#sanij

[thrillersbark]

ep 817 ⊹ moist cigarette - the night before Sanji's wedding ONE PIECE (1999)

[likethelastwoman]

Zoro has never cared about soulmates, so when Koshiro tells him his soulmate is dead, he doesn't feel sad. He thinks it's great, actually—he doesn't have to worry about love or feelings or shit like that. He doesn't need love in his life.

That is, until he meets the cook.

OR

Judge's experimentation "kills" Sanji's humanity, and so his soulmate thinks he is dead.

[bottlepiecemuses]

Sanji And Franky Are Such Boys

Given they both have backgrounds around advanced technology it's no wonder they have a fascination with robots. I do think maybe they could bond over that fact.

[invizz]

40 yr old zosan for zosanweek on twitter!

[inoreuct]

would you agree that we all need more Sanji getting nosebleeds over Zoro in this fandom?

YES *pelting down a hill waving the proposal for this in my hand like a madman* YESSSSSS

the first time sanji gets a nosebleed over zoro is his clue-in that oh. i’m not straight, am i. the swordsman’s doing a bench press (shirtless, as always) as sanji walks by (and sanji sneaks a look, as always, because who wouldn’t?) and when he glances over the plates he has to do a double take because what the fuck. zoro’s pressing more than twice his body weight. zoro’s repping more than twice his body weight. he’s just registered that maybe he’s stared for a bit too long when he feels something warm and wet on his upper lip, iron dripping over his mouth, and he books it for the galley.

he slams the door shut and presses his back against it before he slides to the ground and screams into his knees because what. the fuck. it’s not even that he’s getting hot and bothered over a guy; it’s just that the guy’s zoro. he’s not supposed to get nosebleeds over zoro.

but he does.

and it gets worse.

zoro walking around shirtless on deck? nosebleed. zoro re-tying the sails and just hanging on with his legs around the mast? nosebleed. zoro strutting out of the shower door, damp with steam and hair dripping wet and a towel around his waist? nosebleed. zoro tsking irritably and grabbing all of sanji’s food and packages from him to haul the whole lot over his shoulder? NOSEBLEED.

and not even that. he starts getting breathless around zoro and his chest hurts. he kicks zoro back while they’re sparring one day and the swordsman grins, feral and unrestrained and all challenge and teeth, and sanji’s heart spasms so hard that he actually wonders if he’s about to go into cardiac arrest. he’s barely twenty, he isn’t ready to die— much less because of some stupid marimo. chiselled abs and a nice set of biceps are only worth so much of sanji’s dignity. he twists and smashes the sole of his shoe right into zoro’s pretty face.

still, it gets so, so bad that he’s elected to just. avoid zoro completely. he’s sneaking around corners and running across open expanses ducked low like some kind of goofy thief and he knows it’s so fucking stupid but he doesn’t. he doesn’t know if zoro likes— no. he doesn’t even think about it. there’s no way, and if he gives himself false hope he’ll just break his own heart. he doesn’t know if zoro likes men, or anyone, much less him; nobody in their right mind would, not really. he's nice to have but not to keep and he's come to terms with it.

…until zoro corners him in the galley and demands to know what the fuck’s going on.

sanji stays facing away, slowly washing the dishes even as his heart pounds so hard it hurts. he is painfully aware of the way zoro’s seething like an over-boiled kettle in one of the chairs behind him, arms crossed over his stupidly broad chest and stock-still because he never, ever shakes his leg even though sanji knows he wants to.

his sponge squeaks across ceramic. the water’s warm against his fingertips, and his eyes flick up to meet his own reflection in the porthole window; he looks… well, he doesn’t know. scared, maybe. nervous. his mouth is thin, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, a shudder running its fingers down his spine even as his heartbeat thumps between his ribs and god, fuck, it aches. and he knows. he looks himself in the eyes and he knows that somewhere along the line nosebleeds had turned into falling in love and he was the stupid idiot who had just let it happen because he was too weak to pry zoro out of his thoughts.

his gaze flicks down sharply when he hears the sudden scrape of the chair, and zoro spits, “look, i can’t fix whatever i did wrong if you don’t tell me what it is.”

sanji’s heart throbs. “what?”

he can hear zoro’s scowl. “what, what? i obviously did something. you’ve been avoiding me like the plague.”

the cook almost laughs. he bites it down and swallows his words, salty-sweet at the back of his throat. guilt nips at him; zoro’s his rival and and his personal annoyance and a blockhead but he might also, maybe, just maybe, be sanji’s best friend. and sanji hasn’t been very fair to him lately.

he swallows again, clears his throat silently. “you didn’t do anything, marimo,” he murmurs to the plate in his hands, trying for airy and getting more somewhat vaguely strangled. he coughs. “just forget about it. sorry i’ve been weird.”

sanji will deal. he will, somehow; he’d been careless and careless is dangerous and for perhaps the first time in his life, he has too much to lose. he’ll squash his heart into a box and lock it down tight like he always has and it’ll hurt, but when does it ever not? he mentally declares the matter done and dusted as he shakes off the plate and gently sets it on the drying rack.

his lungs hitch as a callused hand cups his elbow.

zoro pulls him around. he’s too weak to resist. the edge of the sink digs into his hip as stormy grey eyes scan his face and zoro looks tense, his jaw set in the way it only is when he faces off with a particularly vexing foe.

“did i not look happy enough at dinner?" he asks, and it could be mockery but it isn't, not with that edge to his voice; not desperation, but damn near. like filter paper burning its way to ash. "was it my clothes on the floor? my boots on the bed? what?”

sanji can't stand it anymore. he looks away, tries to twist out of the invisible bonds zoro has him trapped in, but fingers looped around his wrist are all it takes to make him stay and fuck, fuck, he's so fucked.

"sanji, what did i do?” zoro breathes, brow furrowed, voice too near and too damn earnest, and sanji's throat bobs as he digs the heel of his palm into his eye.

this isn't how it's supposed to go. zoro isn't supposed to care. zoro isn't supposed to be standing here in the galley saying his name in that tone of voice. a hand carefully pulls his own away from his face, and zoro doesn't fucking let go, and sanji feels too much like he's been stripped down to the bone.

"i know," zoro continues, gruff like he doesn't know how to be anything else, "that i upset you. so would you please tell me what i did so i can fix it?" he bends lower still, ducking to try and catch sanji’s line of sight but sanji just can't look at him. "i'll fix it, i—"

"you can't fix this." the words are out and in the air before he can stop them, and a bittersweet smile curves his mouth. "there's nothing to fix, so you can't fix it. just let it go, alright?"

zoro wants to argue. sanji can tell. but the swordsman lets out a measured exhale after a long moment and pulls back, face carefully neutral. "at least tell me what's going on, cook."

sanji looks down at his feet. "...i can't."

"like hell you can't," zoro replies immediately, and it's such an abrupt reminder of their normal banter that it wrenches a rough noise from sanji's chest. "i was the one who held your hair back after you had, like, seven margaritas too many. don't think you could tell me anything worse than the experience of trying to stop you from falling into your own puke."

"oh, jesus fuck," sanji swears on instinct, then laughs. it's unfortunately hollow. "that was one time, asshole."

"one time too many," zoro hums, raising an eyebrow. "so you gonna tell me what's going on, or do i have to make it a captain's order?"

sanji grits his teeth.

"i will drag luffy in here, i don't care—"

"fucking—" he holds his breath, flipping around to white-knuckle the edge of the sink and letting it out slow. "fine. you ever loved someone, marimo?"

"sure." zoro shrugs easily, crossing his arms as he looks out the window. "kuina, but i think i learned to love her memory more than anything else. luffy, nami—" a near-unnoticeable flutter of thick lashes. "you."

sanji exhales through his nose as he rocks back on his heels. squeezes out air till it hurts. "you know that's not what i meant."

"what did you mean, then?"

he turns to look at where zoro has settled lazily against the counter, the moon turning his eyes to silver. "I mean the kind of love that makes your blood race. that makes you want more even when you know you'll never take more than you're allowed. the kind that makes your heart hurt so badly you feel empty without it."

the swordsman's face is unreadable as he tilts his head slowly. "i did say i love you."

it hits sanji like a bullet. he sucks in a sharp breath, and his throat burns as he turns away and tries to stop his shoulders from heaving up. "don't fuck with me, zoro. not about this."

it feels rather like a cruel cosmic joke. he's so near yet so far, just one step away with a gauzy curtain between but he can't touch it. he won't. he's got too many things on the line and yet he can't even name one of them.

"hey."

he squeezes his eyes shut against the burn of salt that shouldn't even be there, and look at that. little sanji's gone and broken his own heart again.

"hey," zoro tries again, more insistent, one hand hovering in the space between them and sanji feels the pull of it like a magnet.

he doesn't turn away as it cups his cheek. doesn't run as fingers slide through the short hairs at his nape, a thumb behind his jaw. his lashes are damp. it is everything he wants and everything he cannot have and he can't—

"look at me."

"i can't," he breathes, lungs rising fast and shallow. he's afraid to open his eyes. he's afraid of what he'll see.

"yes, you can." zoro shifts closer and another hand joins the first. it's big and rough and warm and he holds sanji's face like he's the moon herself. "look at me, curly."

he can't.

he does.

zoro's gaze is almost painful to meet straight-on with how intense it is. he seems to realise, face softening as he leans closer, closer, posture loose enough that it would be no problem for sanji to shove him away. "you love me," he breathes. "yes or no?"

sanji's heart stops. his tongue is clumsy in his mouth, his brain a mess of yesnoyesyesnoiwon'tican’tido—

"don't think." zoro's voice cuts through the haze as he shakes his head slowly; a sword through smoke, silver-bright, singing in the air and leaving silence. "don't think. you love me, yes or no."

the galley swims around sanji as his vision blurs. he feels his tears spill hot down his cheek, knows the way zoro aches to brush them away and yet stays still. he opens his mouth and it feels like stepping out of the only shelter he's ever known; he is an open fucking wound and he's raw and everything hurts, everything but zoro. zoro. zoro. "yes."

just one word, three simple letters, and still it feels like damnation; if he'd never said it he could deny it but now it's real. the swordsman relaxes, shoulders dropping enough that his forehead brushes sanji's, and sanji tracks the way his throat bobs. the way steel-grey eyes flicker over his face, molten in the light of the electric lamps and the moonlight spilling through the window, gilding zoro like something out of a dream. a fairytale sanji read as a child until the edges of the pages fitted familiar to his thumbs as his little hands reached for a happy ending that was never meant to be his.

he shakes, now, as zoro reaches up to run tentative fingers through straw-pale hair. "let me love you. yes or no."

"i—" the sound that twists from his mouth is cracked jagged down the middle, unpolished as a common pebble picked up off the damn street. "you don't—"

"yes or no."

"i'm not what you want," he gasps, his face wet.

"yes or no."

sanji wants to break apart. because zoro sounds like he's begging, and he cannot fathom anybody possibly wanting him that much. he wants to scream and cry and claw at the walls until his nails break. he wants to shatter into pieces all over the floor without having to worry about putting himself back together. he wants. he wants, and zoro's looking at him with the closest thing to reverence he's seen in his life, and even that isn't enough for him to believe it. "i'm not what you want."

he can barely look at zoro. he can barely look at himself. the shame is clawing a pit into his stomach, and he lets it, feels every inch of it, because what kind of person doesn't know how to be loved? his breath catches wetly as zoro cups his jaw in both hands, tilting his face up, and once again sanji is too weak to pull away.

"you are everything i want."

the words are so fierce, so sure, and sanji is cracking apart at the seams. the stitches pulled tight by his own hand are unravelling and he can't stop it—

"yes or no."

zoro's breath ghosts warm across his mouth, fingertips in his hair, just far away enough for sanji to see the way his eyes are blazing and yet he waits. his thumb on sanji's cheek is the gentlest thing sanji has ever known.

"you'll get tired of me," he tries weakly, one last time for good measure, and zoro just shakes his head. the resolve in his expression does not waver even once.

sanji breaks.

"yes." the word scrapes itself out of his throat seconds before arms are going around him, and he sobs. lets the swordsman bring them both to the kitchen floor as he curls up in zoro's lap, fingers clawing into his white shirt, numb with how hard he cries because nobody, nobody has ever stayed. not without him getting hurt in the process. he pushes them away when he gets scared and they let him and then it becomes his fault when it all blows up in his face, but zoro's not leaving, and it's so foreign to him that he's shaking so badly and he can't stop.

a warm, heavy palm smooths over his spine and he lets himself be shifted closer, settles sideways as zoro wraps an arm over his shins and rocks them until his breathing evens out. the embarrassment hits like a gut punch; he knows he looks like a mess, face blotchy and hair everywhere and eyes puffy as hell, but zoro cards his bangs out of his eyes and looks at him like he doesn't care, and sanji turns away.

he feels... fragile. like he's made of tinted glass and spun sugar, like he'll cave in at the slightest touch. there is something melting in his chest and it drips down over his ribs; pools fresh as a river in spring, offset by the grounding presence of zoro's hands on his skin. "don't say i didn't warn you," he mumbles, masking his very real fear behind a layer of watery bravado as he hides his face in zoro's shoulder, and of course, of course zoro sees right through him.

the swordsman's thumb traces the swirl of his eyebrow before zoro rests his chin on top of sanji's head. "i don’t listen. you know that."

you know me, is what goes unsaid, and sanji doesn't deign to reply. he buries his face into zoro's chest and breathes in the smell of steel and sword oil and— he sits up slightly, eyes narrowing. "you've been stealing my deodorant, yes or no." the way zoro stills momentarily is a dead giveaway, and he yelps when the swordsman flicks his forehead.

"would you rather i be stinky?" zoro scoffs, rolling his eyes gently as sanji settles back down with a huff.

"you still are stinky. if we're gonna be together i'm expecting you to shower at least once every two days—" zoro groans, and he powers through, raising his voice, "—and if you aren't fussy i'll let you shower with me."

the way zoro instantly stops complaining cracks a laugh out of him. it's weak and watered-down, but it's a start. zoro's hands slide back into his hair and he hums as he lets his eyes fall shut.

the moon's full tonight. their ship rocks gently, and sanji gets comfortable; zoro's warm and solid and happens to make a perfectly respectable pillow. the thought that he can have this now sends a thrill through him.

he's not a fool. he's not optimistic when it comes to this. when it comes to love.

but with zoro's thumb rubbing mindless circles against the side of his thigh and a kiss pressed to the top of his head, he's got a pretty good feeling about this time around.

[every-monkey-d-luffy]

[pirate-deathmatch]

Round 1 Starboard: Captain Flint (Black Sails) vs Vinsmoke Sanji (One Piece)

Captain James Flint is an excellent and ruthless tactician, best known for killing men with his bare hands, burning down colonies, starting revolutions, and being gay-- but he's also pushing 40. Meanwhile Sanji is a good fighter who can actually cook, but he might not be able to see out of one eye due to the hair.

[the pirates MAY use any special skills or equipment they possess. They may NOT call on any friends or creatures to assist them. For the sake of this tournament, all pirates CAN be killed and cannot come back to life during the fight. Remember: this isn't about favorites, this is about fighting power. Deathmatch masterpost Here.]

[every-chopper]

[cebwrites]

he’s sweet like candy in my veins

a/n: i live!! for those still around i’ve been getting by slowly and posting art when i can but for the most part, writer’s block is nasty-- i won’t make any promises for when i’ll be post again but for now i gift you this, thank you for your patience with me ┗( T﹏T )┛

(I watched that one filler ep about curry with a friend and that part where the kid talks about the All Blue was super sweet/that’s what inspired me to write this so here we are ><)

ZoSan | oc x canon (Lawrin) | he/they law word count: 0.5k

Morning rays shine pleasantly through the clouds and waters lap against the bay where four pirate ships dock, bobbing languidly with the waves. Each crew’s hustle and bustle within their own and amongst each other is amiable as they prepare to leave the Land of Samurai and the strife it caused behind.

Hard feelings are pushed to the wayside for now but everyone knew the alliance would be over once they were out on open sees again.

Sanji instructs his (marimo) mule where to put heavy crates of provisions needed for the fraught journeys to come, bickering idly with every other complaint Zoro throws his way at being bossed around. Not too far away he can hear Usopp spin his typical grand yarns to a handful of Heart pirates as he’s doing his share of lifting. The older members don’t look like they’re entirely buying his schtick but seem to be content enough to let the kid entertain himself.

Somewhere out of view but well within earshot Sanji picks up on Luffy and Kidd getting into another benign screaming match about Emperors and Pirate Kings.

He smiles.

It lingers as Sanji makes a motion at Zoro to signal he’s going for a smoke break, pecking the swordsman’s cheek as he makes his way up the stairs but doesn’t miss the way Zoro’s hand takes its time sliding off the small of his back. The squeeze in his ribcage doesn’t betray what should be a relaxed, collected if not passive expression.

One... that doesn’t fool the captain resting on the railing he chooses to lean against. At all.  Sanji’s fortunately spared from whatever teasing remarks he caught swirling in the older man’s eye in lieu of what he has to say, however,

“I heard you’re looking for the All Blue, Blackleg.”

That brief flutter from casual affection with his partner at once flickers again and spreads as far as his finger tips. Playing it cool, Sanji busies himself with lighting a cigarette instead of looking at the man head on.

“Yeah, you interested in it too?”

“Nah, but I know it’s out there - Shacchan wants to find it for his dream, right?” 

Kirin leans over to smile at his partner on the deck of their ship-- submarine, barking orders but looking up to give a non-committal wave at his partner’s query.

Sanji’s gaze follows their interactions curiously, immediately noting how the pirate closer to him effortlessly lightens up around Law, the way no matter how busy the latter is, always manages to find time to pay Kirin the attention needed to answer a question or simply look over in approval. 

It’s a warm, playful kind of magnetism they have about each other that’d surely get groans from their less than friendly peers. Sanji suspects they were the cause of Kidd’s gagging noises and exaggerated hand motions earlier from the captain’s discussion table. His eyes drift to movements of green on the lower decks - not just the Sunny’s grass dancing with morning winds, either.

“You’ve got more than one dream too I see, looks like you’re already living this one, though.”

Caught red-handed this time, Sanji can only huff when Kirin’s laugh echoes charming and bright. 

For a brief moment he thinks he can see a spotted cap on the deck below pausing to enjoy the sound, too.

[benevolentcannibal]

i really be going back and looking at my own art and clapping

[arkive78]

ThIS WAS SO FUNNY AND CUTE

Also very on brand for all of them like you captured their reactions so well! I cackled at Ace’s and Sabo’s

OP characters reacting to you kissing them and running away (here's part 2) established relationship ish. Feel free to ask for other characters.

ALSO I've definitely seen another creator who did this idea with op characters but I can't remember who so if someone could tell me I would really love to credit them :(. I tried to make mine different but still it's the principal of it.

Slightly suggestive in some parts so mdni.

Luffy

Thinks its a new game like tag but with kisses and it ends up actually becoming one. You'll both wait for the other to become distracted and then you'll strike, planting a kiss and sprinting off around the ship or the island you're docked at. It's not hard to chase after each other because the trails of laughter are so easy to follow and it always ends up with one of you on the floor from a tackle or something similar.

Zoro

Gobsmacked. Genuinely his jaw drops especially if there's other people there and you get away so easily only because of how long it takes his brain to boot back online. Oh but he doesn't let it go. He waits until you're in a similar situation, either talking to someone or doing work and he sneaks up to pull you into a deep, intense kiss that leaves your knees weak. Like he fully puts the moves on you, hand on your lower back, other hand cradling your jaw, hes literally licking into your mouth and then he just disappears for the rest of the day. Asshole.

Sanji

You are not running away from this man. Not in a scary way but he can't do just one short kiss, as soon as you're leaning in his hands settle firm on your hips and that grip is not something you can wiggle out of. You can try to run away but he just laughs at you and pulls you closer to him, ofc he would let go if you actually wanted him to but he knows what you're trying to pull. Says something like "Oh? Trying to run darlin? How sweet." swoon- Just don't even bother, he will always try to win if your affection is involved.

Nami

Honestly thinks nothing of it. A lot of your affection is sweet but quick because yk pirate life. But if you look disappointed from her lack of reaction then she catches on quickly and starts playing along. So sweet even though she can be scary. Oh but don't try to run if she's initiating, like Sanji you aren't going to get out of her grip. If she wants to shower you with affection, she is going to thank you very much. If you do manage to slip away she's surprisingly quick and surprisingly stealthy. Like you'll think you got away and you walk into a room and she drops down from the ceiling like fucking batman.

(maybe not that dramatic but shes good)

Robin

She lets you run away but only because she knows she could summon a mouth to kiss you at any time and in any place so she's content knowing she always wins. Also thinks it's really cute when you try to rile her up like this, she just finds it so endearing and usually ends up playing into it anyways- "My, my, aren't you getting so bold my love". Sometimes will purposefully trip you up while you're doing these antics so you can't get away or so your plan is ruined, absolutely pretends she has no idea what you're talking about.

Usopp

Highly likely he was doing something when it happened. Highly likely he dropped something onto his foot as a result. Yowls like an injured cat and then when his brain catches up it's like steam comes out of his ears. Stands there with his mouth open and pointing at you like you betrayed his entire family. Very funny and very cute. Also a possibility of him smacking you out of fearful instinct in which case he'd probably cry his eyes out and beg for forgiveness. Nami makes it worse by punching him in the face for hitting you. A mess all around if you get him at the wrong time so just be careful.

Ace

Immediately sprinting after you, it's actually a bit scary. But like hey he's not letting you get away with just one measly little peck on the cheek. Absolutely nobody on the crew helps you unless it would be funny, i.e. someone tripping Ace up so he faceplants. If it's near the beginning of your relationship then you likely go back out of concern which he takes as a chance to catch you, but if it's later then you already know this man's antics and you know he wouldn't be injured just from tripping so you use it as an opportunity to get away💪. You still have to kiss it better later though when hes whining to you about how cruel you are for leaving him in the dust(he would do the same).

Izou

Don't bother. As soon as you turn he snatches you by the back of your collar and pulls you onto his lap, proceeds to resume his conversation like nothing is wrong but his arms are firm around your waist and his cheeks and ears are a particularly pretty shade of red. Once his conversation is over and the other person has left, he turns his attention to you with a very pointed look. He's not actually irritated but if he enjoys watching you squirm that's his business. "If you wanted a kiss you should've just asked my love" and then he's practically devouring your mouth. Doesn't care about the other people in the vicinity. Doesn't care that he's smudging his lipstick. Just wants to fluster you more than you flustered him.

Marco

Do you even want to run away from this man lets be real- anyways.

If he's doing work then he just laughs and lets you get away with it, tallys it in his head for later, but if he's free and hes in a good mood then he absolutely plays into it. Will chase after you. Will cheat by using his powers. Its a bit scary but also very attractive, somehow ends with him pinning you in some way (☺️), looks very smug when he wins. Like you'll end up flat on your back, legs trapped under his and his hands restraining yours and he's just grinning- "Oh what a surprise. You were so easy to catch-yoi" Yeah yeah shut up. Absolutely asks what his reward is just to see your shocked face (absolutely asks again later when you two are alone).

Sabo

VILLAIN!!!!!! Sorry only way i can describe how devious and obsessed this man would be. Like Izou he tries to snatch you immediately but you planned for this so you manage to spring out of his grip in time. You falter a bit at his reaction then because he just blinks at you for a while. You start to feel a bit nervous and when he finally grins at you, you definitely feel nervous. "Playing like that are we honey? How about I give you a headstart then?" Evil. You know he's going to catch you. He knows he's going to catch you. He's just giving you false hope but yk hope is hope so you take the chance.

You don't get far. It's not even fair how quickly he catches up to you and gets you underneath him, it takes him barely any effort, not even a strand of hair is out of place. Spends the next 10 minutes kissing you on the floor of the hallway until Koala comes back and promptly drags him back into his office.

[thrillersbark]

. ⋆⊹♡⊹∿

[likethelastwoman]

I just want to take this opportuny to share my favourite AMV ever

(not mine!!!)

[cozage]

I love your work and how you write story's, I just want ask, Zoro and Sanji's confession? They could be separated or together I'm not picky! You can choose the story btw, Sanij feels like a malewife finna be honest

Confession

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Characters: g/n reader x Sanji, Zoro Cw: post battle for Zoro but nothing crazy Total word count: 460

Zoro

“That was sloppy!” Zoro scolded, storming over to you. 

“I got it done, didn’t I?” you snapped back. Zoro would be the only person to critique you after you had just taken down five men single-handedly. 

“And you’ll get yourself killed in the future if you do it like that again!” He sheathed his swords and offered his hand to you. 

“Oh yeah? And what do you care if I live or die?” You stood up without taking his hand, staring daggers at him. 

“I care.” 

You scoffed, turning around and heading back to the ship. “You have a funny way of showing it.”

“Hey!” Zoro’s hand gripped your wrist and pulled you back to him. “I care. A lot.”

You were so close to him, you could feel his ragged breath steamy against your skin. His fingers ghosted across your arms, sending shivers down your back. Your own breath caught in your throat, electricity humming through your veins. 

His eyes fixated on your lips. “I just don’t always know how to show it.”

You wanted to ask him what he meant, but you were frozen in the moment. Waiting for him to make a move.

His fingers moved up your arms and danced along your jawline, cupping your cheeks and anchoring you to him. Then his lips pressed firmly against yours, and your entire world flipped upside down as he kissed you with everything he had. 

Sanji

Sanji had confessed his love for you every day since you met him. It never felt real, especially considering he would go tell every other girl the exact same thing the moment you left his frame of view. 

But then Sanji stopped saying it to other girls. He only reserved his sweet talk for you, Nami, and Robin. And even then, he was always sweeter with you than with the others. 

“What’s going on with you?” you asked, walking into the kitchen. “Why did you make me this chocolate heart? Nami and Robin said they didn’t get one?”

“I told you, my love,” Sanji cooed, looking at the heart in your hands. “I’ve given you my heart!”

“Right.” You rolled your eyes, but your heart beat faster in your chest. “I bet you say that to every girl you see.”

“I used to,” he admitted. “But I haven’t said it to another soul in the past 42 days.”

“Really?” you scoffed. “And why’s that?”

“Because 42 days ago is when I realized it.” Sanji took a step closer to you, and your breath caught in your throat as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s when I realized I loved you with all my heart. And you’re the only one for me, now.”

[invizz]

little snooji dress up 🥹💛

[rea-grimm]

When you're cold - Luffy, Sanji, Zoro

Dragon Luffy

If you tell him you're cold, he won't offer you his vest and will just hug you and warm you up with his little wings. Luffy's like a little heater.

Other times, he can turn into a dragon, where he's much bigger than you and he wraps himself around you and warms you with his wings, keeping you warm on all sides.

Corpse groom cook Sanij

Sanji would do anything to keep you warm.

For example, when you're on the boat and you mention you're cold, he'll immediately give you his jacket as a base and take you to the kitchen where it's always warmer. Plus, he'll wrap you in a blanket to make sure the cold doesn't get to you.

But it doesn't stop there. Sanji prepares you a cup of warm tea and a bowl of soup that he has been cooking for at least a day, especially for you and Nami and Robin.

After that, he'll make sure you're warm and hug you through the blankets.

He's sure his touch is cold compared to the others, other crew members who can compete with the heating. You don't mind though, you love his little touches that remind you of snowflakes.

Tiger Zoro

You always try to look strong and when you're cold, you'd rather shiver in silence until you reach warmth, at least in front of Zoro.

You were out with Zoro and you were cold. You were shivering, but you didn't want to look weak.

"Hey, stop," he said to you out of the blue. You didn't really want to stand still since it was still freezing. You were about to ask what was wrong when you noticed Zoro taking off his coat.

"Next time, tell me if you're cold. Who's supposed to listen to the chattering of teeth? Let alone if you catch a cold because of it," he said as if it was the biggest annoyance in the world and threw his coat over your shoulders. It was nice and warm and you snuggled into it more.

"Thank you," you thanked him. You were about to ask what he did to keep me from being cold for you when he shifted into his hybrid form and green fur sprouted on his body.

"One day I'll be the best swordsman in the world. Something like the cold won't stop me," he said determinedly when he noticed your look.

After an hour, a snowstorm appeared and you had to take cover. You built a fire and Zoro hugged you from behind to make sure you were warm. You fell asleep like that.

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