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#Sanji/Zoro
somnas-writes · 7 hours
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Zosan as the couple who can’t take anything romantic seriously.
Zoro tries flirting and being smooth, mimicking the shit he sees sanji and sanji actually fucking loses it. He laughs so hard he falls to his knees and sobs.
Zoros embarrassed as shit but he also starts laughing because of how absurd what he said was.
They sit in the kitchen laughing so hard it gets difficult to breathe, chopper actually gets worried by how red they’re turning.
When finally they come down from the laughters, sanji mimicks Zoro and they start all over again
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slashersthehorror · 6 months
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theretr0skeleton · 4 months
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40yr old x 19yr old trend aha, where they meet their younger partner. Kept seeing them everywhere on twitter its so cute! 😅
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summershouto · 10 months
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based on these historic instagram translations:
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breezepeltwow · 7 months
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Sanji definitely has a service kink.
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pancakey-haley · 1 month
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I was super lucky to have a go at @newscoozines Soulmate zine!
I've never done a zine before. So I'm very nervous! Here are my pieces!
Please do go check it out! There are SO many amazing people who worked on this! I promise it's fantastic!
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sylustration · 1 year
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"...Stay Here for a second"
Only thinking about the comfort Zoro has when sanji's around
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invizz · 6 months
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my precious boys 🥹
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winchester101 · 4 months
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DO YOU LIKE SANZO🫵
@greenhousework and myself (@_whoah on Twitter) are running a sanzo prompt meme to bring in the new year!
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Sign ups and more info here!
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chenelle-solily · 3 months
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Today was a Bad Day (Sanji/Zoro WIP)
A/N: Here's a sneak peek to a Sanji/Zoro one shot I'm working on! It'll be done sometime this week.
CW: Mild angst and references to PTSD
Summary: Even after Whole Cake Island and finally scorning his Vinsmoke name, Sanji still has bad days. Today was one of them. Unluckily, Zoro appears at the worst moment.
Most days were good days. Today was a good day. Sanji slept all night, not being woken up by Usopp’s snores and Luffy didn’t sneak into his bed. He didn’t have any nightmares, which was rare. Breakfast was especially delicious, the fish grilled perfectly and the mangos gathered from a deserted island made a sauce that was both tangy and sweet, neither flavor overwhelming the other. Nami was as stunning as always, and Robin was just as beautiful. Even the weather was good as if God wanted Sanji to have a perfect day. He deserved it too, Sanji selfishly thought. After so many endless terrible days, he thought one or two good ones wouldn’t hurt. 
But maybe it was because today was such a good day that when things became bad, it really became bad. It was like dropping straight from heaven to hell. One minute, everything was amazing, then the next, nothing was okay. There was no particular reason either. Most of the time, Sanji could point out the moment his mood shifts. Sometimes he would be in a dark room that felt a little bit too close to a prison, or maybe he would see a man that looked like Judge. But there was nothing like that today. 
Sanji was preparing dinner in the kitchen, a cigarette sitting in his mouth, excited about Nami and Robin’s reactions to his new creation of fried octopus soaked in mango and tangerine juice when an avalanche hit him. Everything turned dark and suffocating. His body went cold, but sweat swelled on his hands. He couldn’t move, the knife hovering over a tentacle, as if time stopped. Any happy thought smothered away, allowing all those memories to rise and swell until they filled his body to the brim, searching for a way to burst out. 
Most days were good days. Today wasn’t a good day. 
Because Sanji was the crew’s chef, and because didn’t want anyone to know that he was one bad moment away from breaking down, he finished the meal, told the crew it was ready, and then made a probable excuse to hide himself away in the men’s quarters. He didn’t want to be alone, especially not in a small, cramped room, dimly lit by overhanging lights. It was far too close to the prison he grew up in. Even the horizontal wooden boards on the wall were starting to look like metal bars, and the ocean smell seeping in could’ve been mistaken for damp stone. But it was better than the alternative: the crew being burdened by him. 
Sanji sat on the sofa, head in hands, fingers running through his hair. He bit his lip and tried to calm himself down. He took deep breaths, pushing the memories further into the back of his mind, but that only seemed to make him sink further into the darkness. Soon, he was left alone with no light, and nothing but the memories of when he was a kid. Those days in that prison, forced to wear that itchy, cold mask stretched endlessly across his eyes. They consumed any other memory. His mom, those times Reiju would visit him, Zeff, and the crew: all of it was toppled by years of sitting on cold, hard stone. 
The door creaked open and a sliver of light rushed into the dim room, making it seem much more alive. “Oh, it’s you,” Zoro said. He stood in the doorway, his strong silhouette outlined by the light, the green of his coat like the leaves of a ginkgo tree. 
Sanji glanced up, irritation growing in him. A bad day could only become even worse with such an annoying presence.
“What’s that mean?” Sanji said, trying to pretend as if everything was normal and that he wasn’t being drowned by his past.
Zoro took a step forward, his boot heavy against the wood. “Nothing.”
“What are you doing here?” Sanji wanted Zoro to leave, and fast. Zoro would only mock him for still not getting over his past even though it had been years.  He would make fun of Sanji’s weakness. 
“It’s the men’s quarters, not Sanji’s quarters, last I checked.” Zoro walked to his locker and dug through it, pulling out a bottle of sake.
“Why aren’t you at dinner?” Sanji could feel irritation build up in him. There was no reason for it, but it still grew nonetheless, only worsened by Zoro’s presence.
“I wasn’t that hungry.”
“So you just left your food to waste?” Everything was suffocating again, and Sanji couldn’t breathe. He inhaled, felt the oxygen rush up his nose and inflate his lungs, then just as quickly deflate as carbon dioxide rushed out, but he wasn’t breathing.
Zoro glanced at him. “Don’t worry, I gave my portion to Luffy.”
“That’s not the point!” Sanji jumped to his feet. “Do you know how many people would’ve killed for a meal like that, and you just left it!”
It hurt. It so fucking much that Sanji didn’t know what else to do but yell and hope his pain would be carried out by his voice.  
“Relax,” Zoro said, though his voice was oddly quiet.
“Don’t you dare fucking tell me to relax! I—” Sanji’s voice choked as tears burned his eyes. He turned around, hoping Zoro didn’t see, trying his best to keep them from bursting out.
“What’s wrong with you today?” Sanji didn’t respond. He closed his eyes, hoping they’d seal away his tears forever, and he hoped that if he closed them hard enough, those memories would, too, forever be locked away. But when he opened them, tears fell down his face and those memories became all he could think of.
“Didn’t you hear what I—Shit, are… are you crying?” Zoro walked in front of Sanji, staring at him with a face that Sanji had never seen before. He looked almost concerned.
Sanji wiped his face and looked away. “No! I—” But he couldn’t get any further with his throat being blocked off by his tears.
“Fuck. Look. I’m sorry, okay?” Zoro said, panicked. “I’ll go back upstairs right now and eat dinner, so… so don’t cry.”
Sanji was so shocked that the tears stopped. “Are you an idiot?” Sanji rubbed his eyes with his sleeve. “You know what, I already know the answer. Just go upstairs and eat.”
But Zoro didn’t move. He stared at Sanji with that same, concerned look, which made him suddenly aware that he just cried in front of Zoro, of all people. Embarrassment rose inside of him, and shame quickly mixed in with all of the other negative emotions like the most fucked up smoothie ever. 
Sanji took a deep breath, hoping he could keep his voice steady. “Get out of here already.” Zoro made no attempt to move. “What’s wrong?” The moment of shock was washing away, allowing the memories to flood in again, this time much louder. It was as if Sanji was back in the prison again, his tears irritating his face just as the metal mask did, the distant sound of the ocean just like the one he’d used to hear as the Germa Kingdom moved from one ocean to the next.
“Nothing.”
“You’re shaking.”
Sanji gripped his arm, not even aware he was trembling. “It’s nothing, really.”
Zoro stared at Sanji for a second longer, before plopping himself onto the couch. “Fine. It’s nothing.” Zoro unscrewed the cap to the sake, took a long sip, then held it out for Sanji. “Want a drink?”
Sanji wanted to say, “I’d rather be alone,” but it was a lie, and at that moment, he couldn’t muster the power to lie, so he grabbed the bottle from Zoro, drank the burning, gross liquid, and sat. Neither of them spoke as they passed the bottle between each other. In the distance, they could hear the rest of the crew during their rambunctious dinner, Luffy’s laughter floating above the rest of the voices. It was comforting, far from the silence of the prison.
“They’re loud,” Zoro said, then took a drink of sake.
“It’s not too bad. I don’t mind it.”
“I never said it was bad. Just that they’re loud.” Zoro handed the bottle to Sanji. He grabbed it, his hand accidentally wrapping around Zoro’s. It was surprisingly warm, far different from the cold air. Far different from the cold stone of his prison.
Sanji quickly yanked his hand back. “Sorry,” he muttered, feeling strangely embarrassed. 
Zoro stared at Sanji, a gray eye locking onto blue ones. Sanji prepared for him to yell at him or say something about touching him, and Sanji tried to quickly think or a retort, maybe something about not wanting to touch such rough, calloused hands, or that he was too warm, like a fire, but none was needed, because what Zoro said was so completely unexpected that Sanji couldn’t even comprehend a response.
“Your eyes are really pretty when you cry,” Zoro said. Sanji stared at him blankly, which caused red to sprout on Zoro’s cheekbones, the color of autumn leaves. It was cute, or it would’ve been if it was on a woman, and not Zoro. “I just, I mean, the red made your eyes really pop, is all. Nothing but an observation.”
His sudden fluster made Sanji nervous. “I-I know what you mean.”
And that's all I have for now ;-; I plan to post sometime this week, hopefully Friday (1/5). It is a planned smut, and ofc, a bottom Zoro fic.
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fivedayslater · 7 months
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Part 26: Nami and Law
Dinner and a Murder: A Mr. Prince Mystery Masterpost
“It was you!” Sanji says as he turns and points dramatically at Law, “You killed Nami, and Nami killed Ace!”
Law’s eyes go wide, but he covers it up with a laugh, “Are you serious right now?”
“Dead serious,” he says as he knocks some ash off his cigarette, “It could only have been you.”
He laughs again, more bitter and condescending this time, “And how do you figure that?”
“You gave yourself away,” Sanji says as he takes another hit from his cigarette, “when you said you heard Zoro enter the lounge.”
“You think?” He smirks, “And, how’s that?”
“Luffy said he was near the lounge during the blackout,” he explains, “that he was close enough to the door to hear Nami inside. If you were listening so well that you were positive you heard Zoro, why then didn’t you hear Luffy or Nami?”
“Nami was never in the lounge,” Law leans back in his seat, “Luffy must be lying.”
“I’m not lying!” Luffy growls as he turns to Law.
“Relax,” Zoro says, pulling him back, “Let Sanji handle this.”
He gives Sanji a confident grin, which Sanji returns as he shifts his focus back to Law.
Law raises a brow, “It’s my word against his, so what makes him more trustworthy than me?”
“Because we have evidence Nami was in the lounge after the blackout, but only your word that Zoro was,” he gestures to the bracelet, “And why would Luffy lie about being near the scene of the crime so close to the time of the murder? It just makes him look suspicious. He gains nothing from that.”
“And what pray tell do I have to gain by saying Zoro did it?” He says as he crosses his arms in front of him.
“Simple,” Sanji shrugs, “If Nami didn’t kill Ace, you have a weaker motive against killing her. If she did kill Ace, if she wasn’t in the hall with you during the blackout but you were close enough to the lounge to hear everything, then your motive is clear.”
“And that is?” He shakes his head and laughs, “What logic are you running on, Mr. Prince?”
“If you were close enough to the lounge to hear who was coming and going like you claim, you should have heard what happened. So why not tell me once we found Ace’s body?” He pauses to take a drag from his cigarette, “You kept that secret, because you were planning on using it to blackmail Nami into lowering your debt.”
“This is absurd-”
“No,” Sanji slams a hand on the table, “This is the only thing that makes sense.”
He gestures at the evidence, “You heard Nami enter the lounge, you heard her arguing with Ace. Maybe you didn’t hear the whole murder, but you at least knew she moved Ace’s body. Instead of telling me you kept it a secret, let Nami know you knew she wasn’t in the hall like she said she was, and waited for her to come to you after we split up. She came through the secret passage from the kitchen after she ditched Luffy. When you tried to blackmail her with your knowledge of the murder, she refused. You killed her with the candlestick she stole from the lounge, then brought her back to the kitchen, stashed the candlestick, and disposed of the knife in the dining room.”
He points his cigarette at him, “Law, you killed Nami in the study with the candlestick, after Nami killed Ace in the lounge with the knife.”
“A lot of words and accusations there, Mr. Prince,” Law says with a huff, “But where’s the proof?”
Sanji takes a hit of his cigarette as he mulls it over. If he had time to do blood tests and look for fingerprints, he could easily, but he didn’t have the time or the resources. 
He needs the final piece, the one that will prove his theory once and for all.
He glances over at Zoro, who looks back, a fierce determination in his gaze, but there’s something else there. A look of certainty, like he knows Sanji can do this.
Sanji can’t disappoint Zoro, he won’t. He has to come up with something.
And then, it clicks, the last piece of the puzzle falling into place.
“The phone,” he says as he turns back to Law, “Ace and Nami both received texts just before the blackout, but neither of their phones have been found. If I’m right, Nami would have been the one to text Ace to meet her in the lounge.”
“But we haven’t found Ace’s phone,” Zoro reminds him with a frown, “If you’re right, Nami would have gotten rid of it.”
“Yes, but there wasn’t nearly as much time with Nami’s murder. The murderer only had time to stash the candlestick in a nearby drawer,” he says, his gaze narrowing on Law, “So whoever killed her must still have her phone.”
“This is ridiculous,” Law shakes his head. 
“Then prove it,” he points his cigarette at him, “Empty your pockets! Prove you don’t have her phone!”
Law growls, but reaches into his pockets, pulling out a single phone and a pager and slamming them on the table. 
“There are you happy?” He snarls, “That’s all I have, my pager for work, and my own phone. Are you done with your wild theories yet, Mr. Prince?”
Sanji frowns as he stares at them. He was so sure he’d been right, where was his misstep?
Just then a delicate, flowery tune comes from Law’s jacket. 
“That’s Nami’s ringtone for me,” Zoro says with a fierce glare. His phone is out, his screen turned towards Sanji so he can see that he’s calling Nami, “So maybe give the nice detective her phone now.”
The color drains from Law’s face, his shoulders slump in defeat as he reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out another phone. 
Sanji takes it as Zoro ends the call, and opens it to her last message to Ace, sent just before the blackout: 
Nami: If you want to talk, fine. Meet me in the lounge, I’ll be right behind you. 
And just seconds after, a text to herself, with nothing but keysmashes. 
“This proves it,” Sanji says as he shows everyone the texts, “Nami called Ace to the lounge, then sent herself a text to cover her tracks. She and Ace argued, and she killed him with Zoro’s knife, which she’d taken earlier that evening. You saw part of this, tried to blackmail her, and then killed her.” 
He shakes the phone, “The fact that you had her phone proves it!”
“You’re right,” he sighs, completely defeated, “It’s just as you said. I heard Nami and Ace in the lounge when I was in the hall. They were arguing about her connection to Blackbeard, and it had escalated just as the power went out, so I stuck around.” He shakes his head, “I didn't know she’d killed Ace until we found his body. I’d just heard Nami leave the lounge with something and go back.”
“Thus the blackmail note,” Zoro grunts, “Or the start of one anyway.” 
“That was from earlier,” he frowns as his eyes land on it, “You were right, my debt was getting too out of hand, and Nami was demanding more and more quicker and quicker. I had to get out under her thumb anyway that I could. I’d planned on threatening to tell Ace about her work with Blackbeard if she didn’t lighten up.”
“But,” Sanji gestures at the letter, “Ace found out first.”
“Exactly,” he leans forward, holding his head in his hands, “I thought holding Ace’s murder over her head would be more effective, so I kept it to myself.” He looks up at Sanji, his eyes glistening with regret, “Considering how everything turned out, I regret that now. I never meant for Nami to die.”
Sanji takes another hit from his cigarette, “So, what happened when she confronted you later?”
“She came through the secret passage, like you said,” he sighs as he leans back, staring at the ceiling, “She asked how much I knew, and I said all of it. I said I’d keep quiet if she reduced the debt, but she refused. Said she was in too deep with Blackbeard and the secrets I was giving her were her only way out.”
He glances back at Sanji, “She drew the knife on me, said if she’d killed Ace, how was I so sure she wouldn’t kill me too.”
“You didn’t think it would’ve come to that?” Sanji asks.
“I had brought the rope from the conservatory, just in case I needed to restrain her,” he growls and glances away, “But she attacked suddenly, and it wasn’t much use. The candlestick had fallen out of her purse, so I grabbed it and…” he grits his teeth and buried his face in his hands, “I didn’t mean to kill her, I swear, I just wanted her to back off, but I hit her head instead of her arm, and…”
“You of all people should know how fragile the human body is,” Zoro says. 
“I know,” Law shakes his head and looks up again, “Before I could leave the study, I heard you two and Luffy talking outside. I panicked, and took Nami back through the secret passage. I left her, the candlestick, and the rope in the kitchen to cover my tracks, and tossed the knife in the dining room. Then I went back to the study and waited for someone else to find her body.”
“Why didn’t you tell someone?” Luffy asks, his hands balled into fists in his lap, “Me or Ace or anyone? We would’ve helped you.”
“You’ve already done so much for me,” Law covers his eyes, “I didn’t want to take advantage of your kindness more than I already have. I thought I could handle this myself…” he shakes his head, offering Luffy a frustrated look, “But Blackbeard is much worse than Doflamingo ever was.”
Tears form in Luffy’s eyes as he looks away.
Sanji glances at Zoro and Usopp, but they look just as confused by this as Sanji feels.
There’s clearly more to this story but, just this once, Sanji lets them keep that secret between them.
“You still should’ve come to Sanji tonight,” Zoro says, “Or at the very least, not lied to him and said I’d done it.”
“I am sorry about that,” his gaze turns to Zoro, and he does at least look apologetic, “By the time he’d come to talk to me, I was in too deep. I figured if I pointed him in your direction, there was a chance he’d drop the whole thing completely.”
Sanji’s frowns, “Why’d you think that?”
Law raises a brow at him, “Really? It’s pretty obvious you’ve grown fond of him. If there was a chance out of this, that was it.”
Sanji blushes as he glances at Luffy. Are his feelings for Zoro that obvious? He is fond of him, sure, but he’s not even sure what he’s feeling himself, if that fondness translates to love. But for Law to not only notice his affections but try to use that against him…
“Well shows how much you know,” Zoro scoffs as he crosses his arms, “Sanji’s a great detective. He wouldn’t let that stop him from finding the truth.”
Sanji flushes more at the praise, if that’s possible.
“I suppose you’re right,” Law says with a sigh, “This got out of hand, and it’s all my fault.”
He glances around the room, “For whatever it’s worth, I am sorry. I didn’t mean for any of this to go so far.”
Bon-Chan bursts through the door just then, seeking Sanji as they say, “The police are here. Did you find the killer? Should I show them in?”
Sanji glances at Law.
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somnas-writes · 7 days
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Zoro and sanji as duo are special because they don’t act that way with another else.
Sanji prides himself on having manners, He isn’t needlessly rude. He plays the role of sensible and kind cook anywhere else. Zoro doesn’t engage in petty fights, he has deeply ingrates discipline. He plays the role of dependable and stout swordsman.
But they fight each other like cats and dogs, sanji disregards all manners and zoro lets go of his honor-based discipline— JUST SO THEY CAN FIGHT.
Zoro doesn’t let disrespect slide, but sanji can insult him everyday with out major consequences.
that’s why their dynamic is so good, and why almost any zosan interpretation works. They act their age together!!! They’re 21 year olds, they act as stupid as they really are. Best friends, pseudo brothers, husbands, pinning losers— it all works!! I love zosan!!!
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slashersthehorror · 5 months
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🐱 Cat Roronoa Zoro Cuties 🐱
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theretr0skeleton · 2 months
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This au has me in a chokehold man aha check out @k__r__xx on twitter who came up with the au!!
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shade9o9 · 9 months
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Darling, won't you say yes? - Shade9 - One Piece (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]
Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M, M/M
Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga)
Relationships: Roronoa Zoro/Vinsmoke Sanji, Franky/Nico Robin
Characters: Roronoa Zoro, Vinsmoke Sanji, Monkey D. Luffy, Nami (One Piece), Usopp (One Piece), Franky (One Piece), Nico Robin, Brook (One Piece), Jinbei (One Piece), "Foxfire" Kin'emon, Tony Tony Chopper
Additional Tags: Getting Together, First Kiss, Marriage Proposal, accidently engaged, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Angst, One Shot, no beta we die like portgas d ace
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breezepeltwow · 7 months
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Out of context Zosan//Sanzo DJ screenshots lmao
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