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i am shaking and crying after this week's chapter. who gave you the right to break my heart again Oda what thE FUCKKKK

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE ONE AND ONLY NAMI!!!!! queen of my heart

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Birthday Boy <3

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been watching op again and I love these two

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Nami 🧡

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Dude please keep going with your Sanji and Nami fanfics. The new one is great, i always thought Sanji lost his boyish tone after those two Years. It got lost because of the nosebleed plot. I enjoy fics about that time of the story, we don't have much of them.

I completely agree with you! I feel like the guys especially matured a lot during the time-skip. Sometimes some of that growth is jeopardized for comic relief (like Sanji's nosebleeds), but I think that character growth is still there in the original material. I just like to explore it a little further! 💛

Thank you so much for reading my content. Just seeing all the support makes me want to write more!

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I really love your sanami stuff, keep it up.

Thank you so much! that means the world to me. I always enjoy writing sanami, it comes off so easy to me! I love writing about characters that I know so well, and that have such an interesting dynamic. Once again, thank you for your comment! It really means a lot.

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Second impressions: A Sanami fanfic

The first time that she saw him again, she couldn't believe it was him. She saw his shade in the distance, but she couldn't instantly recognise him. She heard someone call his name, but she wasn't sure she had muttered it herself.

Two years had come and gone, she thought. Of course he was going to look different. She looked different, her hair was now long. Robin looked different. Usopp, the first person she had encountered, looked different (he was ripped now, but she tried to shake that thought away). Franky certainly looked different, as he didn't even look like a human anymore. Luffy... well, Luffy didn't look so different after all. His radiant smile was still as contagious as ever.

Why did he, out of all, look so different then? It was probably the hair. How could he have changed his hair sideways? His face looked so different now. Not bad, she had to admit to herself. Just different.

During this two year break, she had had the time to live and relive the reunion with each and every one of her crewmates in her head. She had memorized what to say, down to every syllable, to every gesture. That's why she was so confident meeting Usopp, and then meeting the rest. But something had switched in her head when she saw Sanji. In her mind, the reunion with the chef was as effusive as it could only be when it came to him. She had pictured him twirling, begging, ready to jump at her feet. Certainly, she wasn't that far away from the truth: Sanji couldn't help but twirl and declare his unconditional love, but this wasn't the boy she had imagined. He looked older, somehow. It must have been the hair, she thought again. Or that new goatee of his (who knew he could grow a beard?).

She had never seen him as anything other than a lovesick boy, as well as a lifelong friend. But this was no longer a boy who was greeting her back. He had a different aura around him, and she wondered if she was the only one who had noticed.

The rest of the day transcurred without any further trouble, except of course everything that came with resurging to the surface as a crew after two years. She had almost forgotten how much trouble Luffy attracted, and she found herself feeling a lot more nostalgic than she had expected. These people were still the same idiots as before, and she had missed them all deeply. She had feared that all of this was just a fever dream high, or that they were gonna rip them away from her over again. But there they were, hugging each other, celebrating. They weren't gonna go anywhere. Except everywhere they wanted to (starting Fisherman Island, she thought while entering the bubble that protected their ship).

She entered the kitchen even before she knew what she was doing. He was obviously there, and Nami didn't react as fast as he did: he turned around almost instantly, as if he had sensed a perturbation in the ambiance. Nami thought to herself that she must have been losing her stealth over this two years while Sanji praised her like she was an oasis in the middle of the dessert.

"Nami-san, you look devastatingly gorgeous!"

"Oh, we're still doing that?" She blurted out, laughing. "Okay, Sanji-kun, then."

His face became instantly serious for a moment, until Nami couldn't see the lovesick boy anymore.

"Only as long as you want to keep doing that" he smiled, reassuringly.

Nami smiled back. She couldn't help it. She had missed that brilliant smile and the smell of cigarettes around him. It reminded her of her mother, and she had to hold back her tears.

"I'm glad to see that you're no different after all."

Sanji looked puzzled when she raised her head to face him.

"I... have a beard now." He said.

"So I've noticed. Your hair is different. Your face is different. Your body... Have you grown taller?"

"Not that I know of, no." Sanji felt like he was taking a test, and didn't know what was the right answer. Still, he wanted to keep his cool in front of her. He was not going to make a fool out of himself so soon.

"You do look different." She pointed out, once again. She couldn't exactly tell why she was so interested in his gradual change. She had accepted everyone else's instantly, but her mind was struggling to get used to his. That's why it felt so comforting to see that his eyes (well, eye) were still the same shade of blue. "But it's good to see that you're really not. Although it is very remarkable that you were able to chat for two minutes without making a scene. It's very mature of you."

"Do you... think I'm mature?" Sanji's heart was racing, and Nami felt the need to stop him right away. She didn't want his impulses to ruin the moment.

"... Can I at least offer the lady something to drink?"

Nami laughed.

"I know we've both changed during these two years... But I've never been a lady."

She would never admit it out loud, but Sanji's next words would be stuck with her forever:

"You've always been one to me."

She gave him a soft push.

"Make that two drinks. Now."

When she left the kitchen with two freshly made cocktails on hand, Nami turned back to see his shadow again. He didn't look so different on his back, doing the same tasks he had always done two years before. However, Nami had to note that the cook had indeed changed; but she did not mind at all. In fact, she kind of liked it.

Someone asked if I could do an impression of what went through in Nami's mind when she reunited with Sanji after the time-skip. I don't know if that's what they had in mind, but I've always figured that she might have been surprised to see her boys look more like men. At the end of the day, however, they're still the same idiots. 💛 This was very fun to write and it got me out of a writing block, so I hope you like it as much as I did!

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IT WAS HIGH TIME THAT NAMI WENT APESHIT AGAIN I AM SO FREAKING EXCITED

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Hi could you write a fic after the time jump about Nami looking and thinking about how Sanji has changed? Or an AU how Episodes 517-21 went, less nose bleeding memes, more sanji/nami.

Absolutely! I will keep those in mind and hopefully you'll like what I come up with. Thanks for the requests, made my day!

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How long has it been since my gal Robin has been in a real right!?

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I just read chapter 1005. I will never ever shut up about this. THE IMPLICATIONS THIS HAS??????

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SANAMI MATCHING ICONS 🍘

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casually missing my mugiwara children today... hope they're eating well and drinking enough water

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Hello!Would you mind if I ask you a few more questions?I was wondering about your idea toward this.From your point of view, how do Sanji and Nami think about each other?What is their position in the heart of each other?In your opinion, what makes SaNa special compared with the so-called LuNa and ZoNa?I am looking forward to your reply.

Hi there!

That's a very interesting question, thank you. When I write my Sanami fanfics, I'm always trying to keep in mind their dynamics. And to me, they're fascinating. Regardless of what people may think on first sight, they're not so plain and simple, and I like to think about the connotations of their interactions. I know Sanji appears to be a womanizer (it's sort of a comic relief), but there have been some scenes with Nami that make me (and other shippers, I guess) think that there's some more feeling into it. They have a well-stablished dynamic and act according to it, but beneath Nami's cold exterior and Sanji's "empty" adulations, they truly care for each other.

One could argue that everyone in the crew cares for the rest (that's kind of the spirit of One Piece), but I personally feel like they truly understand each other in a deeper level. If you compare their pasts, the narrative fits perfectly well, as if they were two pieces of the same puzzle. They have been hurt, and have been eager to help each other. They have been weak, but they've also learned to be stronger together. And they have found place for laughter, even in desperation.

Of course, I'm clearly biased but I have nothing against other ships– in fact, I can also see Nami getting along in a romantic level with Zoro or Luffy if that's where the story is headed. Also, One Piece is not really a romance story, so I keep my feet on the ground. Nami and Sanji don't need to be romantically involved, ever, but I'm a solid believer of their personal connection.

Once again, thank you! I hope this solved anything at all. I have the feeling it turned out to be more of a speech than an explanation– but that's the thing with passionate subjects, I guess!

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Hello,What do you think binding kiss means?Do you agree with what Absalom said to Nami at Thriller Bark Arc "With this binding kiss,we shall be sound together in matrimony”?If you disagree,I want to hear your explanation.In the end,do you think Budding kissed Sanji is equivalent to Absalom's concept of binding kiss?Recently,someone said to me that the kiss between Budding and Sanji which was a binding kiss.As soon as the kiss is completed,Sanji and Budding is couple,but I don’t think so.

Hi! Sorry for the late response, this whole pandemic situation is insane. As far as a "binding kiss" goes (if we understand binding kiss as the promise of holy matrimony), in my opinion, those previous kisses don't really seal the "deal". It's easier to point out in Nami's case, because she was very clearly being assaulted. Sanji was also taken by surprise (and his memory was erased), so as far as we know that wasn't consensual either. I think Pudding's kiss to Sanji was more of a goodbye kiss than a binding one.

Of course, my views could be determined by my obvious SanjixNami ship, but I personally don't think Oda would limit their freedom (in all senses) by making them joined in matrimony, especially in conditions that their characters would not agree with. Hope this solved anything for you, and again, sorry for the late response.

I really loved your question, feel free to ask if you still aren't convinced! I'd love to share thoughts.

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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.