#marchebleu

@marchebleu ; liked for a one liner.

@marchebleu asked: [I'll Keep You Safe]

“anyone touches you, says anything to you, so much as looks at you the wrong way- you come get me, and i’ll set them straight. understand?”

The cook’s words bring a bit of surprise to Usopp. He’s not really used to people blatantly being so protective of him, and it feels both a little strange and very endearing. He knows bravery, or lack thereof, is his whole schtick. And his dream is, of course, to be a brave warrior of the sea. But he can’t help the warm feeling in his chest at someone outwardly wanting to protect him.

Safety, protection, care, they were all things that were scarce after his mother’s death. Growing up on his own, painting himself as the village pain-in-the-ass with all his lies didn’t really allow for anyone but Kayah to show him any charity. That, of course, left him with a strange mix of feelings when someone did bother to express their care for him, and it always startled him. Even years into being with his crew, he's caught off guard by it.

Woe be to the captain who is now banned from the Galley until further notice.

    ❝ I SAID SOAP!! PEOPLE WHO USE SOAP! ❞ the captain cries out, hands flying up to cover his head from any further barrage. once it's clear that another kick is not coming towards him ( for now ), luffy's features sink into an exaggerated, pathetic pout. a hand rubs at the sore spot left beneath raven locks.

              ❝ sanjiii, so mean. ❞

@marchebleu ask: [Feral Threats]

“Say something like that again and I’ll give you an irrational fear of eggs.” - for Usopp!

Immediately, Usopp freezes, going silent. His jaw clamps shut and he swallows thickly. He doesn't even remember what the hell he said, but if anyone could make that threat a reality, it was Sanji. The cook was terrifying both in battle and in the kitchen, if annoyed enough.

and Kid's just going to accidentally catch it in his mouth, chew it up, and spit the paper wad out over the edge of the ship into the water. oh look, there it goes, sucked up by the tide and under the dock. too bad straw hat. he'll never know about that bingo.

The single thing that kept the headaches from taking form in his brain whilst he was away for his warlord obligations was the fact that he knew a tall glass of red wine would be waiting for him once he returned. And Sanji didn't disappoint — not that he ever does. With Crocodile leaning back slightly once his exquisite looking dinner is presented before him, decadent wine included. But before he could take the cigar from his mouth to tap out, it is plucked away for him. Placed instead between the pale lips of his chef as he leans in closer.

The warlord doesn't move an inch, merely watching with amusement as the blonde attempts as he so often does to get under the warlord's thick, scaly skin. Long lashes flutter once the smoke is blown right into his face, before a deep chuckle rumbles from his throat. Reaching up with his singular hand, he easily grips the other's jaw, keeping his face steady while he closes the gap just enough for their lips to barely graze one another, allowing him to inhale what was left of the shotgunned smoke.

YOUNG SANJI | @marchebleu - " i swear to you, i don't know how this happened. i followed every single instruction, word for word! " ♡

ㅤㅤ"Oi oi oi—" Hands quickly raise in a bid to encourage the boy to slow down, the younger's agitated state reflected back reminiscent of so many occasions during his own respective turbulent youth, telltale signs that led Sanji to understand via experience that highlighting overly spiralling elements wouldn't help matters. Blue eyes cast a quick glance over the kitchen and its carnage— Alright, perhaps that's the incorrect word, the man instinctively holding the two of them to a much higher standard in comparison to others' efforts ( d'accord, essayons encore… ). The minor mess that's in place alludes to a timing issue, the child's efforts potentially being a tad slow due to a lessened means of practice.

Nami's lips curled with devious intent, far more pleased than she should be by the way the cook nearly jumped out of his skin from such contact. Did he not realize his beautiful Nami-swan would prefer his cakes to the pancakes he'd prepared this morning?

The table could wait a moment longer to be set with fresh squeezed juice while the thief cat took advantage of the fact that breakfast hadn't been called for just yet to have a moment to play with her pre-breakfast treat. “Hmm, I don't think I did,” she purred, pressing her chest against his back and giving his firm ass a squeeze with both hands.