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Bday vacation has started! I am off for a whole week and I will be here to write all the things but I do have a few fun things planned. Bday lunch with some friends, some shopping, and the demon slayer movie on the 13th.

It was time to create the next meal of the day knowing that there was a hungry and demanding crew which lingered past that door. Their captain especially who could clear an entire table or more depending on how much food he actually wanted to eat. Luffy not eat though would be a cause for concern. He liked a clean kitchen though while Sanji was working on pulling out the much needed ingredients for the meal he had in mind. He often made sure to keep others out of his space when he was cooking to avoid from making a mess. Eyes flickered toward Luffy before letting out a small breath allowing him to mess with his tie. "I rested earlier, Luffy."

Luffy kept his hold on Sanji's tie. He liked the smooth feel if the silk between his fingers. The fibers not catching on the heavy callouses of his fingers. The tactile sensation of the material running along his fingers brought a calm to the energetic captain's mind.

He leaned against the counter. Staring up at Sanji, he watched the subtle shifts in his chef's expression. He saw no deception today. That was good. Luffy didn't like it when Sanji lied to him when it came to the cook's wellbeing.

"Can Sanji take another break?" A rare request rather than the captain's usual demands. His free hand reached up to the other's face. Finger trailing over Sanji's cheek before swiping his thumb over one of the man's eyebrows.

type of bed: Most her life Nami slept in shitty beds, so she's really particular about her bed. She loves a nice, big spacious space to sleep, even if she ends up spooning someone in the middle. On the Sunny she shares a bed with Robin and with the exception of @drheartxstealer she's really big on making sure she sleeps in her bed as a power move. Law is different because he's captain and has an entire room to himself anyway and because she doesn't have to feel bad about kicking Robin out when she technically doesn't have to. She does still make sure to stay the night once or twice a week for snuggle time with Robin and Chopper and @cnigiri's Zoro because he needs his snuggle time too even though he won't admit it.

number of blankets: Nami is big on comfort, but she also tends to overheat so she sleeps on more blankets than she actually uses over her. If she's particularly hot she will sleep with just a sheet on and sometimes she will just nap on top of all the covers without a blanket at all.

number of pillows: Many pillows. 2 sideways with one between them is her favorite and if her back is sore or if its that time of the month she might put a pillow between her legs as well. Sometimes she will snuggle a little pillow too because it feels like snuggling Chopper. If she's staying the night with a male partner, often times their chest will become her pillow so she can fall asleep to the sound of their heartbeat.

type of clothing: Usually tank tops and short shorts, unless it's cold then she might wear some cute flannel button up. On occasion she might wear a large overside t-shirt and panties only, especially if she can snag clothing from a partner. With @drheartxstealer she doesn't wear any clothing to bed, because what is the point?

does it matter where they sleep?: Yes, she is incredibly particular now about sleeping (mostly) on beds, unless she's grabbing a nap on a couch/partner/friend on their lap or shoulder for a bit. She will, of course also sleep on large mink's.

what do they do if they cannot fall asleep?: Journal or read is her go to, if she really can't sleep or go back to sleep in the event of a nightmare she might get tea or work on a project. There are occasions where she might call it a lost cause and just stay up and keep whoeever is on watch/up early or in the dead of the night company.

frequent dreams, nightmares: Her most frequent dreams are one's where Bellemere is still alive, often where she recognizes it's not right and that she should be dead. She very often dreams of her early times with Arlong where sleep was incredibly difficult and she often spent most nights awake in the dead of night. Sometimes she finds herself back in that space often as an adult or at Coco Village, having conversations with people that never existed on the island as far as she's aware of. She often has dreams about running or sneaking away from people pursuing her for what she did. A lot of these types of dreams aren't as strong as they used to be, especially the nightmares, but she does still have nights where she will wake in a cold sweat. The most frustrating dreams she has is where she's trying to get somewhere or meet someone and can't- something keeps getting in the way or she loses her way. Losing her way is the most frustrating because she knows how to find her way around and has never truly felt lost before in that sense. When she's incredibly stressed she has dreams about things happening to her nakama and loved ones. It varies, sometimes it's the marines, sometimes it's nature and other times it just doesn't make sense. Right now in her main verse with @drheartxstealer she's having a lot of dreams about Bellemere in particular.

deep slumber or naps: A little of both. She's pretty particular about getting her eight hours of sleep in, so if she doesn't for whatever reason she might grab a nap. On lazy or particularly eventful days (or on occasion when she's mad and needs to rest it off) she might take longer naps.

when do they sleep: For as long as she can remember she's kept a pretty particular routine of sleeping 11pm-7am and mostly keeps this routine unless someone on the crew needs to switch watch with her or if there's something particular she wants to do/see at night (like a meteor shower or watch the sunrise). She is willing to adjust this and take naps for these events or if she stays up drinking/partying with the crew, but she tends to still wake up at 7am regardless of how late she goes to bed. Days like this is where she will usually catch her nap.

what could wake them up: She will wake at her typical time automatically, but she's a lighter sleeper than she would like to be from years of looking over her shoulder. Loud noises or people talking near the door while she's sleeping will always wake her up. She has a really good sense for trouble as well, so there are occasions she will wake up and just know someone did something stupid on the ship.

tagged by: @theallblue (thank you friend, this was fun!)

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.

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.”

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.

When the hills of Los Angeles are burning

Palm trees are candles in the murder wind

So many lives are on the breeze

Even the stars are ill at ease

And Los Angeles is burning