peaches☙.🔞🍉

around them was worth more than anything else—even a last name.//

the end.

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p.s.: it was first posted as a fanfic on A03 (archiveofourown.org/works/65620693)!

but Sanji didn’t need to say that—he would make it. Just like he didn’t need to say 'I do', because between the two of them, actions had always spoken louder than words.
And forgetting about wanted posters in exchange for a passionate kiss while their nakama cheered wildly

still hadn’t fully hit.
Zoro clicked his tongue.
“And I’m the slow one.” And with a more genuine smile, he shouted without taking his eye off Sanji: “Hey, Luffy! Marry us!”
“Shishishi! Sure! If Sanji makes a giant cake and lots of meat!”
It would be the most delicious wedding cake ever,

Roronoa Sanji.”
All Sanji could do was stare, stunned, at his rival and boyfriend, not even registering the barely-contained murmurs of excitement from their crewmates around them.
“Marimo, what are you saying…?” His heart was racing, eyes misty, even though the realization

he said, one hand touching his ear, and before Sanji could ask anything else or notice his own mouth hanging open, Zoro was already on one knee, holding out one of his earrings like it was one of his treasured swords. “But I know how prissy you are, so let’s make it official,

Sanji blinked several times, confused and caught off guard by how seriously Zoro was looking at him again.
“What?”
“Roronoa. It can be yours if you want.”
“Marimo! You can’t just give me a la—.”
“As far as I’m concerned, my last name’s been yours for a long time, cook,”

Sanji’s visible eye began to twitch.
“The problem is that that’s not my last name!”
'And surnames are way too important, you can’t just give one to me like it means nothing!' Sanji swallowed those words along with the dryness in his mouth.
Why wasn’t Zoro pissed about this?
“And why not?”

The silence that fell across the deck of the Thousand Sunny could’ve been sliced with the dullest of knives.
Even Zoro swallowed hard and looked away, crossing his arms as he muttered defensively:
“They probably messed it up, I don’t know! What’s the big deal, eyebrow? It’s nothing.”

to—your bounty makes the joke for me.”
Clenching his fist tight enough to crumple the paper, Sanji chose to ignore that last jab and lifted the poster to Zoro’s eye level, jabbing a finger at the name.
“And for what possible reason would my wanted poster say Roronoa Sanji?”

grunted, turning as if to head over to Brook, but Sanji stepped in front of him.
“I know that! But you could’ve paid them to screw with me!”
“With what money? The witch steals all of it!”
“Don’t talk about Nami-san like that!”
“I didn’t do anything, alright? And I wouldn’t need

any accidents, he lit another cigarette, hoping the nicotine would settle him. Still, he didn’t look away from Zoro—catching the briefest widening of his eyes before his face settled on that annoying look of indifference again.
“How would I know? I don’t work for the Marines!” He

step forward, nearly standing side by side with the swordsman, holding up the source of his torment for him to see.
He really had to spell it out for that blockhead.
“I want you to explain this!”
Just reading those words again reignited the rage boiling in Sanji’s blood.
To avoid

lips.
“You’ve clearly seen it already if you’re throwing this much of a tantrum.”
“Sanji-bro, don’t set the lawn on fire again, geez!”
Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes in a silent prayer for patience, Sanji calmed himself enough to extinguish his actual flames. He took a

as one of his legs literally caught fire, itching to kick every last tooth out of Zoro’s smug face.
“You haven’t even seen your own bounty or Jinbe’s yet—I could’ve easily passed both of you!”
Those sharp, steely eyes turned to the cook, that smirk tugging at one corner of his

even flew onto the other’s face as Sanji yelled far too close, only to then slap the poster into Zoro’s face, making him grunt, stumble back, and snatch the paper with a swipe.
“Who do you thin—Oh. Not bad for fourth place, huh?”
Smoke was seconds from pouring out of Sanji’s ears

his descent from the crow’s nest. Shirtless, body gleaming with sweat—clear proof he’d only stopped training to check his new bounty like the rest of them.
He wouldn’t even touch his own poster until Sanji got some answers.
“Mosshead, care to explain what the HELL this is?!” Spit

as he coughed out the cigarette and stormed past the cyborg and the doctor, his mind focused on finding one person only:
“MARIMO!”
“What the hell are you yelling for, pervy cook?”
Sanji jumped at the deep voice behind him, turning to find the moss-headed swordsman just finishing

photo like always, he went straight for the number, breath caught in his throat.
But it wasn’t the number that made him choke on the cigarette in his mouth.
“You alright, bro?”
“Sanji! Sanji, don’t die, Sanji!”
Grateful as he was for their concern, Sanji spun on his heels as soon

5 too! Shishishi.”
“SUUUPER 500 MILLION, you mean, right, captain?”
Sanji ignored the chaos of his crewmates around the musician—who let out light “Yohohoho!”s with each comment—and took a deep breath as he reached for his own poster. Ignoring the ridiculous

to where the musician was.
His bounty had to be higher than that idiot swordsman’s!
“Nooo! They raised mine again? Why can’t they just forget I exist? God Usopp doesn’t get a moment of peace!”
“Only 5 berries? I’m never even gonna make it to 2,000 this way!”
“It’s okay, Chopper! Mine only went up

✨"Roronoa Sanji"✨ #zosan one-shot

“New wanted posters, everyone!” announced Brook from the deck, waving the newspaper pages with his skeletal hand.
Sanji finished handing out refreshments to the crew’s ladies before setting the tray on one of the small tables and running over

hausshhshs in a way... 🤭

aaah I'm so glad you think so! thank you for letting me know 🥰 am already working on it!

sanji's the failure of a dragon hunters dynasty. at 8, he finds a home in zoro (his bestie & rival). at 14, they're in love. at 16, a dragon kills zoro. sanji becomes numb and a dragon killer. at 23, he finds out dragons are shifters, zoro's one of them and wants him dead. #zosan

improved idea:

initial idea #zosan

"what if the vinsmokes are dragon hunters but sanji's a failure who's trying to prove himself then he ends up capturing this huge dragon but it turns out they're shifters and it's zoro and instead of how to train your dragon is how to RIDE ur dragon"😏

...would anyone read it?👀

always seems to not expect it. to the kindness to expire. to zoro stop caring. zoro's just happy to see the cook eating his fair share 🥰

own and saves it to whenever sanji decides to join them at the table. they never say anything, but the 1st time zoro did this, sanji had to blink away the tears that always appear whenever he's in the receiving end of any gesture of kindness. it becomes routine, still, sanji

#zosan

zoro notices that sanji always waits for everyone to eat before serving himself. he makes do with the scraps even if it's far too little to sustain him. but sanji's his equal, his partner who must stay in shape to protect his back so he starts to prepare his dish along with his

#wipwednesday! a sneak peek of chapter 7 of "nothing between us" called "nothing about courting"🥰

#zosan a/b/o mpreg archiveofourown.org/works/69298211