#sanji is like hello beautiful nami and nami is like hello sanji you poor boy

[hauntingblue]

I thought nami called sanji kun like that because he calls her nami chan. But kun is for lesser or younger men. Lmao

[amindofstone]

Starry night

a/n: Guys! Listen to me! Smoking is bad! It is bad and I simply hate it. Like how are so many people okay with that smell?! My head hurts so damn much whenever I smell it and my nose starts to burn. But that’s not the point. It´s just that I want to make clear that smoking is bad not only for the smoker but also for the people around them. Oh and: Smoking is not cool! (For the little kids that think its "SOOO COOOOL". Shut up. It´s not!) Anyways, enjoy the little work of me that was made out of a little daydream of mine.

Genre: anime imagine?

Words: 1291

Character(s): Sanji x Reader (Rose)

Spoiler(s): None

Info: Please keep in mind that the words in italic are the train of thoughts of Rose (reader).

!!! Please do not steal my idea or work. Credit me if this is shared or published in any other platform or any other way. Please respect me as the writer and my work. Picture is not mine. Credits to: @yn.xx.l (can be seen in the pic) !!!

A calm night with a clear sky surrounded the sunny. A starry night worth to be seen and spent on deck. A comfortable warm weather spread around the area of the New World in which the Sunny sailed since a few hours and made the crew relax and sleep in peace. Usually the Strawhats would use a night like this to celebrate and be as loud and energetic as they are and would only stop when no one is able to stand anymore. Sometimes they are even so loud that Rose couldn´t help but feel bad for their ally Trafalgar Law, who was a naturally calm and introverted person. The thought of him locking himself up in the girls cabin still manages to make her laugh each time. Even Nami who didn’t like any boy be in the cabin felt bad for him and let him stay there. But the money loving woman she is, she wanted him to pay for his stay and if Robin, Chopper and her didn´t interfere the poor man would have paid as frustrated as he was.

Rose took a deep breath and closed her eyes while she enjoyed the calm silence that was accompanied by the waves crashing onto the sunny. A soft cool breeze made the brunette shiver what caused her to wonder if she should go and grab a blanket or at least a jacket if she planned to stay on deck but that thought quickly left her mind when she felt a jacket being placed on her shoulders. “Hello my dear. What are you doing all alone this late?”, Rose turned around and was surprised to see the blond cook behind her. A bit startled she looked him in the eyes “How come I didn´t hear you coming?”, she asked surprised what made the tall man next to her smile. “It seems like you were lost in thoughts. Is everything alright?”, he asked and leant against the railing. Rose gave him a tender smile and shook her head. “No worries. Everything is fine. I just thought that the night was really beautiful and needed to be seen.”

She gave him one last smile and looked back up to the sky when she heard a little click that made her look back to the man beside her. With a new cigar between his lips the man beside her loosened his tie and tried to put his lighter to work. But his lighter to his luck was working against his will. “Even your lighter is tired of lighting up your cigars.”, Rose said with a sad smile while she put on the jacket her crew mate put over her shoulder. A bit confused the cook looked up at her. “10 minute is the longest time you did not have a cigarette between your lips. 10 minutes was what I counted. Don´t you think your smoking habit is a bit too much?”, overwhelmed but also surprised by her words Sanji stopped in his tracks with the lighter still lingering close to his cigarette that wanted to be light up. “I´m sorry I didn´t wanted to put you in any uncomfortable situation. I´m sure that you have a reason for the constant smoking but I just can´t help but be worried. It´s detrimental for you after all.” Another click could be heard and Rose spotted a small source of light out of the corner of her eyes. First puff, …. second puff, …. thrid puff, …. fourth puff. Rose counted silently in her head before she saw him flick the spent ashes over the railing. Fifth puff. “I know.”

“If you already know this why don´t you try to smoke less?”, the cigarette was put between his pink lips when he rolled up his sleeves. Little smoke clouds were dancing around the somehow majestic looking man while he rolled up his left sleeve then the right sleeve. With his cigar still in his mouth he put his hands in his pockets. Rose followed each of his movements with a sad but tender and loving gaze. “Smoking is a part of me. It belongs to me just like cooking. I mean, I do know that smoking is not healthy, partly also because Chopper tells me that on a daily basis, but going honest I never cared. Smoking was a way for me to grow one way or another. It… well… I´m really sorry, dear. But I just don´t know how to explain it. Just know that it´s a part of me and can not be taken from me that easily.”

Rose looked down at the railing and focused on her hands but kept talking to the man that managed to take her heart. “Did you know that one cigarette shortens your life up to 10 minutes? This might not sound a lot but just think about what you can do in 10 minutes. And think about the fact that one package of cigarettes has 21 cigars. That makes 3 hours and 30 minutes you threw away and . I.. I mean… I´m sorry. I should keep quiet. Please forgive me if I hurt you. I didn´t mean that.”

Sanji was confused and didn´t know how to react to her words of concern, what was unusual for someone that is constantly flirting with every woman passing him. “Rose, please. You don´t have to apologize. You didn´t do anything wrong. It´s okay, because you´re just worried and going honest that´s actually really sweet of you.”, a little blush spread across the young pirates cheeks and made her close her eyes. No matter what he says or does. Even if it´s just a tiny compliment or a smile he is able to make my heart race. But it´s fine because we are dating, right? “Rose, how come you always tell me that? I mean, tell me that I should stop smoking?”, Sanji slowly came closer and stood right beside her with one hand of his taking hers in his to intertwine them. “I might sound annoying but I´m just saying this because I care for you, a lot.”

Simple words but with a heavy and deep meaning left her mouth that made the blond man’s heart race like crazy. He tried his best to keep a calm and controlled facet but failed when Rose slightly turned towards him to look him in the eyes. “I care for you Sanji, more than anyone in the planet.”, Rose hesitated for a second but decided to follow her heart and mind that screamed for his warmth. She placed her hand that was not intertwined with his and placed it on his cheek just to caress it slowly and make him close his eyes and whimper. “I am not sure if I´m allowed to do this since we went on just one date, but it´s something I wanted for a long time.”

She released her hand that laid in his and used it to take his cigarette. She didn´t take it out of his mouth instantly but rather waited for a reaction of his. But he didn´t do anything. He stood still and let her do whatever she wanted. Rose gave him a genuine smile and took his cigarette from him and threw it over board. “Rose…”, Sanji was confused and wanted to ask what she wanted but never had the chance to do it because everything was long forgotten when she placed a soft kiss at the corner of his lips. A quiet moan could be heard that came from the cook. He wanted to hold her closer and ask for more but before his brain could process everything she placed a short kiss on his cheek and wished him a good night.

[z3llous]

Look at Me

( Nov 10, 2020 )

Sanji x fem reader Platonic Ace x fem reader

Two. It had always been just the two of them. They only had eachother.

He was bruised and she was alone. His brothers hated him and her parents died. They were both separated from the other children.

She never felt more alone than amidst the group. Boisterous voices echoed from a distance, never truly entering her mind. The floor was far more fascinating and rather open minded compared to her peers.

A flash of gold passed her peripheral vision. She looked up to see a bandaged blond boy hiding behind the birch tree next to the swing set. She'd seen him in class before; he was always covered in some form of bandage or bruise. He was the only one, other than her, that wasn't part of the group.

It was now or never to make a friend. Small town mentality meant few moved away and those who did never left alone.

"Hi?" She said approaching the small boy cautiously.

"Um, hello." He answered avoiding her gaze.

"Would you like to sit with me at lunch? My grandma made me some cookies." She asked, offering a small bribe.

"Yes! I mean, yes please." He said lighting up with excitement immediately.

They'd unknowingly made their first and soon to be best friend that day.

---

Blue. His eye color and the hue of the bracelets she made for them. His had a sun pendant and hers had a moon.

"Sanji! I have a present for you!" Y/n yelled as she ran toward him.

"Really?!" He never got a present from anyone other than his mother, who had passed a few years ago.

"Yeah, hold out your hand for me and close your eyes ok?" She said happily.

"Ok!" He said quickly obeying.

He felt something cold and oddly shaped slide over his hand and onto his wrist.

"Open!" Y/n exclaimed.

He looked to see the ocean blue bracelet wrapped around his wrist. It was a little big, but nothing he couldn't grow into.

"I have one too!" She held out her arm for him to see.

"We match!" He said grabbing her hand to admire her work better.

"Yup! It means we'll be together forever!" She tangled her fingers with his.

"Seriously?!" His voice raised in pitch.

"Yeah, promise?" Y/n pulled him closer leaning her forehead against his.

"Promise!" He said happily flush faced as he leaned against her in return.

---

She sat across from him focusing desperately on the homework before her. It was becoming more difficult by the second to keep a neutral expression.

He wouldn't shut up about the lovely ladies in their school, especially the new red headed girl.

A new girl named Nami had moved in recently. New people were rare. Nami girl could be nice when she wanted to be, but otherwise Y/n didn't see much to like about her. She had nothing against Nami, she wasn't a horrible person, but she couldn't see what was so special about her. Nothing really stood out other than her hair. Maybe it was the hair.

Regardless, Sanji kept talking about how beautiful she was, "A radiant jewel" as he put it. It wasn't uncommon for him to go off about women, but the fact the fresh blood set him off to a whole new level.

"Nami's hair is such a beautiful shade of citrine! I simply can't imagine how one could obtain such a hue!"

"Genetics."

"I wonder what she thinks of when her mind wanders off away from the cruel clutches of reality."

"Money, probably."

"Her eyes often gaze at our lovely teacher's necklace. Does she desire such extravagance to decorate herself with?"

"Plotting how to steal it."

"She must-"

"Sanji! This is our last assignment for the year and it's due tomorrow. Focus or at least do something beside ponder Nami's existence."

"But-"

"I will steal every fork you own. Now focus on something else, please. Your tangerine obsession is distracting."

"Alright..." Finally he left the subject behind and looked to his paper.

This was just sad. He couldn't understand any of the problems.

"Y/n?"

"Yes?"

"How do I find X?"

She looked up from her final question and decided it could wait.

Getting up from her side of the table she slid beside him and began explaining.

He always smelled of whatever delicious thing he cooked that day. Today it had definitely been a pasta.

Leaning against him to see better was possibly a bad idea. She always wanted more. Being physically close wasn't rare for them, but as time passed it became difficult not to desire going a little further.

She couldn't help but slowly rest her head on his shoulder as she helped him.

---

Luffy messed up the decorations again, for the third time. Robin simply laughed it off and began again.

"Luffy, go wash off all that red paint, please." Mrs. Makino said with a smile as she walked in to see his little murder scene.

"Shi shi shi. Yes, Mrs. Makino!" Luffy quickly left to wash up with a skip in his step.

"Don't worry, Robin, I'll assign him a different project." Mrs. Makino said as she sat at her desk.

"Thank you, Mrs. Makino." Robin answered sweetly before returning to making decorations.

"Namiiii-swaaa- Oh, hello Mrs. Makino! You look lovely, can't even tell you're five months along." Sanji burst into the room.

"Thank you, Sanji. That's very kind of you. Only four to go!"

"You can do it, Mrs. Makino!" Everyone in the classroom cheered.

"Enough about me, get back to work everyone!" She laughed.

"Nami-swaaaan!"

"Sanji, I'm busy. These stars aren't going to finish themselves." She didn't look up.

"Lovely stars, only angel could create!" He dreamily spouted.

"That's nice. What do you want." Nami grumbled struggling to focus.

"Be my date for the festival!"

Y/n's head shot up, surprising Ace next to her.

"I don't know..." Nami drawled.

"Please, I'll pay!"

"Fine."

"Yes!"

Y/n slid down in her seat and gazed hazily at the ceiling.

"You alright?" Ace poked her cheek.

"Sanji and I go together every year. Now, what am I gonna do?"

The tiles above became more appealing the longer Sanji bothered Nami with date plans. This detail didn't pass by Ace.

"Why don't we go together?" He said temporarily abandoning the project.

"Yeah?" She turned to him.

"Yeah, Can't have you binge watching Fullmetal Alchemist in the dark with a tub of ice cream again." He joked.

"Aaaaw, why not? It's green mint chip and fudge this time."

"Fine, but not without me, after the festival, and you have to share."

"Deal." She shook his outstretched hand humorously.

---

Wooly clouds grazed in the chilly blue above. Her sweater was enough to shield from the cold.

"Yo! Y/n!" The distant voice of Ace running her way reached her ears.

"Hey, Ace!" She ran to meet him and they began to walk to school together.

Students, stalls, and colorful decorations filled the campus.

"Cmon, Ace! Let's get food!" She grabbed his sleeve and pointed to the food stalls.

"Alright, Alright, hungry much?"

"Always."

They laughed and ran to get in line.

---

He was holding at least  twelve bags as he tiredly trailed behind Nami. Sanji wasn't going to be able to afford basics at this rate. He might have to stay with Y/n for a bit, not that she ever minded. When he said he'd pay he didn't expect to pay with all he had.

Y/n always split the bill with him on everything. They often carried their things in a large bag and each held a handle as they walked side by side. Y/n always made the effort to make everything equal between them.

"Oh, I like your bracelet." Nami noticed the ocean colored beads.

A dull ache had begun to claw at his heart.

---

"and then he panicked and threw it at Zoro. His hair went from mossy green to shitty green."

"Oh my-*wheeze*" Ace struggled to breath and wiped away tears of laughter.

"That's not even the best part." Y/n said with a smirk.

"How?!" he sat up regaining his composure slightly.

"Picture day!" She burst out laughing.

Ace fell off the bench.

"Please, tell me you have the yearbook." He managed to say between laughs.

"I do."

They headed toward the theater room and continued to tell hilarious stories along the way.

---

Luffy and Shanks, the sex Ed teacher, were dramaticly reenacting a fighting scene on stage. Luffy's stance and acting was so awful it became a comedy.

"Why is he a main character, this is just sad." Nami was one of the few not amused with the "new" version of the play.

Sanji desperately held in his laughter to avoid her wrath. He found Shanks completely in character and Luffy dancing around moronically far too humorous.

Y/n's joyful laugh echoed throughout the room amongst the others. He wanted to join her.

---

"My brother looked like such a dumb ass prancing around like that." Ace said as they grew closer to her home.

"Yeah, but I loved it."

"Agreed."

She unlocked the door and bowed sarcastically for him.

"Oh, why thank you peasant." He said walking in.

"Hey!" Y/n stood up and playfully slapped his shoulder.

---

His sore arms were finally relieved of their burden. The last bag had been placed in Nami's car.

He'd be lying if he said it was the best festival day he'd had. It was actually at the bottom of the list.

He had little money left. She'd rung him dry. He'd have to stay at Y/n's.

He pulled out his sunflower case covered phone and texted Y/n.

---

Enthralled was the only way to describe them as they watched Edward fight on screen. Unfortunately it had to be interrupted by the buzzing of her phone.

"Something going on?" Ace paused the anime.

"Sanji's staying the night and the week too, apparently."

"Wonder what happened. He doesn't normally stay the week." He said confusedly.

"Nami probably spent all his money."

"Ooooh. That makes sense. I should call pops to pick me up. You don't have enough room for both of us staying."

"Thanks, Ace."

"No problem."

---

Shortly after she finished cleaning up a familiar car pulled into her driveway.

She open the door to an exhausted Sanji. Poor boy looked ready to collapse.

"Oh dear, Sanji, please sit down. I'll make some tea." She guided him to the couch.

He flopped down shamelessly and let himself be absorbed into its soft embrace.

"How hard did she work you?" She asked from the kitchen.

"I carried her bags all day, some were heavy even for me, and I have to carry large flour bags around all the time. I counted fifteen when I put them in her car. I paid for everything in those bags. I can barely a buy box of chicken nuggets now."

"Damn." She walked in with the tea and sat down next to him.

He took a sip and sighed. It was perfect, the right temperature, sugar, and milk. She knew him too well.

He set it down and leaned against her.

"I don't know if I can do it again." He sighed.

"Then don't." She stated wrapping an arm around him.

"Wha-" He titled his head up surprised.

"You don't have to do anything."

"But-"

"No, you are far too important to be treated so poorly. You deserve better." She began to rub his back comfortingly.

"She's the only one to actually go out with me. All the others rejected me without hesitation."

"Not all."

"Then who? I'm so lonely every morning and night waking up and falling asleep in an empty home."

"Why not m-" She noticed his empty wrist.

"What?"

She gently grasped his arm and held it up.

"Where's your bracelet? Did you lose it?" She asked in calm yet concerned tone.

"Nami kept bothering me about how much she liked it until I gave it up." He sadly sighed.

"Sanji, you can't just give in to her every whim and want." She flopped onto her side, covering her face. Y/n didn't want him to see how upset she was.

"I'll get it back." He reached out to brush her hands away from her face.

"I gave it to you as a pledge that we'd be together forever." She whispered beginning to sob.

Y/n rolled onto her back and curled up in a ball.

"I'm so sorry. Y/n, please look at me. I'll get it back, promise." He pleaded.

"Promise?" She sniffled peeking out.

"I promise." He held out his pinky.

She laughed a bit and wiped some tears away before intertwining her finger with his.

"Now, that's settled. I could've sworn you were going to say something." He thought aloud.

"No!" Heat began to rise from within her.

"It was something like, 'why not m-', what's that supposed to mean. Why not what?" Curiosity dripped from every word and pooled onto the wooden floor.

"It's nothing." Y/n tried avoiding it. She couldn't look at him. It would give her away.

"You never mean nothing. What-" It clicked and his eyes widened with excitement.

She meant to say "Why not me?". She loves him. SHE LOVES HIM. She'd never rejected him in anyway. He'd jokingly flirt with her from time to time and she never turned him down. How had he not noticed. Such a dream seemed too far out of his reach to even consider.

"Y/n, why didn't you say so~"

Sanji's sudden elation and playfulness made something plummet from within. Had he figured it out?

"Say what?" She hoped she was wrong. Her heart trembled.

"You love me!~" He plopped onto her and nuzzled affectionately into her stomach. He made sure to entangled her in his grasp.

"Aaah, nooooo! You weren't supposed to guess it." The temperature rose to an unbearable level.

"My Y/n-Chwaan loves me!~" He chanted tightening his grip and burying face further into the folds of her shirt.

"I love you too." He stated looking up to her vermilion flustered expression.

"Yeah, yeah, love you." She looked away unable bear the cuteness of his puppy eye and started petting him.

Y/n was fawned over and teased relentlessly all night. She couldn't escape his endless adoration.

[divinityoswin]

Welcome to Tumblr 😁 May I request headcanons for how Sanji would celebrate his birthday with his female S/O? Bonus if she has the same birthday as him 😃

Hello!  Thank you for the warm welcome ❤ I’ll try my best with my first request!

Sanji isn’t exactly someone who shares his birthday with others, not even with his crew.  Despite Luffy’s occasional nagging, he keeps it close to his heart, and will act like it’s just any other day.  It takes some investigating to learn when exactly the date is - and once you learn, well - you insist on celebrating it with him.  After all, you share the same birthday - it must be destiny!

Unfortunately for you, Sanji will treat you like a queen no matter what the day, especially on the day of your birth, and refuse to be treated any differently on his birthday.  It will take him some - a lot - of convincing to sit down and just relax for the day.  He’ll just insist on making some of your favourite snacks, or perhaps a seafood platter, or a drink to share.

If you thought you were going to be cooking breakfast for Sanji, or that Sanji would be cooking with you, you’re sorely mistaken.  He’ll prepare a grand feast for you in the morning, a breakfast in bed kind of deal.  Except he’ll forget that it’s his birthday too, so you both end up sharing the meal at your insistence.

When it comes to presents, you would both shower each other in gifts if it weren’t for the fact that it was virtually impossible to hide presents on the Thousand Sunny.  So, you do things for each other instead.  Sanji takes extra care in crafting a dessert that looks like an art piece in a museum, you (with the help of Usopp and Robin) gather flowers that say a thousand promises in the language of them.  

You’ll be so wrapped up in making each other’s presents that you won’t notice it’s almost lunch time, and the crew has mysteriously disappeared inside while the Sunny floats along the waters.  You’re left with Sanji, who’s taking in a breath of smoke and says, “you didn’t have to do that, shit-heads.” - it’s then you notice the picnic blanket, champagne and glasses, and a basket on the lawn of the Sunny.  Despite Sanji’s comment, you can tell he’s happy.

You hold out your hand and he takes it, though he’s blushing slightly and muttering about how the hell did they get into his kitchen anyway - but one look at you, sitting on the picnic blanket, the ocean breeze flowing through your hair and a smile fitting for an angel on your lips that he forgets all his worries and simply enjoys the moment with you

A chink of the champagne glasses later, and a taste of Usopp’s rather... interesting choice of sandwiches (which Luffy had half-eaten already, which you had to physically hold down Sanji to stop him from marching over to the cabins and yelling at the poor captain), Sanji finally calms down and he lets you lean against his shoulder. 

You fall asleep on him, the slow, deliberate movement of his chest as he breaths in and out causing a rhythm that lulls you to sleep.  He doesn’t move, in fear of waking you up - and, after all, you look adorable when you’re asleep.  He thinks about how lucky he is to have you, and just how much he’s going to spoil you that night.  His lips etch into a grin, as thoughts of the birthday cake he had been planning ever since he learnt your birthday come into his mind.  The only time he moves is to yell at Luffy to stop trying to sneak into the kitchen, to which you wake up.

It’s an hour before dinner, you’ve packed up the picnic and have spent the rest of the afternoon in the girls’ cabin getting prepared for tonight.  Nami has offered you an elegant dress of hers, and Robin does your makeup and hair, and they both treat you like a princess.  Meanwhile, the boys are trying to groom Sanji, but Sanji’s already groomed, and they’re just making a bigger mess out of him.  Zoro kicks him out of the room, literally, and Sanji’s standing in the lawn now with a dishevelled suit and cursing a storm at the boys.  He stops when he sees you, though - his jaw drops at your beauty, and he’s fallen in love with you all over again.  You spend a candlelit dinner together on the lawn, with a table and chairs set up to give you both a private dining experience.  At least, it would be private, had the other Straw Hats not obviously been watching the two of you...

Finally, Sanji does something you never expected - he invites you to his kitchen.  He bows, holding your hand like a knight would hold his queen’s, and leads you inside.  On the tabletops lay the ingredients to bake a cake.  He grins, and says, “I thought it would taste better if we made it together.” - it doesn’t, because halfway through you decide it would be a fun idea to throw some flour at Sanji, and the kitchen turns into a mess of cake batter and flour and sugar and you’re not worried about wasting food because Luffy will eat off the floor anyway.

He ends the night with a gentle kiss on the lips - he tastes like rosemary and burning cider wood - and promises to make it up next year.  You say you wouldn’t have it any other way, and he smiles sheepishly at you.

[waterchestnut123]

CH 4 | To Catch A Turtle Dove

Fandom: One Piece Setting: Victorian AU Genre: Action, Adventure, Humor, Friendship, Romance. Pairings: Law/Nami Rating: M - Mature (for language, drinking and alcohol, death and some moderate gore, other adult themes)

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Chapter 4: Nojiko and Rebecca

“Half a mast—just floatin’ there in the water off the cliffs!”

“Shipwreck, ya think?”

“That’s what ‘e thinks, least. Up near the northern coast of Flevance.”

Nami leaned against the deck railing of the ferry keeping her absent gaze on the approaching docks, but tuned a curious ear toward the fisherman conversing against the cabin wall behind her.

��Makes sense. Those waters are damn scary. Any survivors?”

“None that ‘e found when ‘e went ta look, though ‘e said ‘e didn’ get too close—you know ‘ow the tide is up there. ‘e did find a piece ‘o hull though. Poor crew musta gotten thrashed on the rocks in that storm th’other day.”

The second man tutted, a protesting squeal from the hinges of the cabin door sounding behind her before the loud thud of it closing, muffled voices continuing through the wall.

She shook her head. It was a right shame, if true—no one deserved to die at the hands of the northern coast. They were the most treacherous waters in all of Grandlin, subject to strong winds, unpredictable tides, hidden rocks, and occasional sheets of ice. She would have to remember to mention it to Robin once she returned home tomorrow, though—the older woman always was oddly fascinated by such morbid stories.

The wind and sea spray began to die down as the ferry approached the Cocoyasi docks, and Nami felt a familiar twinge of homesickness as the deck hand jumped off the boat onto the docks, another shipmate tossing him a rope to secure the craft. The two fisherman and only other passengers—headed to a different island in the chain—returned to the deck, conversation now focused on the falling price of tuna as she pulled away from the rail and made for the short gangplank now being lowered.

Nami stepped carefully down the sloping wood, heels thumping noisily as she landed on the worn dock. It had been at least six months since she’d been here—early summer and sunny with blue skies. Now, though the islands were far warmer than Flevance, still the approach of winter was evident in the grey clouds covering the sun from view and the subtle bite to the air. A gentle breeze pulled at the hair she wore long and loose down her back as she tucked her bag more firmly under her elbow and made her way down the dock and towards the village which raised her.

It was an easy walk up the dirt road, Cocoyasi visible atop the crest of the hill. She gazed at it fondly before turning her head to follow the path she knew lay beyond her sight, from the village’s center to the cliff jutting into the ocean on her left, where her childhood home lay hidden by the trees.

As she approached the village’s small main street two young boys playing a raucous game of tag spotted her. Jonny careened to a halt in the middle of the road, waving enthusiastically in her direction and ignoring his companion who ran headlong into his back.

“Namiii! Welcome back!”

She smiled at the boy, his companion soon spotting her and waving as well. They didn’t wait for her to reach them, instead running up to her, eyes expectant.

“Did you bring us anything from Flevance?”

Yosaku always did cut right to the chase. She laughed lightly, crossing her arms and bringing a finger to her chin.

“Hmmmm… Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. Perhaps if you remind me who the most beautiful woman in all the Conomi islands is, my memory might return…”

“You are!” They shouted in unison, saluting her with practiced ease and wide, appeasing grins. She smiled.

“And don’t you two forget it!”

Hand slipping into her pocket, she tossed each of them a small bag of Sanji’s homemade lemon drops with a wink. “Courtesy of the best chef in the Capitol.”

“Thanks Nami!” they chimed enthusiastically before running off into the trees, giggling. She smiled fondly, watching them settle at the base of an old stump before continuing on to the village.

The main thoroughfare was rather empty, fisherman still out for the day and the women likely tending to lunch. A few who noticed her popped their heads out into the street to say hello, and she cheerfully greeted them in return.

She reached her first stop quickly, stepping up to the small clinic at the end of town. Inside Nako sat at his desk on the far side of the room, oblivious to her entrance until the door swung shut with a thump. He looked up and smiled upon seeing her, waving her over.

“Ah, Nami! Good to see you—it’s been a while!”

She smiled, striding towards the desk.

“Hey Nako. How are you?”

He stood and offered her a hug before settling into his chair, sitting back as he observed her leaning against the desk.

“Ah, I’m quite well. Here about Nojiko I presume?”

“Yes—how has she been doing? Are her tests looking any better with the new medication?”

The jovial look on Nako’s face fell slightly, and he sighed. Nami felt her own smile fall as well.

“Well… she’s not worse. It’s difficult to say she’s doing much better, though.”

Nami nodded with a small sigh, reaching into her bag.

“I suspected as much. Any outstanding payments due?”

Nako nodded, reaching for his ledger and flipping through it.

“Ah, not too much. 300 Belli. I was going to go up there this afternoon to collect it, actually.”

Nami smiled wryly. “Well, I’ll save you a trip, then.”

She counted out the bills and set them on his desk.

“Are you heading up there now?” he inquired, turning for a drawer.

“Next stop.”

“Could you bring her this? I wanted to start her on a vitamin supplement. I worry she’s not eating enough. In fact… if its not too much, make her lunch while you’re there? I think she could use a good meal.”

Nami reached for the bottle of white powder, tucking it and a proffered measuring spoon into her bag.

“One spoonful in a meal or drink a day.” He instructed.

“I’ll pass that on,” she responded, looking up to hold his gaze meaningfully. “Thank you, Nako.”

He smiled kindly, standing to escort her as she headed for the door.

“Anything for you girls. You take care now, you hear?”

“You too.”

She bid him farewell, waving as she stepped back out onto the road and took a side path up the cliff to the cottage.

A sea breeze blew in off the water, the scent of salt filling her nostrils, and she tucked a flyaway strand of hair behind her ear, thoughts far away. Nojiko could really use more help. Nami was already making the budget stretch fantastically to accommodate employing Chabo to maintain the tangerine grove for her; and Rebecca’s expenses were ever growing…

She let out a familiar sigh. The answer was the same as it had always been.

They needed more money.

Almost before she realized it the small cottage was looming before her and she shook her head to clear her troubled thoughts, putting on a cheerful smile. Aunties should always be smiling. Straightening, she knocked firmly on the door and soon Genzo answered, a bouncing, giggling Rebecca on his shoulders.

“Ah, Nami! Good to see you! Come in, come in!”

He smiled broadly, standing aside as Rebecca began animatedly attempting to wriggle out of Genzo’s hold.

“Nami! Nami! Nami!” she chanted and Nami laughed, turning to the excited toddler.

“Becka! Becka! Becka!” Nami chanted right back, a finger rising to tap the girl on the nose, eliciting a delighted squeal.

Genzo chuckled, closing the door and shepherding her into the small living room where Rebecca’s efforts to reach for Nami finally became too much for the older man. With a huff, he reached up and lifted her, extending her to Nami’s waiting arms.

“Nami!” squealed the girl, and Nami laughed.

“Rebecca!” she echoed, giving the girl a tight hug.

“Dids a bwing pwesents?” the girl inquired with wide eyes, and Nami tutted.

“Little girl, I think you’re getting spoiled!”

“Spoiled gets pwesents?” she inquired seriously, and Genzo laughed.

“I did warn you Nami,” he opined with amusement, plopping down onto the living room sofa with an exhausted huff.

Nami chuckled, setting Rebecca on the floor and kneeling before her while digging through her bag.

“Well, miss Rebecca, I do have a present—but only for polite little girls who say please and thank you,” she said sternly, lifting a small, gently worn doll from within the confines of her bag and shaking it gently. Rebecca’s eyes popped and she immediately stilled, hands fisting the dirty pinafore atop her over-sized blue dress.

“Auntie can I pwease has my pwesent?” she inquired with careful effort, and Nami struggled to keep a straight face.

“That’s better,” she said approvingly as she extended the doll towards her. It was snatched with excited hands, held briefly at arm’s length for a quick examination before being clutched tightly to her chest.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she squealed excitedly as she jumped up and down, and Nami finally allowed her grin free.

“You’re very welcome. Why don’t you go play with your new dolly in your play corner while Grandpa Genzo and I talk, hm? I’ll make us lunch, too.”

“Okay!” she answered excitedly, before running to a corner of the living room where a stack of wooden blocks and worn children’s books lay in a heap. Nami let out an affectionate sigh before standing and turning to Genzo, who looked ready to fall asleep.

“I take it Nojiko’s resting?” she inquired over Rebecca’s excitable burbling.

Eyelids drooping, Genzo nodded, letting out a weary breath.

“Rebecca insisted on playing tag in the grove this morning. Drove Chabo absolutely nuts,” he chuckled, “Really wore me out, too.”

Nami nodded with understanding. Rebecca was… quite energetic at times.

“Why don’t you take a nap. I’ll watch Rebecca and make us all lunch, and wake you when its ready.”

Gen’s eyes were already starting to close when he murmured appreciatively, “You’re a godsend, Nami.”

She chuckled, twirling on her heel and heading for the kitchen.

The kitchen was better stocked than she expected but less well stocked than she would have preferred. Eying the available ingredients in the pantry, she selected materials for a basic chicken noodle soup. Rebecca, thankfully, played quietly in her corner for the duration of the soup’s cook time, and when she finally wandered into the kitchen having exhausted the novelty of her new doll, Nami was ready to set the table.

“Take these and put one in front of each chair,” she instructed, handing the girl four rolled up napkins. She nodded seriously, toddling off to the table and struggling to reach up to its surface, dutifully placing a napkin at each setting. Nami finished the rest, strapping the girl into her third-hand high chair with a selection of peeled tangerine slices as she went to wake Genzo. But as she passed the hall, she caught sight of Nojiko stumbling out of the bedroom, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Spotting Nami, she grinned broadly, affect immediately cheering.

“I thought I heard your voice,” she said affectionately, crossing the distance to give her adopted sister a hug. Nami held her tightly in return, noting with some displeasure the boniness of her shoulders.

“I made lunch. Table is already set, why don’t you go sit down? I’m just going to wake Gen from his nap.”

Palpable relief flashed briefly in her eyes and she nodded. As Nojiko headed for the kitchen Nami headed for the living room, finding Gen lying exactly where she’d left him, head resting at an odd angle against the back of the sofa with his mouth hanging open, softly snoring. She repressed a snort, gently kicking his shoe with the toe of her boot.

“Lunch is ready, Gen. Up-and-at-em.”

He snorted and jerked, sitting up blearily and bringing a hand to rub his eyes.

“Lunch?” he inquired hoarsely, and she nodded.

“Come get it while it’s hot.”

He followed her into the kitchen, the two of them sitting at their respective place settings as the older man insisted upon saying Grace for the occasion—to which Nojiko and Nami grudgingly complied. It was difficult to say no to the closest thing they had to a father when it mattered so much to him and was such a trifling matter to them—especially when they all three saw each other so rarely.

The meal was a warm and peaceful affair, with Rebecca making a proper mess and Genzo being rewarded with a tangerine to the face (an event which left both Nami and Rebecca in a fit of giggles). However, soon the skies began to dim, and Genzo was due to depart for his rounds about the village. Nojiko lifted Rebecca from her chair, excusing herself to put the girl down for her afternoon nap, and Nami saw the old policeman to the door.

“It was good to see you, Nami,” he said as he pulled on his coat, the cooling outside air seeping in as he tugged on the door. “Don’t work yourself too hard, you hear?” Nami smiled as she pulled him in for a hug, tugging the blanket from the couch around her arms more tightly in the chill.

“I could say the same to you. And hey—” she interrupted, sticking her head out the door to glance up at the sky, “Bring an umbrella with you tonight. It should start raining a little after sundown.”

Genzo simply shook his head, smiling, as he donned his cap.

“It’s creepy how you do that, you know.”

Nami rolled her eyes but couldn’t help her smile. “You’ll thank me later, like you always do. Have a good night, Gen. And thanks for looking after Nojiko and Rebecca for me.”

“Anything for you girls,” he replied warmly, tipping his hat before heading out the door.

Sliding the deadbolt into place, Nami returned to the kitchen to gather their plates, replacing the blanket around her shoulders with an apron before starting on the dishes. She was in the middle of scrubbing some dried on tangerine flesh from Rebecca’s plate when Nojiko returned, taking a seat at the table with a tired sigh.

“I see you’ve been spoiling your niece again. She took her new dolly with her to sleep,” she commented with amusement.

Nami let out a quiet laugh. “I wouldn’t be a good auntie if I didn’t.”

Nojiko smiled as Nami set the now sparkling plate onto the rack, drying her hands before turning back to the table where her bag hung from the corner of her chair. She reached for it, taking a seat and digging through the contents. Pulling out a fat stack of bills and the bottle of vitamin powder. She slid both across the table.

“I stopped off at Nako’s on my way up and paid off your outstanding balance. He told me to bring you this,” she said gesturing to the bottle. “It’s a vitamin powder; take one scoop full every day in a meal or drink.”

Nojiko eyed the items a moment before pulling both towards her.

“Lunch, money, and errands? I take it back, you’re not just spoiling Rebecca you’re spoiling me too.”

“Nonsense,” Nami scoffed, folding her arms and leaning back in her chair. “It’s hardly spoiling you if it only puts food on the table.”

Nojiko flipped through the stack quietly before pocketing it, offering her a wry smile. It had been only in the past year Nami had managed to get Nojiko to take the money without question or fuss.

A comfortable silence lapsed between them before Nojiko spoke again. “Will you be spending the night? Rebecca would love to spend more time with you if you’re able.”

“If it’s not too much trouble.”

“Never,” Nojiko insisted with a smile, making to stand. “I’ll go get your bed ready.”

Nami stood quickly, gesturing firmly for Nojiko to sit. “Ah, ah—I’ve got it. You relax, I’ll go turn down the sheets.”

Nojiko looked like she might object a moment, but then suddenly swayed gently on her feet and sat back down.

“If you insist, I suppose,” she acquiesced.

“Always,” Nami said with a wink, turning and heading down the short hall.

Their old room was largely as she’d left it so many years ago—spartan and unadorned, the sheets stacked and folded neatly in the scuffed wooden dresser. She grabbed them and brought them to the bare mattress, but there she stilled, setting them at the foot of the bed before slowly sitting down next to them with a sigh. Finally, briefly, she let the smile she’d kept in place all afternoon fall. She leaned back on her hands, staring up at the cracked and peeling paint of the ceiling before closing her eyes wearily. Nojiko and Rebecca needed so much more than they had.

Three more days. Three more days, then she’d rob that ball blind. She set her shoulders before opening her eyes and standing to make the bed.

For Nojiko. Nojiko and Rebecca.

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Hello again Nee! So im back, and have another request. How would the Straw Hats, Sabo, Koala, Ace and Marco react to find scars in they S/O's Back? Heh~ :3

Sweet Bean! You have returned to me :3 

YAAAASSSSS The baes Ace and Marco have been chosen!

Luffy:

Okay so this all depends on how they got the scars.

are they potentially acne scars? Then he’s not going to freak out that much; might ask if they were sore or something but he’s not going to be fussed.

Might not even notice them until they’re pointed out to him

Now if they had been put there by someone, that’s when he gets interested.

How did it happen? Was it a fight? Did they win? 

He will ask every question under the sun unless it’s obvious tat it makes his S/O uncomfortable.

If they are there due to his S/O being attacked and someone reminds him while in the presence of the person who inflicted them, then he’s going to give them a swift punch. 

Zoro:

Has his own scars so probably wouldn’t be too fussed about it.

he’d swap stories about how he got his scars. Might take him a while to open up about very personal scars, but he will eventually tell his S/O about it.

if his S/O was to face off against the person who potentially gave them the scars, he would always look at the scars if thy were visible and think about not only how the skin has healed but so had his S/O

Less likely than Luffy to strike that person, but still very protective. 

Sanji:

He’s got quite a few from when he first started cooking and wasn’t great with a knife. His fingers are littered with them but they’re barely visible unless his hands get cold. 

Once more, if they’re acne scars he doesn’t really ask about them 

If they’re wounds, he’ll ask what happened but he won’t push for it. 

He’d never forgive the person who inflicted them.

During cuddles, he’d trace the scars with his fingers, especially if they had recently met the person who inflicted them

If they happened due to an accident, he’d keep in mind what the accident was and help them avoid such things happening again.

Brook:

He’d be fascinated if it made a shape or something

And jealous. 

Due to not having skin, he can no longer have cool looking scars. 

Like the others, if he found that his S/O’s scars were inflicted, he’d be less than impressed and any talk of jealousy would never be mentioned again.

He’d like to hear stories behind the scars, just because stories.

Similarly to Zoro, he wouldn’t harm the person who harmed his S/O but they’d never be able to scar them ever again.

He’d be protective too. 

Franky:

Once more, he’d like to know about them

He too would be protective if they were inflicted by someone. 

Maybe a little pushier than some of the other guys to know about them, but he would back off 

If his S/O was particularly self-conscious about the scars, he’d try to encourage them and not necessarily see them as a good thing, but at least come to terms with them

Chopper:

This poor baby. He’d be so sad if he saw his S/O with any scars.

He’d definitely ask if they hurt.

Would make a mental note in the future to try to patch people up so that it doesn’t leave a scar or leaves as little as possible, even though he knows this may not always be the case.

Usopp:

If his S/O got these scars through big adventures with lots of stories to tell, omg he’d just listen to them forever!

Probably a little frightened in the sense that, he wants to be a great warrior which means he’d have to face off against some strong people. Would he end up with scars like that? His thought train would then move onto the pain of getting that scars and then he’d be scared.

If they came face to face with the person who inflicted the scars, then he’d be more beside his S/O as a comforter than a protector.

I think he’s the kind that would have scars on his knees due to tripping over a lot. I don’t know why.

Nami: 

Might notice it sooner than anyone else, except Robin

Definitely would never mention acne scars, she just wouldn’t want to hit someone’s self-esteem like that.

Probably has scars on her arm where she stabbed her tattoo a lot.

If her S/O has something similar to that, a scar to get rid of something, she’d be very sympathetic and caring about it. 

If it was inflicted because of or by someone, then depending on their strength, she may dare to slap them for what they did to her S/O

Robin:

Is the least likely to mention it.

Unless her S/O brings it up, then she’s not going to say anything. 

Would like to know the story behind it but would never ask. She respects privacy. 

I have a feeling she has precious few, if any, scars and would show them to her S/O if they felt down. She’s considered to be very beautiful, even so with scars, so she’d like to demonstrate that to them.

Protective af if someone inflicted these pains on her S/O

Sabo:

This boy knows all about scars.

Definitely would help with his S/O if they had self-esteem.

Would take him a while to explain the story behind his and due to that, he’d respect it if his S/O did not want to talk about theirs.

The time that the two of them do want to share their experiences, it would probably be a very deep and emotional conversation.

Would always trace their scar with his hands when cuddling. 

If they were inflicted by a person, they’re not going to last long if they try to make a malicious move towards his S/O again. 

If it was an accident, he’d go mother hen on his S/O and try to stop them from getting hurt that badly again.

Koala:

She knows some people use whips against slaves, and if she saw that on her S/O she’d be horrified and cry for them.

I daresay she’s probably got a few scars from her slave days so if they shared this, it would make her sad

However, this would also make them a stronger couple too

If it was from an accident, she’d be like Sabo.

Ace: 

Probably has a few scars from his youth, but since he uses his flames in battle, he doesn’t have as many now

Wouldn’t think his S/O’s scars were ugly at all. 

He’d wanna know about the story behind it.

Would laugh if it was because his S/O had done something dumb.

He’d be furious if they were inflicted by someone outside of battle or if his S/O was particularly vulnerable. 

Wouldn’t go after them like he did with Blackbeard, but if he ever met that person and his S/O was still vulnerable, he’d make sure to bring the pain!

Marco:

Because of his healing abilities, he rarely has recent scars, much like Ace

Like Robin, he’s smart and smooth enough to know that he shouldn’t mention the scars. 

He’s not going to ask at all unless he feels like it’s something that they need to know, like a person coming after the crew for his S/O or something along those lines. 

Would make a note of whether his S/O was proud of their scars or not.

If they were inflicted by someone, he would not go looking for revenge but if they came after his S/O, they would not only have to deal with him but the rest of the crew too. 

If the story behind the scar was particularly interesting, he’d be impressed with them.