts. ❝ getting bored? ❞ his voice is smoky, gravel coated from the cigar and danger. sanji had been without his direct attention for quite a few hours, but his affection never came at a cost either, much to crocodile's chagrin. still. the gesture made him itch — and now he wanted to touch in turn. so he does, sliding his broad thumb over lips kiss-stained only hours prior.

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ㅤㅤThe building and its grounds are sprawling, hidden nooks and crannies awaiting their respective discovery at the discretion of the man’s leisurely gait, opposing watchful eyes about the space peering at the Strawhat and yet seemingly doing little to deter him. Given a disinclination to overly engage with this apparently esteemed  ‘ guest ’,  their forced figurative distance and lack of familiarity makes it evident that they silently search for an ulterior motive for his ongoing presence in a similar vein as their boss, efforts that Sanji made a point of not reciprocating with, hands delved within the depths of pockets  (  comportement distant à son tour  )  with blunt and curt responses negating any satisfaction to glean anything useful. But these meandering walks with a searching gaze repeatedly brought the cook to an area which seemed a little more lived-in, a differing and somewhat brooding style of decors about the space, a stark contrast compared to some rooms the blond had been privy to where Crocodile frequented.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤVegetation aside, bottles of wine were perused, a curled brow raising in surprise given some of the vintages, rarities alluding to the possibility that this collection, in fact, belonged to the world’s greatest swordsman… a factor that doesn’t stop Sanji from grasping the neck of one of the beverages to take with him, a greater sense of purpose present about the blond’s trajectory while treading back to where the journey had begun  (  retour à l’endroit où l’amante de l’homme était toujours préoccupée  ).  Beneath the thickened haze of smoke and dimmed lighting, Crocodile’s calculative eyes lap up the inked figures from the page in a manner akin to all encompassing dunes meticulously rolling over an oasis, momentary pauses giving way for an engulfing deluge of understanding - barring a certain insignia, the cook doesn’t have a clue what the other’s looking at and doesn’t particularly care within that instant, soundless steps bringing him to delicately hover, the gentle contact proffered scantly tangible  (  les ailes d’un papillon de nuit effleurant un pétale  ).

ㅤㅤThe ghost of a smile plays on Sanji’s lips while basking in the newfound attention, promptly making himself comfortable with the fold of pliant limbs, the shift of his frame causing for a glimmer of light to spark against aureate hued metal. It’d be rude not to wear the gifts bestowed upon him during such visits, but every now and again, the cook takes his chances to mismatch some items, a double barred tie pin missing one of the segments, instead paired with another entirely - it stands out like a glaring infraction for those with an awareness for finer details, the deeper contrasting tint of a suit of Byzantium purple creating a silent visual klaxon, the blond wearing it like a broken yet goading badge of pride  (  il a ses raisons  ). There’s barely a flinch as they draw closer, glaucous gaze inching across the immediacy of strong features, the coveted scent of the cigar comfortably engulfing senses and willingly taken in. The wine is set aside on a nearby table, avoidant of the surface’s ornate edges to hinder the potential for an undesirable accident.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“ Depends. Should I be? ”  A singular note of breathy laughter manifests between the few syllables, the formation of a lopsided grin edging into place with the other’s question, the gesture dampening a tone of provocation  (  ce dernier souvent adopté pour l’amusement du cuisinier  ).  “ I got curious. This place— ”  The words are cut off as lips are suddenly confronted with the touch, naturally parting with a sudden stillness imposed by a sharp intake of breath, a ladened weight bearing down upon the blond’s chest with an uptick in the tumult of his heart. There’s the consideration of acting upon this, the desire to take things up a notch always present within the unfettered ribbons of Sanji’s lovelorn periphery. But he instead softly mutters against the splay of the large digit, an air of indifference betrayed by the rapid flush about the pirate’s visage, a contentious storm present within the depths of his gaze.  “ It’s huge. You always stay on this side, or do you ever visit the rest? ”

[huyandere]

yaoi situationship summer

[lovehungered]

She looks up at him with a tiny pout, her hand resting on his sleeve ---- before she suddenly tugs it up & leans down to chomp his arm !

@dayscorch

ㅤㅤThere isn’t a single cloud in the sky, comparably shallow waves gently buffeting at the moored ship as the curious crew traipse about the soft sand, shoes kicked aside as the cook plods barefoot with a carefree pace. There’s something unique about the atmosphere of the summer island, sunlight pouring over vibrantly waxy leaves and the large splay of petalled flowers creating an overwhelming glow about the area, one that verges on being almost unsightly within the abundance of its beauty. There are times where the blond’s mindful of the fact that he takes some things for granted, how a spectacle such as this wouldn’t have been possible if he hadn’t taken the big step to leave the maritime restaurant a while back - a fractured act of inner strength as resolve mottled with guilt, now seemingly trivial in the grander scheme of things, the resultant years a mixture of sentiment and sorrow  (  le don d’une vie bien vécue  ).

ㅤㅤㅤㅤKoto had tagged along with the man, and while she seemed interested to gain his attention, it was clear that Sanji’s meandering thoughts were incredibly faraway in spite of an echo of words aimed his way, even the act of holding onto his arm not eliciting a particularly forthcoming reaction. In the distance within the depths of the jungle, a wolf’s ear twitches, the fur of a wild cat’s scruff stands on end, and exotic birds perched upon lofty branches suddenly take flight. A second passes before a sound rings out, one that shatters any perceived serenity—

ㅤㅤ“ aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! ” 💢💧

[demon1co]

always a gentleman. it's one of the many qualities she admires about the cook. in fact, she's sure he could have handled all of them on his own. probably would have preferred it that way to avoid putting her in any sort of danger, not that she had been in a precarious spot. once upon a time, she may have even enjoyed a good fight. VIOLENCE had followed her around since she was a child, & the only way she had seemed to get ahead of it was to inflict it on others. unlike the rest of the crew, her past is bloody & one she can't say she's entirely proud of. still, she's not the type to sit back & relax now that she has something to protect.

besides, a few BROKEN bones never hurt anyone. maybe they even learned a lesson not to rob innocent people, who barely have the means to survive daily. robin lowers her hands while still sprouting a chain from the ground to help pick up the scattered fruit. she knows he hates wasting food. ❛   they should be more intelligent when picking targets.   ❜ she says loud enough for them to hear.

❛   i can trim it if you'd like.   ❜ she offers with a bright smile, one of those reserved only for her FRIENDS. ❛   i can handle a couple of bags, sanji-kun. i like to pull my weight.   ❜ & before he can argue about it, she resumes their walk back toward the ship. ❛   i was thinking i could cook dinner for everyone one of these days to give you a break. i suppose you could make dessert if you insist.   ❜

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ㅤㅤ“ Intelligence— ”  The word is clipped with a subtle chuckle, nose wrinkling with a softly emitted huff, a somewhat disparaging look scattered across the ground at their company - one of the men writhes in a manner hinting at some trouble of placing any weight on an ankle, temporarily watchful of the damage before line of vision veers away.  “ Something tells me they’re not exactly the brightest of the bunch. ”  The cook doubted they’d cause any further trouble in the short term, but was unable to vouch for the future, second chances not afforded to everyone  (  surtout quand c’était tout ce qu’ils savaient  ).  Bag lowered, Sanji opens it as some of the nearby appendages from the ground hand him some dispersed lemons, concentration comfortably remaining with Robin given the uniform way in which they seamlessly returned the fruit, the gesture now deemed somewhat commonplace compared to when they’d first met.  “ Besides, annoying as it can be, I don’t mind us teaching them a lesson or two. ”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThere’s the flash of an amused grin with that remark, the presence of a shared joke lingering in the air with their steady pace towards the ship, a well trodden path eschewing a series of closely knit towering trees and damp soil towards a drier road with fine gravel  (  l’odeur de l’air marin servant de guide  ).  There’s a low hum of consideration with the woman’s offer.  “ A trim’d be nice. I was starting to worry you’d wanna give me a completely different style. ”  Levity aside, there had been a few occasions where the topic had been broached among the crew, the blond sometimes contemplative of a change before defaulting to the current style he found more comfortable  (  un jour, peut-être… ),  the side-swept look one he always favoured even as a child after his mother had dotingly brushed it aside one day.  “ You shouldn’t worry. I really don’t need a break. ”

ㅤㅤThere’s an unintentional albeit pressing sense of urgency within the candour, as if the cook innately had something to prove, a factor he could never quite shake off no matter how much time slipped by.  “ But you’ve peaked my interest. What’d you have in mind? ”  Thoughts were already drifting about their current provisions, Sanji’s track of ingredients nigh meticulous unless a certain captain was left unattended to rampage through the galley.  “ If I’m gonna make dessert, I’d want it to be something that accompanies your meal well. ”

[king-and-his-consorts]

@lovehungered | Cont. from x

After all this time, it still made him incredulous the ridiculous messes the cook always seemed on a crash course towards. It was downright pathetic how this fool's addiction to feminine attention was becoming a continued danger to the crew's safety.

"My problem is that if you can't keep your brain out of your pants. You could compromise the safety of the crew. And I can't have that." Zoro hissed back. Still, he allowed himself to be moved back from the cook a bit. He was still blocking his crewmate from exiting the alley but the bubble of personal space was allowed to grow between them once again.

"Embarrassing as being with you might be, I won't let your stupidity put the crew in danger, Cook." Zoro's grip on the hilt of Wado creaked slightly. A muscle in his arm flexing as he kept himself from forcibly cornering the chef once more. "If your antics get either of us recognized, it could alert people we're in town. the others still need rest. Don't blow this for them."

His eye narrowed at the blond. Fixing the other man with a hard stare. Still, he reached into his haramaki and pulled out the small slumbering snail. The tiny creature was held out towards the cook. Knowing the snail would be well cared for in the cook's hands, Zoro let his attention flow out of the alley. He looked on into the crowd beyond.

They were too far from the docks (judging by how Zoro hadn't been able to see ships from the street). If they were going to be getting more groceries before they left, Sanji was going to have to behave. This damn town had too many women running around it. A startling amount really, now that Zoro thought about it.

"What did that witch say?" He grunted, turning back to Sanji.

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ㅤㅤ“ You ‘ can’t have ’ that? ”  A loud scoff, the heels of the man’s shoes clicking against the ground with the sway of his form drawing closer, dismissive waves of irritation grating on each growl of syllables. Blue eyes sharply poise against the other’s hardened gaze, this alone  (  un peu comme toutes leurs rencontres  )  was some form of challenge.  “ Big words coming from the guy who’s thinking about my pants… ”  The response is said with such confident conviction, but heated mien starts to uncomfortably shift into a grimace, the words having slipped out in a manner which was spur of the moment and entirely ill-conceived, frame unnervingly easing back a touch from the goading lean that the cook had adopted towards the glowering swordsman  (  bon sang  ).  Feet sidestep a little, the narrow path of the alley barely wide enough for three people, glimpses of the distant aperture exiting towards another path barred by the other’s unyielding bearing.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“ Relax. No one’s recognised us, alright. We’ve got these foolproof disguises. ”  The jut of Sanji’s thumb gestures towards the pair’s outfits… which consisted of their usual clothing with long billowing cloaks thrown over them  (  qui ont eux-mêmes attiré une certaine attention  ).  Sure, there was a hood included too which could be effective, but the way it awkwardly framed the cook’s visage meant it was mussing up his hair, hence having it down for  a lengthy proportion  some of the journey and in that moment too. Regret is often a mutual feeling, one which is heightened as the blond had persistently lamented over the course of the venture how he didn’t like being lumbered with Marimo, but the navigator had her reasons for choosing them specifically, and who was he to deny her  (  ♡  ).  Curled brow furrows while grappling the mouthpiece, a disgruntled mumble under his breath while re-dialling Nami, impatience visibly setting in.

ㅤㅤ“ …uh, she’s not picking up. ”  Normally there would be some chastising for calling the redhead by that detestable moniker, but a charged look had descended about that one visible eye, a demeanour that worsens with the third attempt, an alteration in the den den mushi’s posture indicating that the call didn’t even ring this time around. Ebbing nonchalance gives way for the onset of concern, the blond trying to recount the information provided about her whereabouts, pivoting around on the spot to re-gain his bearings of the town and where the two pirates had traversed.  “ I don’t like this one bit. Move—  ”  He doesn’t await an answer, the hood finally slipped back on as Sanji purposefully steps around the swordsman, brazenly heading back towards the road.

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ㅤㅤ“ Imagine something that simple setting a person off… ” ໑ ໑