#sanami too I guess eye roll

[kalakamekanika]

Expect a lot of art of her okay.

Uhh cat nami and dog sanji based off these Line stickers I found a while back and I thought they’re cutee teehee

Okay.

#one piece #cat burglar nami #nami #tiny glimpse of her concept design because I think it looked badass #like are you kidding me she could’ve had a robot arm?? #errr badass! #silkart #sanami too I guess eye roll

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Festival | Sanami week 2020

The log-pose clearly had Nami’s ideal in mind when it decided to guide them to that island. Or at least, it looked like it had. Maybe it wasn’t the island of her dreams, but it checked many of the boxes. It was like the perfect man, found in reality. It doesn’t have all the characteristics one expects, yet it doesn’t really matter. It isn’t about crossing things out of a list, but the feeling of certainty that came along with him.

At least, that’s what Nami thought. Not that she knew much about it, anyway.

However, that island had the perfect climate (sun, but with a light breeze), the perfect altitude (there was a beach, and also a mountain), the perfect shape (mapping it would be an easy job)… It even had a castle, which was not a priority but it was very welcome. In her fantasy island, there would always be a castle –because deep down, she was still fond of fairytales, maybe.

So when she saw a poster than announced a renaissance fair, she gasped. She actually, really gasped. Chopper did, too, which made her feel less lonely; but no less childish. Luffy took the poster from her hands, and decided they had a plan. She took it back with a frown, but she was smiling inside. The tension from the last few weeks (maybe months, maybe years) seemed to lift from her shoulders momentarily. The wind was blowing softly, messing up her hair, and she took a deep breath before starting her path to the village.

 The village was just what she had pictured in her mind: tiny, made up of wooden and stone houses, and sprinkled on all sides by flowers. There was a fresh aroma in the air that seemed to welcome them, as the real habitants did so. Nami was taken aback by their generosity and their invitation to join the festival, especially after Luffy mentioned that they were pirates. The hesitation from the mayor only lasted a few seconds, and Nami felt a sudden burst of excitement inside as they mentioned the competitions.

She arranged everyone in a few seconds: Zoro, Usopp and Franky could take the carpentry contest; Brook, Chopper and Luffy could do their best job as bards and Sanji would master whatever dish they were making in the cooking competition. She trusted Robin enough to let her go as she pleased, and as for herself, gambling was always a safe bet. There was no way they were going back to the Sunny empty-handed.

They all got dressed up for the occasion, with the many costumes they were renting. Nami chose a white and blue dress with bateau neckline that she later accompanied with a fresh-made flower crown that Robin had arranged in a second –Chopper asked for one, too. She felt like a princess, and she would have been repulsed by her own lame thoughts if she hadn’t been so happy about it. She kept twirling the dress and spinning around, with no apparent reason.

Sanji, however, was sure it had to be on purpose; it had to be destiny to be alive in that same moment as to see an unearthly creature move so gracefully in the sunlight. It was both a blessing and a torture. Slow, painful torture; not being able to hold her in his arms. He would have been her knight, he would be his knight anytime. His first instinct had been to offer his services, swearing all kinds of loyalty to his mistress to anyone who could listen, but it only took a second more of admiring her to throw his usual behavior pattern away. There, as she danced and twirled and kept winning money by the second (she was great at multitasking, as well as with everything else), he realized that he never wanted to be the one to interrupt her happiness.

But her mere presence was costing him the competition, and she was going to kill him for that. The dramatic irony was really shining that day, he thought. She was also glowing, like he had never seen her before. He wouldn’t know what it felt like for Robin to discover a new phonegliph, but he figured it had to be something of that kind.

The turkey legs were burning, and he had put out the fire. He hoped no one would notice, especially after all the condiments and side dishes, but he knew Zeff would have made him re-do the dish. His cook pride was a bit shattered by that realization, but one glance from her made it all worth it. He would do it all again if all his life choices led to that moment.

As he served the judges a taste of his dish, he couldn’t help but smile when he imagined her response to a comment like that. She would roll her eyes, or smack him down for saying nonsense. Except he felt like it made perfect sense. He was probably the most sane person in the crew, if anything. There was nothing irrational in giving it all for her, because she was the most extraordinary event that happened to him. He wouldn’t be there, in that festival, if it weren’t for her. He wouldn’t be the man he is, if his path hadn’t crossed hers.

Before they announced the prize, he already considered himself a winner. Although when Nami ran to his side and hugged him tight, that’s when he really won. Part of him knew that part of her was driven by her fierce ambition, but another part of him knew the other part of her. When their eyes met, he felt she was proud of him; and it was enough.

“What a beautiful couple!” the oldest judge said, applauding. “Are you running for queen and king of the festival?”

Sanji was about to tell him no when Nami hushed him with her index finger, and asked the old lady to explain further. At the end of the day, people voted for the king and queen of the fair, and they’d get crowns and share a dance in the main hall of the castle. The idea of wearing a crown (a real, golden one, not the one made from flowers she was wearing) sounded very appealing to her; and the idea of sharing a dance with Nami sounded very appealing to him. They didn’t even have to speak to reach a conclusion, their silent agreement.

Arm in arm (Nami said to keep appearances, and Sanji was not going to complain about it), they signed their names in the voting booth; and went on with the festivities. Once in a while, their paths would meet, coincidentally when there was a crowd nearby, and they would share public affection that only hurt a little to Sanji when he remembered they were doing it for the show. It was a small price to pay.

He couldn’t complain.

At noon, the mayor gathered all the contestants in two lines, separating them both. Nami held his hand until the very moment they had to pull apart, and Sanji felt the ghost of her hand still on his throughout the whole ceremony. He could see the man talking, but he wasn’t really paying attention. The other girls looked beautiful, but Nami glowed like no one else. She was looking at him, and although her smile was confident, he could feel her pulling strength out of him. He straightened his spine, and let out a deep breath that she imitated. She smirked when he did, and Sanji kept the impression game by winking at her. He couldn’t believe it when she winked back over her shoulder. He was so struck that he couldn’t think of anything else, not even his name.

“Sanji.”

The crowd cheered and it wasn’t until that moment that he really processed that it wasn’t his own mind but an outside voice who pronounced his name. Precisely, the man who was walking with a crown. He stood tall as they put the crown in his head, and proceeded to gesture wildly at Nami. She let out an inaudible laugh, that somehow got to his ears right before they announced her name.

For a moment, Nami thought about throwing away the flower crown just like a bouquet and seeing who would catch it. But she couldn’t do that to Robin, who put all her effort in it, and gave it to the gorgeous girl that she had next to her. The golden crown that was placed in her head was made out of plastic, which came out as a disappointment; but the winning was the finishing touch of the day. The crown jewel of the festival.

The music started playing almost immediately, and both parties pushed Nami and Sanji close together. Nami, who until that moment found pleasure in being the protagonist of the tale, began to feel nervous and agitated. Shy, even. The touch with Sanji’s hand made her more comfortable, and she remembered why she wanted him to share the spotlight with her.

“Thank you.” She told him, only loud enough for him to hear.

Sanji kept swaying, knowing that the moment would soon be over, and he would have to return to reality; knowing that all good things come to an end.

“You needed a partner.” He said, stating the obvious. “I’m always at your service, milady.”

“Actually I didn’t need one. Queen and king are two separate categories.” She told him, which confused him even more. “I kind of… wanted you here.”

Sanji froze, and Nami had to guide the dance as well as the conversation.

“I feel safer when you’re around. I guess that whole knight thing has gotten into me in the end.” She laughed, quietly. “Plus, I like fooling people. But I didn’t want to fool you.”

Sanji opened his mouth to talk, but the firework show started and everyone lifted their heads up, including her. He stood there, watching her pointing at the sky with the biggest smile; and a greatest sense of tenderness overflowed his heart. Because she liked fooling people, but not him. Because she wanted him there. Because they could be, even if it was only for one night, the king and queen of the fair.

Author’s note: I’m so sorry this came in so late, but I guess it’s better late than ever. I hadn’t really had much time lately, but I couldn’t miss Sanami week! It’s been a blast, as always. I’m going to miss waking up to a new prompt.

#sanami week 2020 #sannami week #sannami #sanami #sanji x nami #nami #sanji #op fanfic

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Eye contact | Sanami week 2020

He had been staring at her for too long, although nothing seemed to last very long when he was near her. He could have infinity besides her, and he still would have felt like it wasn’t enough. But she had clearly noticed his gaze and a frown was now crowning her beautiful eyes.

Brown, the color of Franky’s coke. The color of earth, that could ground him even when he was in the middle of the vast ocean. The color of… Well, he couldn’t think of anything else. And he should look away now, before she said anything. He would be in trouble if she interrupted her speech because of him. But how could he pull away if everything in her was like a magnet, attracting his eyes to her body?

And not only her physical features. He could talk for forever about her exceptional beauty, but there was some sort of grace that could not be described as anything but divine. It was not only her body, it was the control she had over it. She knew just when to pull her hair back, or to extend her hand. She had all her smiles measured to the millimeter, and she applied them to the maximum efficacy. She could kill with just one look.

Like the look she had just given him. Okay, now he should really stop. It was getting ridiculous, and he was starting to feel embarrassed. Who should he look at? There was Robin, paying attention as usual. She was great at everything, he didn’t know how she could do it all. Oh, now she was staring at him. He didn’t like that look in her eyes, like she had just caught him red handed. Although she probably had. She was great at that too.

He was blushing. This was not working for him at all. He could stare at Zoro, that would slow down his heart. Nevermind, he was already getting angry just by looking at his face. Luffy was picking his nose. Now that was disgusting, he couldn’t bare the sight of it. Brook was…

“I’m sorry, Sanji, is there something wrong?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Not at all, Nami-san.” He murmured, looking down.

“Are you sure you don’t want to comment anything? With all the eye contact, I thought maybe you…”

“Not at all.” he repeated “I’m sorry.”

“As you should be. Now what was I saying…?”

He had hoped she would continue talking, but she didn’t. She was staring at him still, with her left hand in her hips. The eye contact was so intense that he wouldn’t even dare to look down even if that was the only thing he wanted to do. An eternity passed, or at least it felt like it did. It was probably just half a minute.

“She’s waiting for you to answer, you idiot.”  He didn’t have to look away to know that was Zoro.

“I thought she legitimately forgot.” That was Chopper.

“Can you not talk about me like I’m not present?” And that was, of course, Nami. “Anyway, it was probably not important information that could potentially safe our lives, right?”

“Wait, I don’t want to die!” Ussopp cried. “Sanji, do something.”

And what was he supposed to do exactly? He couldn’t open up Nami’s mind (even if he wanted to know every thought that passed through her head) and take the information. And he wasn’t really listening, which was something he was only realizing now… What was that whole speech about?

“Sorry, I… I don’t remember.”

He tried to look like he had all his shit together, but the truth is that it was all over the place. She saw that. He knew she did, because for a split second, her eyes lit up. Just the way they did when she was about to get a bargain.

“Can you tell us what you do remember? Just so I can sort out where I left it.”

She was cruel. She wanted to break the truth out of him. Fuck. There was no way out, was it?

“I remember… getting lost in your eyes.”

It was almost a whisper, but loud enough for her to hear. And then complete silence. Nami’s mischief was disappearing from her face, replaced by a redness on her cheeks. Was she blushing? Did he make her blush? Was there going to be punishment for that?

She stared at him, intensely. The eye contact had turned into a contest, both parties trying to see which one of them would hold it longer. And then… Then she stopped, and looked down. Her cheeks were flustered.

“Okay, I guess that concludes the lecture. You can now go back to your duties or whatever it is you do on your free time.”

“I’m taking a nap.” Zoro muttered, holding tight to his katanas.

Sanji didn’t notice, but him and Nami both rolled their eyes at the exact same time. As he walked away, he turned around to take one more glance at her; and she stared at him right back.

Author’s note: Oh shit, here we go again. Another sanami week! Can’t wait to relive a week full of new creations. As always, I feel like I’m behind schedule, but I’ll try my best to keep up with these little pieces!

@sannamiweek 

#sanami week #sannami week #sanami #sanji #nami #sanji x nami #op fanfic

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Only one | Sanami week 2019

Nami loved sunbathing, but even more than that, she loved standing in the shade of her tangerine trees. They were big enough to shelter her when the sun was too high and her skin started to turn slightly red, and their smell always brought her home. Home. Home was a strange word for her, like to many of her crewmates. Their hometowns, where they grew up, had shaped them in more ways than they could imagine. Without their pasts, they never would have gotten where they were now. The lucky ones, like herself, had someone waiting for them, someone to call family. Yet somehow, the Thousand Sunny felt like home too, and the Mugiwaras, her family. This duality of the term came together in form of tangerines to her: the connection between Cocoyashi village and the ever-changing home that floated.

Sanji always wondered what Nami was thinking when she squeezed her eyes and went to find shade and a peace of mind beneath those tangerine trees. He knew how important they were to her, and he figured she told them secrets she never spoke out loud. He sometimes thought he was putting too much thought into it, but the look on her face whenever he surprised her was enough reassurement that he was right. That was no moment of exhaustion from the sun, of a break from the sunlight. It was a moment of reflection, of self-discovery, of nostalgia. He would put his hands, his precious instruments of cooking, on fire on the spot to prove it.

He never thought of tangerines as much before he knew her. As a cook, he needed to work with every possible ingredient out there in the world, so he knew a thing or two about those citrus fruits and how to make the most of them, but they were never a fruit that especially stood out for him. And then, his world became tangerine orange.

Well, if he was being honest, it was not an instant change. It was progressive, and he was in the middle of it before he knew it had begun. He started to wonder why those trees were so important to her, why she was so attached to them, and how could he ever fit into that picture frame he had in his mind of her sitting beneath those trees.

That morning, her orange locks shone especially bright in the sunlight, and he found himself even a bit disappointed when she turned to the tangerine trees. He had spent more time than he would admit staring at her while she was casually talking with Ussopp and Franky about her clima-tact, laughing and rolling her eyes equally. So when she declared the conversation over and squeezed her eyes and clenched her jaw, he knew that was it for the day. Making his way to the kitchen, however, he turned back to the trees.

Maybe she needed help. Maybe she needed a snack. Maybe…

They were just dumb excuses that made him walk to her and ask if she needed anything at all. He spoke a little too rushedly, but she didn’t notice the anxiousness in his voice. Instead, she looked startled.

“Do you?” she said.

The question took him by surprise. Did he? He really felt like he needed to know what hide behind those fruited trees, but he didn’t know how to ask before seeming stupid or incredibly creepy. And he did not want her to think he was any of those things.

“You always seem to stare at me while I’m here. You think I don’t notice, but I do.” She said, her characteristic devious smile appearing in the corner of her lips. “I’m an incredible observer.”

He couldn’t deny that, or anything to that matter, so he just nodded.

“Take a sit.” She offered him, making way “I come here when I need a break from everyone. They’re just so exasperating. Plus, I get to eat.”

“I’ll try not to be offended by that.” He didn’t know where that answer came from, but she laughed so he supposed he didn’t do it so bad.

“I was not implying… Your cooking is amazing! You have to know that by now!” she gently pushed him “But one of these is just enough to take away all of my worries.”

“If I had known they had such curative effects I would have tried them by now.”

“Bold of you to assume that I would let you.”

There she was, fierce and defying eyes and all. She had the same face she made when someone tried to underrate her strength. She might not be the strongest of the crew, but she had some tricks under her sleeve. Sanji had seen her in action before, but he never had such a close look at her defiant expression. He had to contain the urge of screaming how beautiful she was in that very moment.

“I get it” he said instead “It’s not just an object, it’s a symbol.”

“It’s not an object, it’s a fruit.” She pointed out, making Sanji feel stupid. “But I guess you’re right. It’s not any fruit, it’s not any tree. It’s the one that binds me to home.”

“You’re lucky you have one.”

He didn’t want to sound so blue about it, but his voice got lower with every syllable. He had his memories of the Baratie, and even a few instruments (and some of his old suits, which he could wear more often), yet nothing felt quite like what she had with tangerines.

Nami must had felt that slight change in his mood, because she took one with her hands and offered it to him. “Do you want one?”

“You… never shared them with anyone before.” Sanji stated the obvious.

“I never saw anyone that needed it more than I did.” She shook her arms. “Take one. But only one.”

So turns out I’m ill. Nothing big, just a cold. But still. Will I be able to finish these on time? Stay tuned.

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Protect | Sanami week 2019

Sanji was feeling a little bit under the weather lately. Coughing had become a usual practice for him, but everyone had linked it to his addiction to cigarettes. He had, at first, too. Chopper’s lectures were starting to get to him, although he knew it was too late for him to change his mind about smoking. However, then came the next symptom: the stuffy nose. He had used every single one of his handkerchiefs and he still felt like he couldn’t breathe properly at night. Still, he figured it was something that would go away by itself.

Later came the sore throat, possibly as a consequence of all the coughing and all the breathing he had to do with his mouth instead of his nose. He didn’t say anything about it either, figuring that it was probably a one-day thing. Except it wasn’t, and he woke up the next day feeling not an inch better. In fact, as days passed by, he was starting to feel worse: he felt more tired, and did not have his usual strength in the morning. Preparing breakfast was especially hard for him, and for the first time in many years, he did not wake up until an hour later than he used to. He was awakened softly yet tenderly by a hand that took him by surprise. If he would had been a little more awake, he would have jumped out of bed, but he was so tired that not even his eyes had the strength to open. A whisper in his ear made him shiver. At first he did not understand the voice, the sounds didn’t seem to make sense in his brain, but eventually he was able to differentiate the syllables that composed his name.

“Sanji-kun, wake up.”

The familiarity of the name put his senses up to test. There was only one person who called him that way. His eyes gradually adjusted to the light, and dark eyes met his. Nami. Why was she awake? And more importantly, what was she doing in their bedroom? He opened his mouth to speak, but his throat hurt too much to make a sound. Sanji noticed she was lending him a helping hand so he took it, and got up. He almost tripped with himself, but he was hoping it was too dark for her to notice.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice nothing but a sweet whisper.

Sanji nodded with his head, and followed her outside. He did not bother to take his shoes with him, and he immediately regretted it when his bare feet touched the cold floor of the kitchen. He could not help but shiver, and this time he was sure she did notice, because she raised an eyebrow at him.

“You are always the first one to wake up in the morning. Robin and I wondered where you could be.”

Sanji stared at the clock long enough to make Nami nervous before he realized it was already half past seven. For Luffy and Zoro, this was outrageously early, but for him it was terribly late. He always woke up at six (sometimes even before six) to make sure he had breakfast prepared by the time the first person walked in the kitchen. And if Nami and allegedly Robin were already awake, that meant he had failed his principal mission. He let out an almost inaudible curse that did nothing good to his throat.

“Open your mouth.”

Sanji hesitated, but her command sounded authoritarian enough for him to do as she told. Nami took a little spoon from the kitchen counter and examined his throat, like she had seen Chopper do many times. The redness was clearly visible despite not having the brightest light in the room, and Nami chuckled.

“How long have you been sick?”

“I’m not…” it hurt to respond, but he tried doing so anyway “I’m not sick. I’m fine.”

“Well, your nasal cavities say otherwise.”

Sanji ran to get a handkerchief, clearly embarrassed, but Nami stopped him with a glass of water in her hand.

“Drink this before you speak.”

Again, her command did not admit a no for an answer. He drank fast, and water had a rather soothing effect down his throat. At least, until he started coughing.

“Sit down. I’m calling Chopper.”

“No!” he protested, louder than he should have. His vocal chords were raging fire for a second that seemed to last forever. “I’m fine.”

“You’re clearly not.” She pushed him down to a chair so that he would sit. “And what on earth are you doing barefoot?!”

She was so upset Sanji started to think it was funny. How many times had he dreamt about her being her nurse? And how different it was from reality… In all those fantasies, he was in the nursery for some kind of almost fatal wound that he got by saving his crew from some gigantic monster or an incredible army. There was nothing glorious about feeling like shit for some dumb cold. He would survive. He was fine, because he had to be fine. Colds were nothing to him. Were they?

He didn’t notice Nami had left until she came back. That was not a good sign, but he tried to ignore it. She was holding a cup of some warm beverage – tea, if he had to take a guess. She took out a little spoon (was it the little spoon from before? he hoped not) and put it inside the honey pot. Sanji gulped at how much honey Nami added to the tea, being used to taking his coffee black. Still, he said nothing, and grabbed the cup when she offered it to him with a smile.

“Honey is good for sore throats.” She spoke, watching him struggle to take the tea. “Bell-mère used to make it for me when I got sick. Then Nojiko did it for me. Now I’m doing it for you.”

“But I’m not sick.” he said when he finished drinking. His mouth tasted too much like honey, and he wished he had brought his pack of cigarettes with him. “I’m fine.”

“Why are you so obfuscated about being sick? You of all people should be over the moon that I’m taking care of you!”

“Because I should be the one protecting you and not the other way around!” the words blasted out before he could think what he was saying. Once they were out, however, Sanji began to wonder whether his thoughts were in the right place or not. Did he just act like an idiot?

Nami, for once, thought so, but she let it slide. After all, he was sick and too proud of himself. She would never admit it, but he reminded her of her own self a few years ago. Her pride and stubbornness almost get her go through a high fever alone, and she was not going to let Sanji go through the same path. She was going to protect him, no matter what he said.

“Go to bed. I’m calling Chopper.”

“I have to make breakf…”

“I will.” Nami interrupted him. “And don’t you dare disobey my orders.”

Sanji didn’t find the strength to do so, and even if he did, he wasn’t sure he wanted to suffer the consequences. Nevertheless, he couldn’t leave the kitchen before doing his job. People were counting on him, weren’t they? Even if Nami filled his absence, he would still feel like he was failing on his job.

“Let me help.” He said before he walked out. “Then I’ll go see Chopper. I promise.”

Nami rolled her eyes.

“Get yourself some shoes on first.” She said in the end, resigning herself to it. “For someone so overly protective, you’re not that good into letting people protect you, you know?”

Sanji only heard half of that sentence, but when he came back to the kitchen, Nami was waiting for him with a sly smile.

I’m a bit mad this took me so long to write, and still ended up being so short. Anyway, now I have to do all the work I’ve been posponing because of writing this so wish me luck!

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