Gift-fic For theotherdenise!!! (Also: I've written OP fic again!!!)
Birthday fic for theotherdenise! You suggested One Piece, and any excuse I can get to write ZoSan is a good one (and the new chapters have given me good inspiration, so yay:D) Hope you enjoy this ^_^
Title: Changes and Revelations
Fandom: One Piece
Rating: PG-15-ish. Nothing too bad!
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji. My usual fare xP
Chapter: 1/1
Word Count: 1409
Summary: *spoilers for recent chapters* A lot can change in two years, and even though change can be good, sometimes it’s the things that stay the same that mean the most.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Really. If it was, there would be oodles of slash instead of only vague hints xP.
Changes and Revelations
The mood in the galley was suitably rowdy for the occasion, but Sanji found quite quickly that although he’d lived and worked on a ship most of his life, after spending two years on an island he had grown used to having his space (the cross-dressers not-withstanding, of course, but after a time the novelty of him being a man and wanting to dress like one had worn off and they’d spent much less time following him around at all hours of the day).
Besides, Nami-san and Robin-chan had already gone to bed, and Franky and Brooke had decided it was time for an impromptu concert so he thought it was best to get out while he could. Grabbing a bottle of sake from the pantry and putting a few sandwiches on a plate, he escaped to the deck, not surprised to see Zoro leaning against the cabin and staring at the dark water.
“Oi,” he said by way of greeting, dropping the plate and the bottle beside the swordsman. “Picked the sake up back on Sabaody. They say it’s direct from North Blue, but I wouldn’t trust a word,” he casually took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, blowing the smoke into the cool night air. “So, this is just like old times, huh? Running from the Marines.”
Zoro continued to remain impassively quiet, looking at the ocean like it held some great secret, and Sanji began to wonder if he’d fallen asleep with his eye open.
“Oi, Moss-Head!”
“Why are you talking to me, #7?” Zoro grunted.
“You’re not still on about that, are you?” Sanji dropped to the deck, folding his long legs underneath him so he could sit beside the younger man. “Look: just because you arrived at the island first, it doesn’t really count because you left. Because you didn’t know the difference between a pirate ship and a fishing dinghy,” he added scathingly.
“At least I didn’t spend the last two years in a dress,” Zoro countered.
“Oi, you wanna start something? Because I’m always game,” Sanji tapped some ash off of his cigarette and flexed his toes inside his shoes.
“Nah, ‘s not worth it. Besides, you couldn’t beat me…”
“Oh, that is it,” Sanji sprang to his feet.
“Calm down, aho-cook,” Zoro looked up at him with a smirk. “Knew that’d get you all riled up. You’re still too predictable.”
“Watch it,” Sanji muttered, but he sat back down, amusing himself by blowing smoke rings into the night.
“Why aren’t you bugging Robin and the witch?” Zoro finally asked.
“Nami-san and Robin-chan have gone to bed. It would be rude of me to wake them,” he said vaguely, small hearts appearing in his eyes, but he’d noticed when he first saw them that he didn’t feel nearly as much of an urge to make a fool of himself around women anymore. Maybe he was maturing. Or maybe he just needed to get used to seeing real women again. Yeah. That was probably it.
“You haven’t asked,” Zoro said softly.
“About your eye?”
“Yeah. I mean, everybody else has, and…”
“Didn’t think a manly-man such as yourself would want to talk about history and feelings and tripe,” Sanji noted, glancing sideways.
“I don’t. I was just wondering.”
“You lost an eye,” Sanji shrugged. “So what? It doesn’t change who you are, not really. You’ve got another scar; that’s probably like a badge of honor among people who are obviously compensating by waving giant pointed sticks around. Also, you’ve been training with Mihawk for the last two years; it doesn’t take a genius to figure out how it happened,” he added smugly.
“Whatever,” Zoro replied, reaching for the sake. “Real North Blue, eh?”
“So they say.”
“Hmm,” Zoro popped the cork and spit it over the rail in a gesture that had Sanji sighing and muttering about ‘ill-mannered oafs.’ “Not bad,” he decided after he’d chugged about half the bottle in one go, and Sanji grimaced and handed him the sandwiches. “Guess you never had any danger the last couple of years, eh? Stuck on that cushy love-love island. You still remember how to fight, right?”
“Is that an invitation?”
“Cripes, you’re violent tonight,” Zoro muttered. “Anyway, why the fashion change?”
“Hmm? Oh, this?” Sanji tugged on his fringe. “Wanted something different, that’s all.”
“Was starting to think you didn’t have a left eye,” Zoro half-smiled at him.
“Hey, you know I did. But if I didn’t, then we could be matching,” Sanji pointed out, earning a chuckle from his companion.
There was silence after that until Sanji subtly shifted closer to the swordsman, bumping their knees together. “Hey. So, did you…”
“No,” Zoro shook his head. “I was with Mihawk, remember.”
“I’d do him,” Sanji replied with a shrug, pulling back as Zoro glared at him. “What? He’s hot, okay?”
“Whatever. Answer’s still no. And you?”
“I was stuck on an island full of crazy people. And you’d think that, you know, a cross-dresser would give you the best of both worlds, but it’s not like that. They were all too ugly to be women and not much better looking as men. Plus…” he trailed off, but his next words, they weren’t you, hung heavy in the silence between them. “I’ve…kinda missed you, you big lug. I needed a training partner, and nobody out there was a match for me.”
“I’ve…missed your cooking?” Zoro tried. “Um…”
“Yeah. Can we just admit we’re awful at the playing-nice thing and go back to insulting each other, Marimo?” he added, reaching to pick up one of Zoro’s katana and trying to gauge his reaction. Zoro had always let him handle the swords before, but if things had changed.
“I think she’s missed you,” he nodded to Wadou as Sanji absently ran a hand down her saya.
“Is this a way of saying ‘I missed you’ without sounding like you have real emotions?” Sanji countered.
“Che. Yeah, right; like I’d miss you, you annoying, foul-mouthed, chain-smoking, skirt-chasing, son of a…”
Sanji moved at that moment, unsure what possessed him, but knowing that he needed to cut the other man’s tirade off before he could get too insulting, so he did it in the only way he knew how: by kissing him.
Which, he was pleased to note, Zoro returned immediately, tongues sliding together as Sanji reached to grip Zoro’s shoulders, changing the angle slightly and sucking Zoro’s tongue into his mouth.
“Cook,” Zoro gasped as he pulled away, looking a little floored, and Sanji figured he could pride himself on that, too. “You…”
“I what?” Sanji arched his eyebrow and pulled Zoro close again.
“You…you still…want this?”
“Idiot,” Sanji kissed him again to prove his point. “You’re hideous. You’ve always been hideous; one missing eye isn’t going to change that. If I was going to be with you for your looks, it never would have happened,” the blonde added.
“So you…you want us…”
“To go back to what we had? Yes. Obviously,” Sanji went back to smoking, blowing out a stream before stubbing his cigarette out with his shoe. “I mean, if you want to.”
“I thought you wouldn’t want to, or I would have taken you right on that island,” Zoro growled in a low voice, and Sanji turned to him, visible eye flashing in the moonlight.
“We need to make up for lost time, do we?”
“I…uh…yeah,” Zoro finished off the rest of the sake with one swallow and Sanji muttered and swiped the bottle.
“I paid good money for that and you swill it like it’s water, idiot Marimo,” he sighed.
“You know how I drink. And Mihawk only drank red wine, so I’ve been needing some decent sake for a while,” Zoro rather ungracefully belched and scratched his stomach before lumbering to his feet. “C’mon, then, aho-cook. One of the benefits of being First Mate is the cabin, remember?”
“Do I ever,” Sanji held out his hand and Zoro shook his head before pulling him to his feet.
“The rest of those idiots stocked for a while?” Zoro jerked his thumb toward the galley.
“Should be enough food even for Luffy. Why?”
“Because if we go in there, we’re not coming out until the morning,” Zoro promised, and Sanji gave him a smile before sauntering to the cabin, glad that, with all that had changed in the last couple of years, this…thing…with Zoro wasn’t going to be one of them.
Title: Changes and Revelations
Fandom: One Piece
Rating: PG-15-ish. Nothing too bad!
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji. My usual fare xP
Chapter: 1/1
Word Count: 1409
Summary: *spoilers for recent chapters* A lot can change in two years, and even though change can be good, sometimes it’s the things that stay the same that mean the most.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Really. If it was, there would be oodles of slash instead of only vague hints xP.
Changes and Revelations
The mood in the galley was suitably rowdy for the occasion, but Sanji found quite quickly that although he’d lived and worked on a ship most of his life, after spending two years on an island he had grown used to having his space (the cross-dressers not-withstanding, of course, but after a time the novelty of him being a man and wanting to dress like one had worn off and they’d spent much less time following him around at all hours of the day).
Besides, Nami-san and Robin-chan had already gone to bed, and Franky and Brooke had decided it was time for an impromptu concert so he thought it was best to get out while he could. Grabbing a bottle of sake from the pantry and putting a few sandwiches on a plate, he escaped to the deck, not surprised to see Zoro leaning against the cabin and staring at the dark water.
“Oi,” he said by way of greeting, dropping the plate and the bottle beside the swordsman. “Picked the sake up back on Sabaody. They say it’s direct from North Blue, but I wouldn’t trust a word,” he casually took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, blowing the smoke into the cool night air. “So, this is just like old times, huh? Running from the Marines.”
Zoro continued to remain impassively quiet, looking at the ocean like it held some great secret, and Sanji began to wonder if he’d fallen asleep with his eye open.
“Oi, Moss-Head!”
“Why are you talking to me, #7?” Zoro grunted.
“You’re not still on about that, are you?” Sanji dropped to the deck, folding his long legs underneath him so he could sit beside the younger man. “Look: just because you arrived at the island first, it doesn’t really count because you left. Because you didn’t know the difference between a pirate ship and a fishing dinghy,” he added scathingly.
“At least I didn’t spend the last two years in a dress,” Zoro countered.
“Oi, you wanna start something? Because I’m always game,” Sanji tapped some ash off of his cigarette and flexed his toes inside his shoes.
“Nah, ‘s not worth it. Besides, you couldn’t beat me…”
“Oh, that is it,” Sanji sprang to his feet.
“Calm down, aho-cook,” Zoro looked up at him with a smirk. “Knew that’d get you all riled up. You’re still too predictable.”
“Watch it,” Sanji muttered, but he sat back down, amusing himself by blowing smoke rings into the night.
“Why aren’t you bugging Robin and the witch?” Zoro finally asked.
“Nami-san and Robin-chan have gone to bed. It would be rude of me to wake them,” he said vaguely, small hearts appearing in his eyes, but he’d noticed when he first saw them that he didn’t feel nearly as much of an urge to make a fool of himself around women anymore. Maybe he was maturing. Or maybe he just needed to get used to seeing real women again. Yeah. That was probably it.
“You haven’t asked,” Zoro said softly.
“About your eye?”
“Yeah. I mean, everybody else has, and…”
“Didn’t think a manly-man such as yourself would want to talk about history and feelings and tripe,” Sanji noted, glancing sideways.
“I don’t. I was just wondering.”
“You lost an eye,” Sanji shrugged. “So what? It doesn’t change who you are, not really. You’ve got another scar; that’s probably like a badge of honor among people who are obviously compensating by waving giant pointed sticks around. Also, you’ve been training with Mihawk for the last two years; it doesn’t take a genius to figure out how it happened,” he added smugly.
“Whatever,” Zoro replied, reaching for the sake. “Real North Blue, eh?”
“So they say.”
“Hmm,” Zoro popped the cork and spit it over the rail in a gesture that had Sanji sighing and muttering about ‘ill-mannered oafs.’ “Not bad,” he decided after he’d chugged about half the bottle in one go, and Sanji grimaced and handed him the sandwiches. “Guess you never had any danger the last couple of years, eh? Stuck on that cushy love-love island. You still remember how to fight, right?”
“Is that an invitation?”
“Cripes, you’re violent tonight,” Zoro muttered. “Anyway, why the fashion change?”
“Hmm? Oh, this?” Sanji tugged on his fringe. “Wanted something different, that’s all.”
“Was starting to think you didn’t have a left eye,” Zoro half-smiled at him.
“Hey, you know I did. But if I didn’t, then we could be matching,” Sanji pointed out, earning a chuckle from his companion.
There was silence after that until Sanji subtly shifted closer to the swordsman, bumping their knees together. “Hey. So, did you…”
“No,” Zoro shook his head. “I was with Mihawk, remember.”
“I’d do him,” Sanji replied with a shrug, pulling back as Zoro glared at him. “What? He’s hot, okay?”
“Whatever. Answer’s still no. And you?”
“I was stuck on an island full of crazy people. And you’d think that, you know, a cross-dresser would give you the best of both worlds, but it’s not like that. They were all too ugly to be women and not much better looking as men. Plus…” he trailed off, but his next words, they weren’t you, hung heavy in the silence between them. “I’ve…kinda missed you, you big lug. I needed a training partner, and nobody out there was a match for me.”
“I’ve…missed your cooking?” Zoro tried. “Um…”
“Yeah. Can we just admit we’re awful at the playing-nice thing and go back to insulting each other, Marimo?” he added, reaching to pick up one of Zoro’s katana and trying to gauge his reaction. Zoro had always let him handle the swords before, but if things had changed.
“I think she’s missed you,” he nodded to Wadou as Sanji absently ran a hand down her saya.
“Is this a way of saying ‘I missed you’ without sounding like you have real emotions?” Sanji countered.
“Che. Yeah, right; like I’d miss you, you annoying, foul-mouthed, chain-smoking, skirt-chasing, son of a…”
Sanji moved at that moment, unsure what possessed him, but knowing that he needed to cut the other man’s tirade off before he could get too insulting, so he did it in the only way he knew how: by kissing him.
Which, he was pleased to note, Zoro returned immediately, tongues sliding together as Sanji reached to grip Zoro’s shoulders, changing the angle slightly and sucking Zoro’s tongue into his mouth.
“Cook,” Zoro gasped as he pulled away, looking a little floored, and Sanji figured he could pride himself on that, too. “You…”
“I what?” Sanji arched his eyebrow and pulled Zoro close again.
“You…you still…want this?”
“Idiot,” Sanji kissed him again to prove his point. “You’re hideous. You’ve always been hideous; one missing eye isn’t going to change that. If I was going to be with you for your looks, it never would have happened,” the blonde added.
“So you…you want us…”
“To go back to what we had? Yes. Obviously,” Sanji went back to smoking, blowing out a stream before stubbing his cigarette out with his shoe. “I mean, if you want to.”
“I thought you wouldn’t want to, or I would have taken you right on that island,” Zoro growled in a low voice, and Sanji turned to him, visible eye flashing in the moonlight.
“We need to make up for lost time, do we?”
“I…uh…yeah,” Zoro finished off the rest of the sake with one swallow and Sanji muttered and swiped the bottle.
“I paid good money for that and you swill it like it’s water, idiot Marimo,” he sighed.
“You know how I drink. And Mihawk only drank red wine, so I’ve been needing some decent sake for a while,” Zoro rather ungracefully belched and scratched his stomach before lumbering to his feet. “C’mon, then, aho-cook. One of the benefits of being First Mate is the cabin, remember?”
“Do I ever,” Sanji held out his hand and Zoro shook his head before pulling him to his feet.
“The rest of those idiots stocked for a while?” Zoro jerked his thumb toward the galley.
“Should be enough food even for Luffy. Why?”
“Because if we go in there, we’re not coming out until the morning,” Zoro promised, and Sanji gave him a smile before sauntering to the cabin, glad that, with all that had changed in the last couple of years, this…thing…with Zoro wasn’t going to be one of them.