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Sanji glances over at Zoro, who's been awfully quiet, even for him. He finds the swordsman staring at the rest of the group with a dejected set to his shoulders, and Sanji's about to kick him and tell him to haul the stick out of his ass until he sees Zoro absentmindedly reach up to trace his fingers along the scar over his left eye.
Oh.
((The crew dock at an island just in time to enjoy a festival. Everyone gets their eye makeup done whether they like it or not, sanji has a little too much to drink while denying his feelings, and zoro has some feelings of his own while being an excellent caretaker))
This is a completed oneshot, but enough of you have mentioned a second part that i may eventually post one hehe
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11 May 2026
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loveloveloveee, they in make upp , snooji drunk, cute and sweet and iiiiiii
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“I don’t need to compare,” Sanji says hotly. “I already know mine’s bigger. It would be a waste of time.”
This is so obviously the reaction Zoro is looking for that it’s no surprise when he says, “Sounds to me like you’re scared, shit cook.”
“Like hell I am!” Sanji retorts, helpless to resist the heady rush of a challenge from Roronoa Zoro. Even when it’s one so orchestrated.
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It’s on one such sunny afternoon that Sanji finds himself sitting at the base of a large tree, enjoying the warm temperatures while simultaneously shaded by its leafy branches. It’s peaceful out here, so much so that he can almost pretend he’s not a patient in a hospital who has no real plan for what he’s going to do next.
He flinches as that thought occurs to him, his shoulders already hunching protectively up around his ears. At the same time, completely without his permission, his hands start to bury themselves in his hair, tugging at the strands until they hurt.
“Stop it,” he tells himself sternly, rocking slightly back and forth. “Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. You’re fine. Everything’s going to be fine. There’s nothing to worry about here. Germa’s done, the rock’s done, and you made it through both. You’ll - ”
“What’cha doin’?”
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“As always, Chef Blackleg, your food is as remarkable as you are beautiful. Are you sure I can’t convince you to join me for my meal?”
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Just your average PWP sex pollen ZoSan oneshot where nothing much else happens. Don't look at the word count don't worry about it
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“Zoro,” Sanji called out, his voice dry and croaking. Zoro had been standing some ways off on the beach with arms folded, and had started half-jogging once Usopp started yelling, likely assuming it to be his usual exaggeration, but after hearing Sanji’s voice he was bounding across the beach, kicking sand behind him in great bursts. ... Sanji’s head lolled on his shoulders enough to catch the closest expression Zoro had ever made to fear. Ooh, he must really look like a wreck. This was the right choice.
Usopp and Brook were speaking over each other in hysterics and Zoro was reaching out to help shoulder some of Sanji’s dead weight - Sanji took a deep, shaky breath and summoned the last of his strength to drag his arm from around Brook’s shoulder and throw it around Zoro’s instead, collapsing against his chest. All four men fell silent.
“Zoro- please-” Sanji rasped, and he saw Zoro’s good eye widen, his lips barely parted- “I need you, Zoro.”
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Bookmarked by drowning_rat
10 Feb 2025
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this is it, this is The sex pollen fic, the ONLY. nothing beats this, this shit is overnaturally good.