#geugh i’ll make a part 3 soon we’ll see

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Added to this little drabble…. idk just have this cause the brainworms are affecting me BAD

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They fall silent after that, but Zoro’s fingertips never still, grazing over the sensitive skin on Sanji’s back. They travel almost over every inch— Like the mosshead is trying to map the marks Memorize them.

Zoro isn’t gentle by nature. He’s crass, rude, and gross, especially to Sanji. they don’t do gentle. But this… this is nice.

“Why are you hiding?” Zoro says after a while, and Sanji bristles at that, because he is, isn’t he?

He rocks forward, wrapping his arms around himself. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Luffy and Usopp are sad ‘cause you don’t take baths with us anymore.”

“Luffy and Usopp will be fine,” Sanji retorts, his eyes starting to follow the pattern of grout on the floor for lack of something better to do. “Is wanting privacy such a fucking sin now?”

Zoro’s hands still. “Sanji.”

Every time Zoro uses his name, it gives Sanji pause. He doesn’t know whether it’s because it rarely ever comes out of the mosshead’s mouth or because he’s still getting used to being just Sanji.

At the Baratie, it was always Sanji with the big nose, or Sanji with the prissy bangs, or Sanji, the kid who doesn’t have enough meat on his bones to hurt a fly. It stayed that way, no matter how much muscle he put on or how many products he ran through the blonde strands every morning. It’s not any of the rowdy cooks’ faults, though. Zeff did his best, but that’s just how working in a restaurant goes (he’d never stop trying to prove them wrong).

“Sanji, turn around.”

I don’t want to. “What, you done staring?”

“You’re being stupid.”

Sanji knows he is, but something guilty amd spiteful in him still pushes him to snap back. “That’s rich, coming from you.”

Evidently, Zoro becomes impatient, standing abruptly and tromping over until he’s sat down right in front of Sanji. Sanji, pointedly, does not look up. He has half a mind to put his discarded shirt back on and leave.

“I meant what i said,” Zoro murmurs, his knee bumping into Sanji’s from where he’s mirrored the way the blonde is sitting. His voice is quiet, measured.

“About me sprouting ferns?” Sanji tries, a wry smile on his face. Then there’s a hand tilting his chin up, urging him to bring his gaze to Zoro’s. This is dangerous, he thinks briefly, but the way Zoro licks his lips before answering makes apprehension simmer down into something else, sitting low and heavy in his stomach.

“No,” Zoro whispers. Sanji didn’t think so; not with how the swordsman’s breath fans warm over his lips.

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and then they kiss but i didnt write that part OUGHHHHHHHHH THE ZOSAN BRAINROT IS SO BADFD IM CRYING but take this while i figure my shit out and get to the 10 wips ive been working on

Back on my bs with another Zosan brainworm…. post Skypiea feels

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Sanji, after having his “I needed a light” moment and getting shocked head-on by Enel, gains big lichtenberg scars that never fade. They’re darker than his usual skin tone, spiraling down the back of his neck, the entire expanse of his back, then curling around his shoulders and hips.

he hates them. Sanji thinks they make him look diseased, or like Frankenstein, sort of.. He doesn’t think scars are bad or ugly, no. It’s just the way they look on him.

He goes to so many lengths to hide them from the rest of the crew; he takes showers after everyone else is asleep, and his short-sleeved shirts get pushed to the back of the closet.

Chopper’s the only one who’s seen them. well, until Zoro. Somewhere in between when they didn’t like each other and when they suddenly did, the swordsman catches Sanji late at night in the bathroom, shirtless and twisting around himself to look at his back in the mirror.

Somehow, they end up on the floor, Sanji sitting cross-legged on the tile, hunched over with red tipped ears as Zoro sits behind him, taking his time tracing the patterns over Sanj’s skin.

“Do they hurt?” Zoro asks, grazing a calloused thumb over the back of Sanji’s neck.

“Sometimes. they sting when it gets cold.”

Zoro doesn’t say anything for a long time. Sanji feels like a bug under a microscope, just sitting there, being inspected like this. He finds himself zoning out— he doesn’t want to be here right now. This is embarassing.

“I like them.”

“Huh?”

And then Zoro’s hands are smoothing over Sanji’s shoulders, warm and careful like he’s handling a blade. “What, you don’t? It looks badass.”

no, they really don’t. “No. It looks…stupid.” Ugly, is what Sanji wants to say, but he doesn’t. The word suddenly seems a little too crass for whatever’s going on right now.

“Do mine, then?” Zoro counters, and that’s different. Zoro wears his like a collection, each mark a record of battles he’s won and lost and a testament to the shit he’s survived. Sanji hasn’t ever been blemished like that, barring the faint lines on the bridge of his nose still barely visible after eleven years. The scars just look out of place on him. Like they aren’t supposed to be there.

“No, no.” Sanji shakes his head. “Yours are— are badass.”

Zoro pauses again. “They look like vines.”

“Oh, so i’m sprouting greenery like you, now?”

That gets an exasperated huff out of Zoro, and Sanji can feel breath fanning over the back of his neck. “Stop, ‘m serious.”

It’s frightening, kind of, being laid bare under the watchful eye of someone else like this. Sanji can’t even see Zoro (well, besides his hands), but it’s almost like he can— the weight of his gaze falls heavy on Sanji’s back.

“Of course you are.”

A chill slides up Sanji’s spine when Zoro’s hands slide down to his waist, thumbing at the spots where the scars encroach onto his stomach. “ ‘s Pretty.”

Sanji’s throat suddenly feels dry, because the admission of pretty feels less like a descriptor of the lightning bolts spiraling down his back and more about him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Never thought I’d hear you call something ‘pretty,’ you brute.”

“Maybe you needed to.”

Maybe you needed to. Fuck, Maybe Sanji did.

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gughhhh this was supposed to be a little drabble but got out of hand so fucking quickly??1!1?1?

anyways i want to shoot both of them dead lololololol

i also love projecting my self-image issues onto Sanji…. my blorbo AHHH