#marchebleu

[raindinners]

@marchebleu ; liked for a one liner.

❛ you deserve my full focus. ❜

[gxdmade]

@marchebleu asked: [I'll Keep You Safe]

“anyone touches you, says anything to you, so much as looks at you the wrong way- you come get me, and i’ll set them straight. understand?”

The cook’s words bring a bit of surprise to Usopp. He’s not really used to people blatantly being so protective of him, and it feels both a little strange and very endearing. He knows bravery, or lack thereof, is his whole schtick. And his dream is, of course, to be a brave warrior of the sea. But he can’t help the warm feeling in his chest at someone outwardly wanting to protect him.

Safety, protection, care, they were all things that were scarce after his mother’s death. Growing up on his own, painting himself as the village pain-in-the-ass with all his lies didn’t really allow for anyone but Kayah to show him any charity. That, of course, left him with a strange mix of feelings when someone did bother to express their care for him, and it always startled him. Even years into being with his crew, he's caught off guard by it.

Still, it brings a smile to his face. "Yeah, I promise Sanji." A brief moment of sincerity before a michevious look sparkles in his eyes. He slides close to the cook, elbowing him in the side. "Aww, you're so worried about lil ol' me~. But never you fear! The Great Captain Usopp can take on a million- no- one billion men on his own!"

[gumpistol]

He's going to kick Luffy square in the head because he overheard him calling people who take baths every day weak.

Woe be to the captain who is now banned from the Galley until further notice.

    ❝ I SAID SOAP!! PEOPLE WHO USE SOAP! ❞ the captain cries out, hands flying up to cover his head from any further barrage. once it's clear that another kick is not coming towards him ( for now ), luffy's features sink into an exaggerated, pathetic pout. a hand rubs at the sore spot left beneath raven locks.

              ❝ sanjiii, so mean. ❞

@marchebleu / unprompted kick to the head

[hexellent]

@marchebleu ask: [Feral Threats]

“Say something like that again and I’ll give you an irrational fear of eggs.” - for Usopp!

Immediately, Usopp freezes, going silent. His jaw clamps shut and he swallows thickly. He doesn't even remember what the hell he said, but if anyone could make that threat a reality, it was Sanji. The cook was terrifying both in battle and in the kitchen, if annoyed enough.

"A-ahaha, good joke Sanji. Y-You wouldn't really do that! ....Right?" He was just joking around...right??

[cptnslog-arch]

He's just going to 'accidentally' throw it at his head.

and Kid's just going to accidentally catch it in his mouth, chew it up, and spit the paper wad out over the edge of the ship into the water. oh look, there it goes, sucked up by the tide and under the dock. too bad straw hat. he'll never know about that bingo.

𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐈𝐃'𝐒 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄? / @marchebleu

[raindinners]

He'd gone all day without seeing the other, so it was during mealtime that he'd set his plan for attention into action. Setting Crocodile's dinner down on the table he'd sneakily lean over the other's shoulder to steal the other's cigar, taking a heavy hit from it before blowing the cigar smoke right back in his bosses face with a bratty smirk upon his face.

The single thing that kept the headaches from taking form in his brain whilst he was away for his warlord obligations was the fact that he knew a tall glass of red wine would be waiting for him once he returned. And Sanji didn't disappoint — not that he ever does. With Crocodile leaning back slightly once his exquisite looking dinner is presented before him, decadent wine included. But before he could take the cigar from his mouth to tap out, it is plucked away for him. Placed instead between the pale lips of his chef as he leans in closer.

The warlord doesn't move an inch, merely watching with amusement as the blonde attempts as he so often does to get under the warlord's thick, scaly skin. Long lashes flutter once the smoke is blown right into his face, before a deep chuckle rumbles from his throat. Reaching up with his singular hand, he easily grips the other's jaw, keeping his face steady while he closes the gap just enough for their lips to barely graze one another, allowing him to inhale what was left of the shotgunned smoke.

" At least do it properly next time, " he jokingly scolds, running his thumb along the blonde's lower lip thoughtfully for half a second before finally releasing his hold on the other and returning to his highly awaited meal.

[lovehungered]

YOUNG SANJI | @marchebleu - " i swear to you, i don't know how this happened. i followed every single instruction, word for word! " ♡

ㅤㅤ"Oi oi oi—" Hands quickly raise in a bid to encourage the boy to slow down, the younger's agitated state reflected back reminiscent of so many occasions during his own respective turbulent youth, telltale signs that led Sanji to understand via experience that highlighting overly spiralling elements wouldn't help matters. Blue eyes cast a quick glance over the kitchen and its carnage— Alright, perhaps that's the incorrect word, the man instinctively holding the two of them to a much higher standard in comparison to others' efforts ( d'accord, essayons encore… ). The minor mess that's in place alludes to a timing issue, the child's efforts potentially being a tad slow due to a lessened means of practice.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤSanji lowers himself entirely to squat upon poised ankles, comparably towering frame now completely level with his younger counterpart, features thoughtful but ultimately patient. Fingertips rhythmically drum a playful beat against the edge of the counter, using the sound and motion to firmly grab the boy's panicking attention, awaiting for that familiar gaze to return to him and him alone ( ça va aller ). "It smells mouthwatering, but the sauce is broken." There are signs of emulsion, the whisking of cream having taken place while the saucepan's too hot hence the resultant breakage. "It isn't difficult to fix, just a bit of water. We can do it together." There's a quirk of his chin to gesture for the other to fill up a jug.

[climatact]

@marchebleu  ❛ Did... You get it, Nami-swan? ❜

Nami's lips curled with devious intent, far more pleased than she should be by the way the cook nearly jumped out of his skin from such contact. Did he not realize his beautiful Nami-swan would prefer his cakes to the pancakes he'd prepared this morning?

The table could wait a moment longer to be set with fresh squeezed juice while the thief cat took advantage of the fact that breakfast hadn't been called for just yet to have a moment to play with her pre-breakfast treat. “Hmm, I don't think I did,” she purred, pressing her chest against his back and giving his firm ass a squeeze with both hands.