Sanji wakes up in a haze, his dreams as always chasing Zoro and desperately wondering where he could be and what could be happening to him. Sanji sits up and bed and shakily lights a cigarette. Part of him wishes that he'd never read Cabaji's damned recommendations, that he didn't have to dream what he did. He breathes the smoke deep into his lungs ( Read more... )

Sanji opens his eyes to the grey ceiling paint that suggests some kind of official institution, he turns his head and sees bars. Prison then.

Zoro’s hand desperately clutching his arm as they tried to pull them apart, his golden eyes brimming over with tears until, suddenly, the bailiff pulling at him pulls out a nightstick and cracks Zoro over the ( Read more... )

“Well Sanji spoke to me most recently about it at a party on the 15th, I think he came there to see me about it actually. I’d always tried to be nice to you him you know, to guide him.” Nezumi lies through his mousy teeth. Sanji sits in his chair and glares, Nezumi did always talk to him a lot, and he was the least stuck up of those on the board, ( Read more... )

a/n: this chapter is still un-beta’d as my lovely beta is away for the holidays, but I’ve read it through myself and it appears to be fine. Please forgive anything that I’ve missed but I thought you all might like a little Christmas present of a chapter containing ALL THE FEELS! Merry Christmas!

Sanji opens his eyes to the grey ceiling paint that ( Read more... )

They walk to the Baratie together, it’s not all that far and the fresh air is nice. Zoro spots a few photographers along the way but he pretends not to notice them, if Sanji notices then he’s doing the same but Zoro can’t tell. They talk about how the interview went, bicker about whether or not Miss Doublefinger is a good person and both try to ( Read more... )

When Zoro leaves his bedroom the next morning he’s surprised to see Sanji’s door shut and no light coming from the cracks under the door, the other man must still be asleep. It wouldn’t be too unusual if Zoro hadn’t slept in himself. He shrugs and figures that the dumbass must have been up agonising about the stupid pictures all night.

Sanji had ( Read more... )

Sanji opens his eyes to a world of green, mossy, messy hair right under his nose. He inhales and the smell of Zoro’s warm skin floods his senses, making his chest hitch excitedly. His mind suddenly flashes back to Zoro’s perfect mouth on him and around him, the way his earrings chimed as he moved and the dark, hungry look in his eyes.

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Zoro has a theory that the universe simply will not allow him to be happy, so he’s not entirely surprised when he’s sprawled happily on the beach enjoying the sun, sand and the sound of the sea that something has to come and ruin his mood.

Or two things to be precise.

Girls.

“Well, don’t you just look like Christmas morning, laid out all tempting ( Read more... )

Zoro never thought he’d find anything that he’d like about the institute, after all he was a prisoner in a creepy brothel/finishing school. However, he always had to wake up at a certain time and wasn’t interrupted before then. Since moving to be with Sanji however he’s been unexpectedly or rudely awakened far more often than he’d like.

He’s ( Read more... )

Sanji sits on his balcony in his boxers and watches the sun rise, it’s cold out but he doesn’t really care. He feels lonely, he understands why Robin did what she did, why she kept the truth from him, why she manipulated him and Zoro. He really does. But… it still hurts, he still feels sad and desperately lonely, it’s proof that yet another person ( Read more... )