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[shima-draws]

Anyway speaking of poly trios. Have any of you considered Lawlusan because MANNNN.

[mvrtaiswriting]

Hi! For the 1,000 followers event, I’d like to request #2 off the drunk prompt list! Melodrama by Lorde vibes. I love Luffy, Sanji, and Zoro! Thank u!!! 😋💖

Zoro x prompt 2 (drunk prompts) - "i’ve alway thought you were th’prettiest person around.”

hi! thanks for requesting this <3 i chose to go with zoro for this one cause i'm such a sucker for him and this fits him perfectly. this is quite short but i hope it matches your expectations - i wrote it while listening to "The Louvre" by Lorde, and that's why it got a bit suggestive at the end. enjoy! <3

gender neutral reader | a bit suggestive ig | 477 words.

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“Y’know wha- i’ve alway thought you were th’prettiest person around.”

Zoro blurted out, an hiccup interrupting him mid-sentence. Resting his chin against the palm of his hand, he locked his good eye on your face, a soft smile forming on his face. The booze he had consumed throughout the night had painted his cheeks of an unusual crimson shade, destroying his usual stoic façade and lifting the veil from his emotions.

"Uh?"

Nodding in response, Zoro kept his eye locked on you. His smile kept growing as he stared at you, occasionally sipping from his cup but never shifting his gaze from you - he just couldn't. There was something so hypnotising about you that had him wrapped around your finger. The world's greatest swordsman hung from your lips, left defenceless in front of you - he couldn't help but fall, feeling his heart skipping a beat every time you dared to smile his way.

Few inches were now keeping you apart, the two of you sitting in front of each other across the dining table. Mimicking his movements, you too rested your chin against the palm of your hand, leaning forward on the table and getting closer to him.

"You're drunk." you smirked, scanning his flustered face trying to interpret his confession.

Zoro followed you, edging his body forward and almost lying on the table, finally shortening the distance between the two of you. Zoro's eye pierced right though you and for a moment, it felt as if he could stare directly into your soul - as if he knew how much you ached to feel his lips against yours, as if he could see how many times you have dreamed of him with his hands through your hair as your back lied right against that table.

"Maybe." Zoro agreed, tilting his head to one side. "but booze is just liquid courage, isn't it?" he laughed, licking his lips like a lion would before jumping on its prey.

Zoro had held onto this feeling for far too long - the pining, the anticipation, the dreams with you all over him; and it was driving him insane.

Chuckling in response, you moved closer to Zoro, brushing your nose against his - your lips grazing against each other for a brief second leaving Zoro breathless, his mouth slightly open waiting for more. A smirk appeared on your face once again, feeling the tension building up in your veins.

"C'mere."

He whispered, wrapping his calloused hand around your neck and pulling you in, forcing his lips against yours. His lips felt rough, your hasty kiss quickly becoming wetter, hungrier, needier.

"We should go." he mumbled, his lips never fully leaving yours.

A nod was all it took for Zoro to pick you up and let your legs wrap around his waist, dragging the two of you to his bedroom.

[viisoul]

I APPRECIATE YOU!

{service!top!sanji (maybe?) , sub!reader(?) , m!receiving , f!giving , face fucking , voyeurism , sanji & his cute little nose bleeds<3}

sanji does everything in his power to make y/n feel loved, and especially doing the thing he does best. when y/n realizes it, she wants to show off her appreciation for sanji in a way that gets a good amount of blood rushing down his nose

"y/n, my dear! i have the dessert for you!" the familiar voice of sanji yelled out in a singsong voice, his long legs allowing him to take large steps as he twirled around with a plate in his hand.

y/n giggled as she watched sanji approach her with literal hearts in his eyes, a big smile on his lips. he'd finally reached her, gently placing the dish in her hands.

"thank you, sanji." she smiled.

"anything for you, my love!" he clasped his hands together, his heart eyes growing wider at her.

soon, a pouty-faced luffy came with his arms crossed.

"sanji! how come i can't get dess—?"

"because you don't need it." sanji cut him off with the most stoic expression, the blush on his cheeks disappearing and his heart eyes going dark.

"ugh! this is not fair!"

y/n laughed at him, soon leaning against sanji's shoulder.

"hey, sanji?"

"y-yes, darling?"

"if you have any leftover dessert, could you give it to luffy?" she whispered in his ear. "i'll give you a kiss if you do."

luffy watched as an unsettling amount of blood rushed down sanji's nostrils, a large grin growing on his face.

"of c-course, y/n!" and with that, he was rushing back to the kitchen.

"what'd you say?" luffy asked.

"oh, nothing important."

luffy raised a brow but decided not to question it anymore. he then walked away, probably headed to bother zoro or take a nap.

y/n decided to take that time to watch the clear blue water as she ate the treats that sanji made specially for her... and the leftovers he was going to give to luffy.

upon taking her first bites, she realize that sanji never disappointed her. he always cooked her meals and anything else she wanted with patience, precision, and of course his undying love.

maybe she'd give him more than a kiss to show him her appreciation.

after a while, everyone seemed satisfied. luffy got his dessert, y/n was happy with the dessert, and sanji was ecstatic by the fact that he'd gotten an invitation to her bedroom.

of course, it was probably just to talk about something that she couldn't bring herself to tell anyone else. after all, she'd always come to him before anyone else. she simply trusted sanji the most, and he promised to take her secrets to the grave unless said otherwise by her.

or possibly the fact that he still hadn't gotten his kiss from her yet.

still, he couldn't help but allow his mind to wander.

he knocked at her door, awaiting a response. it'd come quickly, along with the pretty face of y/n and her in that silk robe he insisted she'd look absolutely stunning in... and she did.

her lips curled into a smile.

"hey, sanji."

"heeeeey, y/n." he drawled, waving his hand as he blew smoke from his mouth.

"c'mere." she grabbed his hands, pulling him inside her bedroom.

he kicked her door closed, his pupils in the shape of hearts as he followed her to her bed.

"how are you?"

"i'm great~. what about you, my darling?"

"um... i'm good! i'm really glad to see you." she cupped his cheek, stroking his skin with her thumb.

he began to laugh like a fool head over heels in love, and a bit of blood began to fall from his nose.

"that's good."

"you remember how i told you i'd give you a kiss, right?"

"uh-huh." he nodded.

"how about i give you a little more than a kiss? to show how much i appreciate you."

"w-what else do you wanna g-give me, my love?" he began to stammer, his cheeks growing red and more blood falling from his nostrils.

his cigarette fell from his lips, and y/n took the initiative to step on it and put it out for him. she then placed her hand on his knee, slowly moving it up to his thigh and stopping.

sanji tried to speak, but it only came out as gibberish.

"how about it, sanji? do you want it?"

"uhm—! i, uh, i, err... you—." he wiped his nose, but there'd only been more blood rushing down.

although he thought and dreamed about it, he would've never thought it'd actually happen. this was a literal dream come true. he wanted it so bad.

y/n leaned into his ear, and he froze at the close contact.

"calm down." she whispered. "just breathe. take your time."

"y-you're serious?"

"of course. why wouldn't i be? after all you've done for me, i think you deserve it." she ran a finger down his chest, stopping at his lower abdomen.

"then... in that case..." he swallowed thickly. "y-yeah."

she slid off of the bed, crawling in between his thighs as she placed her hands on his crotch. sanji spread his legs to give her more space, tugging at his tie to loosen the suddenly itchy fabric.

she began to unzip his pants, pulling the waistband of his boxers down. she wasted no time to dig inside of his boxers, pulling out his erected cock. a single vein ran up from his base to his pinkish tip that'd spilled out a bit of precum. she grinned, planting her lips against that pretty tip of his.

"thanks, sanji." she spoke, thanking him for everything he'd done for her thus far.

though, sanji being sanji, he thought she was thanking him for allowing her to suck him off.

however, it no longer mattered when a drop of saliva fell from her lips and onto his tip, followed by the warm feeling of her mouth latching onto his dick. she'd went down a few inches, though, not completely. she wanted to take her time and savor him. a drawled moan slipped out from sanji, his hands grasping at the sheets as he threw his head back.

"oh, shit." he blurted out.

sanji was practically hypnotized by how fucking pretty she looked with her mouth stuffed with his cock. he let out a breathy, unsteady sigh, one that was enough to make y/n want to continue just to hear more of those exact sounds.

she began to bob her head, soon going far enough to where her nose touched his pelvis, his entire length shoved in her mouth. a small gag came from her, but it hadn't even been noticeable because of the loud, throaty moan sanji let out.

as she continued to stroke his cock with her mouth, her movements quickened. his dick that'd been lubricated by her spit resulted in a slurping sound, and it began to get messy with her saliva spilling out of her mouth.

sanji circled his fingertips behind her neck gently, absentmindedly thrusting his hips forward in a slow movement.

"yeah—, that's it..." he grunted.

she began to untie her robe to give sanji more to look at, and he was beyond ecstatic. it was her nude body out on display for only his eyes to see. on top of that, she trailed her hand between her legs, presumably going to play with herself to give sanji an irresistible view.

as her middle and ring fingers circled her clit, she let out a drawled moan on his cock. he threw his head back, narrowing his brows as he pushed her head further. his slutty whimpers were enough for her to get off to, let alone the fact she had his dick in her mouth.

y/n sloppily sucked him from top to bottom, her tongue swirling around his flushed pink tip. her eyes squinted shut, eyebrows stitching together as she began to rub herself faster.

he couldn't help but allow himself the pleasure of rocking his hips back and forth, pushing his cock deep inside of her mouth just to retract it and do the same thing over again. her gags and whines sounded so cute, sanji was desperate to hear it more. he started to grind his dick into the warmth and wetness of her mouth, his lips parting open and followed by more of his slutty groans.

she could feel herself dripping on her fingers, moans vibrating on his cock.

"fuck, you're gonna make me cum... shit—!" sanji's hip movement began to falter as he panted, his legs slightly trembling.

she could feel his warm, runny cum spill on her tongue, one last moan slipping from her lips. he let out a drawled hum, leaning against her bed.

he watched as she swallowed with no hesitation, a smile growing on her face. he wiped the blood from his nose, holding his hand out for y/n to take it.

"let me see how good you taste, ma beauté." and with that, he opened his mouth, bringing her fingers into his mouth as his tongue worked around to lick up all of her juices.

it seemed as if all of sanji's nervousness had disappeared into nothing and been replaced by a sense of boldness. y/n loved this side of him. she could feel her heart flutter and herself getting more turned on by that gesture. he grinned, pulling her fingers from his mouth.

"taste s'good..."

"sanji—..." she blurted out, though, she didn't exactly want anything from him.

"y'know, i still want my kiss, moun amour."

♡

[ztarvokwrites]

hi! hope you're doing good!

can i request headcanons of sanji and luffy finding out his fem!s/o has a deep trauma that makes her very very afraid of sleeping alone?

thank you ✨✨

omg my first req hi!! and ofc!! this is my first time writing for both of these boys so hopefully they're accurate enough lol. enjoy!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Trauma mention (not sure how to describe it)

GENRE: Fluff, slight angst

CHARACTERS: Sanji, Luffy

READER: Fem

FANFIC TYPE: Headcanons

•Sanji and Luffy finding out their s/o has trauma that makes her afraid of sleeping alone•

Sanji

He was heartbroken when he found out about your trauma, I'm talking tears down his face and everything.

I mean, who or what dared to do such a thing to his loving S/O?!

Then, he calmed down, siting that his emotions probably weren't going to be the main priority at that moment as you had just began tearing up yourself.

Obviously, Sanji took a drag of his cigarette (that almost lit your bed on fire, might I add) and stared into your eyes.

"What do I need to do to make you feel better, my love?"

He immediately asked what you needed him to do and when, allowing you to feel more comfortable, however when you said that you wanted him to share the bed with you, he almost fell off the bed.

Once again, he calmed himself before his boisterous personality took over and smiled softly at you, holding your hands in his.

"If that's what you want, then that's what you're gonna get. C'mere."

He laid the both of you down and spooned you, cuddling you and making you fall into a peaceful slumber.

Ever since he found out that night, he has never let you sleep alone again.

Luffy

With him being your captain as well as your partner, you felt as if you had to tell him.

There wasn't anyway around it once night time rolled around on the Sunny.

When you told him, at first he was confused, so you had to explain it again.

This time when you explained it, he had a serious look on his face.

Inside, he was conflicted. What should he do to make you feel better? He's already saved you, but inside he felt like he had to do it again.

So he did.

He enveloped you in a hug as he laid down on your bed, making you lay on top of him.

"You don't need to worry about that now. It's all gonna be a distant memory soon and I'll be here to make sure it stays that way."

The way he grinned at you made you feel better already as you laid your head on his chest and fell asleep.

Now, every night, you fall asleep wrapped up in Luffy's arms. Quite literally.

FIN

Remember to drink water, get some sleep, take some meds and eat something! You're cared for and loved! <3

[lawssword]

Day Three: Stargazing 

Law and Luffy sneak away while at a bonfire on the beach with their friends.

Word Count: 765

"C'mon!" Luffy pulled on Law's arm, dragging him away from the commotion loud bonfire. Law stumbled over the sand as the glow from the fire got dimmer and dimmer and the only thing there to light their path was the moonlight.

"Luffy where are you taking me?" Law sighed in exasperation. Luffy didn't say anything put he let go of Law's arm and took Law's hand instead, lacing his fingers between Law's.

Luffy dragged Law all the way to the rock mound that was on the beach. Luffy went into the rocks and the others disappeared from sight. Law could barely hear Brook strumming on his guitar anymore, or Shachi and Penguin singing The Last Saskatchewan Pirate very poorly.

"Look, Torao!" Luffy grinned and pulled Law to the other side of the rock mound. Law looked out on the horizon, when they had pulled up to the beach, the sea had been choppy and waves were crashing on the shore but now the water was so calm the entire sky was resting on the sea's surface. It was beautiful.

Law looked up at the sky and he could see the faint outline of the Milkyway dividing the sky.

"Isn't it pretty!" Luffy said, he hugged Law's arm to his chest and leaned against Law side.

Law smiled just a little bit. "Yeah, it is," he agreed.

Luffy let go of Law's arm and hugged Law. For comfort, Law wrapped his arm around Luffy's shoulders.  Law pressed a kiss against Luffy's temple and hugged Luffy closer to him.

"Oh, I almost forgot, I have something for you," Luffy said.

"Oh?" Law looked down at Luffy, he was already digging through his pockets. "What's the occasion?"

"Shishi, you'll see," Luffy said. He pulled something small from his pocket but Law couldn't quite make it out in the dark.

Luffy stepped away from Law and stood in front of and opened up a small black box.

Oh.

"Bonney said that you wanted to get married one day," Luffy said. "I don't really care much about that stuff, but I love you and if that's what you want, I want it too."

"Luffy-ya," Law could barely make out the ring in the box. Law smiled at Luffy. "Are you proposing to me?"

"Well, yeah, I thought that was obvious," Luffy said.

"Well, you haven't actually asked me," Law pointed out.

"Oh right," Luffy muttered. Luffy took a step back and kneeled into the sand in front of Law.

Luffy held the box out to Law and gave Law that signature grin that was as bright as the sun.

"Tor-" Luffy caught himself. These things were supposed to be proper, Luffy's couldn't just use that nickname now. "Law, will you marry me?"

"Of course, I will," Law said with a smile that he tended to only ever get around Luffy. Luffy stood up again and took Law's hand. He slid the ring over Law's finger. It was a little too big but it could be resized easily.

"C'mere," Law said, he pulled on Luffy's shirt and brought him closer, Law kissed Luffy and kissed him slowly. Luffy wrapped his arms around Law's neck, he clutched the ring box in on hand and ran his other hand through Law's hair.  Law's lips ew\were soft and took Luffy's breath away. Luffy was so excited he couldn't keep himself from smiling into their kiss.

They parted slowly, foreheads still touching.

"I love you," Law murmured.

"I love you too," Luffy said with a small, sweet smile.

"Just how long have you been planning this?" Law asked.

"Since yesterday," Luffy said. "I wanted to wait longer but I got too excited."

"Hm," Law hummed. "You know, if you had waited much longer, you wouldn't have gotten the chance to propose at all."

"What?" Luffy muttered.

"You know how we're going out to the bar with Zoro and Shachi tomorrow?" Law asked.

"Uh-huh," Luffy nodded.

"Well, we weren't going to do that, I was going to take you to Baratie and propose," Law explained. "Sanji was going to put the ring in a glass of wine, I picked wine because I know you would chug it because it's bitter."

"Shishishi," Luffy grinned. "Wait, then how come Bonney didn't know when I talked to her?"

"I didn't tell her, only Zoro, Sanji and Shachi knew," Law said. "Well, and Cora."

"Did you not say anything to Zoro?"

"Nope, just Ace and Bonney."

"Wow," Law chuckled. "At least we're on the same page, huh?" Law said.

Luffy stole another kiss from Law, it was short and quick.

"I guess so!" Luffy agreed.

[your-iron-lung]

Mixed Up 11 | Art Lover |

Chapter Word Count: 3743

Pairings: Zoro/Sanji

Genre: Comedy, Drama, Romance

Chapter Warnings: Strong Language, Slight Violence

Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 

Next Chapter: 12

"You have got to be kidding me."

"What?"

Zoro stood in the doorway to Sanji's apartment and glanced down at himself with a confused and annoyed expression. Likewise, Sanji was staring down at his outfit with an expression of disdain, for not only was Zoro late, but he was, in Sanji's quite honest opinion, hideously dressed.

"You're not seriously going to an art show dressed like that, are you?"

"I always wear this to Usopp's show," Zoro said, his annoyance giving itself away in his tone of voice.

"You're not even wearing a shirt."

Frowning, Zoro held open the white dinner jacket he was wearing, revealing that he was in fact shirtless beneath it. A huge, jagged scar wound its way up his torso that Sanji paused to look at, wrinkling his nose in distaste before moving on to critique the rest of Zoro's awful dress.

"And what the hell is that? A tie?" he asked, leaning against his doorframe and accusingly jabbing his cigarette at what appeared to be a tie wrapped around Zoro's right leg, wound just above the knee. "Are you so stupid that you don't even know that ties are supposed to go around your neck?"

"Fuck you," Zoro said, face turning red with embarrassment as he turned away from the door. "I don't have to take this from you; I'll go alone, Nami be damned."

"Oi, don't talk about Nami that way!" Sanji yelled, standing up abruptly to defend her good name.

Instead of replying, Zoro began to head directly for his bike before Sanji could take their argument any further. Cursing to himself, Sanji quickly stubbed out his cigarette and fumbled to get his keys out of his suit pocket, quickly turning around to lock his door before chasing Zoro down into the parking lot.

"And just where the hell do you think you're going?" he said, catching up to Zoro as he straddled his motorcycle. He stood in front of it and grounded himself on the handlebars to prevent the punk from leaving. "Can't take someone with good taste critiquing your shitty punk fashion?"

"Look here, asshole," Zoro growled, shoving his helmet on his head. He flipped the visor up to glare at hit unobstructed. "I don't give two shits what you think about the way I dress, but if this is how you're going to be the whole goddamn night I'm not going to deal with it."

"No no, come on, I'm driving," Sanji said irritably, quickly moving around to push Zoro off his bike. "I'll shut up about the how you look like you got into a fight with your closet and lost."

"Okay, fuck you!" Zoro snapped, wrenching his helmet off his head and all but throwing it on the ground. Sanji stepped back as he dismounted his motorcycle, ducking when Zoro threw a punch in his direction.

"Oi oi, don't fucking do this now!" Sanji shouted as Zoro charged him, throwing their bodies together and bringing both of them to the ground in a heavy drop.

They landed hard and in a way that had Sanji winded and heaving for breath. He felt his suit- one of his nicest suits- tear as Zoro punched him in the eye, and was immediately enraged.

"You stupid son of a bitch!" He shouted, trying to gain the upper hand.

Pinned beneath Zoro, he punched him in the stomach and got another punch to the face for his efforts. He was acutely aware of the cement of the parking lot with the way Zoro was drilling into him, punching him into the hard surface with little regard in preserving his good looks for the show. The grit wore at his skin and his clothing until he was finally able to thrash around and punch Zoro off of him so that he was able to quickly get to his feet and kick the idiot into the nearby ditch.

"What the fuck is your problem!?" Furious, Sanji stood by the edge of the parking lot and brought his hand up to wipe away at his bloodied face. He stared down at Zoro angrily, watching as the man groaned and sat up, inspecting the grass stains on his coat. "You fucked up one of my nicest fucking suits, asshole."

"Yeah, well, it looks better now," Zoro grunted, standing up. Sanji braced himself for the next round of their fight and spit blood off to the side, readying his body for Zoro's attack.

To his surprise, though, Zoro ended up simply walking past him and towards where his car was parked, coming to stand by the passenger door with enough nerve to look annoyed when Sanji didn't follow after him.

"Hurry up, asshole," he demanded, wiping down the sleeves of his jacket.

Sanji gaped at him stupidly for a moment before shaking himself out of it.

"What the fuck makes you think I'm still going to take you after this?" he accused, striding towards him, completely intent on continuing their fight.

"Because Nami asked you to, moron."

At the mention of her name, Sanji stood still and dropped his fists. Zoro rolled his eyes and shook his head disapprovingly as Sanji dug through his coat pockets to find his set of keys again.

"This isn't over," he said bitterly, unlocking his car.

"Whatever," Zoro retorted as they both climbed inside, settling into a mutual silence as Sanji glanced at his face in the rearview mirror.

"Fuck, I look awful," Sanji said, wiping at the bloodiest parts of his face with his ruined sleeve.

"That's nothing new," Zoro responded, and then turned away to laugh softly to himself when Sanji turned to glare at him.

"Whatever. Just tell me where the hell Usopp's apartment is and let's get this night over with."

Zoro sat up and reached his hand into his back pocket to pull out a folded up piece of paper. He passed it over to Sanji who snatched it away from him and unfolded it to reveal Nami's familiar handwriting. Drawing out his phone from his pocket, he opened up his navigational app and input Usopp's address into it. He thought briefly about saying something mean, but bit his tongue and began to drive.

They were both quiet as Sanji's phone lead them towards Usopp's apartment, such that Sanji didn't say anything to Zoro about not wearing a seatbelt and Zoro didn't comment on the (admittedly) shitty pop music playing on the radio as they drove. Sanji hated to admit it, but the silence between them felt comfortable; almost natural, even. He could sense that the two of them were becoming closer, despite their intermittent bouts of hating one another to the point where they felt the need to beat each other up. He couldn't tell if he liked it or not.

The drive to Usopp's place wasn't long enough for him to think too much about it, though, and so he cast the thought aside as they pulled off the highway.

The apartment complex was one of the shittiest Sanji had ever seen. All the buildings were single story in make, giving the small complex more of an appearance of a rather seedy looking motel than an actual apartment site. The complex itself was tucked away in what looked like a slight ditch, built almost directly underneath the highway bridge they pulled off of to coast into the small gravel parking lot. He must have looked overly sympathetic about Usopp's living situation, as Zoro snorted and got out of the car when he parked it.

"He doesn't actually live here," he said. "He just keeps this address for his studio. He actually lives with his sponsor/wife/girlfriend/whatever the hell she is to him in a turbo mansion on the other side of town."

"Oh," Sanji said, and got out to follow Zoro to one of the buildings.

He watched quietly and lit a cigarette as Zoro pulled out a key from his front pocket. He shoved it roughly into the door and had to jiggle it a bit before it opened, revealing a dark and overall saggy looking interior. Stepping inside, Sanji noted that the place smelled of fresh paint. He glanced at a few of the easels that had unfinished pieces still on them while Zoro walked directly over to where he knew Usopp had left the prints he wanted for his show that night.

"C'mere," Zoro said, gesturing for Sanji to help him.

The prints in question were large, framed, and wound up being pretty heavy as they divvied them up between the two of them.

"How were you gonna get all these to the show without me?" Sanji asked as they walked to and from the apartment, loading up his car.

"Woulda borrowed Nami's truck," Zoro answered, and then the rest of the transfer was spent in silence.

Once they'd gotten all the designated prints into the backseat of his car and Zoro had locked the door to the studio, they sat still in Sanji's car as he tried to program his phone to pick up the venue the art show was held at. Every time he input 'OperationUtopia', however, his phone's navigation came up blank.

"What the hell's wrong with it?" Sanji said with a frown, angrily trying once again to get his phone to pull up directions.

"It won't show up on that," Zoro said, glancing over at Sanji's phone. "The place is unlisted; might as well not exist."

"That sounds sketchy as fuck."

"Because it is." Zoro snorted. "Why the hell do you think Usopp makes me go pretending to be his body guard?"

"Hell if I know," Sanji mumbled irritably, casting his phone aside before remembering he had Nami's handwritten directions with him. He pulled them out and mentally mapped out the route himself, and then got back on the road.

Every once in a while as they drove, Sanji would glance at himself in the mirror and be dismayed with what he saw. He'd then throw an angry, accusatory look in Zoro's direction only to find the man asleep, snoring lightly with his forehead pressed against the window. Sanji forced himself to scowl every time he caught him this way, but couldn't deny that he was glad to be in his insufferable company.

Sanji followed Nami's directions as accurately as he possibly could, navigating them through the downtown area slowly as he kept an eye out for their mysterious destination, and was confused when the directions ended up leading him to a parking deck.

Looking around the area, Sanji wasn't sure if he was actually supposed to pull in or not, unless- no, well, unless the show was actually held in the parking deck? Nami had said that the venue was odd, hadn't she? Unsure of himself, but not wanting to doubt Nami's word, he drove in and parked in the first empty spot he could find.

"Oi," he said, reaching over to shake Zoro awake. "Is this it?"

Zoro inhaled sharply as he awoke, sitting up abruptly and looking around confused.

"What?" he asked, squinting at Sanji suspiciously in the shadow of the parking deck before yawning loudly.

"Is this it?" Sanji repeated, fighting the urge to yawn himself.

"Why are you making that face?"

"I'm trying not to yawn."

"Oh," Zoro said, yawning again.

"Answer me, bastard!"

"No, this isn't it, dumbass."

"Then-"

"This is just where we park, idiot. Now help me unload."

Zoro was out of the car before Sanji could snap out a retort smart enough to defend his intelligence. Frowning, he got out and grabbed hold of as many prints as he could handle, and between the two of them, they managed to unload them all. Locking his car, he followed Zoro as he led them out onto the street.

Out of the shade of the deck, Zoro glanced around blankly, looking both ways before deciding on a direction to take. Against his better judgment, Sanji followed after him.

"You know where you're going?" he asked, falling into stride beside him.

"Yeah."

"Are you sure?"

Zoro stopped walking.

"It's the other way," he said suddenly, and then turned on his heel and lead them back the way they'd come.

"Holy shit," Sanji muttered under his breath, and turned to keep after him.

Eventually, after many a u-turn and angry, snide remarks, Zoro found himself in the right place.

"There it is," he said, and nodded his head to indicate the direction.

Sanji looked down the street, but saw nothing that screamed 'art gallery' to him. There were a few boarded up shops and a tall, shaven haired man standing further up the walk, but nothing impressive enough to be what he had built up in his mind.

"Where?" he asked, but Zoro didn't reply.

Doubting that Zoro had actually gotten them to the right place, he watched and slowly followed him as the punk approached the stranger.

"Hey, Daz," Zoro greeted.

The man nodded his head in return as Zoro turned and began to walk down some stairs that were obscured by the buildings on either side of them. Surprised to realize that the place was actually an underground structure, Sanji stalled at the foot of the stairs before following Zoro's descent.

"Hold up."

The man on the sidewalk pulled Sanji back, throwing off his momentum badly enough that he almost ended up dropping the prints he was carrying.

"What?" Sanji asked irritably, fussing about as he tried to fix his grip on the art. The man stared down at Sanji and said nothing, but blocked Sanji's passage again when he tried to get past.

"Oi, Zoro!" he called when the man refused to let him through.

At the foot of the stairs, Zoro turned around and looked back up at them.

"What's wrong?" he called up.

"You know this is an invitation only ordeal," the man named Daz said, staring Sanji down with a level, easy stare.

"Yeah, so? I invited him," Zoro said casually.

"You know that's not how it is, Zoro," Daz said, shifting his gaze from Sanji to the man at the bottom of the stairs.

From down below, Sanji could hear Zoro's irritated sigh.

"Look, Daz, do you really want me to beat your ass again? Just let him through already, goddamn. I'll take the heat if he gets caught."

Daz stared at Sanji with an unreadably stoic expression before closing his eyes and turning away to let him through. Sanji hesitated momentarily before making his way down the stairs to where Zoro was waiting for him.

"That guys an uptight prick," Zoro grumbled, shouldering open the door to OperationUtopia. "But he's right; this is a pretty, uh, strictly formal kind of thing. So try to lay low."

"Uh, okay?" Sanji said, following him inside.

"I'm serious. Look, if a woman named Robin tries to talk to you, don't. She's the wife or something of the guy who runs this whole thing and if she catches you here without an invite, I'm pretty sure it'll get taken out on Usopp."

"Then why the hell did you even bring me if there was all this risk involved?" Sanji hissed angrily, taking in the sheer size of the underground venue as they walked through.

It was far larger than what he'd thought it'd be. There were walls everywhere that some artists had already gotten around to setting up, and the works that were displayed were phenomenal.

"Nami would drive me into bankruptcy if I didn't," Zoro said miserably, navigating around the maze of walls and artists. "So just avoid Robin and it'll be okay, got it?"

"I don't even know what she looks like; if she's beautiful, I can't make any promises."

"Christ. She's tall; taller than both of us. Long black hair. Scary fucking eyes. Walks around with a dude who wears a shit ton of fur."

"She sounds gorgeous."

"Dammit curly-brow, I didn't bring you here to flirt."

"The hell'd you just call me?"

"Zoro! There you are! Oh, god, I thought you'd gotten lost."

A man wearing what Sanji thought was the most ridiculous looking costume he had ever seen waved at them from across the room, stalling out their argument with his goofy visage.

"Is that-" he began to ask, staring aghast at the atrocity greeting them.

"Sogeking. In here he's known as Sogeking, so don't call him by his real name," Zoro muttered lowly, and then lead them over to where Usopp stood fretting by his empty section of wall.

"Did you get them all?" Usopp asked, looking through the selection of prints Zoro set down to lean against the wall.

"Yeah, I told you I would; don't act all surprised that I got them here on time."

"It's really a miracle," Usopp said, sniffling happily behind his mask. "Wait a minute, where's the rest of them?!"

"I have them," Sanji said, stepping forward and shocking Usopp into silence.

Sanji and Usopp shared an uncomfortably long moment of eye contact before Usopp slowly spoke, saying, "Uh, Zoro, who's that?"

"Bodyguard number 2," he replied, smirking when Sanji scowled and set his half of the prints down beside the rest of them.

"My name's Sanji, er, Sogeking," he said, introducing himself awkwardly and stretching out his hand, knowing full well he looked a goddamn mess and that his palm was pretty scrapped up.

Usopp looked down at his hand quietly before hesitantly reaching out to shake it.

"Uh, Zoro, you know this is an invite only thing," Usopp said, worry creeping into his voice.

"Yeah, so I invited him; look, don't worry about it, Daz let him in and as long as he avoids Robin it'll work out."

"Oh god."

"Let's just get your display set up."

"Sorry," Sanji said, feeling the need to apologize for the anxiety his presence was causing the odd artist.

"No, it's okay, I trust Zoro," Usopp replied, but the way his voice quavered and knees shook seemed to say otherwise. "It's just, uh, you kind of stand out; why are you all beat up?"

"Long story; look, just quit worrying about him and focus on getting through the show," Zoro interrupted, prompting Sanji to throw him a dirty glare.

"You're right, you're right," Usopp said, taking in a deep breath. "Help me hang these."

With the combined efforts of all three of them, setting up Usopp's display went by relatively quickly. In that time, the venue began to fill out with other artists hurriedly working to put up their work before the show started as well, causing a low chattering of background noise that gave substance to the large room.

When they'd finish, they collectively took a step back to appreciate Usopp's work. A lot of it was like what Sanji had seen previously, but Usopp's talent was truly diverse and well exemplified in the collection he'd chosen to put together. There was a variety of monotone pieces, as well as the two and three toned types of work that Zoro had hung in his apartment. They were all beautiful as far as Sanji was concerned, and could sense the amount of pride Usopp had for his talent.

"So," he said, prompting Zoro and Usopp to turn and look at him.

"What?" they both asked.

"Is there a bathroom or something I can clean up in?" he questioned, gesturing to his face.

"The bathroom's all the way in the back," Usopp said, pointing down the length of the gallery. "Just, uh, be quick about it, okay?"

"Sure, and thanks," Sanji replied, sticking his tongue out at Zoro before turning and hurriedly walking towards the restroom before too many people noticed him.

Along the way he caught glimpses of what the other artists had brought in, and was really taken by all the different talents displayed in the one room. He didn't have long to appreciate them, though, as his need to make himself presentable occupied his primary thought.

He rushed as dignified as he could into the restroom. He grabbed a bunch of paper towels and wet them at the sink, looking into the mirror and wincing at his reflection as he cleaned the largely dried blood from his face. Bruises were slowly beginning to settle in his skin as fixed his hair and tried to straighten out what was left of his suit.

'Damn Zoro,' he thought to himself. 'I wanted to look good tonight.'

Sighing and accepting that he could do next to nothing about the tattered state his clothing was in, he dried his face and hands and then stepped back out into the gallery.

There were a lot more people crowding the space now than when he'd gone to wash his face, forcing him to take his time in getting back to where Usopp and Zoro were waiting.

People serving champagne had started to make rotations as guests began to fill out the place, swerving dangerously past him and other people with tall glasses ready to be spilt. He grabbed one from a waiter making rounds and stopped to observe an interesting piece of art that caught his eye.

It was a monumental work in terms of size, spread out on a canvas so large it took up an entire section of wall on its own. On it was painted a scene of a war of some sorts, with what looked like marines from an older generation doing battle against pirates. The craftsmanship behind the painting was incredible, and captures Sanji's full and complete attention, such that as he stood there, standing and sipping at his drink, he failed to notice the woman standing beside him until she turned to speak with him.

"Wonderful, isn't it?" she said in a voice so serene, it managed to draw Sanji's attention away from the painting. The contentedness he'd felt at having freshened his appearance left him abruptly as he turned to face the woman he was almost certain Zoro had warned him against. Despite the warm smile on her face, the expression in her cold, blue eyes made him shiver.

"Um," he said, flustered by both her sublime beauty and at being caught unawares. "Yeah, it's really beautiful. Much like you."

Her smile was dark and knowing as she laughed slightly and turned back to the painting.

"Yes, it is," she said, and then walked away into the crowd, leaving Sanji with a sinking sense of insecurity in his stomach.