“Hey, are you okay?” Zoro prompts, waving his hand in front of Sanji’s face. Sanji rapidly snaps to, dropping out of the memory. A dull ache is thudding behind his eyes at the effort of remembering but it’s nothing compared to how bad it was before when every memory of Zoro kept forcing itself into his brain.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little… ( Read more... )

There were many things in life that Sanji loved; women, cooking late at night, fine dining, crisply pressed suits, kicking ass. All of those were things that he loved immensely. This however was always an exquisite pleasure, one that he fairly frequently was treated to but was always incredibly brilliant each time. It was the moments leading up to ( Read more... )

Sanji awakes on his side the next morning and stares at the painting on the bedroom wall of his and Zoro's flat. He is, once again, not in the Sunny. He presses the disappointment down and decides to stay in the comfortable bed a little longer. The bed is warm and soft around him and since he feels so sorry for himself he might as well stay here a ( Read more... )

Sanji had thought that Thriller Bark was bad, that the Florian Triangle was horrible, and he had thought that he had seen the extent of the Grand Line’s insane weather. But barely any time after the crew had left Thriller Bark battered and broken, they had run into a storm.

‘A storm’ didn’t really seem like a strong enough description, it was as ( Read more... )