#theallblue

[theallblue]

Because the day is coming up please don’t tag or send me anything related to Father’s Day even if it is an ask for my character. It is a day that I loathe and I don’t want anything to do with it. Thank you.

[king-and-his-consorts]

@theallblue: cont. from X

A simple fever.  That was the reason why Sanji had been placed in the infirmary by Chopper and the others for the sake of his well-being. There were a select few who he did trust in the kitchen with the hope that it wasn’t going to be ruined. He unfortunately would not be able to cook for the rest of the crew until Chopper declared that his fever was finally gone.  It was frustrating. It was boring, but he knew that the others weren’t going to let him do his duties as a cook until he was back in full health. Sanji spent the time sleeping or reading one of the many books that were aboard the Thousand Sunny already. At least, there was something he could do to help pass the time besides figuring out what meals to make once he was allowed to get back into the kitchen.  He couldn’t handle the food while he was sick.  His crewmates did come to spend some time with him as a way to help Chopper while he recovered from the sudden fever even though he told them that they didn’t have to. He didn’t want them to get sick. Besides, there were more important things to deal with even though it was nice to have some company.  Luffy was the one who was keeping him company this time, but he still couldn’t help with apologizing. He was tired dealing with this fever. He was tired of being stuck in bed and being an unfortunate burden to Luffy and the others.  A small exhausted breath escaped from him  “Sorry, I’m just tired of laying in bed all day. I feel useless right now.” 

Luffy sat crosslegged on the bed beside Sanji. Head tilting to the side to look the other over. He doesn't like the sheen of sweat on Sanji's face. The heated skin fills him with worry. He's not used to seeing Sanji like this. Usually the cook is so healthy.

The captain reached over to the bench sitting beside the infirmary bed. There's a bowl with some water in it. There's a towel on the edge of the bowl. He dips it in the water and wrings out the water. The wet towel is moved to Sanji's forehead. The sweat is wiped away from Sanji's skin before it over Sanji's forehead to cool the hot skin.

Satisfied that it'll help him, Luffy smiles brightly at the other. Leaning down and pressing a kiss to Sanji's nose. The threat of illness has never been a worry that Luffy has. He moved to lay down next to Sanji. Leaning up on one elbow. Stroking his finger down the length of Sanji's nose.

"I know you're bored but Sanji works too much anyway. Now he gets a break." He snuggled up close to Sanji with a laugh. "And you're not being useless, you're talking to me! Aren't you supposed to entertain your captain?"

[graytxrminal]

Somewhat spontaneous pre-plotted starter for @theallblue

A small fuzzy face with a blue nose peered over the kitchen counter to try and catch a peek at what the delicious smell could possibly be emanating from. While Chopper could just ask, the kitchen was Sanji's sacred space. At least, that's what Usopp had told him.

The little deer's nose twitched as he sniffed the air. As good as he was at discerning people by smell, Chopper was clueless when it came to food. So, he had to overcome his fears. He wandered up beside the chef. "What'cha makin', Sanji?" The curiosity in his voice was so blatant despite his attempt at acting casual. "Something yummy?"

[enjomo-arch]

𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗗 : 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗟𝗘𝗚 𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗝𝗜 / @theallblue

i'll make us breakfast.

ace  was  up  way  too  early.  even  he  himself  was  surprised  that  his  sleep  didn't  last  as  long  as  it  always  did.  maybe  it  was  because  he  didn't  want  to  overstay  his  welcome  on  his  brother's  ship.  or  maybe  it  was  because  the  constant  nightmares  hovered  over  his  head  every  evening.  the  burden  he  carried  on  his  shoulders  was  heavy,  too  much  weight  for  others  to  handle  normally.  spending  the  evening  over  a  game  of  chess  alone  with  himself,  in  his  mind  and  planning  his  next  move  where  he  could  go  to  finally  be  able  to  conquer  the  trail,  to  find  the  path  of  unfinished  work.  he  slipped  past  his  fingers  once,  causing  ace  to  rot  in  jail  and  open  the  death's  door  for  the  former  commander.  his  recovery  lasted  way  too  long,  and  forming  an  alliance  with  his  brother  seemed  like  the  best  way  to  continue  the  search  for  this  traitor,  a  murderer  who  would  pay  for  everything  with  his  own  life.

the  sun  had  not  yet  had  time  to  emerge  well  from  behind  the  horizon,  just  an  orange  glow  painting  the  blue  sky  with  its  colors,  like  a  painting  on  a  canvas  in  which  ace  stared  while  leaning  his  shoulders  against  the  wooden  railing  of  the  sunny.  a  single  cigarette  was  burning  in  his  hand,  the  expression  on  the  face  of  the  fire  fist  disgusted,  bewildered  even.  absorbed  in  his  own  thoughts,  he  did  not  even  hear  footsteps  coming  from  behind  him.  

'  one  day  i'll  find  you.  i  will  make  you  pay  for  everything.  '

silent  thoughts  swirled  in  his  head  as  cigarette  smoke  slipped  past  the  parted  lips  with  a  small  exhale.  somewhere  beyond  that  horizon,  amidst  the  stretching  seas,  perhaps  at  the  very  end  of  the  world,  an  encounter  awaited  him  that  ace  was  prepared  for.  he  was  going  to  pursue  it  to  its  last  days,  but  for  that  he  had  to  swallow  his  honor  and  pride  to  let  time  decide  the  course  of  his  own  fate.  cook's  voice  coming  from  behind  him  captured  his  attention.  ace  blinked,  being  thrown  back  into  the  reality.  his  body  jerked,  a  bit  and  tense  shoulders  relaxed  to  give  a  perfect  image  of  the  ever  so  unbothered  ex  -  commander.  a  mask  he  wished  to  wear  so  none  could  need  to  lift  the  weight  of  his  own  fate.  he  turned  his  head  slightly  to  the  side,  tossing  the  cigarette  into  the  water  before  forcing  a  small,  weak  smile  to  appear  on  his  lips.  ❝  right,  right  it's  mornin'.  can't  wait  to  see  what  you  cook  up  there  sanji.  i'm  so  damn  hungry.  ❞  a  mere  giggle  escaped,  ace  stretched  his  arms  with  a  small  huff.  ❝  you  got  up  quite  early.  ❞

[draconxs]

@theallblue I give thee random beast pirate oc that will never be seen again after this thread (;

There he was, Blackleg Sanji in the flesh! Or was it Vinsmoke now? Queen-sama did seem so very excited at the opportunity a lone spawn of Judge's presented to him, and it was up to his subordinates to deliver. He'd called for backup a while ago after seeing for himself Page One being decimated and feeling a lot less confident over his odds.

He'd seen that canister in action, something that was also mentioned possibly existing and now he had the proof right before his eyes. His duties were inescapable and now he would have to engage the target and bring him back to Queen or else. He trembled lightly at the thought of those plague bullets. Any fate was decidedly better than that.

As a gifter, he'd been graciously endowed the abilities of a chameleon though the changes of which permanently shifted him into a horrific mimic of what a hybrid zoan form would have allowed. The camouflage he was making great use of to hide among the debris was a safety he clung to in order to not be detected as he closed in. Odd eyes that could circle around in their sockets to see every angle kept a close eye on the strawhat until he felt he could attack with little consequence. Keeping attached to debris with the textured tips of lizard-human limbs, a sticky tongue shot out to wrap around the pirate to pull him closer so that he could hopefully knock him out with one swift blow and end the encounter quickly.

"Stwhat Swanji! Stand down nwow or I won't gwo easy on you!"

[sillygum]

@theallblue The room was easily cramped while there was no choice for the crew to rest here for the night because of the events that brought them there. Everyone was exhausted since it had been a tough few days to try and reach the next island, it was never easy traveling by sea though. A lesson that Sanji learned at an early age after he ended up stranded on that rock with Zeff. The sea could be unforgiving even to the ones who knew these waters well, there were many crews out there who had more experience than this crew of reckless pirates. But it was a crew that Sanji was grateful to be apart of since he had gained another family. He had gained friends and the chance to search for the dream he was determined to find even if it seemed to be an impossible rumor.  The impossible meant nothing to them though since they were able to overcome the impossible throughout this journey so far. It was unknown what adventure would be waiting for them next though.  Sanji was trying his best not to disturb his sleeping crewmates, but sleep wasn’t going to come that easily for him. His insomnia decided to linger heavily on his shoulders despite the obvious exhaustion that was there. He didn’t know if it was best to stay in this room or just leave for the sake of fresh air where he wouldn’t have to worry about bothering his crewmates. It seemed that he accidentally bothered Luffy though because of the sleepy murmur that was thrown his way.  “Sorry Luffy.” 

Letting out a small breath, he decided to quietly leave the room to make sure that he wouldn’t wake up anyone else who was sleeping nearby. He needed a cigarette to help pass the time. With a flick of his wrist, the familiar cigarette was lit before a puff of smoke passed through his lips. Sanji decided that he would stay here for a bit until he felt like he could finally get some sleep for the night.  If he could get any at all. 

Sleeping through the night, through storms and gunfire is nothing to the strawhat’s captain. The cozy walls of the Sunny are miles safer than burls and thick tree limbs that made up his beds as a child. At worst the ocean offered a sea beast or unfortunate opposing pirate crew looking for easy targets. He’s sure when they were first gifted the Sunny, sleeping assignments were dolled out but it did little to stop him from climbing into whomever’s bed he thought fit that night. Usually Zoro is the (un)lucky bearer of the curse, said curse being Luffy either curling into his side or limbs spread eagle, personal space a foreign concept to the young pirate. 

The girls only spared from their fate by distance. 

Tonight he’s drooling on his side, limbs out like a lazy dog with his back against Sanji’s; ignorant of the chef’s struggle or the sleepy murmur that has him evacuating the vicinity. Crusty eyes bead open in the dark, body only seeking to roll over and drag the chef into a sweaty, snore filled cuddle. Instead he tumbles into the warm spot of his absence and that’s enough to briefly lull the rubberman back to sleep. 

Sanji’s always so warm.

Awakeness finds him ten minutes later with dry lips and a dryer throat. Luffy bolts up one cheek still warm with drool as he pulls himself out of bed on shaky legs. Surely he’s capable of getting something to drink on his own … all idle beverages behind a padlock however. ”Nanji?” Words slur, weight rolling around on his heels to climb back in bed and rouse the blonde only to find him gone. Midnight snack? Luffy nods along with the sleepy logic and pulls himself up again to stumble out onto deck.

Greeted with calm waves and chilly air Luffy fights to stay in his sleepy lull and take the familiar steps to the kitchen. “Mm?” Eyes bead open, nostrils flaring when they catch the bitter curl of cigarette smoke. “Sanji, why’re you awake? Thirsty?” Mouth opens in a deep yawn, legs carrying him over to white railing to slump next to his chef. “Me too.”

[pxison]

Grabbing this from @theallblue​ because Ichiji wants to fight

Ever the irritating little brat Sanji was, truly he did not miss him in the least for always being able to grate on his nerves just by existing. Though now there was a newer purpose put in place for him, one that’d finally make their weak little brother useful for once and an opportunity Ichiji would be loath to screw up for his father.

Didn’t mean he couldn’t be curious; he’d heard a thing or two from Yonji when he and Niji had returned to Germa about what Sanji had down to him. Put up a great fight and even managed to damage his face enough to warrant repairs. Even if in every other way Sanji was considered beneath them, there certainly seemed to be one facet he had gotten better at. and that was combat.

Too little too late he supposed.

Choosing to remain looming over his form rather than bend his knees to get more on his level he cast a disapproving look down at him from beneath his shades, frown deepening as he does so.

“You’re right about one thing, I don’t care what got you here so long as you keep within contract.” That being the forced marriage. If he had an ounce of pity in the void of his heart he probably would’ve felt it then but there was nothing, not an ounce of sympathy to be found between estranged brothers.

“What I’m actually curious about is how you managed to put Yonji in such a mood when I returned. He wouldn’t stop yammering on about it so I just had to hear for myself.”

Tilting his head he considered Sanji for a moment of tense silence.

“I’d like to see if you’ve actually grown up a little, Sanji. Follow me out to the courtyard.” He wouldn’t tolerate any other response than a complacent yes.

[trafalgrs]

@theallblue /

HIS MOUTH HANGS OPEN AS HE LOOKS AT ALL THE FOOD. AT ALL THE BREAD. " . . . this is an assassination attempt, blackleg-ya."

[virentpugni]

"--AHEM!" Fake coughing into her hand, orange locks fell around her cheeks as Nami sat in a lounge chair on the deck of the Thousand Sunny.

She was quite tired after mapping out their course to where ever they were next headed, and watched the waves come up against the ship. Stretching, she decided not to speak again, because she was sure she had been heard from the galley.

@theallblue

[theallblue]

@bringxthexfirexmultimusesx x

“Someone has to watch over the ship.” Sleep was a difficult thing because of the tough battle that they recently experienced and the bond he shared with Zoro. He couldn’t help, but be concerned while everyone aboard the ship needed to rest. The exhaustion was there, but rest wasn’t going to come that easily even if he wanted it to. His insomnia was acting up. “I know, I’ve tried to rest but I just can’t.” A small breath escaped from his lips before turning the page of the book that rested in front of him. “Don’t let Chopper catch you.”

[king-and-his-consorts]

Warm Heartstrings

@theallblue: Cont.

The college student found himself standing in the familiar kitchen of the shared space that belonged to him and his roommates. This was how he ended up crossing paths with Luffy which caused the relationship that they did have now. They were a couple while his old man was supportive, but Zeff wasn’t like a Judge who would easily look down on his decisions.  It was because of Zeff that Sanji was able to forget about those struggles he used to face quite often while underneath the roof of the Vinsmokes. A name that he didn’t want to be attached to.  Sanji tended to cook for those roommates which also helped him in the long run since he was studying to become a full-fledged chef. He had a love for cooking which was something that he shared with Zeff ever since he came across that cookbook. One which was still in his possession because of how important it was to him, a book that brought up a legend which he hopefully might be able to see for himself sometime. It was unknown if it actually existed, but maybe someday he could go searching for it when the chance came  Feeling those familiar arms make they way around him, a light smile moved to grace his lips “I’m working on a new dish, do you want to be the taste tester?” 

Exhaustion weighted in on Luffy today. While tolerable, it was unpleasant. It was like being covered in a wet sheet that just dragged him down. The need for a nap settled deep into his bones. The smell of cheap pizza from his job. It was kind of a gross, greasy and burnt smell that clung to his hair. He could probably do with a shower.

Still, there was something about pressing up against Sanji that just seemed to help pushed just a bit of the weariness and rottenness of the day from his mind.

He tightened his arms around Sanji. One hand moving up to playfully tug on the other's tie. He leaned up on the tip of his toes to rest his chin on Sanji's shoulder. A smile grew rapidly on his face at the sound of tasting a new dish. Sanji's new dishes never missed, in Luffy's oppinion.

"Sounds great!" He giggled. Head tilting to the side, he bumped his nose against Sanji's jaw. "What kind of dish is it? Is there meat in it?"

[devilofthecresentisle]

@theallblue from here

"You were already standing, friend." Martha had come into the kitchen a little earlier than the rest, wanting to thank Luffy's cook for not minding having an extra mouth or two to feed.

"You sure everything's okay? You don't look steady on your feet." The captain walked over with a concerned expression. "Didnt overheat from being in here did you? I have a crew member who's sensitive to overheating, dont think your captain is much older than they are."

[namizc]

For a moment, she was silent, unable to speak the words that burned her throat. Part of her understood this man's pain — a prisoner whose voice is unable to scream with the inner rage and turmoil one feels inside. Since joining the Strawhats she had seen a lot of things in her days but never anything like this. ❝ —this isn't right. ❞ The words were more for herself than they were for as she tried to wrap her mind around the situation, the mythical evil army. Even in her wildest dreams and despite everything she had heard over the years, she never expected things to be this bad.

It was hard to find the words to say; the things that she should say didn't even feel right to her. ❝ Please, come with me. ❞ She whispered after a moment as she extended her hand out to him. It was times like this that she wished there was a power within her like Robin and Luffy, something that she could use aside from her words and staff to help those in need, especially people who she saw pieces of her old self in. Though this moment wasn't about her, it was about him and being that person who tears down his prison walls, much like Luffy had done for her.

She did her best to hold back her tears and anger as she stepped closer, her gaze softly meeting his. ❝ Let me help you get out of here, we can take you with us on our ship, and you wouldn't ever have to look back. ❞ Her tone was soft, with inflections of urgency accompanying each word that she spoke. She could only hope that her words reached him and would be enough to convince him to leave this place.

❝ My name Is Nami; what's yours? ❞

@theallblue // ✧

[enjomo-arch]

@theallblue [ ♠️ ] continuation.

Looking  at  the  different  skills,  techniques  and  how  each  individual  performed  the  same  activity,  it  was  interesting.  The  usual  silence  and  lack  of  even  the  slightest  chatter  bothered  him.  Perhaps  he  was  too  used  to  the  fact  that  when  he  spent  time  together  with  Thatch  his  mouth  practically  never  closed  even  if  he  was  preparing  such  a  hearty  feast  for  the  entire  crew  of  the  Whitebeard.  They  were  always  able  to  talk  for  hours,  and  Ace  was  able  to  see  how  the  two  cooks'  technique  could  differ  even  if  they  prepared  the  same  meal  over  and  over  again.  The  way  the  blonde's  fingers  worked  around  the  cutting  board,  was  like  a  dance.  The  kitchen  countertop  was  a  dance  floor  that  Sanji  owned  no  matter  what  moves  he  chose  to  perform.  

Ingredients,  kitchen  knife  or  vegetables.  His  slender  fingers  danced  across  them,  almost  mesmerizingly  so.  Everything  he  did  was  refined,  even  the  smallest  cut  mattered  and  the  harmony  of  flavors  and  spices  was  just  an  addition  to  the  melodious  dish  to  be  served.  His  way  of  cooking  was  more  or  so  focused,  graceful  in  a  way.  Completely  different  from  the  one  he  saw  every  day  when  looking  at  Thatch.  Maybe  curiosity  was  the  first  degree  to  hell,  but  he  would  never  be  able  to  read  a  cookbook  to  learn  the  ways  of  cooking  from  it.  Practice  was  the  most  important  thing  for  him,  after  all,  books  didn't  teach  him  how  to  hunt,  all  of  his  combat  knowledge,  and  before,  being  a  captain  of  his  own  crew.

Maybe  it  was  just  curiosity  since  Spade  pirates  lacked  a  skilled  cook.  Only  miss  Banshee  made  it  work  for  them  all  the  way  to  the  New  World  when  Ace  was  sailing  along  with  his  first  gathered  crew.  He  did  not  dare  to  speak.  Only  watch,  it  wasn't  his  ship  or  the  crew  that  waited  for  him  somewhere  along  with  his  father  amidst  the  stretching  seas.  Sanji  wasn't  talking  either,  it  was  a  type  of  silence  that  Ace  did  not  mind.  He  was  settled  near  the  wooden  table,  head  tilted  slightly  as  eyes  followed  the  skilled  hands  all  the  way  until  the  doors  burst  open  with  his  little  brother  breaking  the  ever  present  silence  with  a  shower  of  questions  about  the  upcoming  meal,  being  always  unpatient.  It  was  kind  of  endearing  to  see  him  not  change  as  the  years  of  their  journey  flowed.  He  was  exactly  the  same  as  he  had  been  when  they  were  kids  thrown  somewhere  into  the  depths  of  the  jungle.  

It  caused  the  corners  of  his  lips  to  lift,  forming  a  small  smile  over  the  freckled  darling's  features.  He  was  glad  he  could  see  him  once  again.  The  more  the  situation  went  on  the  more  tense  it  got  with  the  cook's  natural  scolding,  surprising  for  the  Fire  Fist  to  witness  the  way  Luffy  didn't  question  what  Sanji  was  saying.  A  completely  different  event  that  normally  never  happened.  Surprising  to  witness  Luffy  who  calmed  down,  did  not  push  his  loud  persona  further  and  obeyed  the  requested  patience  from  the  cook.  His  eyes  widened  slightly,  before  the  expression  ceased  into  a  small  chuckle.  In  truth,  his  crew  expressed  some  of  the  best  care  Ace  could  see.  He  was  not  wrong,  they  were  good  people,  and  the  best  ones  to  be  at  Luffy's  side.

He  leaned  back,  finally  letting  out  a  small  sigh  with  broad  shoulders  shrugging.  Amusing  it  was  so  see  his  brother  get  a  grisp  over  his  overactive  way  of  doing  things.  Focusing  back  at  the  words,  the  cook  finally  wishing  to  speak  up  Ace  simply  made  himself  back  comfortable.  Since  the  situation  was  taken  over.  ❝  I  think  it's  quite  impressive.  This  is  the  first  time  I've  been  able  to  see  how  someone  else  'sides  me  is  able  to  calm  his  explosive  nature.  No  one  has  ever  done  it  before  so  I  think  that's one hell of a sight after all these years.  ❞  followed  by  a  small  laugh,  his  eyes  dropped  back  to  the  food  being  prepared  once  again.  

❝  Playin'  with  fire  can  be  dangerous  but  Luffy  never  learned  that  either.  I'm  glad  you  guys  take  a  good  care  of  him.  As  an  older  brother  I  gotta  worry  about  him  even  a  little  but  seems  like  ya'  can  handle  him  jus'  fine.  It  means  a  lot.  ❞  He  paused  for  a  mere  moment,  placing  one  leg  over  the  other  with  arms  rested  on  the  back  of  his  head,  leaning  into  the  chair.  ❝  Your  cookin'  technique  is  completely  different  from  the  ones  I've  seen.  That's  also  impressive  to  me,  where  did  y'learn  all  of  that  ?  ❞  

[sillygum]

@theallblue

A clingy Luffy wasn't out of the norm. The rubberman was always happy to be nosy, leaning on crew mates asking what they're doing. Laying his head in laps or settling down for a nap curled next to someone. With the happy return of their chief however he could almost understand it being too much. Sanji was here, with them and in one piece. His mysterious letter didn't matter or sudden departure, his chief was back and clinging to his back like a needy sloth felt right.

It had taken a solid day for Luffy to recover enough from his brawl but the moment strength returned to his limbs he was at the man's side. Sanji is warm and smells nice just like the kitchen full of roasting spices, boiling soups and braising meats again and he couldn't be any happier.

 "Lemme taste some?" Head moves from one broad shoulder to the other, round eyes watching the chief's hands with rampant interest. Luffy opens his mouth waiting for his share. "Ya know I tried to cook when you were gone." His mouth pops open again. "They didn't like it." He pouts, gaze darting to three broken burners and scorched backsplash behind the stove. "I think it was ok? Smelled bad, made my tummy hurt aaaand took a lot of tries to get right."  His loose grip around his chief tightens, feet re-crossing around Sanji's waist. "We almost starved, ocean was too hot to even fish."

[mused-like-roses]

can i cook you something? for Ace or Sabo

PROMPTS FOR HELPING OTHERS ~ @theallblue

Spoil him rotten, not even a moment on the ship and he was being offered a meal by Sanji. Ace was kinda glad he asked him that, going from point A to point B (in this case, from town to the Going Merry) put an appetite on him. One that rivals Luffy's by the rare occasion, if the slowly rising grin was anything to go by and this thumb lifting his hat up to reveal his face to the chef.

"Sure!" He said enthusiastically. His body leaning back onto the counter as his arm rested beside him as his eyes wandered the kitchen, including Sanji. Still the same as it ever was, and Sanji still looked as healthy as ever. "I'll take whatever's on the menu. Anything planned, Sanji?" He asked, the other hand propped up on the counter via it's elbow as his head rested upon his hand. Whether or not he was being literal with taking the menu was up for guessing.