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nami 🦢 ([personal profile] cartographie) wrote2023-12-31 05:30 pm
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[personal profile] chiffonades 2025-05-06 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He should be used to the way his feelings for her surge at even the drop of a pin, but Sanji isn't quite prepared for the way his heart tightens and adoring warmth floods his chest in the blink of an eye when he catches how pretty she looks with her cheeks flushed. ] Shit, you look so damn gorgeous when you're blushing.

[ He throws her a wink, but lets her escape into the room, taking in all the little details that make it feel comfortable. Her reaction is everything he'd hoped it would be— they have her suite, true, and that will always feel more like home to Sanji than anywhere else here, but having more options is nice, too— and he laughs his agreement, returning the hug with a squeeze of his arm around her shoulders and a brush of his lips to her temple. ]

This isn't even the best part. [ He grins at the way she leans and gently redirects her another way for now. ] Let's leave our bedroom for last, yeah? [ If they're going to end this tour somewhere eventually and enjoy one another instead, that seems like the right place. Instead, he guides her to the dining area and one of the kitchens and pantry. ] Think you'll like the rest of it just as much. Kitchens all got plenty of counterspace and there's a giant walk-in pantry. I'll show you everything.
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[personal profile] chiffonades 2025-05-14 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Were it not for her— and Zoro, and Hilda, and everyone else he’s come to care about— the kitchen and everything that goes with it might be his pride and joy about this suite. In the weeks since his promotion, he’s been through what feels like a dozen different designs— or, well, concepts, at least— almost all of which featured massive, resplendent kitchens as the centerpiece, a crown jewel amidst the glitz and glamor of an already luxurious living space. Being a chef has always meant that nowhere ever feels quite as familiar and comfortable as a well-stocked kitchen will. Even back on the Merry, that cozy little galley had felt more like home than the men’s quarters ever had.

But that’s not quite so true here. He’s cooked in dozens of kitchens— a few belonging to Nami, a few to friends, more to the resort itself— and most have felt as alien and off as this whole damn place is. That reality has shifted his perception, made him think twice about what home is when they’re surrounded on all side by a vaguely hostile entity.

Seeing Nami’s detailed inspection— and the way she teases him about counterspace— still brings a smile to his face, richly warm laughter accompanying an arch of his eyebrow and a wink of his own.
] Between you and me, I think we can figure out a fun way to make use, yeah?

[ But even if he’s not in rush— and happy and content to point out every little clever details he’s had them build— the kitchens aren’t the most exciting part of this place for him. They’re his place, the place where he can simply be, can simply express how much he cares without needing to utter a single sappy world (he still will when Nami’s involved), but there’s so much else that makes this place a home for them all.

Grinning at her and the slyly teasing lift of her brow, his head dips in a definite nod, palms catching her face between them as he leans in and brushes a deeply fond kiss to her forehead, voice soft but certain.
] Yeah. Our room. And whoever we want to let spend the night.

[ Winking at her, because they both know two people he definitely means, he feels his cheeks lightly flush after that kiss so delicately placed to his jaw. It’s reflexive, then, the way his arm wraps so tightly around her shoulders— almost possessively so— fingers curling around the rounded curve beneath her blouse. His head turns to retaliate, dusting kisses into her hair— her temple, her crown, a few places in-between— as she slips out of his grip.

Laughter rumbles in his chest in that same warmly fond way while his teeth rake over his lower lip, feeling almost shy as the next destination pops into his head.
]

I don’t wanna ruin the surprise but— I think you’re gonna love it.

[ His hand darts out in the blink of an eye and gather her hand in his with another laugh, fingers threading together with hers, so perfectly intertwined that he sighs as he enjoys the warmth flowing from her palm to his. And then he’s off with a gently insistent tug, guiding her down the hallway that does lead to their room, although he stops short, grinning as he turns the knob to a wholly different room.

With it’s soft lighting and elegantly carved wooden floors, the arts and crafts room is a space that’s not for him at all. It isn’t that Sanji couldn’t learn how to draw, or paint, or sculpt, or that he can’t do something as basic as stitch a tear in his slacks. But when push comes to shove, none of those are his passions, the things that drive him and enrich his life like a good spice. With drawers and shelves covered in all kinds of supplies— markers, pencils, fabric, thread, paper, and so much more— this isn’t his space.

His head turns, fondness softening his gaze as he looks at her, an almost shyly earnest smile on his lips as he tugs her hand, guiding her just a bit deeper into the room to where the large, sprawling desk awaits, a leatherbound book full of empty pages waiting on top of it.
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You, uh, told me once that you liked to draw again now that you’re free of Arlong. So I thought— maybe you’d want a room for doing it whenever you come over?
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[personal profile] chiffonades 2025-06-03 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
Mmmm, me neither. [ The pleasure that Nami takes from his reassurance— from knowing that they have a space that's wholly theirs, unshared except for when they desire otherwise— is reward enough to make everything worth it. It warms his laughter and his tone, another quiet reassurance that his over-the-top affection is desired.


The idea of joining the royal ranks has never really sat easily with him. The way the resort seems to worship at the altar of hierarchy runs antithetical to everything he's come to value— he was happier aboard their tiny, cozy pirate ship than he ever was among the stark splendor that filled Germa Castle— and so he'd have gladly remained at rock bottom of the ranks if months spent living with Nami hadn't made it clear how much easier protecting those he cared about would be with enough rank and status. And as noble as that goal is, it's her happiness that makes quietly doing what he never intended on doing worth it in the end.

And so, of course, his suite is filled with things that are for her. As much as this is a place for all of their friends, it's a place for him and for her first and foremost, starting with this art room.

He can catch the glint of tears in her eyes as she turns away, as the reality of the art room presses in and declares it's presence loudly. For a moment, he's worried. Maybe this is too much? Maybe he's overstepped? Nami means more to him than he can ever really put to words, even with his gilded tongue, and the things he's said have always felt insufficient. Drawing's become important to her– he knows that much, at least– so dedicating another space for her to do it in had simply felt right.

While he's more than willing to give her space, the moment she glances back up at him, eyes glistening with even more tears that dampen her cheeks, he's moving, closing the gap between them. There's something about that brief moment of eye contact that sloughs off his uncertainty, her gaze seeming to beckon, to plead for nearness and he's only too happy to provide. Both of his arms circle around her shoulders, drawing her flush against his chest as he hugs tight, lips brushing a quick kiss against the very top of her head.
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What I am is your handsome prince. [ He keeps his tone light and playful, laughing quietly at his own self-aggranizing, lips gently brushing another soft kiss against her forehead just before he grins at her. ] Just wanted to sweep you off your feet, you know? And make you feel cherished like you deserve, Nami.

[ None of which actually required this, he's aware, but Sanji doesn't do things by half-measures when it comes to the people he loves.

Grinning, he slowly unwraps his arms from around her, only to catch her cheeks between his hands and gently wipe away the tears, lips brushing as soft and sweet as they can against hers.
] Love you. That's why, you know? I love you and wanna make you as happy as I can. That and no other reason.