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swirlymarimo · 2 months

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Zoro sits silently at the otherwise empty kitchen table, his head nestled against his palm as he watches their ships cook flit around, preparing breakfast for the crew. It's early. Too damn early if you ask him, the sun is barely just rising over the horizon. Its light is soft and golden, pouring in from the window on the adjacent wall.

He had been sitting alone in the crows nest, finishing up his nights watch when he had heard the familiar squeak of the galley door. After finishing the last of his push-ups he grabbed the towel from the bar on the wall and wiped the sweat from bis brow. "I should probably shower." He spoke into the deafening silence. Sanji would want nothing to do with him if he waltzed into the kitchen in his present state.

With the cook up and about, he decided it's fine to end his watch and move to the bathroom to freshen up. It won't take long, things would be okay with ten or so minutes of loose supervision.

Now here he sits, clean and refreshed watching the love of his life be the most obnoxious type of morning person there was. How someone can be this full of energy before the world was even awake will never makes sense to him. Right now he seems to be humming some old shanty while he tossses ingredients into a large mixing bowl.

He looks beautiful in the early morning light. The golden sunlight is casting a halo that makes him practically glow like treasure. Not to mention how cute and domestic he looks in his stupid pink apron.

"Need some help?"

He just can't shake the pull of soul wanting to be closer to the man at the counter. He was breathtaking. Zoro wants to burn this image into his mind.

Without even turning to spare him a glance, Sanji answers, "No, I'm alright. I don't have much to do."

"You were just saying yesterday I need to help out around the ship more." Zoro knows the comment was merely an excuse to bicker at the time when it was said, but now perhaps it can be his excuse to be closer. He really means to say "I just want to be domestic with you." But he's certain the cook can read between the lines and understand that he just wants to do something simple in each others company.

Sanji humors him this time, turning and placing one hand on his hip. "Do you even know how to do anything in a kitchen?" He asks.

In all honesty, no, he does not. So he makes his best offer, "I can do the dishes you're making. Dry them and put them away too. Or I can help you cut stuff. Kind of my thing isn't it?"

Zoro tried to joke, but Sanji doesn't find it comedic at all.

"Please its not the same kind of cutting at all. Cutting things in the kitchen is far different in technique than weilding a katana." Sanji now turns back to his station and adds the batter he's made to the waiting skillet on the stove. It sizzles for a moment as it hits the hot surface.

"I can't become the greatest swordsman if I can't even master a kitchen knife. Show me. Then I can help." Zoro mentally pats himself on the back for his clever in.

His smirk falls when Sanji laughs loudly. "Are you serious? You'll take my instruction on something?"

Zoro has to brush off the small amount of annoyance he feels at being teased. Remembering his ultimate goal is to participate in some form of bonding activity he keeps at it.

"Yeah. I master a new blade. You get breakfast done a little quicker. It's a win-win."

Sanji turns again to face his lover who seems very intent on helping today. "Is this really because I said you aren't very helpful around the ship? Because I wasn't being that serious, you do plenty." He feels a little bit of guilt creep into his chest.

"No. It's not that." Zoro gives Sanji a soft look, one he reserves only for the blonde. "Look pretty cook I just want to spend some time with you before everyone gets up. That's all." Zoro confesses.

Sanji gives Zoro a look of his own. Soft eyes and a small, genuine smile.

"Okay lover boy, first things first, go wash your hands. You're not touching anything until I know you're not contaminated."

Zoro smirks in victory, a smart remark already on the back of his tongue

"Yes chef."

And Sanji rolls his eyes so hard they may just roll right out of his head, but even so, a light laugh rings into the quiet galley.

#zosan #zoro x sanji #zoro and sanji #my post #established zosan #zoro wants to help #sanjis love language is quality time #zoros love language is acts of service #mini fic #ficlet #zosan ficlet

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skribblezcorner · 3 months

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Zosan haircut time!!!!

had to write this after getting the idea from my last post lmao. I love the idea of Sanji being like "ugh you look fucking terrible" and then forcing Zoro to take care of himself. they're so stupid and gay and in love omg. beginning part is mostly Zoro and Nami but that's ok because they're wlw/mlm solidarity always!!!!

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More than anything, Zoro loves sunbathing on the Sunny's deck. Something about the warm light makes him want to melt into the wood. However, Zoro finds it very hard to enjoy the sun when it is boiling outside, and he swears he can hear his sweat sizzle when it meets the wooden flooring.

"We're going through a summer climate, just wait it out." Nami sips on her martini, laid out on a lounge chair and taking cover under an umbrella.

"Easy for you to say, you witch. You stole all the shade." While Nami's basking in the shadow of her parasol, Zoro's sprawled out on deck, sweating his fucking balls off. His whole body is damp, and he's stripped down into just a pair of loose shorts to cool off.

"Go hang out with your boyfriend in the kitchen," She says.

"He's not my boyfriend. I fucking hate you."

"The feeling's mutual, you sweaty loser."

Zoro groans, peeling himself off of the floor to sit up and comb his fingers through his shaggy hair. It's too long to stay out of the way, and it's uncomfortably wet where it sticks to his forehead. Zoro would tie it back, but it's too short for that. In short, he is suffering.

"I'm gonna die from heatstroke because of you," Zoro shakes the excess moisture from his hands.

Nami scoffs. "Stop whining, hop in the sea or something."

Zoro briefly considers this, but decides that's more effort than it's worth and tries to take a nap instead.

Zoro hears someone stroll out of the galley, and cracks his eye open to see Sanji balancing a tray of smoothies in one hand with a beach towel in the other. He's dressed down, an open Hawaiian shirt and blue shorts replacing his usual suit.

"Hello, my darling, Nami-san! I've just prepared smoothies. Would you like one?"

"Yes, Sanji-- thank you so much," She says smugly, while looking directly at Zoro. "You're a saint, You know that?"

He watches the cook hand Nami a drink from the tray, and Sanji's eyes follow her gaze to the floor where he's lying. "Oh my god, marimo. you look like -excuse my language, Nami-san- a fucking caveman."

"What are you talking about?" Zoro would pick a fight, but it's way too hot to bother.

The blonde cringes. "Your hair looks like someone ate it and then spat it back out onto your head."

"Okay, well, fuck you too then!" God, everyone's out for him today. What has Zoro ever done to deserve this?

"Ugh. Stand up, you dunce." Sanji nudges Zoro's head with a sandaled foot. "You need a haircut."

"I can give myself a haircut." Zoro nods in the direction of his swords, trying to move as little as possible.

"Are you insa- no! I'm cutting your hair, properly. Now get up."

"I don't wanna."

"I swear to god," Sanji sighs. "My dearest Nami, do you mind holding this for a bit?"

Nami peers at the two of them through her oversized sunglasses, a knowing smirk on her face as she takes the tray from Sanji's hands. "No problem."

Zoro doesn't have time to get a word in before Sanji reaches for his ear and bodily drags him all the way to the bathroom.

----- "I don't understand how you let it get this bad," The blonde lectures.

Zoro grumbles as he slouches on a stool in front of the bathroom sink, glaring at his own reflection. Sanji was partially right with his comment earlier - Zoro's hair is a damp, scraggly mess on top of his head right now. From where he is, Zoro can see the cook as he lines up all his fancy hair-cutting stuff, whispering insults under his breath. He looks kind of...domestic, out of his suit. It's the one thing Zoro appreciates whenever the Sunny passes through climates like this. "Okay, I'm going to attempt to fix this mess, and you are going to stay still," Sanji asserts as he slides into place behind Zoro. "as in, do not move."

"I know what 'stay still' means."

"Surprising. I thought you only spoke in grunts."

They both fall silent, Sanji draping a towel over Zoro's shoulders and clicking a button on the clippers in his hand. Gentle fingers push Zoro's head forward to access the strands at the nape of his neck. The whirring of the machinery and Sanji's hums every now and then are the only sounds in the cramped bathroom, and Zoro almost falls asleep to the feeling of the blond's hands in his hair.

"Hey." Sanji delivers two sharp taps to the back of Zoro's head. "Stop slouching, you're making it uneven."

"I'm so hot."

"I'm sure you are, you meathead. sit up."

Zoro begrudgingly straightens his back, getting a better view of the cook's freckled face reflected in the mirror. He always gets freckles when it's sunny out. They look like little constellations, scattered across his cheeks like that. Zoro wants to touch them so badly.

A few minutes pass, and Sanji moves to the front of his hair, taking a black comb from the counter to parse through the mess draping over Zoro's forehead. His face is scrunched in concentration, a crease between his eyebrows visible as he snips away with a pair of silver scissors. Zoro just...watches, staring intently into the other man's eyes. He's not sure if he's delirious from the heat, but is the cook's face turning red?

Sanji pauses his ministrations to frown at him. "Stop fucking looking at me. It's creepy."

"Sorry, sir." That earns him a snort and another smack to the side of his head. Zoro closes his eye (reluctantly. very reluctantly).

It feels like forever before Sanji finishes up his hair, ruffling it slightly before commanding Zoro to open his eyes.

The haircut is cropped close to his neck in the back, his overgrown sideburns shaped to follow his hairline. His hair is still a bit long on top, but it doesn't fall over his face.

Zoro's reflection looks better; neat, almost. He actually really likes it.

"It's okay, I guess." Zoro's lying through his teeth. It's fantastic, anything Sanji ever does is fantastic.

Sanji looks at him through the mirror. "Hm. Handsome little marimo." He nods in self-approval before packing up all his stuff, whisking the towel from around Zoro's shoulders to take to the laundry room.

Zoro sits there, bewildered, watching the other man maneuver around the tiny space unbothered- what?

He turns to look at Sanji as the blonde saunters out of the bathroom, definitely already busying himself with something else.

When Zoro turns back to his reflection, he doesn't fight the tiny smile that crosses his face. Sanji thinks he's Handsome.

The smile's gone just as quick as it came, replaced with a scowl as he hears a female voice giggling through the wall to his right.

"Nami, I'm going to murder you."

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Nami was eavesdropping the entire time lmfao.

Nami, to Zoro: wow so handsome!! such a handsome wittle marimo arent you so wittle?? ooga booga doo!!!

Zoro: i am not above killing lesbians. Anyway BRAND NEW HC that Sanji gets freckles when he's in the sun he's such a cutie patootie i love him.

Pre-slash Zosan domesticity fuels my soul <33333

ALSOO!!! opening up asks cuz im running out of ideas :P if you ask me for something I'll probably write it thanks

#one piece #zosan #stupid gay people #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #zosan brainrot #cat burglar nami #one piece nami #platonic zonami CANON #wlw/mlm solidarity #does this even count as a ficlet anymore #my posts are getting progressively longer with each one i write #its 4am #i haven't slept in 72 hours

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goddessofroyalty · 3 months

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So this was based on a silly joke I have in my head about hormonal birth control not working for omega!Sanji for (spoilers) reasons and him and Zoro then ending up with 3 kids on the pirate journey because they keep breaking condoms.

Anyway this is just them finally making it back to the Baratie and having to face up to Zeff about it (from Zeff’s POV)

Pairing: Zoro/Sanji

Tags: omegaverse, mpreg

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Zeff will admit he is slightly surprised at the swell in Sanji’s stomach when he showed up again as part of what seems to be the new Pirate King and crew’s Victory Tour.

It’s not that Eggplant had given him no indication of it – he had been getting more and more jittery every damn time he’d gotten in touch as the Strawhats made their various stops before reaching the Baratie. Saying how some things had happened during his travels and that he’d needed to talk to Zeff about them in person. But Zeff had assumed it was to do with his damnable family. Not that his woman-obsessed omega son had gone and got himself knocked up. By an alpha, going by the new layer of scent clinging on top of the one he remembers to be Sanji’s.

And, because wonder’s don’t fucking cease, they’ve only just gotten through their tearful hug when a little green-haired girl comes running over. Clinging to Eggplants leg and staring up at Zeff with curious, familiar, blue eyes.

“I thought you were staying on the ship Princess?” Eggplant says, brushing a hand through her hair. And Zeff is equally sure that actually Sanji told her to stay on the ship as he is that his boy was as much a pushover to his daughter as he had been any woman who had stepped foot into the Baratie before he left.

“You know she wasn’t gonna’ as soon as she found out this was your old home.” And there was the newly minted World’s Greatest Swordsman and apparently sire to Zeff’s grandkids walking in like it had been his home as well and not the place he had gotten nearly cut in half by the former owner of the title.

And, fucks sake, there was another little one resting on his hips as he does it with that same matching green hair.

“I do remember teaching you about the importance of making them wrap it,” Zeff grumbles, because going by the age of the older one the two it hadn’t been all that long after Sanji left that he had gotten himself knocked up. “I know you said you weren’t planning on getting with any alphas but I know you were still listening.”

Eggplant goes red at it before glaring at Roronoa who gives a grin back that is entirely too filthy and leaves Zeff sure that he doesn’t actually want to know.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Zeff asks more to move the topic away from his kid’s sex life before he finds out more about it than he wants to.

They had been exchanging letters and calls on and off the whole time and never once had Eggplant mentioned that he was going to be or had become a granddad in any of them.

“I did try to but I couldn’t say anything too direct in case it got intercepted,” Sanji explains, resting a protective hand over his middle while the other curls around the girl at his side.

It makes some degree of sense. Best way to keep the two, soon to be three, pups from being a target is to have nobody know they exist in the first place.

Maybe Zeff should have guessed something like this was up when Sanji had asked him how he had dealt with the stress of raising a kid in the dangerous world they lived in. But he had just assumed his boy had finally matured enough to realize how much of an antagonistic dumbass he had been at times.

“I did want to tell you though,” Sanji continues, his voice guilty.

Roronoa has moved close to his mate’s side, not touching though. Which is probably what Sanji actually wants – always had been a bit funny about any too direct an offer of comfort. Something Zeff’s probably as much to blame for as anything else in his life.

“You have no idea how many times I nearly did.”

“Probably for the best you didn’t,” Zeff says because he can’t have his kid feeling guilty for doing the smart thing. “I don’t know if I’d have been able to keep away if you did.”

Neither he nor his ship these days are made for the journey to the Grand Line. And it wouldn’t have been good for Sanji or the rest of the crew of his to have an old pirate getting underfoot while they were making names for themselves on history’s pages.

“Hell, I’m gonna’ struggle letting you sail off with my grandkids with you now. You better come visit more than you have been!” He doesn’t actually hold it against them and damn well know the reason why this is the first time he’s seen them since Sanji left to join a pirate crew. But he still missed years of his grandkids lives as a result and they had better make up for it.

#zosan #One Piece #One Piece mpreg #mpreg #zoro x sanji #one piece zosan #op zosan #One Piece omegaverse #omegaverse #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #red leg zeff #I accidently a ficlet

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syrupfog · 1 month

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AU where Sanji doesn’t understand the point of humans, really. He knows that people love them, but… they’re just so fragile. They break easily, hard to repair, and once their systems have stopped circulating, they just don’t turn back on. He doesn’t get the appeal.

He knows, has been informed, that he was born human. But it’s a ship of Theseus situation. He’s been long ago upgraded, doesn’t have those weaknesses he was born with.

Hell, his siblings were incredibly powered up, for humans, and they were still easily disposed of.

Logically, loving a human just doesn’t make sense. They’re not real the way androids are real. Their consciousness doesn’t exist as soon as they’re powered down. There’s a liminal nothingness to that. Humans are like toys. Like starter beings.

He’s had all of those thoughts hundreds of times before, as he’s watched humans die in front of him. Watched his siblings as they perished by his own hand. This has been his Truth his whole life. Humans aren’t worth thinking about because they’re just not really real.

And of course, that’s why he’s questioning his own actions now.

This human he’s seen around a few times, having washed up in a dingy little rowboat at the edge of town, telling the people something about how he’s been separated from his crew.

This human who has been working hard, exchanging manual labor for food while sleeping rough and making time to train with his ridiculous swords. Those are a weakness, at least consider guns, or fortified steel legs.

But this human, who’s been so confident he’ll be reunited with his crew, who’s been biding his time and training… Sanji had taken an interest in him.

And then Sanji had watched him die. A freak accident with machinery he’d been tasked to repair in exchange for a meal.

Everyone in town knows of Sanji. And he knows they know, knows they think he’s a little alarming. But that’s fine. They’re human.

However they perceive him, though, they don’t object when he swoops in and lifts up the green haired human, taking him away.

It’s not like he’s useful to them anyway anymore, he’s turned off and humans don’t turn back on.

But Sanji… wants this one to.

It’s ridiculous and maybe Sanji should upgrade his logic processing, but… he’s drawn to this one. Wants it back online.

His father had been a monster of a man, and the only one Sanji had taken true pleasure in shutting down. But he’d kept his father’s workshops in working order to do his own repairs as necessary, and that comes in useful now.

Sanji only knows living bodies for their food purposes. He works and studies and experiments. He takes out his nightly recharging batteries and instead gets out his old charging cord so he doesn’t have to take breaks. He knows humans are quick to recycle after being turned off, even with the best precautions taken.

He doesn’t know why, but… he wants this. He’s drawn to the man. There’s an energy about him that Sanji doesn’t remember ever seeing before, and he wants it back.

And after an intense amount of repairs and replacements and experimental flesh-and-metal welding…

He flips the switch.

The man groans.

He lifts a hand slowly to his face, squinting his eye at the light. Sanji hadn’t been able to save both of them.

He sits up, blinking as he looks around.

“Wh’ th’ fuck happened?” He mumbles.

“Greetings,” says Sanji. “I’m Sanji. Your systems failed and turned off. I turned them back on.”

The man looks down at himself. Sanji thinks he’s done a good job matching the spray paint to his skin tone.

“Swords?” The man asks.

“In the other room,” Sanji says. “I wanted to check you were fully online before returning your things to you.”

“Is that why I’m butt-ass naked?” The man asks, then shakes his head. “Whatever. Am I being held? Can I go?”

Sanji blinks. “Of course you can go,” he says. “But please let me feed you, first. Humans need sustenance.”

The man frowns. “You not human or something?” He asks. “You don’t look like a fishman or mink.”

“I’m an android,” says Sanji.

“Well that’s a fucking note,” says the man. “I’m Zoro. Thanks for… fixing me, I guess.”

Sanji smiles. “I will take you to your clothes and then food,” he says. “There has been rumor your ‘crew’ as you called them is here, although I have not validated these claims. I have been busy.”

Zoro grins, swinging his legs over the table and standing. “Perfect,” he says. “I gotta get going, then.”

Sandi frowns. “Wait,” he says. “You’re still newly upgraded. There might be bugs!”

Sanji HATES bugs.

“I’m fine,” Zoro says, then promptly stumbles.

“Like that!” Sanji screeches. He’s had years, decades to work on his own tech.

“You need to be stress tested properly!”

Zoro pinches the bridge of his nose and there’s the sound of metal groaning under his fingers. “Fine,” he says. “Then I guess you’re coming with me.”

“Pardon?” asks Sanji.

“Listen, Swirly,” Zoro says. “I have places to be and a future pirate king to serve. I don’t have time to be waiting around for hardware to fail so either you’re coming with me or I’m handing my doctor a computer repair manual.”

Sanji groans. “…Fine,” he says. “I will feed you and then I will pack up. It will take two hours.”

“You have until Luffy shows up,” Zoro says. Then amends, “You have until Luffy has eaten everything in your kitchen.”

Sanji doesn’t know this ‘Luffy’ but he takes that into his calculations. “Acceptable,” he says. “Let’s be off, then.”

And thus, the Straw Hats gain their cook, as Sanji makes it his life mission to keep his collection of humans as safe as possible. They’re so fragile, they break so easily.

Although these ones do seem hardier than most.

#zosan #ficlet #my writing #cross posted from Twitter because I like this premise I’m still thinking about it

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alaspooryorickiknewhimwell · 3 months

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A: “Would it really be so horrible to love me?”

B: “I do love you, and it’s fucking awful”

#otp #zosan #wolfstar #I’m picturing all my otps #just thinking that they are standing there dejected and broken totally convinced they are unlovable #but still being brought so low that they have to plead not even for love but just a moment to imagine a love that could be #saying all this to the one person who does love them has loved them and has suffered immensely for it needs to lock it away #for their own sake #so now one person is giving the only love they can give to someone who can’t accept it #just broken people #love #love quotes #ficlet #prose

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zoroshonkingbazonkadonkas · 17 days

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#zosan #one piece #ficlet #zosan fic

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the-winnowing-wind · 5 months

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Open to ZoSan Fic Prompts!

So drop 'em if you got 'em!

Here are my ficlets so far:

#zosan #sanzo #opla #one piece #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #zoro x sanji

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e-flo · 6 months

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ZORO'S BIRTHDAY HAVE A FICLET WEEEEE

ft. the crew and some light zosan :3

Zoro never thought much of his birthday. It was just like any other day, really, simply marking a passage of time. What did that matter when there were so many other moments that had truly changed him?

He remembered the day he met Luffy. His crazy captain turned his entire world upside down and only asked that he stay by his side in return. It started his closest friendship since Kuina. He remembered her passing, too. Two thousand and one losses followed by the biggest loss of all. He picked up both of their dreams that day and held them close in his chest ever since.

Zoro also had each day his nakama joined the crew committed to memory. The day the cook joined had the double honor of also being the day he first challenged Mihawk. He gained his largest scar, an indispensable partner, and a renewed vigor towards his life goal in one swoop. Honestly, if there were any anniversary worth celebrating, that might be it. Though the day he finally admitted his feelings to the cook would be a fair contender.

They had been arguing, then teasing, then sparring, and then finally recovering from their tussle, collapsed on the empty deck while the rest of the crew slept. It was almost funny how they had fought as quietly as possible in those sleepy pre-dawn hours, drawn together by the challenge and their unique magnetism. The sun took its time crawling over the horizon, slowly warming the grass and casting long, merging shadows behind them.

Zoro had taken the opportunity to watch the dawn kiss Sanji's skin, warming it golden-bright as the breeze trailed across his hair. The sparkle of easy waves paled in comparison to the light reflecting in his blue eye. Zoro felt an uncommon peace take over his body, inhaling the salty air, he exhaled everything that had clicked into place. “I hope I get to sit in the sun like this every day.”

Sanji smiled next to him, pulling his leg up to rest his chin on his knee. He held it in a relaxed hug, turning to offer the swordsman a wide smile so rarely directed his way. “Careful tough guy, that's a pretty romantic thing to–”

“With you.”

Sanji blinked. He opened his mouth, closed it. He blinked again. Zoro felt his face heat at the wide-eyed look but he refused to take it back. Huffing to cover his embarrassment, he turned to look back at the colors dancing over the horizon. He felt Sanji's heavy gaze slide off of him and their cozy companionship returned with surprising ease. The sun felt especially warm.

The cook eventually left their quiet morning to start breakfast and the smell of coffee lured the crew out of their bunks before long. Nami commented on him being up early, but Zoro brushed it off with a grunt as he followed her into the galley. He sat down and waited for his plate, wondering if the cook would say something.

Zoro fell into a small doze, lulled by the sounds of cooking and Nami going over her plans for the next island on the way. A plate landed in front of him with a short, “Eat up, musclehead.” Zoro opened his eyes and fought the broad grin that threatened to take over his face.

Sanji had made omurice, one of his favorite breakfast foods, smelling strongly of pearly white rice, sesame, and perfectly folded eggs. Sitting on top of the omelet was a silly little ketchup drawing of a sunrise. It was little more than a half circle with squiggly little rays coming out of it, but Zoro thought it was charmingly perfect. He glanced back up in time to see Sanji turn around, only the redness of his ears giving him away.

He quickly shoveled the eggs into his mouth before Nami could tune in and ask questions. As he ate, he resolved to corner the cook after breakfast. He had a feeling their conversation could be the start of something monumental.

So what was a simple birthday in the face of that? Just another day, nothing special.

And yet as Zoro woke from his midday nap, nestled among the mikan trees, he felt his chest fill with some warm emotion. Chopper had taken up residence on his stomach, snoring lightly as he rose and fell with Zoro's breaths. Luffy was sprawled across his legs, mouth open wide and drooling while his own feet were propped up on an unconscious Usopp.

Turning to his left, he spotted Nami reclined against the tree next to him, head tilted back into the mottled sunshine. Robin as well was reclined against Franky, a book propped open in her lap as she rubbed a hand across his fuzzy scalp. He was also passed out and drooling into the grass. Zoro could vaguely hear a deep rumble that announced Jinbei slumbering nearby along with Brook’s violin accompaniment.

A snuffle on his right announced the last figure tucked under his arm, a leg slung over his hips and just barely missing Luffy’s ribs. Sanji’s face was close, nuzzled into his shoulder. His eyes were closed, his breathing soft and even as he took a rare reprieve from his work in the galley.

Zoro couldn't help but smile. His crew was all piled around him, snoozing away under the mikan trees. Above him, he thought he heard Brook’s melody turn suspiciously to a birthday song. His thoughts were interrupted when he felt a familiar kiss hit the underside of his jaw, catching him in his quiet joy.

“Happy birthday, marimo,” Sanji whispered before he settled back down with a contended sigh. “Dinner will be ready in a half hour. Go back to sleep.”

Zoro complied with a quiet hum, closing his eyes once more. As he lay on the Sunny’s deck, surrounded by his nakama and warmed by the sun, Zoro couldn't help but think today was something worth celebrating after all.

=x END x=

#tumblr formatting Goofy i'm not dealing with it #zosan #e-floetry #fic writing #roronoa zoro #one piece #it's exactly 1000 words how Rad

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etanunu · 7 months

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Reply with 1 or 2 words

Hihi!!!

I'm trying to get back into my old writing flow and I've also been thinking of writing some One Piece fanfic, mostly ZoSan. So!!! If you reply to this with a word or two I will use that word to write a ZoSan ficlet. I doubt this will get a whole lot of traction but I'm hoping this will be a starting point to help retrain my writing brain after such a long break.

#one piece #zosan #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #fanfic #prompt asks #your contribution will help a poor writer trying her best to be accountable lol

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swirlymarimo · 10 months

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Sanji is one of the very few people that are allowed to touch his back. The other 9 are, of course, the other members of the crew, and even that took a while. He hadn't trusted Robin for quite some time, but now that's not the case. Every last one of them knew exactly how he felt about his back.

Now his preference for keeping it free of blemishes, mainly scars and injuries isn't an Achilles heel. It could happen if it was going to, someone cutting him there. He would allow his back to be harmed if there were no other choice, especially in the case of protecting his friends. If given the choice however he will always face the danger head on.

He's made a very shocking discovery as of lately, one that has him rethinking things a bit. Sanji has let slip a little secret of his. The previous night the two of them were spending some time alone, Zoro was stretched out on the long plush bench in the crows nest, baring his shirtless back as rare as that was.

He had been complaining about some pain in his lower back, likely from a new exercise he was trying. That's when Sanji offered the solution of a massage.

He'd thought about for a moment longer than he should have. If anyone should be allowed to touch him on his back, it would be Sanji who has been an intimate partner to him for a while. "Sure" He has agreed.

"Really? I expected you to say no." Sanji approaches leisurely, letting his eyes wonder across the glorious expanse of tanned, toned muscle that he adored. He never thought he'd get permission to take his time touching it. "Yeah, you know I trust you, and this pain is annoying."

Sanji seats himself in a straddled position over the back of Zoro's thighs to get a good angle. Slowly he reaches forward and allows his fingertips to ghost over the warm skin. "You better do a good job." Zoro mumbles into the cushion.

"I'm actually quite good at massage. It's just kneading dough." Sanji always falls on cooking as a reference for other mundane activities. After all, he is a cook. Zoro chuckles softly at this.

Slowly, Sanji spreads his fingers and applies gradual pressure, smiling when he hears Zoro immediately sigh. "Just the lower back?" He asks, not sure of how far he was allowed to go. "Well, that's what hurts, but if you think massaging my whole back will help, then go ahead."

Sanji decides to start in the problem area and work up from there, using his thumbs to dig into the smaller muscles as he goes in circular motions. Zoro sighs again, enjoying the relief.

Sanji works in silence for quite a while, both of the men comfortable with a lack of conversation. There are times when Sanji wonders if Zoro has fallen asleep, but then he'll touch a particularly sore spot that rouses a grumble or two.

When he gets up to the shoulders, he's so invested in watching and feeling the muscles beneath his fingers that he nearly doesn't hear it when Zoro speaks. "This feels good, maybe I'll let you do it more often."

"I told you I was good at it." There's a smug smile across his face, and although Zoro can't see it, he can tell from the tone that he's definitely grinning in victory. Sanji's fingers are slow to a stop, his work complete and his wish granted. "Thank you Curly. That feels much better." Zoro didn't use to be so verbally grateful but that's changed over the years. He's loosened up and let go of his rough exterior enough to show his soft side. Sanji chuckles, "I should be thanking you, I've always wanted to be allowed to touch this sexy back."

Deafening silence fills the room the second he realizes what he's just confessed. Zoro shifts to push his upper body up to look back at Sanji in disbelief. When he sees his face, it's red with a dark blush. Adorable as always, he thinks.

"Did you just say you think my back is sexy?"

"....So what?"

Zoro's lips stretch into a cocky smile. It always fills him with pride whenever the lady loving cook finds a part of his body attractive. "I never knew."

Sanji's blush grows even darker, and he turns his face away in an attempt to hide it. "Is it weird or something?" A wave of self-consciousness washes over him. Zoro is the only man he's ever been with, and sometimes he's not sure what's normal in a male only relationship.

"No, it's not." Zoro reassures him. "I like your neck. Alot." Perhaps a confession of his own will ease Sanji's worries. By the way his head snaps back up, he'd bet it did. "My neck?" Sanji reaches up to touch his throat, and he thinks about how many times Zoro has nipped and kissed at it. "So that's why." He rises up from his seated position and leaves the bench, heading toward the open window. He needs a cigarette after the embarrassment he's caused himself.

After that, Zoro decides to ask for massages more often, and for some reason, Sanji has been much more generous with giving him access to the pale skin of his neck.

#zosan #zoro x sanji #zoro and sanji #my post #zosan ficlet #fanfic #one-shot #headcanon #intimacy #intimacy without sex

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skribblezcorner · 3 months

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HELLO AGAIN!!1111!!!! based off of @bidisastersanji's post about Sanji not being able to sit like a normal person (its cause hes a homo). i kind of took the hc and ran w it but thats okay hee hee

Also from Law's pov bc i love him so much and i wanted to try!! hope yall enjoy!!!!!!!!&!%@^#&^(!*#^$W yeah

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Law prides himself on being a very observant person.

It seems he wasn't looking hard enough when he made the mistakes that led him here, sulking under an umbrella on the deck of Luffy's ship.

After Dressrosa, Law was never supposed to see his crew again. That plan was thrown out the window by a certain straw-hatted pirate, and now he's hitching a ride to Zou with this absolute circus that is Luffy's crew.

It's been a week since Law came aboard, and the more he looks, things get weirder and weirder. Specifically, their chef.

The first time they met, the man was well-mannered, minus his attitude towards women and cigarette habit. However, Law finds him ever more strange after every interaction they have on the Sunny.

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The first time Law notices something off is when he happens on Sanji in the galley. He understands being awake in the wee hours of the night, but not like this.

Law finds the man still fully dressed in his three-piece at three in the morning, sitting - no, crouching - on his chair and poring over a cookbook. His cigarette dangles loosely from his mouth as he mutters something unintelligible to himself and brings his knees together to rest his chin on top of them.

What the fuck, Law thinks, and as if the chef heard his internal monologue, a blonde head whips around to face him standing at the door.

Sanji's wide-eyed, slightly disheveled face stares back at him, and his neck is uncomfortably craned so he can look directly at Law. The pair look at each other awkwardly, and after a moment of silence he just...closes the door.

This is not Law's ship. It is none of his business, and he will go back to the men's quarters to sleep.

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This keeps happening the longer Law stays on Luffy's ship, and every day he notices how rarely the Sunny's resident cook takes a break. In addition to that, he also can't help but notice exactly how Sanji chooses to rest.

Whether he's chatting with Robin in the library the lawn or napping with the swordsman on the lawn, it's always with one leg up on the seat, both slung over the back of a chair, or contorted into a position that shouldn't be humanly possible.

Law finds it mildly concerning, but no one else on the crew seems to mind when Sanji stops bustling for half a second and decides to perch himself somewhere (not unlike a gargoyle, Law thinks), so he leaves it alone.

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Once, he spots the chef sleeping on deck with Zoro, but... upside down. As in, the swordsman is leaning on the mast and Sanji is resting his feet on Zoro's shoulders while his back is on the ground. It looks extremely uncomfortable. He also spots Zoro crack open his eye to peer down at the man, before closing it with a very resigned expression on his face and a light dusting of pink on his cheeks.

Again, this is not his ship and Law most certainly does not want to open that can of worms right now. He leaves the two in peace and hopes they figure it out by themselves.

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ik its not the best but this has been in my drafts for like a week and if i dont post it now im gonna forget about it for like three months so... you guys can have it yeah !! i didn't proofread this either so please lmk if there are mistakes

ANYWAYS Spawned a brand new hc that bc Sanji was locked up for like 5 years he had to teach himself stuff and develops the muscle memory for it wrong and just self-corrects in front of other ppl after learning the right way to do it. i might explore that in a longer fic at a later date, we'll see.

ALSO!!!! by popular demand(read: one person) im gonna start posting on my ao3 soon. Im under SkribblezCorner over there and all my zosan ficlets will be compiled into a series soon! watch out for that yall

#trafalgar law #vinsmoke sanji #roronoa zoro #nico robin #idk shes mentioned so #sanji being a strange little man #zosan if you squint #black leg sanji #ficlet #help i need sleep #sanji brainrot

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goddessofroyalty · 2 months

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Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Zoro/Sanji

Tags: omegaverse, discussed-future-mpreg

Someone shared a bit of non-omegaverse art in the ZoSan server of Zoro showering affection on Sanji’s stomach and it inspired me to write them talking about their future child in a verse where they agreed no pups until after they and Luffy achieve their dreams.

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Sanji lets out a huff as Zoro lays his head down against his stomach, one of the swordsman’s callused hands resting against what might one day become the peak of it as the other supports Sanji’s back as he enjoys his cigarette, blowing a puff of smoke out over the alpha’s head. The break in Sanji’s heat is nice even if they both know it will only last for a moment.

“There isn’t anything in there moss,” Sanji says as Zoro’s thumb tickles against his skin. The necessary steps have been taken to ensure that for all their fucking no pup will result from this heat.

“I know,” Zoro grunts, twisting his head and pressing a kiss against Sanji’s hip bone.

“Once Luffy’s the Pirate King and I’m the world’s greatest swordsman and we’re living on your ocean,” Zoro continues, trailing kisses along Sanji’s hips as he recites the dreams they swore to achieve. “You’ll give me pups then right?”

“I didn’t realise we agreed to pups plural?” Sanji jokes, more to try and keep himself from giving into the fantasy of it.

“You know I could never be satisfied with just one. Not when it’s with you.” Zoro says, resting his forehead directly onto Sanji’s stomach, leaving him looking almost as if he’s praying over it. “You’ll even let some get my green hair right? And they’ll all get your eyebrows.”

Sanji doesn’t know the last time he heard Zoro that excited. It reminds him of the headstrong alpha second in command on the pirate crew he decided to throw his lot into who had matured into his steadfast mate.

“Maybe if you’re lucky.” Sanji hopes they do inherit the alpha’s hair. Oh he’ll bitch about it when it happens. Can’t let the mosshead’s ego get too large. But he now can’t think about his future children without at least one of them having coarse green hair and a stubborn attitude.

Zoro grins up at him.

“You will,” Zoro says, ducking his head back down to press a kiss against Sanji’s stomach, his hands grabbing at the omega’s hips. “You’re gonna’ look so fucking hot while you’re growing them as well.”

Sanji does laugh at that.

“I’m going to look like a waddling land-whale.” He doesn’t have the delicate curves of a lady which are only accentuated by pregnancy. Lacks their soft plump skin that glows with the life they are carrying.

Zoro snorts at that.

“You will not,” he says with a nip at Sanji’s hip. “You are going to look so good. So strong. Fuck I don’t know how I’m gonna’ keep my hands off you. All full with my pup. Hell I’ll fuck another one into you before you’re even finished growing the first.”

“That’s-“ Impossible. And the idea of having pregnancies that overlap giving his body no time without one of Zoro’s children growing in him should be almost repulsive. Sanji is going to blame his heat for the fact he finds it weirdly insanely hot.

“You’ll be great with them,” Zoro continues, uncaring of Sanji’s broken-off attempt at interruption. One of his hands coming up to grope at Sanji’s chest. “Gonna’ be feeding them from the moment they’re born. They won’t know shit food until they move out to take the world for themselves.”

Of course they will. No matter what they decide their dream to be their children are bound to achieve it. Will have grown up learning from the best in so many fields. Never once doubting on their parents support for them.

“Moss-“ Sanji says, running a hand through Zoro’s hair. He can feel his heat stir back to life under his skin and he’s pretty sure it’s affecting the alpha too.

“Shit. I’m going to fuck you so good. Fill you with knot and my pups. Our strong healthy pups,” Zoro continues to babble.

Strong pups that will be trained by the world’s greatest swordsman and fed on the abundance of fish in the All Blue. Who will never know real hunger and know that love and care is as important as training at being your best. Will learn to cook at Sanji’s side and take afternoon naps with Zoro.

“Fuck – I need you to shut up now,” Sanji says, his grip on Zoro’s hair tugging the alpha up off him.

Zoro gives a questioning hum like he isn’t aware of what he’s fucking doing.

Sanji pulls him up by the hair for a kiss before he can open his stupid mouth again.

“You need to shut the fuck up and fuck me,” Sanji orders. Because if the bastard keeps going Sanji might not be able to stay strong on their agreement that they weren’t going to have pups until all their dreams were achieved.

Zoro grins at him like he knows but his hands grab at Sanji’s thighs as he does as he’s commanded.

#One Piece #ZoSan #roronoa zoro #zoro x sanji #vinsmoke sanji #blackleg sanji #omegaverse #One Piece omegaverse #mpreg #One Piece mpreg #black leg sanji #I accidenly a ficlet

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braimin · 1 month

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Have you read Spit out your soul by ROM-13/nari? :eyes: I did 10y ago (which wow, I have been a zosan since my highschool days I keep having to realize that) and it both broke me then healed me. Stumbled upon it again a few days ago and although it's old, pre-time skip work; it still hit me hard. Also while I'm here, I've discovered your blog recently through the zosan tag and I've been loving a good few of your headcanons which made me think I'd love to read fics from you. Do you have some? I thought so but I haven't been able to find a link to your ao3 in your recents posts o:

OMG I have ! It's crazy that your asking because I just reread it a few days ago too ! I went to reread Countdown to Oblivion cause it's my fave and then I was like well while I'm here I might as well read the rest of their stuff again lol✨

I'm glad you like my stuff ! I haven't posted any big fics because a lot of the time when I sit down to write I get distracted and then I come on here and start writing ficlets and gushing about about whatever silly little idea pops into my head. But I do have some in the works !

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asymmetryestablished · 1 year

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time for another

✨ Ficlet Post ✨

(that's what I'm going to call them now)

A Private Moment (A Reunion)

500 words

rated G

pairing: ZoSan (queerplatonic, can be read as romantic or platonic)

I just wanted some nonsexual ZoSan intimacy, and I figured a post-Whole Cake reunion ficlet would do. enjoy!

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At the first opportunity, Zolo dragged Sanji aside.

Sanji had been expecting as much. He let Zolo haul him into a quiet corner, already bracing for a fight, but that wasn't what he got. Instead, the second they were out of sight, Zolo pulled him into a hug.

For the briefest moment, Sanji froze up. Zolo's grip was always powerful, but this time, it felt desperate. He hooked his chin over Sanji's shoulder, and wrapped both arms around Sanji's ribs, and clung.

Sanji's hands settled tentatively on Zolo's muscular shoulders. He could feel Zolo's agitation, the rapid rise and fall of his chest against Sanji's and the tension, almost like a hum, through Sanji's haki. "Mosshead," he tried helplessly.

"You left me."

Not us. Not Luffy, not the crew, not us. Me.

Sanji burst into tears.

"I'm sorry," he managed to babble, "I'm sorry, mosshead, I'm so sorry." He tried to keep his voice down, but he wasn't sure his frantic attempts achieved anything more than a few horribly hitched breaths. "I'm so sorry."

Zolo just squeezed him tighter, and buried his mouth in the crook of Sanji's neck. "You can't scare me like that, cook," he mumbled into the collar of Sanji's yukata. His hands were shaking where they lay like brands against Sanji's back.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Zolo, I'm so fucking sorry." Unthinkingly, Sanji dug his fingers into Zolo's back through the thin linen of his yukata, but Zolo didn't protest. He didn't protest, either, when Sanji pressed closer, even when there was no closer left to get. He still welcomed him, took Sanji's weight effortlessly as Sanji climbed into his arms and wrapped both legs around Zolo's waist to hold him tighter, and when Sanji squeezed him harder, Zolo tightened his grip and squeezed right back.

It took a while for the flood of emotion to recede. They didn't move, didn't speak, just waited it out, until Sanji could stop crying, and the tremor had subsided from Zolo's hands, and the desperate need they'd both felt had been soothed by the warmth of each other's bodies. Then, finally, they eased apart. Slowly, carefully, still too reluctant to really let go, Sanji lowered his feet back to the ground, and the crushing pressure of Zolo's arms around him softened in kind.

Sanji leaned back, resting his weight in Zolo's hands. Their faces brushed past each other, but before they could part properly, Zolo twisted to press a lingering kiss on Sanji's cheek.

Sanji returned it reflexively. They lingered there for another moment, lips pressed to each other's skin, until their posture slackened once more. Kisses melted into quiet breaths, and they lingered once more, leaning against each other and breathing each other in.

"I'm really sorry," Sanji whispered one last time, and Zolo pressed one last kiss on his cheek, and they slowly unfurled.

#quoth nsd #nsd’s fanfic introduction posts #zosan #zosan fanfic #queerplatonic zosan #queerplatonic relationship #one piece zoro #one piece sanji #pirate hunter zoro #blackleg sanji #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #zoro x sanji #zoro & sanji #wumpeece #one piece #one piece fanfiction

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zoroshonkingbazonkadonkas · 1 month

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Fic masterpost

One piece

Onigiri can't flirt (but the cook sure can) (zosan oneshot/ 2k/ G)

Zoro’s good eye had widened a bit. “Don’t want you ruining perfectly good onigiri with moss,” Sanji said with a smirk. or: the one in which Sanji's Plans™ go awry (but in a good way)

No matter where you go (zosan oneshot/ 2.7k/ G)

Hadn’t the annoying swordsman been walking beside him when he’d walked across the street? And there was the fountain he definitely remembered having the mossball beside him. Could he be somewhere nearby? Maybe a little bit to the- “OI. MARIMO. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING INSIDE THE WATER, YOU BUFFOON?” Welp. At least he’d found him. ~~~ or: the one in which Zoro keeps getting lost, and Sanji is the only one who can find him

A flower in his hair (zosan oneshot/ 828/ G)

“Uh.” Zoro scratched the back of his head. “It’s a bracelet. I know you have a ton of them already, but I saw it and thought it was made for you. It’s almost the exact shade of blue your eyes are.”

How did we end up here? (zosan multichap (2/3)/ 5k/ G)

“Your eyes are blue.” Sanji blinked. “Uh. Yeah?” Zoro was looking at him with a solemn expression. “No like. Really blue. And pretty.” orrrrr: Sedated! Zoro, suffering Sanji

Taking the long way home (zosan oneshot/ 3.5k/ T)

The next thing he knew- he was being hoisted up by a pair of thick, strong arms. Ah. His response was probably taken as a no, then. His body was so warm. It was pretty unfair. or: the one in which Sanji gets sick and is stupid about it (because of course) and Zoro is. less stupid

Hash brown, egg yolk (zosan multichap (1/2)/ 9.3k/ T)

Opening the door to the bath, he was met with the sight of Sanji crouching down, testing the water. He had his back to him, and the kitten was still nuzzling into Sanji’s neck. For a split second, he wished that it was him in her place. That thought, along with the heat that had bloomed in his face as he’d thought so, was promptly forgotten when the kitten extended her little paws towards him, mewing insistently, as if to say, ‘Take me back, bitch’. or: Zosan + kitten

The magic cookbook (zosan oneshot/ 558/ G)

Our boy Usopp is a master story teller as one might say! His latest story is about Sanji and the latest cookbook he purchased. Little does the blond know: this particular cookbook is removed from the ordinary, for the seller is no other than Roronoa Zoro: Wizard Extraordinaire! or: this zosan server prompt got a little bit out of hand note: there will be an extended version of this ficlet

Something just like this (zosan oneshot/ 588/ G)

“You look cute.” Sanji very nearly spews his tea out.

perhaps i'm a little bit obsessed with Zoro noticing Sanji's eyes. just a tad

#(but aren't we all)#zosan #zosan fanfic #one piece #one piece fanfiction #zosan fanfiction #zosan fic #fic masterpost

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chromatic-lamina · 1 year

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2022 Fics in review

Was gonna do a year in review thing for fics (with screen shots, links and all), and was almost there, but one keystroke kinda wiped out everything, then tumblr's drafts saved a very truncated post.

So, anyway, I did about 6 individual one shots, and three other one-shots in collections (including Bepo's Beptober). I really liked what I wrote, and hope that you follks did too.

Link to my works in case you wanna check 2022out, cos, ugh...I've wasted enough of the new year on here already.

8 of the works are G or T rated. One is M, but the M is so mild that I think it should be fine for most folks.

KidLaw x 3, (KidLaw Exchange: 2021, 2022; OP Secret Santa 2022)

Chopper & Bepo x 1, (OP Justicezine)

Trafalgar Law x 1, (OP Reversebang)

Nami & Usopp (with a side-serving of ZoSan, although not too heavy) x 1. (OP Secret Santa 2022)

Kanjuro is in one of the collections, and a few other folk. (Justicezine ficlet challenges)

Anyway, thanks for reading, those who have!

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