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time for some angst today:
imagine zoro being in love with you. imagine him being annoyed with his feelings at first. what is this fluttery feeling inside his chest? why is it there? was he sick? he didn’t want to bother chopper with something mundane as this, so he tries to workout to see if he can get rid of it. but the feeling only intensifies when he’s with you. he’s in the denial stage for a long time until he finally accepts that he is in love with you.
he always likes to find you on the ship and nap around you, enjoying your presence. he enjoys exploring islands together as you make sure he doesn’t get lost. he takes any heavy items from you just because he can. he lets you train with him if you would like. and if you’re up late at night since you can’t sleep, most likely zoro is up on night watch and listens to you if you have anything to say.
but zoro notices how you act around his captain and how luffy acts around you. he sees that way you smile brighter and laugh louder with the rubber man. and what’s even more shocking, luffy sharing meat with you. zoro didn’t think his captain would be romantically interested in anyone, but if sharing his meat with you isn’t a sign of love, he doesn’t know what is.
‘(y/n)’s great, isn’t she?’ luffy says to him one day, smiling.
‘yeah? you should tell her that, not me.’
‘shishi, you’re right!’
zoro watches luffy launch himself at you, picking you up and hugging you tight. your laughter rings out in the air. and zoro just sighs, walking away to find a place to nap away from you both.
zoro loves you, but he’s loyal to his captain. zoro puts his captain’s happiness first over his.
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has anyone else ever had a fanfic that just... haunts them? like it's been months and maybe even years since you read it, but it just lingers with you and you can never truly leave behind the imprint it made on you? and maybe it's just a single line, one sentence that you can't shake off, that takes up residence in your mind and stays there, feeding into your psyche and subtly influencing your brainspace and maybe even your writing or other works?
These four specifically deserve to be grouped together for an arc so they can get into all the shenanigans they want while the rest of the crew takes care of shit. We'll call it Boys Trip.
no bc this literally happened to me
Today I woke up thinking about Sanji. I want to hug him and kiss him on the forehead.
SUUUPEEERRR
WHO THE HELL DECIDED IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO BLINGEE SASUKE CRYING
Uuugh i love this tropeeee
Love at First Battle
| summary : You never believed in love at first sight. You thought it was just a silly fantasy, the kind of thing hopeless romantics clung to. But then you met him—mid-battle…
Warnings : Mid-Violence, Swearing,Near-Death,Cornyyyy, The slowest “fight” ever because someone got distracted by feelings,Sanji being Sanji
The chaos of battle surrounded you. Swords clashed, gunfire rang through the salty air, and the shouts of fighting pirates filled your ears. Your captain had decided today was the day to attack the Straw Hats—an impulsive, reckless decision that left you questioning his leadership. But questioning orders wasn’t an option.
You had a role to play in this fight.
And that role currently had you standing face-to-face with a blonde man in a black suit, his cigarette hanging lazily from his lips as he blocked the path ahead. He had an easy smirk, but his stance was solid, his presence radiating confidence. He wasn’t taking you lightly.
Sanji
You knew of him, of course. The Straw Hats’ cook, the one who could destroy opponents with his legs alone. And damn, now that you were seeing him up close, you realized the rumors hadn’t done him justice.
But you didn’t have time to admire him. You had a fight to win.
Your grip on your weapon tightened, and you lunged.
And then he looked at you.
Blue eyes locked onto yours, piercing straight through you like a damn sword. There was no warning, no slow build-up—it hit you like a cannonball to the chest. Your heart stuttered, your breath caught, and your entire body froze mid-strike.
What the hell?
Your mind screamed at you to move, to swing, to do something, but all you could do was stare. It was like time itself had stopped. The battle around you faded, distant and unimportant. All that existed in that moment was him.
And oh, you were fucked.
Because it wasn’t just attraction. No, this was something deeper, something terrifyingly immediate. It was like your soul had just recognized something it had been searching for all along.
Sanji’s brows furrowed slightly at your hesitation. “Huh?”
You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t do anything.
Which was a problem—because the next thing you knew, a glint of silver caught your eye.
Zoro’s sword, swinging straight for your head.
You barely had time to react before a blur of black and blonde crashed into you, knocking you off balance and sending you tumbling to the ground. The impact left you breathless, but at least you weren’t dead.
“What the hell, Marimo?!” Sanji’s voice rang out above you, furious.
“She’s an enemy,” Zoro shot back, his sword still raised.
“She’s a lady! You absolute caveman!” Sanji’s weight shifted off you as he scrambled to his feet, standing between you and Zoro like a protective barrier. “You don’t just go swinging at a beautiful woman like that!”
You barely registered the words, still trying to process what had just happened. You had stopped attacking him. He had saved you. And now he was defending you?
Your face burned.
Zoro scoffed. “She was about to attack you.”
“Do you really think I’d let that happen?” Sanji exhaled, shaking his head like he was disgusted. “You wound me, Zoro. You really do.”
Meanwhile, you were still on the ground, staring up at them like an idiot. Your crew was fighting, your captain was barking orders, and you were sitting here having a crisis over some blonde man with a cigarette and a stupidly charming smile.
Sanji turned back to you, his expression softening. “Are you alright, mademoiselle?” He offered you a hand, his voice dripping with concern.
You hesitated. You shouldn’t take it. You were supposed to be enemies. This was supposed to be a fight.
But… god, you couldn’t help it.
Your fingers slipped into his, and he pulled you to your feet with effortless grace. The warmth of his skin sent electricity up your arm, and suddenly, you were hyper-aware of everything—his touch, his scent, the way he was way too close.
You had never felt so stupid in your life.
“I—uh—” Words? What were those again?
“I…I should-…have to go”
Sanji blinked, seemingly surprised. “You’re leaving?”
Yeah. Because if you stayed any longer, you were going to die of embarrassment.
You took a step back, heart hammering in your chest. This was ridiculous. You couldn’t just fall for someone in the middle of a battle. That wasn’t how this worked!
But as you turned to retreat, you couldn’t resist one last glance.
Sanji was still watching you, his expression unreadable. And maybe—just maybe—there was something in his eyes too. Something dangerous. Something too real.
You swallowed hard.
Yeah. You were definitely fucked.