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ink-perfect · 2 months ago

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Hi Aspen. Can you write an romantic hurt and comfort (by comfort=bittersweet) of Zoro as the god of war. Who was in love with a mortal. Prince Sanji of the baratie, however the blonde died during the titan war. Letting the god of war grief and rage end the war in a single day.

Thousands years has passed since then. As the empty throne of the god of love were filled. And Zoro was suprise when he find out it was sanji- sanji who assesended to be the god of love.. however the blonde loses all of his memories about his mortal life. (Is a test from Luffy (king of god). Wether do he and Zoro love could withstand everything. Including a memory wipe)

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─ about: animanga/live action zoro x sanji ft. a lil luffy at the end⋆. romantic, fluff, angst-ish (?), 3rd person ⋆. gods au, established relationship, memory loss ─ a/n: thank you for the request!!!!! 🤍 this is my very first time writing character x character or a fantasy au, i hope it's semi-decent 😭

the battlefield was a graveyard, bathed in carmine under the dark sky.

the once proud fields of lush green, where the sun had shone down with warmth and peace, was reduced to a wasteland of blood and ruin. bodies littered the ground, crimson running down to nest in the cracks of the earth.

and at the centre of it all stood roronoa zoro, god of war.

the scent of iron filled his nostrils as he sheathed his swords, the thick silence pressing against him like a vice. his muscles, though worn and aching, held their strength, but his heart - his heart had long since shattered.

prince sanji was dead.

the war god had lived for countless years, fought innumerable battles, and defeated legion enemies, but nothing had ever hurt like this. zoro’s love for sanji, a mere mortal, had been the one light in a life filled with conflict, and now it had been extinguished. the blond prince, who had stood beside zoro against the titans, who had defied the gods themselves to fight for his people, was gone. taken by the very war zoro had sworn to end.

it had been a blur - the final battle against the titans. the cries of war, the clash of steel, the earth shaking beneath their feet. zoro had fought like a demon, tearing through enemies without hesitation, knowing sanji was close by, fighting his own battle. but then, there had been a scream, high and filled with a terror zoro had never heard from him before. he had turned to see the prince fall, his body crumpling to the ground, blood spilling from a wound too deep for any mortal to survive.

zoro had felt something inside him break at that moment: a sensation that he had never experienced before. he was a god - he was supposed to be invincible, untouchable, yet the pain of losing sanji had brought him to his knees. his heart had shattered, rage and grief twisting together into a firestorm that consumed him. the world became a haze of blood and fury as he did what no god had ever before - he ended the war in a single day. titans fell before him like leaves in the wind, their ancient power crumbling under the weight of his sorrow.

but even as the final titan drew its last breath, there had been no satisfaction. no victory. all zoro had felt was an empty, hollow ache in his heart where sanji had once been.

he had stood there for hours, cradling the prince’s body, his golden hair matted with blood, soulful eyes forever closed. he had wanted to scream, to beg the fates to give him back. but no one answered. no one ever answered.

that was thousands of years ago.

now, the gods had moved on. time had passed in a blur, the once monumental loss fading into myth. the world changed, new gods rose, and the titan war became nothing more than a story, a distant memory etched into the minds of the immortal. but zoro had never moved on. he never allowed himself to. his heart had become a fortress, a cold, impenetrable place where nothing else could enter. the god of war had become a legend in his own right - feared, respected, and utterly untouchable.

he had fought for millennia, leading armies, defending the heavens from any threat that dared challenge them. but all of it felt meaningless now. he was a god without purpose, without the one thing that had given him reason to fight.

zoro would catch himself at random times - on the battlefield, in the dead of night - thinking of sanji. he’d recall the way sanji’s eyes would spark with anger whenever they argued, the way his lips would curve into that smug grin whenever he teased zoro, or the way his body had felt against his, warm and alive, in those rare moments of tenderness. he had loved sanji, more deeply than he had ever allowed himself to love anyone. but that love had died the day sanji had fallen.

or so he thought.

the news spread like wildfire through the heavens - the empty throne of the god of love had been filled.

it was a matter that zoro cared little for. the god of love had been absent for as long as he could remember. the seat had been empty, and no one had seemed in a rush to fill it. love, after all, was fickle, fleeting - especially to the gods. zoro had scoffed at the idea of anyone taking on the role. love, to him, was nothing but a distant memory, a dream that had died with a mortal prince long ago.

but when he heard the name, everything stopped.

it had been spoken so casually, the news brought to him by one of the lesser gods as if it were just another trivial update, but the words hit him like a blade to the heart. it was a name he hadn’t heard in so long, it had become a ghost in his mind. zoro froze, his hand tightening on the hilt of his sword as the god spoke.

“vinsmoke sanji has ascended to the throne of love,” the god had said, oblivious to the storm brewing in zoro’s chest. “it’s been a long time since we had someone take that seat. king luffy must’ve had a hand in it - no one else would’ve chosen someone so...unconventional.”

sanji. ascended?

zoro had barely heard the rest. he left immediately, his mind racing with disbelief, with fear, with something that felt almost like hope, though he tried to crush it before it could take root.

sanji, his sanji, the prince who had died in his arms, was now a god? how could that be? how could someone mortal ascend to such a place, to the very seat of love itself, after so many years? zoro’s heart pounded in his chest as he made his way to the grand hall of the gods, the place where the god of love resided.

he arrived at the hall, hiding behind the towering white pillars, his breath shallow as he took in the sight before him.

there, sitting on the throne of the god of love, was sanji.

his sanji.

zoro’s heart lurched at the sight. the former prince looked exactly as he remembered - his golden hair gleamed in the divine light, framing a face that had haunted the war god's dreams for centuries. his sharp blue eyes flickered with intelligence, with that same fire, that same spirit that had drawn zoro to him so long ago.

but something was missing.

sanji’s gaze swept over the room, eyes passing over zoro without a flicker of memory. those eyes - once filled with love and laughter and defiance - held no warmth, no recognition.

zoro’s heart dropped as he realised what was wrong. the man before him was sanji, but at the same time, it wasn’t. he had ascended, but the man zoro had loved, the man who had fought and bled and died beside him, was gone.

sanji had no memory of his mortal life.

the god’s fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tightening as the cogs turned in his head. he realised something yet again: this was no miracle. this was a test.

he could see the hand of luffy, the king of the gods, all over this cruel twist of fate. luffy, with his relentless optimism, believed in love as the most powerful force in existence. he believed that even death could not destroy it. this scenario had to be one of his experiments stemming from this obsession.

and it was torture.

zoro wanted to scream. to grab sanji and force him to remember, to shake him until the light came back into his eyes, until he looked at him the way he had all those years ago. but he couldn’t. not yet.

instead, he watched from the shadows, his heart aching in ways he thought he had long since buried. the sight was almost unbearable - the prince looked the same as he had all those years ago, every detail of him painfully perfect. and yet, nothing about the way he held himself, the way he looked at the world, was the same.

what was zoro to do?

several days had passed with zoro lingering in the hall, his gaze fixed on the god who bore the face of his lost prince. sanji moved among the other deities with familiar ease, his sharp tongue and fiery spirit intact. yet, a steely air clung to him - a wall that hadn't existed before. zoro's heart wrenched each time their paths crossed, each time sanji's empty, unknowing eyes swept over him. they were strangers now. the irony wasn't lost on zoro: the new god of love had no love left within him, not as he once did. it was a cruel cosmic joke, taunting him with what he'd lost.

on the seventh day of his silent vigil, zoro could take no more.

he approached sanji’s throne on impulse, his heart pounding in his chest, each step heavy with the weight of centuries of grief and unspoken longing. the hall was empty, save for the two of them - sanji, draped in the pristine robes of a god, and zoro, still clad in his war armor, hands fiddling with the swords strapped to his side as a safety mechanism. sanji looked up as zoro neared, his expression unreadable as he placed him.

“roronoa zoro, god of war.” he spoke after a moment, his voice smooth. “to what do i owe the pleasure?”

the words were so formal, so cold, goddamnit. it took everything in zoro not to flinch.

“i-” zoro hesitated, his mouth suddenly dry. how could he even begin to explain?

“y’know, you’ve been hanging around an awful lot, war god.” sanji helped him out, his tone light but unmistakably edged with irritation. “do you have a reason for hovering, or are you just enjoying the view?”

zoro’s lips twitched at that - a spark of something familiar in sanji’s teasing, though it wasn’t directed at him the way it used to be. the banter between them had always been a fond memory of zoro’s, but now, sanji’s words were just that - words. detached and impersonal.

zoro crossed his arms, his gaze locking with sanji’s. he took a deep breath in. “i came to tell you that...you remind me of someone,” he spoke carefully, keeping his voice steady despite the roaring storm in his chest.

sanji raised a brow, leaning back in his throne. “do i, now?”

“yes,” zoro smirked back, hoping this would mask the flips his stomach was doing.

“someone i once loved.”

the silence that followed was deafening. sanji’s teasing expression faltered, just for a moment, but he recovered quickly, shrugging as if zoro’s words meant nothing. “i see. well, i’m afraid you’re mistaken. i don’t know anything about you, or whoever it is you’ve lost.”

zoro’s fists tightened at his sides, a surge of frustration beginning to boil under his skin. he had known this would happen - that sanji wouldn’t remember - but it still hurt like hell to hear him dismiss it so easily. zoro couldn’t just tell him everything; he couldn’t throw all their history at sanji’s feet and expect him to understand. this was more than a simple loss of memory - this was a divine test. sanji had been brought back, in a form zoro needed to ease into and figure out how to reach.

the war god took a slow breath and shook his head, forcing himself to stay calm. “you may not remember,” he said quietly, “but that doesn’t change what happened.”

sanji’s eyes narrowed, suspicion creeping into his gaze. “what exactly do you think happened, then? what is it you’re waiting for? some kind of…memory?”

zoro wasn’t even sure what he was waiting for himself. was it a sign that the man he loved was still there, beneath the godly mask of indifference?

“i’m not waiting for anything,” zoro said finally, his voice rough. “i just… wanted to see for myself.”

sanji tilted his head, his gaze and tone hardening. “see what?”

zoro’s chest ached. he couldn’t put it into words. instead, he searched sanji’s eyes, now desperately hoping for something, anything, to show that the connection between them wasn’t completely lost. he almost considered praying, but quickly thought better of it.

the god of love was already busy enough.

zoro's jaw clenched. "you've changed," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

sanji gave a short, humourless laugh, running a hand through his golden hair. "i’d hope so. becoming a god tends to have that effect."

zoro stared at him, every fiber of his being resisting the urge to shout, to demand, to fight for what they had lost. but he couldn't - not yet. he needed to wait, to let things unfold slowly as he had promised himself he would earlier. it was a test, after all, and zoro wasn't one to fail a challenge, no matter how impossible it seemed.

"i guess it does," zoro murmured, his voice softer than he intended.

sanji’s eyes lingered on zoro for a moment longer than necessary, something unspoken passing between them, but whatever it was vanished as quickly as it had come. this was the final straw for zoro, and he turned around to leave.

sanji shook his head, the frustration clear in his voice as he called out to the war god’s turned back. “wait.”

zoro turned instantly, eyes ablaze with sheer hope.

“why don’t you just say it outright? you keep coming here, talking in riddles, expecting me to…what? suddenly understand something i never lived?”

zoro tried to hold back the surge of emotion that threatened to spill out. “because i don’t know if you can remember. but i do know you feel it. you have to feel it.”

sanji’s eyes snapped up to meet zoro’s at these words, the distance between them suddenly shrinking as the intensity of zoro's words hung in the air.

“feel…what?” sanji leaned in, his voice almost a whisper, as if he wasn’t sure he even wanted the answer.

zoro took a step closer, the words coming from a place deep inside him, where centuries of grief, rage, and love had been buried. he couldn’t hold it back anymore. there was no other route. he let the floodgates open.

“you and i - we fought together, side by side. we saved each other countless times. you were the prince of the baratie, and i was the god of war. we loved each other… fiercely. you died in my arms during the titan war.” he rambled.

sanji flinched as if struck, his eyes widening slightly. he opened his mouth to protest, but zoro pressed on, his voice growing softer, more desperate. “i couldn’t save you. and i’ve lived with that pain for thousands of years. but now…you’re here. you’ve been given a second chance, but you don’t remember. and i don’t know how to make you see it.”

the silence that followed was suffocating. sanji sat frozen, his eyes locked on zoro’s as though trying to process the weight of what had just been said. his brow furrowed, and for the first time since his ascension, zoro saw a flicker of something raw and real behind his eyes.

“i…” sanji began, his voice shaky. “i don’t remember any of that. i don’t know who you think i am, but-”

zoro interrupted, his voice breaking slightly. “it’s not about the memories, sanji. it’s about what you feel. deep down, do you really think i’m lying? that i’m just some crazed god trying to torment you?”

sanji hesitated. his lips parted as if to respond, but no words came out. instead, his gaze dropped to the floor, his fingers curling tightly around the armrests of his throne. zoro watched him struggle, knowing that the truth was buried somewhere deep within him, hidden under layers of divinity, under the weight of his new life as a god.

for a long moment, neither of them spoke. zoro’s heart pounded, his pulse echoing in his ears as he waited, hoping, praying that some part of sanji would break through. he couldn’t lose him again. not like this.

then, finally, sanji spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “when i look at you… i feel something. but it doesn’t make sense. it’s like…something is missing. like i should know you, but i can’t place why.”

zoro’s breath caught in his throat. he took another step closer, closing the distance between them. “that’s because you do know me. you know me better than anyone ever has. your brain might not, but your heart…it remembers.”

for a moment, the silence stretched again, but this time it was different. it was filled with unspoken understanding, with a quiet, fragile connection that hadn’t been there before. sanji looked up at zoro, his eyes searching for something, and for the first time since their reunion, he saw a glimpse of the man he had once known.

“i don’t understand why i feel like this,” sanji murmured quietly, almost to himself. “but i trust you.”

zoro’s heart swelled, a flicker of hope stirring deep within him. he hadn’t realised how much he needed to hear those words until now.

sanji stood slowly, stepping down from his throne, his movements tentative. he was still the regal, newly ascended god of love, but in this moment, he was also sanji - his sanji, the man who had once fought by his side, laughed in the face of danger, and loved with a fierceness that somehow rivalled zoro’s own.

zoro didn’t move, afraid that any sudden gesture might shatter this fragile moment. sanji stopped in front of him, his eyes still searching, still unsure, but there was something in his expression that wasn’t there before - trust, as thin as it was, beginning to take root.

“tell me more,” sanji whispered, his voice low. “about…us. about who i was. maybe if i hear it, it’ll come back.”

zoro’s throat tightened, but he nodded, his gaze never leaving sanji’s. he had waited centuries for this chance, and though he knew it wouldn’t be easy, the spark of hope flickering between them was enough to give him strength.

“you were a prince,” zoro began, his voice soft yet steady, the memories rushing back to him as though no time had passed at all. “you had your whole life ahead of you, but you gave it all up to fight in the titan war. you stood by my side when no one else would. you were stubborn, and a real pain in the ass sometimes, but…you were loyal. you always had my back, no matter what.”

sanji’s lips twitched into the faintest of smiles, his eyes softening as he listened.

zoro continued, the words flowing freely now, as though the dam of centuries-old grief had finally cracked. “we fought together, lived together…and we…we loved each other. you drove me crazy, and i wouldn’t have had it any other way. you were the best damn thing that ever happened to me, sanji.”

sanji’s breath hitched, his eyes widening as zoro spoke. he opened his mouth to say something, but his voice faltered. instead, he took a shaky step forward, his hand reaching out hesitantly toward zoro’s chest, as if drawn to him by instinct alone. the touch was tentative at first - sanji’s fingers brushing against the fabric of zoro’s cloak - but it was enough. zoro’s heart pounded in his chest as sanji’s hand rested over his heart, the warmth of his touch sending a wave of emotion crashing over him.

“i… i don’t remember everything,” sanji murmured, his voice trembling. “but when you talk like that… it feels real. it feels like i’m missing something, like there’s a piece of me that’s been locked away.”

zoro swallowed hard, his voice rough with emotion. “it’s real, sanji. it’s always been real.”

sanji’s gaze lifted to meet zoro’s, his eyes filled with something zoro hadn’t seen since the war - vulnerability, hope, and a glimmer of the love that had once burned so fiercely between them.

“then…i want to remember,” sanji whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

zoro’s hand came up, gently covering sanji’s where it rested on his heart. his touch was steady, his grip firm but careful, as if afraid that the moment might dissolve if he held on too tightly. “you will,” zoro said, his voice low, almost a vow. “i’ll make sure of it.”

sanji’s gaze wavered, and for a moment, he looked like the prince zoro had fallen in love with those many years ago - a little lost, but still brave enough to face the unknown. “i don’t know how,” sanji admitted, his voice cracking slightly. “but…if what you’re saying is true, if i was that person, then i can’t just walk away from this.”

zoro gave a small, bittersweet smile, the tension in his chest easing slightly for the first time in millennia. “walking away never really was your thing, even back then. you always came back to me no matter what.”

sanji’s lips quirked into a half-smile, but the weight of the unknown still hung between them. “then i guess i’ll have to trust you,” he said softly, his voice laced with uncertainty, but also with a quiet determination.

the silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable now - it was filled with the promise of something rekindling, waiting to be found again.

suddenly, the grand hall shifted. a bright, golden light filled the room, and zoro knew what it meant before the booming voice even spoke.

“oi, you two!” luffy, the king of the gods, appeared at the entrance to the hall, his wide grin practically glowing as he bounded toward them. his eyes sparkled with delight, as if watching the two of them like this was the best entertainment he’d had in centuries. “looks like things are finally getting interesting, huh?”

sanji blinked, clearly startled by luffy’s sudden appearance, but zoro just sighed, his annoyance thinly veiled. “what do you want, luffy?” he grumbled, though his tone lacked any real heat.

luffy bounced in place, his grin never fading. “i’ve been waiting for you two to figure it out! man, this was harder than i thought it’d be, but it looks like you’re almost there!”

sanji’s eyes narrowed in confusion, turning to zoro. “what’s he talking about?”

zoro exhaled deeply, ready to get everything off his chest. “this was all his idea. the memory wipe, bringing you back as a god…it was a test.”

sanji’s brows furrowed, his confusion deepening. “a test?”

luffy clapped his hands together, still beaming. “yup! i wanted to see if your love could survive anything, even time, even losing all your memories! you guys were always such a strong pair, so i figured, why not make it interesting?”

sanji blinked, looking between zoro and luffy, clearly trying to process everything. “so you…tested us? but why?”

luffy’s grin softened, his tone uncharacteristically sincere. “because i believe in love. and i believe in you two.”

zoro’s gaze met sanji’s as soon as those words were spoken, and in that moment, something seemed to shift. sanji’s eyes widened slightly as the pieces began to click into place. his fingers tightened around zoro’s hand, his grip no longer hesitant.

luffy’s smile grew even wider when he noticed this, if that was possible. “i thought this would happen,” he said with an excited bounce. “you’re starting to remember, aren’t you?”

sanji’s breath caught in his throat. he looked at zoro again, something breaking free within him, like the floodgates of memory had finally begun to open. flashes of battles, laughter, and shared moments flickered in his mind - moments that felt distant yet so familiar. the feel of zoro’s hand in his, the sound of his voice…it all started to make sense.

“i…” sanji’s voice was shaky, but there was a spark in his eyes now, a light that hadn’t been there before. “i think…”

zoro’s heart raced. he took a step closer, their faces only inches apart now, his voice trembling with hope. “sanji?”

sanji’s brows relaxed, his fingers interlocking with zoro’s in a swift movement. “you idiot…i never could get rid of you, could i?”

it was like a dam had broken inside zoro, a rush of emotion that was nearly too good to be true. the man standing before him was no longer the distant, cold god of love - he was sanji, the same sanji who had loved him in life, who had fought by his side, and who had died in his arms all those years ago. he was back. zoro’s throat tightened, and for a moment, he couldn’t find the words. instead, he pulled sanji closer, pressing their foreheads together.

“you’re back,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. “you’re really back.”

sanji let out a shaky laugh, his breath warm against zoro’s skin. “took me long enough, huh?”

zoro couldn’t hold back anymore. he closed the remaining distance between them, capturing sanji’s lips in a kiss that was desperate, tender, and filled with all the love and pain that had been torturing him for millennia. sanji responded immediately, his hand gripping zoro’s armor, pulling him closer as if afraid to let go again.

the kiss was the culmination of countless years of longing, of love that had transcended death and time itself. it was bittersweet, but it was also healing, a reunion of two souls who had always found their way back to each other.

when they finally pulled away, breathless, sanji rested his forehead against zoro’s, a small smile playing on his lips. “i’m not going anywhere this time,” he whispered, his voice firm, a promise.

zoro chuckled softly, his heart lighter than it had been in thousands of years. “good. because i’m not letting you go.”

from behind them, luffy whooped in delight, clapping his hands loudly. “see? i knew it! you guys passed the test! love wins!”

zoro rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips. he glanced at sanji, who was looking at him with the same fond exasperation he had worn so often in their past lives.

“love wins, huh?” sanji muttered, shaking his head. “you’re a real piece of work, luffy.”

zoro just smirked. “but he’s right this time.”

sanji chuckled softly, then leaned in, his lips brushing against zoro’s again, softer this time, but just as full of promise. “yeah. i guess he is.”

and so, as the world shifted around them, zoro knew that no matter what obstacles awaited them in the future, he and sanji would get through them together. they had conquered death, survived the loss of memories, and stood the test of time itself. whatever came next, zoro knew one thing for certain:

they would always find their way back to each other.

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