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setoangel01-fanfiction · 7 months

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Tobacco and Tangerines

Rated: M

Fandom: One Piece (Netflix Show, Anime, and Manga)

Pairing: Sanji x Nami (SaNa or SaNami)

Story Summary: A night of celebration aboard the Going Merry ends with their navigator and chef growing closer than either could have expected...but neither one is complaining.

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Nami opened her eyes only to see hair the color of spun gold glistening in the sun coming through the port window. As she came further back into her body from the sleep that settled heavily over her, she felt a pleasant ache settled between her legs and the warmth of arms wrapped across her shoulders in a loose embrace. Another steady heartbeat pounding against her naked breast and the heat of soft breathing upon her throat had her recalling the previous night and a soft smile rose to her lips without her permission.

Sanji lay naked and fast asleep with his head pillowed on her chest.

Oh… That's right.

It all came back suddenly in bits and pieces.

A celebration of their latest victory, fizzy alcoholic drinks and the most delicious food she'd ever tasted.

Luffy was animated as always. The rubber boy smiling wide and talking a mile a minute with his mouth full until he became enthralled in Usopp's latest tall tales of adventures Nami knew the sharp shooter had never been on. Yet that didn't stop them from being entertaining. Zoro's brooding silence as he finally had the excuse to drink and drink and drink some more while silently watching the celebration unfold with a fondness in his eyes he'd sooner die than verbally admit to.

Yet mostly, she was left recalling the plate of beautiful tangerine tarts Sanji had made especially for her. The sight of the plump caramelized fruit set artistically in a flaky crust the beautiful color of burnished gold. Almost too pretty to eat... Almost. Lifting her eyes to witness Sanji's gentle (not flirty for once) smile, and maybe it was the alcohol talking, but she realized she wanted to kiss that smile off his annoyingly handsome face.

So she did.

After a few more rounds of drinks and more Hors D'oeuvre served with his signature flare, Sanji slipped quietly out from the galley, disappearing into the night for a quick smoke break. Not allowing this golden opportunity to slip through her fingers, Nami made sure her crewmates were otherwise occupied before she followed him.

Sanji stood at the railing, smoke making swirls of white into the darkness surrounding them. The end of his cigarette flashing hints of vibrant orange onto his pale skin. Orange looked good on him… Yet as she slipped next to his side, Nami's eyes lifted into the sky; nothing but varying shades of midnight blue and violet with a shower of stars stretching across the horizon. Taking in the comforting silence with her newest crewmate and friend as well as the beautiful scenery, Nami slowly bit into the tangerine tart she'd brought along with her. The ginger-haired girl closing her eyes, a hum of appreciation amidst the taste of home she remembered so vividly dancing on her tongue.

"How's it taste?" Sanji's voice was honey and the finest wine mixed with the heady scent of smoke.

Nami didn't answer. Merely scooted closer to his side until they were touching. She silently lifted the crescent moon shaped piece of tart that was left and pressed it to his pursed lips. Sanji look surprised for a moment but he quickly acquiesced to her silent demand; always trusting, he easily opened his mouth to allow her to place the remainder of the tart upon his tongue. Petal soft lips brushed against her trembling fingertips before she pulled her hand back. Sanji chewed slowly as she watched the stars from the night sky sparkle in his eyes, blue irises a vibrant shade perfectly replicating a cloudless summer day.

Nami's brown eyes drifting to his Adam's apple as he audibly swallowed before flashing her another of those gentle smiles from the galley.

Afraid to lose her nerve, Nami didn't wait another second. Trembling hand resting at his nape as she pulled herself to her tiptoes and kissed the smile right off his lips. Sanji flinched for only a mere second before he flicked the still lit cigarette into the ocean. Those hands that were always in his pockets found purchase at her waist. Palms and fingers so large and warm against her skin from where her shirt rode up and Nami's skin tingled from everywhere they were touching. Wanting to feel more of it, she'd wrapped her arms around his neck and further deepened their kiss.

Tobacco and Tangerines - a heady combination and perhaps her new favorite flavor.

Needing air, Nami broke their kiss but didn't go far. Merely panted as she pressed her forehead to his own, a grin on her lips as his blonde fringe tickled her skin. Sanji's eyes had darkened, his pupils dilated as he stared at her in open and honest awe-struck wonder.

If Nami didn't have such a good poker face, she'd probably be of a similar reflection.

"It's good…" she whispered against his lips to answer his earlier question. "Hmm. Really good, actually," she reiterated only moments before going in for seconds.

The rest of the night was a blur of quivering flesh under her fingertips. The scent of tobacco and the taste of tangerines sitting cloyingly like the sweetest of syrups on her tongue as she languidly tasted the inside of his mouth. The intoxicating sensation of weightlessness as she was carried into her room and placed gently upon her hammock, where after the slightest hesitation, she pulled the chef in after her.

A blur of clothing being removed to feel more of his flesh, to taste more of the sea salt, the sweetest of the tangerine syrup and nicotine smoke embedded in his pale skin as he took his time to devour her in turn. Her bare heaving breasts fit perfectly into his hands, kneading and gingerly rolling her nipples to a hardened pebble between his sinfully soft lips as she rubbed herself shamelessly against the thick muscle of his thigh where she came undone almost instantly.

Nami could scarcely recognize her own voice as she let out a breathy moan when Sanji gently slipped between her parted legs. A soft sigh and the press of his hips was all it took before he was finally filling her completely. Sanji let out a grunt into her throat and Nami moaned at the sound and sensation, her thighs trembling against his hips as she got lost in the intoxicating sensation of fullness as she pulsated around his molten flesh buried to the hilt inside of her. His precious chef's hands cradling her face and kissing her like she was the most delectable thing he'd ever tasted.

Resting his forehead against her own after he broke the kiss, Nami's eyes slipped open to stare into his. Sanji's eyes the color of the cloudless sky as he smiled at her like she was the All Blue that he'd searched for his entire life. Calloused thumbs brushing at the tears on her cheeks she hadn't even been aware of shedding and she could do nothing but smile back and kiss him like he was the only air she needed. Lost in his eyes, the feel of the muscles rippling in his ass as she pulled him deeper inside until their hips were pressed flush.

All she knew then was the overwhelming pleasure he eagerly gave her body, meeting all her needs without much thought to his own like the selfless soul he was. The smell of tobacco and sea salt in his hair as he kissed every freckle on her throat, the taste of tangerines heavy on both their tongues as they lost themselves to nothing but each other for the remainder of the night…

Sanji suddenly shifted upon her chest bringing Nami back to the present moment. His face resting against her bare breast and she couldn't help but raise a ginger brow at the small smirk lingering on his lips even in sleep.

As if the chef needed an ego boost…

Confident he was still heavily sleeping, Nami's fingernails were gentle as she traced the half-moon indentations and lines she'd embedded into the canvas of his pale back in the heat of their passion. Akin to a wildfire that had gotten slightly out of control. The thin red lines and indents much like the painstakingly inked lines upon the maps she'd made. A smile itched at the corner of her mouth as her chest grew warm at seeing the physical evidence of their passionate evening embedded on his skin.

Perhaps she'd already found the red dotted line that reached to the very heart of him - one so evident in his warm eyes and countless smiles he'd bestowed upon her since the day they met.

Looking at the marks she'd laid upon him, any guilt she may have felt for causing him any sort of discomfort left upon realizing it was only fair she'd left a few marks considering the smell of cigarettes that would now remain in her bed-sheets for the foreseeable future and the taste of the tangerine tarts lingered on her tongue that she'd become slightly addicted to. Continuing to follow the path she'd made in their passionate tryst, she found herself brushing aside the silky blonde hair on his neck and felt a flush of pride at seeing the multiple dark bruises on pale skin showcasing her many kisses she'd eagerly marked at his throbbing pulse point.

It filled her chest with a greed she'd recognized all too easily in herself.

Mine…

The blonde lying atop her suddenly let out a soft grunt as he joined the land of consciousness. "...Nami?" Sanji's voice was a sudden rasp against her breast. Sweet as honey yet sinful all the same as those eyes the color of the bluest skies peered at her from between adorably sleepy lids.

Nami hummed the affirmative, fingernails gently scratching at his scalp and the man let out a throaty moan, writing and nearly purring into her ministrations like a lazy cat. Sanji let out a sigh before he glanced up at her, only one eye visible through his fringe as he preened under her ministrations.

"Hi," he whispered as if he spoke any louder, it would break the intimate moment between them.

Nami whispered back regardless, "Hey."

Clearing his throat, he spoke a bit louder, "Did you sleep well?" Sanji asked. Suddenly, the flirty chef she'd thought she'd known looked almost timid, which didn't make sense considering he was currently using her breasts as his pillows. For the first time she could ever recall since meeting him, he looked flustered - almost shy… A look she never imagined seeing upon the charismatic, overtly chauvinistic smooth-talking chef. Huh. Perhaps she wasn't the only one who put up too many fronts. Nami stashed that information away for later.

Wanting to break whatever tension he may be feeling, Nami leaned down to kiss his forehead. "Mm-hmm, better than I have in years," she answered truthfully against his skin before burying her nose into the silk of his hair.

The chef was silent for a moment before she felt his arms coil around her in a sweet embrace, "I'm glad to hear that…" he muttered. Plush mouth pressing lazy kisses against where her heart beat a bit too fast against her sternum. Thankfully, he didn't mention it as he busied himself kissing along the constellation of freckles decorating her collarbone.

Nami almost hated how comfortable she felt lying completely naked underneath an equally naked Sanji. Bare skin pressed flush and slightly sticky from their previous night as well as the humidity lingering in the air. Without the influence of alcohol and the high of celebration a distant memory, Nami still didn't feel like putting back up her walls just yet. Merely basking in the dawning light seeping in from the port windows and enjoying how the rays turned Sanji's hair into beautiful strands of glistening gold that made the precious metal look rather dull in comparison. He continued kissing her and her fingers threaded lazily through his hair when it hit her just how utterly relaxing it was to merely be with him.

Nami would rather die than admit it, but feeling so relaxed with him scared her…

A kiss pressed against a particularly sensitive part of her jaw had her breaking out of her reverie. A breathy sigh left her throat of its own accord as she pressed her toes into the flesh of his muscular legs, fingers tightening in his hair. Sanji grunted at the action, his nose brushing along her cheek and the fringe of his hair ticking her forehead completely shattered whatever fears she may have had.

Nami let out a brief chuckle at the contact and couldn't help but admire his pleased smile at inadvertently making her laugh. Her hands reaching for his face to brush his hair completely away and placing it behind his ears. It was so rare to see him without half partially or fully obscured and, loath she was to admit it, she kinda liked it. The two stayed like that for a moment before Sanji flashed her another lazy smile. The cook's eyes flicking across her face as if looking for any hint of doubt or reluctance, and not finding any, he leaned in and ever so gently kissed her lips. A soft chaste kiss so unlike the bruising wet kisses from the previous night.

For some reason, this felt far more intimate than the sex they'd had mere hours ago.

The navigator flinched for only a second. Although slightly bitter from sleep, there was still the taste of tangerines lingering on his lips.

It took a second before Nami subtly relaxed into his kiss. Fingertips leaving his face to wrap around his neck, and upon seeing his touch was eagerly welcomed, Sanji deepened their embrace with a pleased moan. Nami was worried that the orange dawn would change things that the starry night hid beneath darkened skies. After a life filled with so much regret, she wondered how this would be any different. Yet his mouth tasted the same under the stars as it did in the dawning light, and somehow, that made all the difference.

Rather than any sense of regret lingering like a thick putrid smoke, Sanji's weight atop her along with his mere presence was nothing but comforting.

Such a rare feeling she'd felt precious little of in her life.

So much had changed since joining the Strawhat crew. Her present existence she never could have imagined living mere months ago yet couldn't imagine anything different now. It was a freedom she was terrified of yet craved like nothing she'd ever tasted before. A life to do with as she pleased that was no longer under Arlong's debilitating rule and her crushing guilt over her mother's death and destruction and deception of her village. Nami had spent her life since clinging so tightly to those things she'd given up her freedom for much like the trees growing upon the deck.

Maybe that's what directed her to Sanji in the first place.

Much like currents in the ocean, the breeze that guides the sails and weather that holds all the power over any navigator. Perhaps she'd lost some of that very agency upon meeting and learning more about the man Luffy trusted to become their chef. Perhaps it was the smell of tobacco identical to the one Bell-mère used to smoke on their porch, the taste of tangerines on his tongue reminding her of those long summer days in Coco Village. The warmest smile Sanji always gave only her echoing so much of the kindness of her sister as well as those villagers she'd left behind. His boundless blue eyes like those long cloudless summer days and sunny skies that represented the happiest memories of her childhood.

Sanji felt like home in the best of ways.

Gasping for much needed air, Sanji broke their kiss. Gently pressing his forehead to hers as she raked her fingernails over the marks she'd made across his shoulders and back. Blue and brown eyes met as both caught their breath. A pull unlike any she ever felt before as she stared at his face. Their lingering kisses and growing passions only intensifying as her hips writhed upon feeling him hardening against her thigh, the sudden shyness of him echoing in his pale cheeks painted with a pretty pink blush. Blue eyes so open and eager to please and seeing how easily this handsome man opened up to them all. Left his entire life at Baratie behind to chase their dreams together on the journey that lay ahead.

Yet as much as he gave, his heart bared completely was to her alone. And like the greatest of treasures, she swore to keep it safe from harm - even from a thief like herself.

Feeling a bit overwhelmed with feelings she really didn't want to unpack right now, Nami flashed Sanji a gentle smile of her own. Certain the awed expression on his face was the same one she was wearing amidst her better judgement. Sanji bestowed on her the gift of another brilliant white smile before he eagerly dove back in for another kiss. This time as he settled between the cradle of her thighs and when he finally melded himself into her body - as well as her heart - Nami readily embraced it.

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wavytam · 9 months

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Sanji and Zoro's Pact/Sanji's love for Nami

One of the things that has been blatant from the beginning of One Piece is how Nami has a special place in Sanji's heart. Whether it derives from admiration, some type of respect or simple, genuine, love (or the three at the same time), there is something there worth noting.

Oda has also dedicated a lot of colorspreads, manga moments and coverpages to show us that. And in recent chapters, he once again brought up how, even when Sanji does show interest in other girls, it's always Nami who is on his mind the most.

(Also, when we talk about the colorspreads specifically, it's quite interesting how he includes the two together even when the requests only have to do with one of them, not all the time ofc).

And although Oda does not like to focus on romance and love stories in One Piece, he still seems to use them to advance the plot when they exist

A good example is Boa Hancock, whose love for Luffy motivated her to go an extra mile to help him rescue his brother in Impel Down.

So it feels like Sanji's feelings for Nami might also be used as a way to advance the plot.

How exactly?

Well, if we take a look at Sanji's recent development it has been focusing a lot on his inner war of empathy vs. lack of empathy/love vs. science.

We all know that Sanji has suffered a lot at the hands of scientists (his father and his minions) and of their cruel "experiments" (his brothers).

Because of that bad experience and his strong will, he has always been very certain of what he does not want for his life and of the principles he wants to live up to.

He won't beat women

He will feed anyone who is hungry

He won't use his hands in a fight

However, in recent chapters, his behavior might change since his Germa DNA is no longer latent.

Sanji himself was afraid that it would make him behave like his brothers, and with this panel (and although it seemed to be resolved in Wano), we can still suspect that there might be something there worth worrying about.

Now, of course if could mean nothing, but I find it unlikely since Oda even chose to switch the direction of the swirls of his eyebrows to show when Sanji's Germa powers are taking over (it's still a bit difficult to know what exactly happens when they "activate" though, since Sanji's exoesqueleton is always active now).

We also have to remember the pact that Sanji and Zoro made. The awakening of his new powers are what motivated Sanji to ask for Zoro's "help", should they get out of hand.

By the end of Wano, it seemed like there was no need for Zoro to keep his promise any longer,

but if Oda took the time and space to draw panels like the ones below for there to be no pay off in the future, I think he wouldn't have botheredto include them in the first place.

It's also clear that, because of their frequent bickering, everyone wants to see a Sanji vs. Zoro fight, and the pact that they made might be the way Oda found to make these two fight on equal grounds.

Now, do I think Zoro will kill Sanji, like Sanji himself asked? Not exactly.

I think that Zoro might end up helping Sanji kill this Germa personality that seems to be developing within him... but I don't think Zoro will do it entirely on his own.

The other person who might be extremely important is Nami.

Like I said, with the recent chapters, colorspreads, and cover pages, Oda has been once again showing us how much Nami is special to Sanji. And its worth noting that Sanji has also addressed an interesting power called the "power of love" when he protects Nami.

Again, it does seem like a gag, but the more we advance in Future Island Arc, the more it seems to be revolving around the subject of science/rationality against love/desire for other characters as well (I.e. Kuma, York).

Another good example is in Thriller Bark.

Where Sanji fought his "programming" to protect Nami and blamed this behavior to the power of love.

(It's worth noting what Sanji describes what the power of love can do: make the impossible, possible, and blow everything away. Insteresting)

Moving to more recent chapters, we also have this coverpage with its request at the bottom.

It might seem like any other request made for Oda, but I think it's worth noting what he included in the picture that wasn't in the request.

Two things come in mind:

The raccoon priest using the three sword style to "discipline" Sanji

Sanji's worldly thoughts being especificaly about Nami

This cover page was posted during the Wano arc, around 30 chapters before the Pact, so we can kinda consider the racoon strucking Sanji with Zoro's fighting style as a foreshadow for a future Sanji/Zoro fight, right?

But why did Oda also put Nami there?

Well, as Zoro fights Sanji to honor their pact (maybe with the intention to kill him if he sees no hope)... Nami might be the one to make Sanji return to his normal self before it's too late. Making the impossible, possible *wink, wink*

Remember, it has already happened before at Thriller Bark, and it might be a foreshadow to the moment the Power of Love stops being a gag, and becomes a real type of power that can be used in a battle.

So, in the end, Sanji might go back to normal but with total control over his Germa Power... and maybe with another power up? Hehe, who knows.

And maybe, not only will it be important for Sanji to finally know that he will not behave like his brothers anymore... but maybe also for Nami to see how important she is to Sanji.

Although for the audience, it's clear that Sanji holds Nami in a higher regard, it seems like Nami herself might not be aware of that since Sanji does flirt with a lot of women.

Well, that's it for now. Feel free to tell me what you think hehe

As I have stated in my other theories, I might get some things right, everything wrong or everything (miraculously) right but I don't mind being wrong, since the fun part is to speculate, talk about our favorite ship's and see how Oda surprises us!

Hope you liked the read! 🤗

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