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This is a bit of a crack fic but it’s gunna have fluff as well as smut because I can’t stop myself. No idea how many chapters but likely not super long.

Enjoy!

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Italics that are centered-

are supposed to indicate that due to positive undertone/sentiment, that the thought was heard by the other person.

Italics that remain to the side-

are just general thoughts crossing Zoro&Sanjis minds respectively to whom is current focus.

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i hope contextually that will be easy to pick up on going forward but feel free to let me know :)

Sanji opened his eyes groggily, his head was pounding and his body ached all over, the ceiling was blurry for a while until he blinked a few more times only to realise he was back on the ship. 

Then everything came back to him.

That crazy devil fruit user.

That stupid Marimo bastard.

He couldn’t even remember what they were fighting over. Yea, maybe he and Zoro were fighting in the middle of the village square, yes, maybe it had got a bit out of hand but- who the fuck was that guy? Dressed in blue shorts and that half buttoned up multicoloured shirt and sandals? What had he said? He'd give them one warning to knock it off before he was forced to get involved, chuckling so smugly while he said it to- that bastard.

Of course they’d ignored him. It hadn’t been anything to do with him. Or the village. The Marimo was just pushing his buttons as usual and then decided to try and walk the wrong fucking direction back to the ship. With all our damn groceries.

The hell did the villagers call him anyway, Positive Pablo? The fuck was that all about?

Then Zoro had tried to jump in front of that energy beam that Pablo shot at them? Only for them both to get caught in it. Figures. 

Doesn’t make the hunky lump of seaweed any less of a self sacrificing idiot though.

“Who the fuck are you calling a lump of seaweed shit cook?” Sanji sat up only to see the asshole in question sat across from him in the sick bay looking no worse for wear than usual, that one eye trained on him with a familiar frown. Must have said that out loud, huh?

“Isn’t it obvious? Has your brain been replaced with broccoli, asshole?” Sanji bit out as he groaned, rubbing his hands down his face in frustration. “Did they bring the food back?”

“I know as much as you, I’ve just woke up myself.” Zoro muttered, his voice more obviously groggy now as Sanji snorted at him, pulling out his pack of cigarettes he put one between his lips before he pulled out his lighter.

They must taste good to be constantly hanging out of his mouth.

Sanji let out a snort at the Marimos comment, re opening the box as he lit his own before holding out the box to the other man. Zoro seemed to quirk a brow at him in confusion before Sanji let out a sigh, the smoke that had filled his lungs coming out in a large cloud, he felt the tension in his shoulders relax a little. “Never tried a smoke before?”

“No.” Zoro answered with a frown and clenched his jaw a little, hand twitching as the swordsman glanced at the small box of cigs before the door opened and there was a flash of brown fur and a deafening shriek. Sanji had the box snapped out of his hand in an instant.

“Sanji! What have I told you about smoking in here, asshole!” Chopper screeched, pulling Sanji up and out of the bed he was sat on and shoved the cook out of the sick bay doors and onto the deck. Sanji couldn’t help but chuckle as he caught the pack of cigs thrown his way as he took another drag, leaning against the railing casually as he tilted his head at chopper.

“Sorry Chopper, what happened anyway, do we know anything about this Pablo?” Sanji asked quietly and Chopper put a hoof to the back of his neck as he laughed awkwardly.

The little reindeer went from seething to embarrassed in half a second. “No… nothing.”

“Nothing?” Zoro stood up with a frown, the green samurai jacket he wore sliding down his shoulders slightly before he tugged it back with venom. Sanji followed the movement, noting how much broader Zoro had gotten since those first few years, unable to stop a chuckle as a thought crossed his mind seeing the man’s pecs half out as usual.

He’s like a big chested woman constantly pulling their jacket closed, if you squint it’s like cleavage. Nice rack, Zoro.

Sanji snorted at his internal monologue for a second time before Zoro was in front of him again, much like they had been in the centre of the village, hand fisted in his shirt, snarling but with a faint dusting of pink across his ears as he scowled at Sanji. “Say something, cook?”

“The fuck is your problem.” Sanji spat watching his cigarette fall off the railing and into the sea as he raised his leg to kick the Marimo in the face only for it to be caught by a tanned hand, and they stayed there for a moment, seething. Sanji's leg raised straight up to the clouds above them as Zoro held it in place, doing a perfect split as Sanji watched Zoro's nostrils flare, the swordsman’s lips not moving even as Sanji heard the other man’s voice.

Just how flexible is he? It’s kind of impressive…

Sanji blinked then, because Zoro hadn’t said that outloud. Not at all. The man’s lips hadn’t moved. He kept his expression schooled as he shoved the man away. Had Zoro just paid him a compliment? Was he hearing the swordsman’s voice in his head or was he going insane?

“Will you two take a break- we don’t know much about Positive Pablo, everyone in the village says he’s great! But they wouldn’t say a word about his devil fruit powers, they did reassure us that they don’t cause any harm though.” Chopper grinned happily before he looked at both men seriously. “But come straight to me if you start to notice anything weird, okay! I’m still your doctor and I need to know if something is affecting you guys.”

Zoro was already walking away with a wave and a muffled thanks to Chopper. Sanji however was debating telling Chopper of what he assumed were symptoms of that crazy bastards Devil fruit power, but decided against it. He wasn’t sure it was that yet anyway, he’d have to test it out a little first. Figure out if his theory was correct. God knows how, it wasn’t like the Marimo was prone to paying him any sort of compliment at all. But maybe… just maybe. The fact it was compliments had some sort of link to Pablo and his ability. Compliments were positive after all, maybe with the fact it had hit Zoro first then Sanji- Maybe that’s why he could hear the positive comments from the swordsman. 

This is going to be a nightmare, how the hell do you get a compliment out of an overgrown ball of moss?

He could think on it, cook something for dinner and see what happened in the next few days. Then it hit him and a grin pulled at Sanjis mouth as he wet his lips. He could just make Zoros favourite foods, or some of them, Sashimi wasn’t tricky, neither was rice or sushi. He could maybe make some lightly seasoned salt and pepper chips and some sweet and sour pork too, with some almond cookies for everyone to pick at afterwards.

So that’s exactly what he did, after heading to the aquarium for fresh fish. He spent a good few hours in the kitchen, suprisingly only interrupted once by Luffy and the man’s never ending demand for meat. When it was all laid out on the table he felt a sense of accomplishment come over him even before he'd called any of them in for dinner, it looked good, and he knew fine well it’d taste good too. He obviously hadn’t put the cookies out yet they still needed a little time to cool but would no doubt be ready by the time everyone had finished eating. So he called them all in, listened to them all filter in as he washed a few things in the sink with his back to the table.

“Woah Sanji, this looks super!” Franky’s enthusiasm was palpable as everyone else seemed to hum in agreement.

“Someone better go grab Zoro before Luffy eats all the Sashimi.” Nami said with a lazy laugh. Sanji looked up then, seeing Usopp and Zoro still missing, he shook his head before he finally heard it.

Fuck yes

Sanji almost didn’t even register the Marimo actually speak as he spoke at the same time, his excitement for the food coming through loud and clear in Sanjis mind more than enough for the ships cook. “Sashimi?” Zoro grunted as he finally came through the doors followed by Ussop. Sanji leaned himself against the kitchen counter as he picked a small sushi roll off of his own small plate, he hadn’t realised the Marimo enjoyed his cooking so much, or maybe it was just because it was the man’s favourite food. But Sanji couldn’t deny the warmth that spread in his chest from the swordsman’s near giddy internal exclamation. He’d weirdly felt it too… at least he thought he had. Like the thought had a feeling attached to it and then there was something else, something warm and safe wrapping around him and Sanji was almost certain it wasn’t his own emotion. He dared a look at Zoro just to see the man smirking at him with amusement, but that wasn’t the feeling sinking into Sanjis being, not at all, but he couldn’t help it. He bit.

“The hell are you looking so smug for, Marimo?” Sanji glared at the man as he hissed quietly, the others paying them little mind as they chatted amongst themselves.

“Pretty shitty way to apologise for starting a fight in the middle of the village, love-cook.” Zoro muttered and Sanji felt his annoyance spike but he refrained from kicking the other man into the far wall. Because there it was again, that warm safe feeling and something else? Joy? Sanji couldn’t tell what it was but it was a little hotter than the other feeling, a little bit electric, like a buzz. Does Zoro enjoy getting me pissed off?

“Please shit head, I don’t owe you an apology you brought it on yourself.” He managed to roll his eyes at the Marimo as he ground out the reply, loosening his tie from around his neck and popping three buttons, he hadn’t realised just how hot it was in here.

Three buttons huh? Dinner and a show.

The comment was said in passing, hell it wasn’t even said out loud or overly seriously, but Zoros tone in Sanjis mind had him flushing from his neck all the way up his ears. The swordsman had said it with something close to genuine interest, with a simmering but subtle heat behind it- and Sanji was feeling more than a little hot under the collar. Does the Marimo find me…. Attractive? Surely not, I’m losing it. Finally going insane.

Then Sanji was getting waves of something that had to be comfort as Zoro actually started eating, happiness and contentment as he tucked into the food on the table. Even a few waves of pleasure that Sanji didn’t really know what to do with, but he couldn’t deny he was happy the man was enjoying his food. He zoned out a little as he ate his own small plate, staring at Zoros neck for some reason, as his mind drifted along with everyone’s conversation, how it was a relief that this island had no marines on and so on. 

Sanji couldn’t help but trail his eyes up Zoros neck, to the man’s ear and those earrings that hung there, shimmering gold in the lights inside the dining room. He wondered what they were made out of for a moment, were they actually gold? and then-

What would his earrings taste like? I bet they’d have a sweet tang to them. Or would they be salty from sweat?

Sanji didn’t know why it crossed his mind at all, but it had, his own curiosity running a little warm in his veins when he realised that he wouldn’t mind his mouth that close to the swordsman’s ear. But then he was hit with a wave of heat and he noticed that the same ear he’d been staring at, was now burning red, hell-so was the entirety of Zoro's face. Did someone say something to him?

“Ah Marimo, don’t tell me you’re getting sick?” Sanji said gruffly as he took in the swordsman’s burning cheeks. The earrings forgotten completely as he tried to cover his concern with a tone of mild annoyance. “Better not infect me.” Sanji added as Zoro turned to glare daggers at him. But then surely not, it was positive and nice things, wasn’t it? That he could feel from the other man? Not negative. But maybe a fever and heat? They could mess with the mind a bit, chopper has said as much before.

“If I’m sick it’s because you’ve poisoned me.” Zoro growled out, cheeks still crimson, but Sanji had had enough.

“As if I would waste good food to poison you shit head, I could probably pass you the bottle and call it booze and you’d do it yourself!” Sanji seethed, again his foot was halfway raised and Zoro was out of his seat with one of his swords raised, a murderous look in his eyes. Sanji could feel the other man’s excitement, the thrill and adrenaline of the upcoming fight mixing with his own riling emotions before it was stopped dead.

“Hey! Knock it off both of you! You’ve already had one fight today that landed you passed out in the middle of the village. We don't need a round two!” Nami seethed as she stormed over and smacked both men around the back of the head.

“Sorry.” They both mumbled in unison as Luffy just laughed across the table.

“They don’t mean it Nami, they’re nakama.” The captain said with a grin as Robin eyed the pair of them from across the table with a thoughtful hum.

“I believe Luffy is right, if they truly hated each other they’d have killed each other years ago.”

“I don’t care if they hate each other or love each other, I don't want any more fights.” Nami said with a frown as she came and sat back at the table beside Robin, and Ussop let out a laugh across from her.

“Weird way of showing affection, can you guys just hug like normal people- I’m sorry you’re perfectly normal, I take it back!” Usopp said as both Sanji and Zoro turned to him with murderous glares on their faces.

“Not necessarily.” Robin said casually as she took a sip of her tea. “In nature there are plenty of species that fight for potential mates.”

Sanji let out a sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Robin, for as lovely as she was, was so weird at times, how had she turned this into a teachable moment? 

“Wait, so who are they fighting over then?” Nami said with a tilted head and a shit eating grin, she was beautiful- but Sanji feared that grin.

“You guys found a lady in the village that you both like?” Franky said with wiggling eyebrows.

“We’re not deer Robin, there’s no lady either.” Zoro gave Franky a withering look as he started to pile food onto his plate while standing. Marimo is about to take the rest of his dinner elsewhere it seems.

“Hares then?” Robin said to Zoro with a slight quirk to her lips, Zoro just rolled his eyes.

“What do Hares do that’s so different?” Usopp asked with genuine interest and Sanji watched Zoro leave the kitchen grumbling. Sanji turned around when the door finally shut and rolled up his sleeves, dipping his hands into the water to start washing some more dishes.

“They box, but they don’t do it to compete for a potential mate. The male and females box each other, it’s like a test both do to see if the other is strong enough before they copulate.” Robin said matter of factly. Sanji felt his breath catch in his throat at what Robin was suggesting. Between him and Zoro? His mind conjured an image of the swordsman underneath him for half a second and that was all it took for his skin to start burning. You could hear a pin drop in the silence that settled after Robin spoke and Sanji refused to turn around as he kept washing dishes. His hands felt clammy even beneath the water.

“So why don’t you both just f-“ Franky didn’t even get to finish that sentence before there was a plate flying past his head. The ceramic shattering against the wall felt like one of the loudest things Sanji had ever heard, and he was beyond seething with his nakama. To suggest what Robin had was one thing, but to say what Franky was about to say.

“Get out.” Sanji bit out. “Don’t insult us like that by finishing that sentence.” Sanji didn’t face them as he spoke, knowing his voice was low and dangerous enough for Franky to get the message. Because how could he say something like that so easily? You don’t just suggest fucking your nakama from some random fact from the crews archeoligist.

Sanji heard them leave, heard the muffled thankyous as he was finally left in silence. He let out a breath that he didn’t realise he’d been holding as he braced himself against the sink and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to get a hold of his anger. But how could he? How could Franky even suggest that. 

It wasn’t even that Zoro was a guy, wasn’t that Zoro wasn’t attractive- they were nakama. You don’t just suggest a casual fling like that with someone who’s essentially your found family- There was no way when Robin and Franky started seeing each other that the man had been so casual with Robin about the situation. A one and done thing would never work if you were seeing eachother every day, fighting alongside them, laying your life on the line for them. And Franky had the nerve to suggest-

Sanji could feel himself getting irrationally angry now, it had probably not been meant in such a serious way but- the man should think before he spoke. He took a breath to steady himself as he stared down at the water in the sink, still full of bubbles, still hot on his skin. Let his mind drift away from the anger, no, it wasn’t that it was Zoro at all. Because he liked Zoro, for as much as the man pissed him off, he respected him. He wouldn’t dream of having a fling with the other man… not to say that having sex with the swordsman sounded at all…bad.

Would his hair be soft between my fingers? I wouldn’t mind pulling on his hair to hear what sort of noise he makes… 

Sanji felt a slither of head trickle down his spine and pool in his gut on its own accord, could picture Zoro’s back pressed into the side in front of the sink, right where Sanji now stood. He could nearly feel the man’s hair beneath his fingers, those tanned hands on his hips as Sanji pressed his mouth against the swordsman’s neck, tongue flicking out before his teeth nipped at tender flesh just before he sucked a mark into his skin, and-

Sanji opened his eyes with a choked gasp before he realised he was panting. Stood alone in the kitchen, hands still buried in ever cooling water, and he was- hard. Painfully fucking hard.

Oh no. Oh fuck- I want to… shit. 

Let me know what yall think so far ;)

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so yea I wrote out the second chapter asap,

I couldn’t help myself 😭

Don’t expect every update to be this speedy tho

Zoro had heard the plate smash, but after hearing the cook thinking about tasting his earrings he wasn’t going near the kitchen for a while. He would have offered to help with the dishes too, if the cooks mind wasn’t apparently filthy to the point of making his ears burn. Then the conversation the rest of them started having? Fighting each other like animals fighting for a mate. Come on.

Zoro heard the kitchen doors open far sooner than he would have expected. Putting his weight down he shook out his arm from the curls he’d been doing and scooted over to the trap door of the crows nest. Opening it a crack he could see everyone pouring out the room muttering quietly, and Franky- the man looked wounded. As though He’d just been scolded by Robin for something serious, had Franky said something? What the hell had happened in there?

Zoro closed the door quietly as he frowned to himself, it was a shame that assholes devil fruit power couldn’t let him hear what the cook was angry about, but then again, it was pretty hard to argue that anger was positive. He turned to go finish his set but was stopped by a creeping heat that sat low in his stomach.

Would his hair be soft between my fingers? I wouldn’t mind pulling on his hair to hear what sort of noise he makes…

He nearly choked.

Sanji was thinking about him? Thinking about running his hands through his hair and- pulling. Zoro swallowed as he felt his throat constrict. He wants to know what I… sound like when-

Then there was the burning, a hot sticky feeling that seemed to sit heavy in his gut and tingle as it grew heavier, and then a flash of an image. His neck tilted back, pale fingers in his hair and a tongue at his neck before lips and teeth were ravishing his skin- It cut out. But that heat sat heavy, and it didn’t stop a low groan falling from his lips as he felt his trousers go from slack to tight beneath his long coat.

Oh no. Oh fuck- I want to… shit.

Zoro couldn’t help but laugh at that from where he was sat, now completely wound up, all alone in the crows nest. The realisation was crisp as it found its way to Zoro, mixed with curiosity and excitement and longing. He didn’t need to mention the lust because that burning heat that had shot through him wasn’t just his own, it was obvious. So the cook realises he likes what he sees, I was sure Sanji was all about the ladies though?

You’re beautiful, but you’re a fucking idiot.

Zoro hummed fondly, he’d have to tell Chopper at some point. Probably needed to tell curly too but it was strangely intoxicating hearing all these jumbled things from the cooks mind directed at him, the cook wanting to take him to bed was wildly unexpected though, but Zoro couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t flattered. It did feel nice to be seen as desirable, at least by the blonde downstairs…

But they were nakama, so nothing as fleeting as lust was gunna get in the way of their responsibility to look out for each other like family. Things would just get complicated, no they were fine how they were. Physical urges weren’t reliable, they passed, were fleeting. He wasn’t going to ruin years of trust for a fuck, and he hoped the cook would realise that too. I could piss him off though, if his mind’s in the gutter this often then it shouldn’t be too tricky. I need a cold shower first though.

I should check to see if he needs a hand with the dishes first.

So Zoro stood up, lifting the hatch before climbing down the ladders, luckily it was a warm summer night because he’d not bothered to put his arms back in the sleeves of his coat as they hung loosely down by his legs from his waist. He was lucky he hadn’t broke too much of a sweat or no doubt the blonde would kick him out of the kitchen as soon as he entered. He pushed through the doors without a second thought.

“Luffy-“ Sanjis voice was pitched, ready to start yelling at a moments notice.

“Relax, it’s me.” Zoro grunted as he rolled his eyes. Of course Luffy had already tried pushing his luck with the cook, no doubt coming back for more meat. Zoro's attention was drawn to a plate of pale biscuits sat on the counter as he walked past the dining table and frowned at them curiously. “Hey, what are these? I didn’t see them at Dinner?”

“They’re almond cookies, I saved some for people that didn’t get any.” Sanji said a little deflated, Zoro tilted his head as he stared and the blondes back with concern. What was said at dinner that’s bothered him so much? Zoro picked one up and took a bite, and he normally didn’t like sweet things, but they were good… Zoro let out a noise he didn’t realise he could make before he realised he’d done it, a sort of hummed groan that had Sanji turning around to look at him with a raised brow. 

“They’re not bad.” Zoro said before the cook could even make a comment, he watched as the blondes jaw twitched in irritation.

“When someone moans over food Marimo, it usually means they like it.” Sanjis amusement found its way to him unhurriedly, a sort of internal quiet chuckle that was unspoken as the cook just smirked towards the dishes he was still washing.

They’re nice alright, not sickly sweet, moreish even…

Zoro didn’t know why but he felt some sort of satisfaction wash over him from the cook. “I mean.” Zoro started as he grabbed a tea towel from one of the drawers and settled into drying, a role they’d fell into hundreds of times over the years as Sanji passed him the plate he’d been washing with practiced ease. “You can also moan from pain so-“

Sanji actually chuckled at that as he shook his head. “Your teeth that fragile that a cookie is hurting you, Zoro?” 

“Watch it, number 7.” Zoro growled as he cast a fiery look Sanjis way only to see the blondes brow quirk as a small frown dented his face.

“Do you want me to kick your ass, quit it with that shit.” Sanji snapped, but it had no real bite to it, and Zoro couldn’t help but smirk as he chuckled, drying another plate and placing it on the counter. 

“Like hell you could.”

“Wouldn’t be hard to beat a sick man. You’re lucky I have morals and wouldn’t beat you while you’re Ill.” Sanji quipped and Zoro spun on him then, adrenaline pumping on command as he felt the cook’s amusement crash into him like a wave even as Zoro fisted the blondes black tie in his hand and pulled it with venom, making it go tight against the cooks throat.

“I’m not sick dart-brow.” Zoro spoke low, baring his teeth in annoyance despite feeling both his and Sanjis excitement at the possibility of another fight simmer down whatever connection the devil fruit user had made between them.

“Tell that to your face earlier, sat there looking like a tomato-“ Sanjis voice cut out as Zoro pulled the tie tighter around the blonde’s throat. He wasn’t the one that was going red now, and he’d assumed it was pissing Sanji off, could feel the adrenaline coursing through him and Sanji before something else joined the mix. Zoro froze where he was stood, because it wasn’t just adrenaline, not just the thrill of the fight but something else. That hot simmering feeling, dripping into his mind from the blonde like sticky thick honey. Arousal. Zoro felt hands on his chest before he was shoved away.

He enjoyed that…

“Get out, Marimo.” Sanjis voice was quiet. Cutting short Zoros growing and less than savoury intrigue at the short lived discovery.

If you’re going to choke me, do it properly you coward.

Sanji-

Zoro was out of the door and back on deck faster than a blink, before he was heading deeper into the ship, to his and Robin's room. His genuine worry for possibly embarrassing the cook slowly being outweighed by the heat that surged through him at the look on the cooks face. The cooks thoughts too, being the polar opposite of what he’d demanded. Zoro felt like his life on the ship had had the axis tilted and he’d been thrown upside down. Because he’d had thoughts about the cook before, of course he had, the man was strong, had a fire in him that Zoro was drawn to like a moth was to a flame, and he was unquestionably good looking. But he’d never once thought even attraction was reciprocated, and it was screwing with his head, twisting his guts into knots and making him ache. Because what if? What if he could be more than just attracted to me-

Because fuck what would he look like if it was my hands around his neck- he’s nakama damn it! 

Zoro screwed his eyes shut as he pinched the bridge of his nose and finally shoved the door to their room open. Only to be met with Franky’s voice being cut off by the sound of the door opening.

“Ah, Mr Swordsman. Would it be possible to ask for some privacy tonight? I’ve been assured by Franky that he will be working on getting a small dividing wall put into place for us, retractable of course, just for if either of us ever have company.” Robin said smoothly, and Zoro couldn’t see the woman, or Franky from the un folded wooden dressing screens, both of them, that stood to the right of the doorway. Blocking line of sight to Robins half of the room. He was used to one being there, it helped keep some semblance of privacy between them, but the second usually only went up if the woman was getting dressed. Or Franky was in there with her.

“Sure thing.” Zoro said with a sigh as he turned around and headed to the men’s quarters. Immediately heading to the showers and stripping off as he ran the water, luckily he didn’t need it cold anymore. But at the rate Sanji was going, because of that fucking Devil Fruit beam, maybe he should start getting used to cold showers. He was just lucky he supposed that the blonde couldn’t hear his thoughts, or he was sure he’d have been kicked so hard by now he’d probably end up in the sea miles away from the ship.

Thankfully after smacking Usopp around the back of the head for calling him a deer, he managed to actually drift off pretty easily in one of the bunks. Though he really should have brought some fresh clothes down from his room for the morning. Meh, I'll deal with it tomorrow. 

Ahahahahahaha 

im not sorry at all for building even more tension.

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I haven’t been able to stop writing this all day so…

another little tid bit

When Zoro woke up it must have been the early hours of the morning. There was no light creeping in from anywhere, none of the lights were on but there was this absolutely obscene heat pooled in his gut. One that made him groan as he turned onto his back and put his arm over his face. What the hell was going on with his body? The others were still asleep too, was he actually getting sick- no wait- if he was sick he wouldn’t be…He was hard. Under the duvet, his pants tented to an ungodly degree, painfully- deliriously hard. What the fuck?

He tried to will it away, much preferring to nap than have to deal with this so early in the morning. Until he realised one of the showers was on. He relaxed a little when he realised why though, it was early, the cook was probably getting up and ready to go start breakfast. 

Zoro was almost lulled back to sleep from the normalcy of it, the routine of it, before he realised that it wasn’t his own arousal… at least not completely. Oh god is he- i shouldn’t be able to feel this-this is private, this is-

But then the images came, those lovely filthy imaginings.

Zoro could see himself under one of the showers, rubbing shampoo into his hair, the air so thick with steam he could only see the top half of his body- or was it just hazy because Sanji didn’t know what he looked like below the hips? But Sanji wasn’t even touching him in these imaginings. No, Zoro could just feel the heat building and building, the image of himself turning around as his own eyes locked with what had to be Sanjis own, he had to be seeing this through Sanjis eyes.

 Then he was smirking at the blonde, his gaze dropping for a moment before it met Sanjis face again with quirked brows despite the flush on his face. “I’m flattered, cook. But I don’t think I’m your type.” His voice was muffled in the fantasy as he turned back to face the wall, but Sanjis growl of frustration was anything but quiet. “What if you are?” “Then you can keep doing what you’re doing, Sanji, but we’re nakama, so don’t come over here if all you want is a quick fuck.” “What if I want you?” Zoro heard himself laugh at that as he turned around to glance back Sanjis way, tongue coming out to wet his lips as he chuckled again. “Figure it out first because from here it just looks like you want to cum, what do you want shit cook? You want my hand around your neck? Would that help?”

 Zoro could feel Sanjis arousal spike at the suggestion and felt himself squirm beneath the sheets, sure it was weird watching himself in his minds eye, through Sanjis eyes, watching himself act how Sanji thought he would, and hell the fantasy was at parts a little too close to reality- what with the mention of nothing happening because they were nakama? But it was still hot seeing inside Sanjis mind like this.

“For fuck sake, come here.” Zoro was walking towards the blonde then with an eye roll, still soaked from the shower, even with an almost bashful flush to his cheeks, then his hand must have been around the blondes neck because he watched his own jaw flex as he started to pant, watched his own mouth drop open as his eyes cast themselves down the blonde in front of him, the muscles in his forearm twitching along with a groan from the blonde that rattled through him, both in reality and in the fantasy. Sanjis version of him snapped his gaze up to the cooks face and his mouth hung open in awe, pupils dilated beyond belief. Gods he wanted to see Sanji so badly, wanted to really see whatever the hell the imaginary version of himself was seeing. His thoughts half slipping out before they were promptly interrupted.

I want to watch you c-

Zoro-

Zoro nearly moaned out loud when his name rattled around in his head along with a wave of euphoria that had to mean- and Sanji had sounded so lovely, even if it wasn’t spoken out loud, the cook moaning his name like that- the wave of relief that crashed down their connection like a cannonball hitting its mark. It winded him, and he lay there breathing far too heavily, somehow managing to not make any sort of sound as that blissful feeling finally subsided on Sanjis end. But then guilt crept in, because yes that fantasy had been about him, but Sanji didn’t know he was hearing it, seeing half of it, he shouldn’t have seen any of it. It wasn’t his business. Even as Sanji came through and got dressed Zoro remained in his bunk, eyes closed as he berated himself. Because regardless of what he thought of Sanji, even if the man’s attraction for him was considered a positive thing, it was an invasion of privacy. He had to tell him, but how the hell could he?

Zoro is fighting for his life

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No smut yet, but definitely a badly behaved cook

It was a week after being hit with the ‘Positivity beam’ or at least, that’s what Chopper had taken to calling it, and they were back at sea again, the log pose had set. But Sanji still hadn’t said anything to Chopper about his… Symptoms.

He still wasn’t over the fact Zoro had thought that he was beautiful… though the fact he was 90% sure the swordsman now knew that he liked to be choked also hung around in his mind too. Because he’d felt the initial curiosity… and he’d heard the quickly cut off thought wondering what Sanji would look like if instead of his tie, it had been Zoro’s hands. But regardless, he was starting to get a little worried about the ships first mate, the man hadn’t been avoiding Sanji, but he hadn't exactly been his usual self. They’d fought less this past week, not necessarily a bad thing, hell Nami seemed thrilled about it, but somehow it all felt slightly off.

Though he’d managed to squeeze out plenty of intriguing and sweet things from Zoro’s mind, along with some admittedly… less than savoury thoughts too. It was curious, because while Sanji did feel a little guilty. He also strangely craved the attention, craved the compliments from the other man, and the affection that some of those thoughts came through with was… rather nice actually. It had taken him around 3 full days to realise that some of those thoughts were laced with a sort of fondness, and affection, and another 2 to realise that he actually liked being on the receiving end of it. But it was starting to complicate things a bit. Because Zoro would rarely say these things out loud. In fact he didn’t think the man had ever said them outloud, it was confusing. If the man thought this way why didn’t he ever voice those things?

But today it wasn’t a good day to think about anything too hard, the heat was absolutely unbearable and even Sanji had taken to wearing a pair of dark blue shorts and sandals as an entire outfit. He couldn’t even stomach one of his light summer shirts touching him at the moment, especially with the amount of sun cream he’d had to put on. The ladies were in bikinis lounging under the shade of an umbrella with freshly made drinks, courtesy of Sanji. Usopp and Luffy were pretty much in the same state as Sanji, swimming trunks for shorts, Franky was only wearing his Speedo, even Brook was in nothing but shorts and an undone shirt, claiming that his bones were cooking… Sanji hadn’t seen the swordsman. He’d taken to lying on his back in the grass on deck at this point though, with a towel behind his head and a wide brimmed straw hat not dissimilar to Luffys over his face so his face didn’t catch the sun too much. And he could close his eyes without scowling at how bright the sun was above them, it was already boiling hot, he didn’t need a headache from frowning because of the sun too. He was perfectly content just laying there, like a lot of the others were, some occasionally pottering around grabbing drinks and such from the cooler he’d brought out earlier. Then Sanji felt something, something hot, but from the inside… it wasn’t the sun.

You look good cook… but you’re gunna burn. 

Sanji smiled underneath the hat, stretching himself a little more on the grass, lazily, like he was just getting himself comfortable, pushing at the waist band on his shorts a little as if he was re adjusting them, dragging them down his hip a little till he could feel the sun hitting skin that had previously been covered.

Sanji- you drag that down any lower and Usopp is gunna hit you in the nuts for indecent exposure… and you’re gunna make me die of heat stroke.

Sanji stopped messing with his waistband, languidly stretching a little more before he settled against the grass again. A small slither of satisfaction buzzing within him at his antics successfully riling the swordsman.

“Oi.” Zoro’s voice rumbled from close by and Sanji frowned beneath the hat. “Dart brow.” Sanji tilted the hat up in confusion as something cool landed with a thud next to his side. A bottle of sun cream, factor 50 too. “You’re one of the pastiest ones here, when you’re done pass it to Nami, Choppers orders.” Zoro said roughly, as though there was something caught in his throat and Sanji mumbled his thanks before pulling the hat back over his head. “Do you want to get fried- get up and put that shit on before I pour half the bottle on you myself.” Zoro ground out and Sanji laughed beneath the hat at Zoro’s obvious frustration before sticking his middle finger up in the swordsman’s vague direction. There was quiet for a second before there was the gentle pad of footsteps. “Is that sun burn already?” Zoro’s voice was right next to him then and Sanji shot up in panic at the mention of sunburn.

“Where?” He jolted till he was sat up, grabbing at the bottle before his eyes landed on the Marimo, squatted down in front of him in nothing but a short pair of black swimming trunks. Sanji met his eyes first but couldn’t help the way they drifted down to broad shoulders and powerful thighs that were flexed from holding the man’s weight in the position he was in. He loathed how easily Zoro tanned to, because his skin was glowing beautifully. Sanji felt a tickle of interest ignite in his chest at the sight.

Fucking hell Marimo.

“Right here.” Zoro said, flicking Sanjis thigh with his finger before Sanji was taking the lid off the sun cream and spraying it at the Swordsman with a pointed frown at the man’s antics. But hell, at least he wasn’t avoiding him like he sort of had been. 

The bottle was snatched out of his hands not a moment later and Zoro was standing to his full height, Sanjis mouth went dry, because those shorts were very snug not just on Zoro’s thighs, but on his ass too- and at the front. Sanji could pretty much make out where the man’s junk was sitting and-

Then there was sun cream, cold as ice, poured onto his stomach and he yelped as he stood up, putting his hand in the fluid with a scowl as Zoro’s roaring laugher was joined by Luffy, Usopps and Franky’s. Zoro was grinning like a menace as he re-capped the bottle and threw it Namis way. But if that wasn’t bad enough, Sanji realised something as he stood across from Zoro. Those swimming trunks were his, that’s why they barely fit the other man.

“Those trunks aren’t even yours, you overgrown vegetable!” Sanji seethed and he could see it on Zoro’s face as that wicked grin pulled at the other man’s lips, felt that spark of excitement run up his spine as Zoro just shrugged. Itching for a fight are we?

You have no right to look better in them than me.

“I didn’t see you wearing them, what’s the problem?” Zoro said as he edged forward and the air was charged as Sanji clenched his fists at his side.

I thought you were enjoying how my legs looked in them, Love cook? Or did your eyes just trip and fall when you were looking at me just now?

It may have been playful teasing on Zoro’s part, unspoken, but amused, but that was what did it. There were fists and legs flying in quick succession as they made their way around the deck in a flurry of heat and fire as the adrenaline surged. Nami groaning in annoyance as the others just laughed at them, they circled the mast twice before they ended up back around it for a third time, and to Sanjis surprise, he actually ended up managing to pin Zoro to the wood of the mast in the madness of it all. Fair to say, if it was boiling before, it was roasting hot now, they were both dripping with sweat as they panted from exertion, luckily in the shade of the mast now. Out of sight of the others too, who would no doubt poke fun at them for taking a break mid battle.

Sanji had Zoro’s wrists pinned above his head and his forehead was pressed against the other man’s as they both wore slightly unhinged manic grins. It was a good fight.

You look good when you’re slick with sweat.

Sanji thought to himself as he stared at Zoro and he watched Zoro’s tongue come out to wet his lips as that manic smile dropped slightly and the other man tried to free his wrists, and it was probably the heat but Sanji could swear Zoro was blushing.

“Get your hands off of me, Shit cook.” Zoro growled as he frowned and Sanji didn’t quite know why, but he didn’t want to. The man had barely interacted with him all week and now he was trying to cut their fight short?

“Why would I do that and let you win?” Sanji said, though his mind was racing.

Why would I do that when I finally have your fucking attention? You’ve been sort of- avoiding me all week, I missed you.

Zoro’s face seemed to change then, from quiet still sort of playful rage to blinking as if he’d just seen something indescribable. Something flashed across the swordsman’s face and Sanji felt a sudden bout of concern hit him as he dropped the man’s hands, but he didn’t back up out of Zoro’s space instead placing a hand on Zoro’s shoulder despite it being greasy from the sun cream on his palm.

“What is it? Marimo?” Sanji asked as he scanned the man’s face, he was worried. Zoro was acting weird again, very weird. There was a strange, carefully guarded affection coming from the swordsman too, still nice, but more nervous in it’s energy.

“Sanji- we need to talk.” His voice was quiet when he spoke, but oh so serious that Sanji felt his heart leap to his throat. About what?

“Then talk.”

Zoro- tell me, if I can help I will-

“I can hear you.” Zoro swallowed as his head tilted back, his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. He could feel the blonde’s concern radiating off him, worrying for him, about him. He almost couldn’t bare to look Sanji in the eyes but he did, he kept his gaze locked onto that one blue eye he could see, let out a sigh at how he’d probably not get this close to the other man for a while after what he’d just said.

Your eyes are even better up close.

“What?” Sanji said with a frown of confusion and watched as Zoro looked away as he blushed, actually blushed under the cooks scrutiny. Sanji was still sort of distracted by the man’s thoughts about his eyes to really register what Zoro was saying.

“Since we got hit by the beam, I can hear you- in my head. Every nice… positive errr- thing.” Zoro breathed out quietly in the space between them.

Sanji blinked before he tilted his head back with a sort of careful look before he started to flush, his hand coming up to cover his eyes as his ears started to burn. “Shit…”. He didn’t know what to do, or where to go from here. Hell he should probably tell Zoro he was experiencing the same thing. But fuck, just how much has he seen?

Does he know that I want him- oh my god.

Sanji blinked in realisation at what he’d just done, Zoro had literally just confessed to being able to hear him, every nice thing, every positive thing- wanting someone may not be pure and innocent, but it was still-

Zoro flushed harder as he flexed his jaw before he let out a half laugh as an awkward smile tugged at the swordsman’s mouth. 

“Yea, I caught that a few times actually.” Zoro said lowly, a nervous but almost tender amusement wrapping around Sanji down their connection. “But, I should have told you sooner. This -“

If you wanted more than just to fuck me- I might consider-

Sanji had Zoro pinned again in half a second as he looked at the Swordsman dead on. Did Zoro just say if I wanted him more than just to fuck- does he think it’s just his body that I want- a fling? Fucking idiot. “Please start speaking your fucking mind more- I can hear you too, you fucking idiot.” Sanji bit out, still as red as anything as Zoro’s eyes went wide and Sanji watched the Marino nearly choke as he gaped at him.

“I’m sorry, what!?” Zoro half shouted before Sanji's hand was in his hair and pulling as the cook just stood there, boxing him in. Ruining his fucking life, flipping everything they had ever known or been, on it’s head as Sanjis mouth found his neck. Zoro nearly jumped out of his own skin in shock before his nails were digging into pale shoulders, lightning shot through him and seared every single nerve ending in his body. His mind had completely stopped working until he felt teeth grazing his skin- he shoved Sanji back with so much force the cook coughed. “Are you fucking crazy? It’s fucking roasting out here- and you’re trying to-“

Leave fucking marks on me?!?

Sanji was laughing then, grinning like an idiot as he looked up to see Zoro back to seething where he stood, in those black trunks that were definitely too small for him. “Sorry Marimo, didn’t realise you were so sensitive.” Sanji teased as he scooped a handful of the sun cream of his stomach and threw it across at Zoro with a grin so smug that Zoro wanted to punch him in the face, because now he was too hot, flustered, and covered in sticky greasy sun cream like some sort of splatter painting.

“Oh I’m the sensitive one? Come here-“ Zoro cocked a brow at Sanji with a knowing look on his face as he smirked. He could feel the cook’s curiosity spike along with a healthy spark of excitement at not knowing what Zoro was talking about.

“Hey no way-“ Sanji said holding his arms out to keep Zoro at arms length till they were pretty much fighting again. “Don’t push me, Marimo.” Sanji warned with a growl as they both shoved at each other, Zoro trying to torment him and Sanji just trying to avoid whatever it was the other man was plotting to do to him.

But then it sort of struck Sanji, and he felt his heart stutter at the realisation-

Wait, does Zoro want me back? 

Yes, you stupid fucking blonde

Don’t call me stupid!

I’m just calling you what you are, asshole.

But are you sure, we’re nakama you lump of fucking seaweed! I’m not just saying a one and done thing- not like what Franky fucking tried to say-

So that’s what Franky said to piss you off. 

Zoro had no idea why they could hear each other's thoughts then with perfect clarity, maybe it was because of the fact they were both still full of adrenaline and excitement. Maybe it was that fondness that was seeping into Zoro’s bones as they spoke without saying a word, just as it was doing with Sanji. But he didn’t mind. Zoro couldn’t help but let out a barking laugh at the fact Franky suggesting they both have a fling was what pissed Sanji off to such a degree, could even picture the plate flying at the blue haired man’s head.

“I mean it Zoro-“ Sanji hissed as he shoved his hand into Zoro’s face and pushed hard, but Zoro was still laughing, grin firmly stuck in place even as Sanji continued. “Zoro-“

“Cook, I’m positive I want you. I’ve known for a while, now get your hand out of my face before I throw you in the sea.” Zoro warned, tone bordering on frustration at how slow the other man was being on the uptake. Sanji stopped then as he let go of the swordsman completely.

Sanji stood squinting at him as he crossed his arms over his chest. “So why haven’t you ever said anything?”

“Because I thought you were straight and you've never shown interest before now-“

“Okay the first part is- whatever, I can maybe understand it. But the second part, I may have only just fully leaned into it from hearing your thoughts, but I have made it obvious for years that there was an interest-“ Sanji had his hands together then and Zoro squinted back at the cook with disbelief.

“How?” Zoro deadpanned.

“Do you see me kicking anyone else’s ass on the regular?” Sanji said as if it was obvious.

“Are you serious?” Zoro put his head in his hands as he let out a sigh. “How was I supposed to know that was you… why would you think I’d pick up on that, shit cook?”

“I can’t answer that…Carne and Patty used to do that shit all the time, I guess it’s just something I assumed you did when you were comfortable with someone in that sense.” Sanji said as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, patting his pockets for his cigarettes before looking around in a panic. “My cigs-“ Sanji was cut off by Zoro’s roaring laughter after what he said had finally sunk in. Sanji could smack the overgrown moss around the back of the head but he opted to just leave the man stood behind the mast as he searched for his cigarettes with a scowl now plastered on his face.

Fucking Marimo Bastard.

“Hey Luffy.” Sanji said casually as he finally found his cigarettes within the grass on deck. Picking them up he pulled one out and lit it.

“Yea?” Luffys attention was with him in an instant as Sanji took a drag.

“If you can throw Zoro into the sea, I’ll make you bacon sandwiches for lunch.”

“ZOROOOOOOOOO-“ Luffy was up in and instant, arms stretching as he wrapped them around the mast and swung himself around the giant pillar of wood in a huge circle in an attempt to scope out the swordsman, somehow missing the obvious. “You guys have got to help me find Zoro!” Luffy shouted at the rest of the crew and Sanji could see the green haired man sneaking up the stairs in his peripheral vision but he didn’t say anything.

I’ll get you back for this dart-brow, just you wait till later.

“You have 20 minutes to find him or we’re having sandwiches.” Sanji said, he had no idea how Luffy had missed him but he was going to enjoy watching them hunt for him. Them being Usopp and Luffy as they ran into the nearest door in a blind panic.

Don’t threaten me with a good time, Marimo.

Hope yall are enjoying so far!

No first kiss yet tho, we all know they’re a little weird and backwards so why would they do that shit first?

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A little… Handsy

Sanji couldn’t help but laugh as he walked into the kitchen, those idiots had ten minutes left and they still hadn’t found Zoro. I wonder where he’s actually hidden?

He couldn’t stay out in the sun too long, especially not after fighting with the oversized Moss ball. He needed some water and to cool off. Luckily he’d already prepared the sandwiches for lunch so there wouldn’t be much to do until dinner time. After downing a glass of water he put the glass on the side, walking around to the walk in cupboard he was a little suspicious to find it unlocked. He could have sworn he’d locked it this morning after breakfast. Making his way inside he blinked a little in the darkness, fumbling for the light switch for a moment until he heard the floor creak. A weight shifted. Someone was in here with him.

It’s me love cook, keep quiet.

The door locked and then Sanji felt hot breath against his neck and a calloused hand on his own, pulling his hand away from the light switch. Sanji might not have been able to see Zoro, but he could feel the other man. Hell he could smell him to… the fresh sweat on Zoro’s skin just exaggerated his natural scent and there was something else to, a hint of sandalwood, subtle and soft with- cinnamon? Must be his shampoo.

“You’re hiding in my cupboard?” Sanji whispered, hoping the other man could feel his eyes roll before there was a low hum of confirmation as Sanji found Zoro’s shoulder in the dark, draping his arm over the man’s neck for some semblance of extra balance in the pitch blackness. The hand that had pulled his own from the light switch was now gripping his bare waist and Sanji shivered as hot breath on his neck turned into the swordsman’s mouth against his skin. Zoro was warm, so warm to the touch and Sanji let his eyes close as he sighed, he didn’t know what he’d expected Zoro to be like, but this… This was nice. His mouth moved slowly, lips brushing against his skin as the swordsman seemed to breathe him in. Then teeth grazed the spot just under his jaw and Zoro’s tongue flicked out during a particularly languid kiss against his neck and Sanji stiffened a little, a small huff of air leaving him as his other free hand wrapped itself around Zoro’s neck as well, short nails scratching at the swordsman’s nape before carding up through his hair… it was soft, so much softer than what Sanji expected it to be- than he’d noticed while they were still outside.

“Easy Marimo.” Sanji hummed gently, he could feel that simmering heat that wasn’t his own just yet, crawling down that little connection they shared.

Zoro’s breath hitched in the dark as slender fingers fisted in his hair, a bolt of heat shot south not a second later as he let out a growl. “Follow your own advice, Curly.” Zoro felt like his skin was burning, maybe he shouldn’t have started this in the pitch black of Sanjis supply cupboard. But he didn’t particularly want to stop either. Didn’t even know where this would take them, and he didn’t mind either, not really.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” Sanji breathed out.

 Zoro felt the hand that wasn’t in his hair drag itself back, over his shoulder, down his chest. Felt his heart hammering as Sanji grazed past a nipple so casually, seeming to ignore the way his whole body twitched as he continued lower still. Fingertips gliding down his middle, dipping into troughs and crevices of muscle, skating so effortlessly past his bellybutton, all the way to to his waist band- Zoro jolted, a gasping breath escaping him, then another. His head sagging against the blonde’s shoulder as Sanji pressed his palm against the beginning of the tent in Zoro’s briefs. The cook seemed to hum into his ear then, that thick dripping lust rushing down their connection accompanied by satisfaction. Zoro couldn’t help it, his cock twitched in Sanjis’ hand as the sound of that low hum shook him to his bones.

“You know, by the feel of things Zoro, these aren’t going to hide anything when you eventually get out of this cupboard.” Sanji crooned with amusement as Zoro tightened his hand on Sanjis waist, tilting his head up so he could sink his teeth into the crook of Sanjis neck and suck. That devilish hand was off him in an instant, and the hand in his hair tightened again as the blonde let out a stuttered groan.

“Then stop touching.” Zoro ground out between his teeth. The blonde was an absolute menace, he should have expected as much really.

“You started it, Marimo.” Sanji grumbled, his voice seemingly annoyed even as his nails scratched needily at Zoro’s scalp.

You want me to finish it too? I can wrap my hand around your neck if you want.

“Bite me you cheeky- ah” Sanji found himself eating his words as Zoro did exactly as he’d asked and bit down on him again, lapping at his shoulder with a slow drag of his tongue before sucking another bruising mark into his skin. Then they both stood stock still as they heard Luffy and Usopp barrel into the kitchen. Because the pair were like a whirlwind, opening cupboards and slamming doors. Sanji even heard the table shift. What the fuck are they doing to my kitchen?

“You think he’d hide in the supply cupboard-“

“No way man, Sanji would kick him into the sea himself, plus it’s locked and Sanji is the only one with the key.” Usopp said matter of factly. “The one place we haven’t checked!! His and Robins room! How could we forget?!” Usopp screeched as they both scrambled again and there was another slammed door as thundering footsteps sprant away from the kitchen. 

Zoro and Sanji both let out a breath before Zoro gripped Sanjis other hip and pulled the man closer, both of their breaths stuttering slightly when they ended up groin to groin. Hips flush against one another, arousals pressed between them. “Sorry.” Zoro managed as he pulled back a bit, he hadn’t meant to do that, had just wanted the blonde closer to him.

There’s no way that was Sanjis…

“Zoro… we’re still connected, why are you- pleasantly surprised?” What is he thinking isn’t mine??

“Don’t hit me?” Zoro asked carefully as they still stood in the pitch black of the cupboard.

“Of course I won’t- fucking hell Marimo-“ Sanji hissed out as Zoro’s hand was suddenly wrapped around him over his shorts. He’d been flagging a little from Luffy and Usopp's intrusion but not now, good god, not now. 

“That is a surprise.” Zoro hummed thoughtfully as he stroked his knuckles up Sanjis length, Sanji felt his full body shiver at the action.

“Behave or I swear I’ll have your face pressed into this god damn door Marimo.” Sanji bit out, and he meant it, he didn’t care how big Zoro was, if the other man had more physicality than him. He’d screw him stupid against the back of the cupboard door in the dark if he kept on going with this shit. It wouldn’t be wise, at all, but as soon as Sanji had felt the man’s hand on him there, all his patience had vanished.

There was a moment of silence between them as Zoro dropped his hand, their shared panting breaths the only sound filling the space before Zoro spoke. “That doesn’t sound like a bad thing…”

Sanji blinked in the darkness, his breath pausing as his throat constricted on repeat, every rational thought momentarily leaving his body. Because he felt Zoro’s arousal at the idea wrap around him, soak him through with that heady searing heat. Even if he was a little surprised by the fact the Marino was seemingly so willing. “You'd let me fuck you?” Sanji said bluntly and Zoro just let out a filthy chuckle into the darkness.

“Let you? I want you too?” Zoro said as casually as anything, as if he wasn’t offering himself to Sanji to absolutely dishevel later. “I’m confused cook, you sound sort of… shocked?” Zoro said as he turned on the light in the cupboard, momentarily blinding the both of them as they both squinted at each other.

Sanji looked across at Zoro who was stood there in nothing but those small black trunks with his hands on his hips, hips tilted slightly as he wore an open look of confusion on his face that encouraged Sanji to spit out what was going on in his head with no judgment. “I just sort of expected that you’d want to be doing the fucking most of the time.”

Zoro let out a playful snort as he smirked, an eyebrow quirking up at the comment. “I mean I do want to, but not all the time, call me what you want, but I’m not against laying on my back and looking pretty.” 

Sanji felt the blood vessel in his nose burst as soon as Zoro finished his sentence, taking the man in, stood there all broad shoulders and raw muscle, his voice still an octave lower than it usually was, all square jaw and thick arms with perfectly tanned skin and scars. The physical personification of masculine- and Zoro was just so comfortable and un phased by admitting that he didn’t mind- that he preferred to take rather than give. Sanjis nose was dripping by this point and he had to wipe it on the back of his hand as he blinked at the Marimo. “What about laying on your front…?” 

Zoro wet his lips as he started chuckling, his eyes creasing in the corners as a grin pulled at his lips while he laughed. Shrugging slightly as flush dusted his cheeks. “Are you going to be able to cope with that shit cook, or are you gunna lose too much blood out of your nose?”

Sanji smirked in return and felt a sharp pang of arousal flash through him at Zoro’s blatant teasing. “Depends how pretty you look with your face pressed into the pillow.” He quipped as he folded his arms over his chest and let his eyes rake over Zoro’s chest blatantly before there was a pang of heat on the Marimos side. Sanji looked up to see that flush across the man’s cheeks grow a deeper shade of red as Hazel eyes darted to the side and the man’s brows quirked as he snorted.

“C’mon, times up now, we don’t have to hide.”

“You might want to give it another minute, Marimo.” Sanji said as he looked down not at a tent, but a rather obvious outline of Zoro’s dick pressing against the fabric of the trunks. It was pressed flat against his body, pointed diagonally towards the swordsman’s hip. Sanji quirked a brow at the sight, it was thick, much like the rest of the swordsman, lengthy too. Maybe not as long as Sanjis, but only by around half an inch.

Zoro pulled at the briefs a bit as Sanji stared, his hip twitching to the side in what seemed to be irritation as Sanji caught a glimpse of green hair beneath the waistband of the man’s shorts. “Maybe these are too small- nothing’s sitting right.” Zoro complained, completely oblivious to the fact he’d sent the cooks brain into overdrive until he felt heat crash into him. “What the-“

“Do you have green hair down there too?” Sanji asked as his nose continued to bleed. That had Zoro huffing out a laugh again as he playfully leaned forward and scratched at Sanjis goatee with his fingers and thumb. Sanji felt like he was frozen beneath the fond heat in Hazel eyes for a moment, even as the swordsman continued to snicker at him.

“You’ll have to wait and see, Shit head. Get out of the cupboard and er-“ Zoro paused as he quirked his brows up with a mirthful look on his face even if he looked mildly guilty. “Maybe find a shirt to put on too.” Zoro was pushing past Sanji then, opening the door to the cupboard as he flicked the Blonde’s hip playfully.

Sanji pulled one of the shiniest glass bottles off the shelf in-front of him with confusion, looking at himself in the glass he frowned before he swore, hickies- he’s left two huge fucking love bites- how are they that red? 

Or you could leave the shirt off cook, be pretty funny to see everyone confused, they might even think you’re having an allergic reaction to something.

I’m allergic to you, you bastard! I don’t mind hickies but you- are you trying to piss me off?

Maybe a little bit, you’re hot when you’re angry.

Sanji let out a sigh as he flexed his jaw at that particular admission from the swordsman. He’d never expected Zoro to be so open… especially with him, but almost as soon as Sanji had said he didn’t want them to be a one and done thing it was like flicking a switch. Well almost… Zoro was still Zoro, but it was like Sanji got to see the reason behind half of the shit the man pulled now. Like his eyes had been opened to the way the Marimos mind worked, why he did things, the feelings behind the actions. Zoro was a lot more complex than he’d initially thought- or was he easier to understand now? Now that Sanji wasn’t looking at the man like some platonic pain in his ass nakama. How had Zoro kept his interest under wraps? And for how long? Because Sanji felt that affection in some of the man’s thoughts, felt them wrap around him, felt the man’s concern for him too at times. Zoro cared about him. 

For fuck sake, I actually care about the bastard too.

The door opened again and Zoro stuck his head in the gap with raised brows. “Have your crisis another time, Curly. You’re overthinking. Here.” Zoro grunted with an eye roll as he threw Sanji a shirt before he shut the door over, footsteps fading away before Sanji heard the kitchen door shut.

*Sigh*

They’re idiots. 

But I like to think after knowing each other for so long, even though the dynamic would be new, they’d still have a sense of ease with one another. (Between the bickering and fighting of course)

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Here we go again

(this scene was majorly inspired by Zosan art. Made by vidrith on tumblr. Check them out if you get the chance they’re amazing ❤️)

It had been three days since Zoro had admitted to the cook about hearing his thoughts- since they’d both admitted that they could hear each other. Things hadn’t changed much, not that Zoro expected it or wanted it to. They’d had a decent amount of good fights in that time too, even if things were slightly different now. But it wasn’t a bad change. He was starting to learn things about the cook, and himself actually, that he hadn’t realised, and it had happened so naturally… The cook had started touching him more, not like that, but casually. There’d be a hand on his shoulder every so often, the ghost of a touch at his lower back that sometimes lingered. Even a hand on his hips to manually move him out of the way- but even when he’d been shifted out of the cooks way the grip would loosen, but not leave him entirely.

 But what was really driving Zoro insane was when that hand on his shoulder sometimes snaked around the back of his neck when they were alone. The cook would be leaning into him, casually smoking a cigarette, and they’d be talking about something completely unrelated- but dexterous fingers would stroke up and down the side of his neck, dancing in the juncture under his jaw at times and eventually pale fingers would be toying with his earrings. It was so comfortable, but so intimate in a way that never failed to steal every single ounce of Zoro’s attention, he couldn’t help but lean into it. It felt nice. What was unexpected was that Sanji seemed to enjoy it as much as he did. Even with this link between them they’d never openly acknowledged it, but the feeling was there. A sense of contentment always seemed to wash over them both, a comforting calm. 

It didn’t drive Zoro insane because he didn’t like it, no it was driving him insane because he did. It made him want to be affectionate to the blonde. More than he already was. Because he’d learned that too, just as he’d learned the cook was apparently a fan of physical contact. Learned that he was similarly inclined just in slightly different ways.

 Sanji had brought him food to the crows nest twice these past few days, and both times he’d sat next to him while he ate on one of the benches, hips turned at an angle so he could cross his legs over and stretch them out across Zoro’s lap. Zoro had instinctively pulled them further into his lap, squeezed the man’s shin under his palm as he ate. Constantly found himself with one hand on the blonde's waist, regardless of if it needed to be there, Sanji stood in front of him while he was trying to reach past him to grab booze? His hand was already squeezing the blonde's waist, even as he leaned over him. The cooks hair too… Zoro couldn’t stop himself from touching it when the others weren’t around. Fleeting touches, rolling the ends of golden strands between his fingers, even scratching his nails gently up the nape of Sanji’s neck, his fingers only just breaking the hairline before he’d drag them back down. Even the man’s facial hair, that fucking goatee. Maybe not as much, but he liked how it felt against his skin, when he’d first scratched at the Cooks chin in the cupboard it had scratched some sort of long denied itch at the back of Zoro’s brain to finally know what it felt like.

Zoro wasn’t sure if the others had noticed much of a change if he was honest, not that he cared, nor did he think the rest of the crew would either. Though they probably should go and tell chopper about the symptoms at some point.

“Hey, Marimo.” Sanji’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts as he continued to drink from the bottle of sake in his hand, watching the cook across the way from him in his blue shirt and black tie. Pink apron donned as he whisked some sort of batter in a bowl.

Zoro hummed to let the cook know he was listening even if he was a little distracted as he took in Sanji’s rolled up sleeves, watching as the muscles in pale forearms flexed with each turn of the whisk. No thoughts really going on in his head at all as he felt as though he was just floating on a feeling of blissful contentment.

“Make yourself useful and get me some sugar, I’m all out.” Sanji’s voice was sharp, focused, but not unkind. Still a far cry from whatever Zoro currently was as he put the empty bottle down and pulled himself off the counter. Sugar? sure if that’s what you want.

Zoro waltzed over to where Sanji was stood whisking, coming to stand behind the cook, his hand finding the blonde's waist as it had been doing frequently in the past few days. “Got your sugar right here, Curly.” Zoro hummed, squeezing Sanji’s waist as the man turned into him and Zoro had his free hand wrapping around Sanji’s front, cupping a lightly stubbled jaw as he pressed his lips against the cooks. 

Zoro had been moving without thought. Hadn’t even registered the cook could mean anything else by his request for sugar. 

But hell, the feeling that ripped through him when their lips met was close to ecstasy. Because Sanji’s lips pressed back against his own, they were soft too, pressing against his own in earnest, and it wasn’t just heat that barreled into him. It was feverent hunger, and it wasn’t just Sanji’s… Their lips moved in the most languid sweeps against each other, the intensity of it only growing until Sanji’s tongue grazed against his lower lip and Zoro felt something carnal grip him like a vice as he opened his mouth. Their tongues sliding against one another for the first time had Zoro groaning and he vaguely heard a clatter against the counter before he felt something hard slam into his back and head as hands snaked their way into his coat, fingers splayed out on his chest. Zoro was gripping both sides of the cooks firm but slender waist hard where the man was pressed flush against him, pressing him into the wall.

There was a cough. A delicate, but polite, clearing of the throat.

Sanji pulled back with reluctance. Not the hurried jolt that Zoro would have expected. The cook stayed exactly where he was too, still pressing Zoro into the wall, hands still resting on his chest as they both turned to see who had walked in.

Robin. Of course it was Robin.

She smiled so politely too as they both just looked at her for a second with equally dumbfounded looks on their faces, lips swollen a little from kissing, and faces flushed. Zoro was waiting for Sanji to hit the roof, say something- even apologise. But he beat the cook to it before he could say anything at all.

“Not a word- to any of the others. Not yet.” Zoro said with finality that had Robin quirking a brow at him, a mirthful look in her eyes as she clearly found the authority on his tone somewhat amusing considering he was the one rammed into the wall.

“I only came to check how the cupcakes were coming along, Chopper is vibrating with excitement.” Robin said with a quiet laugh.

“That is not the type of sugar that I meant you Idiot.” Sanji bit out but didn’t move a muscle as Zoro glared at him. “Robin-chan the cupcakes aren’t going to be ready for atleast an hour and a half I only started making the batter a few minutes ago before-“

“You got distracted by Mr Swordsman?” Robin said fondly and Sanji blushed as he pushed off Zoro gently and straightened his apron out. Zoro was kind of worried the man was inwardly seething with him with how silent their connection was.

Where the hell did you learn to kiss like that?

Relief washed over Zoro when he felt the obvious interest mixed with heat and affection float down their connection and found himself letting out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding.

“My fault.” Zoro grumbled quietly, straightening his jacket up where Sanji had nearly pushed it off his shoulders. His lips were still tingling where the cooks had been pressed against them, it was intoxicating. He wanted them back on him, he wanted Robin to fuck off. He leveled her with a look then, a look him and Robin shared often. He trusted Robin not to say anything, it was for Sanji’s sake more than his own, but he would have to speak to her later in private.

“I’ll relay the message to Chopper.” She said with a smile and Sanji cringed.

“Apologies you had to see that, Robin chan.” Sanji added, his cheeks still a lovely shade of pink as Zoro found himself crossing his arms as he remained leaned against the wall he’d been rammed into not two minutes prior.

“Cook san, it’s nothing to apologise for. Though I’d perhaps advise locking the door next time. Enjoy.” She said softly, the barest hint of amusement in her tone as she walked back towards the dining rooms inner door and shut it behind her.

“You-“ Sanji lifted a finger, aiming it accusingly in Zoro’s direction.

“Hey don’t start pointing fingers here,you weren’t complaining while it was happening-“

“I’m still not complaining, I’m just- where was your head at to think that’s what I meant by sugar.” Sanji said as he covered his face with both hands were he leaned over the kitchen counter. Zoro was worried for a minute when he noticed the cooks shoulders shaking. 

“Cook?” Is he upset? Zoro felt his brows raise when he heard Sanji’s laughter reach his ears, felt mirth fill him from the blonde across from him before he folded his arms over his chest and snorted at the cook in disbelief. “Alright, quit it. I'm surprised you’re finding this funny and not freaking out.”

“Please. You’re not that ugly Marimo, kissing you isn’t traumatising or anything.” Sanji snorted as he walked around to the supply cupboard and came back after a second with the sugar he originally needed.

“I’m not talking about me- and gee thanks asshole- I’m talking about the fact Robin saw us.” Zoro said with an eye roll, arms still folded over his chest defiantly.

“Oh shit… you’re right.” Sanji seemed to pause in pouring the sugar into the bowl he’d originally been whisking as a thousand thoughts seem to flash across his face in half a second. “You told her not to say anything though-right?”

“Yea.” Zoro said slowly raising a brow as the cooks demeanour seemed to change ever so slightly, the telling signs of a bad mood creeping in before Zoro added. “I assumed you’d wanna talk about it first before the entire crew found out, you know- incase you didn’t want anyone knowing that you’re…” Zoro trailed off scratching at the back of his neck awkwardly. 

You said that for my sake?

Yea…

“That I’m bi? Or that I’m entertaining the thought of our resident Mossball?” Sanji asked with a quirked brow and a smirk now back on his face as Zoro scowled at that.

“Don’t be a dick- if that turns out to be the reason then you can go fuck yourself.” Zoro couldn’t help but growl out, he wasn’t against seeing where this went, he liked the cook. But he wasn’t going to be some dirty fucking secret.

Sanji snorted, a sort of soft sound that was accompanied by a faint caress of reassurance down their connection. “Fuck me yourself, you coward.”

That wasn’t my thoughts at all Marimo. But I do think we should keep it discreet in some instances.

“Why?” Zoro said as he pushed off the wall till he was stood at Sanji’s back again, both hands on the man’s hips as he rested his chin on the blonde’s shoulder.

“Because idiot, do you really want our enemies to find out and to try and use that shit against us.” Sanji hissed in annoyance, but Zoro could feel the blondes possessiveness wrap around him for a moment before it was gone.

Huh, I’d never thought about it like that. “I’d never thought-“

Yohohohoooo there’s a boat everybody- not a ship but- a sail boat?

Brooks confused voice sounded down the tannoy and Zoro took one look at Sanji before they both ran from the kitchen and out onto the deck alongside the rest of the crew.

Little surprise incoming,

but I promise yall it’s just to make our cook a lil jealous;)

Chapter Text

Old friends in new places

forgotten looks and kind faces

“A sail boat? This far out? That can’t be good.” Sanji muttered as they both ran to the edge of the ship, leaning over the railing like the rest of the crew to get a better look at the thing. Brook wasn’t wrong… how the hell hadn’t it capsized?

“Oi Oi, there’s something on that boat. I can’t see what but there’s a sort of cover, there’s definitely something underneath it.” Usopp said plainly, his tone curious before he pulled his gaze away from his telescope and looked confused. “There’s a cat?”

“Give me that.” Nami hissed yanking the thing out of the snipers hands as she peered towards the little boat. She stilled after her eyes caught site of the boat. “There is a cat… a little black cat poking its head out from under the blanket.”

“We gotta save the cat.” Luffy said seriously, folding his arms on his chest defiantly.

“Captain, the cat may not be the only thing on the boat.” Robin added. But Luffy shook his head.

“It doesn’t matter, whatever else is on the boat we’ll handle it, somebody could be in trouble or there could be… more cats.” Luffy said as he gave Franky a look, one that clearly meant the captain wanted that boat pulled alongside and checking.

“Luffy, do you feel that?” Zoro said, his hairs standing on end as something strange tingled at the back of his mind. Sanji bristled beside him aswell, shivering slightly. It wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling but just, something wasn’t entirely normal about what was under that cover on the small boat, something that had a different energy about it.

“There’s something else on that boat.” The cook muttered quietly, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, Zoro didn’t know if it was from impatience or anxiety over whatever was to come, but Luffy shrugged.

“I can feel it yea, but if they’re in trouble, we gotta try and help.” He said it as though it was the simplest thing in the world, as if they couldn’t possibly be falling into a trap. Couldn’t possibly be inviting a potential threat right onto their ship.

Franky managed to get the boat alongside them and before the blue haired man had even started to hook the thing up to pull it up to deck height Luffy was reaching down to grab the small black cat with green eyes that was meowing up at them all with urgency. It didn’t resist when Luffy wrapped his hands around it and brought it up to the deck with stretched limbs. “He is so cuteeeeeeee.” Usopp said as he scratched under the chin of the cat who immediately started purring. “Look! There’s another one!” Usopp said as he pointed to a ginger striped cat who was now poking his head out from under the beige tarp covering the boat that was progressively getting higher and higher as Franky cranked the crane to lift it up to deck.

“We’re gunna need some cat food at the next island.” Sanji huffed as he folded his arms seemingly annoyed.

“You don’t like cats?” Zoro asked with a raised brow.

“I never said that, I love cats, but they’re extra mouths to feed.” Sanji said with an eye roll. But fondness found its way to him nonetheless, along with a silent comment.

I always had you figured for a cat person

Shut up, Marimo… what about you? Do you like cats.

Yea they’re alright- sort of remind me of someone I used to know though.

Damn, sorry 

What? They’re not dead or anything, least I hope not.

Oh good.

Franky lifted the tarp slightly to peak underneath then before he swore, and it wasn’t like Franky to swear. “Where’s Chopper- someone get Chopper! There’s a guy under here- he doesn’t look too super…” He said as he continued cranking the crane faster than before. Sanji and Zoro looked at eachother and swallowed before Sanji sprant up the deck and up the stairs all the way to the sick bay before he slammed through the door.

“Chopper we need you- someone’s on the boat-“ Choppers face was the picture of panic as he flew out of the room alongside Sanji. Sanji was jogging down the stairs and he could see it now, the tarp had been pulled back and there was a man, with long red hair and pale skin strewn out on the bottom of that boat. Clearly passed out, dehydrated and god knows what else. Wearing nothing more than faded and ripped denim jeans a faded white shirt, boots and a leather apron? There was more cats too, three others running around deck now while two of them seemed to be balancing on the railing watching over the man in the boat.

“Alright assholes! Out of the way!” Chopper roared as he puffed up in size to grab the man off the boat before carrying him back up the stairs right past Sanji. Whoever the guy was, his hair was ridiculously long, the same colour as Namis was but it must have went down to at least his mid back when standing, it fell in waves and caught the breeze as Chopper soared past him. He didn’t get a good look at the guys face though.

Sanji walked back down to deck then confused as anything before he turned his attention back to the rest of the crew. Robin was looking at Zoro and Zoro was looking at the sailboat in shocked horror. Come to think of it, everyone was looking at the swordsman.

“You know him, Zoro.” Luffy said, it wasn’t so much as a question but rather a statement of fact.

“Maverick, did you say his name was Mr Swordsman?” Robin asked gently.

“Yea…Eustass Maverick.” Zoro muttered mostly to himself as half of the crews jaws hit the floor. Namis brows just raised. Robin looked rather intruiged and Usopp looked downright terrified.

“He’s certainly better looking than his brother if that’s the case-“ Namis words were promptly cut off by a shaking Usopp.

“We should toss him overboard!” Usopp interrupted their navigator with wide eyes and jittering teeth. “Who knows what he’s capable of!”

“But he’s not done anything to us.” Luffy said with a confused head tilt at their sniper before Sanji folded his arms. How in the hell does Zoro know this guy, a relation to Kid? Eustass Kid? What the fuck.

“Not yet.” Sanji said lowly. Zoro’s attention snapped to him in an instant, and it wasn’t the playful looks he was used to getting either. It was very real, honest anger that also snapped to Usopp straight afterwards.

“Nobody is going near him till he wakes up.” Zoro growled and Usopp immediately stilled where he was stood, Luffy put a hand on Zoro’s shoulder then as he smiled, easing some of the tension in Zoro’s shoulders instantly.

“Of course they aren’t- how do you know him anyway, you never mentioned him before Zoro.” Luffy spoke, curiosity piqued.

Zoro let out a sigh as he reached into the sailboat, picking up a rather strange looking curved sword from within the vessel, holding it like he was familiar with it. “I’ve known him since I was 17, didn’t know him by anything other than Maverick then. Shimotsuki Kouzaburou was my grandfather, and one of the greatest swordsmiths to ever live. Mav came to my village as a stowaway, some ship from the south blue coming back to the east blue. I don’t know how he heard about my grandfather but he was adamant he was going to become the best blacksmith- and well, the best swordsmith in the world…” Zoro spoke distantly as he eyed the sword in his hand. “He wanted to learn from the best. He’d been working in the forge for a whole year before I met him, not bad with a sword himself too when he actually started training at the dojo.”

“He stowed away on a ship to get to your village, you say? The journey from south blue to east blue is a long one, is he the same age as you?” Robin asked carefully.

“Nah, he’s older, Kids slightly younger twin, found that out later, two whole years later.” Zoro scoffed. “Not that I knew who Kid was at the time but Maverick wasn’t really keen on people knowing they were related, they’re nothing alike.” Zoro added with a finality that nobody questioned.

“So what, he’s like 23? So if he’d been in the forge for a year before you met him…” Nami put her hand to her chin in thought.

“He’d have maybe only just turned 18 when he got to your village.” Usopp said with a heavy sigh. “All on his own? I mean I know I joined at 17 but I had you guys.”

“Is he a pirate too?” Luffy asked with hope in his eyes and Zoro just let out a half laugh.

“I haven’t seen any wanted posters with that name.” Sanji said matter of factly as he watched Zoro carefully, the man’s gaze was distant, almost fond as he stared back down at the blade in his hand, is that a smile pulling at that seaweed's mouth?

“I don’t know, we parted ways just before I met you guys. Ain’t got a clue the type of shit he’s got involved with.” Zoro smirked when he found something on the handle of the blade he’d seemingly been looking for. “You sneaky bastard.” He muttered before pressing his thumb against the slight indentation in the metal. The blade shot upward as the handle seemed to extend into a long pole before it locked into place. The strange short curved sword now at its full height to reveal its true nature as a war scythe.

“THATS SO COOLLLLLLLL.” Usopp and Luffy said in unison before Zoro pointed the thing at them to keep them away from coming over to grab it out of his hands.

You know him pretty well don’t you, Marimo... Interesting. “I’m gunna go check to see if our guest needs some food making for when he wakes up.” Sanji said matter of factly, flicking his cigarette out over the railing now it was done. Maybe check how attractive this guy is too… I’ve just got the Marimo, I’m not having some asshole from his past come and steal his attention away from me. Why the hell did Zoro get so defensive anyway, it’s not like we’d actually throw the man overboard while he was unconscious.

Oi, cook. Hurry up.

Why?

I want to kiss you again 

Sanji couldn’t help but smirk as he headed up the stairs.

It wasn’t a bad first kiss you know Marimo, even if you interrupted my baking.

Jeez I must be good if you’re complimenting me on it.

Don’t get arrogant, you jerk, or you’ll be kissing the deck when I kick you to the ground.

There was thick amusement with smugness wrapping around Sanji then, it hugged him like a blanket even as he knocked on the door to the infirmary. Chopper didn’t reply so Sanji let himself in, the man was laid out on a bed, Chopper had taken the apron off him and folded it on a counter and was currently pressing what looked to be cold wet sponges across the man’s chest and neck. The man was already hooked up to a drip and Sanji could only guess that the little reindeer was checking the man’s blood type to, if the small vial of blood that now stood on the counter was any indication.

“His name’s Maverick.” Sanji offered when the reindeer didn’t comment on his entry after a few minutes of quiet.

“Yea I know, the cats have already told me.” Chopper said with a sigh, Sanji had only just noticed that two of the cats had wormed their way into the room as the small black one began rubbing its head under the chin of the blacksmith, purring loudly. “I know you want him to wake up Sooty, but it’s going to take a little time…” Chopper said quietly, seeming to speak directly to the smaller black cat as it stared at him, it gave him a slow blink before it stopped headbutting the pale man’s chin and instead curled up directly beside the man’s head. “They’re really worried about him, say he looks after them better than any other ship they’ve been on.”

“Does he need any food for when he wakes up? Do they?” Sanji asked quietly, the man can’t be all that bad if he cares for animals I suppose.

“Are you guys hungry? What does Maverick like?” Chopper asked, the response was instantaneous. There was a meow from behind Sanji as the ginger cat rubbed against his legs affectionately, and the black cat let out a gentle meow too but remained where it was curled at the side of the blacksmiths head. “They’re hungry, anything fish they don’t mind. They say Maverick sometimes forgets to eat but they see him eating ham and cheese omelettes a lot of the time, but he likes sushi too- and chocolate- guys I don’t think Sanji needs a comprehensive list. Why don’t you go with Sanji to the kitchen for some food? I’ll take care of him till you get back.” The black cat seemed to consider this quietly before it stretched and came towards the edge of the bed. Sanji stuck his hand out tentatively and the creature purred as soon as his hand met its head.

“How long do you think he’ll be out Chopper?” Sanji asked, Chopper seemed to tilt his head and shake it in disbelief before he looked up at Sanji with uncertainty.

“It’s hard to say, he’s severely dehydrated, I don’t think he’s eaten in days either- they say they've been floating at sea for a week… it’s a miracle he’s alive, they ran out of water 3 days ago- give it a few hours and I’ll be able to give you a better assessment.” Chopper said firmly, a look of determination on his face that had Sanji smiling. He put his free hand on the reindeers shoulder. Taking in the red haired man’s features as he did so, the man had an angular jaw much like his brother, his nose, though strong, wasn't as wide at the base like Kids was, nor was his mouth quite as wide and unsettling. The blacksmith was all around quietly handsome, at least with his eyes closed. High cheekbones and well groomed brows with stubble scattering the man’s jaw where he clearly hadn’t been able to shave. Sanji didn’t want to believe he’d have to compete for the Marimos affection, but a small part of him grumbled that he’d probably have to settle for the swordsman’s split attention at least for a few days after the man had woke up. Just how close were they?… is he the Marimos type? Were they ever involved?

“You’ll get him back on his feet Chopper, don’t worry. Best doctor I’ve ever known, that's for sure.” Sanji spoke before he was being shooed out by a flustered chopper who was telling him to stop complimenting him while calling him an asshole.

The cats followed Sanji out, back down onto the deck and up the stairs, right into the path of the swordsman as they headed towards the kitchen. The black cat immediately running at the swordsman before it pounced onto Zoro’s back, claws digging into the Marimos green coat as it crawled its way up his back. Zoro winced as he twisted around to try and get a look at what was stabbing him before the cat was pressing its face into his cheek and Zoro let out a fond snort.

“Still kicking around old girl? Yea yea- I missed you too.” Zoro muttered as he turned to catch Sanji’s eye when he caught up to him. Tanned hands scratching under the cats chin affectionately as it sat so calmly on his shoulder like it belonged there. “Cook, you got a lot of new friends.” He glanced down at the other 4 cats now trailing behind the blonde with a smirk as Sanji rolled his eyes.

“They’re hungry. Sooty seems to like you.” Sanji said with a hum as they pushed through the kitchen doors. 

Sort of cute seeing you with a cat on your shoulder like that.

Zoro’s lips quirked at the corners as that thought slipped through their connection. “Keep doing what you’re doing Sooty, you’re making me look good. Mav always said you were a great wingwoman.” Zoro whispered quietly and Sanji’s brows shot up at that as he let out a rather undignified snort, even as the black cat seemed to tilt her head as if she was listening before she continued to push her head under Zoro’s jaw, eyes now locked on Sanji as she purred louder.

“Hey- off the counter tops, I’ll make you food and you can eat it at the table like everyone else but you’re not standing all over my kitchen counters.” Sanji frowned as two of the cats had jumped up onto the sides, they seemed to look at him puzzled before he heard a faint hiss from behind him. Turning he saw Sooty perched on Zoro’s shoulder still staring down at the other cats while casually cleaning her paw. When he turned back they were gone from the counter. Sooty is definitely the boss then.

“She’ll keep em in line, understands people better than the rest of them.” Zoro said matter of factly, stepping forward till his hand was on Sanji’s waist again. “Need a hand, cook?”

“Stir the rest of that cake batter for me would you? May as well make those cupcakes while I’m sorting the cats out. What does a man need with 5 cats anyway?” Sanji asked as he walked over to the cupboard, grabbing some salmon strips he’d been planning on making some sandwiches with later today and some tuna, as well as some carrots, he couldn’t exactly season anything because he knew enough to know that it wasn’t great for the animals health but he wasn’t about to not at least make it into a meal with a bit of variety for them.

“Damned if I know, only ever had two before. Sooty and Sunny- the ginger bastard by your feet.” Zoro said with a glare at the Ginger striped tabby, Sanji couldn’t help but be filled with amusement at the entire situation as he pulled out the chopping boards for the fish and veg, peeling the carrots into the sink as he washed them under the tap. 

Trust Zoro to have a cat as a nemesis. “You can pour that batter into trays now. But make sure you put the cupcake cases in the trays before you pour.” Sanji instructed, smirking when the Marimo grumbled about not being that stupid. He watched Zoro out of the corner of his eye as the man followed his instructions with minimal complaint. “Alright put them in the oven, middle shelf, it’s already pre heated so leave the rest to me.” Sanji watched Zoro again, doing as he was told so easily. It sort of sent a little bit of a thrill through him to have the Marimo doing as he was told, one that the swordsman apparently noticed if the raised brow as he turned around was anything to go by.

“Don’t go getting any wild ideas, Love cook. You’re still a huge pain in my ass.” Zoro quipped and Sanji let out a sly chuckle.

“Not yet I’m not.” Sanji said quietly, Zoro just glared at him despite the blatant flush on his cheeks as he folded his arms over his chest.

“You should know, before he wakes up…” Zoro said carefully as he turned his head to the side, briefly avoiding Sanji’s gaze.

Here we go, he’s going to tell me they used to screw. Sanji thought to himself as he raised a brow at the swordsman expectantly. Chopping the carrots now into tiny squares.

“He’s gunna know we’re er- seeing each other. He can read people way easier than anyone I’ve ever met- maybe even to the same degree Robin can.” Zoro said as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “He’s also a flirt, so don’t be surprised if he flirts with you.”

Sanji paused in his chopping then as he frowned quizzically. “With me? Why would he-“

“C’mon cook, don’t act dumb now. You know you look good. I’m just giving you forewarning, he’s usually subtle with it, even sort of funny with it, normally earns him a laugh or two. Sometimes people think he’s just joking around and being friendly, sometimes it is just that but- he’ll make it fucking obvious if he is interested. You might have to smack the shit out of him.” Zoro said matter of factly.

Sanji tilted his head a little at that in contemplation, Zoro really did know this guy well before they parted ways. “I don’t mind a little attention, flirting can be harmless. But I won’t hesitate to kick his ass if he oversteps.”

Glad to know you think I look good.

Zoro swallowed as he smirked, scratching at Sootys chin again as she remained on his shoulder. “He wouldn’t, he’s not like that…”

You’d look better on your knees.

“Marimo!” Sanji snapped as his face burned, a brief image flashing behind his eyes of his face pressing against Zoro’s crotch over the swordsman’s coat as a tanned hand tangled in his hair. “Not in my kitchen, take your perverted thoughts outta here and go workout or something.” Sanji said seething. He didn’t care if he was interested in the thought, didn’t care that it sent heat pooling straight to his dick where it twitched in his suit trousers. Not in the kitchen. It had already got them in enough trouble this morning.

“Fine fine- Oi.” Zoro huffed, now stood at Sanji’s side elbowing him expectantly as he frowned down at Sanji’s mouth.

“You are insatiable.” Sanji rolled his eyes as he smirked, pinching Zoro’s chin between his thumb and forefinger before he leaned in close, close enough to have their breaths mingling together. “Maybe I should teach you some patience?” Sanji said, voice full of mirth as he skated his thumb over Zoro’s bottom lip. It earned him a growl of frustration in return.

“Sanji.” Zoro grumbled, his frown still present even as Sanji pressed their foreheads together, his smirk only growing at the yearning that pulled at him from the swordsman, the want to close the gap between them. But it was being overridden by Zoros want for Sanji to be in control, at least for the time being, it was a closely guarded feeling, one built on affection for him. But Sanji couldn’t help but be curious about what the Swordsman would be like when they settled into this further, he clearly wanted Sanji at ease completely with whatever they were before he showed him any of that though, before the mossball would take control into his own hands with a little more freedom.

Say it again.

Zoro’s breath stuttered as that thought slipped between them, the heated undertones didn’t go amiss as tanned fingers tightened on Sanji’s hip.

“Sanji…” He breathed the name out quietly, like it was a plea, and Sanji couldn’t stop himself from tilting his head to meet Zoro’s mouth. It was chaste, a little more than a slow peck, Sanji’s tongue barely grazing Zoro’s bottom lip before he pulled back. 

He watched Zoro’s tongue dart out, flicking over his bottom lip where Sanji’s tongue had just been before Hazel eyes dropped to his mouth again. The frown was gone, replaced with a subtle look of contentment before Zoro gave him the slightest smile. Then that grip on his hip was gone, Zoro turned on his heels and headed out of the door, but that low heat down their connection lingered for a good while after.

Maybe I shouldn’t be so worried about him with this Maverick guy after all…

hope you guys are still enjoying and that this isn’t too much for ya (IK oc’s can be annoying, striving to focus on our two boys tho dw)

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A little bit spicy ahead

That low heat stuck around long after Sanji had finished the cupcakes and roasted the fish and veg to feed the cats. Until a sudden spike nearly winded him as he was tidying up, thankfully the cats had wandered off, choosing to explore the rest of the ship. 

Ughhh Cook, wanna help me out?

Sanji’s brain almost short circuited hearing Zoros voice in his head sound so breathless, what the hell was he doing, what was that spike in heat- another wave hit him then, fiercer than the last. An image flashed in Sanji’s minds eye then of him stood up, cig hanging from his lips as he looked down at- that had to be Zoro from the green coat hanging off bent knees- Sanji was untying his belt before the image was gone and he was panting as he braced against the counter. Why am I always washing dishes when whatever this shit is- happens?

Are you… touching yourself.

Not yet

Zoro- I’m- shit Marino, I’m trying to wash up can you-

Can’t wait that long Cook, talk to me

Sanji stopped washing up, like hell he could focus on the dishes when the Moss ball was messing with his head like this. He sounded rough down their connection, like he’d been ignoring the urge for way too long and now was at his wits end, gravely in a desperate sort of way. There was another slither of heat. But this time it wasn’t just a feeling, it was palpable- like it was a feeling caused by a sensation. Sanji sucked in a breath as he rushed to dry his hands. Fuck.

Did you just-

Yea…

Do it again.

Sanji shivered when that sensation washed over him again, if this was how this felt Sanji never wanted this strange positivity feedback loop to end. He could feel the heat pooling in his own stomach as his mouth filled with saliva. Zoro was somewhere on the ship right now, touching himself. He pulled up a chair at the table and promptly tucked himself in, shakily he pulled his cigs out of his pocket and put one in his mouth.

Keep going, I never said you had to stop

Felt you, you know- when you were in the shower before-

Sanji couldn’t help but flush at the memory, or was it the constant pleasure now emenating between them from Zoro? He didn’t really know. But he could feel heat creeping up his spine, he was hot under the collar already.

You have a hell of an imagination, Sanji

First naming me already? You must really want my mouth around you bad Marimo

Not as much as you want my hands around your neck though- but I wouldn’t complain-

About choking me or having me blow you?

Either- there is a way to do both 

Jokes on you Marimo, I don’t have a gag reflex, but you can picture fucking my face all you want if that’ll get you there quicker.

Fuck.

Sanji had only just lit the cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he felt molten heat coil low in his stomach, like a spring being wound up tight. There was a brief flash of his own face then, hazy down their connection through the heat and lust but still wrapped in affection even though he had tear streaked cheeks and swollen lips, a string of saliva connecting him to something he couldn’t quite see as more leaked from the corners of his mouth.

You’re so fuckin’ pretty- pisses me off

Sanji had to suck in a breath of air that wasn’t through the filter of his cigarette at that. Felt his own eyelids flutter a bit at the compliment, Zoro’s voice in his mind sounded raw, like nothing he’d ever heard him sound like before. His thoughts were stuttered, sort of jagged and half cut off like the rocks beneath a waterfall. It was hot… Sanji hadn’t ever thought he’d hear the swordsman like this, didn’t realise just how wound up he made the other man feel. Because his thoughts were so jittery like he couldn’t fixate on anything in particular, the only thing Zoro seemed to be really focused on was him. That was all that was coming through, clearer than anything. An unyielding want, bordering on a need, for Sanji. 

Zoro

There was a deep groan that rattled around Sanji’s mind as soon as he cast the swordsman’s name down the line between them. A panting groan, hot and thick with need, it clung to him much like the light sheen of sweat that was sticking to his skin as he felt Zoro getting closer. Sanji took another drag of his cigarette giving the room another cautionary glance as he pressed the heel of his palm against himself beneath the table, the friction didn’t do much besides make him ache for more.

Come on big guy, don’t hold back now. Wish I could see the look on your face, bet your cheeks are red- your ears too. You’re gunna look perfect when I cover your face with cum

Sanji-

Sanji couldn’t stop the gasp that tore its way from his throat as he felt that boiling pressure suddenly release like a punch to his gut, followed by wave after wave of pleasure that eventually simmered out into a dull but happy buzz. Not quite just happy but… satisfied. Sated. Sanji took a deep drag on his cigarette then before he blew out a plume of smoke, pinching at his leg to try and draw blood away from the painful tent in his trousers.

Fucking hell Marimo… are you good?

There was quiet down that connection for a good while before Zoro’s mind seemed to stir, has the idiot just almost fell asleep or something?

Matter of fact, no- I gotta clean up. Shit, Curly. You didn’t need to fuck me up so bad, you’re voice was more than enough.

Sanji’s brows both rose at that, a smirk tugging at his lips as he leaned back in the chair a little bit more relaxed now that Zoro wasn’t flooding their connection with intense waves of lust.

I didn’t realise just my voice could get you going-

Fuck off- stupid connection, I didn’t mean to send that through- yea- No Arghhh

Or was it the dirty talk

Knock it off cook- it was- fuck, please Sanji, give me a few minutes of peace I need to focus

Sanji wasn’t responsible for the way his body reacted to that whatsoever. The Marimo had just said the words please, followed by his name… Sanji’s heart hammered and he groaned as his dick twitched in his pants. He felt the Marimo groan internally too as Sanji’s heat barreled into him. A sort of fond intrigue crept down that connecting string between them in response.

You’re full of surprises, Cook. F ilthy surprises, but still…

Could say the same to you Marimo, clean yourself up you Neanderthal, and if you need a hand in future… Come get me- this shit is too fucking distracting.

Your nose bleeding from that, huh?

No! Of course it-

Sanji touched his nose on instinct just to feel dampness, and when he pulled his hand back his fingers were tinted red.

You know what- yes it is- all the more reason to not spring that shit on me.

Sanji sent the thought out to the Swordsman, wrapped his heat, embarrassment and annoyance around it just on the off chance the Marino could miraculously pick up on the other two less positive emotions. A smugness was the only response he got back before a wave of quiet understanding wrapped around him.

Fair enough request, my bad, Dart-Brow.

They’re learning things about eachother but still somehow haven’t crossed that invisible line that goes a bit beyond kissing

dorks

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Sooty loves Zoro and is definitely warming to Sanji more with each passing hour

They were all eating dinner that evening, laughing and joking as usual. Sooty was sat on Zoro’s shoulder again, purring softly as the other cats sat in different members of the crews lap while they all ate. Chopper looked exhausted as he ate, two of the cats purring at him affectionately as they headbutted the little reindeer.

“I am a little surprised that our guest survived that long on a boat full of cats, they are known to eat their owners if they’re left hungry and the owner has passed away.” Robin said matter of factly as the rest of the table stared at her in horror.

“That’s a fact I could have done without knowing.” Nami muttered under her breath as she covered her eyes with her hand.

“Maybe he didn’t pass out till a few days in.” Usopp said with a grim expression on his face as he looked suspiciously at the cats around the room.

“He rationed the food out.” Chopper said quietly, earning everyone’s attention. “Sooty told me a little, he looks after them. She tries to do the same back.- you can’t just call the others idiots, that's not very nice!” Chopper exclaimed in Zoro’s direction before the rest of the crew seemed to realise he was talking to the black cat perched on Zoro’s shoulder. Zoro started laughing at that as he scratched between the cats ears fondly.

“Sort of sad only having cats as your friends-“ Usopp started before Sooty was hissing in the sniper’s direction at the comment. “I take it back! I’m sorry!”

“Cats can be super affectionate bro, maybe you’re just more of a dog person.” Franky said to Usopp as Brook let out a musical laugh.

“Maybe stay on Sootys good side, Sogeking.” Brook offered, his voice steady even as he tried to suppress the laugh that wanted to come out.

Sooty jumped down then, off Zoro’s shoulder and onto the floor where she strutted over to where Sanji was sat, two seats away, moving so gracefully before she jumped up into Sanji’s lap. Sanji let out a chuckle as the cat circled on his lap, making sure to stroke her head and back on each rotation as she purred loudly. 

“Looks like she’s rather fond of the Cook and Swordsman.” Robin said casually, taking a sip from her tea as Zoro and Sanji looked up to see the woman looking at them both a knowing look behind her eyes that her tone didn’t give away.

“Traitor.” Zoro muttered under his breath as he glared over at Sooty on Sanji’s lap where the cook sat beside Franky. Luffy let out a laugh as one of the cats jumped into his lap not long after. “Keep an eye on him Luffy, he’s a bastard.” The Marimo said with a point at their captain as he saw a flash of ginger as the animal had jumped.

“How can you say that about a cat?” Nami said with a frown as she pointed at the cat purring on Luffys lap before the tabby stood up, pressing its two front paws onto the table as it looked over at Zoro. “Okay… how do you have a rivalry with a goddamn cat.”

“He started it.” Zoro said incredulously as he gestured towards the ginger cat in disbelief.

Sunny let out a hiss then from across the table and everyone turned to see the cat looking like it was scowling at the swordsman. Nami and Robin let out a small giggle at the sight of it before Chopper seemed to tilt his head. “He said you stood on his tail.”

“What?! When?” Zoro scowled in disbelief before he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Look, you can hold a grudge with the best of them, you- I’m sorry. I didn’t even hear you make a sound, I had no idea.” Zoro breathed out gruffly but with sincerity that had everyone’s brows raising as they turned their attention back to the ginger cat at the other end of the table. The cat seemed to tilt its head for a moment, as if it was assessing the swordsman before it started purring, it didn’t leave Luffys lap however, getting itself comfortable as it stretched out across the strawhats lap.

“You’re forgiven.” Luffys said with a grin as he scratched behind the cats ears.

“You never thought to ask sooner why he couldn’t stand the sight of you, Marimo?” Sanji cocked a brow at the swordsman who tossed him a glare in response.

“I don’t make a habit of talking to cats, Curly. He should have said something.”

“You’re the asshole that stood on his tail.” Sanji bit back, and they could both feel it, that excitement brewing with each scathing remark, building towards a fight. That was until Sooty shot up, standing up on Sanji’s lap, paws on the table mirroring Sunny's earlier stance as she tilted her head, her ears pricked up, one of them twitching before she seemed to sit herself back down. Sanji watched Zoro as he kept his gaze locked on the little black cat in his lap. Watched something dawn on the swordsman’s face before he was standing up in his chair.

“He’s awake.” He said matter of factly, drawing one of his swords much to Sanji’s surprise.

“What? How do you know first of all and secondly-“ Sanji bit out.

“Why are you drawing your sword, Zoro?” Chopper said with a tilted head. Concerned beyond belief and seemingly a little protective over his patient.

“Because he’s just woke up on a random ship, if I know him, he’s probably ready for a fight as the worst case scenario.” Zoro said before he was moving out of the door, chairs screeched in unison then as everyone scrambled. Sanji trailed after the Swordsman with his blood pumping.

“You could have warned us sooner, idiot. Weaknesses?” Sanji asked pointedly.

“I’ve not seen him since I was just turned 19 Cook- I don’t know.” Zoro growled in frustration as he paused on the top portion of the deck, the others fanned out to different areas, Luffy nowhere to be seen and some of the others heading out onto the lower grass covered deck and the inwards of the ship. There was something electric sparking between them as they crept around the deck, an anticipation that was high strung and heady, Zoro was curious… excited even to see what his old friend had learned in their time apart. 

You kinda want to fight him don’t you… to see what’s changed, what he’s learned.

Damn right I do- and if we don’t fight now, then we’ll probably fight later- we didn’t exactly part ways in the best way possible. Wanna see how he deals with your kicks too…

“You’re saying this now?” Sanji hissed in annoyance before there was a shout from the lower deck.

“Nothing down here!” Usopp said with worried glances to his left and right.

“He’s not in the bed where I left him- he’s pulled his cannula out! Can someone check laundry, I threw his shirt in the wash!” Chopper’s voice sounded from the side of the ship near sick bay.

“Oh fuck- leave it, we’ll go.” Zoro replied, not shouting but hopeful that it was loud enough for anyone else nearby to hear him. “Not good, he hardly ever takes his shirt off- he’s gunna be losing his shit.” Zoro’s tone was laced with concern instead of excitement now, Sanji blinked as he watched Zoro sheath Wado as he followed Zoro into the ship.

“What? Why?”

Zoro paused in his rush down the corridors of the ship, giving Sanji a look that he hadn’t seen in a while. It was assessing, Sanji hated it. “I can’t tell you much but… he’s got scars on his back. Leave the talking to me, Curly.”

Sanji hated everything about this, because it wasn’t his business at all but he wanted to know. The hell were the scars from that made the man want to hide them at all costs, how the hell did Zoro know this guy so well and simply fail to ever talk about him. Why was the swordsman suddenly putting his sword away and sounding concerned. Sanji felt a few memories hit him right between the eyes then, because Zoro may have not mentioned Maverick directly, but he had spoke of him. Quite a bit, in passing, usually. But Sanji had never been paying enough attention or cared enough to ask about the Marimos ramblings.

At the blacksmith’s on the last island- and the swordsmith at Sabaody. He’d grunted at the owners trying to sell their work. Looking at the blades on show muttering about how he knew someone who could make better, how they shouldn’t pass off their work as the best if it clearly wasn’t. There’d been a few moments like that and Sanji had just… not paid attention. Not interested in the slightest. Whoever this guy was, he had Zoro’s respect.

“Cook are you coming or what?” Zoro said from the end of the corridor. Sanji ran to catch up.

I can’t stop writing, and unfortunately there is a little more plot than porn at the moment so bare with me, we will get there haha

Please let me know in next chapter what you think of the character, i want him to add to the dynamic while feeling like a person, but not take away attention from our two boys

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Into the thick of itttttt~

Zoro turned the corner with the cook back at his side, he knew it was only two more turns before the laundry room- Sanji grabbed him by the sleeve suddenly and flung him round the next left turn.

“You’re getting lost on our own ship, Shit head. Focus.” Sanji hissed quietly as they continued down the hallways another left turn and then Zoro stopped them both dead.

He could hear it, shuffling and heavy breaths. The doorway to the laundry room was cracked open slightly. He’d not seen Maverick in years… hells he hadn’t even got a good look at him before Chopper had hauled him off to the infirmary, he had no idea if the man had changed, if he even sounded the same. He swallowed, untying his red sash from around his waist he silently passed it to Sanji, keeping hold of his swords in one hand before he shrugged his coat off. He re-tied the sash around his waist, over his green hamaraki as he slotted his swords back into it one by one. Just as he was slotting Wado back he froze. 

“Fuck, where is it- what type of ship’s doctor bothers to wash a patients shirt- way to fucking nice, it’s gotta be here somewhere.” Mavericks voice came out quiet, but that gruff breathiness that it had made Zoro sigh as a familiar warmth filled him. Even if he knew the man was a little panicked by how breathless he was, it was still oddly nice to hear his voice again. Sanji gave him a quizzical look before Zoro held his hand up to the man. It wasn’t likely Sanji would listen to him for very long but he was thankful when the cook nodded in understanding and that same feeling wrapped around him down their bond. It was better he went in there alone, without the blonde.

Just be careful, Marimo.

Zoro gripped his coat in one hand as he pulled the door open to the laundry room. The room was still shrouded in darkness the only light now leaking in being from the corridor outside as Zoro let out another sigh. Deathly silent, if he didn’t say anything Mav would spring up on him from somewhere in the darkness. Element of surprise and all. But even if he did it was equally as likely he was going to get punched in the jaw. He opted for the later anyway.

“Maverick, I know you’re in here.” Zoro kept his voice low and even as he scoured the darkness, he could feel eyes on him but he couldn’t see where they were coming from. He moved further into the room when he got no response, breathed in through his nose- Mav needed a shower that was for sure, but the smell that was underneath it all, Zoro blinked as he let out another breath, it brought back memories. The light in the room suddenly got dimmer and dimmer until it was plunged into darkness and Zoro heard the lock click shut on the door. Zoro immediately felt Sanji’s worry for him spike.

Don’t panic Cook- he’s probably just being safe, doesn’t know where he is after-all.

“Who are you?” The growl was almost animalistic as it reached Zoro’s ears, for a moment a pang of hurt shot through him that Mav didn’t even remember who he was. “You think that’s funny, huh? What is it, you got some mind reading Devil fruit powers, shapeshifting too? Impersonating someone from my past, someone I care about? I’m not fucking laughing, asshole.”

Zoro couldn’t help but chuckle at that, of course the blacksmith wouldn’t believe it was him straight away. “Turn on the light you-“

“Don’t need to, can see you just fine. How the fuck do you sound just like him?” Mavericks' voice was curious now, and Zoro could only just hear footsteps that were far to light circling around him, the man was sizing him up, trying to figure him out. 

“Mav, turn on the fucking light so you can put my coat on before I slice you.” Zoro growled in annoyance. But the lights remained off. He felt a puff of air against his neck, something grazed past his hip and then- he was on his ass, his back pressed into the floorboards with a thud and his wrists pinned beside his head with a heavy weight pinning him at his hips.

Zoro….

I’m fine cook, stay there

“The Zoro I know wouldn’t walk into a fight without his swords drawn-“

“Yea, but I also know why you’re digging through the laundry asshole, it’s me. You could have told me that Sunny was pissed with me for standing on his tail, the bastard has been holding a grudge over it for years.” Zoro bit out and felt the body that was pinning him to the ground freeze, a stuttered breath reaching his ears before the grip on his wrists was gone and so was the weight holding him down as there were hurried steps, then the room was filled with light.

Zoro blinked with his good eye from where he was still sprawled out on the floor. Tried to look towards that pale silhouette with overgrown ginger hair as his sight attempted to focus.

“Zoro?” 

Zoro couldn’t help but grin as he sat up, his eye finally focusing enough to see the look of shock on his old friend’s face. A face that hadn’t changed too much, a little more mature now maybe, but not by a lot- along with the shadow of ginger stubble covering the lower half of his friends face. 

Still a handsome bastard though, maybe a little more rugged than the cook, definitely not as pretty as the cook though.

Fuck, the cook probably heard that… “Mav.” Zoro huffed out through a chuckle as he pulled himself off the ground. Standing up he took in the man across from him properly, just as the red head seemed to be doing with him. He’d certainly put on some more muscle since Zoro had last seen him, but he’d always been strong. Couldn’t be weak when you were labouring in a forge or hammering metal into blades and weapons. There were a few new scars too… one across his right shoulder, another quite low on his hip and disappearing into the waistband of his jeans. The hint of those familiar tattoos peaking out over the waistband at the man’s hips. Two magpies if Zoro remembered correctly, what had Mav said the saying was again? One for sorrow, two for Joy. Zoro couldn’t help but snort. Idiot.

“You‘ve packed on a fair bit of beef haven’t you? Few more scars too.” Maverick said, fond smile plastered on his face as he walked up to Zoro without a second thought and pulled him into a hug. Zoro huffed out a laugh as he returned the embrace patting the slightly trimmer man on the back, being this close to him was familiar, but also so foreign after all that had happened, it was strange. He hadn’t realised he’d missed the smithy as much as he had. “You look good man… guess that means I’m on your ship, thousand sunny? Straw hat pirates.” Maverick trailed off before he pulled back, gripping Zoro by the shoulders before he grabbed the green samurai coat off the ground and shrugged it on, giving Zoro a nod in thanks. Zoro nodded in confirmation at his earlier question as he watched the smithy visibly relax even more now he had something covering his back even if the entirety of his chest and torso was on show.

“Oi asshole, if you’ve been butchered in there and I have to clean it up I’m gunna be pissed.” Sanji’s voice came through the door and Zoro snorted again.

Relax cook, coming now.

“Bad news Cook. I’m not dead.” Zoro smirked as he walked toward the laundry room door and unlocked it.

“Don’t worry Marimo, there’s still time for me to finish the job.” Sanji droned as Zoro finally opened the door with a shit eating grin. Zoro watched the cook glance over his shoulder at Maverick immediately before he blew a cloud of smoke in Zoro’s face. “So you’re Maverick?”

“I’m guessing you’re Vinsmoke Sanji? Blonde hair and a cig.” Sanji watched the blacksmith stand there and give him a blatant once over while he was wearing Zoro’s jacket. Sanji couldn’t explain why, but he was immediately irritated seeing the redhead in Zoro’s jacket.

“Yea.” Sanji said simply as he turned to head back down the corridor. Zoro followed after him then, as did Maverick. 

“You’re better looking than your wanted poster.” The compliment was so casual that Sanji coughed slightly while taking a drag from his cigarette, glancing over his shoulder at the redhead who just offered him a small smile and quirked brows.

“Thanks.” Sanji smirked, especially after seeing Zoro’s jaw tense in annoyance. “If you’re stuck while you’re here, don’t ask the Marimo for directions. He still gets lost on his own ship.” Sanji added with mirth.

“Least I don’t pop a blood vessel in my nose at the thought of a woman’s bare thighs.” Zoro retorted and that buzz and adrenaline hit them both at once in an instant as Sanji whirred on the swordsman with a fierce kick. Blocked of course by two of Zoro’s swords as he skidded back down the corridor. Zoro was wearing that manic smile again as he surged forward aiming for Sanji’s legs, then his middle, both swipes dodged before there’s was a foot narrowly missing his face as he leaned back. “You getting rusty, Curly?”

“I’ll put you through this fucking wall you useless lump of moss.” Sanji hissed as he lowered his leg and took to straightening his cigarette out before he took another drag. Zoro felt a slither of heat slide its way over to him as the cook’s voice sounded in his head and he paused where he was stood. Sanji not in much of a fighting mood for once? Weird.

I helped you cum earlier, fucking behave 

You enjoyed it just as much as I did, who am I behaving for Curly?

Your handsome, but ‘not as pretty as me’ old friend

Cook, cmon.

Neither of them noticed Mav chuckling off to the side as he eyed the pair of them until Sanji turned away from Zoro with a frown plastered on his face. Something that, when he finally noticed, had Sanji raising his eyebrows in surprise, usually people ran away from him and Zoro when they so much as started throwing blows each other's way. People that didn’t know them at least.

 “Zoro’s sense of direction has always been shit, got a good nose for booze though. If you ever need him to find his way back from somewhere pouring out a good sake will bring him back, probably earn you a kick to the head too but-“ Mav shrugged casually as Sanji let out a snort. It made sense he supposed, it didn’t make the image any less funny though. Hell he would have started laughing if Zoro hadn’t came flying past him.

“I’ve had enough of you already, asshole-“ Zoro seethed as he swung at Mav, two swords drawn just the same as they had been for Sanji and Mav dodged both swings of the blade like he’d done this a thousand times before. 

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, piss off Zoro.” Maverick bit out as he managed to grab Zoro by his wrist while the swordsman was mid swing and slingshot him in the opposite direction, the move was quick, quick enough to avoid the other sword swinging for his arm. Zoro came skidding to a halt before surging forward again. “Face it Princess, it’s a fact rather than an insult.” Mav smiled wide, clearly getting into the swing of things as adrenaline started to circulate, the smithy was enjoying the attempted beating probably as much as Sanji got a kick out of his and Zoro’s fights. Sanji could see a small resemblance to Kid in the manic smile the man wore, but only because of the half crazed look in blue eyes. Wait- did he just call Zoro… Princess?

“Don’t you dare call me that-“Zoro bit out as he took another swing

“Call you what?” Mav seemed to snort, clearly confused as he dodged another swing aimed at his middle.

“You fucking know what.” Zoro seethed and Sanji rolled his eyes, finally realising what it was like to be an outsider looking in to one of his and Zoro’s fights now he wasn’t in the middle of it. Zoro could feel his cheeks burning at the nickname. Mav knew how to rile him up, that nickname was a low blow from years ago when they used to… I should probably tell Sanji, incase he thinks I’m hiding it on purpose.

“Alright- stop it, Assholes. Marimo, get a grip. Mav, shut your mouth.” Sanji hissed as he kicked out his leg, slamming it into the wall in between both men at their head height, hands in his pockets as he stood there scowling, doing a perfect splits while leaned against the wall. All movement stopped as both men looked over at him. “You want a fight, you can do it outside and after you’ve spoke to the captain.” Sanji said, giving Maverick a pointed look. Maverick seemed to look over at Zoro after tearing his gaze away from Sanji’s legs, just to see Zoro staring at them himself.

How have you never ripped your trousers doing the splits so often, cook? Have your legs always been this long?

Maverick obviously couldn’t hear anything, he wasn’t part of this connection that Sanji and Zoro now had, but something seemed to register as he looked at Zoro’s face. Looked at the Marimos dumbstruck expression as Hazel eyes stayed locked on long legs even as he sheathed his swords. “Ah Right.” Was all he said as he offered Sanji a polite smile before he shoved his hands into his pockets and headed down the corridor.

“He knows.” Sanji muttered to Zoro as he finally dropped his legs from the wall and Zoro finally snapped his gaze up to Sanji’s face, then halfway down the corridor where Maverick was now walking away from them.

“Told you he would.” Zoro breathed out with an eye roll as he deflated a little as the adrenaline wore off.

“I’ve got good hearing you know, yea, I know. You both coming? I don’t exactly know my way around.” The smithy said as he cast a glance back at them down the corridor, there was a small smile on his face as he seemed to shake his head to nobody other than himself.

“Oi.” Zoro said as they got closer, tipping his head up to get the redhead’s attention. “Keep your mouth shut about it.”

“Sure… but why?” Mav asked carefully as he eyed Zoro with suspicion.

“Because it’s new, nobody else knows, that’s how it’s gunna stay for now.” Sanji said matter of factly as he blew out another lungful of smoke. It felt weird to Zoro, it being talked about out loud like this, it was the second time they’d sort of acknowledged it in the open like this. Whatever the hell this thing was between them was, whatever it was turning into.

“As long as there’s no homophobes on your ship, that’s good enough for me.” The man shrugged and Sanji waved them forward as they all walked in a line down the corridors. Zoro couldn’t fathom why the air was so thick with some sort of tension so he stopped mid way down the corridor and folded his arms.

“What is it, Marimo?” Sanji sighed, clearly frustrated as he stopped and turned to look back at him.

“What’s with this tension?” Zoro asked point blank. “I don’t like it but I don’t know what it is- so one of you- spit it out.”

“Zoro… what tension?” Mav seemed to ask a little confused as he glanced across to Sanji then back to the swordsman. 

Sanji let out a sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “This can wait, moss for brains, there’s more important things going on.”

Zoro squinted at Sanji then as he watched the blonde carefully, he hated that he couldn’t read all thoughts from the other man, it really would make communication so much easier. But he felt something reassuring wrap around him.

I’ll talk to you later, it’s no big deal

Alright 

“Fine.” Zoro conceded as he fell back into step in between his old friend and Sanji. He cast Mav a skeptical glance as well as they walked, and the man just snorted at him.

“What?”

“If I tell you to stop flirting with the cook, are you gunna be able to manage that?” 

Maverick let out a loud laugh at that and Sanji’s eyes went wide at just how bluntly Zoro had said such a thing. Zoro had been blunt with him before of course, but not about a topic like this.“Zoro, I ain’t the best at controlling my mouth, you know me. But I won’t touch, I’m not gunna try and pinch him, I’m not like that. Besides, I don’t think I’m his type.” Maverick added with a smirk aimed Sanji’s way, and he didn’t even wink. All he did was cock one brow up at the cook and Zoro watched as the blonde flushed pink faintly under a plume of smoke.

Zoro was glad that Mav hadn’t noticed, but he still growled a warning at the smithy anyway. “I’m gunna cut you, gingerbread.” What if Sanji flirts back? The cook said flirting can be harmless but… what if he flirts with us both. How would he react then? How the fuck to i navigate this shit show? How would I react? Damn it- i gotta talk to the cook about this entire situation. After he’s spoke to Luffy, I’ll pull him to the side.

Cook, how long before I can get another kiss?

Sanji cocked a brow as they came out onto the deck and headed towards the kitchen, Zoro watched as the blonde smirked his way, a low chuckle reaching his ears as he felt a smug sort of satisfaction seep into him.

You know I never expected you to be this clingy Marimo… or so considerate, it’s a refreshing change

I’m not clingy, I just… enjoy your company 

Zoro looked over at Sanji point blank then, he’d never told the other man that before, but maybe he should know. Just on the off chance he didn’t already realise that. Sanji hummed thoughtfully as he tried to suppress a smile pulling at his lips, he stretched his hand out casually as they walked, resting his forearm on Zoro’s shoulder before Zoro felt fingers graze against his earrings. The touch was gone almost as soon as it had begun but it still made him swallow as a flush crept up his neck. They were out on deck, anybody could have seen that, and the cook had done it anyway.

“Get a room.” Maverick snorted good naturedly from the other side of Zoro, and Sanji actually let out a chuckle at the quiet jibe before they all pushed through the doors to the kitchen.

Sanji watched as the cats swarmed the red head as soon as he’d walked into the door, Sanji had to admit that the grin the of pure delight Mav wore at seeing them all safe and sound was actually rather charming. Even more so when he crouched down to give each of them attention before he stood up and apologised to Luffy who was still sat at the table. I suppose I could see the appeal if Zoro had been involved with him before he joined us.

Luffy grinned back at them with that boyish smile he always had. “Eustass Maverick, Zoro says you’re a blacksmith ya?” Sanji wouldn’t ever get over how informal Luffy could be at times, nor would he forget how much their guest tensed up when he heard his full name said out in the open. The smithy cleared his throat as he nodded in confirmation, casting Zoro a sceptical look.

“You can just call me Maverick- or Mav, thanks for taking care of the cats and pulling me out of that boat by the way.” 

Luffy let out a laugh as he stretched his arms out till he’d gripped the end of the table and catapulted himself directly in front of the man, squatting at the end of the dinner table with a wide grin. “It’s no problem! Can you make us some cool weapons?”

“Not without a forge unfortunately-“

“We can build a forge- FRANKYYYYYY!” With that Luffy was out of the door leaving the three men behind in the kitchen utterly bewildered. Mav was left blinking in confusion before he raised his thumb up to point at the door that Luffy had just flew out of.

“Is he coming back or?”

“Probably not, Luffy isn’t really a details person so enjoy your stay, I guess.” Sanji waved the man off, letting him know where the men’s bunk room was incase he wanted to grab a shower, telling him the general layout of the ship and making sure he gave atleast a brief description of each crew member, their job, and their names. Then it was just Sanji and Zoro left alone again in the kitchen.

“You think he’s attractive.” Zoro said matter of factly and Sanji rolled his eyes at the Marimo before he turned to the sink, surprised to find all the dishes already washed from dinner. He could talk about these things, honestly he could, he just preferred to also have his brain half occupied with another task at the same time.

“Says you, Moss for brains. You’re the one who was comparing us.” Sanji hissed tiredly, he didn’t have the energy to put any bite into his words, not after how long today had felt. “Now when are you gunna tell me the obvious?” Sanji frowned as he put his hand on his hip and watched as Zoro folded his arms across his chest.

Zoro took a breath before he let out a sigh of annoyance. “We used to screw around, it was never anything serious.” 

I knew it. “Define ‘not serious’.” Sanji kept his tone calm even though his stomach was doing somersaults.

The Marimo had the nerve to look at him with confusion before he started scratching his head. “We were best friends, we just occasionally fucked eachother.” Zoro shrugged as if he hadn’t just uttered pure filth into the air of the kitchen.

Sanji felt his throat tighten as an image forced it’s way to the forefront of his mind of Zoro railing the other man while pulling a long ponytail of ginger hair, pressing the smithy’s body down into a mattress as he yanked his head back. He flushed, but so did the swordsman as they stared at eachother. Sanji stood frozen and Zoro cleared his throat awkwardly. That was until he felt heat and interest worm its way to him from Sanji, Sanji looked away when he felt the swordsmans brows raise in surprise. “Okay that’s fine, just so we’re clear, for me. This is serious.” Sanji choked out, unable to meet Zoro’s eyes. But Zoro knew what he meant, knew he meant the thing that was currently going on between them. Whatever it was they’d started.

“Yea, same here cook.” Zoro breathed out, raising his brows at the blonde again. Sanji felt annoyance spike in him.

“What?”

“We not gunna talk about how you’re more than interested in the thought of me railing him?”

“No, we’re not.” Sanji said with finality. 

“Alright.” Zoro conceded as he came up to the cook then, closing the space between them with a few long strides as he hooked his finger in one of Sanji’s belt loops and tugged him closer. “Wanna focus on this first?” Zoro asked, voice low and quiet as he cocked a brow at the cook, though his gaze was flickering between Sanji’s eyes and lips, seemingly unable to decide which he wanted to look at more.

This being us?

Yea, Curly.

Yea.

next chapter has some spice between our boys ;)

And Nami getting herself stuck in a tricky situation with their new guest. (I’m so sorry man I’ve delved into the territory now of porn and plot and there’s no going back, this always seems to happen) but do skip if you don’t want to read it as it isn’t Zosan/ Sanzo.

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NSFW ahead

Zoro’s blood was pounding in his ears as he followed the cook down the ships corridors as casually as was humanly possible. Which was pretty damn hard to do when the cook had stormed off as soon as Zoro had mentioned that Franky had finished building that dividing wall in his and Robins room. A wave of heated anticipation had hit him then the cook had simply left the kitchen, the only words uttered had been the words, ‘good.’ Zoro’s brain couldn’t form a coherent thought, at all.

What are you planning cook?

Nothing too vigorous Marimo don’t you worry, you want another kiss right?

Yea…

Then keep up

You’re dragging me half way round the ship for another kiss?

I never said it’d just be the one, shit head

Zoro barely registered the fact that they were now walking past Nami as she headed towards the men’s quarters. Sanji did though, of course the cook did. “Nami-san, I think everyone else is on deck listening to Brooks performance.”

“Thanks Sanji, I know, I’m just looking for Maverick, I need to explain to him the costs of things while he’s staying with us. You have a Swordsman trailing you by the way.” Nami added with a laugh. Of course she’s just thinking about rinsing him for cash, if he even has any on him.

“Ignore the Marimo, he’s just trying to piss me off.” Sanji waved her off with a smile and Zoro felt his blood heat up in annoyance.

I’ll piss you off in a minute when I turn the fuck around, Dart-Brow

They were halfway down the corridor, long past Nami now as Sanji threw a smirk over his shoulder. “Don’t be like that Marimo, do you want her to come looking for us next and interrupting?” Sanji cocked a brow and Zoro growled.

Interrupting what exactly, asshole?

Depends, I’m feeling pretty generous. It could be anything.

Zoro nearly tripped over as his skin burned with a fierce heat that was only half his own, a simmering sensation sat low in his stomach as they finally approached the door he knew was his and Robins room. Without a second thought he pushed through, thanking the gods that that dividing wall was already in place as he pushed through a secondary door on the left side, into what he knew was his half of the room. He didn’t give himself the chance to take in the rest of his room, or how good a job Franky had done, before he grabbed the cook by his jacket, through both doors, and slammed them shut. He had the blonde pressed against that inner door in half a second before his mouth was latched onto a pale neck.

 The cooks hand fisted in his hair not a second later, a low groan leaving the blondes throat as Zoro dug his fingers into slender hips. He lapped at the dewy skin before he suck a mark into the flesh there, pressed himself impossibly close as he boxed the cook in, pressing his back into the hard wood of the door. His hands moving on their own as he tugged the cooks shirt out from his trousers before he pushed his fingers up under the fabric. He’d wanted to do this for a while, whatever this was. He craved it, wanted to feel the cooks skin under his palms, he needed it.

“Slow down, Marimo. I’m not going anywhere.” Sanji’s voice was smooth, if not a little breathless as Zoro let out a groan at dexterous hands carding through his hair. Massaging his scalp tenderly before he pressed his face into the blonde’s shoulder and sucked in a breath. 

Too fast, I’m going too fast. “Sorry.” He mumbled into the fabric of the man’s suit jacket, his scent was so intoxicating, mixed in with the salt from the sea air and the smoke from all the cigarettes he’d smoked that day. Zoro could just stand here and breath that smell in all night. Well he could probably do that, if he wasn’t so utterly beside himself with wanting to touch the other man, to feel him. He couldn’t help himself, he rolled his hips forward, ground himself into Sanji against the door before his head was being yanked back and he was being hit with a fever so hot the room may aswell have been on fire. There was a blue eye looking at him, pupils blown wide as the cook panted against his mouth. He could feel it. Down their connection and pressed against him so perfectly it was almost painful, the hunger, the arousal.

“Zoro.” Sanji growled his name dangerously, like he was warning him. But Zoro couldn’t look away from those eyes even as they dropped to his mouth. “Take your boots off.” Zoro blinked at the request, coming out of his haze for a moment as he managed to take a few breaths and pull his head out of his ass.

“Alright.” He did as he was told, kicking his boots off to the side before there was pale hands tugging at his sash, he took that off too. Throwing it on the small couch in his room as he placed his swords on one of the cushions. Rolling his eyes at the cooks cocked brows he pulled off his hamaraki too, throwing that onto the floor near his boots before he was back in front of Sanji. He didn’t wait for permission this time before he pressed his mouth to the cooks. Something he hadn’t really thought anything of, until the cooks tongue was in his mouth, tasting him, fighting with his own. 

Fuck, you win cook, you’re winning-

Teeth pinched at his lower lip and pulled before there was nails scraping at the nape of his neck, the wet sounds of their lips meeting was filthy before they came together again so hard that their teeth clashed. Sanji’s tongue was everywhere, devouring him, tasting him like he was some rare dish. Then the cook was sucking on his lower lip and Zoro moaned into the man’s mouth, rolling his hips forward on instinct as a hand grabbed at his ass. Nails digging into him despite the fabric separating them from his skin as Sanji’s hips did the same, Zoro nearly choked as his hand fisted in blonde loches and his breath stuttered at the length grinding against his own.

I know, you gunna be able to last Marimo? You seem awfully tense

“Fuck you.” Zoro growled out into the cooks mouth before he was pulling back slightly and looking down between them as he pulled Sanji’s belt out from the loop in his trousers, grabbing hold of the buckle with his other hand.

“Impatient.” Sanji said with a huff before Zoro had fully unbuckled his belt and had his hands on the button of his fly, hands clumsily grazing him as they went.

“Don’t act like you’re complaining, Sanji.” Zoro hummed, the buzz of anticipation reverberating through him and singeing every nerve ending as it mixed and melded with the shared arousal that was sparking between them. “Don’t act ungrateful-“ Zoro ground out between his clenched jaw as he rammed the cooks zipper down before shoving his hand down beneath the waistband of black boxers.

 He watched Sanji’s head hit the back of the door when he finally wrapped his hand around him, the warmth of his hand against the velvety smooth skin of a dick that was clearly very interested in wherever this was going, if how thick and heavy it was was any indication. It was hot in his hand too, the heat smacked him in the face down their connection as soon as his fingers had pushed past Sanji’s waistband. But now there was just a delirious thrum of energy coursing between them, like a pleasurable ripple of static, the kind that occasionally sent shocks into your skin. Sanji’s jaw was clenched tight and his eyelids were heavy as he took breath after breath, their gazes locked and Zoro felt his mind turn to mush when the man groaned breathlessly.

“Why did you stop?” Sanji breathed out, it was quiet but not snappy, not bratty, it was genuine. Zoro shifted his hand slightly, stroking his thumb up and down the side of his shaft as he watched Sanji grunt, lids fluttering at the sensation as nails dug into his bare shoulders.

Because I wanted to see your face, want to see what you look like when I’m touching you. 

“I wanna see you, Sanji.” Zoro breathed out. Moving his hand purposely now as he stroked the other man, he wet his lips as he sucked in a breath. “I wanna- make you cum.” He stuttered the next part as he wet his lips with his tongue again, pulling his hand out of Sanji’s pants, he only just heard the whine of disappointment before he was grabbing the cook by his waist and dragging him over to the bed. Sanji’s hands were in his hair again as he dragged Zoro’s mouth up to meet his, and Zoro hummed into the kiss even as he tugged down at the blonde’s underwear and trousers. Pushing them down and growling when they got caught on the other man’s dick. “Fucking- I’ll get to you in a second-“ he grumbled, unhooking the boxers from over the cook’s length as he worried at the man’s lower lip with his teeth before pushing the man back till he was sat on the edge of his bed.

“The hell are you-“ Zoro dropped to his knees faster than the cook could finish his sentence, hand wrapped around the blonde and mouth on him before he could even think about cussing him out. Eyes locked on the blonde as he sunk down on his dick, “oh-fuck-“ The words fell from Sanji’s mouth in a stuttered groan as Zoro watched those oh so pretty lips fall open and eyes close, a heavy breath punching its way out of the cooks mouth before he swallowed. Brows knitting together in a pleasured frown as blue eyes opened again, heavy lidded and delirious as Zoro caught his gaze. Sanji moaned, from somewhere deep in the back of his throat as he looked down at Zoro. Zoro couldn’t stop himself, he started moving, his hand and his mouth working in synch, every noise felt like a victory, every sigh was absolutely sinfully filthy, and he couldn’t get enough of it. He couldn’t even take the cook all the way into his mouth but fuck he wanted too. He wanted to choke himself on the man to see what type of reaction it’d get him. 

Surely i wouldn’t choke, maybe gag a little, but that’s fine- I can take it- I can

“Don’t you dare choke yourself- trying that shit, fuck Zoro. Just keep doing what you’re doing.” Sanji’s voice sounded in his ears, and it wasn’t just in his head. No, the cook was actually talking to him while he had his mouth around him. Zoro groaned around the cock in his mouth. “You look so good-“ Sanji sighed out, his breath catching as Zoro circled his tongue and sucked on his head.

Do I?

Yes-

“Your cheeks are all flushed-“ Sanji started, a smile pulled at his mouth as a trickle of validation and craving flooded down their connection, but the smile wasn’t smug or judgmental, it was blissed out, willing, understanding. “We can talk about that later. You’re doing a good Job Marimo, you- fuck, you’re good with your tongue.” Sanji hissed in shock as his hips bucked up. Zoro groaned again as he kept moving. His free hand struggled with his own fly as he fought against his zipper.

So fucking pretty Sanji

Not as pretty as you are with a cock in your mouth

Zoro moaned around Sanji again, and he didn’t know if it was from the words of affirmation or from the fact he finally had himself in hand where he knelt. He didn’t care either. Not when he could see Sanji looking at him with such unbridled lust, pupils blown so wide his eyes were barely blue anymore, mouth hanging open and panting. Every now and again that tongue would come out and wet his lips as he groaned, and Zoro could feel himself losing his mind. Because he wanted to be everywhere all at once. Wanted to be sucking on the cooks tongue just as much as he wanted to suck on his cock. Wanted to undress the man more, to have him under him, on top of him- 

I want you- I can’t think, I just-

You have me idiot- I’m right here- this isn’t the last time, we have so much time Zoro

Fuck i wanna touch you, see you-

Sanji let his head fall back for a second at a rather intense lap of the tongue on Zoro’s part before he pulled his tie loose from his collar, his free hand finding its way into Zoro’s hair from where it had been clamped around his muscled shoulder. Zoro watched as he undid his shirt buttons slowly, opening them up as pale fingers carded through his hair.

Better? You can undress me next time.

Zoro felt his eyes close at the affection in that tone in his mind, groaned around Sanji again as his saliva coated the man’s cock before he sucked gently on the tip. The hand in his hair tightened and Zoro snapped his eyes open as he looked up, Sanji was focused on him, chest heaving as he sucked in breath after breath, a flush dusting across pale skin at his cheeks and across his pecs. 

Fuck Cook- you’re gorgeous

“Zoro- slow down.” Sanji managed, dragging the swordsman’s head up and off him for a second as he sucked in a breath. Zoro looked up at Sanji, ignoring the jolt of heat that shot through him at his hair being pulled so forcefully as he put his own pleasure on pause while the cook had him hanging in limbo. He might have been glaring in annoyance. “Don’t look at me like that- you have no idea what you look like right now.”

“Like a man who’s been interrupted while giving head? C’mon Sanji. You don’t have to let go, but let me…” Zoro knew his voice was hoarse, husky even. He looked down at Sanji’s arousal, actually taking in the thing for the first time since he’d started and let out a growl of frustration. It looked even better than he’d imagined. Especially when it was wet with his spit.

“You- didn’t expect you to enjoy giving head this much-“

Zoro rolled his eyes as he felt Sanji’s hand pressing him back down, silent permission for him to continue with what he’d been doing as he felt Sanji shudder as soon as his lips wrapped around his head. 

I like how it feels in my mouth…sorta heavy and-

“Zoro.” Zoro snapped his attention back up to Where the cook had just breathed his name. Slid down slowly this time, making sure to press his tongue flat against the underside as Sanji’s hips twitched. “Ah- Fuck me, that-“ Zoro did it again, but this time quicker, he groaned as he felt Sanji’s fingers tightening, gripping onto his hair desperately as the cook fought to keep his eyes open, his breath coming up short and shallow- stuttered even as Zoro watched the cooks jaw slacken, eyes widening with every passing second. Here we go, It’s coming. Zoro could feel that heat swarming him, maybe it was swarming both of them, he couldn’t tell. But he was close too, watching the blonde get closer and closer to the edge had him sprinting towards it himself.

Don’t fight it Sanji- show me-

He felt a tug at his hair, panicked and insistent. The cooks eyes were on him, wide eyed and panting, breathless, even as his brows furrowed and his throat bobbed.

Zoro-

Don’t you fucking dare pull me off you beautiful bastard-

Sanji didn’t. He didn’t get the chance to, because as soon as Zoro sent those thoughts through, he felt Sanji’s full body jolt as his release hit the back of his throat. Zoro moaned as he sunk deeper, letting the cook ride out his orgasm even as his own hit him. It rippled through him like a wave as he watched the cooks eyes roll back in his head, lids fluttering as the only sound that left him was a sinful string of stuttered sighs as his mouth hung open. Zoro groaned around the cock in his mouth again as his own release faded out into that blissful tingling after hitting him like a kick to the teeth. Then he swallowed, savouring the salty tang before he pulled his mouth off the cook with a pop, his own vision a little hazy as he found the cook looking down at him, dumbstruck and disheveled.

“You alright?” Zoro croaked, his throat admittedly sounding a little worse for wear as he spoke before he cleared his throat. The bond between them wasn’t dead, no… It was buzzing. Practically vibrating with about every positive feeling you could think of. It felt alive, like a live wire between them as he cast his concern down that wire, his hands going straight to strong thighs as he massaged circles into the muscles there with his thumbs. “Sanji?”

“What the fuck, Zoro?” Sanji breathed out in disbelief, blue eyes were wide and unfocused as they stared down at him and Zoro couldn’t help but smile at the fact he could actually see both eyes from this angle, even if the cooks fringe was still blocking that second curly eyebrow. “Get up here.” Sanji demanded with a frown so focused and so far from what he’d looked like not 30 seconds ago that Zoro actually felt anxiety stab him in the chest as he complied, shoving himself back into his trousers as Sanj tugged his own up. But before he could open his mouth to ask what he’d done, he was being pulled down onto the bed and the cooks mouth was on his as arms wrapped around his neck.

He sunk into the kiss as relief flooded him, the cook was practically draped over him as he wrapped his hands around that pale waist, then his back as he danced his hands up the chefs spine fondly. Felt affection wrapping around him to such an extent that he started smiling into the kiss before the blonde pulled back. “You thought I was pissed for a second didn’t you?” Sanji said with a hum as he pressed his forehead against Zoro’s. 

“Yea… you scared the shit out of me actually.” Zoro admitted as his eyes drifted down to kiss bitten lips, he ducked his head a little to kiss them again. “Thought I’d done something wrong.” Zoro spoke into the kiss before he let his mouth trail Sanji’s jaw, pulling the man flush to him with the arms that were still wrapped around his back.

“Can you… do this all the time.” Sanji asked quietly and Zoro snorted into the cooks cheek where he paused.

“Suck you off?” 

“Not that- this… whatever it is you’re doing now.” Sanji said carefully as he felt affection wrap around him, and sent his own affection out to meet Zoro’s as he tilted the swordsman’s chin up with his finger to look into those hazel eyes. “You’re making it very difficult to dislike you, Marimo.” Sanji said as he looked down at swollen lips, trailing his finger back over Zoro’s jaw as they lay there just watching eachother. It was new, newer than the attraction and lust, it was gentler, fonder in a more innocent sense. It was sort of terrifying actually but it was still so fucking important. Zoro could tell this was just as important as the rest of it, the arguing, the attraction, the trust- this was important too. He knew he had affection for Sanji. He’d just not been able to show it before now, but maybe Sanji still needed to figure that part out and that was okay, he’d get there. Hell… he might already be getting there.

“If you want me too, cook, but they’ll know- the others that is…” Zoro said gently, his eye closing as Sanji cupped his face with his hand before lips met his again, the kiss was slow, steady. Before it morphed into a filthy open mouthed kiss that had him groaning. Sanji pulled back again as he gave Zoro a sort of assessing look.

“Is this what you’re like when you’re… with someone. Sort of- softer.”

“You calling me soft?” Zoro frowned even as his hand traced patterns down the cooks spine and Sanji actually grinned as he let out a laugh that was so genuine that Zoro had to blink, the frown he’d put on didn’t stay out for long.

“No- but I’m saying it seems like you have a capacity for it- for tenderness… It’s not something I expected from you, Marimo.” Sanji said as he buried his face into the underside of Zoros jaw letting out a heavy sigh against the skin on Zoros neck.

Zoro smiled to himself as he snaked one hand free from Sanji’s back, letting it delve into Sanji’s hair and comb through blonde strands as he hummed. “Well I’m full of surprises, Curly. Everyone has the capacity for tenderness, I may be a Neanderthal… but I do also have feelings.”

Sanji hummed into Zoro’s neck at that, and Zoro couldn’t tell at first if it was a good hum or a bad hum until he felt a gust of understanding breeze past him. “You also have a ridiculous capacity for filth, Marimo.” Sanji muttered into his neck and Zoro let out a chuckle.

“A little rich coming from you, ero-cook.” Zoro said before he let out a hiss as teeth nipped at his skin before there was a mark being sucked into his neck. He let out a sigh at the feeling and tried to not tense his hands too much in blonde strands so he didn’t pull any out. “Easy Curly, my neck is- pretty sensitive.” Zoro admitted as he swallowed.

“I’ll remember that.” Sanji said and Zoro could feel the smile against his skin.

Another feeling of uncertainty rolled into him then as he continued to play with blonde hair, Sanji still with his face pressed into the crooks of his neck. He felt stupid asking, but he was going to ask anyway. “Hey cook, don’t laugh but… do you ever cuddle after-“

“After sex?” Sanji said, pulling back from his spot tucked into Zoro’s neck as he met the swordsman’s gaze, no doubt seeing the flush that was now dusting Zoro’s cheeks as he flashed him a smile. “Yea, all the time. Only if they’re cute though.” Sanji added with a smug smirk before he seemed to read Zoro’s mind when he looked at him with a softness Zoro rarely saw directed at him and said. “This still qualifies though, unless you were going to kick me out after sucking my soul out?” 

Zoro let out a snort as he smacked the blonde round the back of the head lightly as he shook his head. “I’m not that much of a dick, you can stay.”

“Then I will be back with my pajamas Marimo. In a little while anyway… I’m not moving yet.” Sanji said as he stretched out further up the bed, putting his hands behind his head as he closed his eyes. There was shuffling before there was a hand around his middle and he was pulled onto his side and back into the firm front of Zoro, the swordsman let out a sigh into the back of Sanji’s neck as the arm around his middle relaxed. Sanji blinked tiredly as he felt the other man’s warmth seep into him from every inch Zoro was pressed against his back. He let out a breath as he sagged into the embrace, he hadn’t been a small spoon in a while… This was nice.

Maverick groaned as he stepped into the shower, the water was hot as it hammered into his skin and the room was already starting to steam up, it felt so good to finally be able to get clean but he was so stiff from lying on the hard wood of the row boat for so long he wasn’t planning on rushing through this shower. He’d rather meet the rest of the crew tomorrow if he could, when he was fresher, actually had more of his wits about him.

Ducking his head under the shower he closed his eyes as he let out a sigh, letting the water soak through his hair. He chuckled to himself as he shook his head. Yea, it was nice to see Zoro again, but it was also sorta cute to see how infatuated his friend was with the ships cook, he should have saw it sooner. He was glad Zoro had found someone though, someone that could handle his temper and kick his ass too by the looks of it. He looked way stronger than when he’d last seen him, and he’d definitely have to ask him where the eye scar came from, he’d heard stories of course, about the one on his chest. Heard tales spoken in taverns and on ships about Zoro’s skills and fights in the past few years. There was a faint thudding that interrupted his thoughts before he heard the tell tale sound of a lock clicking, probably one of the guys, it was the men’s bunk room after all. Still- I’ll stand to the side a bit, don’t want anyone seeing my back even if my eyes are closed. I need to wash my fucking hair.

“Alright you ignorant asshole! Since you’re so dead set on ignoring me!” A woman’s voice rang out in the room and Mav felt nearly choked from the shock, annoyance and confusion filling him. Sanji never said any of the women on the ship were so hot headed, what the fuck have I done? I’ve only just got here?

“What the- I wasn’t ignoring anyone. This is the men’s room you witch!” He hissed as he pulled his head out from under the stream of water and pushed his hair out of his eyes, rubbing at them so he could try and open them without getting water in them.

“I shouted you, I knocked- no answer. I need to go over some things with you.” Her voice met his ears again a little defensive this time and Mav growled.

“Could it not wait until I was fucking done? Or do you make a habit of-“ Mav opened his eyes finally seeing the owner of the voice, a red haired woman in shorts and a bikini top. She’s gorgeous… has a hell of a figure too. Red head- has to be Nami. But he was still pissed at the audacity of the crews navigator. “Do you do this all the time? Walking into the men’s bunk room and showers? You could at least cover your eyes, fucking hell woman.”

“You could cover up, I am a lady after all.” Nami cocked her brow at him expectantly and Maverick had to let out a laugh at that, she was doing a good job at maintaining eye contact that was for sure. He turned to face her fully from where she stood across from the showers. Watched as that confidence faltered just slightly as the woman flushed, eyes still locked on his face as he smirked.

“No lady walks into the men’s bunk room, never mind the showers. I ain’t covering shit, you walked in on me, sweetheart. What do you want?”

“There’s costs to consider while you’re staying with us, eating our food, using our hot water-“

“You’re shitting me- I have no money. You came in here to tell me that-“ 

“I can lend you money, but you’ll need to pay it back with interest.”

“Fuck meeeee-give me a break. Look, let me clean up then you can talk to me properly alright?” Mav sighed as he put his head in his hand before pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Alright but the longer you take-“

“Yea I got it-“

“Oh no.” Namis voice was quiet as Mav poured shampoo into his hands and started to lather it into his hair. He looked up from the floor to see the red head looking out of the porthole into the men’s bunk room before she ducked down beneath it.

“What?” Mav felt concern flood him as he watched the woman’s face turn from a light blush and buckets of confidence to worriedly biting her lips.

“Shut up, be quiet.” Nami hissed as she glanced over at Maverick. Her gaze landing on his chest before she forced it up with a darker flush on her face now. “They can’t know I’m in here. I made a deal with them, that the next time one of them caught me in here I’d clear them of all debt.”

Maverick smirked at that, seems like you’re stuck between the hammer and the anvil here sweetheart. He let out a chuckle as he watched the woman try and come up with a thousand ways to find a way out of the mess that she’d gotten herself into. “Seems like a you issue. Maybe I should push you out the door.” Mav joked as Nami sent him a glare before she hissed as there were footsteps coming towards the door.

“If you hide me I’ll let you stay with us for free.” Nami said quickly as there was a knock on the door.

“Deal- wait, why are you-?” Nami was rushing towards him then where he stood in the shower with panic on her face.

“I unlocked the door because I was about to leave-“ she whispered quickly.

Mav was going to get butchered on this ship by the rest of the crew, he just knew it. This woman was going to get him killed. “You’re telling me there’s nowhere else for you to hide?” He hissed at her, but even as he looked around the room as she got closer he knew there wasn’t any, there wasn’t anything big enough that she could hide behind or that she could hide in without causing a mess and emptying cupboards- all of which would take too long anyway.

“Maverick? It’s Usopp. Am I okay to come in and grab my slingshot, I’ll be quick. Not gunna try and introduce myself properly while you’re in the shower man don’t worry.”

He couldn’t help but tense as she shook her head at him with wide pleading eyes, now drenched herself as she stood under the shower head right beside him. He did the only thing he could think of and gently gripped her elbow pulling her behind his back. “Yea, gimme a second to-“ Mav nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt hands press into his lower back, right where his scars were. You should have just let her get caught you sympathetic bastard, why can’t you ever say no to helping out a woman in need? “-Unlock the door.” He finished his sentence as he swallowed, he’d felt her hands freeze where they were. Her fingers twitched against his back then, before he felt them trail up, into another scar.

“The doors unlocked already it’s alright-“ Usopp said casually as he walked in not paying Maverick any mind as he proceeded to wander around the bathroom looking at the side of the sink, then in the cupboard built into the mirror before he turned Mav’s way and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Ah erm, it’s behind you, in the alcove.” 

Of fucking course it is… for fuck sake.

Maverick sighed before he levelled Usopp with a look. “I’ll grab you it, but turn around. Don’t like people seeing my back.” The sniper seemed nice enough, surely he’d comply and give Mav this… Not to mention the ships navigator, who he was currently blocking from site with his wider frame, would undoubtedly be caught if he turned around in front of Usopp.

“Uh yea, sure man, no worries.” Usopp gave him a confused look before he did as he was told.

“Alright don’t move, if you look, I’ll know, and I’ll tell the cats to come after you in your sleep.” He said sternly watching as the sniper actually shook a little.

“I won’t look man, I swear.” Usopp said a little shakily. Mav sucked in a breath, he’d grab this guys slingshot, turn back around and then be free from this bat shit insane scenario. He just had to turn around to see what he was looking at… and see Nami, someone he didn’t know, probably looking at him with disgust. Great. Great- just get it over with already Mav.

He turned around on the spot, saw the slingshot out of the corner of his eye before his attention was pulled down to a head full of hair the same colour as his, soaking wet and tinted a shade of brown, he wouldn’t have paid any mind if he’d have saw the woman looking at him. But she wasn’t looking up at him. She was looking down, Mav flexed his jaw when he realised what she was looking at. Couldn’t resist the urge to look huh? You held out for a good while sweetheart, I’ll give you that. He brought his hand up between them, crooked his finger as he tilted her chin up with it. She was blushing, hell so was he, but he still managed to raise one brow at her as he tried not to smile a little smugly. That’s not part of our deal, Nami. She seemed to understand exactly what the look meant because she looked to the side after that. Mav leaned forward a touch, dropping his finger from her chin as he grabbed Usopps slingshot before he turned around again. He wasn’t going to bully the woman too much for it, it wasn’t like he hadn’t gave her a once over when he’d first opened his eyes.

“Here you go man. Catch.” He said the sniper turned around then to catch the slingshot threw his way and promptly shouted thanks to Mav before he walked back out and shut the door. A quiet settled then in Usopps absence. Maverick didn’t move, neither did Nami, before he finally let out a breath.

“He’s gone Nami, I think you’re safe.” He spoke quietly, those hands were back on his back again and he didn’t know if he wanted to lean into the touch or jump away from it. Nobody touched his back like that, then again, there was only one other person on the ship that had seen them. But It was far too tender a touch from a woman that he didn’t know, he pulled away, turning around to face her then as she looked up at him with concern etched on her face.

“Your scars-“ She started, her voice quiet before Mav cut her off.

“Please don’t, forget you ever saw them. Don’t say anything to anyone, I don’t know you, Nami. Please… leave it alone.”  His voice didn’t shake as he spoke but he was cursing internally at how raw his voice sounded at the mere mention of them outloud. He walked a little bit out of the shower and deeper into the bathroom as he grabbed her a towel. He still needed to wash his hair but Nami was still here- she was a big girl, she could sort herself out he was sure. “Here, maybe you can make it to your room and get sorted without anyone seeing you.”

“Thanks…” she said, taking the towel from him with a sort of awkward half smile as she gave herself a quick once over with the thing so she wasn’t dripping water everywhere and then wrapped it round her head to help dry her hair.

“Be careful you don’t slip in those damn heels.” Mav snorted at her with a lighthearted smile as she turned back to him with something resembling a cheeky grin as she let out an easy laugh, the tension disappearing now they weren’t talking about an obviously heavy topic.

“I’ll try my best, Joy.” Nami winked at him before she was gone and Mav had to blink a few times at the nickname before he let out a chuckle of his own as he stepped back into the shower, continuing to lather the rest of his hair in shampoo. Of course… my tattoos. She’s a little bit cheeky... for a witch. 

thoughts on Nami having a little bit of an interest in Maverick? And please let me know if you enjoyed the spice from Zoro and Sanji ;) and the softness at the end too <3

Chapter Text

some domesticity for our two wings

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Sanji had fell asleep without getting his pajamas, and he woke up cursing as he was under the duvet his shoes somehow no longer on and his shirt jacket and tie, and his shirt all seemingly took off during the night as he slept. There was a weight on his chest and across his ribs as he looked down to see a head full of green hair on his chest and a thick tanned arm draped over him. He let out a sigh as he watched Zoro’s back rise and fall with each breath he took. I need to go make breakfast… but this is nice, god this is really nice.

Sanji blinked sleepily as he brought his hand up to Zoro’s hair, combing his fingers through soft strands gently as to not wake the swordsman. The bigger man groaned in his sleep at the attention though, and Sanji couldn’t help but chuckle when that arm that was draped over him wrapped around him almost possessively. Damn who knew he could be like this, I wanna see more of this side, he’s an asshole with a soft middle apparently. Fuck why am I so okay with being held by the big brute? 

“Do you have to get up?” Zoro’s tone was low, thick with sleep as it rolled out of him lazily. It did something to Sanji that he wouldn’t admit outloud, even if the Marimo could no doubt feel that trickle of heat flow between them.

“Yea.” Sanji smirked, his own voice was husky from sleep too and he couldn’t help but chuckle when Zoro groaned in disappointment as he pulled his hand out of his hair. “Want anything specific for breakfast?” He asked quietly as Zoro rolled off his chest back onto his own pillow, Sanji couldn’t help but snort at the half assed glare he was getting as the swordsman then proceeded to rub his eye with a grunt.

“Maybe eggs…” Zoro slurred, still half asleep.

“How do you like your eggs, Marimo?”

“With a kiss.” Zoro breathed out, his eyes closed again, clearly losing the battle to the pull of sleep as Sanji smiled wide at that response and felt affection surge in his chest as he looked at the tanned man sprawled out beside him half asleep looking so utterly relaxed and content. Still apparently thinking of him subconsciously even while half asleep if that response was anything to go by. Sanji pulled the duvet back off himself as he scanned the room for the rest of his clothes and his shoes, spotting them thrown at the couch haphazardly. Ugh. It’s fine I can iron them out, I need to get a wash though. But first…

Sanji leaned over to were the swordsman was now laid flat on his back and pressed a kiss against the man’s cheek, his attempt to pull away was thwarted as a hand cupped the back of his head and Zoro hummed as he pressed their mouths together. It wasn’t hurried or particularly suggestive, just a gentle brush of his lips, a soft press before the contact was gone. Sanji smirked as he looked down to see Zoro looking at him through one heavy lidded eye, a slight smile pulling at one corner of his mouth as if he was in a dreamy haze. “Breakfast was great cook, thanks…” Zoro drawled as that hand fell from Sanji’s hair and Zoro’s eye closed again as he let out a deep sigh. Asleep. He’s fucking fell asleep- was he even awake for any of that exchange? Idiot. Sanji couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as he fully got out of bed and got dressed. He used a little of Zoro’s deodorant under his arms before putting his shirt on, he could shower after breakfast. Wash his face a little in the sink in the kitchen, he had a spare toothbrush up there at least for mornings when he hadn’t slept particularly well.

Oh my god… I didn’t make Maverick anything to eat last night- the man’s been starving and- holy fuck what kind of cook am I?

Sanji felt his gut twist in horror as he shoved his shoes on before he crept out of the door. But as soon as he was down the corridor past the men’s quarters he broke out into a sprint towards the kitchen. What did Sooty say he liked again? Omelettes? And chocolate? Not together obviously but- I’m an asshole. What the hell is wrong with me?

Sanji flew into the kitchen pulling his tie out from under his collar as went, the thing just wasn’t cooperating he needed a mirror- he really wasn’t with it this morning. Only when he was halfway past the table did he notice the redhead that he had forgotten to feed last night, sat at the head of the table with wide eyes. Wearing nothing more than a white T-shirt and a pair of grey boxers. Sanji froze where he was mid stride as he blinked. Mav tilted his head at Sanji before he raised his hands up by his head in gesture of surrender without so much as saying a word.

Sanji let out a breath. “You’re up early?”

“I could say the same for you.” Maverick retorted with a friendly chuckle. Sanji just smirked.

“I gotta make breakfast, I’m the cook. I’m always up early.”

“You always fly through the doors in a panic and half dressed too?” Mav smiled wickedly as he raised both brows at Sanji and Sanji couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of him. Why is this ginger bastard so easy to talk to?

“I realised I was a shitty cook and didn’t make you any food last night, I came to rectify that.” He said as he cracked open the cupboard and pulled out the eggs on auto pilot not missing the slight look of surprise cross Mavericks face before the man shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it, I mean I appreciate the urgency once you realised- but Nami grabbed me something small later on.” Mav said with a smile before both his brows quirked up at Sanji and Sanji cocked a brow in question as the red heads eyes seemed to dart up from somewhere below his chin.

“I got something on my face?” Sanji asked as he brought both hands up to his face and patted at his cheeks.

Mav chuckled before he wet his lower lip with his tongue. “No, but you have something on your neck- right here.” Mav pointed at his own neck, just under his ear and below his jaw. Sanji felt his face flush immediately. As he pulled open the cupboard over the sink and grabbed the spare mirror he hid in there. Putting it on the counter he looked into it and wow, yea, not only did he look like he’d been dragged through a hedge backwards with his hair absolutely everywhere. But there was a dark hickey on his neck, a lovely shade of red and yellow where his skin had bruised and blood vessels had popped.

“I’m gunna fucking kill him.” Sanji bit out in annoyance before the red head sat at the table started laughing quietly, Sanji filled the teapot with water before he put it on the stove. “Coffee?”

“God, yes please.” The smithy almost gasped as he came and stood in the kitchen he went to open one of the cupboards before he paused. “Sorry- looking for mugs, I realise it’s your kitchen it’s why I haven’t had any coffee yet or I’d be on my third cup by now. Where are they?”

Sanji’s brows reached his hair line. “Third cup? They’re to the left- there, how do you ever sleep?” Sanji asked genuinely perplexed even as he eyed the other man as he opened the cupboard, casting his eyes down the length of the man’s leg, they were surprisingly strong, well proportional to his upper body even if they were void of hair like Zoro’s, and- he actually has an ass too...huh…

“Caffeine doesn’t affect me all that much honestly.“ Maverick chuckled as he spoke from behind the cupboard door grabbing two cups and shutting the thing with a smirk. Sanji was still a little zoned out as his gaze was locked at the piece of floor beside the man’s hip now he’d turned around. “Sorry, were you staring at my ass? Do you want me to turn around so you can get a better view?” 

Sanji heard the playfulness in the man’s tone but it didn’t stop his cheeks from burning as he scowled at the smithy who stood across from him. “I wasn’t staring.” He hissed.

“Sure you weren’t. Just like you didn’t come flying in here in yesterdays clothes because you definitely didn’t spend the night with Zoro and had no spares.” Mav snorted as he smiled smugly at Sanji, his eyes were friendly though which was strange for Sanji. He was used to Zoro making digs at him to try and start a fight, to initiate that contact and that buzzing adrenaline and excitement. He didn’t quite know how to take it when it was purely playful like what Maverick was doing. “Sanji, I’m just messing with you. Relax man.” 

Sanji watched curiously as the red head pulled open some of the drawers as he looked for spoons before he hummed victoriously, closing the drawer with his hip as he leaned against the counter and sighed at the tea pot taking its sweet time to boil. Sanji decided then, at that moment, he didn’t mind the other man all that much. He seemed genuine, had a personality Sanji wasn’t used to, but that was hardly Mavericks fault. “I don’t know, I could have sworn you were flirting with me.” Sanji smirked as he shoved his tie into his pocket, the thing still wasn’t cooperating. He was getting changed after he’d prepped breakfast anyway, he still needed a shower. The pot started whistling then and Sanji took it off the heat as he grabbed the coffee and sugar.

“Jeez, don’t let Zoro hear you say that or I’ll be on the wrong end of a blade.” Mav said as Sanji quirked a brow with a teaspoon in the sugar pot. “Two please, cheers.” Sanji made them both coffee pouring the milk in before he passed the man his cup in the comfortable silence that had settled. Until Maverick groaned at the first sip he took. “Sanji if you were single I could kiss you, that is a damn good cup of coffee.”

Sanji let out a snort at the compliment, Zoro wasn’t lying, the man is definitely a flirt. A shameless one at that. As Sanji looked up he was greeted with the sight of a half asleep swordsman stood in the doorway looking at him with a squinted eye clearly still not fully awake. “Marimo? You look like shit don’t you normally sleep for another few hours?” Sanji asked with a head tilt, no wonder the swordsman looked rough.

“You fucked up my sleep schedule, Cook.” He drawled as he made his way into the room, past the dining table and then over to the pot as he went to go grab himself a mug but looked up pale legs, up a broad chest to see Maverick stood in front of the cupboard. Zoro didn’t even speak, he just blinked at Maverick before he opened the cupboard door against the man’s head.

Mav flexed his jaw before he smacked Zoro around the back of the head in irritation. “Use your words, Zoro.” Maverick said, grabbing Zoro’s arm and pulling it off the handle of the cupboard as he rolled his eyes before he turned around and opened the cupboard himself, grabbing another mug from the cupboard. “Some things just don’t change do they?” He muttered to himself as he put the cup in the swordsman’s hand while shaking his head.

“You want a fight, Rapunzel?” Zoro grumbled and Sanji couldn’t help but laugh when Mavericks eyes went wide as the man started to choke on his coffee. 

“You’d probably fall asleep half way through Marimo, gimme that.” Sanji said as he grabbed Zoro’s coffee cup from his hand and filled it up for him, black coffee just like what he usually had on a morning. “Where are your clothes? Did you literally just crawl out of bed?”

“Yea, you mentioned something about eggs, and I'm hungry.” Zoro shrugged as he leaned back against the counter. “Had to clean up some stuff, nd forgot to get dressed after.” He slurred as he went to take a sip of his coffee. Sanji let out a sigh, forgot to get dressed but remembered his swords and how to tie his sash though- and you were the one that mentioned eggs moron.

“Zoro you’re gunna burn your mouth-“ Mav tried to warn the swordsman before Zoro was hissing in pain and Maverick let out a tired sigh. “You're an idiot.”

“You normally put cold water in it too, you bastard.” Zoro turned to the smithy with an accusatory glare before he realised it wasn’t Maverick who’d made him the coffee, it was Sanji.

“Wow your brain really isn’t working this morning is it mate?” Mav snorted as Zoro stuck his middle finger up at him before he groaned. “Got your work cut out for you with this one Sanji.”

Sanji hummed softly as he let out a quiet laugh. “You’d know all about that I’m sure.” He cocked a brow at Maverick as the smithy raised both brows in surprise. He didn’t blush though, didn’t shy away from what Sanji had said.

“I told him.” Zoro said to Mav as casually as if he was asking for the salt at the dinner table.

Mav smacked Zoro on the chest with a look of mock offense on his face as he shook his head. “Course you did, never been good at keeping your mouth shut, Roronoa.” The smithy said with a sigh as he downed the rest of his coffee. Sanji coughed into his own coffee at the implications of the comment before Zoro went a vibrant shade of red. “Hey- I never meant it like that.” Mav said as he put both hands up in surrender, but Zoro already had his hand fisted in the man’s shirt with a scowl.

“The hell you didn’t-“

“C’mon, Zoro- even if I did it’s a joke, you're never normally this uptight. Is it genuinely that much of a sore spot for you…?” Maverick trailed off as he asked the question and Zoro didn’t reply as he just held the man there, boxed in against Sanji’s worktops with a fierce scowl still plastered on his face. The smithy seemed to look away from Zoro then as he flexed his jaw, clearly hurt by the swordsman’s lack of an answer he let out a sigh. 

Sanji watched as Maverick tentatively wrapped a hand around Zoro’s wrist and the swordsman’s grip loosened. He did find it a little concerning how quick Zoro was to anger at something that even Sanji could tell was a joke, an inappropriate joke sure, but it wasn’t a huge deal. Unless maybe Zoro thought he'd be offended by it? Surely not. He sent out a wave of reassurance just to be safe, let it graze past the swordsman’s consciousness gently.

Marimo, you’re not worried about me taking offence or something are you? I’m not gunna be pissed because you have a history.

No cook it’s not that… it’s not you, I appreciate that though 

Sanji was just left even more confused before Zoro let out a sigh of frustration and dropped his head where he stood in front of the red head, his hair pressed firmly into Mavericks shirt at the centre of his chest. Sanji watched as the other man blinked down at Zoro a look of understanding dawning on his features before a fond smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Pale hands came up to Zoro’s biceps and squeezed before he pulled Zoro into a hug. “I missed you too, man. You can just ask, you know, instead of threatening me with violence.”

Sanji watched as Zoro deflated in the other man’s arms, and he strangely wasn’t jealous… In fact he was more in awe. Because it was obvious Zoro trusted Mav, it was so obvious now just how close they were, or had been, as friends, forgetting any of the extra shit. Because this wasn’t anything like that, this reminded Sanji of when Usopp hugged Luffy when the captain was overwhelmed, it wasn’t romantic whatsoever.

“Not Zoro’s style.” Sanji let out a snort as Mav cocked a brow his way, smiling before his eyes went wide as he seemed to register who he was looking at.

“Er Zoro- your boyfriend is literally right here, don’t wanna give him the wrong idea.” Mav said stiffly as Zoro pulled back and looked over at Sanji with raised brows before he stepped back out of the red heads arms and swatted him in the stomach.

“Idiot- the cook knows that’s not what it was. Besides…” Zoro said with mischief dancing in his eyes as he stood back between the two men and grabbed his cup. “He’s already pictured me railing you.”

Sanji nearly ripped the sink clean out of the counter top and threw it at Zoro but instead he opted to just stand there and hope his glare was enough to kill the other man. Especially when Maverick nearly spilt the hot water from the teapot all over his hand as he poured his second cup of coffee. Sanji let out a controlled sigh through his tightly restrained rage as he put his cup down on the side. “Marimo… you’ve just landed yourself in a whole load of hot water. As of right now, consider yourself on a ban.”

Zoro looked at him with concern then as Mav tried to hold his laughter in, the Smithy was nearly keeled over the kitchen counter, his shoulders shaking. “From what, Booze?” Mav asked with laughter dancing in his eyes.

“Worse.” Sanji said as he turned around and grabbed a pan out of the cupboard as casual as anything.

“Sanji-“ Zoro was serious in an instant as he took a step towards the cook with his arm raised. Mav was laughing properly now, his face buried in his folded arms that were splayed out on the counter.

“Don’t Sanji me, and don’t touch me- first of all I never even said that, and second of all-you get yourself in less trouble when you have your mouth full, you brainless hunk of Moss.”

Zoro was pink in the face as he stood there with his hands on his hips now unable to look at Sanji or Maverick as he bit his lip, his expression was a mixture of tired and defeated. He obviously realised he’d fucked up. “What if I… apologise?”

“Oh fucking hell, you better make it a good apology Zoro.” Mav said as he looked over at Sanji from where he was still leaning on the counter before he gave the blonde a playful wink. “Explains why you were looking at my arse earlier though-“

“Don’t you fucking start asshole, I was zoned out.” Sanji snapped and Maverick just started roaring with laughter again as Zoro started chuckling to himself. “There’s too many men in this fucking Kitchen so early on the morning.” Sanji said as he dragged a hand over his face in frustration.

“I’m just messing with you Sanji, I’m sure Zoro was too.” Maverick laughed before he took a sip out of his second coffee, smirking at how Zoro’s hand cupped Sanji’s hip as he reached for his forgotten coffee cup on the counter. “Either of you know what the deal is with your navigator by the way? What’s the situation with her and the men’s cabin, if she’s caught in there again she wipes people's debt?”

“She was in the men’s cabin again?” Zoro asked as he rolled his eyes.

Sanji snorted, he remembered that day. It had been over 6 months ago now. “Usopp threw a fit because Nami walked in while he was getting out of the shower, so she made a deal with everyone that she’d stop doing it and respect everyone’s privacy. If anyone caught her in there again she’d clear their debts. She tell you that yesterday when she got you something to eat?”

“Um no… she ambushed me while I was in the shower.”

“She what?!?” Sanji and Zoro both shouted as they looked at Maverick in disbelief.

Mav put his hands out in front of him in some vague defensive gesture. “I literally had my eyes closed and I hear the door go and this voice calling me an asshole for ignoring her- when I open them she starts going on about the cost of staying with you guys and using your supplies-“

“How much is she tryna charge you?” Zoro deadpanned, Zoro and Sanji both knew what Nami was like. Sanji was still trying to wrap his head around the fact Nami had willingly walked into the bathroom- surely she’ll have heard the shower was on?

“She did mention coming to talk to you about that stuff…” Sanji said remembering that they’d passed her in the hallway.

“She’s not charging me anything. Usopp came in looking for his slingshot, she said if I hid her I could stay for free.” Maverick shrugged with a smirk and Sanji’s eyes went wide before he squinted.

“Where the hell did you hide her?” Sanji asked and Zoro started laughing then as he put his hand on the blonde’s shoulder. Zoro knew the look on Maverick’s face. Knew there was nowhere for Nami to hide in the men’s bathroom.

“I don’t think you’re gunna like the answer, cook.”

Mav tilted his head with an innocent quirk of his brows as he shrugged. “Behind me.” 

“But you were in the shower…” Sanji said with confusion before it all dawned on him and his eyes widened in realisation. Something defensive roiled in his guts when it all clicked and he was immediately ready to throw the ginger across from him into the sea.

“I was, yea.”

“You perverted asshole-“ Sanji started as he scowled over at Maverick, his finger pointing at the man accusingly as Mav frowned. 

“Hey if anyone’s the pervert she is-“

“How could you say that about Nami-“

“Because I had to turn around to grab Usopps fucking sling shot and she was the one looking at me!” Mav said as he pointed at himself defiantly his cheeks flushed a bit pink as he glared at Sanji. Sanji just blinked in shock as Zoro raised his brows in surprise. “-and let me say, it wasn’t just a quick fucking glance. Why didn’t you warn me she was full of hell by the way? You said she was the ‘sweet redhead’ that woman is a demon in high heels.”

Zoro laughed at that, a rolling laugh that had Sanji looking at the swordsman in disbelief. How is he laughing about this? How was this funny? Nami had gotten soaked in a shower because of this brute of a man… well maybe it had been her own fault but- still. Nami had been stood in the shower with a very naked Maverick…Sanji didn’t get the chance to retort with anything because Zoro spoke up instead. “She’s a redhead Mav, you’re full of hell at the best of times what did you expect?”

“That’s fair- but still.” Maverick put his head in his hands like he was traumatised.

“Wait- did you say she was stood behind you?” Zoro’s face seemed to drop then into something entirely more serious and Sanji remembered what Zoro had said about the man’s scars. Mavericks smile faltered at that and he just nodded in confirmation.

“If she didn’t see them, she definitely felt them. Put her hands on my back in panic I think… it’s not great. Asked her not to say anything. Anyway- I’m gunna go get dressed and I’ll be back up for breakfast in like an hour?” Maverick said as he cocked a brow at Sanji.

“Yea and hour.” Sanji muttered as he watched the man leave the room with his coffee in hand. “How do you find this so funny? Nami was forced into such a situation-“

“She got herself into that situation, Curly. Besides, she can handle herself. Mav would never lay a finger on a woman anyway… not unless they asked.” Zoro added as he cocked his brows thoughtfully as he stared out into the kitchen.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” Sanji bit out as Zoro dragged his attention back to the cook, smirking at the blondes scowl as he wrapped a hand around Sanji’s shoulder.

“You know exactly what I mean, Cook. We both know what Nami is like anyway, she likes getting her own way.”

“What and you think getting Maverick is getting her own way?” Sanji asked with a grimace, he didn’t know why, he wasn’t jealous of the other man, but it was his nakama. He’d only just met the smithy despite Zoro’s immediate trust in him and the man’s easy going nature, Sanji didn’t really know him all that well, he was probably overthinking. But the thought of the navigator having an interest in the red haired man still made his stomach twist anxiously. What if he insults her? Doesn’t treat women properly, what if he’s not who he says he is at all and-

“I don’t know, maybe- will you relax? He's not gunna do anything crazy you know, he might be a flirt but he’s not a psycho, Sanji.” Zoro spoke softly as he pressed his face into the side of the blondes cheek, Sanji let out a breath as he draped his own arm over Zoro’s shoulder, still slightly zoned out as he danced his hand up into green hair, carding his fingers through it distractedly. “Can you make me eggs before you go shower?” Zoro spoke softly and Sanji smiled as he came back to himself massaging Zoro’s scalp with more intent as he hummed.

“Sure, Marimo. You planning on hanging off me like a crustacean the whole time?” Sanji said with a chuckle as he turned around and turned the heat of the pan on, spraying some oil on the pan as he leaned over to grab a knife and spatula from the drawer. A stretch when he now had a moss ball holding both his hips as he rested his head on Sanji’s shoulder. “I meant what I said by the way, if you want… you can be a bit more like this around the others too.”

Really?

Maybe not this obvious immediately but yea… a little bit at a time. I’m not huge on pda is all.

“What’s pda?” Zoro asked quietly and Sanji elbowed the swordsman in the ribs gently to get him off his back so he could actually move about the kitchen freely.

“Public displays of affection, Moss for brains. I don’t mind little things, but big things in front of groups of people, or in public- It grosses me out to see it, so I don’t like doing it. Yes it’s the same with women before you ask if it’s because you’re a guy- it’s not.” Sanji said as he pointed the spatula at Zoro where the swordsman stood leaned against the counter with his arms folded curiously. Obviously he was gentler with women, but he still wasn’t a big fan of over the top physical things.

“What are big things and what are small things?” Zoro asked with a tilted head.

Sanji cracked the eggs into a pan then before he went to grab bread and pulled the toaster out. He grabbed some avocado as well while he was in the cupboard and cocked a brow at Zoro in silent question to make sure the Marimo liked avocado, Zoro gave him a nod. “So big things; making out in public, sitting in each other’s lap and being wrapped around eachother- god I hate it, that type of stuff should be private. Like I don’t mind when a couple are like casually sat on eachothers knee or whatever, having a drink and laughing but it’s when they get all soppy and overly touchy-“ Sanji shivered in disgust as he picked up the pepper and salt.

Zoro was still listening intently when Sanji glanced over at him so he continued. “Little things are alright. A hand on your lower back or hip, someone touching your hair or maybe even resting your chin on someone’s shoulder. Kissing someone on the cheek too… I don’t mind hand holding but it’s not really something I’d do outside of the ship just because of how obvious it is- it’d make whoever you’re with a target when you’re a pirate.” Sanji huffed and Zoro seemed to let out a hum of understanding.

“What about this-“ Zoro asked as he stood up from where he’d been leaned, walking past Sanji towards the sink Sanji jolted when his ass was pinched, the touch didn’t linger though, and Zoro was immediately rinsing his mug out in the sink before he turned and cocked a brow at the blonde with a playful smirk on his face.

“Maybe, but only if you can keep it discreet- definitely don’t lead with that if you’re gunna start being more touchy or the crew are going to think we’re just screwing around.” Sanji grumbled before he shook his head to himself a smile making its way onto his face despite himself as he put a hand over his face and let out a laugh. “God you’re gunna be a nightmare with this aren’t you?”

“No.” Zoro lied, and Sanji shot him a withering look as the swordsman started chuckling. “I can do subtle, Curly. I get it, I prefer most things in private too.” He reassured, and Sanji felt a smile tug at his lips as their connection pulsed with comfortable understanding.

“I think this is the longest time we’ve gone without fighting? Is all it takes to calm you down sucking on a-“ Sanji didn’t get to finish his sentence before he was having to fight off three blades swinging for him as adrenaline flared between them.

Zoro’s eggs were a little overcooked by the time they were done fighting, and Sanji definitely needed a new spatula… And maybe a new brain, because Mavericks earlier comment about Zoro never being good at keeping his mouth shut came and bit him in the ass mid way through the fight. Because his imagination got the better of him, and he wasn’t the only one that saw the picture his mind had conjured. Zoro was bright red when they eventually called truce.

Seriously Zoro and Sanji are absolutely ruining eachothers lives with this shared positivity connection. It’s only going to keep happening too. (Maybe they’ll remember to tell Chopper soon) 😂

For those interested I am trying to do a lil sketch of Mavs general appearance (I don’t like AI but used it as inspiration to get some ideas, as well as taking some things from Kids face shape etc) (but am drawing it myself)

Chapter Text

Guys. There’s a lot of plot here. I’m so sorry.

but promise there’s something juicy coming soon.

Breakfast came and went, each member of the crew introducing themselves to Maverick before they inevitably tried to grill him for details on his past, mostly about how he knew Zoro. Which the man seemed more than willing to share with them, Sanji even started chuckling as the redhead had Usopp, Chopper and Luffy enthralled with a story of his and Zoro’s first fight. The man was surprisingly humble too, admitting that even though he had the strength advantage at the time, because of his age, Zoro was already a far better swordsman than he was. They ended up in a draw after that first fight but they were fast friends afterwards apparently.

“Ugh, what is it with boys and long pointy things?” Nami commented feigning boredom as she pretended to yawn, Sanji watched as Robin let out a small quiet laugh before Maverick was grinning.

“Plenty of girls grow up to be fans of long pointy things to you know, Nami. It’s not an exclusive fan club.” Maverick smiled slyly. Sanji had to fight the urge not to smack the man round the back of the head for the blatant suggestiveness of his comment before he watched Nami smirk back at him.

“Maybe I’m just not one of those girls.” Nami said matter of factly as she raised a single brow at him with a smug smile.

He chuckled as he stood up from the table, jeans back on along with that white t-shirt from this morning hugging his frame, belt holding his sword to one side in a custom sheath. “Could’ve fooled me, sweetheart.” He hummed, sending a playful wink in their navigators direction before he thanked Sanji for breakfast and left. Sanji couldn’t quite believe what he’d just witnessed, especially now the man was out of the kitchen. Because Nami was sat there blushing crimson as she stared at the seat the man had occupied while Robin covered her own mouth with her hand delicately, eyes dancing with mirth.

“Nami, why are you so red?” Luffy asked in confusion.

“Did he just call you sweetheart?” Usopp said with a look of horror and concern, eyeing the door where the smithy had left from before the snipers brain seemed to catch up with the entire exchange as his jaw hit the floor. “Did he wink at you?!?!”

“I don’t know bros, I think Nami kinda liked it if that blush is anything to go-“ Franky was smacked around the head so fast he would never have seen it coming as Nami stormed out of the kitchen. “What did I say?”

“The truth.” Robin said softly as she pressed a kiss against Franky’s temple where they sat beside one another at the table, squeezing his arm gently as she offered him a sweet smile.

Sanji groaned to himself as he made a start on the dishes. It was going to be a long day, and maybe even weeks depending on how long Maverick ended up staying with them for. 

Lunch time had them all out on deck in the sun again, thankfully it wasn’t quite as hot as it had been the other day, there was actually a breeze, but the sun was still scorching so it was sandwiches and ice cold lollies, and drinks all round courtesy of the cook. There wasn't a cloud in sight as they all lounged on deck and Zoro let out a sigh as he leaned back into the grass in just his trousers and hamaraki. Perfect weather to take a nap.

“Hey Zoro-“ Usopp shouted from not too far away where he sat with Chopper on the grass eating an ice lolly. Zoro cracked his eye open to look at the sniper as he let out a grunt. “What’s on Mavericks back that he doesn’t want people to see?”

Zoro felt a surge of annoyance jolt through him at the question. People couldn’t just mind their own damn business could they? “It’s none of your business.” Zoro ground out as he closed his eyes again. Hell, the only reason Zoro had ever seen them was from one time they’d came back to the apartment they shared drunk, and even then he hadn’t asked, Mav had just seen the look on his face and chose to tell him. Come to think of it… I think I’m the first person he ever told, who knows if he’s told anyone else since then.

“I mean sure but- whatever it is can’t be that bad-“

“Where is he anyway? Not seen him since breakfast.” Sanji cut in, stopping Usopps line of questioning as Zoro craned his head opening his eye again to see the blonde walking over with three drinks in his hand.

Thanks Cook

Don’t mention it 

“He is ginger bros, maybe he doesn’t like the sun all that much.” Franky said with a chuckle. Zoro raised a brow as he felt something soft brush up against his side, he couldn’t help but smile when he saw Sooty rubbing up against his ribs, the cat padding gently onto his chest before she splayed herself out across him as if he was a bed.

“Namis ginger and she loves the sun!” Luffy shouted defiantly from somewhere near the mast. “Robin, can you find him and get him to come outside?”

“Of course captain.” Robins voice was smooth as she crossed her arms over her chest then closed her eyes. “He appears to be mid workout, would you like me to interrupt?” 

“Working out in this heat he better be staying hydrated!” Chopper shouted with a frown as Robin let out a small laugh.

“Yea!”

“Very well.” Robin said before there was a short pause, then a loud crashing sound from the crows nest. “Oh dear-“

“You scared the shit out of him didn’t you?” Zoro said with a snort as he looked up towards Robin who was laid out on a sun lounger beside Nami, he couldn’t help the shit eating grin that sprouted on his face when Robin uncrossed her arms and put a hand over her mouth guiltily. Though he could tell she was trying to not let a laugh escape.

“I will admit I’ve never seen someone jump quite so high... Is it possible our new friend is a devil fruit user?” Robin asked carefully and Zoro raised both brows, he hadn’t even thought to ask, Mav hadn’t been when he’d known him but it was possible. But what has given Robin that idea?

“Why, what makes you think he might be?” Nami asked with squinted eyes, Zoro had given up on napping now. Especially as Sanji shoved a drink in his hand, he made to sit up but remembered that he had Sooty laid across his chest.

“Cook can you- thanks.” Zoro smiled at the little black cat as Sanji picked her up gently before taking a seat and popping her in his own lap where she proceeded to purr loudly at the attention as her ears were scratched lightly. Zoro sent a gentle prod of affection the cooks way as he watched the scene fondly before turning his attention over to the two women as he squinted at Robin curiously.

“I’d prefer to keep it to myself for now, on the off chance I was seeing things. But should more evidence arise I’ll let you all know my theory.” She gave Zoro a quick look before she turned her attention to Nami. Whispering something quietly to the red haired witch which had Nami rolling her eyes while smirking.

“Whatever you’re plotting- cut it out.” 

Zoro knew his voice was stern, but he didn’t expect the trickle of heat that found its way to him as he turned to look at Sanji with cocked brows. Sanji just looked back at him pointedly as he lit a cigarette, suit jacket laid over one of the girls loungers, and tie nowhere in sight as the top four buttons of that mustard shirt he wore were left undone.

You like that Curly?

Maybe, but don’t try and use that shit on me. I don’t listen to orders from Marimos.

Don’t or won’t?

Both, I mean it Marimo you’re hot when you’re being bossy. But you’d have your work cut out. You’re better at following instructions than me anyway.

“You have no proof of that, dart-brow.” Zoro grumbled quietly and Sanji let out a snort before he blew plumes of smoke out of his nose.

“I can easily get proof.” Sanji retorted with a smirk. Zoro felt curiosity fill him as he raised his brow, a challenge huh? I can be stubborn cook, just to prove you wrong, I can be the most stubborn asshole in the world.

“Hey Luffy-“ Mavericks voice sounded from the ladders that connected the crows nest to the deck. “I’ll be out in a few minutes yea? I need a shower or I’m going to stink- especially in this heat. Does anyone have a razor I can pinch- I need to shave too…” Mav came down onto the deck, holding his t-shirt away from his chest with a grimace, it was damp and looked slightly sticky with sweat. He was wearing a pair of slacks Zoro had lent him too, light grey and baggy sitting lopsided on his hips.

“You can use one of my spares- blue handle, behind the mirror in the bathroom.”

“Life saver, thanks Sanji.” Mav called as he turned around to dash back up the stairs, Luffy shouting after him to hurry before he paused at the sun loungers and gave Robin a mirthful look. “Next time, please just shout for me… cool ability by the way, bet you’re a force to be reckoned with in a fight.”

Robin smiled gently at the brash compliment. “When I want to be, yes. I promise not to interrupt your shower in the same manner as your workout.” 

Mav raised both brows at that before he let out a short laugh. “I appreciate that, been far too many women in that bathroom recently.” He joked, casting Nami a small smirk before he jogged up the stairs.

Nami flushed red before she shot up from her sun lounger and actually sprinted up the stairs after Maverick. “Get back here you coward, you bet your ass I’m gunna find something to charge you for now!” She yelled before there was the slamming of the door and her voice faded out into nondescript shouting, the only other thing the crew heard after that was Mavericks roaring laughter before that eventually faded out too.

“They really seem to be getting along, huh?” Luffy said with a tilted head before he started grinning.

“Is that what getting along looks like?” Usopp said with worry as Brook started laughing.

“Of course it is! There is an old saying that suits Nami well, treat them mean, to keep them keen. Though I don’t know how keen Maverick-san is, Nami is at least treating him similarly to how she treats the rest of us, and we all love our Navigator- despite the concussions she sometimes dishes out.” Brook declared, before he turned to Usopp, leaning further towards the sniper before he added quietly. “If the man is smart, he will ask to see her panties.”

Sanji was the one that dealt the concussion to their musician then, to nobody’s surprise.

“Franky how long is it going to take to build a forge?” Luffy asked, Zoro quirked a brow up at that. Luffy was really set on Maverick staying long enough to be able to make them some weapons? What does Luffy have planned here?

“I don’t know man, I’ll probably have to wait till the next island to get supplies. Are you sure you want a forge building? How long is he staying for?”

“I don’t know yet- as long as he wants to? But he’ll be cool to come on some adventures with us atleast, right Zoro?” Luffy asked and Zoro rolled his eyes fondly.

“I mean yea probably- you don’t even know if he has a crew to go back too Luffy.” Zoro said before he realised he didn’t know either. I haven’t even asked, I suppose we haven’t really had the chance to sit down and talk about much though. He only woke up yesterday.

“Well we gotta find out! I wanna see what stuff he can make- we still gotta build a forge!” Luffy said before he took his hat off. “If he has a crew why would they abandon him on a sail boat with his cats, maybe we should find them and kick their ass.” Luffy said seriously, a shadow coming over his face as he frowned. Zoro felt his jaw tighten at that, because Luffy was easy going enough but he was serious about his crew, and he’s right. What type of crew would abandon someone like that.

“You don’t need to kick anyone’s ass, I’ve not been part of a permanent crew for around 2 years now. I put myself on that boat. I was stuck on the last island too long and the local blacksmiths didn’t have much else they could teach me. No ships had came through in over a month. Had a guy called positive Pablo flip a coin for me, landed on heads. He said if it landed on heads luck would be on my side.” Maverick shrugged as he came back out onto deck, jeans and belt now on with his crisp white button up shirt back on, sleeves rolled up to the elbow as he let it hang open.

“You put yourself on a sailboat from a coin flip!” Nami shouted in disbelief as she came out from behind the smithy with wide eyes.

“You met positive Pablo too?” Chopper asked with interest. “Do you know what his positivity beam does?”

Mav grinned with a ligh laugh.“Exactly what you’d think, the people hit with it can hear thoughts or feelings directed toward them that are positive. It only works between two people, he can do a few other things too, but he’s pretty much the relationship councillor of the island, why?” Maverick asked with a cocked brow and Zoro felt himself tense alongside the cook as the entire crew turned to stare at them. Before there was roaring laughter and Maverick stood their looking confused. But Zoro was more focused on Sanjis head pressed into his as the cooks face burned red and he scowled bloody murder.

“This is all your fault, you asshole!” Sanji seethed and Zoro felt the adrenaline punch him in the gut as he grabbed Sanji by the scruff of his shirt where they sat beside each other.

You obviously wanted me with you asshole, you needed my muscle to carry half your shopping

I wanted your muscle without the attitude attached!

“The hell it is Cook, you started it.”

“So that’s why you guys haven’t been fighting as much!” Luffy grinned as he let out a joyous laugh. 

“They got hit with it after fighting in the middle of the village- YOU GUYS DIDNT TELL ME YOU WERE HAVING SYMPTOMS FROM IT, IM YOUR DOCTOR YOU SHOULD HAVE SAID SOMETHING!” Chopper screamed before storming over and clipping them both round the back of the head. Zoro let go of Sanji’s shirt in an instant as he held his head.

“Sorry, Chopper.” They both mumbled.

“So bros, what exactly have you been hearing from one another, is the power still working on you?” Franky asked with a grin, and his question was genuine, but Zoro’s mind was far from clear as the memories of the last few days flooded his mind.

Zoro felt his face heat up at the question, Sanji somehow remaining calm and collected as anything as he lit up another cigarette. What the hell do I say to that? “I don’t have to answer that.” He grumbled, turning his head away from the shipwright with a fed up expression despite the faint pink tinge to his cheeks still being glaringly obvious.

“Feedback on fighting techniques and other things.” Sanji shrugged as if it was no big deal. Zoro shot Maverick a look when the smithy started chuckling to himself where he sat down between the two sun loungers on the upper part of the deck.

“Maverick… I will slice you in half.” He growled as he shot a glare the man’s way which only proved to spur on the low laughter from his old friend.

You’re surprisingly cute when you’re flustered

“And you can shut up too, Cook.” Zoro turned back around to face Sanji seeing the man smirking at him knowingly.

“Sanji, what are you saying to make Zoro blush like that?” Usopp asked with a snicker as he tilted his head at the swordsman.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want to hear the answer too, Usopp. Besides… there’s children present.” Maverick said matter of factly as he glanced at Chopper while taking a sip out of Namis drink, something which earned him a tut of dissaproval from the woman, but suprisingly not a smack around the back of the head. Zoro was stood up in half a second with all three swords drawn as he gave Maverick a death glare. Usopp was trying not to laugh as his eyes darted back and forth between Zoro and Maverick before the smithy sighed, standing up and jumping down onto deck before he grinned at Zoro a little manically, unsheathing his sword before the blade sprung out into the scythe it was designed to be.

“M-M-Maverick, I don’t know if fighting Zoro is a good idea.” Usopp stuttered out even as he ran to Luffys side to get out of the way. 

“Maybe not, but I could do with some practice.” Mav let out a light laugh before Zoro ran at the man. Practice? I’ll show this asshole practice.

Zoro focused his gaze in as he ran, teeth grinding down on the hilt of the sword in his mouth as he crossed his arms infront of him to strike. He’d give Mav credit, he didn’t flinch, didn’t move. But it wouldn’t matter when he was done with the bastard. He wasn’t going to kill him. But he wasn’t going to go easy. No, he was gunna kick the shit out of him. And I’m the one who isn’t good at keeping their mouth closed? Good for nothing ginger- Zoro swung down with both hands, a strike that was aimed right at Mavs chest. He couldn’t miss, his target was right-

There was a shrill ringing twang of metal scraping off metal as Zoro blinked. Then he blanched as he skidded past Maverick to a halt before he turned around with wide eyes. How the hell did he block that? And move out of the way? He- he literally side stepped-

Mav stood looking back at Zoro with his scythe raised towards the man before he had the audacity to take his eyes of him entirely. Looking up to where Nami and Robin were watching the scene with equally as wide eyes as the others on the deck. “Do either of you ladies have a hair tie I can lend?” 

“You’re not even taking this seriously are you?” Zoro growled. He may have picked this fight for the rush of adrenaline and the thrill of it, yea it had been sparked by Mav and his smart ass comment, but the smithy wasn’t even taking him seriously. It wasn’t just insulting, it was infuriating. I don’t know what the hell you've been doing Maverick, but over confidence will get you killed out here.

“Of course I am. I just don’t want you giving me a haircut, Zoro.” Mav frowned at Zoro insulted he’d suggest such a thing before he caught a hair tie thrown at him from Nami. “Thankyou, Nami.”

“You break it you pay for it, 100 Berries.” Nami said with a sigh and a smug look on her face.

“You’re a swindler, woman.” Mav growled as he tied his hair behind his back into a high ponytail. “Fine.” Mav turned just in time to see Zoro taking another swing at him, he managed to duck the attack and swing his scythe out towards the swordsman’s legs but it was close. “You asshole, the hell was that for?!”

“It’s a fight, idiot.” Zoro growled.

“Hardly.” Maverick said as he dodged another of Zoro’s strikes. What pissed Zoro off more is that the man didn’t even look annoyed, he was grinning like a madman sure. But he didn’t have any rage in him, no heat. It used to be so easy to rile Maverick up to the point of anger. But now it had seemed the man had everything under control, if there way annoyance or anger, it was masked and Zoro could hardly read the other man.

“You’re pathetic, you’re not even trying to strike back.” Zoro seethed as he stood in front of Mav, his scowl deeper than ever as he watched something flicker across Maverick’s face, his friends’ eyes glazing as his grin disappeared. Turning into a hard expression as he stilled where he stood. The air shifted then as everyone fell silent, there was a shift in the atmosphere- and that feeling again. That strange aura of something powerful, something hidden. It was unhinged, unstable- and if they were anyone else, would likely had them running in fear.

“What did you just call me?” Mavs voice was cold. Almost, distant…Zoro stopped dead when he realised what he’d done. After all this time, he’d forgotten, how could he have forgotten…This wasn’t the fight he wanted to have with his old friend, he wanted the man to take it more seriously than sparing, but he didn’t want the man having to re live that. Because he knew Mav, knew what and who caused those scars on his back. Knew exactly what he’d been called every single time a blow had landed. This wasn’t a fight he ever wanted to have with Maverick. But now he had to face the consequences, it was one of the only things the smithy had ever asked of him, to never use that word when they fought. Never call him Pathetic. Never remind him of his father like that. He’d seen Mav like this once before- and only once. Around a month before they parted ways. The guy that had said it hadn’t survived.

“Luffy, get everyone off the deck. Don’t come out until we’re done.” Zoro bowed his head as he sent a wave of reassurance to the cook to get a silent message across.

I’ve just made a mistake Cook, this just got serious. This is gunna take some time, but it’ll be fine.

“Luffy- do as he says. I’ll keep an eye on them, and I’ll get Zoro to come see you when they’re done.” Sanji stood as he brushed his shirt off, waving everyone inside. Luffy put his hat back on with a serious look on his face as he moved everyone inside the ship and Zoro dipped his head at Maverick. He had known the cook wouldn’t leave with the rest of them, he was surprised Luffy had agreed to and went inside himself, he just hoped Sanji would stay out of the fight. 

“Maverick.” Zoro said as they circled each other. His friend’s face was drawn, distant even, as hate danced behind his eyes, hate, pain and anger. Zoro knew most of it wasn’t even directed at him, but he still felt guilt gnaw at him for causing this. Because Mav wasn’t even seeing him, not really, Mav would fight him and seeing someone else. Blinded by rage, blinded by the past. “We will fight now, but just know, when we are done… I will owe you an apology.”

Maverick didn’t even respond, but as the man surged forward and brought down his scythe, Zoro could feel the force of the blow as he blocked it with two swords, he felt it shake the entire ship as it rattled his bones. He heard Sanji grimacing from where he stood at the wayside, jaw tensed and throat bobbing. Every swing and attack after the first was made with accuracy, made with intent to harm and to hurt. Zoro didn’t need to hold back as he came at Maverick with the same energy, that same pin point focus and killer instinct even if he didn’t want to hurt his friend. He wasn’t going to take a beating lying down, that’s not who he was and Maverick wouldn’t want him to either. Not even when he was like this. Because if Mav got the upper hand in this state of mind, he wouldn’t stop, or he was so much less likely to stop- to back down. It wasn’t worth the risk. Like I’d ever let him strike me down anyway, but still- he’d never forgive himself and I’d fucking kill him.

So they fought. Swing for swing, dodge for dodge. The fought tooth and nail for a time before Zoro rounded on Maverick again and Sanji spoke up from where he was now sat on the deck, leaned against the railing.

“Zoro- you’ve been fighting each other for two hours now.”

“Two hours?!” Zoro spat from between his teeth, eyes never leaving Maverick and the oncoming swing as the man seemed to run up the side of the mast before springing off the thing coming straight at Zoro. Zoro swung an attack of his own while dodging out of the way, but even as he saw his sword slice through skin at Mavericks right shoulder he felt the sting of skin splitting beneath a blade on his own thigh. Zoro felt his own eyes go wide, he hadn’t dodged far enough back. Maverick apparently having a similar thought as blue eyes widened in shock aswell before the smithy came skidding to a halt after turning mid air.

Zoro looked up then, his scowl of focus gone as he looked at the wound on his friends shoulder, it wasn’t too deep, it probably wouldn’t even scar. But it had done something, because Mav was blinking, there was no glaze to his eyes anymore as his eyes darted from left to right, he head snapping over to Zoro in an instant. Fear- he’s scared.

“Zoro- what-“ Mavericks eyes seemed to still on him as they both stood their panting, sweating and bleeding. Before horror creased on the red heads face as he recoiled back, “What happened- no, I didn’t- you didn’t-“ Maverick dropped his weapon then as if holding the thing was burning him before he dropped to his knees. His head in both hands as he sucked in a breath. 

“I said something.” Zoro breathed out between panting breaths. “Something you warned me never to say, I’m sorry, Mav.” He found himself looking at the ground in shame as he sheathed his swords. But his friend hadn’t moved from where he knelt. Pale hands had left his face and his eyes were distant, jittery, even if that glaze was gone.

“You have to finish the fight, you have to strike me down- Zoro. You have to finish the fight-“ Maverick was rambling and Zoro could feel his throat closing up, seeing Mav like this… He wished he could break the man that had left him with this- scarred him like this, because Zoro would break that bastard over and over again. The scars on Mavericks back were only the half of it, the ones left on his mind were worse.

Zoro, it’s okay, it’s alright 

It’s not alright, but it will be, it will be. It has to be.

Zoro swallowed.“The fight is finished! It’s a draw.” His voice was hoarse as his eyes remained locked on Mav.

“There are no draws- you have to finish it you bastard-“ Mav said as he surged up and Zoro could see the man sweating, he’d been back for a second, a part of him was still present but this wasn’t Mav- not fully. Part of him was somewhere else, even as he rammed Zoro into the wall, eyes wide and crazed as Zoro heard something rattle before he felt leather pressed into his hand. “You finish the fight- I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore- I’m not like him- you have to finish-“ Zoro zoned out Mavericks chanting as he felt he throat close up, he could feel the tears in his eyes before he even looked down. Because he knew what Mav had just put in his hand, and he wanted to be sick.

His friend was stood in front of him, chanting almost incoherently, begging him to finish the fight. Nodding reassuringly even as tears streamed from his eyes, and his expression was somehow so calm, accepting even. Zoro didn’t even think Maverick knew he was crying. 

Zoro looked down between where Mav had him pinned, and felt the bile rise in his throat as he stared at the man’s belt in his hand. He pushed past the smithy and took three long strides before he threw that belt over the railing and into the sea. Pausing to take a deep breath before he rounded on Maverick, who was now just stood staring at Zoro with a blank expression on his face, he was back, and speechless. Zoro punched him straight in the Jaw. “Don’t you ever- pull that shit again. Do you hear me!” He screamed as he grabbed hold of Mavericks shirt and rammed his back into the wall where he’d just been pinned himself. “Never.” He whispered to the red head, and he meant it. It was a promise. Because he  never would, not to anyone, and certainly not to Mav.

Maverick seemed to shrink as he looked at the ground in defeat, no fight in him as shame and exhaustion flooded his features. “Zoro, I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened- I only remember certain parts. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologise, shut up. We’re fine. Me and you, we’re fine. I’m sorry, for what I said- I just, I forgot Mav, I didn’t mean to send you back there.” Zoro said before he loosened his grip on the man’s shirt and pulled him into a hug, I’m gunna find that bastard one of these days and I’m going to kill him myself.

“Chopper. We’re going to need some bandages.” Sanji said as he pulled open the door where half of the crew had been watching the fight on and off for the past hour or so before they’d all been gawking at the last few minutes. Sanji didn’t quite know what to think, the smithy was clearly traumatised, Zoro had triggered something- but maybe it made sense. The scars he wouldn’t let anyone see, giving Zoro his belt as he babbled about finishing the fight. He’d been Abused?… Sanji felt his stomach roll as he walked over to the railing before he was sick. There was cruel people in this world, but some of them really deserved a fate worse than death.

Sanji watched as both men were corralled to the infirmary in silence by a very concerned chopper. He lit a cigarette as he walked back into the ship, and the first set of eyes he met was Namis.

“Are they gunna be okay?” Nami asked quietly.

Sanji gave her a nod before he turned his attention to Luffy who was sitting with a serious expression but a contemplative frown beneath the brow of his hat.

 “Some scars don’t appear on the skin.” Robin said solemnly as she let out a sad sigh. “Some cut us to our soul.”

“I’m going to go talk to them.” Luffy said firmly. Nobody tried to stop him, nobody dared. Not when he looked like that, like he’d made a decision. Like he couldn’t be reasoned with.

Sanji lay in his bunk with his eyes wide open. Zoro had came out of the infirmary long before Maverick had. But when he did Sanji couldn’t hear him, couldn’t feel anything down that bond. He’d sent the man reassurances, but got nothing in return. Maverick had missed dinner, and Zoro had been so quiet and withdrawn. Sanji knew the day had been heavy, and nobody else had spoke about the fight after it had happened but Sanji was worried about his swordsman. Maverick wasn’t here either, and he’d definitely slept in here last night, but his bunk was un touched. Empty. Surely Luffy hadn’t sent the smithy packing on that row boat again? But more importantly, what was going on with Zoro. He’s hardly said two words to me and has swanned off to fucking bed- I’m not fucking doing this. I’m gunna wake that asshole up to make sure he’s alright.

Sanji crept down the corridors towards Robin and Zoro’s shared room. He opened the door slowly. Peeking in to make sure that the dividing wall was in place and there were two doors still ahead of him, breathing a sigh of relief when there was, he closed the outer door. Opening the door on the left slowly.

Hey- don’t freak out- it’s me, I wanted to see you

There was a small wave of recognition down the connection then as Sanji heard shuffling in the room. He smirked fondly as he got closer to the bed, he could feel Zoro’s weight in the bed dipping the mattress as he pulled the duvet back and got in to the other side. Not hesitating to shuffle closer till he was pressed against the side of the other man, Sanji could feel Zoro’s legs against his own under the duvet.

Atleast the idiot remembered to take off his trousers tonight.

There was another small wave of recognition down their connection that had Sanji smiling to himself as he listened to the other man breathing for a second. Found his hand reaching out to touch tanned skin that he knew wasn’t far away as he bent his other arm beneath the pillow where he lay. He felt the muscles in Zoro’s stomach flutter when his hand found the swordsman’s middle, his breath stuttering for a moment before it evened out again. Sanji closed his eyes as he dragged his hand up, letting his nails scrape against the other man’s skin ever so gently. He felt a low hum rumble through Zoro as he climbed higher. It sounded a little different than what he’d heard before, definitely not bad, but a little throatier than anything Sanji had heard from him last night. It still sent a wave of heat barrelling into him regardless. Sanji felt another flicker then, that heat returned to him, a little groggily, but definitely reciprocated. So he kept going, maybe the idiot is still asleep… his breathing hasn’t really changed so he probably is.

Sanji flexed his jaw as he flicked his tongue out to wet his lower lip, he traced a single finger under one of Zoros pecs before dragging his hand up, up and over the man’s nipple. The body under his hands shivered even as a hitched breath sounded in the quiet of the room. He did it again, and again- the man’s breathing never changing apart from the slightest huffs of air. But Sanji could tell it was affecting the Marimo, because the nipple he’d been giving attention to was standing to attention beneath his fingers. A calloused hand moved then, clumsily pushing his hand away even as Sanji let out a chuckle in the darkness.

He ran his hand up higher then, over the man’s chest as he reached Zoro’s neck. Then back down till he had his palm flat over the swordsman’s stomach again… he danced his finger down further. His touch feather light as he skimmed his fingertips past his bellybutton and down his Navel till he reached the waistband of his underwear. 

Wake up you asshole, i'm not doing anything else while you’re asleep.

Sanji felt that affection slip towards him down their connection then, more focused and alert than it had been for the past few minutes. Felt that heat returned almost cautiously before there was a pause down their bond, just as Sanji flicked the man in the hip sharply.

“Cook?” Zoro’s voice was thick with sleep and Sanji froze where he was in the bed. Because that voice had come from behind him… Not in front of him where he currently had his hands resting on the man’s hip. There was shuffling then, from the body beneath him and behind him before Sanji was blinking as the lamp was turned on from the bedside table.

Sanji blinked for a second as he stared down at the body he’d had his hands all over for the past few minutes, greeted by pale skin and blue eyes as a familiar face squinted at him sleepily, before those eyes seemed to focus. Clouded with confusion before realisation set in and Maverick flushed crimson from the tips of his ears all the way to his chest as he looked back at Sanji and then just over Sanji’s shoulder where Zoro stood with a creased brow and a shit eating smirk. Sanji felt mirth roll toward him, heat mixed in with it as Zoro just seemed to let out a chuckle from behind him. Even as dread filled every corner of Sanji’s mind. “Wrong one, Curly.”

*manic laughter*

so

just so your aware the next chapter is probably going to be filth to make up for all this plot… if you can see where this could be going. Props to you. If not consider it a lil treat. We know Zoro and Sanji aren’t really a conventional couple after all.

Chapter Text

NSFW ahead.

this is a long chapter…

(I’ve not wrote anything like this before there’s more people than normal involved so take it easy on me)

Also for those who were curious Mav unshaved and shaved:

Nami threw her shoe at him when he went to shower for his cheeky comment earlier, she had to wait outside the men’s quarters for him to finish and bring her it back because she didn’t want to risk being caught in there again. 
(she likes the shaved face more than she thought she would)

Sanji blinked for a second as he stared down at the body he’d had his hands all over for the past few minutes, greeted by pale skin and blue eyes as a familiar face squinted at him sleepily, before blue eyes seemed to focus. Clouded with confusion before realisation set in and Maverick flushed crimson from the tips of his ears all the way to his chest as he looked back at Sanji and then just over Sanji’s shoulder where Zoro stood with a creased brow and a shit eating smirk. Sanji felt mirth roll toward him, heat mixed in with it as Zoro just seemed to let out a chuckle from behind him. Even as dread filled every corner of Sanji’s mind. “Wrong one, Curly.”

——-—-

“What the fuck.” Sanji said in horror as he looked back at Zoro in mortification. “I thought he was you-“ Sanji’s quiet hiss was cut off by Zoro covering his mouth with his hand and looking at him with laughter in his eyes.

“Don’t freak out, it’s an honest mistake, Dart-brow.” Zoro breathed before he turned his attention to Maverick alongside Sanji. The smithy just swallowed.

“Definitely not dreaming…” He breathed out as he looked away from Zoro, the man couldn’t even meet Sanji’s gaze and Sanji felt awful… 

Zoro just pulled the covers back with the flick of his wrist, brow cocked as he stared down at Mav and Sanji almost wanted to hit Zoro for outing the man like that. Outing him for reacting to stimulation that anyone would react to under most circumstances. “Pretty good dream though Mav?”

Maverick pulled the duvet back over the tent in black boxers as he knelt up and grabbed Zoro by his hair, ears still burning but now pissed off too. Sanji was still laid on the bed, now under two men that knelt over his lower half and possibly about to start throwing digs at each other. But Zoro’s head was tipped back slightly, his eyes lazy as a trickle of pleasure seemed to fill Sanji’s mind, Maverick was really grabbing Zoro hard by his hair… and Zoro was enjoying it.

You’re enjoying this…

You sort of enjoyed it too though didn’t you? The sounds he makes when you touch him. The way that heat hit me Sanji, you got a kick out of it

I thought he was you asshole, I wouldn’t have done it I knew

Not even if I said I was okay with it?

Sanji stilled as Zoro glanced down at him. The Marimos eyes were heated, there was lust dripping sinfuly straight down his spine from Zoro that fed fuel into a fire that was starting to ignite in his belly. Sanji pictured it again, that same thing he had yesterday evening. Zoro thrusting into the other man with vigor, but tanned hands were gripping a pale backside now, pale and peachy- Sanji had looked earlier, and he’d definitely appreciated what he’d saw. But he blinked the image away as he focused in on the two men still knelt up above him.

 “What are you gunna do Mav, really? I’m not pissed, you didn’t touch him.” Zoro said as he shrugged and Mavericks fingers left his hair as the man flicked his tongue out, wetting his lower lip with nervous energy, still tense as anything as he laid back on the bed putting his hand over his face.

“Just give me a minute and I’ll leave.” The smithy groaned beneath his hand and Zoro cocked a brow at Sanji. The heat and intrigue carrying their thoughts across the wavelengths to each other as they had a private conversation in silence.

It’s your call cook, I know it’s not serious. Just as long as he doesn’t kiss you-

What the hell do you mean Zoro?

I mean I’m not gunna be pissed if you want to touch him, just as long as he doesn’t kiss you, no mouth to mouth. I know you find him attractive…  He is attractive.

What about you- where the hell does this leave you?

Use your imagination, Cook, what would you like? Knowing that me and Mav are just friends, we’ve done shit before- but we were never serious and never will be in that sense. If you even want to, there’s no pressure to, I’m just giving you the option.

Zoro shrugged, and Sanji realised the man really was being serious. What Zoro had said, those were his terms. His boundaries. That was what he’d tell the Smithy if they did actually agree to go through with- or agree to ask Mav if he wanted to be involved. What the hell did Sanji want? He’d never been with someone as straight to the point as Zoro before, and maybe it wasn’t right that he wasn’t actually jealous of the red-haired man beside them both. Because he didn’t mind the idea of Maverick touching Zoro, or Zoro touching him back. He also found it kind of hot that Zoro was that little bit possessive, that he was apparently fine with almost anything else but he didn’t want them to kiss. It was, in a weird way, sort of romantic.

Why don’t you want his mouth on me, Marimo? I’m curious.

I don’t mind if his mouth is elsewhere, don’t care if yours is either. But kissing you is something I want for myself. 

Alright… would you think less of me if I wanted to see you kiss him.

Zoro smirked at him then, sitting down on the edge of the bed just behind the blonde as he leaned over Sanji casually curling a long wave of auburn hair around his finger hypnotically as Mav took his hands away from his face in confusion, the flush had faded and he looked a little more put together than he had a minute ago. But Sanji couldn’t stop looking at Zoro as they continued their private discussion- somehow- it must have been riding on the quite frankly ridiculous heat that was only growing, burning both of them back and forth the more they talked about this. The more Sanji thought on it, hell, he was glad he was still under the duvet, because he was hard.

Nah, just as long as it’s not going to bother you. As long as you know I ain't kissing him the way I do you. It’s different.

Not got the emotion behind it…

Yea…

Well fuck- do you want to though… your not just doing this for my sake

I am doing it for your sake too- but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested at all. Mavs good… knows what he’s doing. He’s got a pretty nice cock too

Jesus, Alright- okay

Zoro wore a grin as Sanji let out a breath, he couldn’t quite believe he’d just agreed to this…couldn’t really believe how much he’d strained against his boxers either hearing Zoro talk about the other man’s dick like that, because Sanji knew Zoro did some things on purpose to rile him up. Get his blood pumping, get him hot under the collar. But half of the stuff Zoro did, including everything he’d just said, the swordsman wasn’t trying to do anything. Yet he was still succeeding in making Sanji fucking ache with his casual filth.

“What the hell are you bastards talking about down that fucking bond of yours?” Maverick asked with suspicion as Zoro turned his attention to the smithy with heat in his gaze. Sanji couldn’t look away when Mav met Zoros gaze, because the redheads jaw flexed as he held it. “Zoro.” Mav said lowly, almost in warning, as Zoro stood up.

The Marimo walking round to Mavericks' side of the bed at such a languid pace that Sanji felt like he was going to lose his mind, especially when he could see Zoro at half mast in his boxers. Something which Maverick definitely noticed too as the swordsman walked towards him, Sanji couldn’t look away when the man wet his lower lip with a flick of his tongue as he pushed himself up the bed, blue eyes flicking over to Sanji for a second before they were back on Zoro.

Zoro lifted the duvet up again, but instead of flicking it back like he had done a second ago. He got under it. He swung his legs over Mavericks hips where he now sat against the headboard, and sat himself in the man’s lap.

Fuck

Zoro hadn’t even done anything but sit down and Sanji was aching. God he didn’t realise just how hot this would be. Seeing Zoro like that, just doing as he wanted without worry, the way he sat like he knew his way around the other man. It made something burn in Sanji, he could come up with a thousand scenarios in his head about what they’d both look like wrapped around eachother. But in person… it was something else entirely.

“Right- still asleep then.” Maverick said as he rubbed at his eyes, he sounded almost annoyed as he looked up at Zoro, blinking a few times as he grumbled before Sanji watched pale hands fall onto tanned thighs, thumbs massaging the muscle there gently as Mav let out a sigh. “What do you want, Zoro? What do you need from me, gotta tell me what type of mood you’re in hmm?” Maverick’s voice was low as he drawled out the questions, one hand coming up to pinch Zoro’s chin between his thumb and forefinger as he tipped Zoro’s head down slightly before he ran his thumb over the swordsman’s lower lip.

 It was assertive, dominant, but in a subtle way. Sanji nearly burst into flames. The change in the Smithy was monumental. Whether he thought he was still dreaming or not, the casual nature of his touches, the confidence, the gravel in his voice… The way Zoro didn’t resist the man’s touch at all, even flicked his tongue out to graze the pad of the man’s thumb. They’d done this a lot all those years ago, because that was the only reason they’d be so comfortable like this, behaving as if it was second nature. But Sanji didn’t care, he still wanted to see, and while the smithy was attractive he was more interested in watching how Zoro reacted, he wanted to see the full picture, everything at once. Not little snippets that he’d have to connect together if it was just him alone touching Zoro. I think I’m going to enjoy this more than I thought… Sanji couldn’t help but chuckle from where he still laid on his side in the same bed. Both men turned to look at him as he took in their position properly. Zoro sat just a little low on the other man, sat on the top of his thighs rather than the hips, and the pair of them only had boxers on, not counting the plasters they both had across the wounds they’d inflicted on eachother earlier. Both breathing evenly despite the position, bare broad chests rising and falling gently as they watched Sanji in return. Sanji wet his lips with his tongue as he breathed out his next words. “You’re not dreaming, Maverick.” 

“Sure I’m not.” Maverick snorted before he looked back up at Zoro and then reached down for the man’s hips, fingers digging in as he pulled Zoro further onto his lap before he let out a satisfied hum, and Zoro brought his hands up to rest on Mavericks shoulders as he huffed out a breath. Sanji tilted his head as he scanned Zoro’s face. Impatient, he’s already getting impatient with all the talking. 

“If this wasn’t a dream Sanji, you’d have swung for me by now. But for what it’s worth Zoro, you have good taste in men, he’s very pretty. Could probably bend him in half pretty easily too.” Mav hummed thoughtfully as he fiddled with Zoro’s waistband while he looked over at Sanji with interest, pale blue eyes burning Sanji’s skin where they roamed as his pupils dilated. Sanji raised both brows at the comment and couldn’t help the smug smirk that pulled at his mouth when he felt Zoro’s amusement combine with his own.

 He’s thought about bending me in half?

Of course he has, have you seen your ass in those trousers you always wear?

Zoro let out a quiet laugh at the same time as Sanji reached out and tangled his hand in long red hair before he pulled roughly. Mavs eyes widened a bit as his breath stuttered. “You’re an idiot.” Zoro scolded the ginger through a chuckle and Sanji watched as that head of green hair leaned forward till the swordsman’s mouth was on Mavericks neck, Sanji heard Mavs breath hitch again, watched the Smithy’s lids flutter as Zoro bit down and sucked. Sanji bit his own lip at the sight, because the look of surprise on the man’s face was barely masking pleasure as his eyebrows tried to furrow ever so slightly. That and Zoro… the way Zoro was draped over him, arching into him-

Something clicked then. “Hey hey hey, easy- Does one of you want to explain what’s going on. Since you’re not joking and I’m not having a fever dream- Zoro-“ Mav grunted, catching his own lip between his teeth with a breathy hiss that went straight to Sanji’s dick. “This isn’t my first rodeo, you don’t go into these things blind no matter who it is. No matter how well you know them.” He ground out as he peeled Zoro away from his neck.

Sanji raised his brows at that. He’s done something like this- “You’ve done something like this before?” Sanji asked and Mav managed to smile at him as he stood up, letting Zoro slide off of him gently as he faced them both, he grabbed his shirt from the floor and shrugged it on before he came forward again and ran his fingers through Zoro’s hair fondly, casually even, as he let out a heavy breath.

“Yea, not for a while though. I was with someone, when I had a crew. We’d share our bed with others from time to time, but there’s boundaries with stuff like this… especially when you’re actually, you know, together.” Mav gestured to them both with a cocked brow and Sanji did his best to keep his eyes on the man’s face and not let his gaze drop, because he wanted to look. He’d seen the man in his boxers this morning, but there was no intention there hours ago, no intention to find out what was in the other man’s pants. Zoro already knew what to expect, and from what the Marimo had said… Sanji ground his teeth in frustration as he sat up, his eyes on Zoro’s back now as he scooted forward and grabbed at a tanned hip.

“You were with someone?” Zoro asked curiously and Maverick tensed his jaw.

“I was yea, not anymore, anyway-“

“Can you just confirm something for me, before we do anything.” Sanji said and Mav paused what he was saying as he looked at Sanji with a nod, expression open, unashamed and definitely a lot more relaxed than what Sanji was feeling. “You aren’t not together anymore because you did this sort of thing?” Sanji asked and he felt Zoro lean into him slightly, reassurance wrapped around him in the quiet as Mav gave Sanji a surprisingly soft smile as he huffed out a little laugh, it didn’t reach his eyes though, and the laugh was a little sad even if the gentleness of his smile was genuine.

“Good question, I can completely understand why you’re asking- but no Sanji… We aren’t together anymore because he’s dead.” Maverick said gently, putting his hand up when he saw Sanji and Zoro’s face crease into light frowns and the apology that was about to slip out of Sanji’s mouth. “It was a few years ago, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it. Now- c'mon. What’s the deal. What’s your terms?”

“Don’t kiss the cook.” Zoro said with a shrug and Mav raised one brow as he tilted his head to the side, clearly trying to wrap his head around the variables because Zoro hadn’t specified where he meant. Sanji smirked as he pressed a kiss against the back of Zoro’s shoulder, warmth filled him as Zoro hummed quietly.

“At all?” Maverick asked as he put his hands on his hips. Sanji followed the movement and immediately felt a pang of guilt that the question he’d asked had clearly put a damper on the man’s arousal, because there wasn’t any sign of life below the belt, not anymore anyway.

“Just his mouth, no kissing.” Zoro clarified and Mav tilted his head to the other side with a small shrug.

“Fair enough, Sanji?”

“I don’t really have any terms… you know what no, actually I do. Don’t stick your dick in the Marimo, you’ve already done that before. I wanna do that myself before I’d consider watching.” Sanji said bluntly and Zoro just shrugged, not bothered either way apparently. But Mav squinted at Sanji and then Zoro before he shook his head and let out a laugh.

“You haven’t even slept with each other yet, have you?”

“Not yet, does it matter?” Zoro said a little defensively as Mavs smile only grew, it wasn’t smug though, or snide, it was genuine and laced with a little surprise. The redheads brows quirked as he shook his head.

“No, not at all- it’s just ballsy. You must really trust each other to even consider something like this so early on.” Maverick said thoughtfully before he sat on the edge of the bed beside Zoro and laid himself back with a sigh. “If you wanna do this I’ll tell you my terms- and then before you jump the gun with no prior experience. I want you to tell me what you sort of want out of this, so if you get embarrassed talking about that type of shit out loud, then you’re gunna have to suck it up like a big boy for a little while.” Mav said as he cocked a brow at Sanji and this time his smirk was cheeky.

“Why are you just looking at me?” Sanji frowned at the red head who’s hair was splayed out beside Sanji’s thigh and in disarray over a lot of the rest of the bed. Mav smiled again.

“Because Zoro struggles to talk about how he feels sometimes, but sex is simple. He’s probably got no game plan and is flying by the seat of his pants because the thought popped into his head when you touched me instead of him-and he knows you think I’m pretty. I know what he's like Sanji, but you’re new to me. Hold on- Zoro you have any idea what you want out of this?” Maverick lifted his head along with Sanji as they both looked over at Zoro and the Marimo just looked at them both like they were stupid.

“To fucking cum?” Zoro said with a hand raised, gesturing vaguely like it was obvious. Maverick let out a laugh as he let his head fall back on the bed again, he looked up to Sanji through long lashes.

“See what I mean?” He chuckled.

 Sanji couldn’t help but put his head in his hands as he bit his lip, the Marimo really is simple about this sort of thing. But I think maybe a plan would be better for me, so I can sort of know what to expect, not feel out of place. “Tell me your terms-nd I’ll tell you where I want this to go.”

“Already have an idea in mind? I have a feeling I know where this is going.” Mav smirked before he glanced down to make sure Zoro was still paying some attention. “So First of all. Don’t call me Mags or Maggie, don’t try sticking anything in my ass without lube, and my shirt stays on. I’m not opposed to hands on my back- or nails, but it stays covered. Oh and don’t punch me in the face, I’m not against being slapped or choked- but don’t hit me… not that I think you guys would, but it has happened.” Maverick shrugged and Sanji blinked down at the man.

“You really have done this before huh?” Sanji snorted as Maverick gave him a wicked smile. Zoro sighed impatiently from his spot on the bed. 

“What is it you wanna do, Cook? Similar to what you pictured last night?” He said with a smirk Sanji’s way and Sanji just let out a huff of laughter as he gave Zoro a look.

“Yea, actually. Maybe with his mouth around me too.” Sanji said and Zoro quirked his brows up in interest, heat swarmed around Sanji after a second and he only realised after he looked back up at Zoro’s face from staring at the man’s chest that he was flushed too, pupil dilated in interest as he let out a heavy breath. Sanji was sort of shocked at himself by his own boldness, hadn’t really fully processed the thought in his head before he’d said it either, but thinking about it…

 I would like that, that would be- perhaps too good, is that too much? Too gross or? But the Marimo would look so good thrusting into him from that angle

Don’t get too worked up cook, we haven’t even started yet. It’s not gross either- that’s- I’m very fucking interested. 

“I had a feeling it’d be something like this… you want Zoro to fuck me, don’t you?” Maverick asked pointedly as he stared up at Sanji with a subtle quirk to his lips even as heat filled the smithy’s eyes. “Move up the bed then.” He gestured to the headboard as he sat up completely, dragging the duvet off the bed as he did so before he looked at Zoro with a quirked brow. Sanji raised his brows but did as he was told and watched as Zoro stood up and reached for Maverick like he was a horse chomping at the bit, just waiting to burst out of the gates at a race. Because Zoro grabbed the man by the back of the head and dragged his mouth down to meet his own.

Sanji felt heat pooling in the pit of his stomach as he watched. The way Zoro kissed, the way Mav kissed… it was sort of brutal, hot and heavy handed as the tell tale sound of wet lips parting filled Sanji’s ears and he watched as Zoro bit down on the smithy’s lower lip. Mavericks movement back onto the bed stalled as he fisted his hand in Zoro’s hair in return, and when his lip was out from between the swordsman’s teeth he went back in for more, with a absolutely filthy open mouthed kiss that had Sanji’s lids feeling heavy as he twitched in his briefs. The way the red heads tongue licked its way into Zoro’s mouth was borderline obscene.

“Alright you greedy fucker.” Mav chuckled as he shoved Zoro’s face away while smiling. He climbed onto the bed next to Sanji, and Sanji didn’t know what to expect, but to have the red head sling his arm over his shoulder and card a hand through the back of his hair wasn’t on the list. Especially when Mav quirked a brow down at Sanji’s t-shirt. “Come here.” His voice was firm but a little softer as he tilted himself towards Sanji where he was sitting and brought his hands down under Sanji’s shirt. Sanji felt himself shiver as fingers grazed against his skin, tugging his t-shirt over his head and throwing it onto the sofa across the room. “Better.” Mav rumbled gruffly, before Sanji could even register what the man’s voice did to him he had the man mouthing at his neck. Sanji sucked in a breath as he looked over at Zoro, who was smirking, as he crawled up the bed toward him. Hell- he could feel Mavericks tongue lapping against his skin as teeth grazed him. 

“How many times can you finish before you’re done in, Cook?” Zoro asked bluntly, leaning up just high enough to connect their mouths together. Sanji groaned into the kiss as Zoro’s hand found his jaw and the swordsman’s tongue grazed his lower lip teasingly, completely distracting him from his rising urge to smack the ginger around the back of the head for threatening to leave more marks across his neck.

“I don’t know-“ Sanji mumbled into Zoro’s mouth, the heat was all encompassing now. It was so foreign to feel two mouths on him at the same time but he could feel his body sinking into it, even if his brain was trying to go into overdrive. “Maybe like 3 times?” There was a low chuckle against his throat at that as someone’s hand squeezed his thigh.

“Better than Zoro then.” Maverick hummed against his neck and Zoro pulled back from Sanji’s mouth as he rolled his eyes before Sanji watched Zoro tilt his head at the sight of Maverick latched onto his neck. Sanji could see the heat behind the Marimos eyes, watched as the tanned chest he had his hand on let out a heavy breath before he dragged his hand down to the waistband of Zoro’s pants.

“Not all of us can be freaks of nature, Mav.” Zoro mumbled. Sanji took that second of distraction to hook his finger under Zoro’s waistband and pull the elastic back, over that enticing but blatantly obvious erection, as he pulled them down just enough to wrap his hand around the Marimo. He does have green hair down here too. Zoro let out a stuttered groan as Sanji’s hand wrapped around him, tanned hips twitching forward into the touch, much to his delight.

Don’t let it go to your head Marimo, but you have a very nice dick

Sanji wasn’t lying either, it was just as thick as he’d caught a glimpse of in those far to tight swimming trunks, felt weighty in his hands and was velvety smooth as he stroked his hand down the length of it. Zoro twitched as he buckled forward on his knees slightly, his hand coming to rest on Sanji’s shoulder as he let out a breath.

“You have really… soft hands, Cook.” Zoro groaned and Sanji let out a quiet laugh as Mav looked up, mouth leaving Sanji’s neck as the red head let out a chuckle. Mavs hand came up to meet Sanji’s then, covered Sanji’s hand gently, before squeezing a little where it was still wrapped around Zoro. Sanji turned to look at Mav then, saw the heat in the smithy’s eyes as the man’s tongue came out to wet his lips. He didn’t know if the heat was going to his head, his and Zoro’s both mixing into a delicious cocktail in his mind and low in his belly, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t going to overthink this. He had Zoro in front of him, the swordsman’s dick in his hand, and another handsome and more than willing man sat beside him. A sultry smile pulled at his lips before he reached down with his free hand, fingers delving underneath elastic before he wrapped his hand around Maverick.

“Ah- fuck.” Mavs breath hitched as he stuttered. Cheeks now a little pink as he turned to look at Sanji. “Your hands are soft…”

That hand that was wrapped around Sanji’s left as Mav leaned back into his neck. Lips grazing his skin before he tightened his grip a little on both arousals in his hands, earning him a hiss from the pair of them in unison. “You both really this sensitive to just a handjob?” Sanji let out a chuckle as he felt and heard the soft laughs returned by both men.

“To be fair, soft hands are rare for guys-“ Maverick muttered a little hoarsely before he grabbed Sanji’s hand over the fabric of his boxers. “But take it easy-“

“Rapunzel may have a fair few rounds in him, but for someone who usually tops- he’s pretty sensitive when he's the one on the receiving end.” Zoro clarified with mirth in his voice.

You’re going to ruin me cook if you’re going to be like this the whole time

Like what Marimo? 

This- hot- smug- in charge

“Take these off.” Sanji said, tugging at Zoro’s boxers. He didn’t miss the way Zoro looked at him either, the way the Marimos eye seemed to dilate as that connection burned impossibly hotter. “And maybe help Mav out of his.” Sanji added, catching Zoro’s gaze again to add something unspoken.

If you’re feeling generous you could wrap your mouth around him- 

Fucking- shit, Sanji- 

Zoro had his boxers off without a second thought before he was knelt in front of Maverick on the bed. Tanned hands pulling at the man’s briefs before they finally slid down his hips and off long legs. Sanji looked down then, to where his hand was still wrapped around the redhead and he lifted a brow in pleasant surprise. Zoro isn’t wrong… it is pretty nice. It was thick, not quite as thick as Zoro’s but still more than enough, long too… probably the same size as his own with a nice upward curve to it. Sanji gave it a few gentle strokes as he watched Zoro lay flat on his stomach in between Mavs legs, that hungry look on his face as his hands gripped pale thighs.

Maverick looked down at Zoro before he let his head fall back against the headboard, shakily releasing his grip on Sanji’s hand as the blonde continued to stroke him. “You’re a menace, Sanji.” The smithy breathed as he closed his eyes for a moment, a smile pulling at his mouth in pleasure before his brows knitted together.

Cook, I should warn you- Mav isn’t the quietest- 

Sanji didn’t have time to process what Zoro sent to him before a guttural groan sounded right beside him, he had to pause his hand mid stroke to look at the man, the way his mouth was hanging slightly open, heavy lidded eyes watching Sanji’s hand around him before they darted up to meet Zoro’s. “Zoro- come on. You don’t know how soundproof this wall is. Give a guy a chance.”

Zoro smirked as he kissed Sanji’s knuckles where his hand was wrapped around Maverick. Sanji felt something wash over him while looking at Zoro’s face, mere inches away from the other man’s cock, not possessiveness, but something else. A feral urge to command the Marimo, make him do as he was told, watch him do as he was told. Sanji angled the arousal in his hand right towards Zoro’s mouth, watched with bated breath when Zoro looked up at him and gave the head a kitten lick before he wrapped his mouth around it with a wet squelching sound.

Sanji let go, his hand moving up into green hair where he pushed Zoro's head down slightly, with no resistance whatsoever from the swordsman. “Good boy.” He hummed the praise without even thinking, and Zoro moaned around Mav as his head was pushed further down.

Mav groaned beside him. “Fucking hell… if you’re gunna talk like that the entire time Sanji, I don’t think either of us are gunna last long.”

“You have a praise kink too huh? And you’re usually on top?” Sanji tilted his head in question as he watched Mavs eyes hone in on Zoro’s movements, the Marimos head steadily moving up and down as wet noises started to fill the room. Mav may have been collected to start with, but he was far from collected now as he sat with his mouth hanging open, skin a little dewy as he watched his cock disappear into the wet warmth of Zoro’s mouth. Yet the man still managed a half laugh as he let his head fall back against the headboard again with a soft thud.

“Little bit- doesn’t normally come into play when I’m doing the work though-ah- I try and focus on what they want.” Mav tried to explain before his hand joined Sanji’s in Zoro’s hair as his hips twitched up, and Zoro gagged a little having to come up for air, a string of saliva hanging between Zoro’s mouth and Mavericks cock as the smithy received a glare. “Sorry Zoro, it’s been a while- you looked a little too good down there, sweetheart.” Mav breathed as he stroked Zoro’s hair fondly and Sanji felt himself growl in the back of his throat at how gorgeous Zoro looked when he closed his eyes from the praise and the apology, his frown disappearing in an instant. Sanji wasn’t going to last long either, not like this, because the visuals alone were driving him slowly insane and it was one of the reasons he’d kept his boxers on. The pressure was maddening, enough to actually feel a little pleasurable from the friction, but bordering on painful from how hard he was straining against the material.

You look so good Zoro... But make sure you finish the job , I don’t want you to stop till he’s done- and when he is, I don’t want you to swallow it- I want you to keep it in your mouth and taste it.

Sanji didn’t get any verbal response back, nothing coherent down the bond either. Nothing but blinding heat and a rush of want, a want to please. A want to listen and do as he was told, to be good for him. Sanji had to grip himself at the base over his boxers to stop a sudden spike in arousal from spiralling wildly out of control, because if he hadn’t, he wasn’t sure if he might have just came from that feeling sent his way from the swordsman. The way Zoro wrapped his hand back around Maverick and sunk down again with renewed vigor as the redhead hissed, panting heavily as he grabbed at Sanji’s thigh in desperation.

You are killing me with this Marimo, you have no idea what you’re doing to me

Oh I do, I can feel it cook- just as much as you can feel me- get him to touch you, Sanji- wanna see his hand around you

I'd rather wait and watch, don’t worry, we’ll get there 

Zoro groaned around Mav again at Sanji’s voice rattling around his head, the cook’s voice was husky in his mind, but even better in person. Zoro looked up through his lashes, mouth still wrapped around Maverick as his tongue circled the other man to see Sanji grabbing Mavs chin and forcing him to look at him. Sanji’s cheeks were flushed with colour, pupils blown, but he was somehow so dominant over the entire situation, and without any previous experience… It made Zoro ache painfully where he was pressed flat against the mattress.

“Don’t worry Mav, Zoro won’t let you make a mess.” Sanji drawled and Mav actually raised his brows in surprise before he let out a breathy laugh as he smiled before he flexed his jaw and cast his gaze down to where Zoro was looking up at him. Realisation seemed to flicker across the man’s face then before he sucked in a heavy breath. His body jolting forward as his brows twitched.

“You fuckers- you’re talking to each other telepathically still- while-“ Maverick grunted as he sucked in a heavy breath, and Zoro knew from previous experience, that he was getting close. Watched as Sanji raised his brows as he drank the sight in himself, letting go of the other man’s chin and instead, grazing his knuckles down over Mavericks chest and past his nipple. “Fuck- fuck-“ Mavs hand flew up from where it had been gripping the bed sheet till it covered his mouth, Zoro could feel the man twitching in his mouth with each slide of his tongue before he watched the man’s brows pinch together and his eyes close. Always did look far too fucking good when he came, pretty bastard- that’s it- let go Mav. Zoro heard the quiet choked groan at the same time as he felt liquid hitting the back of his throat, and that slightly salty taste had him moaning around Maverick as he sunk a little deeper. He’d have smiled smugly at the bastard if he could have when the redhead's eyes creaked open halfway through, just to try and roll back into his skull. What made it better though, was that Sanji was watching them both with heated eyes and a tilt to his head as he skimmed his fingers over his own cock still trapped in his boxers.

You enjoying yourself, Cook?

Yes-

Want a taste?

You can swallow some of it, I’m not that greedy, Marimo.

Zoro felt his hair grabbed a second later as he was yanked up, the blonde leaning forward to meet him as he crashed their mouths together. He’d done as he was told, he hadn’t swallowed it all, hell-a lot of it was leaking out of his mouth. But Sanji’s mouth was everywhere, his tongue licking into his mouth, moaning into him as they kissed. Zoro felt the growl leave the back of his throat when Sanji pulled back to look at him like he wanted to devour him, and he felt like he might combust. He hadn’t expected this experience to be anything other than fun, but fuck it’s a little more than just fun, I’m not going to forget about this anytime soon. Sanji had just kissed and licked his mouth clean, not even of his own orgasm- but someone else’s- it was hot. Ridiculously so. A little bit feral too, but he didn’t mind if the cook was going to keep looking at him like that. Like he was addicted to the sight of him.

Zoro had grabbed a stunned and half blissed out Mav after that, dragging the man down the bed and flipping him over as he silently asked Sanji to grab him a bottle from the bedside drawer. Sanji had, had thrown it to him too as Mavs hands gripped at Sanji’s toned thighs. The smithy had managed to drag himself up a little, his head pressed against the left side of Sanis hip before Zoro had pushed the first finger inside the man. Mav hissed angrily at him through a heavy breath, post orgasm haze gone in an instant.

“Don’t be a brat.” Zoro grunted as he curled his finger inside the other man while looking at Sanji. The cook actually had a slight frown of concern on his face.

“That fucking hurt you asshat, I never understood how you were so lovely as a bottom but became a brute as a top. Im not expecting you to tell me im doing a good job Zoro, but fucking hell, go easy.” Maverick bit out and Zoro looked up at that, he couldn’t see Mavs face from where he had it buried against Sanji’s thigh but there was strain in the smithy’s voice, well masked behind his annoyance, but definitely there.

Did that- did that actually hurt him? He’s always seemed to enjoy it- erm a little rougher before.

It looked like it did Marimo… and maybe he does, during the act-

Oh fucking hell- I always thought he meant for the whole thing 

You both didn’t talk much about what you were doing did you?

No…

Their silent conversation carried over on reassurance and pleasure that was now, at least for Zoro, laced with a little guilt too as he slowed down his fingers as he stretched the other man. If he’d been doing it wrong by mistake all those years ago, it didn’t mean he had to continue to do it wrong now. It wasn’t what he was used to with Mav, but he knew how to be gentler, of course he did. Where he gripped the smithy’s hip he massaged pale skin with his thumb before he added more lube onto his fingers and teased a second digit. Mav tensed automatically and Zoro felt a sense of guilt rush through him before it was replaced with determination. No, he’s going to enjoy this just as much as we are, we aren’t continuing with the old way.

“Relax Rapunzel, we’re not doing it the old way, I’m sorry. That’s it- perfect, fucking perfect, Mav.” Zoro mumbled, the words tumbling out of his mouth as he felt the red head relaxing a little more against the pressure till he could slide a second finger in with such ease Zoro almost smiled before he heard a drawn out whimper come from the man that was under him. Zoro felt heat surge up into his face as his cock throbbed. Jesus Christ was that, Mav? The answer was yes… because he could see Sanji stroking his fingers through red hair, see the flush all the way down the smithy’s neck and felt the heat amplified from the Cook across from him.

He- I think he liked that Marimo.

I’ve never heard him make a sound like that before-

“Sanji- take these off.” Maverick tugged at Sanji’s boxers, his voice a little hoarse where he lay between Sanji’s legs.

Sanji helped Mav pull them down and Zoro watched the cooks' arousal spring free as Mav lifted himself up on his hands and knees to make sure they could be pulled off Sanji’s long legs. Zoro took that moment to curl the two fingers inside the red head and watched as Mav nearly buckled forward when he brushed past his prostate. “Shit- ahh-“

Sanji had his hands in Mavericks hair again as he stroked through it soothingly, “you’re doing great, and you know… I think your ass looks even better from this angle too.” Sanji crooned and Zoro growled at the cooks voice, the way Mav looked up at him through heavy lids and thick lashes as he let out a quiet groan at the compliment, all of it. It was perfect. Zoro grabbed at Mavs ass with the hand that wasn’t buried in the other man as he scissored his fingers a little, squeezed the globe of flesh before he let go to trail that hand up Mavs back under his shirt, hand stopping in the middle before Zoro dug his nails in and scratched them back down in a slow drag. Zoro watched that strong back arch from the sensation, heard the stuttered gasp as Mav struggled to wrap his hand around Sanji, clearly a little overwhelmed and un-coordinated before he let out a moan that had Zoro’s and Sanji’s cocks twitching.

“Zoro- add another finger right-fucking-now.” The redheads voice was breathless and yet he was still demanding, Zoro cracked a smile and chuckled before doing as he was asked.

Gently he pushed a third in. The resistance was a little more than he’d expected, so he didn’t go far with it. “Demanding bastard, relax pretty boy, we’ll get there- fucking hell Mav, you gotta stop making noises like that, you’re killing me-“ Zoro managed to breathe out as he slid that third finger in a little more as a quiet whine met his ears and shot a bolt of heat straight to his dick.

“Then stop fuckin’ praising me- I’m not used to it, you’re throwing me off.” 

“Keep going.” Sanji said as he gave Zoro a heated look along with the instruction just as he tugged at ginger strands. “Keep telling him how good he’s doing, you’re doing a good job too, Marimo- if you couldn’t already tell.” Sanji smirked before he let out a heavy breath as Mav pressed a kiss against the base of his cock and Zoro groaned at the sight of it, the cook singing his praises definitely helped too. This was a little too much, there was so much stimuli from everywhere it was hard not to get swept away with it.

“You’re boyfriend is a menace Zoro, and he’s so fucking hot.” Mav panted out into Sanji’s hip as he stroked the blonde slowly. Zoro couldn’t help but grin at that, grin and sigh at Sanji’s slack jaw and heavy lids now he was being touched. 

I get why you wanted to hold off till now- this is a lot, I mean it’s good but damn

Yea it fucking is a lot- 

Zoro felt the cooks amusement flow into him mixed with understanding. “He is…” Zoro growled his confirmation to Mavs comment as he dropped his head down, keeping his eyes locked on Sanji as he brought his mouth down to the swell of Mavericks backside before he bit down with a gentle pressure and started to suck, he could feel the redhead clenching and unclenching around his finger as Mavericks breath stuttered. He found that sweet spot again with his fingers and watched Mav squeeze his eyes shut as he shook where he lay, raising his head up enough to wrap his mouth around Sanji and sink down.

“Holy shit.” Sanji groaned as his brows knit together. Zoro could see the sweat starting to dampen the cooks brow, some of his hair starting to stick to his forehead as he panted gently. His gaze constantly flickered from where Mav had his mouth around him and to Zoro as he watched him fuck his fingers in and out of the chiseled man that lay between them. “You’re taking it so well-I think you’re driving the Marimo around the bend a little bit too, actually.” Mav didn’t reply as such… he just moaned around Sanji and Zoro ended up snickering as one of the cook’s eyelids twitched at the sensation. This entire situation was bat shit, it was hot beyond belief, but still crazy.

“Sanji- pull him up for me- by his hair.” Zoro ground out as he gritted his teeth, because he could see the tension in Mavs shoulders, see the flush across the man’s cheeks just enough from this angle to be able to tell he was getting close again, and when his thigh started twitching from where it was partially spread, Zoro felt his own throat constrict. Mav had always been a little more sensitive to certain things, but hell- something about this was making him hyper sensitive, maybe it’s the praise? Or the fact there’s two of us? Maybe its both? “Wrap your hand around his neck.” Zoro breathed as he drove his fingers home, massaging those nerves deep inside as the cook held the other man up by his hair. Just as Sanji’s hands closed around Mavs throat and squeezed they both watched Mavs full body tense, from the shoulders all the way down to his toes. The only sound that left the man was a choked muffled groan and Zoro had no idea what kind of face Mav was pulling, but whatever he looked like sent Sanji right to the edge as heat barreled into him down their bond.

Paint his face with it, Sanji

Sanji let go of Mavericks throat to wrap a hand around himself and not three pumps later Zoro was swimming in second hand bliss, partly from Sanji’s release tearing through him. But it wasn’t just that, the sound the cook made was obscene, a drawn out, low moan. The way Mav opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out just a little, still partly delirious from his own orgasm before his face was getting covered in spurts of white-until he sunk down on the cook halfway through… Sanji jolted as his moan choked off into a hoarse rasp, his brows twitched and his eyes closed. His mouth hanging open as he fisted his hand tighter in ginger strands. Zoro had never seen anything like it. In fact, he’d never get the image out of his head. They’d actually agreed to this what? 15 minutes ago? 

This is dirty- “it’s almost like one of your porn mags, Dart-Brow.” Zoro didn’t realise he’d said that outloud as well as through their bond until Mav started laughing from where he had his cheek pressed back against Sanji’s thigh, a lazy smile on his face and his eyes closed while he caught his breath. Both men panting a little as they came down from their high.

Sanji blinked at him as he let out a half laugh of his own, his mouth pulling into an amused if not tired grin as he looked at him. “I don’t think they’re quite at the same level, Marimo.” 

“Are you gunna fuck me at any point tonight or?”

“You’re pretty demanding for someone who’s came twice and is covered in spunk.” Zoro cocked a brow at Mav as the man turned to look at him, a mischievous smile on his face as he scraped Sanji’s release off his cheek with his thumb before he sucked the apendage into his mouth, raising both brows at Zoro before he winked.

“You not planning on making me finish again? because I wasn't complaining before, but I will if you’re gunna be nasty.” Mav fixed Zoro with a look that was as pleading as it was playful, always been a fucking wind up merchant.

Zoro had a thought though, in that moment after everything he’d seen so far. He may as well test it properly, he’d never really tried playing on Mavs praise kink when he topped, topping wasn’t what he preferred and he wasn’t exactly the best at it- he was attentive enough. Enjoyed making others feel good, but he didn’t tend to say too much as a top. But hell the way Mav had reacted earlier… and the way Sanji had looked at him when he’d said those things- it was worth a shot. Even if he wasn’t practiced in this sort of shit, he knew what he liked to hear so he could use that as a base couldn’t he?

“If you’re not a brat and behave yourself, I don’t see why you can’t cum again. Are you gunna be good?” Zoro kept his tone low, spoke quietly as he poured lube into his hand, Mav seemed to squirm at the absence of Zoro’s fingers but Zoro saw the redhead swallow when his words finally registered, and Zoro had two sets of blue eyes locked on him as both men’s pupils dilated. He wrapped his hand around himself, Maybe this isn’t as hard as I thought it might be…

“Yea… I’ll behave.” Mav croaked out and Zoro couldn’t help but smirk playfully as his friend flushed, he gave Mavs ass a playful pinch and leaned forward as he lined up. He let himself sit at the other man’s entrance teasingly as he pulled Sanji into another kiss, and it was messy. Sanji’s teeth were biting at his lips, there was a hand in his hair as he groaned, trying to focus on not snapping his hips forward, not burying himself in that enticing heat that he so wanted too as the Cooks tongue devoured every sound he made greedily before the blondes breath hitched again, Zoro looked down to see Mavs hand wrapped around the cook, coaxing him back to full hardness again.

“Are you gunna behave, Marimo?” Sanji asked hotly, his hand not leaving Zoro's hair even when he wiped his hand on the bed sheet just so he could yank blonde strands back, pulling Sanji forward so he could latch onto the man’s neck and suck a bruising bite mark into his skin. He savoured the groan that left Sanji as he pulled, lapped at his neck with his tongue, kissing Sanji’s jaw with a hum before he finally let the man go.

“Have I ever let you down, Cook?” Zoro asked heatedly as he dropped his gaze to Mav, the man’s head had practically taken up a residency in Sanji’s lap at this point, not that he looked as though he was complaining. He took hold of Mavs chin gently, coaxing the man up till he was pressing his lips to the smithy’s. If I’m doing this I’m doing it properly, besides… good practice for if the cook ever wants me to take him at some point down the line. Zoro could still taste Sanji in Mavs mouth, it felt a little unreal, especially as he gently began to push in. Mav moaned into his mouth before they parted for air and Zoro found himself pressing his head against Mavs cheek as he pressed in deeper. “You alright?” Zoro groaned.

“Yes- fucking brilliant actually, fuck-Zoro. I’m not gunna break-“

“Stop being impatient-“ Zoro grunted as he caught Mavs ear between his teeth. Forgot just how good this can feel- crap. “Your so fucking tight Mav, feel too good. Not gunna rush-“

“Just promise your not gunna go slow as hell, I need-“ Mav choked on his words as Zoro bottomed out. Sanji grabbed a handful of Mavs hair then as he looked down at both men with a sort of predatory, hungry look in his eyes.

“He’s not going to go slow, don’t worry. He can use those fucking muscles in his legs and ass for something useful for once rather than just squats.” Sanji spoke like he was an authority on the matter, like he wasn’t as flushed and fucked as him and Mav were and Zoro felt a spark of annoyance surge through him despite the fact the attitude just seemed to turn him on more.

You cheeky bastard-

Do as your told, trust me Marimo, if you behave, I’ll make it worth your while when we’re alone

“If he ends up grazing you with his teeth, don’t come crying to me.” Zoro growled as he took Mavs hand off Sanji for a moment, ripping the hair tie from the man’s wrist as he pulled Mavericks hair into a loose ponytail, he wrapped his hand around that ponytail when it was tied up like he was getting ready to pull the anchor rope up. “Maverick… remember, the walls are thin.” Zoro pulled his hips back a touch before he rolled them forward again slowly, a puff of air escaping him at the sensation. The heat, the way Mav was wrapped around him, twitching around him, coaxing him to move faster, fuck into him harder-. Zoro groaned as he gave a few more gentle thrusts, much to Mavs annoyance if the growl it earned him was anything to go by.

Zoro pulled Mavs ponytail hard, the man’s head jerking up as Sanji cocked a brow at him hotly, a small smile pulling at the blondes lips as his eyes dragged over Zoros arms where they were flexed under the strain of keeping Mavs head up high.

“Harder-“ Mav growled out low, his voice husky before he let out a grunt as Zoro growled back at him and pulled the mans hair even more taunt till his back was arching. “Perfect- just like that, Zoro.” Mav practically purred his praise, and Zoro heard Sanji’s pleased growl even as his own lids fluttered at the praise sent his way. “Give it to me.” Mav breathed out his demand as he dragged Sanji a little further down the bed, the cook still propped up a little by the headboard and cushions, as Mav kept himself propped up on his elbows at either side of the blondes waist. Before he raised one arm up. 

And wrapped his hand around Sanji’s neck.

Zoro found his hips slamming forward on the next thrust as he watched the cooks eyes glaze over and his brows furrow. Watched cooks hand disappear beneath Mavs body, that electric pulse of pleasure that thrummed between them now an inferno. Zoro thrust forward again, and again, his pace punishing and the force bruising as he fought to keep his eyes open. Sanji was fisting his own dick so aggressively, mouth hanging open as he let out a strangled moan. Zoro was already breathless from it all.

You look so fucking good Sanji, fuck- sound so good

“You gunna last long enough, Zoro? You should see yourself- you beautiful bastard- fuck, I want you so bad.” Sanji groaned out loud.

Zoro felt his eyes trying to roll back in his head at that, the gravel in the cooks tone, everything. The man was the personification of sex laid there looking like that.

 so fucking pretty, so perfect.

And holy fuck- Mav was tight as all hell, he let go of the ponytail in his hand as he grabbed hold of the man’s hips, digging his nails in with one hand as he watched Sanji’s free hand raise up till pale fingers were buried in red hair, before they fisted at his scalp. Mav wasn’t even speaking anymore, he was just ragged breaths and rough groans as Zoro hammered into him, but he swore when Sanji’s hand found his hair. 

The breathless gasp of ‘fuck’ hung in the air before Sanji shoved him down, all the way down till he had a mouth wrapped around him. Zoro could tell the cook was in bliss just from looking at him, he didn’t even need to hear the sounds he was making- even if he was more than delighted that he could. Mavericks hand had dropped from the cooks neck, skated down his side and gripped his waist, and the smithy had pushed his own body back, presumably to get a better angle for the cook, only to meet Zoro’s hips mid thrust. The sound that the man had made around Sanji had been choked. Zoro felt his brows rising in worry though as he slowed down slightly, he wasn’t sure if it had been a good or bad sound. Mav hadn’t stopped giving head but-

Sanji seemingly read Zoro’s mind from his face alone as the cook relaxed his grip on Mavs hair and stroked it for a moment. “Are you- alright?” Sanji asked, his voice stuttering half way through as Mav took hold of the cook and slid off for a moment.

“Yea-“ Mav croaked, voice half gone before he cleared his throat, sinking back down on Sanji before he was yanked back up by the blonde who gave him a pointed look. “If I was in pain you’d know about it.” He growled softly, and Zoro let out a breathy chuckle as he snapped his hips forward. “Ah- you know what, give me a second.” Mav grumbled before he was tapping at Zoro’s leg to back up. Mav pulled his knees beneath him from where he’d previously been flattened into the mattress, his ass now in the air before he knelt up in front of Sanji with Zoro still inside him.

Sanji blinked as he took in the Smithy on full display, the man’s middle was a little red from being laid on his front, and sticky. He watched as abs tensed and the man looked down as he pulled his shirt off, his hair falling over his shoulder slightly as ginger strands grazed against his hip. Sanji was a little distracted staring at tanned fingers gripping pale hips, near covering the pair of magpie tattoos, that and a leaking erection. It took him a second to realise Mav had taken his shirt off. The redhead wiped his middle down with a sleeve, grimace pulling at his mouth before he tied the shirt around his waist. Zoro stuck his head around Mavs side with raised brows and a mischievous smile as he looked up at the man, Sanji couldn’t help but chuckle. The smithy was far taller than both him and Zoro, and Zoro was looking up at him from behind like a cat that had got the cream.

“Really?” Zoro asked, and there was a sort of giddiness in his tone that had Sanji quirking his brow up as Mav let out a little laugh before he turned to look at Zoro over his shoulder with a playful smile.

“The shirt or the position?”

“Both.”

“Don’t say I’m never nice to you.” Mav flashed Zoro a cheeky grin before he flicked his hair back over his shoulder and leaned down again, ass still high and back arched down as he locked eyes with Sanji. “Thought the view might be better for you too.” Mav winked, taking hold of Sanji again and pressing an open mouthed kiss to his shaft.

Sanji smirked even as he shook his head, his breath hitching before with a groan as he was once again engulfed by delicious wet heat. Sanji looked up to Zoro then, brow raised expectantly. Zoro had both eyes squeezed shut as he grunted, his thrust were shallow before he cracked an eye open, Sanji watched nails bite into pale hips when that hazel eye locked gazes with him. “Enjoying yourself, Marimo?” Sanji crooned teasingly.

Zoro licked his lips as he sped up his thrusts, a wicked smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You know I am, fuck-“ Zoro felt his blood pounding in his ears as he leaned further forward, hands gripping Mavs waist now where the man had his shirt tied, blocking the view of those scars across his lower back. Sanji was watching him with an open mouth as a groan fell from his lips, a trickle of sweat running down the blondes throat as he never took his eyes of Zoro with those ocean blue eyes. He was never going to forget that image, how blissed out Sanji looked, slightly disheveled and wild as his fringe stuck to some of his forehead with a slight flush across his cheeks.

Sanji knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Not when he was watching Zoro thrust like his life depended on it. The man was slick with sweat, brow furrowed and panting, rutting into the body under him like an animal. Sanji could hear skin slapping against skin even over the sweet wet noises coming from under him where he was getting his soul practically sucked out of him by a devilish tongue. The way the sweat was sliding down tanned skin had him in a chokehold, a drop trickling down from Zoro’s temple, one over the swell of his peck- another down between the crevice of his abs as it slipped into green hair at his naval. Sanji felt his mouth watering, the sight was making him hungry, just not the type of hunger he was used to. He felt as though he was starving but right on the cusp of being the fullest he’d ever been in his life. There was nothing but heavy breathing and quiet moans for a little while until Zoro changed the angle of his thrusts ever so slightly, and the noises didn’t change, not from him or Zoro- but from the man in the middle, they cut off entirely. Sanj had the smithy’s free hand grabbing his hips like a vice in the next second-

“Sanji-“ Zoro’s voice hit him like a brick. An adam’s apple bobbing under perfectly tanned skin as Sanji looked up to Zoro’s face, his eye. Fighting a losing battle. “You better be close.”  Zoro warned, his breathing stuttered along with his hips before there was a shuddering moan filling the air, wrapping around Sanji cock from swollen lips. His hand fisted in auburn hair, his hips jerked up, he saw Zoro’s body jolt across from him as the swordsman’s eyes closed and his mouth opened in a silent cry. Then he saw white. He had to bite down on his own arm to keep his volume down as his climax speared through him, sharp and carnal until he was left feeling completely boneless and sated. Every nerve ending was tingling, he’d caught brief flashes of tensing back muscles under pale skin, saw Zoro’s head tilt back as he groaned low while biting at his own lip.

Sanji managed to blink his vision into returning properly when the high subsided into blissful satisfaction. The mouth around him was gone and Zoro looked as though he was drunk as he sucked in gasping breaths, slipping out of the smithy giving the man an uncoordinated slap to the backside as he sat back on the bed with glazed unseeing eyes. Mav was moving too, away from Sanji’s lap, long legs heading towards the floor in an aim to stand, but just as the red-head pushed off the bed with his hands, his knees buckled.

The thud and groan of pain pulled himself and Zoro back to reality a little as Sanji leaned to the side and looked down at a over six foot worth of man crumpled on the ground. Sanji found himself smiling stupidly at the sight, Mavs eyes were glazed and his lids were heavy, even as he pinched his nose in irritation. The man looked thoroughly shagged, with his hair completely and utterly disheveled and his cheeks flushed pink as his breathing only just started to even out. Maverick looked up to catch Sanji looking at him then, laughter flooded tired eyes as a breathy laugh left him. “Fuck off.” Mav breathed through his own laughter.

Zoro was looking over aswell then, already laughing through a shit eating smirk as he rubbed at his eyes. “Fucking hell, Mav.” 

Mav continued to laugh even as he covered his eyes. “I need something to clean up with- don’t make me laugh. I’m clenching for my life here.” 

That only made all three of them laugh harder, especially when Mavericks face appeared level with the side of the bed, eyes creased at the corners with tears in them as he continued to laugh while trying to pull himself off the floor.

“I want to help but I just can’t, it’s too funny watching you struggle-“ Sanji snorted through his nose before another round of laughter started.

“It’s not even funny-“ Mav choked on his own laughter. “Oh my god- my fucking back.” The man whined, eyes still dancing with mirth as he finally managed to pull himself up till he was knelt at the side of the bed, head in both hands as he leaned against the mattress on his elbows. “Don’t leave me like this you asshole, you did this to me.” Mav complained at Zoro who was now lying flat on his back at the bottom of the mattress nearly creased with laughter.

Sanji couldn’t help but laugh harder at Zoro catching the blame for Mavs weak knees, the compliment within the reprimand was obvious, but fuck, it was still funny. “Do you even have any towels in here Zoro?”

“I do- get up cook because I’m gunna need to change the sheets too.” Zoro snorted as he slipped off the bed, walking over to his cupboard he threw a towel at Maverick before he grabbed some fresh sheets and threw Sanji and Mav their underwear respectively.

“Hey- my back may be in pieces, and my knees may be fucked. But at least I didn’t have my socks on for the whole thing.” Mav said as he pointed at Sanji before he started laughing again, and Zoro glanced over to where Sanji was still laid on the bed, his pants only just back on before Zoro was cracking up again and Sanji was looking at both men with mock offense before he started laughing too. Mav had his briefs back on too by now, shirt still tied around his waist as he fished through Zoro’s wardrobe for something to wear, pulling out a vest he tugged it on and pulled it down as he untied the shirt. Walking back over to the bed he went to lean to wipe up his mess before his knee wobbled threateningly. Mav raised both brows as he locked his legs out where he stood putting his hands on his hips in annoyance as he sighed. Promptly walking himself a little stiffly to the small en-suite like bath room attached to the side of Zoro’s room. Sanji had never been in it himself, but from what he saw when the door was opened it was literally just a toilet and a sink.

The sheet was pulled off and changed by Zoro who was still chuckling to himself on and off. The smithy’s shirt and the dirty sheet in a pile on the floor, Mav eventually came out of the toilet and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling the bobble out of his hair fully as he brushed through it with his fingers. Sanji threw the duvet back on the bed a second later, hitting the ginger with half of it as Zoro immediately climbed under the sheet with a groan.

Come here, Cook. I want you here- tired

Clingy… but cute, I’m not going anywhere Marimo. Don’t worry

Sanji got in the bed beside Zoro, and this time, instead of being the small spoon he wrapped his arm around Zoro’s waist and pulled himself flush to the other man’s back as he breathed him in. Letting out a deep sigh as he felt the tiredness seep into his bones. But weirdly Mav was still sat there, on the edge of the bed. “Hey Rapunzel- will you lie down, you’re putting me on edge.” Zoro said matter of factly pulling on the vest Mav was wearing as the smithy turned with a zoned out blink.

“Huh? Sorry, I heard something next door.” He said as he rubbed at his his neck before hissing, a slight frown gracing his features before he looked at Zoro with raised brows. “If this is what I think it is on my neck, your crew are gunna ask questions if they see it.”

Zoro just shrugged in Sanji’s arms as Maverick finally laid down. “Not my problem.”

“You’re the one that gave him it, idiot.” Sanji scoffed from behind the swordsman before he had an idea, it wasn’t great, but it was the best they were going to get. “I’ll speak to Robin in the morning, she might have some makeup or something. Gives us a bit of time before it’s noticed. Not that they have any right to judge anyway.” Sanji said tiredly before he saw Mavs head lift slightly from across the way.

“Robin knows about you guys?” He asked quietly with a quirked brow.

“She walked in on me kissing the cook in the kitchen… before I got shoved into a wall.” Zoro mumbled with his eye barely cracked open and Mav just snorted at the mental image.

“Couldn’t keep your hands off each other. How cute.” Mav muttered quietly. “You know, from what I’ve seen you both act like, even if you’ve only gotten together recently. You should just tell them, the rest of the crew that is. I think they probably knew before you did.” Mav added as he turned to face them both. 

Sanji looked over at the smithy with a raised brow as Zoro’s eye opened up as well. Did they? How could they? But maybe… I’ve never hated Zoro, not really. Sanji hummed thoughtfully at the comment, maybe the other man was right, maybe they’d just been dancing around attraction and feelings for a while, masked it with their rivalry. Maybe to everyone else watching them, it was obvious… “Maybe…”

“Namis asked me a few times before.” Zoro said with a shrug and Sanji found himself looking at the swordsman in shock. She had? What the- 

“What do you mean? You never said anything to me?”

“Why would I, Cook? Until recently I thought you were straight, I didn’t want my ass kicking for someone else thinking you might swing the other way, especially not my way. I always just told her no.”

“Told her no to what?” Sanji bit out, always vague as hell when you need him to be clear with things, infuriating bastard.

“That we weren’t together? What else would I be telling her ‘no’ about, idiot?” Zoro growled as he spun slightly to glare at Sanji.

“God, you both argue like a married couple.” Mav let out a sigh. 

“Can’t tell me you never argued with whoever it was you were with, Mav.” Zoro snorted in disbelief, and Mav let out a hum before a quiet chuckle fell from his mouth.

“Not like you two though, may have met him arguing, but we didn’t bicker day and night like you do. I’m not judging though- just complaining, shut up so I can sleep.”

Sanji snickered at that as he turned off the lamp, the last thing he could see before the room was plunged into darkness was the gold of Zoro’s earrings and a smithy with his arm draped over his eyes. Sanji heard a huff from the Marimo before his breathing evened out, that connection thrummed happily between them as he drifted off not long after.

Not my best work I will admit, but hope you guys enjoyed ☺️

ps.

Robin definitely heard some things… 🫣

Chapter Text

I try to stop typing but I simply can’t-

If I burn out with this I want ya’ll to scream at me 

we go until it is done, and you will know when it is done by a very big 

‘THE END.’

Sanji woke up with start as he turned on the lamp, he could swear he could hear talking. It was still pretty early, far to early for anyone to be awake at this time of the morning. But it was there, quiet mumbling, muffled by the walls. Last nights antics flooded back to him a second later and he stilled, sitting himself up to see Zoro laid beside him and Maverick-

He’s got- ears, animals- are those cat ears!?!? What the fuck what the-

Sanji stopped his internal panic when he watched the smithy press his face into the pillow, a low purr reaching Sanji’s ears from where he sat staring as Mav stretched beneath the duvet. There was a flicker of movement from the side of the bed to, quick and smooth, but Sanji hadn’t been paying enough attention to know what it was. Is one of the cats in here too? Doesn’t answer why he has ears though, has to be a devil- fruit ability. They definitely look like a cats ears… a larger one though, a sort of tawny brow-gray colour, oh my fucking god that’s a tail! Sanji was immediately smacking Zoro insistently beside him, all noises through the walls forgotten about as Zoro opened his eye with a scowl. He went to say something before Sanji smacked a hand over his mouth, not taking his eyes off the smithy still fast asleep behind Zoro.

Zoro turned his head slowly, something wasn’t right. Obviously. The cook was on high alert and was staring at Mav like he was something dangerous. Zoro had that feeling again, the same one when they’d spotted the boat adrift, and similar to when he and Mav had fought. But it was subdued, a power that didn’t pulsate and thrum with energy but rather sat quietly, un disturbed and peaceful as if it was slumbering. Zoro heard the purring at the same time as his eyes landed on Mav. 

His anxiety settled a little, but he was still surprised. Ears… cat ears- Then something in that power stirred, Mavs eyes opened, but they weren’t their usual blue. They were yellow. Zoro kicked his legs out hard. On auto pilot the instant he felt that power wake up, because it was Mav- it was fucking Mav and whatever devil fruit powers he had. There was a loud thud as Maverick hit the floor and himself and Sanji were on their feet in less than a second.

“You better start explaining, Maverick.” Zoro said seriously, not quite on guard but definitely not at ease from the stance Sanji saw him take.

Mav was on his feet too, stood across from them both with his head tilted up towards the ceiling completely ignoring the two men beside him. Eyes still that rich golden yellow as they stared at the ceiling. The tail that had been swishing behind him had stilled, curved stiffly upward those feline ears twitched. 

Zoro went to open his mouth again and Mavs eyes fixed on him-

“Someone is on the ship- shut up let me focus-“  Mav put his finger up before his eyes went wide and a beast like snarl tore its way out from his lips. Sanji watched in horror as fangs seemed to grow from the redhead's mouth elongating before the man shook his head, all animalistic traits gone as if they’d never been there in the first place, he rushed for the door. “Marines- they have Nami and Ussop at gunpoint- the ship is alongside-“

Zoro and Sanji didn’t say a word, Sanji threw his t-shirt back on and a pair of sweatpants and by the time he was outside the door to see Maverick in Robins doorway, Zoro was fully dressed, swords at his hip as he rushed out of the door. Sanji was hot on the Marimos heels. They could handle marines, they’d done it plenty of times before. They just had to get out on deck, find Usopp and Nami, figure out what to expect. 

“Something is off-“ Mavs voice met both of their ears but the man himself was nowhere to be seen. “The Marines- they’re being forced to do this- they’re following orders from an impostor to keep their captain alive. Tashigi…” Mavs voice trailed off in disbelief before Zoro was scowling.

“Who’s forcing them?” Zoro growled, he’d grill the ginger bastard later about his ability, the eyes, ears tail- the invisibility. That and how he knew Tashigi, because Mav definitely said the woman’s name like he recognised it. And how the fuck he knows all this- what the hell type of powers does he have? It must be a Zoan of some kind… has he eaten a mythical Zoan?

“Yea- and how the hell are you invisible?” Sanji bit out as his brow twitched, he banged on the wall as they ran past the men’s bunk room. “Get up! We have Marines on the ship, they have Nami and Usopp!” Sanji shouted. Immediately hearing feet thudding to the ground within the room.

“He’s got a- axe for a hand? A real physcho- and I’ll explain properly later.” Mav said as they heard footsteps behind them. Sanji still couldn’t see the man and could see Zoro glancing around with a scowl now trying to pinpoint where Mav was in the corridor. “There’s a reason you’ve never seen my face on a wanted poster. Captain always preferred I fight in this form, made small things easier- like keeping a lower profile in certain places, people don’t know my face.” Mavs' voice met their ears before  there was a shimmer of light to the left of them, the light rippled from nothingness as sharp teeth appeared within a white tipped muzzle, a wide triangular pale pink nose at the tip. That was before yellow eyes greeted them from within the head of a large cougar, ears folded back against its head as powerful shoulders appeared from that shimmering light- prowling beside them, powerful and sleek and effortlessly agile as it moved silently. The light flickered out at the very end of the cat's tail, black tipped and trailing low behind it as its head dipped beneath its shoulders and a soft growl reverberated around the walls. “They didn’t know my face… but that may be about to change.” It wasn’t the largest cat Sanji had ever seen, nor Zoro, but it still came up to hip height- and it had spoken, Mavericks voice coming out of its mouth-

“Six legs- you have six legs.” Sanji breathed out before yellow eyes flickered up to him and something that had to be a chuckle met his ears.

“There’s two men holding them in the crows nest. Axe-hand Morgan is out on deck with a handful of marines- Tashigi is… trapped in some kind of contraption. How do you want to do this?”

“We take out Morgan and go get Nami and Usopp!” Luffy said as he sprant past them all and out onto the deck as he burst through the doors at the end of the corridor.

“Not a details or a plan kinda guy.” Maverick muttered under his breath.

“Nope.” Zoro confirmed as he stared briefly at the cat alongside them before he watched what he knew was Maverick, blink out of existence into nothingness. Vanish in a flash, no rippling light like when he’d re appeared, nothing. He's only shown us this from so we know what he looks like so we don’t attack him. Zoro turned to Sanji as they both burst out from the shattered door and onto the deck. Just to see Luffy scowling down at some muscled freak with- an axe for a hand and a metal jaw and chin. Oh, I remember this guy… “Didn’t Luffy single handedly kick your ass years ago old man? How stupid are you to come onto our ship?” Zoro rolled his eyes as he pulled out two swords, he couldn’t sense much of a change in the man, nothing of note no increase in strength, not by much. Just that same arrogance and overconfidence as before, he wouldn’t even need three swords for this asshole, probably not even two. Hell, he probably wouldn’t need to fight the guy either.

“Where are my crew?!” Luffy shouted at him from where he was stood a few metres away from the ex marine, fists clenched at his side but clearly not looking overly worried about the steel jawed asshole.

“You really think I’d tell you that easily?-“

There were two loud thuds as two bodies hit the deck, the sound of men crying filling the air as they both ran, heading back towards their ship. Morgan’s brow twitched furiously before he was screaming. “GET YOUR ASSES BACK UP THERE NOW-“

“No way, there’s something up there- we could hear it- growling.”

“It was stalking us-wait where’s your gun?” One of the marines said to the man that had fell down beside him.

“Where’s my gun, what about your gun?!”

“Nami!! Usopp!! Are you okay?” Luffy shouted out into the air as he stared up at the crows nest. The hatch opened to reveal Usopp holding one of the Marines guns wearing a huge grin.

“We’re good… but they’re not wrong- there’s something terrible up here- something evil and savage and if you don’t clear off- I’ll let it lose on your entire ship!” Usopp pointed at the pair that had fell from the hatch with a face so serious and tone so deadly that Zoro had to stop himself from laughing as he watched the marines start to shake in their boots.

“Something evil huh? Do you need me to come punch it?” Luffy tilted his head in confusion.

“We’re fine Luffy, I have the evil savage thing on a leash. For now…” Namis voice rung out before an animalistic growl ripped through the air and Usopp darted back away from the hatch with a high pitched squeak.

“What the hell is going on here- I came back to kick your ass and end your miserable life and you’re not even paying attention!” Morgan screamed before he took a swing at Luffy, his axe missing and hitting the deck as Luffy just sidestepped the strike. 

Sanji rolled his eyes before he aimed a kick right at Morgan’s face and sent him flying back onto the Marines ship. Zoro couldn’t help the smug smirk of satisfaction that he sent the cooks way as he watched Sanji drop his leg till he was standing casually again, taking a drag on his cigarette like it was nothing. All while wearing a t-shirt and a pair of his workout slacks, with no shoes on either. Sanji smirked at Zoro as he started walking towards the Marines ship. 

That guy was annoying as hell, thanks for not slicing him in half before I could kick him in the face.

No problem, Curly

“Now- we know you guys aren’t here by choice. Maybe we can take it easy on you if you just clear off.” Sanji said as he waved his cigarette around bored.

“What happened to Tashigi?” Zoro asked the large group of marines that still had their guns pointed at them all with a deadpan expression on his face as they all flinched.

“The captain she- that asshole Morgan snuck on board, he’s got her locked up somewhere below deck, only he has the key.”

“She couldn’t cut herself out of it?” Mavericks voice reached everyone’s ears with a quizzical tone before he let out a tsk of disappointment. The two marines that were already shaking in fear started crying again and Zoro couldn’t help but chuckle, Luffy on the other hand was looking around the whole deck absolutely dumbfounded as he scratched his head.

“Ey, Maverick, why can’t I see you?” Luffy asked with a dumb expression.

“Because I’m invisible.” Mav answered, smile obvious in his tone. 

Two stars appeared in Luffys eyes as he fist pumped the air. “THAT IS SO COOLLLLLL!”

“Do you think that is-“ one of the marines stuttered, gun still aimed at the trio on deck as his eyes darted toward the man stood next to him. “The Wampus?”

“No way man, the Wampus beast never spoke, it’s not been seen since whitebeard died. Must have been some kind of pet!” The reply was snappy and irritated, not as irritated though, as the snarl that tore through the air after the statement.

“It has to be the Wampus- there was yellow eyes up there- just the eyes-“

“I’m nobody’s pet!” Mavs growl ripped through the air before multiple marines went flying, thrown to the side by an unseen force that tore a path straight through them.

“It’s going to kill the captain!” One of them screamed.

“No he’s not you idiots, he’s going to get her out. You fools couldn’t do it yourselves since you couldn’t take on that idiot with an axe hand. How can anyone expect you to free a lady in distress?” Sanji bit out as the Marines all turned around to look at him with real fear in their eyes, it unsettled Sanji a bit. Not because he thought he shouldn’t be feared, but because they seemed more fearful of this Wampus creature. What the hell can Maverick do??

“You guys should get off our ship now.” Luffy said with a grin before his face turned serious. “Unless you want a fight.”

The handful of marines that had been on the deck scattered in an instant before they watched in horror as Morgan was tossed upside down and shook back and forth like a doll by some invisible force. A key dropped out of the man’s pocket and landed with a clang on the deck. “You go with Luffy.” Sanji let out a puff of smoke again as he glanced at Zoro, Luffy had already catapulted himself onto the Marines ship at the sight of the key and picked it up triumphantly. “Make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.” Sanji clarified, Zoro gave him a nod before he took a running jump and landed on the other ship.

“Luffy, wait up.” Zoro said, not paying much attention to axe hand Morgan who’s body was now crumpled on the deck of the marines ship as marines surrounded him, he was handcuffed and subdued for now.

“Sorry Zoro. Do you think this is the key to the pantry?” Luffy said with wide eyes as drool started to leak out of his mouth. Zoro felt annoyance flare as he smacked his captain around the back of the head.

“No you idiot! That’s the key to get Tashigi out from wherever she’s locked up… though why should we even bother helping the Marines?” Zoro said quietly, hand on his chin. Tashigi wasn’t weak, she was a decent swordsman. She should be able to handle herself, it’s not like under other circumstances she wouldn’t be trying to arrest us herself.

“You don’t have to, and normally I’d say fuck the marines, but I owe her… regardless of the fact she never told me she was a marine.” Mavs voice met his ears and Luffys too. Luffy tilted his head at that and before the disembodied voice of the smithy could reach them again, Luffy clasped that key in his hand a little tighter.

“Then we get her out, and you’re even.” Luffys tone was serious as he spoke and Zoro watched his captain carefully as they moved towards the doors.

“Wha- Luffy you don’t have to, this is my debt to pay, not yours.”

“It’s doesn’t matter. You’re a friend, if I can help, then I will.” They walked down the corridors quietly for a short while and Zoro could feel something shifting beside Luffy, started to hear the soft padding of paws against the wood as he grew more accustomed to Mavs other form. But there was an air of guilt from Mav too, something heavy and thick with shame.

“You call me a friend… even when I tried to hurt your swordsman?” 

There it was. Zoro nearly choked then as he pointed his sword at where he knew Mav was, and stopped dead in his tracks. Luffy stopped too as he looked at the space where Zoro was pointing his blade and gave the air there one of those far to innocent grins. “Of course! Sanji and Zoro fight all the time. Friends fight and hurt each other sometimes, it’s whether or not they can forgive and make up that’s important. Just because you fight with your friends doesn’t mean you wouldn’t fight alongside them, it doesn’t mean you wouldn’t defend them with your life.” Luffy finished with a smile and Zoro watched as that shimmering light flickered in thin air, running over planes of fur like a wave receding from the shore until yellow eyes were looking at him and Luffy a little shell shocked, before a smile pulled at feline features as the cat shook its head in disbelief.

“You sound like someone I used to know.” Mav said with a fondness aimed at Luffy that had Zoro raising his eyebrow. He didn’t get much of a chance to think on it though as his eyes were drawn to the wall behind Mav where there were hundreds of wanted posters.

“Haha! Well you’ll have to tell me about them some time soon, come on!” Luffy waved Mav down the corridor as the pair set off at a sprint, but Zoro stayed where he was staring at that wall. His eyes had caught on a poster of whitebeard, a large red cross printed over the top of the man’s picture, then there was others, Marco, Ace, Blackbeard. Some had crosses on them, others didn’t, but one stood out. One that Zoro hadn’t seen before, or maybe he had, but he’d just never properly noticed it. Not paid enough attention to it, he rarely did if it wasn’t his own poster and bounty after all. Some had pages of notes attached to them- the ones that seemed to still be alive that was- including this one.

Unlike all the others it wasn’t of a man or woman, it was an animal. A large mountain lion, a cougar- whatever you wanted to call it. A large angry looking cat, with yellow eyes and six legs looking back at him through that poster with a snarl pulling at its lips and blood all over its face. It was Mav. The poster may have just had the words ‘Wampus, dead or alive’ on it- but there was no question of what, and who it was. Not after tonight. Zoro ripped it off the wall along with the page of notes as he shoved it into his sash. Running towards where he saw the others still at the other end of the corridor.

How is everyone on your end, cook? Can we have omelette for breakfast?

Zoro sent down their connection with playfulness  as a smirk pulled at his face. He caught up with Luffy and Mav in no time as they all cornered and dropped down a ladder. The cook didn’t give him a response, just a feeling of confirmation and reassurance that felt almost like a caress from one of those soft hands of his.

“In here.” Mav said as he placed a paw on a particular door as he looked back at Zoro and Luffy.

“Luffy unlock it.” Zoro sighed as Luffy put the key into the lock only for the thing not to turn. Luffy kept trying though and Zoro felt his brow twitch before he snatched the key out of Luffys hand and did it himself only to find it stuck tight- it wouldn’t turn. “What the hell-“

“It’s obviously not for this door- move out of the way.” Mavs voice warned, Zoro and Luffy turned to Mav with confusion before the cougar stood on its hind legs as claws protracted from the two front paws and they ripped into the wood of the door. The door stood for a second before it fell in long thin curls of wood clippings. Zoro still held the key in his hand as he let out a sigh.

“A little dramatic, what are you overcompensating for?” Zoro turned to Mav who shot him a glare.

“Atleast I’m not fucking stupid.” Mav retorted as the three of them stepped into the room. Only for them to finally see Tashigi strapped to the wall, iron bindings at her wrists and ankles in nothing more than a t-shirt and underwear. Zoro didn’t know what was worse, the fact she wasn’t conscious or the fact that her own sword was unsheathed, and pointed directly at her stomach being held in place by some metal contraption. So even if she did ever manage to free herself, she’d have been impaled on her own sword.

“That sick bastard.” Zoro could feel his blood boiling under his skin with rage as he cut through the weak metal of the contraption, catching her blade before it hit the ground and turning to find the sheath. 

“Tashigi…” 

Zoro turned to see Mavs cat form, or the Wampus as the marines called it, looking at the marine in horror, fury burning behind yellow eyes as a snarl tore through the air. Tashigis eyes snapped open as the woman jolted awake from her passed out state, only for them to widen in shock.

“Monkey D Luffy, you- and the WAMPUS! Get me down this instant or I- where are my clothes!?” Tashigi strained against her restraints as Zoro caught the glare aimed his way, she’d probably been out for a good while if she was this disoriented. “Get the animal away from me.” She hissed in fear as Mav took a stride toward her, pausing at her words and Zoro could only chuckle at the womans demands as the cat raised a brow at her, as if she was being rude.

“Relax, we came to help. Maverick said he owed you, you got axe-hand Morgan on deck by the way.” Luffy said with an awkward scratch to the bag of his head as Tashigi seemed to still where she hung as her eyes locked onto Luffys.

“Little rude calling me an animal, Tash.” A smirk pulled at the cats muzzle and Zoro quirked a brow up at the nickname in interest. Tash? What the hell have you got up to Mav. Nearly three years since I’ve seen you and I just keep getting more questions than answers.

“No… you're not. You’ve not been seen since your escape from impel down.” Tashigi locked eyes with the cat then that seemed to be peering at her restraints assesingly. “And the Wampus hasn’t been seen since-“

“Impel down?” Zoro’s brows twitched at the mention of the prison, what the hell is she talking about, surely Mav hadn’t been-

“Huh?” Luffy tilted his head catching that too as he looked at Mav.

“Yea well, wasn’t planning on going back there. Not my fault you guys put me in a low security area, besides, Luffy is the one that caused the chaos. Thanks by the way.” Mav nodded at Luffy with a feline grin and Luffy just tilted his head even further over now much more confused. “And yea, Wampus hasn’t been seen since before marineford. Zoro, pass the key.” Mav asked bluntly, his tone lacking warmth now. 

Zoro threw the key over and watched as that light rippled again till Mav stood there again, all muscle and height, in nothing but a vest and underwear as he caught the key mid air. Zoro couldn’t look away from Tashigi's face though, the reminder of Kuina was apparent every time he saw her but the way she was looking at Mav was like she had been betrayed. What the hell happened between these two?

“You’re the Wampus… YOU'RE A PIRATE?!” Tashigi fumed as she snarled at Mav from where she was still strapped to the wall.

“Don’t get arsey with me, you never told me you were a Marine either. I’m only helping you out because I owe you…” Mav said quietly as he unlocked the brackets around her feet before he wrapped a hand around Tashigis legs, taking some of her weight off her wrists as he went to do the same to her wrists.

It was curious though, especially to Zoro, because despite the woman’s shock she didn’t squirm at Mavs touch. Tashigi wasn’t like Nami or Robin, she was always covered up, at least whenever he’d seen her. She didn’t take kindly to being manhandled either, Zoro remembered how much of a fuss she’d kicked up at being carried after she passed out. But despite the look of shock still on her face, she didn’t squirm. Though she was blushing furiously when she looked down to be reminded she was only wearing underwear on her lower half. Zoro could have said nothing, he could have kept his mouth shut. But he didn’t. “You look a little feverish Tashigi, maybe you should go see the doctor when we leave.”

“Shut up!” She seethed as she snapped at him before turning her attention back to Mav. “You never did tell me who you were drinking for, all those years ago.” Mav visibly stiffened at that and Tashigi looked toward the doorway as the last bind around her wrist was undone and she was lowered to the ground. Zoro had to blink when the woman wrapped her arms around Maverick in a tight hug, he could see the shock on his friends face as Maverick blinked before he returned it. “You don’t have to tell me, but I hope you know what this means.” She said quietly as she pulled away.

“Yup.” Mav said, as he gave her a wry smile.

“What does it mean?” Luffy said curiously, eyes spinning with confusion as his head rested on the ground from his over extended neck.

“That the next time I see him, and any of you- I’m going to arrest you!” Tashigi shouted as she jumped into a pair of trousers while pointing at them all accusingly. They all laughed at that, even as Zoro threw her sword to her, now safely back in its sheath. Tashigi caught the blade giving him a watchful look as she glanced towards the swords at his side, a knowing and determined look on her face that was gone within a second.

“You’d love to get me in handcuffs, Tash-“ Mavs quip was cut short as a blade swung out towards his midsection.

“Maverick, get off my ship before I cut you into pieces!”

Mav transitioned back into the cat in a blink as he took off running and laughing, Zoro and Luffy close behind him as they followed Mav down the corridor. “Hope what you learned helped, Tashigi!” Mav shouted through roaring laughter as the woman came flying out of the room after them. But it was obvious to Zoro that she wasn’t trying to catch them, she wasn’t going at full sprint and her sword was sheathed. But nonetheless they shot out of the door onto deck and back over onto their ship. They’d already pulled away from the marine vessel by the time Tashigi had followed them out the door and Zoro watched as the woman stood on the deck and cast him a smirk before she turned her sword on Morgan. She’s not too bad I suppose. 

Zoro stood beside Sanji as they pulled away from the vessel, wondering what exactly had happened to land her in such a situation. “She might have been knocked out in her sleep.” He pondered outloud as the Cook raised a brow at him questioningly. “We found her strapped to the wall by her wrists and ankles, her sword was set up in such a way that if she’d have managed to get down, she’d have been impaled by it.” Zoro explained and watched disgust wash over Sanji face as the man bit down on the end of his cigarette.

“What a scumbag.” Sanji said before he reached out and rested his arm on Zoro’s shoulder. Fingers playing with his earrings as he scowled and Zoro watched intently as the lines on the cooks brow relaxed with each passing second. Realisation hit him then.

You find this soothing, playing with my earrings like this-

“Yea- maybe.” Sanji grumbled but didn’t stop as Zoro fixed him with a barely there smile, which was returned, before he turned back to the rest of the crew who were out on deck now too. Only to realise they were all staring at him and Sanji. Zoro’s smile dropped at the look of shock on his nakamas faces before he started scowling at them.

“What are you looking at me like that for!” He bit out with venom, flush dusting his cheeks as Sanji continued to mess with his earrings openly. Does he realise- he has to- oh my god he does… he’s looking right back at them too. Zoro felt a lump form in his throat as Sanji blew a large cloud of smoke out into the quiet that had settled.

“What?” Sanji said simply, his gaze darting from all of his nakama before he fixed it on Usopp.

“You’re… playing with Zoro’s earrings. You aren’t fighting each other-“ Usopp started.

“You smiled at each other like-“ Nami paused before her eyes went wide, and she covered her mouth as she started grinning.

“We’re seeing each other.” Sanji said matter of factly and Zoro turned to the cook with a glare.

“Why the hell did you have to word it like that?” He ground out in irritation, he wasn’t entirely sure what he wanted it wording as. But that didn’t seem quite right. 

“What the hell do you want me to word it as, Marimo?” Sanji scowled and they both turned around to the sound of Robin giggling and Nami laughing openly. Luffy was just blinking in confusion and the rest of the men on the crew, bar Mav, seemed to be stunned.

Brook was the first one to break the silence as he clasped his hands together and looked up at the night sky. “I always knew their fights were romantic.~” he sang out and Mav couldn’t contain his own quiet laughter as he let a snicker slip out from behind his smile.

“YOU GUYS ARE DATING?” Usopp clarified as his jaw hit the floor, Zoro had his hands around Usopps collar two seconds later as he held the sniper up in the air.

“Is that a fucking problem?!?” He shouted back as Usopp shook his head from side to side dramatically, a look of fear now replaced the previous one of shock.

“That’s Super bros, I mean it took you long enough to figure out, but I’m glad you got there in the end.” Franky said as he fisted both hands up into the air above him, doing a quiet version of his super pose.

“You wha-“ Sanji stared at Franky in disbelief but was only cut off by Luffy letting out a joyous laugh.

“That’s great you guys, as long as that doesn’t mean you make Zoro more food than me-“

“Of course it doesn’t mean that- idiot!” Sanji whacked Luffy around the back of the head before Luffy could duck but the captain kept his goofy grin regardless.

“Does this mean you’re going to get married?” Chopper asked from behind Zoro’s leg, Zoro dropped the sniper from his grip as he looked down at the little reindeer who had big wide eyes that seemed full of hope. Ah crap, why is he gotta be so cute. Zoro picked chopper up as he rubbed at the back of his neck awkwardly. Not only was it awkward, but it reminded Zoro of Sanji’s almost marriage recently, arranged or not. Maybe it’d be best to keep away from that topic for a long while.

“Marriage is normally something that comes way later Chopper, this is pretty new.” Zoro replied honestly and Sanji snorted as he gave Chopper a fond scratch behind the ears. One of Mavericks cats jumping up onto Zoro’s shoulder at the same time as he pressed its face against his cheek affectionately. It was Sooty, Zoro felt a little warmth fill him.

“It is delightful news, though it doesn’t quite explain why three of you came out of Zoro’s room.” Robin said knowingly as she cocked a brow at Zoro and Sanji. Ah shit.

Sanji and Zoro looked at each other before they glanced towards Maverick who looked back at them both shiftily before he vanished into nothingness. That bastard. Zoro ground his teeth together as he gave Robin a look. “That isn’t any of your business-“

Sanji smacked Zoro in the chest with a glare despite his own flush of embarrassment, he can’t take that tone with the ladies. “I think what the Marimo means to say is, that’s something personal that we don’t want to discuss.” Sanji said eloquently as he took a deep drag on his cig to steady his racing heart.

“Ah- I wondered where Mav was tonight…” Luffy said matter of factly as he went to walk inside the ship before he stopped dead in his tracks, Zoro covered his face as his blush turned crimson as everyone looked over at them with raised brows. The only person not blushing on the entire deck was Robin. Even brook is blushing and he’s a god damn skeleton! “Wait, how did you all fit in Zoro’s bed?” Luffy asked before Robins hands sprung out and clamped down over Luffys mouth. Nami let out a small gasp of shock before she put her hand over her mouth with wide eyes. Zoro gaped at her, because she was stood there blushing… with a nosebleed.

“Maverick was-“ Nami started.

“Please don’t finish that sentence.” Usopp begged as he dropped to his knees with his head in his hands.

“Yea- please don’t. God, it’s not a big deal.” Maverick’s voice echoed around them from god knows where since he was still invisible.

“If it’s not a big deal then show yourself.” Nami said with a challenging glare as she snapped her head from left to right to try and find the smithy.

“Nope, it’s not a big deal- but it doesn’t mean I wanna be stared at like what you’re doing to Sanji and Zoro. We’re all adults here- apart from Chopper, sorry man. Accept it, and move on.” Mavs tone was tense.

“I think that’s a reasonable request.” Robin said gently as she removed her hands from Luffys mouth and walked towards the door. “Franky, could you perhaps add some soundproofing to the dividing wall? I would like to be able to sleep if the boys bring a guest to bed again.” Robin added with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes before she turned to leave, Franky followed her in and Brook let out a musical laugh as Namis nosebleed seemed to start again. Just at the same time, Mav reappeared, on his knees with his face in his hands and his ears burning bright red.

Zoro looked over at Sanji who was now chain smoking through another cigarette as the cook caught his gaze and let out a groan of annoyance. “I’m going back to bed.” Sanji said defiantly as he stormed back into the ship.

My bed I hope?

Yea… that could have went worse, but it could have went so much better. I just want to sleep.

Alright cook

Zoro sent some reassurance Sanji’s way down their bond despite his own heart still hammering in his chest, the adrenaline from everything that had just came out still ran hot in his veins. It made him antsy. Though he had to admit he did appreciate Mav sticking up for them, it wasn’t nice being stared at and not knowing what others were thinking of you, especially when it was your own crew. Robin hadn’t exactly been sly with her comment, it would have flown over Usopp, Chopper and maybe even Luffy's head, under any other circumstances. But Luffy's comment and realisation is what really sealed the deal and dosed out a load of embarrassment that none of them were prepared for.

“Miss nose-bleed, I don’t want to hear any more about this, do you understand.” Zoro pointed at Nami as she gave him a look and then looked at Mav as Usopp covered his mouth trying not to laugh at Nami.

“Sure- but-“ 

“Nah nah nah, you don’t get nothing, no twenty questions- nothing. Get your perverted ass back to bed and use your imagination.” Maverick was on his feet again, voice authoritative despite the subject matter as he pushed Nami by the small of her back through the doors before they closed behind them. Zoro let out a huge sigh then as everyone else seemed to drift back into the ship. Brook going up to the crows nest to take over the watch leaving only him and Luffy standing on the deck. Luffy was looking at him with a soft smile before it turned into a grin.

“So you really do like Sanji then, a whole lot.” His captain laughed out as he clasped a hand on Zoro’s shoulder. “I love you guys, and I’m glad. If you’re happy, I’m happy.” Luffy said before he ushered Zoro back into the ship, the grin never leaving his face until Zoro paused outside of the mens quarters and turned to Luffy.

“I found this on the Marines ship. We can look at it tomorrow, maybe ask Mav what his story is.” Zoro said as he pulled out the curled up wanted poster from in his sash and held it up. Luffy just grinned as he nodded.

“Alright.” Luffy said and without any hesitation or further questions, walked into the mens bunk room and got back into bed.

It’s been a long night…

not sure if this is a short or long chapter at this point but I hope you enjoyed it either way. I’m sorry this is turning into plot/ adventure with added porn 😭 I can’t apologise enough 

Chapter Text

The morning after

enjoying the crew’s general interactions so much at the moment I won’t lie

and loving soft Zoro and Sanji 😭

Zoro woke up with his arms still wrapped around Sanji, it felt a little like a dream knowing the other man wouldn’t kick him in the head for waking up like this now. Especially now the crew knew that they were involved… something that Sanji had been the one to tell them. Sanji, the fucking ladies man…

The blonde was asleep on his chest as he carded his fingers through blonde hair, he wondered if Sanji was always like this. If he’d had lovers before that he’d fall asleep on, not that he’d do that to the women of course. He was far too much of a gentleman for that sort of thing. Zoro would put money on the idea that if the lady kicked the cook out of his own bed then Sanji would let them, he still couldn’t fully wrap his head around that aspect of the cook. Then again, he wasn't really interested in women so maybe he’d never understand it. But Zoro had seen Mav with a few one night stands before they’d made their whole arrangement, not seen them in the middle of it or anything! That’s not what he meant. But he’d seen Mav on a morning, buried halfway beneath the duvet with his head resting on a random woman’s chest like how Sanji was sleeping on him now. He’d have to ask Sanji what the difference was. Or why it was different in Sanji’s eyes. Because Mav had ended up in the same position with him once or twice in the mornings after they’d spent the night together. Hell- Zoro had been in the same position too a few times, and he’d seen women with their heads on Mavs chest too as they slept. Surely it was just a physical contact thing? Don’t humans crave it or something? Why did I start thinking about this again? Oh right, the cook.

Zoro smiled down before an idea flicked into his mind. He stared at that curly brow on Sanji’s face, so relaxed as the cook slept, and not frowning in annoyance or irritation. He moved his hand through Sanji's hair till he could lift the man’s fringe up at the front and felt warmth rush through him when he saw both brows, both curling in the same direction, but Sanji’s face was still lovely, the eyebrows may be stupid, but they gave the Cook even more character. Not that he needed any more though. 

He really does have a nice face-

Zoro’s thought was cut a little short as the blondes lids fluttered open and fixed him with both of those ocean blue eyes. Sanji blinked at him for a moment, and Zoro could only stare back in awe.

Seeing both eyes like this is even better-

“Don’t get used to it, Marimo.” Sanji yawned as he pulled Zoro’s hand free from his hair, the man didn’t seem all that annoyed.Thank god. But Zoro was still a little pissed at his hand being thrown out of it’s residency within blonde strands. So he brought it back up to Sanji’s head without saying a word and carded them up through the cooks hair at the nape of his neck. Sanji let out a huff of air as he smiled against Zoro’s chest. “How messy is my hair?”

Zoro looked at Sanji’s hair properly for a second before he grunted. The bed hair was absolutely out of this world if he was honest.

But it makes him look, sort of sexy… reminds me of his wavy hair back at-

“It looks as though you’ve been dragged through a bunch of nettles, just minus the leaves.” Zoro said softly and Sanji chuckled against his chest before Zoro felt the weight lifting off of him, he tried his best not to react to the loss before there was a mouth against his neck. His breath hitched as teeth nipped at his skin and he felt a mark being sucked into his neck, a tongue grazing over the spot teasingly when it was finally released from between the cooks teeth. 

“How am I gunna know you're flattering me when this ability stops working Marimo? You can say some of these things you know.” Sanji’s voice was in his ear now and Zoro felt himself shiver at the roughness of it. Deep and still thick with sleep, he kept his fingers at the nape of Sanji’s neck as he toyed with blonde strands.

“Not very good at that, Curly… but I can try, I suppose.”

“Good boy.” Sanji hummed in his ear and Zoro felt a bolt of heat go straight to his cock as his face flushed.

He let out a shaky breath as he scratched his nails against Sanji’s scalp a little. “You dare call me that in front of the others and I’ll cut you into bite sized pieces.” Zoro attempted to sound threatening, attempted being the key word. Because he failed, he sounded winded, like he was out of breath. He felt out of breath too.

“I wouldn’t, I mean it’d be tempting as all hell and seems to be a sure fire way to making you blush like a school girl but-“ Sanji was cut off by Zoro rolling him onto his back and pinning him to the bed, Zoro glared down at the cook with a serious face. Sanji just smirked as he skated his hand over Zoro’s shoulder, around the back of his neck as he scraped his nails up through green hair. Those blue eyes were watching him with intrigue and fondness and Zoro couldn’t help the sigh that left his lips as his eyes closed under the other man’s touch. “I won’t Marimo, you have my word.” Sanji said softly before Zoro gave in to the downward tug from the blonde under him. He could feel Sanji’s hand in his hair still, feel the cooks free hand grabbing at his hip before he was the one on his back.

Zoro didn’t move when he opened his eyes, looking up to see Sanji staring down at him curiously before the blonde lowered himself down, hair hanging around his face like a curtain as that head tilted down past the side of Zoro’s face as lips grazed his ear. Zoro felt his breath catch in his throat, a knee nudged his thighs a little wider as Sanji’s weight settled onto him. Then there was hot breath against the shell of his ear, rushing through his earrings before something warm and wet glided across his skin. “Sanji-“ He hated how raspy he sounded, couldn’t stop the way his arms shot upward, wrapping around the cooks neck as his blunted nails dug into a pale shoulder. But the cooks tongue was on him, hips ground into his own with a slow roll before they just rested on him, a constant weighted pressure pressing against him so teasingly. His blood was pounding in his ears as he brought his knee up beneath the duvet, opening up the space between his legs even more for the other man as that tongue traveled to the juncture of his jaw.

“I hate to break it to you Marimo…” Sanji said as he trailed his mouth down Zoro’s neck even more before he abruptly scooted down to flick his tongue out over Zoro’s nipple. Zoro jolted as he groaned, looking down to see Sanji smirking up at him through his lashes as he heaved out a breath that was a little laboured. “-But I have to go make breakfast.”

Zoro flexed his jaw in annoyance at that, a frown pulling at his brow. “You’re a bastard.” He groaned, watching as Sanji wrapped his mouth around his nipple before sucking lightly, Zoro felt his throat closing up at the sensation as he fisted his hand in blonde strands. The sound that the cook drew out of him was breathy and maybe a little bit needy…

Fuck, that feels good.

Sanji let out a low laugh, a little rough as he hummed against Zoro’s chest before a quiet groan met Zoro’s ears as he tugged at the hair in his hands. “Maybe a little bit.” Sanji smirked at him before the blonde was above him again and pressed their mouths together in a kiss that was surprisingly gentle before he pulled back.

Zoro sucked in a breath as his eyes fluttered back open, he didn’t know when they’d closed. But there was something warm brushing past his consciousness, something fond and affectionate and gentle. Zoro looked up at those blue eyes as Sanji tried to pull away further and found his hand wrapping around the back of the cooks neck a little tighter, holding him exactly where he was. “Don’t…” He breathed quietly, bringing Sanji back down as he pressed his lips against the cooks again, their mouths moved together slowly as Zoro let out breath against nicotine flavoured lips. “You don’t leave a guy after kissing him like that, Curly.”

“Just because I have to go, doesn’t mean I want to.” Sanji hummed as he pressed a kiss to Zoro’s chin with a wry smile. Zoro felt himself blush before Sanji got off of him and slipped out of the bed. “Besides, you need to shower before we can go any further, especially after last night.”

Zoro groaned at the loss of warmth from the cooks body but gave the man a nod as he rolled his eyes. “Yea- you’re not wrong, do i smell like a stray cat?” Zoro asked with a snort as he tilted his head up at Sanji and the cook let out an undignified snort in reply before he put his hand over his mouth and smacked Zoro around the back of the head.

“Don’t be a dick, the man doesn’t smell like an animal- he just doesn’t smell of you. Plus… you gotta clean your junk if you want me to go anywhere near it.” Sanji said with raised brows. Zoro paused at that as he registered the cooks words. Ah… yea, that’s more than fair given where it's been.

“Yea, because last night was something that happened...” Zoro said, he blinked as memories flooded back to him for the second time in the span of a few hours. 

“Yup.” Sanji said with a half laugh as he pulled his t-shirt down over his head. 

“Did I dream the part about axe-hand Morgan or?”

“No idiot, that happened too.” Sanji rolled his eyes before he added. “What’s the deal with that guy anyway, who was he?” Sanji asked and Zoro let out a tired sigh.

“Some ex Marine- I was still a bounty hunter at the time, tied up to a pole in Shells town. I did some shit that pissed him and his son off, the brat let his pet wolf free so… I killed it because it tried to attack a little girl.” Zoro shrugged like it was nothing, seeing Sanji tilt his head in interest he continued. “Thought I’d be free after a month, but they wanted to starve me and I dunno- think they were going to execute me. Anyway Luffy arrived and badgered me into joining his crew. Morgan got arrested for loads of shit after we kicked his ass, he was a shitty marine and a shitty person.” Zoro finished as he put his hands under his head and leaned back against the pillow to find a good position to go back to sleep in.

“He starved you?” Sanji’s voice was quiet when it met Zoro’s ears, quiet and deadly. Zoro opened his eyes to see the cooks leg on fire where he stood, the blondes face cast in shadow beneath a grim scowl as clenched teeth ground together. 

“Cook-“ Zoro got out of bed then, he knew food was important to Sanji. And he knew why too. Maybe he should have kept that particular detail to himself. You dumbass.

“I should have kicked his head clean off his shoulders.” Sanji growled.

“It’s fine, Curly, can’t change the past. Extinguish yourself, asshole.” Zoro scowled at the burning leg that he knew was primed and ready to wreak havoc. 

“I could turn this ship around-“

“You ain’t doing shit-“ Zoro bit out as he clamped his arms around the blonde’s middle, squeezing him against himself before he fell back onto the bed. He’d had hoped that this would have worked as a distraction for the cooks rage, thought it might have calmed the man down a bit. He did feel a slither of affection wrap around him, but it wasn’t enough, because the next minute. His bed was on fire.

“COOK, FOR FUCK SAKE-“

“DON'T START WITH ME ASSHOLE, YOU DRAGGED ME DOWN!”

After extinguishing the half burnt bed and airing out the room through the vents, they were fighting on the high of adrenaline. The thrill of the fight burning them like a wild fire as it spilled out into the corridor of the ship. Punches and kicks thrown in quick succession because Zoro had left his swords on the sofa, when he knew the fire was out of course. None of their blows really landing on each other despite the effort. That was until there was shouting from either end of the corridor. 

“WILL YOU ASSHOLES KNOCK IT OFF!” the two voices combined into an amalgamation of a shrill seething shriek and a guttural roar. A symphony that neither Zoro or Sanji had heard mixed together before they were both hit hard in the head by some unseen force.

Zoro looked up from where Sanji lay on the ground beside him to see Mav towering over him, and Nami towering over Sanji. Both with glares hot enough to kill. The sight of two pissed of red heads was actually a little intimidating.

“How do you have the energy to argue at 5 AM!” Nami screamed as she gave Zoro a kick to the side where he lay.

“He set my bed on fire!” Zoro snapped back, only for the cook to turn to him with a snarl.

“That was your own fault you idiot!” Sanji shoved Zoro’s face away with the palm of his hand as Zoro felt his scowl grow deeper.

“I hope he burnt it to ashes.” Mav grunted as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. Zoro glared at Mav as he stood up, Sanji dragged himself off the floor to as they all heard Nami huff in annoyance.

“Bet it needs burning after last night.” She scoffed under her breath, there wasn’t anything truly venomous in the jibe, but the dig was still heard by the trio infront of her. Zoro felt his eyebrow twitch as he scowled and Sanji actually gave the woman a rather annoyed look. But she wasn’t staring at them, she had her eyes on Mav, goading him. It worked.

“I’m sorry, Witch. What was that?” Mav scowled at her as he stepped into her space the air filling with a strange sort of tension. Nami gave the man a wicked smile as she raised her brows at him. Zoro held his breath, because Mav was either about to get a beating from Nami, or the Cook as Sanji’s brows twitched where he stood beside him. He put an arm out in front of Sanji to stop him interfering, he sort of wanted to see where this would go.

“You heard me.”

“I don’t think I did, actually… Miss nosebleed.” Mav growled quietly, Nami's hand was fisted in the man’s vest the next second as she yanked him down to her level and pressed her forehead against his.

“YOU ASSHOLE- THE DEALS OFF IM CHARGING YOU DOUBLE FOR EVERYTHING-“

“LIKE HELL YOU ARE-“ 

Zoro hadn’t noticed Robin until now standing in the doorway with her arms folded, the archaeologist was wearing a small smile as she watched the exchange in front of them. Zoro took a second to glance at Sanji too, seeing the blondes brow twitching in irritation. He couldn’t help but tilt his head at the exchange quizzically, it seemed familiar some how. “Why am I getting dejavu?” Zoro mumbled.

“Because that is exactly how you and Sanji sound, yohohohooooo~” Brook sang out from behind them, Zoro turned to see the rest of the guys on the crew leaning out of the bunkroom door with tired eyes and disbelieving looks on their faces as they all watched Nami and Maverick bicker.

“This isn’t the same thing, at all.” Mav pointed at Brook as he turned, only for Nami to smack him round the back of the head.

“Look at me when I’m lecturing you- you oversized house cat!” She pulled the man’s vest harder. Zoro couldn’t help but raise his brows as he considered Brooks words. Eyes fixed on the pair that had just smacked him and Sanji for the exact thing they were now doing. His gaze only pulled away by movement on the ground as three of Mavericks cats, the ones that weren’t Sunny and Sooty, circled around Nami's feet. All head butting her bare legs affectionately from where she stood in a pair of sleep shorts and an oversized T-shirt. “What- what are they doing?” Nami finally asked as she looked down at her feet, nearly stumbling as the cats skittered around her ankles knocking her off balance. 

Mav caught her elbow on reflex, steadying her, and Zoro snorted. The Smithy had sprung a tail again that was swishing around in irritation along with those ears from last night. Jesus Christ, he likes the witch… he’s biting her head off but won’t let her fall on her ass even though she’s being a pain.

“They like you…” Mav said quietly as he looked up at Nami. His expression shifted from annoyance to consideration at the multiple chattering and purrs that sounded from the cats before he waved them off. “Whatever, just don’t come crying to me if she shouts at you.” He said to the chorus of meows that sounded from the ground as he walked away.

“Like I’d be mean to them.” Nami scoffed in disbelief as she rolled her eyes after Mav. Kneeling down to pick one of the cats up, a white and ginger boy who immediately nuzzled his head under Namis chin. “Who’s a beautiful boy?” Nami cooed as she scratched the cat between the ears. The cat turned its head into the touch happily before Zoro watched those orange eyes stare after Mav who had stopped dead in the corridor as a loud purr sounded out. Mav turned to lock eyes with the cat, one of those ears he’d sprouted twitched in annoyance. What the hell is this cat doing? Is he… trying to make Mav jealous-

“You can keep him. He’s being an ass- shut up Jasper, I don’t wanna hear it. You’ve made your bed, so while you’re here, you can sleep in it.” Mav said with a hiss as he disappeared into the men’s bunk room again where only Brook and Usopp still stood in the doorway. The rest had apparently wandered back to bed if the chorus of fading snickers was anything to go by.

Nami walked away not long after, cooing the cats name softly as Robin just let out a quiet little titter. Zoro turned to Sanji who just rolled his eyes, his expression not giving much away. But the fingertips grazing Zoro’s wrist as contentment settled over him said everything. “Breakfast in an hour.” Sanji said to whoever was still listening.

Breakfast was as chaotic as ever, it wasn’t really surprising. Sanji didn’t know why he’d expected awkward quiet and probing questions, but he’d had a nagging anxiety about it, even though he knew deep down his crew didn’t care. They were happy that he and Zoro were seeing each other. There were a few more looks their way but nothing more than that, and even if there was Sanji didn’t feel as though he’d have to throttle anyone for overstepping. Questions to a certain degree were fine, he just wasn’t going to tolerate any rudeness. He had to stop himself chuckling as he pictured Zoro hoisting Usopp into the air by the scruff of his shirt last night. An image which found its way to the swordsman carried on his amusement. Zoro let out a snort where he sat.

“Hey Cook, pass the salt.” Zoro said with a tilt to his head.

“It’s seasoned to perfection as it is, if you want to ruin it, get it yourself.” Sanji scoffed with an eye roll Zoro’s way as Zoro smirked, leaning over the table to grab the salt anyway. Keeping his eyes on the cook as he purposefully added a little more than he really needed, just so he could see the blonde cast him a withering look through thick lashes.

“Shouldn’t you guys be nice to each other now or something?” Usopp asked through a mouthful of food as Nami sent the sniper a glare.

“Don’t talk with your mouthful.” She scolded.

“I don’t know what you mean, I’m always nice.” Sanji said as he took a sip from his second cup of coffee.

“Oh yea, a real delight.” The sarcasm from Zoro was thick and Nami couldn’t help but bite her lip as she tried to stop herself laughing. Sanji gave Zoro a glare and a kick under the table for good measure.

“Did you expect them to completely change?” Robin asked curiously as she looked at Usopp. Sanji felt himself tilting his head at that, the woman had a good point. Why would we change? We’re always like this, why can’t we be both, we know when we’re serious and when we’re not. This works for us.

“Well no… but, I don’t know, I expected something to change I guess.” Usopp shrugged.

“Something has changed. Maybe if you stopped looking so hard for it, you’d see it.” Mav said casually before he pointed at the rest of his omelette and made a little pleased sound. “This is probably the best omelette I’ve ever had, you’re gunna have to tell me how you do it, Sanji.”

Sanji smiled at the praise before he let out a chuckle. “Can’t do that, you’re just gunna have to savor it.” Mav made a small noise of disappointment at the answer, but continued to eat happily from where he was sat beside Nami and Franky.

“You can’t imply that it’s obvious when you don’t know what they’re both like, or have been like for years.” Nami said as she cocked a brow at Mav.

“I mean maybe, but I know Zoro. Figured it out before any of you did too.” Mav shrugged with a smirk as Zoro stuck his tongue out at him across the table.

“Luffy-“ Sanji snapped, stabbing Luffy's hand into the table where it was about to steal from Zoro’s plate. “You’ve had three portions!” Sanji didn’t catch the way Usopp was staring at the way Sanji’s hand held that fork in an iron grip to stop Luffy stealing from Zoro’s plate, or the way the snipers eyes seemed to widen slightly as a small smile settled on his face.

“Hey where’s the rest of my breakfast gone?-“ Nami said as she looked down at her plate to see three of her sausages missing the only thing still there her half eaten beans and a single slice of bacon. “Luffy you asshole!” She snapped as Sanji promptly got up and threw a kick straight toward Luffy's head. There was a quiet chuckle from beside her amidst the chaos and when she looked down from the beating Luffy was getting she saw two sausages and a slice of bacon being slid onto her plate. She went to thank Franky or Robin, they’d occasionally do this if they’d managed to guard their own food well enough from Luffy's thieving hands. But she was greeted with a flash of ginger hair as Mav rose from his seat and picked up his plate. 

“I only really wanted the omelette anyway.” He shrugged as he gave her a smile, leaving the table and taking his plate and cutlery over to the sink. The thankyou that she managed to get out was barely audible as she sat there in shock.

“You making coffee?” Zoro asked as he glanced over to Mav. The ginger was washing his own dishes and putting them in the drainer to dry. Huh, I’ve never thought about doing that, but it might make it a little easier on the cook.

“No… but I can if you want one. Does anyone else want a coffee?” Mav said as he turned to the table, Robin raised her hand as she confirmed and so did Brook. Zoro watched as his gaze went around the table before landing on Nami again. The navigator hadn’t said anything, or raised her hand. Zoro waited for it, because he knew it was coming, knew exactly what Mav was like. It wouldn’t be damning evidence of his friend’s interest, but it'd definitely be something. “Tea?” Mav asked, eyes still on Nami, and Zoro let out a quiet groan when Nami gave Mav a grin and a nod. There it is, the individual offer- a tiny act of service. Fuck me Mav, you better not be even thinking about it.

“Stop it!” He snapped at Mav from where he sat.

“Stop what? I’m trying to be nice.” Mav frowned at him from the kitchen counter as he grabbed cups out of the cupboard.

“You know what, don’t act dumb.”

Zoro watched as Mav tensed his jaw and fixed him with a look, something unspoken hanging between them as a flash of understanding and then defiance danced in blue eyes. “I was just being polite, Zoro.”

“Uhuh.” Zoro frowned as he stood up with his own plate and walked over to the sink where he stood next to Mav who was waiting for the kettle to boil on the stove. He would have bit his head off quietly while he was stood there too, if Sanji hadn’t walked over and stood between them.

“I can do that you know- why are you washing your own plate?” Sanji fussed over the cups before he turned his attention to Zoro who had his hands in the sink.

“Why not?” Zoro shrugged as he rinsed the plate off and wiped down his knife and fork.

Sanji let out a snort at the response before he gave Zoro a small smile. “Thanks, Marimo.”

Zoro gave Sanji a look, the quirk to his lips barely there as he cast his eye down the cook where he stood, suit crisp and fresh, a white shirt today and surprisingly no tie with the two top buttons undone. Hair freshly brushed and looking far more put together than what Zoro was feeling after such little sleep. “Don’t mention it, Curly.”

If you keep being this nice I’m going to to start believing you really like me Moss-ball

Start believing it asshole

I love them both I swear, can’t wait to write more about how their dynamic changes now the crew know 😭

Chapter Text

for those of you that may be a fan of One Piece, but may not necessarily be as up to date with all the episodes (like me, I know snippets willingly admit I’m not anywhere near up to date)

there is a certain scene regarding Ace mentioned here, it could be considered spoilers. For those that have seen said scene, obviously, my writing isn’t the canon. I’m just trying to weave the threads of plot and backstory here.

there is more Nami and Mav up ahead, with some crew mate interactions too. And Sanzo feels.

Next chapter will be back specifically Zoro and Sanji focused.

The rest of the day went by like any other, Nami couldn’t help but find it strange, especially with the fact nothing felt really different. But so many things were. Zoro and Sanji for starters… she’d thought it was obvious too, just like a lot of the crew, namely herself and Robin, and Franky and Brook. She’d asked Zoro a few times but maybe she hadn’t worded her question properly to get the answer that was now inherently obvious, to get the answer where Zoro would admit that Sanji was attractive- or that he was interested. She’d always stupidly just asked if they were together without pushing him further when she got an eye roll and a flat ‘no’ in reply. But still, here they were now. It was sweet actually, to think they’d found each other. Finally. If she was a betting woman, and she was, she’d place money on the fact Positive Pablos positivity beam definitely helped them both realise.

How strange must it be to have someone else’s thoughts rattling around your head… She sort of wondered what sorts of things they’d accidentally shown or thought about each other that helped them realise the attraction was mutual. Or did she… maybe it was something she shouldn’t think too hard on, especially with the fact their lines of thinking had somehow converged into let’s invite another guy into bed with us. She wanted to keep the rest of the blood in her body after all… not that she was a pervert or anything- she was just a person! A woman, she had thoughts and needs too!

But that was what made the day even stranger, as she sat on deck making notes and annotations to her map, staring out at some of her crewmates fishing. Well, Usopp, Luffy and Chopper. Mav too, he had a separate fishing rod that Usopp gave him, a fishing competition Usopp had declared with far more energy than she had after such a broken nights sleep. It wasn’t the fact the smithy was teamed with Chopper and absolutely praising the reindeer to high heaven at every catch he made, it wasn’t the fact they were losing and he was still grinning and laughing. It was the fact it felt so normal. It felt natural, comfortable. Like something she’d seen a thousand times over the years. But she hadn’t… this man had been with them days- but he fit in so seamlessly, got on with everyone so flawlessly. Well- apart from herself. But it wasn’t serious animosity between them, she didn’t quite know what it was, but it wasn’t bad by any stretch of the word. She just enjoyed goading him, pushing his buttons to see how he’d react, he wasn’t a cruel man. Anyone could see that, but she knew straight away, despite it definitely being in his best interest to hide her from Usopp. 

He hadn’t had too, though. He could have outed her easily, he was in a vulnerable position, he was naked- on a ship, with a crew he didn’t know. But he’d been so gentle when he’d cupped her elbow and moved her behind him, despite knowing she’d see those scars. She wasn’t going to go and say it was a show of trust on his part, not when that was the first time they’d met, but it was still monumental. It was important. Those awful scars… not necessarily gnarly and horrific but ugly- ugly for what they represented. They made Nami burn with hate when she clicked on to what may have been the cause after his and Zoro’s fight. Those layered parallel lines, faded and old but still white and raised- the sharp square edges biting into his skin from the buckle of a belt.

She let out a sigh as she continued to watch the guys fish, Luffy hadn’t said anything to anyone about if he wanted Mav to stay, or wanted him as a part of the crew. But the fact he wanted a forge building was telling… someone would have to tell their captain at some point though to actually ask the other man if that was the case, because Luffy at times was great, said exactly what he wanted when he wanted it, but other times he was… he assumed, innocently assumed people wanted the exact same thing he did. So he just didn’t ask, he just did. 

Her eyes wandered back to Maverick, she could see him as part of the crew already. It was sort of like when Vivi was with them, the woman had settled in so smoothly. She said sort of, because she wasn’t attracted to Vivi… So maybe she wasn’t the best judge for how well the man was settling in. But she wasn’t going to apologise for knowing what she liked! He had a head full of hair, a great smile, a lovely face in general actually. His voice too, and he had a very nice bum for a guy. I’m just a girl who was trapped between a bathroom wall and a buff tall stranger, I couldn’t help it… though it looks pretty peachy in those jeans too. She zoned out a little as she stared, watching as he leaned forward on the ships railing with the fishing rod in his hands, his hair tied in a loose ponytail with that bobble she’d lent him as it hung over his shoulder. She sort of wanted to see his tattoos again too, she hadn’t got a good look at them before in those few seconds in the shower, she’d been a little distracted by another part of his anatomy. Before she could think better of it, she opened her mouth.

“Hey Maverick, is there a meaning behind your tattoos?” She asked, her head resting on her palms where she sat with her elbows propped up on her knees.

Mav looked over at her with surprise before Usopp and Luffy were looking the man up and down quizzically. She realised her mistake as soon as she saw the smithy’s cheeks tint pink. Oh my god- you can’t see them they’re hidden below the waistband of his jeans.

“What tattoos?” Usopp asked in confusion. Nami wanted to smack the sniper round the back of the head, surely he’d have seen them- he walked into the bathroom when he was in the shower, did he not pay attention???

Mav gave a light laugh before he cast Nami a look that clearly said, now you’ve gone and done it. “You've been paying that close attention, huh?” Mav smirked, his jibe making Nami blush even though she knew it was an attempt to throw the sniper and their captain off. He was probably trying to get her to bite his head off, and argument would be a good distraction, but-

“What is she seeing that we aren’t?” Usopp mumbled to himself and Chopper looked up at the smithy in confusion too.

“He’s got two tattoos, both of magpies.” Zoro’s voice sounded as he leaned on the railing near the kitchen, Nami saw Usopp and Luffy take the information in but still remain confused as she turned and looked up, just to see Zoro staring at her with a smug look on his face. Zoro dropped his volume so only Nami could hear him. “You really did get a good look didn’t you, Miss nosebleed.” He gave her a shit eating smirk.

“Shut up.” She hissed as she heard shuffling from the lower deck before Mav was stood next to her looking up at Zoro with a raised brow and then down at Nami as he huffed out a quiet laugh at her.

“Hopefully they forget you said anything and catch a real big fish.” Maverick said and Zoro snorted.

“Just wear your jeans a little lower over the next few days.” Zoro nodded at Mav and Nami felt heat flooding her face. Because of course Zoro knew about the tattoos, he’d had the other man in his bed last night, of course he’s seen them- and a lot more too. How are they so casual?

“No way man, besides my boxers mostly cover them too-“

Nami let out a sigh of frustration as she grabbed hold of Mavericks hips and dragged him in front of her, she ignored the grunt of surprise and how warm his skin was beneath her fingers as she held his hips just under the vest he was wearing. Ignored the fact she was head height with his crotch, well… she tried to. She managed to school her features despite the fact her stomach was doing somersaults. She skated her fingers beneath the waistband of the denim by a hairbreadth as she tugged lightly. 

“Nami-“ Zoro’s voice was a quiet hiss, a subtle warning.

“Shut up, I’m making this work out in our favour-“ she hissed back as she pulled again, this time jeans and boxers slipped down his hips by a good inch and Nami had large pale hands clamped around her wrists.

“Nami- JesusChrist, we’re out on deck here.” Mavs voice was scolding even if the volume was more akin to a whispered shout. She didn’t let go though as she looked up at him, she could feel herself frowning slightly in frustration, but it faltered when she met his gaze. Because his eyes were wide with shock and disbelief, his cheeks were burning along with his ears and he seemed to suck in a lungful of air when she caught his gaze.

“I’m helping you.” She whispered to Mav.

“You’re helping yourself, is what you’re doing Nami.” Zoro grunted from above them, and Nami didn’t need to look at the swordsman to know he was shaking his head at her.

“You’re gunna get me crucified if you keep putting us in these positions woman.” Maverick said quietly as he eased Namis hands off of his hips and jeans. Nami couldn’t help but watch as her fingers left warm skin, she hadn’t been ready to let go, which was weird… I don’t even know this guy, he’s good looking but- god Nami, get it together. His hands were gentle where they lifted her hands up, calloused palms brushing against the skin on her wrists before that grip was gone. Atleast she could see the two wings of the tattoos now, poking out over the waistline of his jeans, she hadn’t realised just how low they sat on the man’s body… 

“What do you mean?”

“Someone could get the wrong idea and think I’m taking advantage.” Mav breathed out as he stepped back only to hear Zoro let out a barking laugh from above them.

“Of the Witch? Like she’d ever let that happen with anyone. But still- you gotta keep your hands to yourself, Nami.” Zoro said lowly.

“Coming from you?!” She snapped back at Zoro who raised his hands up in mock surrender despite the wicked smile that graced his lips.

“I had prior permission, besides-“ Zoro shrugged. “It was only sex, a one time thing.” Mav groaned in frustration at Zoro’s statement as he walked away, heading up the deck and past Zoro without a word as he pushed through the doors to the kitchen. Zoro’s expression got serious then as he fixed Nami with a look. “You don’t know how long he’s gunna be here for- don’t be stupid.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Nami could feel herself getting pissed now, at the audacity of Zoro’s assumptions.

“Sure you don’t, just take my advice will ya, you don’t strike me as someone who can do casual on repeat, and you may be a Witch, but you’re nakama, don’t want you to go getting yourself hurt.”

“But you don’t mind if Mav gets hurt huh?” Nami asked with a raised brow of disgust before Zoro growled at her in frustration. She was surprised Zoro was being like this, it was strangely nice that he was offering advice, acting slightly worried… But it still wasn’t really any of his business.

“Of course I don’t want that to happen either idiot, but as of right now, you’ve been the one with your hands all over him. Don’t string him along like those guys you flirt with to rinse them for cash and drinks. You’re making your interest really obvious, Nami.”

Nami fixed Zoro with a look at that. Is he for real? Is he fucking seriously lecturing me on having my hands on someone- implying that I’d string him along, what would I gain from stringing him along? Nothing. He’s got no money, he’s- what the hell is he even trying to say here. I don’t want you getting heartbroken but also don’t go break Mavericks heart? It’s not that deep Zoro. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say half of that, because I might actually throw you into the sea. But I’m allowed to look, asshole.” Nami let out a growl before she added with a glare. “And just so you know, I have done casual before. Thankyou very much.” 

“Not with someone who’s on the ship day in day out, you moron.” Zoro rolled his eyes before he headed back into the ship himself. Nami was just thankful that the three idiots on deck had in fact gotten distracted by a rather big fish caught on Luffy's line and hadn’t come further up deck to hear any of that conversation.

Oh… oh maybe he actually has a good point. It wouldn’t really work unless it was really just a one time thing… and what would happen if I didn’t want it to be- if Mav didn’t want it to be, especially if he didn’t end up joining us permanently- a recipe for disaster really. Why am I thinking as though I’m actually going to-

Nami put her hand over her mouth as the realisation hit her right between the eyes and she flushed pink. She’d been thinking about it, and somehow hadn’t actually clicked on until now, oh my god I actually want to sleep with him. “No no no, absolutely out of the question, it’s way more hassle than it’s worth.” She muttered to herself as she bit her lips nervously. Not worth the risk, not at all, at least wait to see if Luffy wants him as crew- then- maybe you can revisit this, and that’s a big maybe. You have self control, you’ll be fine. But I can still imagine can’t I? What is wrong with me- i haven’t even thought about kissing him yet and- oh… oh now that’s a thought. 

“I didn’t actually get to answer your question-“ 

Nami nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard that voice from right behind her, whipping her head around to try and see the man in question, only to see the backrest of her striped sun lounger. His voice was smooth and low as he spoke, and the chuckle that left him at her reaction had goosebumps prickling at the back of her neck. She felt something then, a shift in the weight of the lounger she sat on, a warmth radiating against her back, not touching her, but close enough. “You almost gave me a heart attack.” Nami hissed quietly as she put her hand behind her, aiming to lean back slightly, casually even. So she didn’t look so suspicious and stiff, and it would have worked, if she hadn’t found something else. The feel of denim beneath her fingers had her mind reeling as her eyes saw her palm flattened, resting above the sun lounger- looking as though it was floating on thin air. She squinted down at her hand. Is that his leg? She squeezed her hand slightly. “This is crazy.” She breathed out in fascination as she moved her palm down and then back up and up, definitely denim.

Mav let out a tight chuckle. Nami felt the warmth of a hand wrap around her wrist again and stopped her exploration of the invisible material beneath her fingers. “Easy tiger, that’s my thigh, and you were pretty high up to start with.” 

Nami blushed as she pulled her hand back on reflex. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, it’s not like you can see where you’re going.” She could almost hear the smile on his voice, his tone dripping with amusement. It was so strange being able to hear the man right there, right next to her, but having no visual at all.

“How are you sat there- for that to be your thigh?” She asked carefully, her hand still in the air between them, almost afraid to put it down.

Warmth touched the back of her palm then, she could feel the gentle brush of fingers against her knuckles, bringing her hand down to the other side of the lounger till it was touching denim again, she tilted her head carefully as she squinted. Trying desperately to ignore the butterflies in her stomach at something as innocent as his hand touching hers. “That’s my other leg, my knee- I’m straddling it.” 

“Your power would make you an excellent thief, you know.” She smirked where she sat, turning back to her maps and her back to the man behind her, her lips tugging up into an even more mischievous smile when she heard a low laugh from the man behind her. She glanced towards Chopper, Usopp and Luffy. Still fishing and chattering. “But do tell me, I am curious. If there is any meaning behind them, that is.”

“Well you clearly know how the song goes about magpies from the nickname you gave me. One for Sorrow, two for Joy.” Maverick mused behind her, the low baritone of his voice resonated through her from where she sat, and she only hoped he missed the way she shivered. “They’re a reminder that you can’t have one without the other, you can’t have joy without a little sorrow.”

She hummed at that, it was a little poetic actually, wise too. Deeper than she’d expected, she’d half expected him to make a flirtatious quip about their placement being near a source of joy. But it seemed the man wasn’t that shallow, a small part of her actually wished he had said something along those lines. She’d have laughed, it would have been funny if not a little big headed, it would have been easier for her to decide to just have a fling with the man. It couldn’t ever be that simple, of course it couldn’t. “That’s pretty wise considering, you sure you’re not in your forties Mav?” She cast her eyes back instinctively, glancing back at the emptiness where she knew the man was sat.

She heard that chuckling again. “Feels like that sometimes, you tryna tell me I’m looking old? I swear my skin was glowing in the mirror this morning.”

Nami let out a laugh at that, the bastard is funny too. Ugh. “It’s hard to see the wrinkles when you’re invisible.” She shot right back, smile still wide on her face.

“Wow, she’s got an expression that isn’t a scowl.” The sarcasm rolled off his tongue as he let out a laugh and Nami frowned as she stuck her tongue out in his general direction. “Much prefer the grin, but still. cute.” He hummed playfully, and Nami heard the chair creak as weight shifted, she felt herself smiling a tiny smile at the compliment, and she wanted to slap herself for it. He was charming, he’s obviously flirting, Jesus Christ I am too old to develop a crush- and especially so soon. “Dinner in five, by the way.” Maverick added, his voice and breath ghosting past her ear before she felt a rush of air and retreating footsteps sounded out. She felt something hot coil low in her belly for a second, her stomach did one huge flip and she sucked in a breath. Dear god- I’m going to kill him. I can’t tell if he did that on purpose or I’m just really that pent up…

Dinner was somehow worse than breakfast and lunch, it was Mayhem. Sanji had had to kick Luffy out of the room three times already for stealing off people’s plates and he was starting to lose patience.

That was until Zoro stood up when Sanji had their captain by the scruff of his vest for the fourth time, and slammed something onto the table. “Wait, we need him here for this.” Sanji dropped Luffy and stared at the papers the swordsman had slammed down on the table alongside the rest of the crew. Is that- a wanted poster? 

“Oh yea, i forgot about that.” Luffy said as he saw the poster on the table. Zoro was the one glaring now as he looked at Luffy in disbelief.

“How could you forget?! I told you about this last night!” Zoro shouted and before he could do anything else Robin had hold of the poster and the notes attached to it, looking at it with a curious hum before she turned her gaze to Maverick. Looking at the red head from over the rim of her glasses. Sanji didn’t think he’d seen a lady look better in a pair of frames than Robin in his life- But the look was assessing, considering something as she stared at the ginger sat beside their navigator.

“What does it say? How much is his bounty?” Luffy asked with wide eyes as he finally sat down in his seat, his attention fixed on the archeologist, much like everyone else now was.

“Huh? Who?” Mav said curiously, idiot wasn’t even paying attention. Sanji fought the urge to roll his eyes.

“You.” Robin said with a quirk to her lips as Mavs brows rose. “Or should I say the Wampus. That’s a rather big bounty for a 2 year old poster.” 

Sanji watched curiously as Maverick seemed to shrug, the man seemed indifferent, but something in his eyes told Sanji that he was a little uncomfortable. He didn’t think it was the wanted poster though. Not quite. “How much?” Sanji tilted his head towards Robin as he stared at the back of the paper.

“350 million.” Robin said smugly.

“WHAT???!!!” Sanji shouted along with half the table, including Zoro as they all stared at Maverick as if waiting for some sort of explanation. Maverick rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he gave them a nervous smile.

“That can’t be from two years ago!” Usopp said as he grabbed the poster out of Robins hands as he squinted trying to find the print date on it. “HOW DID YOU GET A BOUNTY THIS HIGH AS A CAT?” Usopp pointed accusingly and the taller of the two gingers sat at the table.

“It’s not just a cat, Sogeking. The Wampus is a legend, a mythical creature of sorts that was said to live hundreds of years ago, one day just vanishing completely, without a trace.” Brook said seriously before he clasped his hands together. “But they can turn invisible so they could really be anywhere, yohohohoooo~.” Sanji tried not to snort as Usopps teeth started chattering nervously.

“Tashigi said you hadn’t been seen since escaping impel down, and you said the Wampus hadn’t been seen since before Marineford. Who were you allied with- who was your crew Mav?” Zoro asked pointedly, his jaw tight with tension before Sanji blinked. He’s already told us… The pieces fit together perfectly as he turned his attention to the smithy as well.

“The whitebeard pirates.” Sanji said quietly, the entire room went silent. Sanji watched something curious come over Luffys face too as the captain stared at their guest. “You said you hadn’t had a crew in two years, or thereabouts.”

“Didn’t someone take over-“ Franky started.

“Yea, they did, Marco did. Tried to take on Blackbeard. We lost. We disbanded after that.” Mav cut the ship-right off, his voice hoarse as he stared at the tablecloth as if he was trying to set the material on fire. “I should have just killed him myself, I could have easily if they’d just let me sneak onto the ship.” Mavs voice was laced with regret as he shook his head, fists clenching on the table before he forced out a sigh.

“You’ve not found another crew since?” Nami asked carefully, her gaze was searching Sanji realised, as she looked at the man. She could see something that they couldn’t from where she was sat beside him.

“Nah, nothing felt right after everything that happened- I- err. I wasn’t right for a while afterwards. I threw everything I could at the marines, hypnotised them, turned the ones I could against each other, it wasn’t enough, I wasn’t powerful enough.”

“You fought?” Luffy asked with a serious expression on his face, his eyes swirling with memories and none of them good, a grief stricken look came over his face. Something that was mirrored in Mavericks' expression as the smithy locked eyes with their captain.

“I fought… and I failed. Couldn’t save my captain, couldn’t save-“ Mav sucked in a breath. Zoro felt his throat close up then, his jaw tense as he watched Mavs eyes cloud over, watched as they watered under such a heavy expression. His friends mouth was in a thin line, brows furrowed in anger and pain. In grief… teeth ground together as he stared past Luffy, eyes distant, seeing something else before he was back in the room. Those tears that were teetering on the edge never fell. “I’m sorry about your brother, Luffy. I hope you know he loved you. Swore I’d make sure you knew that if I ever saw you again.” 

Zoro didn’t know what to do, nobody did. They all just sat there, the conversation hadn’t went the way any of them thought it would. Luffy looked grief stricken and stunned, his eyes following Mav as the red head stood up. His dinner left uneaten as he shoved his hand into his pocket before he pulled out two round balls, both of them red. He put one on the table in front of Luffy before he put the other back in his pocket. It rolled towards Luffy slightly before coming to a stop, a small hole straight through it’s centre.

Zoro stopped breathing.

It was a bead.

A bead from Ace’s necklace.

“Two magpie tattoos.” Luffy said as he looked down at that bead before he wrapped his hand around it, pulling it close as his eyes started to well up. What are you talking about his tattoos for Luffy? What- Zoro nearly flinched when Luffy stood up at the head of the table and stormed over till he stood right in front of Mav with a determination that was utterly raw and he watched his captains emotions rage behind sad eyes. “You’re Maggie.” Luffy choked out as his lip wobbled. 

Mav had his back to half of the table from where he’d been about to walk out, but Zoro could see his friend freeze where he stood. And Luffy was crying, crying infront of Mav while the smithy’s back trembled, he could see Mavs fists clenching at his sides, knuckles turning white. Zoro felt his heart clench in his chest as remembered those words from last night.

—

“So First of all. Don’t call me Mags or Maggie.”

“I can completely understand why you’re asking- but no Sanji… We aren’t together anymore because he’s dead.”

—

Empathy flooded Zoro’s mind along with a sadness that sat heavy in his chest for the pain his friend had been through, it was a type of loss Zoro hadn’t experienced before. A loss that scared the hell out of him. To lose your captain and the person you love in one day… oh Mav. That feeling only grew when Luffys screaming sob filled the room.

“THANKYOU FOR LOVING MY BIG BROTHER!” Luffy was on Mav then, arms wrapped around the man tight after jumping up and latching on to broad shoulders. Sobbing into Mavs vest as Mav hugged him back. But Luffy wasn’t done and Zoro could see Robin and Nami tearing up, hell everyone was. Even the cook. “He he- he said thankyou. Thankyou, for loving him. He told me to tell you, if I ever found Maggie, to say he’s sorry he never said it back-“ Luffy choked on another sob, and Zoro watched something snap in Mav as his head dropped onto Luffy’s shoulder, his own shoulders shaking as laboured wet breaths stuttered out. “He wanted me to say that- that he loved you too.”

Zoro looked away from them both, averting his gaze to give them a moment away from scrutiny. Because he was looking at Sanji, the blonde sat next to him, eyes covered by one hand as tears streamed down his cheeks. Zoro didn’t think, he just moved. He reached out, his hand wrapping around Sanji’s as he pulled the blondes hand into his lap and interlocked their fingers, and he squeezed. Squeezed that clammy hand in his own, he never wanted to feel what Mav had, but if he had to, it wouldn’t be anytime soon. No way in hell was he letting that happen. He wrapped affection around the cook so tightly down their connection that he heard the cook gasp quietly from where he was sat.

How- how long have you liked me for Marimo.

It wasn’t so much a question, as it was a demand. Because what he’d sent out to the blonde, every little thing he’d sent bundled in that affection it was heavy, thick with emotion and far too weighty to be some new fleeting feeling. Zoro knew that’s why the cook wanted an answer. If the cook wanted it though, he would give him it.

It’s hard to pinpoint Cook, but- probably since I heard you talk about the all blue for the first time. Seeing how you got when talking about your dream… I always thought you were pretty, but that did something to me that I can’t really explain.

Sanji was looking at him now, all wide eyed with damp cheeks as he gaped. Zoro had lost focus on what was going on at that point, he could hear the crying had stopped but there was definitely more hugging going on in his peripheral vision. But all he could focus on now was the cook.

Zoro… that was… after all this time?

Yea? What's wrong with that?

I thought I was stupid for two fucking years for missing your stupid moss covered head- you should have said something!

Zoro blinked at Sanji then, is he saying- when I was training with Mihawk, that he… missed me? The room had returned to a quiet buzz of gentle chatter now, plates were being clinked about and chairs scraped off the floor as people started to filter out. Mav and Luffy had already left. Zoro felt a wall of affectionate longing slam into him at the same time as a pale hand grabbed at the collar of his coat, and he was yanked forward. The cooks lips slammed into his own in a bruising but far to short kiss before he was pushed back again. Stunned into silence, the blondes brow was twitching at him in annoyance and the dining room was strangely silent.

“You are in so much fucking trouble, you stupid Neanderthal!” Sanji seethed and Zoro couldn’t help but tilt his head in confusion, his eyes unable to look away from those lips that had been on his own only seconds ago.

“Huh?” Zoro said dumbly, someone cleared their throat nearby. Zoro turned to see Usopp, Franky and Nami all stood by their respective seats at the table with their plates in hand. All looking at him and the cook in shock. Nami was blushing, Franky was grinning- and Usopp was bright red. “Now look at what you’ve done, Cook.” Zoro tsked, and Sanji didn’t even glance at the three people in the room before he was stood up and dragging Zoro out of his chair by the collar of his coat. “What the fuck- just how much trouble am I in, shit-cook?”

“Deep fucking trouble, you’re lucky you aren’t drowning in it.” Sanji’s voice was husky and deep, and Zoro felt his brain immediately switch off and fire up all at once as he was dragged through the corridors of the ship. Oh shit.

Okay… oh dear. Mav and Nami are also going to kill me actually. I may need thoughts on them from you guys though, I don’t want to bloat this Sanzo/ Zosan fic with Nami/OC so should I consider doing a prequel fic to this one (still with Sanzo/Zosan but more blatantly tagged for both ships including Nami/Mav?)

It would be a continuation from this story. Or should i just include them into the chaos of Sanji and Zoro figuring things out and the rest of the crew as we are doing now?

this seems to be working as is, at least to me. But you guys have been really supportive so really respect your thoughts on this.

Chapter Text

NSFW ahead.

It’s time 😉

Zoro found himself dragged all the way back to his room. Sanji didn’t let go of his collar once, and when he was finally through the door, he was dragged over to the bed. But he wasn’t pushed back onto it, he was just left standing there, as Sanji’s hands held his hips before pale fingers began to untie his sash. The look in the cooks eyes was blazing, fierce despite the strange calm that had settled over the man. Zoro didn’t know what was happening, but he lost the ability to speak, there was something heady hanging in the air between them. Something delicate yet taught with tension that made his skin prickle as his sash and swords were laid out on the sofa gently. His jacket fell open, his hamarki was pulled down next. Down over his hips, down the length of his legs till it reached his feet, and Sanji was knelt on the floor in front of him.

Zoro swallowed, seeing Sanji down on his knees, the tension. The quiet. Desire began to pool in his gut, there was a firm tap against his ankle. A single blue eye looked up at him expectantly still holding his hamarki. He stepped out of it, the cook hadn’t said a single word. I’m fucked, I’m in so much trouble… 

His boots came next, Sanji pulled each one off his feet in silence. The cook was undressing him, slowly, meticulously, had cast him one briefly disgruntled look from where he was still on his knees because of the hamaraki- and Zoro was hard as marble. The room felt too hot and too cold at the same time, his skin prickled under the cook’s fingers where they gripped his calf to remove his boots. He fucking ached, the tension was killing him, and he couldn’t move. Even as those two perfect hands came up to his fly, grazed against him without a word, undid the button and pulled down his zip. He wanted nothing more than to grind into those hands, to relieve the pressure, desperately, he fought the urge. He’d settle for dry humping if that’s all Sanji was willing to give him. He didn’t care where either, if the blonde wanted him on his knees he’d fuck himself against one of his legs like a dog. Jesus- fucking christ. But he wasn’t going to break the silence. He wasn’t going to do it, he bit his lip hard as his trousers and pants were pulled down in one fluid motion and stepped out of those too.

He hadn’t realised until now how heavily he was breathing, but Sanji was folding his trousers and pants neatly, still knelt at his feet. Hands smoothing out the material so gracefully, so causally. His cock was inches away from the blondes face. It twitched in earnest. He was doing his best, trying so hard to behave for the Cook, not that it was hard to go along with whatever the other man wanted to do to him. But fuck, I’m going to go insane.

Cook- you gotta give me something- anything 

He hadn’t meant to let that slip through- not at all. Because it was desperate, he was desperate. Because Sanji was looking at him now, through his lashes, with a smile that made him weak in the knees as he placed his clothes on the floor near his boots. Zoro heard a strained whine echo in the room, and dug his nails into the palms of his hand when he realised he was the one making the sound, cutting it off short. But that brilliant blue eye was on him, making him sweat, making his heart pound. Nobody had done this to him before, whatever this was, managed to freeze him in place like this. 

A breath ghosted against his thigh as Sanji leaned forward on his knees ever so slightly, he shivered again, his skin almost tingling where that hot puff of air had hit. The cook leaned forward more- another hot breath of air, this time right against his shaft. Zoro didn’t get time to process this one though when the cooks lips pressed against the underside of his dick. It was chaste, almost like a fond peck- but against his damn cock, his hand was already in blonde hair. He swallowed his own moan as he held the other man’s head, an anchor point in this ridiculous scene. He wanted him to do it again, wanted to cant his hips forward and press himself against Sanji’s mouth, into that mouth, but he didn’t. Not that he really needed to, the cook was that close that when he twitched at the thought, his shaft brushed past Sanji’s nose for a moment before returning to standing near ramrod-straight towards the ceiling. He couldn’t do this, the realisation hit him almost at the same time as his mouth opened, one word tumbling out without his say so in a voice that was so hoarse he barely recognised it as his own.

“Please-“ It was a breathless rasp. He nearly choked after saying it, didn’t want to see the smugness on Sanji’s face as he felt heat flood his cheeks, but he couldn’t look away. Not when the blonde was still knelt there like that. But Sanji didn’t laugh, didn’t smile smugly up at him. The cook blinked, and Zoro watched Sanji’s eye dilate in real time as his mouth dropped open. It hung open in awe or surprise, Zoro didn’t know- but Sanji was standing up in front of him, those dexterous and soft hands holding either side of his face before his breath was stolen by a bruising kiss.

You are so stupid- so stupid 

His jacket was quickly pushed off his shoulders next, he felt it fall to the floor, and as if that had been the thing keep him tethered to the spot, his hands shot up. To cup Sanji’s face- to get lost in his hair, grip broad suit jacket clad shoulders as the cook sucked on his tongue. He moaned at the sensation before he was pushed back, falling back onto the bed a little winded, his eyes shot open, leaning up on his elbows he almost cursed the blonde out where he stood. But the way Sanji was looking at him stopped him dead in his tracks. Zoro was suddenly very conscious of the fact he was completely naked, the only one undressed. 

But he didn’t shy away from it, not when Sanji was looking at him like he was hungry, like he was absolutely ravenous, and Zoro was a four course meal. The initial spell that had him frozen in place was broken, but it didn’t mean the tension had gone, it just made it so he could react. He could torment the cook in his own way, just like what Sanji had done to him just now, he could tease, hell… he could play into this too. And he sort of wanted to, especially seeing that look on the cooks face. Hot, bothered, and absolutely starving. Zoro shuffled himself up his bed a little further, pulling up one of his knees slightly before he let that leg fall open. He couldn’t help the smirk that pulled at his mouth when Sanji’s eyes followed the movement of his legs before dragging up the length of his body.

Your move, Sanji.

“Stay there.” Sanji’s voice was gruff when he spoke and Zoro cocked one brow up when he watched the blonde shrug his jacket off and throw it to the sofa. Then came the belt, then the shirt. Zoro watched Sanji untuck his shirt and pop each button as he flung them onto the coach recklessly- his precious suit jacket lay crumpled and unfolded along with his shirt. The connection they shared was burning hot, like a poker glowing white hot in a forge. It had been since they’d got through the door but now there was sparks flaring. The cooks shoes were kicked off next as he popped the button on his trousers and Zoro was enjoying watching, he wouldn’t lie. But he’d been promised he could undress the man last time they’d been in here alone.

“You said I could undress you last time, Cook.” Zoro said as a faint frown tugged at his brow and Sanji shot him a look that was so hot he found himself shutting up immediately. Because that bond flared hotter, and Zoro realised, a lot of it was Sanji. The man was throwing his clothes off as if they pained him, and with no care for creasing the garments either. 

“Not this time, Marimo.” There wasn’t any room for negotiations in that tone.

“You’ve really got it in for me, don’t you?” Zoro asked, his voice low and a little quiet as the smirk he’d been wearing faded. All he could do was watch as suit trousers and boxers slid down long legs, till they joined the pile of clothes on and near the sofa. 

“Oh, you have no idea.” Sanji’s voice almost sounded dangerous. Zoro swallowed. Saliva pooling in his mouth as he took in Sanji now completely naked, planes of pale skin stretched across lean muscle. 

He’d always thought Sanji had been built like a swimmer, athletic and trim but with the addition of thick strong thighs and shapely calves, always wrapped up like a present in those suit trousers, with a perfect arse too. Every inch of the man was in perfect proportion, Zoro wanted to sink his teeth into Sanji’s pecs- his thighs and arse too. He’d wanted to do the latter for years. But that would have to wait, because his current focus was on the cooks swollen length standing to attention between his legs surrounded by neatly trimmed dark blonde hair.

“What did I do?” Zoro heard himself asking a little dumbly as he watched Sanji crawl onto the bed between his legs, he could feel his own breath catching when soft fingers wrapped around him as Sanji’s mouth met his. It felt as though Sanji was everywhere, especially when that hand left him and the cook settled his weight on him. Zoro wrapped his hands around Sanji’s back, scraped his nails against bare skin, it was intoxicating. He felt as though he couldn’t get enough air into his lungs. Then Sanji rolled his hips and pressed them flush together and Zoro moaned with him at the sensation, both of them hot and clammy, bare skin pressed together at every possible point. It was perfect. Last night was fun. But this, this was better. 

“You should have told me sooner.” Sanji breathed against his neck, mouth pressed there as a hot tongue lapped against him. Zoro arched up into the cook at that.

“Fuck-“ Zoro couldn’t even focus enough to formulate an answer.

“Now I have to make up for lost time.”

“You- you what?” Zoro stuttered, this was a lot. It was bliss, the weight on top of him, the smell of the cook around him. The feeling of hips rolling against his own, arousals grinding together- beside one another.

“Just behave, keep making those breathy little sounds- you’re good at that.” Sanji hummed into him and Zoro felt his hips rock up against Sanji at the compliment, he didn’t care if it was sarcastic or genuine. It made him throb, he needed the friction, he needed to feel the cook against him. Needed more.

More, more, more

“I’m behaving-“ Zoro groaned as he grabbed Sanji’s ass with both hands and pulled the man against him harder, making them both let out a stuttered hiss. Zoro found his head falling back onto the mattress as he arched into the body above him again. “S’not enough, Cook.” He grunted, rolling his hips up again. “Need you to-“

“Fucking hell, Marimo.” Sanji groaned as he stroked his hand through far to soft green hair, using his free hand to grab at tanned hips as he sucked a bruise into the swordsman’s neck, a large one too that seemed to have the man squirming even more under him.

“C’mon love-cook, if you’re pissed at me like you say you are- get on with it.” Zoro managed to bite out in frustration as he scowled at the blonde when the man finally pulled back from assaulting his neck. Something seemed to flash in Sanji’s eyes at that and before he could say another word both of his arms had been yanked off the blonde and they were pinned above his head by his wrists.

Sanji just laid on him for a second, bodies flush as he frowned down at Zoro’s now more than surprised expression. He didn’t let go of the man’s wrists. “You’re going to be left disappointed if you keep being a fucking brat.” He said, teeth bared. Zoro paused before his scowl deepened, flush on his cheeks still there but very obviously frustrated as he tried to pull his hands free. Sanji squeezed his wrists harder. “Behave, if you want something, just ask.”

“I want you to fuck me.” The words were bit out, and Sanji couldn’t help but snort at the scowl still on Zoro’s face as a smile pulled at his lips, he rolled his hips against Zoro a few times with a satisfied hum, watched as that frown faltered and the man’s lids fluttered ever so slightly.

“That wasn’t that hard was it?” Sanji said through a snigger. “Lighten up will you, that is where I was going with this- you think I’d just leave you all worked up?” He tilted his head at Zoro whose expression shifted from frowning to contemplative. Sanji sent a wave of affection the man’s way as he let go of tanned wrists, his hand returning to green strands as he stroked them fondly before his other cupped Zoro’s face. Hazel eyes seemed to search his for a second before he went to open his mouth to speak. “Ah ah ah, no. Here.” Sanji warned with a mirthful head shake as that hand cupping a tanned cheek moved, he pressed two of his fingers into Zoro’s mouth instead and heard Zoro's stuttering sigh escape as his eyes went wide. “Suck, show me you're not a brat.” Sanji crooned.

Zoro felt himself twitching as those fingers entered his mouth, groaned around them as Sanji gave him those instructions. He’d been told what to do before, but something about the way Sanji did it made him delirious. Maybe it was that the cook was being sarcastic, cocky because of how he’d snapped at him. Maybe it was because he sort of deserved it for being an impatient bastard. Maybe it was because he wanted to make the cook feel good… for Sanji to tell him he was doing a good job. To tell him he wasn’t a brat. 

So he sucked.

Sanji moaned as he did, watched as Zoro hollowed his cheeks and swirled his tongue around his fingers. “Yea- that’s good.” Sanji rasped as he ground against Zoro where they lay, feeling Zoro groan around his fingers as the Marimos eyes dilated some more. “So good, Zoro.” He groaned out as he felt Zoro’s hand back on him, wrapped around the back of his neck affectionately as the other remained draped above his head. It was beautiful.

He’s so beautiful.

Zoro’s cheeks burned as Sanji pulled his fingers out of his mouth. “Don’t talk like that cook- I ain’t no woman.” Zoro breathed out, lips slick with his own spit and swollen as Sanji dived his head down, capturing them in a searing kiss as he pushed Zoro’s legs a little wider where he lay. Zoro let his eyes fall closed as the cooks tongue glided against his own, let his hands both tangle in blonde loches as he bit at the man’s bottom lip. Sucked in a breath when he felt slick fingers slide between his legs. His brain short circuited again, and he was speaking against Sanji's lips, into the man’s mouth. “Please-“ Zoro grunted into Sanji’s mouth, a single finger slipped inside of him with ease. “Yes-“ He pushed into the feeling, relishing in the slight sting because of the lack of lube.

“Fuck- easy Zoro.” Sanji rasped as he pulled back and looked down at the way Zoro was pushing into his hand. Zoro couldn’t help but smirk at the near winded look that came over the Cooks face as he heaved in a heavy breath.

“Despite me telling you I enjoy this- you still didn’t fully believe me, did you?” Zoro asked with a wicked grin now on his mouth as Sanji met his gaze. Sanji wet his lip with his tongue as he sat back on his haunches, eyes trailing down Zoros chest and abdomen, past his aching cock and down to where his finger was halfway inside the man. Sanji’s ocean blues snapped back up to his face before he pushed that finger further. Zoro felt his jaw tense as he groaned through his grin his eyes closing for a second as he flexed his hand in the sheets beneath him. Sanji was in to his knuckle when Zoro let out a low filthy chuckle. “You better get the lube, Sanji, because I’m starting to feel bratty again.” Zoro glanced down at Sanji who was still knelt back with his finger buried in him, looking down at him like he was in a lust fuelled daze with a possessiveness in his eyes.

“The fact that other guys have seen you like this, pisses me off.” Sanji’s brows twitched into a light frown and Sanji eased his finger out before leaning over Zoro and reaching for the bedside table drawer where he knew that bottle of lube still was.  Zoro’s hands were on his cheeks when he pulled back, one tanned hand stroking his cheek as the other played with his hair as Zoro looked at him with a light smile, but the look in his eyes was gentle. “Shut up.” Sanji said anyway.

“Are you jealous?” Zoro asked.

“Yes.” Sanji hissed, and Zoro felt his brows raise at the honest admission, he’d expected Sanji to deny it, to tell him to fuck off. But the man’s tone was tense, the hiss was annoyed and a little vulnerable.

Zoro sent a wave of reassurance down that bond. “There’s not been all that many cook, and they were one night stands, they didn’t get this.” Zoro hummed out, pulling Sanji down to meet his mouth as he kissed him softly. Sanji growled into his mouth. 

Jesus, can you do something that I don’t find fucking hot Cook- anything

“Going out for drinks going forward is going to be a nightmare, I can just feel it.” Sanji breathed out as he pulled back gently, his hair falling around Zoro’s face like a curtain as blue eyes looked down at him with equal parts heat and innocent warmth.

Zoro let out a chuckle as Sanji leaned back again, opening the cap of the bottle and pouring some lube on his fingers. But his chuckle turned into a groan when he had a finger pushing into him again, felt his back arch a little as the blonde wiggled it inside him before setting a slow rhythm thrusting it in and out. “Why? You gunna wanna lay me out like this everytime you drink anything?” He huffed out a breath as heat started to cloud his senses. Because this was one of his favourite parts, especially when they knew what they were doing with their hands, and Sanji definitely did. The cook had long slender fingers, talented hands. The second finger pressed into him next, ever so teasingly, Zoro moaned as he let his leg fall open wider.

“That too…” Sanji was watching him like a hawk, panting as his eyes flitted from watching pleasure crease his features and his own fingers disappearing on repeat. “But- I don’t want anyone to touch you-”

“Ah- fuck.” Zoro jolted, not at what the cook was saying, but the way he’d curled his fingers inside him just now. Brushing past that bundle of nerves so deliciously that Zoro felt his eyes try and roll back in his head as his head snapped back and his back arched. 

“Right there?” Sanji asked as he curled his fingers again, breath coming up short as Zoro let out a throaty drawn out moan that went straight to his cock. Any feelings of jealousy were instantly pushed to the back of his mind. Zoro was looking at him through heavy lids as his chest heaved, all of his muscles flexing and tense as he ground down into Sanji’s hand. Sanji could see Zoro’s cock leaking, a pearly string of pre cum dripping onto his stomach where he lay, now covered in a light sheen of sweat.

Zoro you are… something else- 

“Sanji- you gotta stop.” Zoro ground his teeth together, his voice strained as he squeezed his eyes shut. Sanji stopped moving instantly. Had he he done something the man didn’t like? It didn’t feel like it, the pleasure that had been swimming between them freely was still there, but- “I’m a one and done kinda guy- don’t wanna miss the best part.”

Sanji grinned, relief flooding him that it wasn’t anything serious or bad. “Zoro… have you ever tried?” He curled his fingers gently, teasingly grazing past that bundle of nerves in the swordsman as he watched Zoro’s mouth fall open, he was shot a heated look which clearly told him to stop playing around. Zoro’s cheeks flushed a darker shade of crimson as he glanced away for a second, eye meeting Sanji’s again as he let out a breathy sigh.

“No… it feels like it’d be- too sensitive.” The mumbled reply had Sanji quirking a brow up.

“It is… but only for a little bit. We can save that for another time though.” He smirked as he added a third finger, Zoro dropped his head back down onto the bed again with a groan. 

The stretch was good, so good. But he needed more, he should have had a dick in him around five minutes ago. Yea, maybe it would have stung a bit, but he wasn’t against a little pain, and maybe that way he’d actually stand a chance of lasting longer than five minutes when the bastard actually got round to fucking him. “If you don’t put it in me in the next thirty seconds, I’m going to pin you to the fucking bed and do it myself.”

Sanji let out a laugh at that, a genuine one that came with a smile so charming that it had Zoro looking at the cook in awe as the cook pulled his fingers out and left him feeling empty. The bottle was opened again though, and Zoro was more than happy to see the man lathering lube on his cock, to the point he let out a sigh of relief. “You’re really impatient Marimo, has anyone ever told you that?”

“Yea, actually.” Zoro chuckled as Sanji shuffled forward, grabbing one of his ankles and lifting it up till it was on his shoulder as he lined himself up. Zoro couldn’t help the growl of anticipation that left him as he stared at the cooks hand on his own cock. “Scared you wouldn’t last long if I was riding you?” He smirked as he felt a gentle pressure at his entrance, the tip just barely breaching him, but his breath stuttered all the same. Sanji paused as he grinned wickedly. Leaning his body weight forward till Zoro’s knee was nearly pressed against his ear.

“Something like that.” Sanji chuckled before he leaned down just enough to catch Zoro’s bottom lip between his teeth as he pushed in. Sanji sucked on his bottom lip as he eased into him and Zoro couldn’t help but groan at the sensation, the pressure, the stretch- his lip was free from between the man’s teeth a second later as Sanji’s head fell into the crook of his neck and a low moan was practically branded into his skin there.

“Fuck- Sanji-“ Zoro fell over the words as the cook bottomed out inside of him, hadn’t realised that he’d fisted his hand in blonde hair till Sanji was looking up at him through his lashes, lids heavy and eyes glazed as he panted against Zoro’s chin. “Move.”

Sanji looked for a second like he was going to then he stalled, something flickering in his eyes that was cheeky, playful before that sultry croon came out again that had Zoro wanting to crawl into the man’s skin and live there. “Say please.”

“Please- you insufferable, pretty- fucking bas- ah.” Zoro’s whining complaint was cut short as hips pulled back and slammed forward, there was a slight burn but no sharp sting, no pain, just a flood of pleasure that had his jaw clamping shut as his head snapped back. “Yes-“ Sanji did it again- and again- “yessss.” Zoro could hear himself hissing out the praise as the chorus of their panting breaths and groans filled the room.

“Keep talking- so good, you’re so fucking tight.” Sanji breathed out as his hips kept snapping forward and back, forward and back, a constant steady roll that had Zoro in a lull of pleasure, moaning from the praise spilling from Sanji’s lips before Sanji caught his mouth in a filthy open mouthed kiss. Their teeth clashed as he pulled on blonde hair hard, the cook tasted of smoke with a hint of that red wine he’d been drinking at dinner. He’d never get enough of how Sanji tasted, no matter how many times they did this, not ever.

“Sanji, please-“ Zoro had no idea what he was asking for, he couldn’t use his brain, he could only dig his blunted nails into pale shoulders as he held onto the cook tight.

“Shit- you can get whatever you want Roronoa- just so long as- you keep saying please.” Sanji gasped out between thrusts. Zoro’s eye seemed to widen before that brow furrowed while looking right at him, and Zoro’s whole body jolted as he finally found that spot he’d been angling for. The swordsman had his mouth hanging open, breath ragged, eyes trying to roll despite the man under him fighting the urge with every fibre of his being. Because Zoro was still looking at him, mouth hanging open as a borderline pornographic moan left the man’s mouth. “Look at you, so fucking good, taking it so well-“ Sanji sung the praise out in a pleasure hazed hiss from between his teeth. His pace picking up as sweat started to slide down his skin, his brow damp, his hair sticking to his forehead as he rutted into Zoro with abandon.

“Feels good, Cook- feels-“ Zoro tried to let the cook know just how much, but coherent thoughts were becoming increasingly difficult now as Sanji hips pistoned into him with pin point accuracy now. There was lights starting to dance behind his eyelids as Sanji slammed into that bundle of nerves inside him on repeat. 

He looks so pretty- feral- so hot when he’s thrusting with his mouth hanging open like that- fuck it’s good- he’s good

Sanji’s hand was in his hair then, pulling it taunt and back exposing Zoro’s throat for him as he sucked multiple sloppy bruises into the skin of Zoro’s neck between panting breaths. “Just look at you, so fucking perfect-“ Sanji groaned before Zoro saw a feral look come across that oh so pretty face, feral, and absolutely lost to the feeling-to the sensations and the lust that surged between them as he watched his cooks teeth ground together. A throaty growl tore from Sanji's throat at the same time as his next words. “Look at my demon of the east blue- ah- lied on his back-“

“Sanji!” Zoro felt white hot heat tear through him as his eyes shot open, and he couldn’t give any warning- because the cook’s words were the only warning his body gave him before he slammed into his release completely untouched. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and closed, the look of predatory satisfaction on the cooks face burned into the back of his retinas as he felt his release shooting out of him in thick spurts. He vaguely registered the man’s rhythm stuttering, just enough to pull his eye open. Just in time to catch the cook looking down at him almost desperately. He was still coming, even as he watched Sanji tip over the edge.

“Shit-shit-shit-“ Sanji spat the curses out like prayers and Zoro, that bastard, wrapped his free leg around him and pulled him flush where he’d been about to pull out- and that was it. He was fucked. He didn’t get the chance to glare at the Marimo for it, he just got the pleasure of emptying what felt like far to much cum deep inside the other man as he practically fell onto Zoro’s chest from the sheer force of his release. “Oh god Zoro…” Sanji groaned into the bruised skin of his neck as he felt himself twitching, the last euphoric shocks of his orgasm being milked from him by Zoro’s far to tight walls. It was glorious, and heady- and he let himself sag into the swordsman as he breathed the other man in, shakily running his finger through green strands, his hips finally coming to a complete stop. They stayed like that for a minute as they soaked up the sensations and revelled in the mind numbing bliss.

Perfect, just perfect 

I’m not a religious man- but I feel like i might have ascended- fuck- 

Sanji couldn’t help but laugh as Zoro’s rambling post nut thoughts flooded his mind on a wave of bliss.

I feel like my body doesn’t exist 

I feel like all my nerve endings have just been set on fire

Yea- that, exactly that Cook. 

Sanji shifted slightly where he’d collapsed onto Zoro, finally registering the nails still digging into his back. And then the air suddenly feeling cold and stinging some sore sensitive stripes of skin that spanned down his back and shoulders- Zoro grunted in discomfort.

Oh no- body definitely exists 

Yea- same here lover-boy, relax your hands Zoro. Your nails are- thanks.

Sanji breathed a sigh of relief before he finally pulled out. Staggering over to the wardrobe to fish out a small hand towel before he returned to his blissed out swordsman. Zoro looked lovely, laid there catching his breath, rubbing at his eyes covered in a sheen of sweat with his legs splayed open helplessly, his back still partly arched- albeit stiffly now, from when he’d came.

Sanji climbed back onto the bed, humming quietly as he watched Zoro’s eye creak open. He wiped down the stray beads of stickiness from his own stomach before wiping the larger mess off Zoro’s. His free hand tracing a random pattern into the bare skin at Zoro’s hip before squeezing it fondly. He dragged that towel down then, leaning forward and wrapping his hand under Zoro waist he lifted the man’s hips lightly- just enough to put the towel under him as he pressed a kiss between the swordsman’s ribs. He heard a quiet groan at that, a tanned hand squeezing his shoulder- the man was still stiff, his back slightly arched. “Relax Marimo.” Sanji sighed out as he massaged his thumbs into both sides of Zoro’s waist. “You’re going to wake up with a crick in your back if you stay like this.”

“Your fault.” Zoro’s quip came lazily, no bite to it, it didn’t even sound accusatory. Sanji let out a huff of laughter when he looked up to see Zoro’s eyes closed again and a half smile pulling at the swordsman’s mouth. Zoro's brow creased for a split second as he finally seemed to relax under Sanji’s kneading fingers before he let out a sigh of relief. His back now relaxed into the mattress, thankfully. “Your demon of the east blue?” Zoro finally huffed out with a playful smirk as Sanji rolled his eyes and slapped Zoro’s thigh gently.

“Shut up, you liked it.” Sanji snorted as he pulled the duvet out from under them, making sure Zoro’s still had the towel beneath him as he draped it over them both. Crawling up the bed till he was head level with Zoro he turned on his side, propping himself up on his elbow. His hand reaching out as it had done so much lately to card through green hair.

Zoro smiled lazily as he opened that Hazel eye again and looked over at him, Sanji was looking at him with a far too soft look on his face. But Zoro was feeling a little cheeky. “You don’t know that.”

“You came.” Sanji deadpanned with raised brows and Zoro slapped the back of his hand into the cooks chest in defiance, turning his head away from the cook.

“Shut up.”

“How do you feel?”

“Huh?” Zoro turned his attention back to Sanji then at the sincerity in the man’s tone, he had just heard that right hadn’t he? “I’m good Curly, I’m good. I’d ask you the same but considering the amount of stuff coming out of me right now i think you’re good too. Lucky you can’t get me pregnant.” Zoro snorted and Sanji was the one slapping him in the centre of his chest then.

“You held me there you, Brat.” Sanji scolded and Zoro couldn’t stop the slightest frown pulling at his brow as he tried not to pout. Not a good look, not a good look. But something must have been easily readable on his face from the way Sanji pinched his chin between his fingers and laid one on him.

“I’m not a brat.” Zoro huffed into the cooks lips.

“Not for most of that, no…” Sanji smirked as he pulled back. His gaze locking with Zoros as he smiled and held his cheek in his palm. “You were good.” Zoro let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding as his frown dissipated, he let a strained noise escape him. It would still take some getting used to, knowing Sanji felt the wave of relief and satisfaction wash over him from the cooks praise, not feeling as though he had to defend what he liked. He’d hid it from most of his one night stands, because one of them had been particularly nasty about it all. “Does it… extend outside of the bedroom too?” Sanji asked with a tilted head, curiosity dancing in his eyes as he looked down at him. Zoro knew he was talking about his blatant fondness of praise without the other man having to say anything.

“I…” Zoro blinked. He didn’t know the answer to that. “I don’t know.”

“Do you want to find out?” Sanji asked seriously.

Zoro swallowed, feeling heat prickling his cheeks. “Yea- maybe.” He said a little too quickly. “Just don’t go pushing your luck if all it does is turn me on, alright-“ Zoro said with a frown as he prodded a finger into Sanji’s chest, and the blonde started laughing with a grin. Zoro couldn’t help the smile that pulled at his own lips as he tried to suppress a chuckle and failed. “Shut up, dart-brow.”

“Hey, I’m not judging, seriously, I can never keep my mouth shut and have been accused of sweet talking far too many times, so it works in your favour really, Marimo.” Sanji said as he raised both hands up in mock surrender. “Besides…” Sanji cleared his throat as he pressed his face into the crook of Zoro’s neck and grazed his lips against the bruised flesh. “I could think of worse things than having you walking around all wound up.” 

“You say that now, until I corner you in the kitchen to fix the problem you caused.” Zoro flared his nostrils a little before he folded his arms over his chest.

“I wouldn’t leave you like that.”

“Yea right.”

“Zoro.” Sanji said his name seriously as he grabbed his chin again and forced his head to the side to look at him. “I wouldn’t, as long as I’m not in the middle of cooking something that requires my immediate attention.”

Zoro looked at the blonde then, really considered what the man was saying. “You like me that much, huh?”

Sanji gave him a lopsided smirk and rolled his eyes. “What gave it away? The constant fighting or the fact I’ve just been buried up your ass- idiot.” Sanji finished by giving Zoro a light smack around the back of the head. “I’m still pissed you didn’t say anything sooner.”

“Yea well, can’t change it now Cook. Besides, I wouldn’t go back and change anything, we got there in the end.” Zoro hummed as he pulled Sanji down into his chest and wrapped an arm around the cook's back as he made small circles against his skin, until Sanji winced. “What's wrong?”

“It’s nothing- just a bit sore where your hand is.” Sanji said as his expression twinged. “Not just there actually-“ Sanji was cut off as Zoro frowned and leaned up slightly, the Marimos gaze looking down the length off his back before he watched Zoro swallow as a guilty look flitted behind his eyes and the man’s ears started to burn. “Marimo…”

“Sorry Cook, I-“ Zoro coughed awkwardly as he turned his face away. “I didn’t realise I was clawing at you like that…”

Sanji let out a low laugh as he pressed a kiss into Zoro’s throat where he still laid against the bigger man’s chest. “As long as you enjoyed doing it, I don’t really care. Besides… makes us even. You should probably take a look at your neck.” Sanji mumbled with a wry smile that he knew Zoro could feel pressed against his skin. Before he could say anything else he felt a deep sigh leave Zoro from somewhere in his chest as the swordsman slipped out of bed, bringing the small towel with him as he wiped at his behind and trudged to the bathroom in his birthday suit, casting Sanji a suspicious look through a squinted eye. Sanji couldn’t help but chuckle, despite the fact he was definitely appreciative of seeing Zoro’s bare backside as he walked away from him.

The Marimo pulled the door open and stood in front of the sink, Sanji watched the man’s brows rise in the mirror from where he was still laid in bed. Watched as that hazel eye fixed him with a look of disbelief in the mirrors reflection as Zoro threw the towel into the laundry basket from where he stood. “Why are they all on one side?” Was the only question Zoro asked before Sanji gave him a look he hoped made obvious just how stupid of a question that was.

“Because your other leg was up by your ear, dumb ass.” Sanji snorted and Zoro lifted one brow up before he shrugged a faint flush sitting high on his cheeks, then he was a little deeper in the bathroom, out of sight- until Sanji could hear a faint trickle of water. Pissing with the door open, why am I surprised?

“You gunna make it even on both sides?” Zoro’s voice sounded and Sanji couldn’t help but smirk at the question, especially as the toilet flushed, the tap ran for a minute and Zoro walked out of the room with a slight limp before he stood a little straighter under Sanji’s watchful gaze, as he shook his hands dry. “Don’t look so smug.”

“Do you want me to make it even on both sides?” Sanji said smoothly, his voice still rough before he held up his hand to get Zoro to stop near the sofa where all his clothes were thrown.

Zoro smirked back as his eyes roamed the half of Sanji’s torso that was uncovered by the duvet. “Maybe.”

“Pass me my cigs first.” 

Addict.

 The comment sailed into Sanji’s mind on a wave of amusement.

“Coming from the man who can’t get enough of my mouth?” Sanji snorted as he caught his cigs tossed over from the Marimo, Zoro grumbled as he got under the duvet beside him before Sanji had Zoro mouthing at his collar bone and across the expanse of skin all the way up to his shoulder. Arousal simmered gently beneath the surface down that bond all over again.

You are a demon, Marimo.

“Bite me.” Zoro grunted, attitude back in full swing now even as he licked a stripe up the cooks throat. He wouldn’t say he was aiming to be pinned to the bed, but he’d sort of been expecting it, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it.

Well… Im sure people have done better jobs of smut but I won’t lie and say I’m not proud of this a little.

hope yall enjoyed ;) 

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Chapter Text

first half Mav POV hope yall enjoy 

after cut is our boys ❤️

Mav had tried to get to sleep in the men’s bunk room. He really had. As he walked down the corridors of the ship he’d definitely heard heavy breaths coming from Zoro’s room, so that wasn’t on the cards either, not that it had been a proper option anyway. He’d already had the comforting presence of being allowed to sleep in Zoro’s bed last night, after their fight. They were friends, but he couldn’t just purely rely on the man now that they were around each other again. No, I he had to deal with this on his own, like he usually had to, he was used to it- he really didn’t mind all that much. But sometimes… he still craved comfort. He wanted to be held while he was hurting. He was only human after all. 

Hell, I miss Tashigi… even if we only knew each other a few days- she was sweet, she was gentle with me

Nothing had happened between them. Not that he hadn’t tried. Tashigi had definitely encouraged it too. It had been the day after Ace’s death. He’d been slouched at a stool in a bar slowly drowning himself in alcohol when she’d come in. God knows why she’d started talking to him, but she seemed sad too, lonely even, and he’d never felt more alone in his life than he had those first days after losing Ace and his captain. So he indulged her, boosted her ego a little, told her she could have anyone in the bar that she wanted, told her how to draw them in effortlessly with subtle changes to her body language. ‘Fake it till you make it’, he’d said to her. A lesson in self confidence from a heartbroken drunk. He hadn’t been interested, it had been a nice distraction to keep his mind off the crushing weight of his grief. A part of him was so hopeless that he thought the reports would get round soon enough about him being missing from the prison, he’d been practically waiting for the marines to find him. 

Until he saw her again a day later in the same bar, head held high and smiling ever so charmingly that half of the men in there were drawn to her like flies to shit. Not that she was shit- she was lovely, sweet even. It made it all the more surprising when she came over and told him he was coming home with her. He followed her back like a lost puppy, sad and mopey, but far too eager. Eager for a distraction, something to ease the pain, anything at all. If he could find relief from his grief in the body of someone else then that would be something- she could have been anyone. But he couldn’t do it. He’d kissed her with his eyes shut tight, undone the buttons of her shirt almost mechanically- she was beautiful. He could see that, but as soon as she’d tried to touch him back. He’d cracked. He just started sobbing as he held her wrist, stopping it from undoing his belt. Sobbing as he apologised on repeat. He’d been a mess. He’d mentioned in passing he’d been having a few drinks to honour a loved one. But he’d said nothing else on the matter. He’d been nye on hyperventilating as he’d keeled over, keeled in on himself from where he’d been crouched over her on her bed, already under her damned duvet. But she’d just sat up, buttoned up her shirt and pulled him into her arms. She hadn’t said a word, hadn’t judged him, hadn’t told him to get out. She’d just… held him. Stroked his hair and whispered soothing nothings to him till they both fell asleep. 

The next morning had been mortifying. But even then, Tashigi had been far too sweet to him. Despite her own admission that the night had made her realise that sex wasn’t the sort of intimacy she was craving, it was just touch, just closeness, so if he wanted to, she’d said he could stay a while longer. Because it wasn’t as if he was being selfish when she was also touch starved. So they spent a day in her bed like that. Shared quiet conversations, never giving too much detail away, never going too deep into it, not giving names away of anyone they knew or who’d made them feel this way. Just soft murmured conversations, a few more tears and a lot of touch. He’d never been held quite so… deliberately before, than he had by her, and he’d made sure to return the favour.

The day after they went out to grab food and said their goodbyes, he’d told her then that he owed her. Made sure she knew that he’d repay her some day for what she’d done. She’d told him he was being stupid of course, but he hadn’t forgotten. But damn if he couldn’t do with something like that again. He hadn’t cried about Ace in months now, but after tonight. God he felt raw, like his flesh had been pulled from his bones and left him exposed. That’s why he was laid on that sofa in the kitchen, shivering under his duvet with bags under his eyes as he stared at the cushioned backrest. He missed the man, and though it had been years- the ball of grief shrinking and becoming more manageable. Moments like this, moments that had that horrific roiling ball of grief slamming into him at the exact spot that it hadn’t hit in so long- it still hit just as hard. It felt just as bad as it had done when the wound was raw and fresh. Had him craving Ace’s arms around him, that grin pressed into his cheek as it so often had been back when they were on their first ship- his captain. Even after that, when they’d joined Whitebeard, he wanted nothing more than to trace the man’s freckles with his fingers, something that he’d never be able to do again… crying again, fuck- pull yourself together. He’s gone- he’d be calling you a baby if he could see you now- after all this time.

Mav pulled the pillow he’d stolen from the spare bunk they were letting him sleep in a little closer to his chest, shoving his face into the thing to dampen the wet sniffles. It was embarrassing, after all this time, to still feel so utterly floored and shit when those memories were brought back to the surface. It wasn’t great, but the pillow would have to suffice, he’d pulled the duvet up around his ears too to surround himself as much as he could, though he was aware it probably made him look like an idiot. A huge lump under a bedsheet curled up with a mane of hair sticking out. Eyes squeezed shut. He was just glad everyone else was asleep.

There was a tiny pitter patter across his legs then, one of the cats had found him. He could hear the purring getting louder as they climbed up his side, onto his shoulder before he felt fur nuzzling into his head. He freed one of his hands from within the duvet, sticking it up into the air as the cat rammed its head into his palm, a little bit of comfort washed over him at the gesture and he relaxed his power just enough to let his feline ears pop up from under his hair. The cats loved it when he did that. It made them feel closer to him. Though the fact he could communicate with them probably helped too.

 I’m here, I’m here Boss.

Jasper purred into his hand as well as his mind. Their thoughts and voices in his mind were all different, and though he could speak to them in his cat form, his human mouth could make the smaller sounds quite as well, so using the mental connection his devil fruit gave him helped massively. Something that only worked with other cats. They always managed to make him feel better though, it was probably telling that he had so many now, knew made it glaringly obvious how lonely he’d become over the past few years. Sooty and Sunny had been his first two, Jasper was his third. The cats affection brushed up against his consciousness with a softness that matched the his fur as he brushed past Mavs hand on repeat.

I brought help, you need more Boss, you need a person, they’re anxious too- I can feel it, for you I think, they said your name a lot

Jasper, what-

Mav turned from his bundle of duvets and looked up, he couldn’t see anyone, something soft caught his ears then, fabric against wood- an ever so slight shuffling. How did I not hear anyone come in? How long have they been here? He turned a little further, ears twitching atop his head towards that sound before he was greeted by the sweetest awkward smile from one of his favourite faces on this ship.

He nearly fell off the couch. “Nami-“ he tried to spin around within the duvet but only proceeded in tangling himself up so badly he couldn’t even see the woman and had his free arm stuck out while the duvet trapped his other arm and covered his face.

“He seemed like he wanted me to follow him-“ Nami started before she let out a quiet laugh. “Mav- hold still.” She huffed out, and he couldn’t see if she was smiling at him or rolling her eyes but the lightness in her tone made him pause as he felt hands on the duvet tugging gently till he was granted vision from one eye. Nami paused in her attempt to free him for a second as their gazes met, and there was something gentle about her in that moment, gentler than the mischievous and full of hell red head he’d seen so far as she looked at him with an unguarded softness. It made his chest ache, that was what he was craving, that softness. But he wasn’t going to ask for it, not from Nami, the poor woman barely knew him.

“Hi.” 

She smiled at him then, and he cursed internally at how breathless he’d sounded when he’d spoke, realised his eyes were probably bloodshot and red from all of the tears. “Hi.” She replied before pulling down the duvet a little more till he could finally free both arms properly and breath.

She was in the oversized t- shirt again, and baggy sleep shorts, looking far too cute for someone who he knew could, and would, bite his head off. She looks tired too… “Sorry about Jasper- he’s erm dragged you out of bed for nothing, I’m good he was just worried-“ 

“You don’t look good.” Her voice was quiet as she cut him off and Mav felt his throat constrict at the statement. He wasn’t, he really wasn’t okay. But he didn’t need sympathy, he could deal with this alone, he’d done it before- “Can I sit with you?” 

He blinked at that, because that was the one thing he expected the least, for her to want to stay. It was like she knew he couldn’t refuse, how could he? It was her ship, her home. He was just a guest. “Yea of course-“

“Don’t sit up, you’ll probably end up tangled again.” She huffed out a quiet little laugh at him as he still tried to sit up, because he did struggle- despite his muscles- he’d wrapped himself up rather tight. Plus, how could he not try? It wasn’t his ship, or his sofa, and she wanted to sit down? “I told you-“ she started, as she sat at the end of the sofa where his head had been, before he lost the fight to the duvet again and ended up falling back. “-Not to bother.” She finished with exasperation.

They were both quiet for a moment as Mav stared up at her, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she looked at him, before it finally dawned on him. His head was in her lap... He was definitely more embarrassed than she was by this fact though, because he could feel his own cheeks burning while hers remained that barely there tint of pink. “This is embarrassing.” He groaned to himself mostly as he pinched the bridge of his nose in quiet frustration. But Nami didn’t even acknowledge it, which was- he found himself sort of thankful for, especially when he watched her head tilt curiously before there was a feather light touch against his spare fur covered ears, his breath caught in surprise as they twitched.

“Sorry, they just look really soft…” She trailed off and Mav could see her hand hovering hesitantly before he watched her gaze flicker down to his again. “Can I?” Her voice was gentle and curious, eyes genuine as they waited for him to reply. He’d not let anyone touch them before. Not when he was only partly transformed like this, it wasn’t something he used to do, opting for either one form or the other in its entirety. It was only in the last year or so that he’d occasionally indulged in it, and only in private, in the company of his cats. It’s not like he had any friends, or people that knew who he was, so…

“Yea- sure.” He stuttered out, why did I just agree to this? What am I thinking? Hello brain are you fucking in there??? He was holding his breath in anticipation without realising as those fingers returned, skating over the back of his ears carefully, ever so gently, and he found he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t suck in anymore air as his body prickled under the touch, goosebumps rising across the entirety of his skin as he saw those lovely brown eyes following the movement of her own hands. There was a flash of mischievous intrigue after a moment and she looked down to his eyes again, before there was a light scratching of nails at the base of his ear, near his scalp.

He heard himself groan at the sensation, one of his eyes closing as the animal side overid his brain. This is one hell of a distraction, a different sort of pleasure that only his cats could truly appreciate radiated through him from the base of that ear all the way down his spine. It was comforting, it felt so good- was so warm, and he was- oh fuck how long have I been purring for? When did both my eyes close?

You can thank me later Boss

Jasper- this is- embarrassing 

But you’re both enjoying it right? you feel better and she’s less anxious- her ear scratches cannot be rivalled, the others on board do not have the same skill

“You can purr too? So what happens if I do this-“ Namis voice was playful and sleepy as she grabbed both his ears between her slender fingers and massaged them. He felt endorphins flood his system immediately as his brain completely shut off, for a second there wasn’t any embarrassment or shame, and he was pushing his head into those hands, purring from deep in the hollow of his throat and only getting louder, eyes still closed in bliss. That was until Nami spoke again. “Who’s a good Kitty?” Her voice was breathy and laced with amusement, despite it being an obviously innocent remark. But Mav snapped his eyes open as an unchecked bolt of heat shot south. I am- no No NO

He fell off the sofa in his haste to sit up, because that was not what he needed, it wasn’t appropriate, his entire face was burning. His stupid body reacting to something so innocent, something playful and hardly even flirty, like that. God you’re gross! Why would you- “Sorry-“ He started as he looked up at her now shocked expression. He was just thankful she couldn’t feel what he had, he could pass it off as simple embarrassment- he was embarrassed! But she didn’t know exactly why and was he hell going to admit to the real reason. “The ear rubs were amazing, I just wasn’t expecting-“

“No no- I’m sorry I- have no idea where that came from.” Nami said as she held her hands over her mouth a blush bloomed high on her cheeks as they locked eyes from where he’d fallen on the floor in a mass of bedding. Mav bit his lip as he felt his shoulders start to shake, trying to bite back his smile before they were both laughing at the absurdity of it all. “I can’t be the only one that’s said something like that?” She said through stuttered laughter, and he found himself grinning as he got up off the ground.

“I can confirm that you are the first. Ace used to call me his stray, but it doesn’t quite hit the same.” He joked as he sat down beside her on the sofa, pulling the duvet into his lap as he crossed his legs. This was nice actually, despite his body’s reaction just now, the company was nice. It was comfortable. The touch had been comforting too, even if that wasn’t Nami’s intention, even if it was only for a minute. It was more than he deserved from the woman, from anyone on the ship actually. 

Nami let out a snort at that before she bit her lip to stop her laughter bubbling out. “A stray with a colony at his back, a little cat army. Are you his first in command Jasper?” Nami asked the cat jokingly as she scratched behind Jaspers ears, and Mav couldn’t help but smirk as he let out a chuckle at his cat's ferocious purrs as his furry friend climbed into her lap. “I think he’s one of my favourites.”

“I think you’re one of his too, he said your ear scratches can’t be rivalled. That’s high praise.” 

Nami quirked her brows up at that as she sunk into the sofa a little more. “You can understand them?”

“Yea, came with the rest of the devil fruit powers. I can talk to them too but not in this body- it’s easier to just erm- use my mind.” He shrugged as he brought his hand up to scratch under Jaspers chin fondly, the cat stood half way between them, back paws on Namis thigh and his front paws on Mavs knee on the duvet so he could get attention off both of them simultaneously.

“And what did you think of my ear scratches? Up to standard?” Nami asked with a smirk as he gave her lopsided smile and chuckled. The woman was intriguing, he couldn’t lie. She had a take no shit attitude, was flirty and kind. She definitely had a softer side. If Ace could see him from wherever he was now, Mav knew he’d be laughing his ass off at him watching their back and forth. Teasing him about having a crush on the woman and not having the balls to do anything but flirt back and forth with her. It wasn’t that he wasn’t ready to try again with someone else, not that he wasn’t over losing Ace- not that he thought anyone could really be over losing someone the way he lost the other man. But it was more the fact it had been days, and even if they clicked so easily, he didn’t know how long he’d be staying. 

But she was definitely succeeding in making him feel better, pulling him back from his isolated grief, even if she didn’t realise it. “I don’t have any previous points of reference so I can’t say, nobody’s touched me like that before-“ Nami burst out laughing at that and Mav started grinning as he started laughing alongside her, throwing his head back against the wall as she keeled forward holding her stomach. “I didn’t mean it like that you filthy woman- aha- for fuck sake. I meant while only in partial transformation-“

“I know what you mean now-“ Nami wheezed. He gave her a playful slap against her arm as they continued laughing.

“I’m no longer innocent, I was a virgin in that department and you’ve sullied me.” Mav snorted, he was promptly whacked in the centre of his chest before Nami was slapping his leg on repeat as her shoulders shook and her laughter turned into choked wheezing breaths. Mav started laughing all over again at the sight of the women creased in on herself, laughing so hard she could hardly breath. “Nami- you, you have to stop- how am I supposed to get more ear rubs out of you if you keel over dead from lack of oxygen?”

“You could pay me?” Nami said through a more controlled giggle now as she tried to pull herself together. Her cheeks were rosy pink and there was that playful glint in her eye that he was already starting to look forward to seeing.

Mav cast her a cheeky grin at that as he chuckled. “Is it not complimentary as part of my stay?”

“You’re definitely feeling better if you’re being this cheeky.” Nami smiled at him, a sort of soft lightness in her eyes as he let out a thoughtful hum.

“I am actually, thanks. You didn’t have to stay, you know, I would have been fine.” He gave her a half smile.

“Don’t mention it, and for the record.” Nami said as she pressed her finger into the centre of his chest, leaning forward while fixing him with a knowing look. “I knew you weren’t fine.”

Mav let out a mirthful huff at the same time Namis scent reached his nose. She smelt sweet and flowery, like jasmine and… there was something a little citrusy about her scent- Tangerines… His gaze flickered to her lips for less than a second. “Nah- Jasper knew, you just followed his lead.”

Nami leaned in a little more, shifting herself a little closer as she pressed that finger into his chest a bit harder, their thighs now touching where they sat beside one another. “I still knew, I was with Robin when you walked out of the bunk room with all your stuff-“ she gestured to his duvet. “She saw you. We were worried.” 

Mav raised his brows at that. Bloody hell, Robin must have saw me looking like shit and so bloody miserable as I walked down the hall. They were worried? Rather sweet considering I haven’t been here long. “Sorry, and thanks… for coming to check on me. It’s kind of you, but you don’t need to worry. It’s hardly the first time I’ve been kept awake by grief and I doubt it’ll be the last.” He admitted, he gave Nami a reassuring smile, but he knew it didn’t quite meet his eyes.

“Is there nothing that helps?” Nami asked him seriously, her eyes sad now as she flattened her palm against his chest right over his heart, the material of his borrowed vest ruffling slightly as she did. He hoped she couldn’t feel the way his heart fluttered under her palm at the care she was showing him.

“Some things… crying mostly.” Mav admitted with a snort and a lopsided smile, he wasn’t ashamed to admit to it. “Being held, good company- laughing.” He shrugged as he felt a genuine smile pull at the corners of his mouth as he tipped Namis head up by her chin, from where her head had dropped a little mournfully. “You helped though, I feel better.” He whispered, and he was delighted when that spark returned to her eyes as she gave him a dazzling smile. Good god, she really is something special.

“Good.” She breathed back, and Mav sucked in a breath when he felt her breath ghost past his lips. Then she looked down at his mouth. Make this easy for me Nami please, don’t- not now- not yet. They stayed like that for a few seconds, and despite the fact he knew he couldn’t give in and kiss her like she wanted him to. He couldn’t bring himself to let go of her chin, found himself staring at her mouth in turn as he let out an uneven breath of his own. It would be so easy to just give in… to just dip his head down, there was only an inch of space between their lips. An inch away from finding out how her lips feel- what she tastes like.

“You should probably go to bed.” He said instead, dropping his hand from her chin as he smiled at her, and he saw the flicker of disappointment, despite how quickly it was replaced with a warm smile. “If Sanji found us like this, I’d be getting kicked in the teeth.” He added with a chuckle and Nami let out a small laugh as well before she stood up with a sigh. She stretched lazily as she stood and Mav couldn’t help taking in the never ending expanse of her legs, long and lithe and effortlessly graceful even as she stood there barefoot in the baggiest of clothes.

“You’re probably right.” She yawned, pulling him out of his daze as he looked up to meet her eyes. She knew he’d been staring, he could tell by the way she was looking at him, laughter quietly dancing in her eyes. Mav wet his lips, realising what was happening. They were in a game of cat and mouse, had been since the start, and she was playing the mouse. She wanted to be chased, wanted to be chased and caught, but she wasn’t against dragging it out either. 

“Goodnight, Nami.” He said with a smile that he knew bordered on mischievous when she let out a little laugh.

“Goodnight, Joy.” She hummed, and he knew for a fact she could feel him staring after her as she walked away, knew she could feel his eyes on her back, raking over her ass and legs. But he didn’t care. If you want to play cat and mouse, I’m more than happy to play along, just as long as you know I can’t ever properly catch you…

Jasper left with her, turning briefly in the doorway to give him a look that Mav knew was smug as all hell.

You know Boss… her bed is lovely and warm 

Fuck off Jasper

Zoro woke up with Sanji the next morning, begrudgingly, until the cook had reminded him that he’d promised he’d help him do the dishes in the morning if he left them through the night and stayed in bed. He trailed the cook all the way through the ship, waited outside the men's quarters while the cook freshened up. He was leaned against the wall when Sanji came back out, that maroon suit on with a black shirt and tie but a slight frown on his face. 

“What?”

“Maverick isn’t in his bunk.”

“So?” Zoro grunted, surely it’s too early to be this suspicious, Cook.

“So where the hell is he?” Sanji didn’t snap back, but his tone wasn’t exactly soft either. Zoro rolled his eyes, he didn’t expect the cook to be this paranoid, what’s the betting he thinks gingerbread is in Namis bed. “He breaks down in front of us all- with Luffy, and he’s just gone? Are you not worried, Marimo?” Sanji asked him, his brows furrowed still as they started walking towards the kitchen. Damn, the cook is actually concerned rather than suspicious.

“He’ll be around somewhere, he’s a pretty heavy sleeper he’s probably just wandered someplace, Cook. Maybe he wanted privacy.” He wasn’t worried about Mav, he’d be around somewhere, though maybe he should have went to check on him last night… at least after he and Sanji had finally- yea, he definitely should have went to check on him. It had gotten heavy at dinner yesterday, Mav and Ace had been together- Mav had lost Ace, just like Luffy had. And I was more focused on getting railed into the mattress, rather than checking in with a friend… ugh, now i feel bad.

“You’re probably right, can’t imagine wanting to be around people after memories like that being dragged up.” Sanji sighed as he pushed through the galley doors, Zoro was hot on his heels as they both headed towards the kitchen and in turn, the sink. The room was quiet this early on the morning, they’d slept in according to the cook, it was 6AM. But Sanji had insisted that Nami and Robin often rose first, sometimes chopper too, and he may prepare breakfast in bulk most of the time, but he wouldn’t leave anyone who was up early hungry. Zoro couldn’t help the eye roll he’d given the blonde, even if he did let a tiny smile tug at the corner of his mouth.

They settled into a comfortable quiet as Sanji boiled the kettle and ran the hot water for the dishes. Filling the sink and pouring Zoro a black coffee with added cold water from the tap. He took a sip before he started drying the dishes that were being placed in the dishrack. Noticing the Cook was watching him, he quirked his head the other man’s way with a raised brow, Sanji was smirking at him while looking at his neck. “Stop looking so smug, Love-cook. The only reason they’re on show is because we’re on the ship, you’re gunna have to get me makeup to cover it for when we’re on land if you want to keep this up.” 

“Please, as soon as the crew notices them and points them out, you're going to be blushing. I’m just imagining the sounds you made while I gave you them.” Sanji’s tone was playful, and Zoro couldn’t help but flush at that comment especially as a less than savoury chuckle left the cook’s mouth.

“Cook!” He hissed quietly. “You better shut your mouth.” What the hell have i gotten myself into with this bastard? He’s a menace.

“Changed your tune from last night then.” There was that chuckle again and Zoro felt a growl emanating from somewhere deep within his chest as he shot Sanji a glare.

“Sanji.” He warned lowly.

“You’re so uptight Marimo, relax. Nobody’s here but us.” Sanji waved to the empty kitchen behind them, both of them looking back only to see Nami stood near the door by the arm of the sofa. She was smiling lazily as she stood there, still in her sleep clothes. “Morning Nami-san, can I make you a coffee?” Sanji didn’t miss a beat, even if Zoro knew the man could still feel him glaring a hole into the side of his head. Nobody here but us- my ass!

“That would be lovely Sanji, thank you. Don’t let me interrupt, it sounds like you had fun last night. Morning Zoro.” She said, but it lacked the smugness that Zoro was expecting as he cast her a suspicious look.

“Morning.” He grumbled, watching Jasper circle the woman’s legs before she stood in front of the sofa on one side, shoving her hands into the mound of blankets lumped on there and muttering about ‘making room.’ The cats have it good if Mavs gave them a duvet and on the sofa to nap under. He turned back to the dishes and dried the last one before putting it away, taking a break to sip his own coffee as Sanji made Namis. He turned back to Nami then, who was partially under that mound of duvet herself now, smirking down at her lap as her hand moved repetitively. Jasper was pressing his head to the woman’s face as he purred and there was another deeper purring sound coming from within the blankets. “Which cat are you bothering?”

“I wouldn’t call it bothering- the biggest one, ginger and greyish.” She said as casually as anything and Zoro lifted a brow up. Ginger and grey? I don’t think any of them are that colour. 

“That man’s cats love attention just as much as Maverick does, I doubt she’s bothering it, Marimo. Can you not hear the purring?” Sanji waved over as he continued to prepare their navigators coffee. Zoro couldn’t take his eyes off the mound of duvet however as his brain struggled in his early morning grogginess. He felt like he was missing something, he just couldn’t figure out what it was. It was so obvious too, he knew he was going to kick himself when he realised.

The purring was loud though, rather deep too. Zoro felt something snag on his consciousness then as he tilted his head at Nami, a smug smirk finally finding it’s way onto his mouth when the pieces of the puzzle finally snapped into place. “I think I know the one you mean, he’s alright, not my favourite though.” Zoro gave Nami a pointed look which she met without hesitation, he could see the challenge reflected in her eyes and he knew there was no way he was gunna deter the woman from Mav at this point. She’s a grown ass woman, she can do what she wants, can’t say I didn’t try. 

“He is a very pretty boy.” She hummed quietly with a smirk and Zoro clicked his tongue as he chuckled. If Mav was awake that comment would send him absolutely batty-

There was a sleepy groan then from within the mountain of fabric and Zoro watched, seeing Sanji turn around too, as a pale muscled arm pushed itself free of the blankets. It stretched out lazily before the hand attached wrapped around Namis forearm gently. “She thinks I’m pretty.” The mumbled voice of the smithy drifted into the room, Zoro couldn’t help but roll his eyes, he knew that voice, idiot is still asleep. He had to be from the way Nami was trying to suppress her laughter.

“He’s still asleep, partly at least.” He snorted as Sanji threw him a look clearly about to say something before there was a distinct pause in the constant purring that had apparently been coming from the man beneath the blankets. 

“Back again already? Can’t keep your hands off me can you?” Mavs voice was filled with mirth as the man chuckled and Zoro felt his brow quirking up, especially as Nami let out a short snort before slapping her hand down into the middle of the duvet. Mav let out a pained groan at that. “I’m only messing with you- c’mon. Don’t ruin my morning sweetheart, you can keep doing that thing you did last night-“

“Excuse me?” Sanji cut in, and Zoro could tell from Namis face that whatever shit Mav was talking wasn’t anything inappropriate, especially as she bit her lip to try and stop the laughter bubbling out, failing miserably as she threw her head back and covered her mouth with her hand. But that wasn’t to say that it hadn’t sounded wildly inappropriate. Zoro watched the duvet be ripped down then, Mavs mortified face coming into view from where his head was resting in Namis lap. In Namis lap- fucking hell Mav you’re getting comfortable aren’t you?

“Nothing like that- get your head out of the gutter.” Mav pointed at Sanji accusingly despite the faint flush of embarrassment on his face. Zoro couldn’t help but laugh, it was so typical for Mav to get himself into trouble like this, he’d never been good at keeping his mouth shut.

So he flashed his friend a wicked grin from where he stood beside Sanji in the kitchen, deciding to stir the pot a bit. “You’re the one with your head in Namis lap, Mav.” Mav shot him a murderous glare but didn’t make any move to sit up.

“Sanji, really, nothing like that happened, I appreciate the concern but you don’t need to protect me from this giant house cat.” Nami emphasised her point by scratching behind one of those feline ears Mav was sporting this morning, jutting out beneath a mess of ginger hair. Her point made glaringly obvious when Zoro could actually see Mavs brain shut down as one of his eyes fluttered shut, higher thoughts momentarily shut off as that rumbling purr started again, until she stopped. Mav blinked, eyes going from Sanji and back over to him before Zoro saw a flush creeping up his friend’s neck.

“Piss off, the pair of you. Especially you- stood there covered in hickies.” Mav pointed at him and Zoro rolled his eyes, least I got laid last night idiot.

“Oh wow-“ Nami said softly as her gaze flickered back to him, Zoro stuck his tongue out at her pointedly before Sanji was bringing her coffee over and placing it on the table. “Why are they mostly down one side?” She then asked with a tilt of her head. Zoro paused as he glanced at Sanji, Sanji just gave him the tiniest hint of a smile as his eyes dropped to his neck, back now turned to the pair on the sofa as he strolled back towards the sink.

You fell asleep I wasn’t going to wake you up to even them out

By the time Zoro looked back at Nami, Mav was sat up on the sofa, right beside her with his mouth against her ear, whispering something which had the woman’s brows reaching her hairline- strangely without the presence of a blush as her mouth hung open for a second before she slammed it shut. “Okay that makes sense- but what I am more curious about is what on earth made you both realise, after years- that you at least wanted each other- you had to have had some idea.” Nami said with exasperation as she threw her hands up in front of her and gave them both a look of disbelief. “It’s been eating away at me- something had to give.”

Zoro paused at that, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. He’d felt something for a good while, but he’d never really been able to pin point what it was, especially because the Cook pissed him off to no end at the same damn time. 

Sanji was the one that spoke up first though, subtly coming to stand beside him as he made himself a coffee of his own. “It’s complicated- but the positivity beam definitely made some things obvious.” Sanji snorted and Zoro looked over with suspicion as the cook looked at him with a smirk. 

Your mind wanders way more than you let on, Moss-ball.

“I started to realise something when I caught a stray thought over dinner that first night- what was it that you were thinking Marimo? When I unbuttoned my shirt? Three buttons? Dinner and a show?” Sanji smirked wickedly at him, but he didn’t give the idiot the reaction he wanted, not even as Mav started chuckling from where he sat. 

Not bad, but I can do better than that cook.

“Please, you were the one that was thinking about tasting my earrings.” Zoro gave his cook a wicked grin as Sanji’s smirk turned into a dubious frown. “You never did tell me how they tasted, dart-brow?” Now Nami was blushing, but she was also laughing alongside Mav as they sat on the sofa across the room.

“I was hoping to not have to kick your ass this early in the morning, but since you’re making me sound like a pervert-“ Sanji sighed out and Zoro dodged the kick sent his way with practiced ease. A grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as the adrenaline started to flood his system that spark of excitement buzzing between them again even though Sanji’s frown was still on his face with that angry flare to his nostrils, something which Zoro knew as one of the other man’s tells that he was frustrated.

“You’re allowed to be a little bit perverted- you’re seeing each other- it’s not all just holding hands and cuddling.” Mav snorted out as he stretched his arms over the back of the sofa, Nami was still laughing as she leaned back with her hands over her face.

Zoro knew that, of course he did, but so did Sanji. He wasn’t exactly sure why the cook seemed fine talking about these things in front of some people but not others, but it all made sense when Sanji missed another kick and turned on the ginger. 

“That’s beside the point, there’s a lady present-“

“She literally asked-“ Zoro said, gesturing toward Nami with his hands as Sanji glared at him.

“I’m not that sensitive Sanji, I’m not going to think any less of you if that’s what you’re worried about.” Nami offered through another soft laugh as she smiled.

Mav let out a huff of laughter too before he spoke up. “Besides… you can’t have sex like a gentleman, Sanji, it’s messy. It’s not like Namis is a virgin, I’m sure she knows all about being folded in half like a deck chair-“ Zoro saw Namis eyes bulge and was belly laughing before the woman had even opened her mouth.

“MAV!” Nami gaped at him as she slapped him square in the middle of the chest with a look of disbelief. “You didn’t need to say that!”

“Am I wrong though?” Mav gave her a cheeky smile and fixed her with a look that had Nami blushing bright red. Mav was smacked around the back of the head, his question dutifully ignored even as Namis cheeks burned.

“The point is-“ Nami forced herself to look back at Sanji, who he could tell was restraining himself from launching at Mav, and that was barely restraining himself. “I don’t mind, I’m not going to think you’re gross, you’re a guy- a person. Everyone has those type of thoughts at some point or another.” 

“Okay…” Sanji said slowly, seemingly to actually try and take what the woman was saying in. But then again, Zoro knew that he’d have never been able to convince the blonde of any of this, it would have to have been one of the ladies, the cook may swing both ways but he was a ladies man at heart. A gentleman, sort of. He was very old school when it came to women, from what he could tell anyway, so speaking about what went on behind closed doors was something he never did to their two more feminine crew mates. Or any woman Zoro had ever heard him interact with. “This is going to take some getting used to, still… not really my style to go into detail infront of women, so if you start talking filth- I will kick your ass, Marimo.” Sanji warned him with a cocked brow before he pointed at Maverick aswell. “That goes for you too asshole, sat there like you’re innocent. You’re one more suggestive comment away from a concussion.” 

“You can’t censor me- especially about stuff that has nothing to do with you.” Mav pointed right back at Sanji and Zoro couldn’t help but snort.

There’s a whole lot he could come out with Cook just to piss you off and he hasn’t, so unless it’s about the other night- this probably isn’t a hill you wanna die on

Ugh you probably have a point

“If you want me to keep my mouth shut about the other night, say no more, not a thing will get past my lips.” Mav said casually. Zoro couldn’t help it, despite the fact the man was being genuine, Namis presence be damned-the comeback was right there. 

The memory tinted his cheeks pink though despite his teasing tone.“changed your ways from the other night then?”

Zoro felt the kick connect with his side even as he laughed, saw Mav let out a snort of disbelief as his friends eyes danced with laughter. Nami was looking at Mav with wide eyes and an open mouth despite the heated intruige behind her gaze. And Sanji… Sanji was looking at him like he’d just warned him against the exact thing he’d just pulled, even if it wasn’t blatant, it had been implied. It was so worth it though just to bully Mav a little. “Come on Cook, that wasn’t that bad.” He wheezed out, still winded from Sanji’s kick. He gave Sanji a playful smirk before he reached out to grab the blondes hip, squeezing him lightly when Sanji cast him a suspicious frown before he relaxed a little under his hand.

“You need to shower today, Marimo.” Sanji said, casually flicking him in the pec as he strolled over to the supply cupboard and out of his grasp.

“But i showered yesterday?” Ugh what does he mean I need another shower. He found himself folding his arms over his chest in protest as he frowned at the open pantry door that Sanji had just disappeared through.

“Suit yourself, but don’t come crawling to me later on stinking of stale sweat.” Sanji’s voice came from the cupboard.

“Like I’d come crawling to you anyway.” Zoro found himself grumbling as his frown deepened until Sanji came out of the cupboard carrying a random assortment of food and just stood for a moment, giving him a look with one brow cocked. A look that absolutely said ‘you know you would.’ Zoro rolled his eyes as he looked away, grinding his teeth together as he heaved out a sigh. “Fine…” He turned to grab his cup of coffee as he downed the last of it where it was now like warm. “You think you’re life is on the right track and then you want to fuck a blonde guy, should have known you were evil- the blonde hair is like a warning from nature, like brigthtly coloured frogs-“ his grumbles were cut short by an absolute ruckus of laughter from behind him from Nami and Mav before he glanced over at the cook.

Sanji wasn’t blinking, he was just stood there looking at him like he was an idiot, something on the tip of his tongue but something he apparently didn’t have the heart to say outloud. “You’re not going to like what I’m about to say-“

“Then don’t say it.” Zoro heard himself bite back and Sanji raised both brows then before he smiled, turning his attention away from him and to the oats and other items he’d pulled from the pantry.

“Alright, it’d be good if you took a shower, I’d appreciate it.” The words were so casual, so painfully casual. The Cook hadn’t even needed to emphasise the word good for him to be able to hone in on it. Zoro sort of felt like his brain had been shoved in hot water and then threw into an ice bath, because he wasn’t aroused, but there was definitely something there. He wanted to comply more now, now that the suggestion of praise was dangling infront of him like a carrot on a string. And he hated it. It shouldn’t be that easy. No way in hell, but it was there, nagging at him. Tugging at him to chase the real thing, the blondes approval. He fought the blush that he could feel burning his ears and only hoped that it hadn’t spread anywhere else. He’d been about to call me a brat… 

“Fine- fine I’ll shower after I’ve done a workout. Happy?” He found himself asking and he didn’t know what the hell made him look towards Mav but after seeing Sanji’s smile of approval and the cooks nod, he turned his head. Mav was giving him a far to knowing look with both brows raised before the man wet his lips and smirked. “Shut up, Mav.” He stormed out of the kitchen without another word to any of them.

little bit of a time jump coming (only a few days don’t you worry)

may indulge in a small bit of writing between Nami and Robin too, possibly Usopp because I like to think he’s a lil nosey and likes a bit of gossip. (This probably won’t be a huge amount)

also Zoro’s praise kink is absolutely going to get abused by Sanji I won’t even lie 😂

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I’m back guyssss. We got some gossip GORLS this chapter (staring Usopp too because i love that dork)

lots of wholesome crew interactions and some… jealous Sanji…

enjoy 🥰

“I still can’t believe you get this whole room to yourself.” Usopp said with a sigh as Nami cast the sniper a smirk from where she was draped on her sofa, Usopp was laid out on her bed on his front with his arms hanging off the edge and touching the floor, looking a little mopey. Robin let out a small laugh from the armchair she was lounging in next to the sofa. It’s not like it had even been meant for her, it had originally meant to be the captain’s quarters, but Luffy never ever slept anywhere that wasn’t the men’s bunk room. He had straight up told her she could have it.

“I’m sure if Nami had her way, she would much rather be sharing it. Especially her bed.” Robin spoke smoothly as she flipped a page of her book. Nami felt herself go crimson as she glared at the archeologist.

“Robin!” She hissed. 

Usopps jaw hit the floor immediately picking up on Robin's meaning. “Youre talking about Mav aren’t you?”

“No-“ she lied through her teeth, but Usopp's grin told her the man could see right through her.

“You have a crushhhh, does Zoro know you fancy his friend?” He grinned wickedly and Nami could tell their sniper was eager to stir the pot, that playful grin turning sly in half a second.

“I believe he does, I think Maverick is aware too actually.” Robin added with a small smile Namis way and Nami groaned, this was not where she was wanting this conversation to go. She was hoping to talk more about Sanji and Zoro’s new situation, but no of course it wasn’t ever going to go that way.

“Wait so he knows? So has he asked you out on a date or what?” Usopp asked with a frown. Nami let out a sigh as she frowned at him.

“No- plus it’s not that simple. Why would I date a guy that I’m never going to see again? It’s stupid-“

“Huh? I never thought about that… so why can’t you just- you know…” Usopp gestured vaguely to the bed, unabashedly asking the real questions as Nami put her head in her hands.

“Because I’m actually starting to like the asshole- and I can’t get a proper read on him, I think he sort of likes me too- but I’m not sure… and I get the sense that he wouldn’t- i don’t know if I want to do that either.”

Robin looked up from her book then as she glanced at Nami with a tilt of her head. “Nami, it is glaringly obvious the man is interested in you, do not mistake self restraint for lack of interest. Though I will admit growing feelings for the man does complicate things due to him not being a permanent crew member, I don’t envy your situation.”

“I suppose it’s probably for the best anyway, not to be a downer- I know his bounty from years ago is high- but what if he doesn’t survive on one of our adventures? He looks strong sure, his power is cool but, is he actually strong enough to fight some of the people we’ve been up against? Who we’re going to be going up against?” Usopp threw the questions into the open, questions she hadn’t asked even herself as she raised her brows along with Robin at their snipers words. They’d just been facing stronger and stronger foes, that much was true, but where they were headed next…Kaido.

“Maybe you’re right… maybe i should just ignore this feeling. It’s not worth getting attached.” Nami said a little sadly. Before raising her brows. “Or maybe I should just seduce him- did you know he can purr?” She backtracked before getting sidetracked entirely, she couldn’t just decide just like that. I’m really going to have to think about this.

“I’m not sure I want to know how you found that out…” Usopp said slowly as he levelled Nami with a suspicious and mildly grossed out look, despite him being the one to suggest she just had a fling with the man.

“He’s like a cat- nothing like that- he can shift part way, grow the cat ears and a tail.” She defended, but Usopp was just looking at her with even more suspicion as Robin let out a soft laugh.

“Are you trying to tell us you stroked his tail… most men would purr at such an act regardless of devil fruit power-“

“ROBIN!” Usopp yelled as he covered his ears and gaped at Robin before jumping off the bed. “I thought girls didn’t talk about that stuff, my poor ears-“

“You're the one that suggested I sleep just with him, you idiot!” Nami shouted as she pointed at Usopp accusingly, steam nearly coming from her ears at the snipers double standard. There was a deep rumbling laughter from outside her door then before it creaked open and Zoro’s head poked in, a shit eating grin plastered on his face as he looked straight at her.

“I’ll make sure to warn him you might jump his bones at any second.”

“Maybe you could do me a favour and KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT!” She spat back as she leapt from the sofa in an instant and smacked Zoro hard in the head before he could flee. What is it with Zoro and being around everytime I so much as think about his old friend, what the hell?

“Perhaps Zoro could actually offer some insight, Nami on if the man is actually worth taking to bed. If he’s terrible then you needn’t bother and won’t have missed out.” Robin spoke far too casually yet again and Usopp just turned to look at her in disbelief as his mouth fell open to gape in bewilderment.

Zoro looked up from his spot now on the ground and looked up at Robin with the same expression Usopp wore. “You want me to do what!?” Nami watched as Zoro went red in the face in half a second. Awe Jesus I don’t really think I wanna know this…

“Well you do know better than any of us.” Robin spoke with a mischievous glint in her eye as she fixed Zoro with a look. 

“You’re the one that practically listened to the whole thing! Don’t look at me like that- why don’t you just tell her what you thought.” Zoro ground out before he cast Nami a look with a scowl now firmly set on his face. “You’re both perverts.”

“Very well, Zoro-san.” Robin said as she closed her book with a sigh, Nami watched as Zoro nearly left the room, Usopp turning to follow him before Robin spoke again. “He seems to have a lot of stamina.-“

“ALRIGHT I’M LEAVING.” Usopp screeched as he trampled past Zoro in the doorway as the swordsman spun on his heels and pointed a finger at Robin, a thunderous look on his face.

“Just how closely were you listening? I will cut you.”

Nami covered her eyes, she couldn’t cope with this. “Alright, I’ve had enough. I wish I’d never said anything, it’s just a stupid crush. Just drop it, both of you. I’m just going to act like he’s one of us and keep everything else to myself.” She stood up with a sigh as she stormed out of the room. She was annoyed, she didn’t even want insight on how the man was in the bedroom, she just wanted to talk about it. About him. Yes, even though she originally wanted to talk about Zoro and Sanji.

She didn’t know why- maybe to get it out of her system, because it felt stupid maybe. She did feel a little silly, but she also felt a bit giddy, with this stirring crush for the man. Yes, physical attraction was there too. Obviously.

But it’s not just that, I just wanted to talk it out to get my bearings, I didn’t want to make a quick fire decision. But then again everyone seems to be trying to sort of warn me away, or imply it’s just not worth it… and maybe it isn’t, but- My feelings are still worth something, maybe I shouldn’t have said anything to the others. I should have just kept it between me and Mav, whatever this thing is.

Two days later

Zoro felt his muscles aching when he finally headed towards the bunk room. Franky had started work on soundproofing the dividing wall so he’d opted to give Robin a few days with the room to herself while the work was carried out. It’s not like there wasn’t more than enough bunks in the men’s quarters, and he could fall asleep anywhere. He put his swords on his usual bunk, one that he admittedly hadn’t used in a while before he began peeling off his clothes, throwing his coat and shirt onto the bed haphazardly he smirked to himself.

Hey Cook, want to act out that fantasy of yours? I’m about to grab a shower, plenty of space for me to wrap my hand around your neck

The heat that barreled into him made him suck in a quiet breath but did nothing to stop the grin stretching on his face, one that earned him a head tilt from Brook who was lounged on one of the bunks trying to settle down for the night.

“My gentleman senses tell me you’ve just made Cook-san spring a nosebleed.” Brook deadpanned before Franky was spitting out the cola he’d been drinking, covering Usopp and making roaring laughter rise up out of Luffy. It was through the ruckus of Usopp smacking Franky, and him bashing Brook around the head that he heard that voice echoing back in his head, and it may have been sent on a wave of heat. But he had no reservations that the cook was definitely pissed off too. There was an image flashing behind his eyes for a second, the cooks shirt dyed crimson near where it tucked into his trousers, splattered with red as another drop fell and a faint echo of women’s laughter in the back of his mind.

You’ll pay for that you inconsiderate sea-urchin!

“I didn’t think it was possible for a guy to make Sanji’s nose bleed.” Franky sputtered out in bewilderment as Luffy just continued laughing.

“Of course it’s possible, he thinks ladies are so pretty his nose explodes- he obviously thinks Zoro is pretty too, why would the nosebleeds stop?” Luffy said through his laughter and Zoro started chuckling despite the light flush on his face at Luffy’s far too simple summary of the situation. Before Usopp was laughing aswell.

“He thinks Zoro is pretty!” The sniper repeated before he was rolling around with Luffy cackling and Zoro took one of his boots off and threw it directly at Usopps head, it didn’t stop the giggling from the two idiots though.

“This the first time you’ve gave him a nosebleed?” Franky said with a wicked grin as the ship right chuckled now he could breathe after choking on his cola.

Zoro turned his attention back to the blue haired man as he smirked letting out a snicker. It was strangely refreshing that none of them seemed to question it, after the initial admission, everyone just accepted and acted as if it was the usual. Not that it wasn’t normal, but Zoro could understand if it was still new and strange. But none of his nakama had really batted an eye. “Nah, third time, I’m starting a tally. I’m gunna piss him off with it.”

“THIRD TIME? IT'S ONLY BEEN WHAT A WEEK AND A FEW DAYS SINCE YOU GOT HIT BY THE BEAM?” Usopp shouted as his jaw slammed into the floor and Zoro couldn’t help but keel over laughing himself as the others joined him, the sniper looked absolutely stunned, there was even a low rolling laughter coming from the bathroom. Brook cracked the door open, just to reveal Mav laughing his ass off as he lounged in the bath, his head the only part of him poking out over the edge of the tub.

“Did you know about this Maverick-san?” Brook asked as Franky and Zoro leaned around to look at the man through the doorway.

“No, but it’s fucking funny. Don’t go too crazy though Zoro, yea? We need your cook to feed us. Leave some blood in his body.” Mav cast Zoro a glance before he continued laughing and his comment set the others off again, everyone apart from Usopp.

“Three times!?! Sanji’s already at risk of dying from blood loss!” Usopp declared and pointed accusingly at Zoro. 

Zoro snickered as he took his other boot off. “The hell he is-“

Usopp cut him off with a sly smirk of his own as he spoke his next words. “Luffy, I hope you realise that if Sanji passes out from a nosebleed he’s not going to be able to cook you any-“

“ZORO, NO MORE NOSEBLEED TALLY-“ He didn’t know how Franky moved out of the way so fast, but he didn’t even register the threat until it was already on him. A mass of messy black hair and a flash of red slammed into him as Luffy launched himself at his middle, cannonballing them both through the bathroom door and directly into the bath and the man currently in it. Zoro had been aiming to grab a shower, not end up in a three man pile in the bath.

“I’M GUNNA DROWN THE BOTH OF YOU.” Mavs seething voice sounded from somewhere to Zoro’s left, he turned his head from where he’d landed, somehow facing the wall sat in the bottom end of the tub, to see the smithy looking like a drowned rat, with Luffy practically fully submerged in the surprisingly still full bath water. Their captain hanging on to Mavs' knees from where he faced Zoro from between the other man’s legs, his face just above the water level as he blinked before grinning. Luffy was just laughing harder as he pulled himself upright and sat up, Zoro pulled himself out of the bath with a snicker of his own seeing Mavs face burning bright red in embarrassment. Whatever I can just get a shower, my clothes will need to dry anyway. Good luck Luffy, I ain’t sticking around to get my ass kicked.

“This bath is really nice, shishishi-cmon Mav smile, I’ve just saved us from starvation from Zoro-“ Luffys voice echoed around the room as Zoro closed the bathroom door with a fond eye roll at his captain before he turned around to see Luffy facing Mav and pulling at his old friends cheeks to force a smile. Zoro couldn’t help the laugh that wheezed out of him as he watched Mavs brow twitch in irritation, and just as he unbuttoned his soaked trousers there was a shampoo bottle flying at his head. But other than that Mav didn’t move, Zoro peeled his trousers off along with his pants as he lifted a brow at the man. His friend was frozen, that look of irritation waning before Luffy threw the smithy another grin that seemed to disarm the ginger man entirely. Because Mav started laughing, properly laughing with a hand over his eyes as he seemed to sink back into the bath. Bastard is soft on Luffy, go figure.

“Hey Zoro, throw me the shampoo back.” Mav asked casually and Zoro shook his head with a snort as he did so, heading over to the shower and finally turning on the water. 

Scratch that cook, bunk room is full and so is the bathroom, but… if you wanna squeeze into my bunk tonight I wouldn’t complain. 

I doubt we’d both fit Marimo, but I’ll keep that in mind… who’s in the bathroom with you?

Zoro glanced back for a moment, clocking the back of those broad pale shoulders a soaked mane of hair. Amusement flooded him as he turned back around. No sound of Luffys cackling anymore.

Just Mav.

He blinked as something strange rolled into him from Sanji. It was an emotion that sort of stuttered out, as though it was a mixture of positive and negative to the point the bond couldn’t fully block it. It was almost, Possesive… was it positive because he found it sort of attractive or? He didn’t quite know.

Er Cook- 

He turned around in the shower again, hearing quiet conversation behind him to realise it wasn’t just Mav in there with him. Luffy hadn’t left, the captain was still here, sat in the bath at the opposite end to Mav while he rubbed shampoo into his hair. His red vest crumpled onto the floor now and his shorts still on as he asked some sort of question to the smithy.

 The possessiveness was kind of hot from Sanji, but also unexpected, was the cook jealous of… Mav? Even after everything that happened? A sense of calm washed over him then, definitely sent from the cook, but Zoro had the sneaking suspicion it was forced. Damn there’s definitely ways around this positivity beam if all it takes is some emotional control to bypass its negative filter…

You’re showering while Mav is in the room?

Yea… he’s not the only one here, Luffy is too. But cook- we should talk about this.

Zoro offered on a wave of reassurance, despite his mixed feelings on Sanji’s possessiveness, the jealousy… It was attractive that the man was a little possessive of him, but he didn’t want the cook to be jealous. Nor did he want Sanji paranoid that something was going to happen between him and Mav just because they’d done things years ago. Maybe the other night was a mistake, should have just told Mav to leave. What does he think I’m going to do? Jump into Mavs lap? The idiot has known me for years now. He should trust me enough to know I wouldn’t do that shit.

But he didn’t want that sort of thing to get in the way of things when they were out exploring, trying to enjoy a town or city- hell even just out for drinks. Sanji had said something along those lines a few nights ago. When they’d finally got round to actually getting down and dirty… that he didn’t want others touching him. Sanji didn’t want other people touching him. Roronoa Zoro. It stirred a mixture of emotions within him as he finally grabbed the shampoo and started rubbing it in his hair, letting the heat soak into his still aching body. It was nice, to be wanted so fiercely, with such unshakeable certainty by the cook. His cook. But he did worry that it could cause issues for them, not just them, but the crew as a whole. While he had no doubt they’d still be able to fight side by side without any issues, what if the blonde snapped while they weren’t on the ship? Bit someone’s head off for touching him, made it obvious that they were seeing each other?

Sanji had said himself he wanted to keep it under wraps when off the ship, so nobody could use it against them, Zoro agreed with it. It was the most sensible thing to do, probably the safest way they could make this work, at least until they took down Kaido and settled into this more. There was no point putting an unnecessary target on eachothers backs with this, not yet, not while they still trudged through the shallows trying to figure this out.

There’s nothing to talk about Marimo

Yes, there is.

Silence. There was no response, not even an emotion floating in the far reaches of Zoro’s mind. He scowled to himself as he closed his eyes. He’s always been an insufferable stubborn asshole, of course that isn’t going to change now. Bracing a hand on the wall of the shower he steadied his breathing, focusing on the sound of the water, anything to quell his annoyance with the cook so he didn’t go back upstairs into the galley to kick his ass. Eventually he honed in on Luffy’s voice, that boyish light tone, and Mavs low drawl. It was grounding- even if he was focusing in on half of a conversation.

“So you and Ace, you were together right, not just like nakama. Like Zoro and Sanji now are? The hugging and kissing and sex and stuff?” Luffy asked curiously.

“Yea…” Mavs' voice was soft when he replied, almost careful, like he was afraid he might slip up and upset Luffy since it was about his brother. Zoro hadn’t heard Mav like this before, so patient and careful. Then again he’d never heard Luffy even acknowledge the existence of sex so this entire conversation was already way out of Zoro’s depth.

“So what made you realise that you loved him differently, like I love all of my nakama, did it mean you loved him more or-“ Luffy was cut off by a strained sort of sound before Zoro heard Mav clicking his tongue.

“No and yes, it’s a different kind of love, on top of what it means to be nakama, you’d give your life for your nakama the same way you would for someone you love like that, but… I don’t know how to explain-“

“Sure you do, you loved him didn’t you? Just explain why?” Luffy said matter of factly, and Zoro could hear the smile in his captain’s voice. Followed by a snicker from Mav who let out a sigh.

“You seriously want me to tell you that shit?” Mavs tone had pause to it, obviously a little shocked by the request.

“Yeah, I wanna know, I just wanna be sure he was loved enough before he died, you know…” Luffy trailed off quietly, though he didn’t sound sad, more thoughtful. Zoro had seen Luffy in some states over Aces death, but the way Luffy handled it now, it was astonishing. Through all the grief and pain and sadness that wouldn’t ever likely fully leave, he still focused on the positives, he just wanted to know his brother was cared for, loved by others- and Zoro knew it wouldn’t make the loss any easier. But somehow to Luffy, that would make it a tiny bit more bearable, to know there was a whole lot of good before the end.

“Alright man, I guess that’s a fair request… Explain why- damn…” Mav sighed again, Zoro heard the bath water slosh a little and he could imagine Mav was probably sinking deeper into it. “It was just Ace… everything about him. He was stubborn as anything, strong as hell, determined, loyal… He was kind, and he could be a jerk too.” Mav snorted before he continued. “That fucking smile he wore constantly is what started it, those damn freckles and the dimples in his cheeks when he grinned. Don’t get me wrong Luffy, first time we met, we argued like hell, but-“ Mav coughed awkwardly, clearly skipping over some details.

“I ended up being asked to join the crew, so I did.” 

“Wait, so did he ask you to join after you argued or-“

“That’s not important-“

“You argued and then made up?”

“In a manner of speaking, yea...” Mav conceded, clearly regretting getting into specifics on that particular part of his story. “After I joined though, he just sort of grew on me, really quickly actually, and I suppose I did on him too. The rest of the crew were great but he opened up to me, I opened up to him, told him things that even Zoro doesn’t know… we got close… we started acting all out of sorts, I’d get jealous if a woman touched his arm at a bar, I’d chew him out for no reason with that in the back of my mind. He’d bite my head off if I ‘smiled at someone the wrong way’. We were seeing each other through this, but I don’t think we realised it was, well- love, until a few months in.”

“This love business sounds complicated, I thought it was easy?” Luffy whined. Zoro could agree it sounded complicated, but then again he’d never been in love before so he didn’t really have much to go off.

“It’s both.” Mav snorted. “Easiest thing to fall into, hardest thing to fall out of. And damn maintaining it isn’t a walk in the park but it’s worth every single minute of struggle just to be able to have someone know you so deeply, so thoroughly. To be someone’s safe place, and them, yours. Hell- just seeing Ace laughing had the ability to make my whole day better no matter the mood I was in.”

Luffy’s laugh was nearly musical in its delight as the sound reached Zoro’s ears, and damn this story was definitely not something he’d been expecting to hear, but it was definitely working at pulling him out of his less than stellar mood with the cook. “So what made you realise it was love?”

“I’d ate my devil fruit about a week before, I wasn’t stupid, I knew I couldn’t swim anymore. But the seas were rough- there was a storm, it was raining sideways. Ace had one of his narcolepsy moments while near the railings, the ship tilted- he fell overboard whilst fucking asleep.” Mav seethed out a quiet hiss before it turned into a frustrated chuckle. “I jumped in after him. Didn’t even think. Didn’t care. The only thing going through my head was we have dreams to achieve and I want you with me, that I didn’t want to do those things nearly half as much without him. Could I? Sure I could. But I wanted him with me. So for all of 5 seconds I was a hero, I grabbed hold of him- and then started sinking-“

Luffy was laughing again, the noise bouncing around the bathroom and Zoro found himself smiling gently where he still leaned against the wall, eyes shut as he heard Mav chuckle to himself. Zoro knew Mav was affectionate under the hard exterior, but not quite how much, the man had never let Zoro in to that extent. They were good friends, but Mav had for the most part kept him at arms length, he’d had moments of softness. Zoro had had glimpses into who his friend was in his entity, but never been allowed to see everything, maybe gingerbread had been scared he’d be called soft? Maybe he thought I’d judge him… at least he found someone eventually. Even if it didn’t end so well.

“The crew grabbed us, we got back on board, Ace slapped me for being stupid, kissed me in front of the whole crew, then slapped me again. My point being- Love makes you do really stupid things. Like nearly drown yourself in a doomed to fail attempt at saving your boyfr- erm captain. I adored your brother, Luffy. I’d have gave my soul to that man if he’d have asked for it, I’d have followed him to the ends of this planet too and I’d have traded places with him if I’d had gotten there in time…” Mav trailed off this time, into a tentative quiet, Zoro heard the bath water slosh again followed by some dripping. Damn.

“I don’t think he’d have let you do that…” Luffy’s voice was gentle but firm.

“You’re right, he wouldn’t have, but I’d have done it anyway. It’s not even that I loved him more than the rest of the crew, I just loved him differently, I think there’s a different sort of depth to that sort of love, where it’s intimate and personal. It doesn’t happen overnight, it can change and grow, it’s sometimes a harder choice than an easier one, but it’s a choice that you continue to make, over and over again, if you love someone. You pick them, over and over, and that’s the beauty of it. You want them the most, out of everyone else.” Mav let out a sigh that was thoughtful and Zoro couldn’t help but blink his eyes open at that. Because Jesus… Mav really joined a crew and fell in love with the damn captain- Luffy’s brother. Ace. I couldn’t even imagine falling in love- it sounds like you just start acting dumb, making stupid decisions without using your brain. But it does sound weirdly nice- from the rest of what he said at least. Hmm. Maybe love isn’t so bad.

“Wow… that sounds like something really special. Thanks for sharing that, Maggie. It sounds like Ace had a whole lot of happiness before he left.” Luffy’s voice had a lilt to it that had Zoro smiling wider from underneath the shower.

“DON'T HUG ME WHILE I'M NAKED IN THE BATH YOU WEIRDO-“ Zoro silenced the laughter that was threatening to bubble out of him, Luffy had no boundaries with his affection and he knew for a fact his captain wouldn’t have thought twice about throwing his arms around Mav regardless of his state of undress.

“Shihihihi, sorry~ I can still call you Maggie though, right?” Luffy asked hopefully.

There was a long pause before Mav finally responded. His friends voice was fond even as the small chuckle left him. “Yea sure, but only because you’re Ace's baby brother.”

Zoro zoned out of the conversation then, his mood decidedly better than when he’d just been trying to keep his cool. He knew he still had to talk to the cook, which he would do, but he could at least get a proper wash now without the risk of storming out and dragging the cook by his hair to somewhere private. Then again the cook would probably think I was after something else.

His train of thought was cut off by the bathroom door opening again and he glanced over his shoulder to see the blonde with a towel wrapped around his waist staring at the bath tub with a conflicted expression. The cooks brow was twitching in annoyance for some reason, even as Luffy gave him a grin and a greeting.

“Why the hell are you in the bath with Mav, Luffy?” Sanji’s voice was strained, like he was annoyed but he couldn’t quite figure out why. Zoro had a feeling the man needed a target to take his bad mood out on, though he very much doubted it’d end up being Luffy. Nah, it’ll probably be me, maybe he just needs a good fight, that might make him feel better, get him out of this weird pissy mood he’s in.

“I was saving you from further nosebleeds!” Luffy said triumphantly. 

Zoro snorted, catching the cook’s attention. One blue eye fixed on him with a raised brow, but the cook wasn’t laughing, didn’t look one bit amused. “He launched us through the door and into the bath- Brook said his gentleman senses were tingling and that you got a nosebleed.”

“Into the bath?” Sanji scoffed as he looked away and down at Mav. “Bet you loved that.” He said pointedly, and Zoro could see Sanji’s teeth grinding together where his jaw was tensing, Mav could probably see the tightness in the cook’s expression too but sensibly tried to play it cool.

“I almost drowned the pair of them, having my bath interrupted isn’t really my idea of a good time.” Mav waved Sanji off casually but Zoro could see the blonde just get more pissed off. The fuck is wrong with him? 

Luffy chose that moment to finally leave the bathroom, rinsing his hair off quickly and grabbing a towel while grinning like an idiot. Zoro knew Luffy wasn’t oblivious to Sanji’s bad mood but he knew the captain likely thought that it’d work itself out. Sanj took to brushing his teeth in the awkward quiet that settled in the room. Zoro, stupidly, took that moment to cast a look Mavs way, one which was met by the red head in question with an equally confused look before Sanji was snapping at the pair of them.

“What?” Sanji glared at both of them before spitting out a load of toothpaste into the sink and running the tap.

“You’re in a shitty mood Cook.” Zoro didn’t need to beat around the bush, Mav nodded in agreement from where he was markedly less relaxed in the tub than he had been before.

“Yea, you’re like really fucking intense right now, Sanji.” Sanji cast the smithy a withering look but didn’t reply to either of them with words, he just snorted. “Alright- I’m gunna cut my bath short, hope you feel better soon man. Zoro, don’t be a dick to him.”

“Yea yea-“ Zoro was cut off by Sanji’s scoffing. He watched Mav freeze about half way out of the bath, before he pushed himself the rest of the way up and stood, stepping out slowly, like movement that was too quick would alert Sanji like some sort of wild animal.

“Last time I checked, he didn’t follow orders from you.” Sanji grumbled, his face now hidden behind the cupboard mirror while he looked for something where he stood at the sink. This time Mav turned to him while mouthing the words ‘what the fuck’, a frown plastered on his friends face as he picked his towel up from the floor and wrapped it around his waist tightly. Zoro just shrugged. I have no fucking idea, man.

“Alright, dick head, I was tryna be nice but fuck you too.” Mav rolled his eyes before making his way to the cupboard beside the bath to grab a separate towel for his hair.

“Rapunzel has her panties in a twist, hmm?” Sanji let out a chuckle from behind the mirror and Zoro just found himself frowning deeper. What is the cook trying to do here?

Mav let out a tired sigh as he wrapped the towel around his hair and then his head, before standing to his full height. “I’d call you a cunt Sanji, but you don’t have the depth or the warmth.” 

Zoro should have seen it coming, Sanji was being a dick, and Mav wasn’t one to take shit lying down, especially if it was unwarranted. If he’d done something to deserve it, then it was another story, but clearly he didn’t think he had. Zoro was having a hard time figuring out what the hell Mav had done too, if he was honest. The kick didn’t find its target, but it was far from gentle as it dented the wall beside the door. 

The next thing he knew they were fucking brawling. Sanji was trying to kick the shit out of Mav, Mav was dodging and catching some of Sanji’s kicks while throwing punches of his own. It was absolutely insane to watch, but he found for a minute he couldn’t move, until the cook's name fell from his mouth. 

“Sanji!” He shouted over the thudding noises of the brawl, ducked out of the way of a random shampoo bottle that flew out of the flurry of motion and almost took out his good eye as he felt that possessiveness slam into him again. Stuttering and spluttering in and out down the connection he had with the cook like a candles flame flickering in the wind, almost immediately after he’d called the cooks name. That fucking idiot- he is Jealous… 

Zoro ground his teeth together, before he did something he wouldn’t normally do. Atleast not to Sanji, he’d pulled Luffy and Usopp off eachother plenty of times, pryed both of them off the cook if the blonde was busy cooking or they’d somehow got into a brawl with Sanji, because usually it was their own damn faults. But this time. This time he hooked his arms under the cooks and yanked him back, prying the blonde away from Mav. He didn’t even remember stepping out of the shower, he’d probably done it some time between calling the blonde's name and realising he was being ignored. Because this time was different, this time the cook was acting off and instigating shit- and not for the thrill of a good fight either. He was being catty, more catty than the fucking Smithy who could turn into one.

The reaction was instantaneous. Mav ducked back out of the way of another kick to his head and Sanji seethed in his arms before he stopped moving entirely. “What the fuck, Marimo?”

“You’re trashing the bathroom, Curly.” He grunted into Sanji’s neck where he still held the man’s back firmly to his chest. All he had to do was look over at Mav for the red head to take the hint and walk out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him as he wiped at his bleeding lip. Sanji seemed to deflate a little after the man left and Zoro relaxed his grip as he caught sight of the start of a bruise blossoming high on the cook's cheekbone. Despite his annoyance at the cook he still felt a pang of worry, which must have been what carried his thought right across to the other man.

Earned yourself a black eye, fucking idiot. 

Sanji ripped himself out of his arms in half a second and gave him a glare that Zoro was sure should have had him bursting into flames. 

“Some fucking help you were.” 

Zoro couldn’t hold back his growl of annoyance at that. “You picked a fight over nothing and expected me to back you up? The hell do you want from me Dart-Brow? I’m not your attack dog.”

“Whatever, Moss-ball.” Sanji huffed, deflated but still obviously annoyed. He didn’t quite know what to do, especially as the cook turned his back to him and headed to the shower. He’s obviously not ready to talk about anything. Doesn’t mean I want him in a foul mood for the rest of the night though… 

“Curly.” He called as he strolled over to where Sanji now stood under the middle shower head that he’d not long walked away from. He got a brief glance over his shoulder as he sent a trickle of reassurance the blondes way just as his hand came to rest on a pale hip. Sanji tensed a little before he relaxed under his touch, so he came a little closer, close enough that they were both under the spray of water. Close enough to feel the heat of the cook's skin against his own as he stood at his back and rested his chin on Sanji’s shoulder. He’d ask anyway, even if he didn’t think the cook was going to tell him. “What’s wrong?” He hummed quietly, nudging his nose against Sanji’s ear as he brought his other hand up to the other side of his hip and held him firm.

To his credit the cook didn’t snap at him, he leant his head back a little as he looked sideways at Zoro from where he stood, before he let out a sigh. Zoro watched him carefully but didn’t move. “Honestly, I have no idea.”Sanji admitted, his pale hand coming up to card through wet blonde hair before Zoro felt lips pressed against his cheek. Ah the dragging the hand through his hair tick, he doesn’t even know why he’s anxious. He’s just- did he just kiss my cheek?

“Don’t get all soft on me, Curly. Not after that performance.” Zoro huffed out a chuckle even as he pressed a kiss of his own just under the juncture of Sanji’s jaw. It was almost domestic from them, which was new, but not in a bad way. Zoro could get used to it if the cook would let him. “When you figure it out, let me know.” He added before he pulled away. He was standing in the middle of the bathroom wrapping his towel around his waist after drying off his hair when the cook finally responded.

“You’re talking like you know better than me?” Sanji asked, all bite gone from his tone as Zoro cast him a smirk. The blonde looked a little hesitant and unsure, which wasn’t like him, but the suspicion in his eyes was more than familiar. 

“I have a hunch, but you gotta figure this one out on your own, Sanji. I’ll still be here when you do, don’t worry.” He cast a half smile Sanji’s way with a knowing look, letting his eyes drag down Sanji’s back a little, taking in the faded red lines there before appreciating an ass that he hadn’t been able to get a proper look at in all their years together. He was aiming to give the blonde reassurance but he knew for a fact he’d sent out a little more than that when he saw a blush bloom on pale cheeks in his peripherals.

Damn… yea, definitely not going anywhere 

He heard a quiet chuckle then, Sanji wasn’t even looking at him. Just shaking his head as fondness flooded into Zoro. “Pervert.” The cook huffed, smug smirk tugging at the side of his lips.

I’m so bending you over something next time just to wipe that smirk off your fucking face. 

The blood that gushed from Sanji’s nose along with the flush that spread down the cooks neck had Zoro running from the bathroom. The wave of heat finally reached him as he slammed the door shut, was searing, his own cheeks burning from it even as all eyes in the bunk room turned to him. He was frozen, his back pressed to the door when the shout finally roared from the bathroom.

“IM GUNNA FUCKING FILLET YOU, MARIMO BASTARD. QUIT IT WITH THAT SHIT!”

“Nosebleed number four?” Franky raised his brows in question. Zoro didn’t even nod, he just turned his attention to Franky with his good eye and swallowed. The bunk room was once again howling with laughter, everyone but Mav who just smirked from his bunk, now clad in a baggy green t-shirt and gray sweatpants, hair still tied up in the towel. The smithy stood up as he walked to the door before turning to him, speaking through the roaring laughter just loudly enough for him to hear.

“Tell Sanji I’ve taken his watch tonight. Make sure he actually sleeps, Zoro.” Mav was gone before Zoro could even nod in confirmation, the man’s sword strapped lazily to his side as he walked off. Yea I’ll tell him, don’t know how well he’s going to take it though…

Oh to know what is going on in Sanji’s head… I wonder if he even understands it himself…

Is Sanji gunna figure it out? Who knows.

is he gunna apologise to Mav or talk about it? Probably not, the boys are stupid.

I did say the dynamic might take a shift 😂

Chapter Text

Alright alright, I wrote more...things may get a little heated between Mav and Nami this chapter 

(but I'm aiming for emotional stuff between our boys rn, they start us off… and finish us off lmao <3)

This appears to be a long chapter though and there is a lot of POV changes but I'm sure you guys will be able to make sense of who is who 

Sanji couldn’t fully explain why he’d been so irritable over the past few days, but he had been. He’d been an asshole to Mav on multiple occasions, shorter with Luffy and Usopp. Not to mention Zoro, he was a bit softer with the Marimo now… because they were actually what- dating? Seeing eachother? Whatever you wanted to call it. But he’d still been snappy as all hell.

What made it worse was that it wasn’t all the time, one second he was fine with everything and everyone. But occasionally someone would say something or do something that would just piss him off. It was usually Mav though he wouldn’t even lie. The guy was grinding on him, and for no apparent reason? The guy would say something that would have people laughing and Sanji would find himself rolling his eyes, not because it wasn’t funny- half of the time it was… he just couldn’t figure it out. Or now, the fact that he knew Mav was working out in the crows nest with Zoro. That really got under his skin. Both of them were probably shirtless and sweaty, because Zoro was one of the only people the guy was comfortable enough around to fully have his shirt off, lifting fucking weights and laughing. Mav was probably flirting with the Marimo too, and Sanji doubted that Zoro would stop him.

Not even just that, little things too. Zoro had held him back from his and Mavericks fight in the bathroom. The ginger bastard had then gone and taken his fucking watch. As if he was doing him some sort of favour, and had the cheek to go and ask to use Namis fucking hairdryer. Nami had said yes- He was just starting to really dislike the man. But he didn’t understand why. None of those things were anywhere near bad, Mav hadn’t snapped back at him since the bathroom fight either, the man was being surprisingly nice actually… Zoro had said to Sanji he’d had a word with Mav, the Marimo hadn’t specified what about, but Sanji hadn’t bothered to ask either, he’d just assumed it was to tell the man to stay out of his way while he was feeling snappy. 

It was worse that Zoro had told him to his face point blank last night that he was being a prick too. He knew then he’d crossed some sort of invisible line, Zoro and him always pissed each other off, it was just how they were. But this was different, because Sanji knew his moods were unwarranted, he just couldn’t get a hold on them because he didn’t know what the fuck was pissing him off.

So now he was here, at the top of the ladder to the crows nest, sucking in a breath as he brought food up for both men. It was an attempt at a peace offering. He wasn’t going to snap this time, at either of them. Especially not Mav. Because he didn’t actually hate the Smithy at all, the guy was really easy to get along with, and he had no idea where his sudden dislike had come from. 

“You guys missed lunch.” He said as he pushed the latch open and hauled himself up along with the basket of food he’d brought. He was greeted with exactly what he’d expected, the sight of two sweaty shirtless men lifting weights. Though he supposed it wasn’t like they were all up in each others space so that wasn’t so bad… why would they be? Why did I imagine that- plus you have to get close to spot certain lifts… the hell is going on with my brain?

Zoro turned to greet him first, putting his giant weight down while a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Knew you’d show up eventually, Curly.” Sanji watched Zoros eyes hone in on the hollow of his throat and his exposed collarbone, the man immediately noticing the lack of tie and undone buttons as warmth surrounded his senses with a keen flicker of intense interest.

Three buttons, Love-Cook? You’re spoiling me.

I forget the suit without a tie look, makes you feral.

“I think you do it on purpose, actually Cook.” Zoro hummed quietly with a smirk as Sanji found himself pulled forward by the belt loops before Zoro’s gaze dropped to his lips. There was a pang of heat before that hazel eye moved to the basket in Sanji’s hand. “What’d you bring? I’m starving.”

Sanji smirked as he let out a snort before pushing the basket into Zoro’s hands. “Just Salmon risotto, nothing fancy Marimo. Sea king jerky too for a snack for later, the sweet stuff isn’t for you, obviously.” Sanji hummed as he pulled out a cigarette and pushed one of the windows a little wider as he lit the thing.

“You brought chocolate too, don’t you normally save this for the ladies?” Zoro raised a brow at Sanji before they both turned at the sound of a weight clanging against metal as it was re racked.

Mav sat up from the bench finally clocking Sanji like he was coming out of some sort of weight lifting daze, hair messily tied up in a bun as he blinked. “Sanji- did someone say chocolate?”

“Yea- he’s brought us food dumbass.”

“What? Both of us- is the chocolate ours too?”

“That’s yours, gingerbread.” Zoro muttered as he pulled the bar out of the basket and handed it to Mav.

“Wasn’t gunna let you both starve, now we have two muscle heads working out through meals I gotta bring twice the portions.” Sanji heard himself say, and he was glad it was casual, he hadn’t snapped at anyone. I’m getting there.

“Thanks man, erm do you want us to come down next time instead of having to carry stuff up- I won’t lie I completely lost track of time I don’t know what Zoro’s excuse is.” Mav gave Sanji a genuine apologetic look then and Zoro just scoffed. 

“It’s not a big deal, the Marimo pulls this shit on the regular.” Sanji rolled his eyes as Zoro just gave him a deadpan look back in response. “You’re not even sorry are you?”

“Nope.”

“How long has he been pulling this for?” Mav asked, a playful smirk pulling at his mouth that had Sanji squinting in suspicion even as he thought back for the answer.

“Since our old ship… he used to start his watch in the crows nest early and forget to grab dinner.” Sanji said and Mav let out a laugh at that as he grinned. Zoro was glaring at the man like he knew what he was about to say, seemingly trying to hurry to swallow some of the risotto he’d just spooned into his mouth.

“Shut up-“ Zoro pointed his spoon at Mav.

“You wanted his attention way back then too huh? Skipping meals in hopes to see your pretty blonde?” Mav teased as he nudged Zoro with his boot where Zoro now sat on the ground.

Sanji chuckled as Zoro glared up at Mav giving the man a punch to the shin for his teasing. “Piss off- least I’m not craving the attention of a witch.”

Mav snorted at that as he rolled his eyes and sat down. Pulling the bowl of risotto into his lap, Sanji was actually feeling rather normal so far and not snappy, so he sat down on the bench that lined the side of the room next to the pair of idiots sat on the ground. “Shut up- I like her, she’s got no patience for bullshit, it’s refreshing.” 

Sanji raised his brows at that and so did Zoro, they cast each other a look before Zoro smirked wickedly. “Thought you didn’t like being punched in the face?” Sanji heard himself say, and he did find a certain smug feeling blossom in his chest when the Smithy started blushing before a scowl was aimed his way.

“I don’t, I don’t think she’d pull that shit anyway-“

“So you’ve thought about it, huh?” Okay now my mouth is running away with me, rein it in Sanji, don’t be a dick. Don’t be a dick.

But the fact that Mav couldn’t meet his eyes after the question was asked ticked him off to no end. “Course not.” Mav said before spooning some risotto into his mouth. It was a lie, such a blatant lie. Why lie? There was a tanned hand on his knee then, from where Zoro sat on the ground leaned against the bench as the Marimo cocked a brow at him in some sort of warning.

You’re getting tense cook, relax. Besides, it’s not like you’ve never thought about it yourself.

Please- hardly

“You’re a really bad liar, Mav.” The words fell from his mouth without his say so as he breathed out a plume of smoke. 

“Yea well, if I admit to that sort of thing I’ll likely get kicked in the face so I’m pleading ignorance.” Mav gave him a suspicious look as he ate some more of his risotto before he sucked in a breath and sighed contently. “This is good by the way, really fucking good.” The redhead pointed to the risotto with his spoon and Zoro smirked.

“It’s always good, the Cook knows what he’s doing in the kitchen.” Zoro added with a chuckle and Sanji found himself smiling at the praise as a sense of pride filled him, appreciation flowing into him from Zoro. That was until Mav smiled at the Marimo and his mood was instantly soured, the hell was that smile for?

“What was that look for?” He managed to keep his tone light as he asked but he felt the atmosphere shift slightly regardless, and he knew it was probably his own fault but he couldn’t stop himself.

“Huh? It’s just cute you know, how-“

“Sanji.” Zoro interrupted Mav then as he shot a warning look his way, a slight frown denting his brow as that hazel eye locked with his. It wasn’t a reassuring squeeze of his knee anymore to get him to rein it in, he was straight up being called out.

“What?” He couldn’t mask the bite in his tone then, even though he wanted to curse himself for it, his black eye throbbed as if in warning to tell him not to start a fight out of this, and he cast a look at the smithy’s cut and bruised lip as well.

“You still haven’t figured it out have you?” Zoro breathed as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. Why the hell is he bringing this up in front of Mav, why the hell is Mav sighing and covering his face?

“I don’t know what you mean, I’m fine-“

“No, you’re not.” Mav said with a sigh and he really had to stop himself from kicking the man in the face from the way his tone sounded almost exhausted. The hell is he tired of, huh? “I’ve seen this before man, I’ve been like this before-“

“You’re jealous, Cook.” Zoro said, tone serious and face firm before his gaze softened as he met Sanji’s eye. Sanji knew he was looking at the swordsman with shock written all over his face. “I’m just not sure I understand exactly why .” Zoro admitted after a second as he rubbed his neck awkwardly. Sanji couldn’t speak, all he could do was look at Zoro and then look at Mav, his gaze flitting between them.

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” He finally said as he rolled his eyes and took a large drag on his cigarette before Mav started laughing, not just a chuckle either, but laughing loudly. 

“Alright, sure. Hey Zoro, your back and shoulder still stiff?” Mav asked, the topic completely taking a 180 as Zoro quirked his brow up and rotated his arms, stretching his neck from side to side a bit. Sanji watched as the Marimo grimaced in mild discomfort.

“Yea a little.”

“Come here, I’ll sort it.” Mav waved him over patting the floor in front of him. “Face Sanji and sit down.” He instructed, and Zoro did, both men were facing Sanji now and Sanji swore that Mav was smirking at him as he wrapped his hands around Zoros biceps from behind, putting his shin and knee right in the centre of Zoro’s bare back as he pulled. Sanji ground his teeth together as he watched pale fingers digging into tanned skin and muscle, watched as Zoro's face contorted in discomfort and the tendon in his neck strained, his chest being pushed forward sinfully the more Mav pulled. A droplet of sweat trailing down into the hollow of his throat until there was an audible but still quiet crunch, and Zoro let out a groan as his eyes opened and his mouth went slack in pleasure. Relief from the slight niggle he’d likely been feeling, but it was enough. Enough to snap Sanji’s composure clean in half.

“That’s enough .” He growled out between gritted teeth. What the hell does he think he’s doing? 

“Is it? You finally understand what that bitter emotion is now, Sanji?” Mav asked as he raised both brows, but was he fuck admitting anything to that asshole. I’m not fucking jealous. But it was like Mav could read his mind, because the way blue eyes looked at him was like he could see right through him. “No?” Mav unwrapped his hand from around Zoro’s biceps then before dragging his fingers up the side of Zoro’s neck and into his hair. 

“Mav!” Zoro growled in shock before he elbowed the man in the ribs and Sanji blinked in mortification as something venomous and hateful sat like a lump in his throat. Oh my god… I am… I’m jealous.

“Sorry Zoro, only way I could think to get blondie to realise.” Mav coughed as he held his rib on one side leaning back on his elbow a little bit winded as he cast Sanji a knowing look, expression softening slightly as he looked back at Sanji. “You good?”

“Don’t ever pull that shit again.” Sanji bit out, dragging his hands through his hair as he glared.

“I don’t plan too. We’re friends, Sanji, that’s it. I’m not a threat, he’s not interested in me, and I’m not interested in him. We didn’t do the whole relationship thing alright?”

“Like that matters-“

“Sanji.” Mav let out a sigh as he dragged a hand down his face. “Of course it matters, you’re letting your brain trick you into thinking because we all slept together that one time- that me and Zoro are something that’s happening in the present . It was years ago. Attraction and interest don’t always go hand in hand. I was interested for one night, in both of you, that happened. I’m not interested in doing that again.” Mav hissed quietly as he waved his hands between the three of them, as if to emphasise his point, and Sanji felt himself let out a deep sigh as he pulled another cigarette out of his pack. It was quiet for a minute or two as Sanji let those words sink in. Maybe he’s right, I’m acting like I have to compete for the Marimo. It isn’t something that is going on right now… it was years ago. And the other night involved all three of us, not just him and Zoro. What the hell is wrong with me?  Sanji let himself grimace as he put a hand over his eyes. Felt embarrassment flood him as it finally sunk in how absurd his behaviour had been lately. He’d never been like this with anyone before, it didn’t make any sense, how was he supposed to come to this realisation on his own?

“Never had you down as the possessive type, Cook.” Zoro’s voice was filled with mirth and Sanji found the Marimo smirking at him teasingly when he looked up from where he was sat.

“It’s not funny, I’ve been an asshole for days without knowing why. I can’t believe I was fucking jealous.” He groaned into both hands as he heard Mav chuckle from across the way, then there was shuffling as Sanji looked up to see the bowl of risotto gone and being placed back in the basket. “I’m sorry.” He muttered, and he really was. It was embarrassing to say the least to have to have it explained to him by the person that had unwittingly dragged that bitter emotion out of him, especially with how patient Mav had been after their initial scrap in the bathroom.

“Don’t worry about it, just makes it obvious you give a fuck about him, that’s all.” Mav stood and stretched before turning his back to them both and walking back to the bench. Sanji caught a brief glimpse of scarred skin before he averted his gaze to the ground in shock, he could see Zoro’s eyes go wide in his peripherals too as Zoro looked over at him. But Mav didn’t even seem to notice, the man shrugged his vest on, from where it was draped on the bench and came back over to grab his chocolate bar with a huge smile of thanks before he left him and Zoro alone in the crows nest.

“About that, Cook.” Zoro started and Sanji turned his attention to Zoro in an instant. The Marimo looked serious, no longer full of amusement and quiet laughter. “You gunna be able to keep your jealousy and possessiveness under control while we’re out in public? Gunna be really obvious we’re seeing each other if you can’t is all, don’t want assholes using it against us, or the crew. You said as much yourself.”

Sanji pulled his lighter out of his pocket as he considered what the other man was saying, flicked it open and stared at the flame before he lit up another cigarette. “I don’t know Marimo, turns out I-“ he paused as he wet his lips. Ah fuck, might aswell come out and say it. “I like you more than I initially thought.” Sanji could feel the hairs on his skin prickle as Zoro looked at him quietly, head tilted slightly and gaze relaxed as he let out a breath. “What about you? We’ve not been on an island yet, not been out in public. Do you get jealous?” Sanji met that hazel eye then and saw the way Zoro’s gaze immediately darted away. For a second he thought the Marimo wasn’t going to respond.

“Sometimes.” The swordsman’s voice was quiet as he continued, deliberately avoiding Sanji’s gaze. “But I’m better at hiding it than you seem to be, Dart-Board.”

Sanji nearly bit his cigarette in half. That spark of adrenaline flaring at one of his least favourite nicknames. “Being a bastard doesn’t mean you’re good at hiding jealousy.” 

“Still better at it than you are, Nosebleed.” Zoro’s eye was back on him now, that devilish smirk stretching across his face as a hazel eye lit up with barely restrained thrill. That electric excitement and buzz zapping its way down their bond as Sanji let out a growl before he gave in and launched a kick straight at Zoro’s head.

“We’ll see about that, asshole!”

It was just before dinner that night when Usopp was screaming from the tannoy system about an island, dinner was already a little late as Zoro and Sanji had trashed the crows nest in one of their fights. Nami had smacked both of them round the head for it and demanded they fix it themselves, forbidding Franky to go anywhere near the damage. So it was already getting dark. 

That partnered with the fact they needed to sail around the island once to make sure it wasn’t dual climate meant that Luffy was vibrating with excitement by the time that it was fully dark. To which he was sorely disappointed to be told that they’d not be docking by the port tonight so as to not scare any of the townspeople. So they’d dropped anchor a few miles away behind a small forest. Nami was smart as well as pretty, and she definitely knew her stuff when it came to weather and navigation. Mav had made a mental note to ask her about it at some point too. Hell he’d not long got talking with her about her clima-tact before Luffy was yelling something about throwing a party. Something which everyone had cheered their agreement with, so they’d decided to pick up their conversation another time and headed their seperate ways to help prepare for the last minute plan change on request of the captain.

And Maverick had to admit, while drinking in a tavern with your crew was fun. He’d always been more of a fan of drinking while on the ship when they were docked at an island. You had the familiarity of your ship and your friends around you, it was the best company you could ask for with no outside distractions unless distractions came all the way to the dock and onto your ship. Which meant they were more often than not, unwelcome ones.

Of course on Luffy’s request, Sanji had cooked some party food and made drinks, hell the cook could mix cocktails too, which he found absolutely insane. He’d had a full bottle of sake with Zoro, now that the cook wasn’t going to bite his head off from jealousy, and about 5 of the fruity cocktails Sanji had mixed. It was safe to say, he was definitely feeling the buzz. He didn’t really drink all that often anymore, not since he’d been without a crew for two years. But one thing was for sure. Nami, though she could hold her drink far better than a lot of women he’d seen, could definitely do with slowing down, she’d had 8 cocktails and multiple shots and she was slurring, happy as anything and grinning ear to ear. But slurring like hell as she giggled. Mav had sat himself on the sofa in the dining room not far from the table about 5 minutes ago, just to give himself time to get a second wind. But Nami seemed to have other ideas, because she was coming towards him in that tiny black skirt and low cut blouse with intent as she pointed her finger at him. She’d been wearing it all day, but it didn’t mean he’d gotten used to it at all. It was a silk red blouse with short sleeves that fitted her frame perfectly, and the black skirt well- it wasn’t tiny , but it was skin tight and kept riding up her thighs and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t having a hard time keeping his eyes off her legs.

“Now you- you’re gunna stay with us for a little while aren’t you? We could make so much money with you making weapons on the ship.” She exclaimed happily, an arm wrapping around his shoulder as she sat herself down in his lap as if she was a bride ready to be carried off to bed. Mav couldn’t help the way his brows rose at her before he was leaning back laughing. Someone is definitely feeling a little bit more relaxed than usual, in a room full of her crew too.

“That’s why you want me around isn’t it? I’m the new money making scheme.” He smiled as he  watched her tilt her head back happily as she grinned innocently, even as her fingers played with the collar at the back of his shirt. Nami… what are you doing?

“You’re okay I guess, and the cats, I like the cats. But we should cut a deal, Joy. You make the weapons and I sell them? I’d even say we go 50/50 with the profits.” She hummed as she wiggled her eyebrows at him.

“No deal, sweetheart. How can I buy anything nice with only half the profit. What if I wanted to buy a friend something expensive? I’d be short because you’d have my money.” Mav chuckled as he flicked her knee playfully. He knew he’d drank a fair bit but definitely not as much as Nami, because the woman definitely wouldn’t be sat on his knee like this if she wasn’t drunk. He didn’t exactly want to shove her off though, he was very conscious of the position she’d put him in, and he wasn’t going to lay a hand on her. Not because he couldn’t control himself, of course he could, he wasn’t an animal. Well- not in that sense. But he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, he knew if he even rested his hand on her knee he’d start circling his thumb fondly, he’d want to knead the tension out of her calf if he put a hand on her leg- or her shoulder. No, he had one hand on the arm of the chair and the other firmly hooked in one of his belt loops. It wasn’t just that either, he knew it likely wouldn’t make her uncomfortable, but he didn’t want to lay anything on her too thickly- he’d feel like he was leading her on and he’d be riddled with guilt for it.

Nami slid down a little further into his lap then, her free hand coming to rest on his bare chest where his shirt was undone as she seemed to level him with a look. “Who are you buying expensive gifts for, huh?” She said softly as she smiled at him. “Is it a lady?”

Mav chuckled quietly and- fucking hell she’s really a lot closer than what I thought she was. He opened his mouth to say something before that hand that had been playing with the back of his collar left as slender fingers pushed their way up into his hair at the nape of his neck. He was glad Brook had started playing music because god - he groaned. There was nails scratching against his scalp as that hand delved deeper. “Nami-“ He choked out, suppressing a shiver. “I think you’ve maybe had a little bit more than you think, let me get you some water.” 

“Don’t tell me what to do-“

“I wasn’t- just offering.” He stuttered as those nails dragged back down and he felt his pulse quicken beneath his skin, that hand that was on his chest was moving too, up to his collarbone, around his neck, beneath his shirt. Mav looked out into the room then, trying to catch the attention of anyone, someone had to help him. See that Nami was a little too far gone, see how trapped he was. He found Zoro watching him with a smirk and the swordsman looked as though he snorted even as Mav tried to signal for help with his eyes. Zoro could tell what was going on, but apparently was just content to watch him suffer. Bastard, help me!

“Are you gay?” Namis question snapped him out of his plea attempt as he focused back in on the woman, who’s face was now only inches from his own, looking a little unsure and hesitant, maybe even a little sad. No no, we can’t have that.

“What? No, I’m Bi- why are you looking like that?” Mav asked gently, and against his better judgment, the hand that had been hooked in his belt loop was cupping Namis face as he looked at her with worry. “Why do you look sad?” He asked more pointedly as Nami seemed to let out a sigh.

“I’m not sad, it’s just- you don’t react the way other guys do when there’s a woman sat in their lap.” Nami said with a huff and Mav cocked a brow.

“You mean I have self control and respect? Surely I’m not the only one.” Mav smiled at Nami knowingly and the woman rolled her eyes playfully, even as Maverick rubbed his thumb over her cheek affectionately. He couldn’t help himself, Nami may not have been a fighter, not like some of the others on the crew, but she was as tough as nails regardless. Empathetic, and softer than she let on, it was obvious if you paid close enough attention. Blatant actually, the evidence was right there when she’d came to check on him earlier in the week. He didn’t want her being upset, didn’t want her feeling down on herself at all.

“Of course not, but even the good ones look, but you haven’t, not once tonight- I don’t know whether to be insulted by it at this point . ” Nami said bluntly and Maverick let out a low laugh as he wet his lower lip with the flick of his tongue, this woman is going to be the death of me. Don’t say anything stupid- don’t say anything stupid.  

“Nami, trust me.” Mav said lowly before he leaned in a little closer to speak into her ear. “I have looked. ” What happened to not saying anything stupid you idiot!

Maverick nearly passed away right there on the couch at the smile that earned him as Nami practically preened from his admission. Apparently that was exactly what she wanted to hear. Fuck me- I need to get her off me, I need to go to bed. “Oh? So do you like what you see?”

“Nami…” Maverick warned lowly as those nails scratched at his back softly but ever so suggestively, he had to swallow as she somehow shuffled herself further into his lap, before she took his hand off her face and put it on her thigh. Oh god, her skin is so soft, no Mav- she’s drunk, no- “Nami, why are you doing this?” He asked quietly.

“Doing what?” She asked with a mask of innocence, but Mav could see the mischief in her eyes. He could see heat there too, it was so unguarded and obvious, so blatant, he felt himself dig his nails into the arm of the chair. 

“You know what- or do you want me to say it?” He sighed out as nails scratched at his scalp again deliciously, his lids feeling a little heavier. He was losing, whatever game she was playing, he was losing dreadfully.

“Say it.” She smirked as that hand that had been on his chest climbed the side of his neck, fingers tracing the edge of his jaw as he dropped his gaze to her mouth where that playful smirk still sat. 

Mav wet his lips again as he forced himself to look Nami in the eyes as he spoke. He wasn’t going to give her what she wanted, not in this state. Not when he could smell the alcohol on her breath, hear the slur in her words. Not when she wasn’t in her right mind. “Why are you trying to get me to admit that you’re gorgeous, you already know you are-why are you trying to get me hot under the collar, sweetheart?” He didn’t mean for his voice to come out as rough as it had, but Nami seemed to arch her back towards him as he spoke, not a lot, but ever so slightly. It was maddening . It made him want to pick her up and carry her to her room, make her back arch off her bed as he pressed his mouth to her skin, tasting her, pleasing her. Stop it, stop it, stop it - think of something else.

Nami hummed as she smiled cheekily at his quiet words, the hand that was tracing his jaw gliding back down his neck ever so slowly as she traced the outline of his Adam’s apple with the faintest scrape of her nail. “Because it’s nice to feel wanted… and maybe-“ Nami shifted in his lap again and Mav gripped her thigh a little tighter as heat rolled into the pit of his belly. “Maybe, I want to feel it .”  She whispered as if it was a secret and Maverick felt something hot and fierce grip him in a choke hold as heat flooded his system, he was stood half a second later, picking Nami up bridal style as he did so before he turned around and dropped her back on the couch. The woman looked absolutely stunned as she stared up at him. God woman you have no idea how hard you’re making this, I can’t- I want you but I can’t…

“Not tonight. You wicked little minx, I’ll see you in the morning.” He rumbled softly before pressing a kiss to her hair as he walked out of the dining room. Because if he didn’t- he was walking out with her. If he didn’t, he’d have give her exactly what she wanted, she could feel it all night , as much as she wanted, over and over again. He had to get out of there, fuck i need a smoke… maybe even a bloody hot shower too now, thankyou very much, Nami. That is not going to leave my mind anytime soon.

Mav took the long way around to get back out on deck, he went around the back of the ship to try and get some air. He needed to clean his mind out, needed to not go near anymore alcohol for the rest of the night, and stay clear of Nami too. Maybe he could pester Sanji for a cigarette. He needed a distraction, something to taste- because his mind was wandering now and he was not going to take the woman to bed on a whim. He’d done one night stands before, but never with a crew he was traveling with. Zoro and Sanji hardly counted, they were a couple inviting him into their own bed- more or less just for the thrill of it, it wasn’t the same thing. One night stands were good for when you were on an island and you’d never likely see them again. But he didn’t want that from her, he wanted her like a insatiable craving, and he knew if he had her once it would never ever be enough. If that was all she wanted from him though, then he’d have to steer clear of her for a good while until she found someone else to take her to bed. Or he’d move on… when they wanted rid of him. Which he sort of hoped wasn’t soon. He was enjoying spending time with this crew. But then again, maybe it was pointless, developing any feelings at all for the ships Navigator. Or any of the rest of them, especially if he wasn’t staying. It’s not like he was part of the crew.

“What you doing out here, Gingerbread?” Zoro’s voice greeted him, and Mav could tell straight away the asshole was smirking. He turned around to see his old friend and Sanji, the blonde with his arm slung over the Swordsman’s shoulder looking a little flushed. Sanji’s had one too many as well then.

“What do you think?” He said as he managed half a smile as he leaned on the railing and sighed.

“Nami was really hanging off you earlier huh, why’d you leave her alone on the couch like that? A little mean Mav, she obviously wanted your attention.” Sanji said with a point as he slurred softly. The cook was frowning at him disapprovingly, but of course he would be, hell he would be too if he didn’t know the full story and had seen someone leave a woman in the lurch like he just had.

“Sometimes you gotta be cruel to be kind, Sanji. The alcohol has her…er, not in her right mind.”

“Yeah… I’ve never seen her all over someone like that. She’ll wrap blokes round her finger and leave them hanging to get money out of them but she was really laying it on thick.” Zoro cocked a brow at him and Sanji let out a snort.

“It’s not like she asked to Jump into bed with him, Marimo.” 

There was a stiff silence then as Mav stood a little straighter before he cleared his throat. “Can we talk about something else- maybe give me a cig too-“ Mav said as he scratched at the back of his neck and Sanji opened his box of cigarettes aiming it at Mav as Zoro just blinked at him. He leaned in close to Sanji as he lit his own cigarette off of the one already lit, hanging from the cook’s mouth.

“Holy shit- she did, didn’t she, she asked you to take her to bed, I know she was considering it but damn...” Zoro said with wide eyes as Mav let out a huge plume of smoke as Sanji started gaping. She was considering it?- What? But how could he deny it?   That’s essentially what she had done, that had clearly been her plan, and now he was stood out here rubbing at his temples being reminded of that fact. When he could quite easily be half way back to her room right now, mouth on her neck and shoulders making her flush as he carried her in his arms. I bet she tastes just as sweet as she smells. Mav heard himself groan as his thoughts wandered again.

“I came out here to clear my head- you guys are not helping. She’s drunk and I’m definitely not sober, the only person I’m taking to bed is myself.” Mav said with finality even if his voice did crack a bit as a hiccup made its way up his throat. 

Sanji clearly didn’t get the memo though, because the next words out of the cooks mouth were blunt, and far too accurate. “But you do want to though, you really want too.” His tone was playful as he took another puff on his cigarette and Mav felt some of his composure snap.

“Of course I want to, you guys are great but- you think I’d rather be out here talking to you both? When I could have my face buried between those fucking thighs -“   Mav hissed before he cut himself off and he felt his eyes go wide at what had just slipped out of his mouth.“Holy fuck, I need to go to bed- I gotta go.” So he started walking, he didn’t wait to see what either of the two men’s faces were like as he stumbled his way toward the door he’d not long came out of, only for the redhead in question to slam the thing open and fix him with a furious frown. “Oh fuck- Nami-“

“Don’t Nami me, I wasn’t done with you.” She said as she came at him, finger pressing into his chest accusingly as he was backed up against the railing, and fucking hell- she’s so hot when she’s pissed off. “How could you just leave me there-“

“Because you’re drunk- because I’m drunk. Because I can’t-“

“Oi, Nami get off his back. He doesn't feel great, idiots drank too much.” Zoro rounded the corner then, finally trying to come to his rescue with the cook still in tow beside him. Might be a little too late for that Zoro, appreciate the effort though.

“That’s a lie. You should be on my side Zoro, we’re Nakama. He’s not- he’s not…”

“Gee thanks for the reminder.” Maverick frowned at the woman stood in front of him as she scowled back at him. “Really know how to make a guy feel wanted.”

“I didn’t mean it like that, you’re just pissing me off! You keep running away from me like I have some kind of disease!” Nami yelled at him, getting right up in his face this time as she grabbed one side of his collar and Mav didn’t even see Zoro trying to pull Nami away, didn’t register Sanji trying to calm the woman down before he levelled her with a look.

He let out a growl then as she pressed her forehead against his. This fucking witch, don’t you dare play the victim card here- acting like you’re hard done by. You could have any man from any fucking island- you have no right to- you can’t always get what you want Nami. “You know damn well that’s not why I left- but you want my attention that bad? Fine.” Mav picked her up then, and she screeched as he flung her over his shoulder holding her by her legs, her ass facing the night sky where she was bent over his shoulder and hanging down his back, and she hammered against his back with her fists. 

“Put me down- put me down you asshole!“

“I’m putting you to fucking bed woman.” Maverick growled, not that Nami was paying attention whatsoever. Or could hear him over Zoro’s roaring laughter as Mav kicked the door open and stormed back into the ship. 

“I swear to god Maverick, when you put me down-“

“What are you going to do, Nami? Test my patience even more? I’m already at my wits end here-“

“Wits end from what? Stop acting like you actually want me when it’s clear that you don’t-“ That comment made some part of his resolve snap. Because it was irrevocably, blatantly, false.

Maverick pulled her down then, down over his shoulder till her feet hit the floor, and the second her feet hit the floor he had her pinned against the wall. His breath ragged as he stared at her, arms braced either side of her face as she looked at him with wide eyes. The shock was apparent even if she held no fear of him, despite the fact she couldn’t meet his gaze. “Look at me.” He breathed. “Nami, look at me.” He growled as he sucked in breath after breath, thankful that he’d threw his half smoked cigarette over the railing before he’d stormed inside with her. He felt his face crease as he teetered on the edge of self control, he wanted her, he wanted her so much it hurt. “I want you- Nami, look at the fucking state of me. I want you… Just not like this .”  

Nami let the words sink in then as she finally understood what the man meant, his eyes were pleading as he looked at her, his brow slightly furrowed and his chest heaved as he panted into the air between them. She could see the strain in his jaw, see the tendons in his neck pulled taunt as the muscles in his forearms flared as he balled his hands into fists at either side of her head.

“Oh.” She didn’t know what to say, it was probably the alcohol making her slow but just because she’d drank didn’t mean she was any less serious about what she wanted. But maybe she could understand why he didn’t want to go too far right this moment. Why he’d been so careful, so controlled. The entire week and a bit- the whole time he’s been here! Especially when she knew he wasn’t sober either and yet she still… had to ask. Just for a little bit. “Can you- show me…” She said softly as she looked up at him, putting both hands on his chest where his shirt hung open. She splayed her fingers out gently, and she could feel his heart hammering beneath his ribs, is this because of me? His heart is racing… “Not too much, just a little- can you show me. I don’t know if I- I believe you...” She blushed when he blinked at her in disbelief, because that was so hard to say out loud. That she wasn’t quite sure she believed him, wasn’t quite sure that she was as desirable as what he made out just now. She knew she was beautiful, of course she knew that- but she wasn’t immune to moments of doubt, and he might have not meant to, but his control- his respect for her, the fact he hadn’t leered or put his hands on her like she’d have expected. It knocked her confidence a bit- and she knew it was stupid! She hated it when men did any of those things- but it didn’t mean the attention didn’t make her realise that she must look good, it made her feel powerful and pretty.

“Nami… I never meant to make you feel like you weren’t- you’re lovely . You’re- fuck Nami, you better stop doing that.” Mav dropped his head as he let out a heavy breath before Nami felt the weight of the man’s forehead resting on her shoulder as her nails scraped against the back of his neck on repeat and she couldn’t stop doing it, she just couldn’t bring herself to stop- and then he groaned. The sound was so deep and raw that she gasped as heat pooled between her legs. It was strange, she wasn’t a virgin, she’d not been with many men but she knew her way around them well enough. But she’d never been so weak in the knees from just hearing one groan before. 

She was still going, nails still scraping lightly until she felt hot breath against her neck and her breath stuttered, her body arching up into him as her fingers curled to grip onto something, and her nails didn’t just scrape, they dug in, and hard .

 That breath was replaced by lips almost as soon as hands had gripped her hips and hoisted her into the air, it was like she weighed nothing- and she was pinned between the wall and the man’s body, Mavericks shaky hands holding her up, gripping her hips desperately as a hot tongue lapped at her neck- his body pinning her in place as she wrapped her legs around him like it was the most natural thing in the world, like they’d done this a thousand times before. She didn’t realise her eyes had closed as she let out a whimper at the feel of his mouth as he panted into her neck. Lips pressing against her again with hunger, the pressure controlled, but barely restrained until she slipped down the wall slightly.

Her eyes flew open nearly just as quickly as Mavericks head snapped back away from her neck as she let out a choked gasp. His breath hitched, and they just watched eachother for a long second. Because she’d slipped down the wall, just enough- just too much. She could feel it . Feel him… she had no doubt that he could feel her too. Because that hard ridge in his jeans was unmistakable, and it was pressed against her so perfectly. Right down her middle, right where she wanted him.

And she couldn’t help it. The press was too much, too much and not enough all at once. She twitched against him, and Mavericks mouth opened as his lids fluttered. A choked sound leaving his mouth before he dropped her gaze and let his head hang between the as he sucked in a breath. The tension that hung between them was suffocating and Nami desperately wanted to move, she wanted to claw at his back- wanted him to grind into her, press her into the wall right where they were. She ached for him, she wanted rid of these layers, she wanted to feel him properly, feel his skin against hers. Feel how hard he was as he pressed against her heat, feel how wet she was making his cock as he slid against her to tease them both. God, Maverick. Please- please, I need it, I want you.

But he pulled back. She unhooked her legs from around his waist and she was stood on her own two feet again. There was a hand on her face, on her cheek as she finally looked up. Into blue eyes with pupils blown wide, eyes that were searching her face before Mav leaned in and pressed his lips to the top of her head before he let go. She watched him leave, watched him walk down the hall to the men’s bunk room with such rigidity that she knew if she so much as called his name then there wouldn’t be a second chance. Because they wouldn’t be able to stop again. Not after that, not after that little bit. A little taste of what she could possibly have.

Maverick slammed the bathroom door shut and locked it, tearing at his clothes as he turned the shower on to the hottest he could get it. And it burned his skin as he stepped under the stream of water but he didn’t care, he could taste Nami on his tongue, the somehow sweet salt of her sweat, the scent of her perfume. The feel of her pressed against him- he had himself in hand quicker than he’d ever like to admit to as he remembered how she’d felt when she twitched against him. The way her breath had caught- he knew the woman had been flirting with him back and forth. But this. Tonight was too much, he wanted her. Good god he wanted her. He wondered for a second if she’d maybe went back to her room… maybe she was doing the same thing he was. Touching herself to quell the ache, the heat…sliding her fingers beneath the hem of her skirt-

Oh fuck-

He bit down on his knuckles, braced against the wall of the shower as he slammed into his release. His vision going fuzzy for a split second as he panted into the back of his hand, seeing the indents from his teeth where he’d bitten down, and it felt good- so fucking good- but fucking hell that’s- embarrassing- was that- that was barely over a minute. Christ Mav, you need to get it together. It’s a good job you didn’t take her to bed you’d have been the world's biggest disappointment…

But at least his head felt a little clearer now, he didn’t feel as tense as he had done, nowhere near as uptight and on edge. He washed himself quickly, making sure to get any evidence off the wall too- because that is not a conversation I want to have with anyone - before he got out and dried off. He was drying his hair with the hair dryer when his mind started drifting away again, not to unsavoury places anymore, but just to the woman in general.

It’s only been a little over a week? Why am I like this? Attraction is one thing, but I’m actually starting to like the woman- after a week. You’re not a teenager, you shouldn’t get this invested in people so quickly. But then again… I fell just as quick for Ace, but I was younger then, didn’t go into that relationship properly, hell, neither of us did. But at least we were part of the same crew, the thought of eventually having to leave was never something that hung in the air like it does now. I just- I don’t want to hurt her. Or myself actually… 

Zoro didn’t know how the hell they’d got here if he was honest, the cook had got a little carried away with the cocktails that he’d been making, that much was obvious. But the blonde had practically dragged him back to the kitchen for another drink before those blue eyes were boring into him with a silent question. One Zoro couldn’t refuse.

He was just glad that Franky had managed to get the sound proofing sorted because right in this second, with the cook on his knees in front of where he sat on the sofa, the groan that fell from his mouth was far from quiet. Sanji’s mouth was wrapped around him so perfectly, the cook's hand holding him firm as that blonde head of hair bobbed up and down. It was sloppy, they’d both drank a fair bit. But fuck it was perfect, the perfect pressure and pace- spit was dripping down his balls and the inside of his thighs- Sanji was moaning around him like he’d never tasted anything as good in his life. That blue eye was trained on him too, never looking away from him even through the clouded haze of lust, and that heat that swarmed them both through the connection. It was intoxicating to a whole other level.

Fuck Sanji- You look so good-

“I’m not gunna last cook-” He managed to breath the words out as he tipped his head back against the backrest, tightening his fingers in blonde strands as he rolled his hips up into that maddening heat before he realised it was the other mans mouth- he didn’t want to choke the Cook. Regardless of how much the man pissed him off. “Sorr-”

Don’t- keep going Marimo

“What?” Zoro had to blink as he looked down at Sanji beneath heavy lids as he twitched in the mans mouth, that wicked tongue lapping at him even when the cooks head wasnt moving.

No gag reflex remember- fuck my face you big brute

He sucked in a breath as that thought hit him on a bolt of dire want. Because shit- Sanji really wanted him to do it, he could feel it, feel that want like a hunger gnawing at his insides. A craving that could so easily be quelled if he just- he rolled his hip up slowly, felt his cock slide past the very back of Sanji’s mouth and slightly into the mans throat as the blonde relaxed his jaw. Felt his own mouth fall open despite the fact he couldn’t make a fucking sound, because jesus fucking christ-

That feels- fuck- that is something else- are you- sure?

Zoro, please- trust me I can take it- I… I like it

That did it. Because he could feel Sanjis arousal slam into him fully as he thrust up with a little more aggression, and something finally clicked for him. Sanji didn’t just enjoy giving head, not like he did, he was getting off on it. Each thrust up into his mouth, the harder he fucked up- into Sanjis throat the more that heat was pooling. Sanjis mouth was opened wide around him, jaw lax and eyes squeezed shut, there was spit and drool leaking from his mouth, squelching with each thrust. Each tug on blonde hair- every snap of his hips earning him a choked off moan as tears started to prick at the corners of Sanjis eyes. The man looked disheveled, but Zoro could feel it. Every fucking thrust scratched some sort of itch in the cooks brain, made his blonde dizzy with arousal, he could feel Sanji aching. 

You’re close-

The realisation hit him at the same time the cooks orgasm did, and he was riding out his own the next second on a shout as he rutted into that perfect mouth, high on the fact that Sanjis hands were both grabbing at his ass- his cook had came, from sucking him off, untouched- in his own fucking pants. His vision went black as he felt his cock pulsing into the tight walls of the other mans throat and he felt his entire body ignite, every nerve ending for a moment lighting up like a firework. 

He only registered his own low groan when he felt that loss of warmth and managed to stop the sound falling out of him by closing his mouth. He couldn’t focus, he couldn’t fucking see.

I can’t- i can’t see I

You’re fine Marimo- you’re okay, blink for me

Sanji’s voice was lovely in his head, raw and utterly fucked but reassuring. He did as he was told, getting some colours back for his efforts, then shapes as he finally managed to make out the silhouette of the blonde crouched between his legs. Sanji coughed, cleared his throat, then there were hands squeezing at his hips. He could finally see the blonde in detail, face red and eyes damp as he flexed his jaw before smiling up at him with mischief dancing in that ocean blue eye.

“You blacked out, seaweed. You alright?” Sanji’s voice… it was nearly gone. 

“Am I- Sanji, your voice-” He tried to sit up, concern spiking in him but immediately was hit with dizziness that had him bracing on the blonde's shoulders where he was still knelt. “What the fuck did you do to me, have you sucked my soul out?”

That earned him a wheezing laugh as the blonde stood up and came and sat next to him on the sofa, a kiss was pressed into his temple as he was dragged back to relax against the cushions, pants still around his ankles and all. “I’m fine Marimo, nothing a herbal tea wont fix- and no, you just came so hard you passed out for a second. It happens.” Sanji let out a quiet huff beside him as hands came up to card through his hair. “But it can be disorienting. You’re good, Zoro.” 

Alright… that was good cook, more than good. I’m just gunna rest my eyes for second 

Alright Marimo. 

Zoro just smiled at the fond amusement that filled him as he closed his eyes.

okay maybe the boys had a little fun at the end of the night too 😅

Chapter Text

We’re back 🥰

They finally dock at the small town of ‘Folly’ on their recently spotted island.

The next morning, Sanji actually spent the day away from Zoro. Not because the Marimo had pissed him off or anything, but because they needed to head into town to grab supplies. Plus Sanji couldn’t be mad at the Marimo, not after last night, despite waking up with a headache. To wake up beside Zoro where they’d both spent the entire night asleep on the couch sat up wasn’t ideal, they were both stiff as boards. But the fact the Marimo had fell asleep with his pants still around his ankles before Sanji had even draped the blanket over them both made him chuckle to himself. Hell he couldn’t be mad at Zoro, even if he desperately needed a shower and to throw nearly all of his clothes immediately in the washing machine upon waking up because he’d apparently enjoyed last night as much as the swordsman. Dry and still slightly tacky cum was basically stained on the inside of his pants and he felt disgusting- but he’d handled it, after he’d kissed the idiot awake and told him to pull his fucking pants up.

The shower he had was quick so he could prepare a light breakfast for everyone, and a small amount of lunch for Zoro and Brook, since they were the only two staying on the ship today. Everyone else said they’d be eating out for lunch. He took them for their word, but did make some extra sandwiches and such just incase, and headed into town. Still a little annoyed that Mav had clearly left the ship without any breakfast, the only sign the man had been in the kitchen this morning being a clean coffee cup on the draining board and Luffy’s word that Mav had told him he was heading out early, but would be back tonight.

So he had the ladies for company as they walked into town, the townspeople had suprisingly been more than happy to see them, despite them obviously being pirates. The dock workers had greeted them with intrigue and bright smiles as had the few fishermen who were getting ready to head out on their boats, and though they all knew better than to let their guard down, It was a refreshing change.

 The sky was crisp blue and near cloudless as they walked the cobbles, Sanji lit up a cigarette and smoked quietly as Robin and Nami discussed what sort of shops they would find, Robin particularly interested in finding a library to get some more information on the island. Franky had went off to buy materials, or so he had said and Usopp and Luffy were god knows where, hopefully not causing too much trouble. Chopper had insisted on going to a local pharmacy to ask about the wildlife and medicines on this island so he’d tagged along with Franky to explore.

Sanji wondered if the others had noticed it too, the streets were alive with colour, especially as they entered the main strip, rows of shops lined either side of a wide cobbled road with a small fountain at the centre. Streamers of red and gold crisscrossed over their heads, twisting between street lamps and rooftops like tangled ribbons. People were hanging out of shop fronts, some out of their second floor windows hanging red lanterns patterned with gold, some detailing the sea waves and others just with simple hearts. The lanterns seemed to sway in the breeze, waiting for nightfall when they’d surely glow like fireflies.

The air smelled of sweet pastries as they walked by a picturesque bakery with a rosy red painted door and window. They all paused at the window before peering in, Sanji hummed thoughtfully at the various tarts and cakes on display, further in they appeared to have freshly baked bread too. I haven’t baked any bread in a while…but what’s with all the decorations? Are we interrupting something by being here?

Nami seemed to read his mind as she turned her attention to the streamers above their heads. “Somethings coming up.” She mused, eyes dragging downward towards another shop across the street that was pulling out a small stand with carved wooden masks, all painted brightly and thoughtfully with varying exaggerated expressions- from wide grins to playful winks.

Robin followed Namis line of sight and saw the masks. “A festival, most likely.” She hummed curiously. “The faces… they remind me of old depictions of jesters, or trickster deities.”

Sanji didn’t fight the chuckle that left him as he watched two children run past, chasing each other with masks held up to their faces laughing loudly. “A whole festival for clowns? Sounds like Luffy’s sorta town.”

Nami gave him a confused look for a second before she laughed behind her hand a little. “Not that kind of fool, Sanji.” Always pretty, but somehow prettier when she’s smiling… but then again-

same rule applies for Zoro- not pretty but-

I feel like I’ve caught half a thought here because that sounded like an insult.

Get out of my head Moss for brains, it wasn’t anything bad- i just like looking at you…

Sanji ignored the quiet amusement that filtered to him as he shifted his attention from Nami to Robin. Robin smiled before she dragged her attention away from the masks across the street, tilting her head at him sweetly. “Actually, depending on the origin it is possible the word ‘fool’ doesn’t have the same connotations here. In some cultures the fool isn’t just a jester, but someone unbound by rules- a symbol of freedom.”

Nami crossed her arms beside them as she looked around, seemingly looking for something as she took a step back from the bakery front and turned slowly on the spot. Sanji watched her carefully as he tilted his head. “What do you think, Nami-san?”

Nami tapped her chin before a smile tugged at her lips as she stared back toward the bakery shop window, something apparently catching her eye. Sanji realised she was looking slightly past the window at something nestled beside the building, snug between the bakery and the shop beside it. A shrine. “If I had to guess, this whole festival might be dedicated to someone specific.” Sanji edged closer to Nami with Robin before they all walked over to the shrine, a grinning figure etched into the stone there mid bow with a gun at his hip and a jester hat hanging from his hand. There wasn’t an inscription however, but it didn’t stop Robin humming with intrigue as she tapped her chin.

“A local legend, perhaps?” Robin mused thoughtfully.

Before they could speculate further, an elderly woman chuckled from the doorway of the bakery, eyes bright and lively at their obvious curiosity. “I see you’ve found our dear Pierro.” 

Sanji didn’t try to stop his brow from rising. “Pierro?”

The woman wiped her hands on her apron, the flour turning the bright red material a rosy pink as she leaned forward conspiratorially. “He’s the spirit of the island, a patron of sorts, or at least- he’s our patron of love, laughter and mischief.” She nodded towards the shrine. “Every year at the end of June, we hold the festival of the fool in his honour. He was once a pirate, full of mischief and charm- always laughing and smiling. He fell in love with our towns founder and never truly left, even after death.” 

Sanji barely registered what the woman was saying as his head swam, just what type of island have we ended up on here? He turned to the ladies then and watched as Robin's lip curled into an intrigued smile.

“A pirate turned spirit?” Robin tapped her cheek with her finger in thought.

The old woman grinned. “Not just any pirate. Our Pierro was a trickster, he had a laugh that could shake the heavens and a heart big enough to match. He believed in adventure, taking chances, in freedom and the kind of foolishness that leads to great things- especially love.”

Sanji couldn’t help but click his tongue at that. “An old romantic then.”

The woman chuckled. “Oh, absolutely. But also a menace.” She said pointedly shook her head almost fondly as she nodded to the decorations. “Pierro isn’t the type of spirit that you pray too, he’s the kind that comes to you, whether you like it or not. Outsiders aren’t immune to his antics either, the festival is for everyone, and Pierro does love a good prank.”

Robin tilted her head as she took in the old woman, Sanji couldn’t help but notice a very real glint of interest in Robins eyes. Though he couldn’t quite figure out why. “You speak of him as though he’s truly still here, rather than just a legend.” Robin said. Sanji couldn’t deny the statement either, their archeologist was spot on with her observation as always.

“That’s because he is.” The woman laughed warmly, waving them into her shop as she stepped back through the door. “This isn’t just a folktale. Pierro is real.” She nodded to herself, sounding so certain that Sanji had to assume the woman was simply going senile in her old age. “We always put up the banners early, his arrival isn’t set in stone. It’s always around the end of June- sometimes it’ll be the last week, others the first day in July. It’s always different. But he always brings a little chaos and mischief, laughter and love, and oh how he adores playing matchmaker. Always had a keen eye for love in all it’s forms, even before he fell for Nesta, that’s what they say.” The woman smiled knowingly. Reaching beneath the counter and tilting her head at some of her bakes before cutting three slices of what looked to be vanilla cheesecake and plating then up, Sanji eyed the cheesecake with interest as he took in the rich texture of the base and the pale cream marbling that seemed to run through each slice. The woman put a fork on each plate before she waved at them to take a plate. “Vanilla and white chocolate, go ahead. Free of charge, it was one of the founders' favourite things to bake so I like all visitors to try it if they do pass through.” 

Sanji put his hand out, to politely refuse- the woman was sweet. Far too sweet. He wasn’t going to allow her to not take payment for this, not when each item was clearly baked with care. “I’ll pay for them, I insist.” He pulled out the berri from his pocket, enough to cover all three plates as he glanced at the price next to the cheesecake and placed it on the counter, before he handed each plate to Nami and Robin respectively. The ladies had sat themselves down on one of the small tables within the bakery, lining the side wall. Sanji took a seat at the separate table beside them, tucked just behind Robin as he placed his own slice of cheesecake in front of him and turned his attention back to the woman now behind the counter. “So your island has a spirit that walks around pulling pranks and playing matchmaker, but… how?” Sanji didn’t know how else to word his question, it didn’t make any sense, it had to be a sort of ghost.

The woman chuckled as she poured herself a cup of tea, her eyes crinkling fondly. “Nobody really knows how, but he’s not a ghost- not even really a spirit in that sense either. It’s more his essence, a part of his soul that is attached to the island, he’s rooted in our town’s history through Nesta Folly, the founder.” Explains the name of the town at least. The woman looked wistful for a moment before she continued. “He came to the island, to our town, for the first time when it was first founded. Fell so hard for Nesta that he could never truly leave. He always came back after that first time, every year. That’s why he still comes back even now.” 

Sanji paused as he cut into the cheesecake with his fork, this legend, this didn’t sound like anything they’d encountered before. It was strange, it didn’t sound dangerous, didn’t sound malicious, it was heartfelt. Maybe even a little sad. He could tell Nami and Robin were just as intrigued as he was though, they both were looking at the old woman with bated breath and wistful curiosity. It would never fail to surprise Sanji how many islands they had visited; they always seemed to find something new. Wonder what the Marimo would make of all this? He doesn’t seem the romantic type.

Thinking about me, cook?

Sanji didn’t stop the corners of his mouth tugging up. Because when did that start happening? Whenever he thought of the green haired bastard it was accompanied by this affection. It seemed to be happening more and more. Or had it always been there in its own weird way? Maybe, but this softness, was it becoming a regular occurrence? Must be this island's weirdly romantic history making him act out of sorts, softer than usual, that was all. 

Maybe. 

Miss my ass that much, Curly?

I wasn’t thinking about your ass you Neanderthal, just learning some of the islands history in town… my mind wandered. That’s all.

Sanji forced himself to zone back in on the conversation then, Robin had asked a few more questions and the old woman seemed more than happy to answer them. She took a sip from her tea before she eventually spoke up again. 

“Every year he would come back for the festival, it started out as just a festival to celebrate the island’s founding. But he’d always come back around this time every year- spend his time making people laugh, playing tricks, spend time with Nesta. But at the end of every celebration, Nesta would meet him at the docks.” 

“And send him back to sea…” Robins gaze visibly softened at that and Sanji let out a breath even as he chewed on the delightfully rich cheesecake. Of course she sends him back to sea, he was a pirate- god-why are so many love stories sad.

“Exactly. ‘You’ve had your fun, you fool,’ she would tell him. ‘Now go, adventure and the sea is calling.’ Pierro may have been a fool for love, but he was still a pirate. Nesta knew the sea was in his blood, she never tried to keep him here.”

Sanji watched as Nami seemed to go quiet, her expression faltering from wonder to quiet sadness. “That’s rather sad, that they only got to see each other once a year.”

“Oh my dear, it wasn’t like that for their whole lives.” The bakers eyes twinkled then as she let out a quiet laugh. “One year, after she was sure the town was strong enough to stand on its own, and after one too many goodbyes. She met him on the docks, and instead of sending him away, she stepped onto his ship.”

Sanji watched Robins gaze sharpen at that, and he felt something warm swell in his own chest as well. Damn maybe I’m an old romantic too, Jesus. 

“They got their happy ending eventually.” Sanji smiled as the old woman nodded, her eyes crinkling at the corners from years of smiling and laughing.

“That they did, and every year, Pierro comes back, because he wouldn’t be Pierro if he didn’t. Even now, long after their deaths.” The woman pulled out a spray bottle from one of the cupboards behind the counter and sprayed it onto the counter top. “You’ll sometimes see Nesta too, towards the end of the festival. Waiting for him at the docks. They’re both long gone- it’s been hundreds of years- but their story doesn’t end… even death couldn’t stop that, their love for one another was too strong.”

A quiet settled over them all then as they contemplated the weight of it all, it was a lot to take in. But despite himself, Sanji couldn’t stop the chuckle that left his mouth as he tipped his head up towards the older woman. “So you’re telling me even after death, Pierro still shows up to throw a party every year?”

That weight lifted in an instant as the old woman let out a soft delighted laugh. “What else would you expect from Pierro?”

“Sounds like he’d get along with our crew just fine.” Robin smiled. “Then I suppose we’ll be seeing him sooner rather than later.”

The white haired woman only smiled. “Oh, my dear… I imagine he’s already watching and got mischief prepared for you all.”

The walk around town after their stop at the bakery was just as good as the cheesecake had been. Sanji managed to stock up on a lot of basics they needed for the kitchen and would likely come back tomorrow for another load of things, they bumped into Luffy and Usopp as they wandered and realised that the Bakery they’d been in earlier was actually called ‘The Foundry’ Sanji suspected it had to have something to do with the towns founder- Nesta. The old woman had hinted that she had been a baker back inside the shop, the shop itself did look slightly older than the rest of the town, the brickwork still solid, but aged. The crawling ivy that travelled up one side helped solidify that line of reasoning too, because the plant was practically rooted into some of the brickwork.

Luffy and Usopp had of course gone into the bakery and bought food, blueberry muffins to be exact. Despite the fact that Luffy had bought six of them, and ate all six too, Usopp still had to guard his single muffin with his life. Apparently they had been shopping and hadn’t really chatted to many of the locals as they got distracted later by investigating an old watchtower further up the island. Typical, but we can fill them in on the details later.

You coming back, Cook? You bringing me some sake?

Sanji smirked to himself as he walked passing one of the shopping bags off to Usopp as he glanced around to some of the shops before they all headed back to the ship. His eyes fell on what had to be a liquor store towards the edge of the Main Street. He was feeling a little generous, why not?

Only if you say please.

Please?

He let his smirk pull into a genuine smile as he felt affection fuzz right between his ribs at the fact the idiot was using his manners without being sarcastic.

We won’t be long, Marimo.

Lots of plot in this one but oh boy I have so much planned for these two bastards. And Nami and Mav… and Luffy too actually. No spoilers tho.

Chapter Text

I’m kinda trying a slightly different vibe/ style of writing. Not sure if it’s noticeable but let me know if it reads okay

(also tryna write multiple POVs at once in a group setting is a lil tricky but I’m trying my best :’))

A little more plot with a mix of vibes from all of our couples 🥰

The scent of freshly cooked food filled the galley as everyone gathered around the table on the Sunny. Plates were passed around and fiercely guarded from wandering rubber hands, drinks were poured and the usual chatter filled the space. Robin was the first to bring up what they’d learned earlier in the day, her voice smooth and inquisitive as she told everyone about the ‘Festival of the Fool.’ 

Luffy’s face lit up as soon as the word ‘pirate’ had been mentioned, and his interest only intensified as Robin and Nami re-told what they’d learned, to the point he was practically vibrating before stars formed in his eyes. “A pirate who has a whole festival in his honour?!? THAT'S SO COOL!”

Brook chuckled as he tapped his bony fingers against the table thoughtfully. “He sounds like quite the character if they’re still celebrating him after all these years.”

Zoro instinctively looked at Sanji as the cook sipped on his wine, brow cocked as he smirked. He knocked knees with him under the table to get his attention and earned himself a disgruntled frown that turned into a proper frown of annoyance. Because Zoro made sure to keep his smirk as smug as he could. Because he was feeling a little bit like poking the tiger, and he wanted to press his blondes buttons a bit after not seeing him all day.

All that talk of romance today got you thinking of me, huh? You gunna wine, dine and sixty nine me like I deserve?

The reaction was instantaneous. Sanji put his wine glass down as calm as anything before he had Zoro by the collar as that palpable anticipation of a fight sparked between them, mixing in with Zoro’s amusement down their connection at the light flush on Sanji’s cheeks. Because his words might have pissed the blonde off, but they definitely ignited interest too.

“You’re on thin fucking ice-“

“I’m a good swimmer.” Zoro snapped back with a grin as Sanji’s nostrils flared before the blonde was grinning wickedly back, like a wolf about to pounce on his prey. Zoro felt that familiar thrill zap through him as soon as Sanji’s kick landed square in his chest and sent him flying out of his chair.

“Then go cool off in the sea, you perverted algae-“ Zoro took a swing of his own that was blocked before he was dodging another of Sanji’s kicks, his hairs standing on end now. He could feel Sanji’s adrenaline spike and it was still rising, could almost feel the other man’s pulse hammering under his skin. Felt his own mouth water for some reason as his gaze dropped to the column of that pale neck and the hollow of the other man’s collar bone. Then, like a match being struck, arousal joined the mix.

“Rich coming from you, Dartboard.”

“WAIT- STOP IT YOU GUYS THIS IS SERIOUS!” Usopp shouted at them both as they paused, Sanji’s leg mid strike, now literally just being held up by the flat side of Zoro’s sword from where he’d blocked the blow.

“Huh?” They both looked at Usopp with a deadpan expression despite the fact the sniper was now focused back on Nami and Robin.

“You’re saying he still shows up- what happened to him? to this Pierro guy and the Founder?” Usopp wagged his finger at the two women in a demand for answers, and he did not quiver at Namis knowing smirk.

“They died, Usopp. They were around hundreds of years ago.” Nami clarified and Usopp went sickly pale, Zoro couldn’t help but look at the man like he was an idiot and he felt Sanji’s amusement through their link at the same time as the pressure from the cook's leg left his sword. Looking over he saw Sanji chewing on the inside of his cheek trying not to laugh at Usopp as Robin continued.

“Their spirits are said to return every year for the festival, Pierro appears first, playing tricks and spreading love and laughter. And Nesta…” Robin trailed off for a moment and Sanji picked up where she left off.

“Nesta appears at the end, waiting for him at the docks, where they’d always reunite, before they sail off together.” Sanji said as he sat himself back down.

Usopp was looking at Sanji with a barely suppressed shiver, clearly unsettled. “You mean to tell me this town just casually interacts with ghosts every year and they’re completely fine with it?”

Franky laughed, taking a big gulp of his drink before he shook his head. The shipwright had already heard about this all from Robin on their walk back to the ship afterall, and he’d heard a little bit here and there from the townsfolk himself. “They don’t see them as ghosts, bro. The way the townspeople talk about it, it’s like Pierro and Nesta became something else after they died. Something super, something more than just spirits.”

“M-more than ghosts?” Usopp somehow paled further. “that just sounds like a fancy way of saying ‘extra-powerful ghosts!’” Usopp screeched as he started to shake and Nami and the rest of the table started laughing, even when the galley door creaked open and Mav stepped into the room. His hair tied in a messy bun, loose strands falling around his already grinning face. No doubt grinning at the chorus of laughter he’d heard as soon as he’d walked in. 

Nami took him in as he stepped into the room, through laughter creased eyes as she continued to giggle at Usopp. He was wearing those same faded blue jeans he usually did, the borrowed vest streaked with soot, and his arms and hands were smudged with coal dust, not to mention the dark streak across his forehead. But somehow he was still as attractive as ever, while mucky and grimey. His vest, clinging just a little from the sweat, did nothing to hide the broad lines of his shoulders. Or the sculpted, flexing definition of his arms, like the weight of the day sat in every muscle fiber- hot and heavy.

Nami couldn’t look away as he muttered his apologies for being late as he crossed the room, her mouth going a little dry when she clocked a tantalising line of coal dust streaking lazily down from just under his jaw, clinging to the curve of his throat down the strong column of his neck before it settled just under his Adam’s apple. She snapped herself out of it while he was washing his hands in the sink though, felt her cheeks tint pink at the fact she’d been staring. She almost didn’t hear Luffy asking the man where he’d been, or Mavs confirmation that he’d found a forge in town when she looked up to see Sanji looking at her. Not judgingly or smugly like Zoro had been, well maybe a little smugly as a tiny smirk tugged at his lips, but it wasn’t teasing. She averted her eyes immediately. God what is it with men with their blue eyes staring straight through me recently?

“So what’d I miss?” Mav hummed as he took the now suspiciously always empty seat beside Nami. He didn’t miss the light flush on Namis cheeks as he sat down, thinking maybe she’d caught the sun a little while she’d been out in town. When in actual fact the woman was now fighting for her life beside him because he was radiating such heat, along with smelling like metal and sweat- something that made his natural smell all the more intoxicating- that she was nearly starting to sweat from their proximity.

Luffy chimed in with the basics before Robin caught him up on what they had learned. Detailing Pierro and Nestas story while Mav dug into the food Sanji had put in front of him, to which he gave the cook a sincere compliment for, as had become the usual for him. Sanji still smiled at the praise.

“You’re a slut for compliments. I hope you know that, Curly.” Zoro muttered quietly as Sanji shot him a glare. Quiet mirth simmering between them both despite their outward appearance.

Says you, Marimo.

Usopp was talking again, still looking visibly unsettled. “Okay but listen-“ he leaned in slightly over the table. “You’re saying this guy comes back like clockwork every single year? What if- what if the townspeople have been lying this whole time? What if Pierro and Nesta aren’t some mythical spirits, but straight up ghosts, and they’re just too nice to admit it?”

Mav let out a snort. “I think you’re overthinking this Usopp.” 

“Am I?!” Usopp gestured wildly, but Mav was decidedly distracted by his concern that Namis flush hadn’t left, and was wondering if she’d either caught heat stroke or was genuinely getting ill. “They just appear out of nowhere! What if they’re just waiting for an opportunity to drag people to the afterlife?!”

Brook piped up then, his voice full of enthusiasm as usual, saying something about ‘if that’s what they wanted he’d be there first victim since he was already missing his skin.’ Mav didn’t listen properly because despite last night hanging between them, unspoken and unresolved, he was pressing the back of his hand to Namis forehead with a light frown. He could hear the others chattering still as she looked up at him with an almost dazed expression that bordered on confusion before she was batting his hand away. She does feel a little warm.

“Are you alright? You look like you’ve caught the sun a bit-“

“I’m fine-“ she almost stammered over her words at his full attention being on her now, and she was not a shy woman, not at all. But somehow- despite the fact she could be herself too- she still found herself occasionally feeling and acting out of sorts around him. “You just stink, I was trying to be polite and not say anything-“

“Wowwww.” Mav chuckled as he started to grin, she clearly wasn’t sick if she still had an attitude about her, but he couldn’t help but grin at her cheekiness. That was when he noticed that her pupils were dilated as she attempted to give him a look of disgust, and it clicked for him- she wasn’t sick at all. She was just maybe distracted… by him of all things. Something he let himself relish in the feeling of, if only a little, because of the discreet flattery and the way it made his skin prickle in anticipation as his stomach did a little flip. “I think you like the stink really, I think that’s what that blush is for.” He hummed quietly leaning into her side a bit so only she could hear him. It earned him a scoff and an elbow to the ribs, but it made that pink on her cheeks deepen to a rosy shade of red. He knew she was attracted to him, especially after last night, but it was still fun to tease. But then again- he wasn’t even sure if she remembered last night…

Robin chose that moment, between the chatter, to set her fork down. “There was something else I heard too.” She mused, her eyes scanning around the table.

Luffy, still buzzing with excitement leaned forward. Zoro raised one brow as he dragged his attention away from Sanji where he’d been bickering with the cook under his breath. Though he had to admit the cooks foot brushing up and down his calf under the table was rather distracting, he didn’t even think Sanji was doing it on purpose, he was just sat with his legs crossed like he usually did, but he didn’t break contact. Not even for a second. The constant contact was almost soothing… if it wasn’t also sending shivers up into his goddamn thigh.

Let the cook into my pants a few times and that's it now huh? A foot on my calf can now slowly driving me round the fucking bend

I can stop…

Sanji’s voice sounded in his head quietly, amusement obvious but underlined with a flicker of concern and slight hesitation. Clearly finding Zoro’s predicament amusing but caring enough that he was conscious it could be making him uncomfortable too. Zoro felt himself flush pink, it was a different kind of affection, one he wasn’t quite used to.

Don’t you fucking dare

“Some of the townspeople mentioned that Pierro likes to put certain people, who are here for the festival, through ‘Trials.’” Robin finished. 

Usopp nearly dropped his fork as he shook. “Trials?! What kind of Trials?”

That grabbed everyone’s attention, because Sanji had parted ways with the ladies for a short while while he gathered basic supplies. Nami apparently was unaware of this information too as she stopped glaring at Mav and turned her head to Robin. “Apparently he has the uncanny ability to sense certain affections between people, love, attraction- unspoken feelings. He likes nudging people together, and the ‘trials’ seem to be one of the ways he does it. I didn’t get many details- but it’s apparently a rather big part of the festival.”

Sanji paused, cigarette halfway to his lips as he let out a sigh, his foot stopping it’s continuous journey rubbing up and down Zoro’s calf. “I know the old woman at the bakery said he enjoyed playing matchmaker. But I didn’t think it’d be to that sort of degree…”

Franky hummed at that before he gestured to Robin. “So you’re telling me this guy comes back from the dead every year just to mess with people’s love lives?”

Robin chuckled as she nodded. “That’s what it sounds like.”

Brook clasped his hands together as he let out a musical laugh. “Yohohoho~ A ghostly romantic, what a twist.”

Nami leaned back in her chair, an assessing look on her face as she folded her arms under her chest. “I thought the story was cute at first, but I’m not sure I can get behind that.” How does he choose people to take part in the trials? Is there an entry requirement or something? What a weird spirit, how can you sense that sort of thing between people?

Usopp pointed at her accusingly as his nostrils flared. “I TOLD YOU IT WAS CREEPY!” 

“Could be a prize though-“ Mav said thoughtfully before a wicked smirk pulled at his mouth. “We should volunteer Zoro and Sanji for the trials.” He added and received two burning glares as everyone else at the table, bar Nami laughed, Namis eyes were wide though, and he could practically see the Berri signs in them as she grinned. He couldn’t help but snort.

“THERE COULD BE A CASH PRIZE-“ 

“NO FUCKING WAY, WITCH!” Zoro cut her off as he slammed his fist into the table. “And you can piss off too, Rapunzel.” Zoro pointed at Maverick who just sat laughing as he chewed, wiping his mouth briefly against the back of his hand.

Robin let out a quiet giggle before she shook her head. “Apparently, visitors aren’t immune. Outsiders can get roped in.”

That statement alone made the entire crew pause. Then, almost as one, all heads turned in Zoro and Sanji’s direction. Luffy let out a giddy laugh as he grinned. “Shihihihi- Zoro, you and Sanji would totally get picked.”

“I’m not doing any trials with the Marimo.” Sanji said flatly sipping his wine despite the tick in Zoro’s raised brow as a hazel eye honed in on him, not offended… but obviously not pleased by that response. It wasn’t anything against Zoro… not really. But depending on the trials- what if it was something based in a maze? We’d stand no chance with his sense of direction. Or worse- what if I’m forced to go into detail about my past to him?

Franky grinned, resting his elbows on the table. “You scared of a little matchmaking, bro? You’re already together. What difference does it make?”

Sanji let out a snort. It didn’t have anything to do with their relationship, not in that sense anyway. “Please. I’m more conscious of his sense of direction, or lack thereof. What if there was a challenge based around that? There could be a maze on this island-“ 

“What you tryna say, Curly?” Zoro cut him off with a growl, his knee nudging Sanji’s foot away at the same time his lip pulled up to bare his teeth.

“You get fucking lost walking in a straight line, Idiot!” Sanji defended, it’s not my fault you’re directionally challenged!

“I DO NOT-“ Zoro had his hand around Sanji’s tie as he pulled the man’s forehead against his own, because now he was pissed off. Now he wanted a proper fight. Asshole is implying we’d lose a trial because of me, he has no right!

“Yes, you fucking do.” Mav mumbled before Zoro turned his attention to the smithy, about to bite the man’s head off too before Robin put her hand up and coughed.

“Please- Unfortunately I’ve also heard you don’t get to choose if Pierro picks you or not.” Her voice was calm as always, and it did manage to stop Zoro’s anger from flaring more as Luffy, Franky and Usopp continued to snicker.

“Tch.” Zoro grumbled under his breath, folding his arms across his chest with a scowl. “That’s stupid.” Robin just smiled.

Turning her attention to Mav and Nami then, she rested her head in her palm. “Of course, it’s not just couples who get picked. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were both paired up for a trial or two.”

Mav, having just put another piece of pasta in his mouth, choked. Coughing violently as he reached for his drink, Nami's hand found his back, but with no urgency as she tapped it to pretend she was helping him, all the while glaring at him. But Mavs mind was reeling, did Robin see us? Did she use her power and catch us down the corridor last night- 

“Real smooth.” Nami snorted as she rolled her eyes at him. Surely doing some sort of couples trial with her wasn’t such a bad thing, he’d been flirting with her, been softer with her, more open than she’d seen him be with the others. Not that he was closed off but still-He told me he wanted me last night too- I felt how much he did…

“Bite me, short ass.” Mav said through his teeth as he continued to cough lightly, even as a smirk tugged at his mouth. Nami gave him a look of pure offense before slapping him in the chest. He had to admit, she looked sort of cute when she was annoyed, it was irritating. Plus, what the hell was going on? Could they have not found a normal island? Did he seriously have to worry about being put in some sort of matchmaking trial now, with a woman he found attractive? sure- liked? sure- but I’m not even part of the crew, nothing can fucking happen between us!

“I wouldn’t want to do a trial with an oversized house cat anyway, far too mouthy and clingy.” Nami said as she checked her nails with feigned boredom, and Mav felt his head swivel as he frowned at her.

“Clingy?! Mouthy- the fuck do you mean-“

Nami was looking at him then, with this wicked glint in her eye, full of mischief as a lazy smirk tugged at her mouth. It was knowing, like she was about to tell him a secret, then she opened her mouth, and at the dinner table- started to speak. “Well if I remember things right-“ 

Nami saw the look of realisation wash over Mav right as his hand found its way over her mouth and clamped it shut, then he was smirking. “Two can play at that game.” He muttered. She felt herself biting her lip beneath his hand as his eyes crinkled and he started to chuckle, those ocean blue eyes matching the humour dancing in her own as she started to shake from holding in her own laughter. “You’re a sly Witch, has anyone ever told you that?” Mav shook his head with mirth as he dropped his hand from her mouth and they both turned to the rest of the table, who were all staring slightly quizzically, some of them laughing too. Robin just smiled wider, a knowing look in her eye.

“What makes you say that we’d be picked for a trial anyway?” Mav asked her with a tilt of his head.

Robin tilted her head as she let out a fond laugh. “Just a hunch.” Usopp looked at Robin like she’d grown a second head before he pointed at Nami blatantly.

“A hunch? Nami was literally talking ab-“ Nami almost launched herself at the sniper but stopped herself just in time for their captain to successfully interrupt him instead.

“I hope he picks all of us! It sounds like fun!” Luffy was grinning ear to ear as he laughed, and Usopp's attention was immediately on the raven haired man instead of Nami, a look of pure horror on his face.

“WHY would you WANT that?!?!” Usopp screeched.

Zoro just sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “This is already a pain in the ass.”

“As long as you can work together I don’t think it matters who he picks, we’d all do Super!” Franky reassured everyone, slamming his fist down onto the table, Robin laid her hand over his as she smiled at him lovingly. Zoro and Sanji both watched as Franky practically melted under her gaze and just raised their brows at each other. It was heartwarming in a way, to know two of their nakama were absolutely head over heels for each other, they were soft, but- Zoro could sort of see from looking at them, the truth behind the phrase ‘unity is strength, division is weakness.’ Because while it was obvious seeing them like this that they were in love, when Robin and Franky stood together, they were really a force to be reckoned with.

Franky really does have it bad for her doesn’t he

And Robins the same way- it’d be sweet if I didn’t get all freaked out by the fact Franky’s mostly made of metal with him being a cyborg.

I did not need to- for fuck sake cook- I didn’t need or want to go down that trail of thought 

But Maverick had seen it too, and he wasn’t about to keep quiet about it. “Maybe he’ll pick you guys, I somehow don’t think you’d have much trouble with anything he throws your way.” 

Zoro smirked at that and he heard Sanji snort beside him, the blonde finally lit up his cigarette as he nodded in agreement. Luffy tilted his head in confusion for a second before his eyes went wide at Robin and Franky.

“YOU GUYS ARE TOGETHER TOO?! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!” Luffy’s voice carried well outside the galley and it was Nami who hit him over the head then for being stupid and oblivious, as Franky shouted that he’d told him months ago and accused him of forgetting.

The rest of dinner was just general chatter, but Zoro was quietly glad that the cooks gentle assault of his calf continued. Though he could see the blonde with his eyes trained on Nami and Mav, almost thoughtfully, and well- curiousity got the better of him.

What's going on in that head of yours, Curls?

Something definitely happened between them Marimo, the way Mav cut her off, the way Nami was trying not to laugh…

The witch can handle herself dart-brow, besides I doubt it was anything major. The idiot likes her to much for it to go too far, can tell by the way he acts with her

“What do you mean?” Sanji leaned in and murmured close to his ear, curiosity flaring between them. Zoro hummed as something tugged at the corner of his mouth ever so slightly, sliding a hand out behind the cook and letting it rest on the small of his back as he whispered into Sanji’s ear.

“There’s tension there, they've both said a few things that make the attraction more than obvious. But look at them, they’re mirroring each other- and Mav literally gives her all of his attention whenever she’s speaking to him, his eyes never wander further than her lips.” 

Sanji did watch them then and realised that the Marimo was spot on, “I forgot how perceptive you could be for sentient sea vegetation.” Sanji hummed as he glanced sideways at Zoro who was giving him a rather fond smirk despite the insulting nickname. “How do you know it’s genuine though?”

“Because the idiot is being himself around her, because she’s not pretending to be anyone but herself and doesn’t just throw herself at him. A lot of the girls when we were still in the village were interested in him, he was already filled out from working in the forge-“ Zoro snorted as if the memory was amusing enough that he couldn’t hold it in. “He thought it was great at first until he realised most of em didn’t have much of an opinion about anything, they never challenged him on anything, barely had a sense of humour either.” Zoro finished and Sanji couldn’t help the chuckle that left him as he shook his head. He believed all women were beautiful and deserved respect and love, but he could agree that some were definitely more interesting than others.

That explains what he said the other day, about liking her take no shit attitude

Yup

“But there was this one bossy as fuck girl he was on and off with-“ Zoro started with an undignified snort.

“Alright, zip it asshole. I was 18-“ Mav interrupted him, clearly overhearing him and Zoro let out a near menacing chuckle as he slapped Mavs pointing finger away from him from where it was hovering above the table.

“Still fucking funny though, laughed my ass off when you said her dad chased you out of the house-“

Mav groaned as he tried to hide his smile of amusement under the palm he now held to his face. Robin's brow rose with interest and Franky slapped Mav on the back as he grinned. “Caught with your pants down, bro?”

“Not quite, had one boot and his trousers in his hands when he crawled through my window though-“ The entire crew started laughing then and Nami bit her lip as she shook her head at the red heads antics from back in his younger days.

Mav coughed, cutting Zoro off before he could say anything else. “You left it open, besides, I was not going back for my other boot man I’d already had to scale a fucking drain pipe to get out of her window- Koshiro was definitely confused the next morning though.”

“The dojo owner, right?” Nami asked, pointing to Zoro for confirmation as he nodded at her. “You hid in Zoro’s room at the dojo?” Mav started chuckling to himself at the memory and watched as Zoro’s brow twitched in irritation and amusement.

“Hid in my room? Bastard took up half my fucking bed for the night- after fucking falling on top of me from the window. Then Koshiro walked in the next morning to wake me up-”

“Look you can’t pin that on me, you can sleep anywhere and I was tired.” Mav cut him off before Zoro snapped at him.

“YOU FELL ASLEEP ON TOP OF ME, IDIOT.”

“You had a single bed where else was I gonna sleep?” Mav shrugged and Luffy nodded in agreement even while laughing.

“On the fucking couch.” Zoro said, pointing his finger into the table before Mav laughed at him.

“Come on, I’d stopped over a few times before man, Koshiro was probably just confused that he’d not heard me come in- you know, because we normally told him when we were hanging out.” Mav waved Zoro off and Brook tilted his head in a silent question. 

“There are other situations where someone is snuck into another person's room Maverick-san, yohohoooo~.” Brook sang and Sanji could see the gears turning in Mavericks brain as the smithy sat there looking confused, for someone who’s usually quick witted and has a pretty dirty mind he’s being awfully slow. I’m guessing him and Zoro were just friends without the benefits at that point.

“Mav.” Zoro deadpanned. “You always slept on the couch when you stopped over, and we’d only known each other a month and a half! He thought I’d snuck you in and we’d-“

Mavs eyes bulged as he started to choke for the second time that night, the colour draining from his face rapidly as it finally dawned on him. “That’s fucking gross-“ he coughed into his arm as he braced the other on the table. “You were 16!“

“I was 17.” Zoro sighed as he rubbed his temples. Sanji had to cover his mouth to stop himself from laughing. Zoro’s amusement at the red head, shown by the quirk at one corner of his mouth, was short-lived.

“Yea only fucking just 17- Dude, he thought I was a fucking pervert?! You were basically still a kid, you hadn’t even grown into your fucking forehead yet-“

“HADN’T GROWN INTO HIS- AHAHAHAHAAAAAA-“ Usopp was immediately on the floor cackling along with Luffy and Chopper as Mav continued to rant in disbelief. Zoro’s scowl re-appeared from his previous look of mild amusement. 

“-You better have told him he was fucking wrong-“

“Course I did! What the fuck did you just say about my forehead, you tangerine tinted prick?!” Zoro seethed.

Sanji was laughing then, the amusement at the insult hurled Mavs' way rushing into Zoro before the swordsman was being whacked over the head alongside Mav, by Nami. The others were still rolling with laughter, even Robin was giggling behind her hand. Both men sat back down from where they’d stood up from their seats. Sanji was just glad that he hadn’t felt even a pang of jealousy throughout the entire story, he thought maybe he might have, but how could he when they were that young and there was obviously nothing going on? He was taking it as a win either way.

Your forehead is a perfectly normal size Marimo, the green hair is what you should be worried about.

“You can shut up as well, Cook.” Zoro grumbled, pushing the rest of his food around his plate as he scowled down at the wood of the table. Sanji smirked before he nudged his shoe back against Zoro’s calf, watching Zoros jaw tick before his shoulders dropped and his posture relaxed.

Good, that’s better.

Zoro went pink as he stared at his plate, and Sanji watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, a tiny flicker of desire stirred on Zoro’s end.

Another more plot driven scene between the whole crew, we’re gunna split of to our separate couple a little in the next chapter ❤️

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Please check chapter 

‘The First Rodeo’

for some art ☺️

near the end of chapter

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Okay so I’m splitting what was going to be one huge chapter into two parts.

Because I’m an asshole and wanted to leave a little cliff hanger 😏

Enjoy 

These damn sandals were going to be her downfall. Not some enemy, she wasn’t going to go out in a blaze of glory or die while laying in a pile of money- it was going to be the knot she’d tied in these sandals that finally sent her to an early grave. Both sides too. Both fucking sides! Was I trying to have them stuck to my feet permanently? They’re cute but they’re not that cute.

The knock was soft, almost too soft, but Nami still heard it over her feeble attempt at untying her handiwork. She was definitely not wearing gladiator sandals anytime soon after these came off.

“Come in,” she managed, voice a little breathless with frustration. “Doors open.” And it was, she’d left it ajar, just a little, in case someone wanted to come bother her or give her some company before they went to bed. Usually it was Robin or Usopp, sometimes Chopper too.

It creaked as it swung wider, and when she glanced up, Mav was stood there, leaning in the frame and having to duck a little to see her under the lip of the frame because of his height. Something that Brook had to do too, it probably explained Brooks posture when he was on the ship to be honest. Nami paused for a moment as she stared up at him where he stood, the light from the hallway behind him caught the mess of his hair and the sharp set of his jaw just so, the golden shadows it cast across his features giving her pause.

He cleared his throat. “I… hey.” He said, voice almost cautious.

“Hey.” She returned, an almost bashful smile pulling at her lips as she gestured to her feet. “You caught me mid battle,” she huffed as she tried the knot on her right ankle again, a small grimace denting her features as her frustration returned. “The sandals are winning.”

Mav huffed a quiet laugh, his body weight shifting like he made to step into her room before he stilled. “Need a hand?”

“Please.” She breathed out in exasperation. “Before I throw them out the window.”

Mav snorted as he stepped into her room, and Nami would have liked to say the atmosphere shifted, but it didn’t- it was that same comfortable air as it always had been between them. Easy and light, a distinct lack of pressure even with their mutual attraction hanging unspoken in the air between them. “Kind of hard to throw them out the window while you’re still attached to them, short stuff.” 

Nami let out a snort as she rolled her eyes at him, before he was kneeling down in front of her. Something did shift then, a subtle tug on a previously lax thread now pulled a little more taunt between them as she watched the muscles in his shoulders flex and his neck crane as he angled his head down. Stray hairs falling into his face as he stared at her ankle. “Alright.” He muttered, fingers moving with a focused gentleness as he cupped her heel and rested it on his thigh, fingertips grazing past her skin as he made an attempt at working the knot loose. Nami watched his brows furrow a little before he let out a sigh, blue eyes looking up to meet hers. “You really went to war with these, huh?”

She could see the laughter dancing in his baby blues, and couldn’t help the little laugh it pulled from her as his lips quirked into a smirk of disbelief. “I’m a pirate, I’m good at tying knots- just apparently not so good at untying them.”

He chuckled at that, a low sound from somewhere deep in his chest, and then- without thinking- he slid one hand under her calf, lifting her leg up so her heel rested against one of his pecs. The contact was warm, and Nami found herself going still as she watched him, trying not to think too hard about how effortlessly he’d hiked her foot up. Or think about how both her legs would look pressed into his chest, or even, over his shoulders. Oh my god.

He stiffened momentarily, when he realised what he’d done, without a second thought. Fought with himself to remain casual as he stared at the knot with intent, fingers and thumbs pulling at the ties as his mind raced, and he swallowed thickly. It’s a good job she’s wearing shorts and not a skirt you fucking idiot, you should have asked first, could have made her uncomfortable- how do I feel so comfortable around her to just do this sort of thing? Everything feels so natural and easy with her… Mav hadn’t realised, that while he was trying to untie the knot, while he was lost in his own head, he’d let his gaze travel up the length of her bare legs all the way up her thighs, now absentmindedly staring at a crease in denim shorts where milky skin disappeared beneath. He cleared his throat as he snapped his gaze up to hers and- “did you use fucking glue?” Ah fuck, she’s blushing.

She let out a breathy laugh at that, something unguarded in her eyes, open and far more honest than he thought he deserved even as she smirked. “I had to give you a challenge, couldn’t make it too easy.”

He chuckled low as he shuffled forward slightly- only by a few inches- but the subtle shift in angle pulled her foot higher, until her heel was sitting on his shoulder. Any quip Mav was about to voice about her ‘acting like she’d set this up’ died in his throat when he heard her breath hitch.

Nami could feel heat blooming from her chest all the way down to her toes, rushing across her skin like wildfire, her entire body responding without her say so. Even as Mav looked up at her, she could see something unreadable behind his eyes, his lids fluttering for half a second- like he was weighing a decision that had already been made, and part of him was regretting it in real time.

But he didn’t stop.

He dipped his head, bringing his mouth down to the knot. His lips brushed her ankle first, featherlight and barely there, before his teeth found the lace. His breath was hot against her skin, breath slow and steady-and she had to fight the urge to squirm as heat pooled low in her belly.

Mav could feel the tension in his own body coiling tighter with every second, felt the immediate shift in the air as something molten and hot simmered between them. He knew this was torture- stupid but exquisite, and entirely self inflicted, torture. But he still couldn’t bring himself to stop, couldn’t stop the way he steadied her leg, or the slow breath he let roll across her skin when the knot finally slipped loose. And then there was a weight on his other shoulder, her other foot resting there now from where she’d lifted it up for him- he glanced to the side at her other ankle, then to her face. She was still blushing lightly, but the smirk that she wore was playful and he let out a tense laugh, he didn’t hesitate, he brought his mouth to the other knot without question. Maybe she’s not as affected by this as I am, being knelt between her legs like this… It’s a good thing Mav, you can get her out of these death traps and then- then…

But then he felt her pulse in her ankle, fast and fluttering, and his teeth released the newly untied lace without a second thought as his body urged him forward- till he was pressing his mouth to her ankle in a slow deliberate kiss. The silence between them was heavy now, velvet and thick as he skimmed his fingertips along the back of her calf and dragged his eyes up to meet hers.

Her lashes were low, lips slightly parted. She could feel the heat rising off her own skin, and that was before he’d pressed that kiss to her ankle. Before he’d looked at her like he was now, like she was something he craved but couldn’t let himself have. She could feel her own pulse between her legs and had to stop the very real urge to squeeze her thighs together, for some sort of relief from the ache. Does he know what he’s doing to me? 

Then, as slow as molasses, he inched forward again, his slow controlled breaths loud in the quiet of the room as her leg slid till it was her calf now resting on his shoulder- and there was a warm almost reverent kiss being pressed to the inside of her knee. She couldn’t stop her full body tensing at that, in anticipation- and want. Is he going to follow through with- Just as his lips met her skin, she watched as his eyes closed and he shifted on his knees, her eyes drawn down to his hips, and oh my god.

There- in the dim lighting of her room, she could see it. She was not the only one affected here, not by a long shot, but god- it sort of looked painful for him. How hard it was pressing against his jeans. She couldn’t help it- heat surged through her and she tilted her head back, a quiet whimper- something between a noise and a breath escaped her throat. And Mav froze.

His breath caught and his chest heaved once, like he’d been yanked from a trance. His gaze snapping to hers, eyes wide and lips parted. She knew she was staring at him with need, she didn’t care. The silence in those few seconds was deafening. 

She let her tongue flick out to wet her bottom lip as the words tumbled from her lips, because she was tired of the games, she wasn’t going to play coy anymore. “Do you ever finish something you start?”

Mav felt his pulse jump in his throat, his brows lifting in surprise before a breathless laugh rolled out of him, tight and ragged sounding as he slipped her legs down off his shoulders. Folding forward until his forehead pressed against her knees, his hands finding her hips, fingers curling tight as he tried to ground himself- or maybe it was a silent apology for every kiss he didn’t let follow on from the others.

Nami raised her brows at that, before a groan rumbled out of him. Muffled against the bare skin of her knees but- it sounded like agony. 

Why is he doing this to himself? To us? 

She didn’t say anything at first, the weight of him there was enough. The tremble in those broad shoulders told her a lot more than she realised, just how much he was holding back- but it didn’t explain why.

“Why don’t you just get on with it, Joy? Why are you holding back so viciously?” Her voice was quiet when she asked, body still alight with anticipation. But she found that she actually cared to know what was going on in his head, she wanted to understand. How could he want her so badly- so blatantly- yet constantly hold himself back- they needed to talk.

Mav felt himself sigh as delicate fingers came to massage his scalp, it was almost fond- affectionate. “Because it’s not that simple, Nami.” He started, voice raw. “Wanting something doesn’t always mean you should take it.” He hated how his voice sounded like it was dragging itself through gravel, how easily she could get him like this, just the thought of her at times- but being here, now, like this. He’d been an idiot, of course he’d not be able to resist.

“But it can be simple.” Her voice was as smooth as butter as she spoke and Mav found himself looking up at her, from where his head was pressed against her knees, her legs now locked together tight from the way his arms were bracketing her in and holding her hips. She smiled at him, a flicker of heat in her eyes along with that disarming honesty. “I’d give you what you want.”

The weight of every choice neither of them had made yet crackled in the air like electricity at that, and Nami heard an almost pained sound leave Mavs throat as he cursed under his breath, his voice half growl half desperate whine that had another bolt of heat going straight to her core.

“I know you would.” He murmured, voice taunt as he looked up at her with those baby blues that never failed to make her weak at the knees. “And that’s part of the problem. You don’t push me away like you should be- before this gets complicated and messy.”

She felt it click then, finally- and she’d sort of known before. But she understood it properly now. He was trying to protect them both, in a constant push and pull against this magnetism between them that burned hot and bright- and it was torturous, he wasn’t trying to insult her, wasn’t trying to say they shouldn’t ever- more trying to say that maybe they shouldn’t rush. But it was so so hard to not give in. But she had a counterpoint, maybe something that he hadn’t considered while he was trying to make this decision for the both of them.

“We’re both adults, Mav,” she started softly. “We can both handle complicated.” She felt her lips curl up in amusement at him, this tortured, strong and complicated hunk of a man at her feet. Hanging off her every word. “Right this second? This isn’t complicated.” She let her voice drop as she curled a stray strand of his hair around her finger, her tone threading through the tension in the air like silk. “If it helps, we can just put it down to human nature.”

She watched part of him unravel at that, as she felt the chuckle against her knees, it vibrated through her despite how breathless it was, and she felt him shiver as he tore his gaze away, pressing his forehead back against her knees. “Nami.” He sounded winded as he spoke. “You’re only saying that because you want my face between your legs.”

She let out a laugh at that, and she was not going to deny it, not at all. Because it was true. “That’s definitely one of the reasons… but I like you too, Mav. If that counts for anything.”

He let out a breath like he’d been sucker punched, because it felt like he had. Flexed his fingers where they were still holding onto her hips, and she was so so warm under his hands. So enticingly warm, her skin so soft under his fingertips where her vest had rode up slightly. It does count for something- it does. He could feel his heart hammering behind his ribs at her admission. “It does- the feelings mutual’.” He sucked in another breath. “That’s why I’m holding back- or trying too. Very badly I’ll admit.” He finished with a snort at his own lack of composure.

He let out a short self-deprecating laugh then, something that had Namis' gut twisting. “It’s stupid really. I keep putting myself in these situations with you. You’re part of something bigger, Nami. Something important.” His grip tightened again before it relaxed slightly, and Nami found herself holding her breath. “-and I’m probably just passing through.” 

She felt her own expression shift, despite the fact he wasn’t looking at her, to something sure and serious. Because that- all of it- it was true, but it didn’t take away from whatever this was between them. “That doesn’t make it less valid, Mav. Even if it turns out you’re just passing through.” Because it didn’t, and she wasn’t going to get his hopes up and say Luffy would surely ask him to stay, she couldn’t get both of their hopes up like that. But she knew she was still right. Especially when Mav looked up at her again, looked at her like she’d said something he’d not once considered. Like she’d knocked something loose from somewhere deep in his chest.

“Yea, it has the potential to hurt.” She added quietly. “But I’d place bets on it hurting in the best possible way. If that is how it goes in the end.” She watched him blink at her, his lids heavy, felt his breath stutter against her knees as she let that stray loche of his hair fall from her grasp. Saw his eyes dilating in real time as large hands slid up to her waist- that ironclad control was slipping.

“… You remember last night?” He breathed, voice low, like he was unraveling. 

And there it was, the main reason he’d come to see her. To check in, to make sure he’d not overstepped- or to check she still remembered-still felt the same as she had last night, and she did.

“I do.”

He shifted then, smooth and quick before his hands paused on her thighs, clutching them desperately in an attempt to not move again. “What do you want?” He asked, voice so hoarse it had Nami sucking in a breath.

She met his gaze then, and she could hardly breathe, because she knew what she wanted, and she felt like they were on the precipice of something. Because she wasn’t going to lie- she wasn’t going to say she just wanted his body- just wanted him for a night- because she didn’t. The revelation stole almost all of her breath. “Everything.” 

And Mav heard it. The weight of the word. It wasn’t just about lust. The pull between their bodies. It was in the way she said it, the way she was looking at him, like she could see him. Saw him in his mess, saw him for all the baggage he had, and didn’t care, wanted him anyway. It was almost enough to snap what resolve he had clean in half, the rope tethering him to reason and restraint was frayed though, hanging on by a thread.

He let out a quiet growl before he made a last ditch attempt to reason, with her or himself, he didn’t know anymore. “What’s stopping you from finding another guy on this island, Nami?” He asked desperately, voice hoarse and choked, “you could have your pick of men- what’s stopping you?” He finished, panting from the exertion of holding himself together, he hadn’t realised it until now. But he was shaking. 

“You.” Namis voice was barely there, a whispered plea. That thread that had been holding him together snapped. Her gasp as he stilled in front of her like a match dropped into a mountain of dry grass, and as if to ruin him some more, she spoke again. “I don’t want another guy.” She was barely breathing. “I want you.”

Nami could feel her skin burning as something changed in Mav. Because apparently that had been his undoing, she watched in real time as his tongue came out to wet his lips. Watched those blue eyes darken. Those walls he’d been fighting to keep up crumbled for her, at her feet. Like a dam finally giving way under the pressure, and it wasn’t violent, it didn’t come crashing down, it was slow and then it was fast. Because he was looking at her like she was the only thing that made sense, the only thing keeping him grounded, like she was gravity.

She heard him breath in through his nose, and watched him silently rise to his feet, those hands leaving her thighs burning in their wake.

He walked across her room, over to her door. 

She heard the lock click. 

And that sound made her heart stutter, as it slid into place with finality. Before he was back, standing in front of her, his fingers pinching at the denim on his thighs to loosen the material at his hips before he was kneeling down again, at her feet. Before those calloused hands were back on her thighs, searing her skin till they were both on either side of her hips.

And he wasn’t shaking anymore, but she was. Blue eyes met brown. Then his eyes pointedly dropped to her shorts, and she felt liquid heat pool between her thighs before he even opened his mouth.

“Take them off.” 

The galley was quiet after dinner that night, just the faint creaking of the ship and the clinking of dishes drying in the rack. Zoro had passed out on the couch after dinner, arms folded behind his head and his boots kicked off haphazardly, one leg still hanging over the armrest. 

Typical. Sanji didn’t say anything as he left the supply cupboard, a light yawn spilling from his mouth from having to do inventory after an already long day. He locked the door behind him before he leaned against it, taking in the sight of the Marimo, all loose-limbed and peaceful- a rare sight unless the man was asleep like he was now- or, well…  coming down from a not as innocent high, courtesy of yours truly. Sanji smirked to himself at the thought.

But the sight was rare enough that it was always oddly disarming, and that was the part of the problem Sanji found himself in more and more recently. Zoro wasn’t supposed to look soft. Why did the muscle on his chest now look plump and plush instead of just firm, or the outline of his throat now look supple? Tanned skin shone softly in the dim light, and maybe it was because Sanji knew it was soft, knew now just how soft and silky Zoro’s skin actually was. He’d had his hands on the man enough times by now, brushed his fingers across planes of tanned skin, pressed them into his flesh- into the firm and more cushioned muscles on the swordsman. It’s novelty should be running out by now, surely? But it wasn’t, not even close, and even as they got older… Sanji wasn’t sure now they’d crossed this line, it would ever lose its novelty. To be able to touch Zoro, like a lover did, almost whenever he wanted- without the man having any hesitations about it- often actively encouraging it… Someone as powerful as Zoro, so pliant under his hands. 

Zoro didn’t hear the lock click, not of the door that went straight out onto deck, or the one that lead out into the bowels of the ship. Sanji didn’t expect him too though, he was a heavy sleeper at the best of times. He padded over quietly, hands in his pockets as he came to a stop in front of the swordsman, he slipped his shoes off and shrugged his jacket off with a sigh, his decision already made. 

He eased himself down slowly, one knee between Zoro’s thighs, the other bracing in the inner crease at the back of the couch. Zoro shifted slightly in his sleep, as Sanji’s weight fully settled over him, but he didn’t wake up. They lay in the quiet, chest to chest, like it was second nature. Sanji hummed as he felt the warmth of the swordsman seep into him, pressing his nose into the crook of Zoro’s neck as he breathed him in. Zoro didn’t move away, didn’t even stir- in fact, still unconscious, Sanji felt the Marimos arm move as it wrapped around his waist, a large palm flattening against the small of his back.

Sanji felt himself smiling into tanned skin at the action. “Fucking sap,” he murmured, voice barely over a whisper. The irony wasn’t lost on him, calling the meathead a sap as he lay sprawled atop of him like he was touch starved, even as he shifted his hips and stretched his arm up so his fingers could comb through green strands as he grazed his lips against Zoro’s neck.

And that’s where his quiet assault began, a barely there graze of his lips against the side of the other man’s neck. A soft kiss, slow and featherlight that dragged up to just under the man’s chiseled jaw, those three golden earrings gently nudged by the tip of his nose. Zoro’s brow twitched, Sanji let out a hot breath against the man’s ear, and he stirred, but didn’t open his eyes. Sanji smirked before he leaned in again, his lips against that sensitive spot at the juncture of Zoro’s jaw, he kissed him once- twice- then again, only this time letting his teeth graze just slightly.

Zoro’s breath hitched, and Sanji felt something pulse- a barely there twitch below the belt from the man beneath him, before a gentle snore met his ears.

Still asleep.

He felt his mouth curve up into a smirk. “You’re not even gunna pretend to be awake for this?” He whispered, his voice low and silk smooth. He was looking forward to the man’s reaction on waking up like this if he was honest. Would he get pissy Zoro, still half asleep Zoro, or maybe even hot under the collar Zoro. Perhaps he’d get a mixture of the three. Who knows. “Lazy, Marimo.”

He went lower.

His lips back down in the crook of Zoro’s neck, his free hand gently pulling the lapel of the man’s coat open just enough to press a wet open-mouthed kiss against his skin, joined by a slow suck, and the edge of his teeth. That seemed to do the trick.

Zoro let out a faint noise, still not fully awake until Sanji moved down to do the same thing again, this time to just below mans collarbone, tongue dragging a slow and possessive trail before he latched on. Sanji felt the groan from all the way in Zoro’s chest as the palm at the small of his back tried to press him closer.

“What the hell- Cook?” Zoro’s voice finally met his ears low and thick, rough from sleep, and just a little bit breathless. Just the way Sanji liked, and god it shouldn’t affect him so easily but it did. Zoro’s voice always seemed to scratch some primal part of his brain, especially when he was in the sort of mood he was in now.

“Comfortable?” He asked, voice laced with amusement and low with heat as he looked up to the green haired man’s face.

Zoro cracked one eye open as he finally met Sanji’s gaze, his mouth twitching up at one side. “Was.” 

The scent of smoke and spices filled Zoro’s senses as he let out a sigh, his eye falling shut again as he relaxed into the couch and the weight draped over him. Sanji was warm, he smelled good, he could easily fall back to sleep like this. He slipped his finger beneath the hem of Sanji’s shirt where it had rode up at his back, fingers stroking against the bare skin there in a lazy, unhurried manner. Until there was a pull at the lapel on one side of his coat, a hot breath against his chest before a groan punched its way out of his throat. Sanji’s lips latching onto his pec just below his collar bone and sucking slow and sharp, Zoro let his head tip back, jaw flexing slightly, throat exposed as he swallowed.

“So you did miss me, huh?” He huffed, tilting his head down to eye the blonde as Sanji gave him a wicked smirk and a sharp snort.

Sanji didn’t say anything at first, he just breathed a huff against Zoro’s chest before he felt the blonde's thigh push forward, slipping right between his legs and giving him a delicious amount of pressure against the place his body had started to betray him. He hissed, hips twitching up automatically. “You think I missed you, Marimo?” The low drawl reached his ears as Sanji’s teeth continued to graze against his skin.

“You’re sucking marks into my neck and dry humping me in the kitchen-“ Zoro heard himself start before he was letting out a stuttered grunt at a particularly sharp nip of teeth. “Feels like you did.”

“It feels more like you missed me.” Sanji bit back, thigh grinding up against him just a touch more before he pulled back slightly, pulling open the lapel of Zoro’s coat even more and tracing a finger over one of the marks he’d left on his chest. Sanji heard the swordsman groan- more breath than voice- as he looked up at the Marimo he was sprawled on top of. Zoro’s hand twitched before he gave in and grabbed a handful of Sanji’s ass, squeezing hard, just to hear him grunt.

You trying to leave a map on me Cook?

Sanji let out a chuckle at that. “I’m just leaving landmarks in case I get lost later.”

Zoro snorted as he closed his eyes, feeling the smirk tugging at his mouth, “smart mouthed, Casanova.” He quipped. Then Sanji was sighing, sighing like he’d just remembered something he forgot to tick off a list. “What?” Zoro muttered warily.

He didn’t reply, just splayed his hands out over a tanned chest with purpose, before he was leaning down and wrapping his lips around Zoro’s nipple. Sanji heard Zoro swear through his teeth as the body he was laid on arched under him and large hands tangled in his hair. Felt Zoro’s interest twitch against his thigh as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive nub before releasing it with a hum of satisfaction.

“What are you angling for, Cook?” Zoro’s voice was breathy as it met Sanji’s ears, he looked up to see that hazel eye narrowed at him with a brow quirked. “You trying to suck me, or do you want me to suck you?” Zoro’s mouth quirked into a barely there smirk and Sanji felt himself grinning as he let out a soft laugh against Zoro’s ribs, pressing one final kiss against tanned skin before he stretched himself out again and pressed his face into Zoro’s neck.

“Neither.” He hummed, admittedly a little amused at how easy Zoro was to rile up. “Just wanted to mess with you a bit Marimo.” He heard the snort of amusement as fingers brushed through his hair, not an ounce of tension in the swordsman. That hand in blonde hair stroking fondly now instead of being fisted there to anchor Zoro against the prior assault of his mouth. 

Sanji couldn’t see the affectionate eye roll Zoro gave him either, but he felt the man’s lips press into his hair as Zoro hummed. The affection that swelled in Sanji’s chest at the action had him sucking in a slow, controlled breath. “Well,” Zoro started in a quiet mumble, “at least I won’t have any trouble staying awake for my watch now.”

Sanji found himself chuckling at that, right into the crook of Zoro’s neck, still lounged over the swordsman as tanned fingers massaged his scalp. Felt himself let out a tired groan as Zoro’s fingers massaged down to the nape of his neck before he was stifling a yawn. Because this was comfortable, far more comfortable than he’d have ever thought he’d be around any man… any woman either actually. Of course he had the same trust in Zoro as he did the rest of the crew. But he was starting to also accept the fact that he could be vulnerable with him, more open than he could have ever thought.

“Get off me, Cook. Before I forget you’re tired.” Zoro spoke into his hair, breath warm against his scalp as he felt lips brush against his forehead where Zoro’s face had turned into him.

“I never said I was tired, asshole.” He retorted, but it was all bark and no bite.

“Didn’t need to.”

Zoro’s other arm finally came out from under the back of his head to tap Sanji’s hip, an unspoken command to get him moving- because Zoro was right- he did have a watch tonight. Sanji rolled off him with a huff. His shoes hitting the floor with a muffled thud as he stood and fished his cigarettes out of his pocket, placing one between his lips languidly. Followed by that ever familiar ritual of patting himself down, before figuring out which pocket his lighter was in, and pulling that out with a fluid grace that always had Zoro hypnotised.

But what had been a perfectly comfortable quiet between them seemed to shift. Zoro listened to that familiar click of the Cooks lighter, watching the cigarette catch, the end of it glowing amber as Sanji finally took a slow deep drag. 

He didn’t know what gave him pause, but he just knew that something had changed the moment Sanji had rolled off him. That fondness was still in the back of his mind, curling around him like the scent of smoke between them. But Sanji’s posture was stiffer now, his jaw a little tense, even though his motions were still as fluid as ever. 

But then Sanji glanced his way, showing him just a flicker of an expression before it vanished into a casual smirk. But that was enough. Because- that look. That fucking look. Zoro had seen that look before.

It wasn’t new. It was haunted. Worn.

He’d seen months and months of that look. Before they’d all split for two years, to train- to get stronger. And it might have been fleeting, more fleeting than the other times he’d seen that same look, but the fact it was back- he hadn’t seen that look once since they re-united, and he loathed its return. That look that was heavy- like Sanji was holding something ugly and painful behind his eyes, something that he wouldn’t say aloud- and Zoro knew he wouldn’t. Because he’d asked about that look so many times before. It always ended the same. Sanji denying it, calling him crazy, starting a fight.

And it made his gut twist to see that look again. Just for that split second. His voice was low when he spoke again, rougher than he meant it to be too as he sat up on the couch. 

“The hell was that look for?”

Sanji didn’t even glance his way, and Zoro felt like a knife was being plunged into his gut as dejavu washed over him watching the cook breathe out a plume of smoke, replying like it was a reflex. “I didn’t give you a look, Marimo. Watch your tone.”

Zoro dropped his gaze then, partly thankful that the blonde wasn’t facing him as something close to disappointment curdled in his stomach. Because things were different now, weren’t they? They’d changed. Or more what they were to one another- that had changed slightly, hadn’t it? They’d shared more in the past two weeks that was different and new- a huge leap for them.

But the words were the same. 

Sanji was still shutting him out. Maybe not from everything- but this. This was important.

Zoro swallowed some of his irritation as he ground his jaw together. Beneath the irritation though he knew the emotions ran deeper than that, there was sadness too, and he hated how easily it slipped in when it was to do with Sanji, despite how well he hid it. He knew there were things he didn’t like to talk about, but if the cook asked him about them now… he’d try. 

Maybe he’s just not there yet.

He stood up, jaw tight, but made sure his expression was blank. There were words sitting in the back of his throat- you still don’t trust me with this, whatever it is, even now? But how could he say that? Things had happened quickly between them, he could only hope that the cook would come to him when he was ready.

So he reached out, his hand coming to rest on Sanji’s shoulder, mouth set in a line before Sanji turned to look at him. And he reached out down that tether they still shared as he brought his hand up from that shoulder to cup Sanji’s face, if only for a moment.

Come find me when you’re ready to talk, Sanji.

He wrapped it in a quiet warmth, something soft and fond, with that unspoken loyalty they had for one another that always burned under his skin, even when he was pissed off with the blonde. He dropped his hand from Sanji’s face. Saw something flicker in the blondes eyes that he couldn’t quite name before he turned and left the Galley.

Silence fell as soon as the door clicked shut behind Zoro, and Sanji couldn’t do anything but stand there before he was lifting his own hand to his face, fingers ghosting over where Zoro had touched his cheek. His spine was still rigid, posture stiff even as he held the cigarette between his lips.

His cheek was still warm… He pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes then, as something broke.

But it was already there, waiting for him- haunting him. That flash of memory that returned without warning, and he rubbed at his eyes like he could scrub the images away- scrub them clean from his memory.

That stillness. Red blades of grass in an uninterrupted sea of green. A daisy bent at the stalk, its petals stained crimson. The dread that always burrowed under his skin, cold and insidious, always trying to carve itself deeper- horror trying to bury itself in his chest and the hollow of his throat, making it hard to swallow- hard to breath in the sickly quiet that always made his ears ring. 

Before those words, quietly muttered- made bile rise in his throat and tears prick at his eyes, and he couldn’t breathe- he couldn’t- there was only red. Too much red. So much blood.

“Nothing happened.”

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Chapter Text

First of all this has definitely morphed into a lot more than a crack fic.

Second of all I’m absolutely blown away by the support for Nami and Mav from you guys, and how much you all seem to love the overall interactions/ integration of him amongst the straw hats. It means a lot to have your support.

Third with the amount of detail I’m trying to fit into each moment/ chapter we’re definitely not looking at being done anytime soon 😂

Lots of POV switches in this one so be ready hope it reads okay.

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and pre warning… there’s some NSFW ahead 😏 (apologies to those here solely for Sanzo, still feel the need to say this, but of course our boys are involved in this chapter too so don’t you worry)

Nami didn’t move at first, she couldn’t. All she could do was stare at Maverick while her heart thudded in her chest. Taking in the man on his knees in front of her, her pulse thudded in her neck and between her legs, before she was leaning forward, slow and smooth. Her pace far too calm to belley her racing heart, she listened to Mavs breath hitch in anticipation as his eyes followed her, watched the muscles in his arms straining just enough to see them twitch beneath his skin as she reached out towards his hair.

She found the bobble in his hair, her bobble, and tugged it loose. That messy bun no longer holding his mane in place as she watched his hair fall down his back and cascade over his shoulders in thick waves. She felt his breath drag in as she ran her fingers through thick strands, nails scraping ever so slightly against his scalp as she hovered. 

Just close enough that their noses were touching. Just close enough to breathe him in, to breathe the same air, to let their lips brush- not quite a kiss. 

Her lower lip grazed past Mavs upper lip, and she felt him shiver beneath her fingers. Watched his eyes flutter- already half lidded, as his breath caught again. He was humming as she pulled back. 

But she didn’t pull back to flee. More to make him watch. 

She held his gaze as her fingers dropped to the button on her shorts. The sound of it popping open was near deafening in the tense quiet that had settled between them. She watched his pupils blow wide as he tore his gaze away from her face to watch her hands pull down the zip, watched his tongue dart out to wet his lips as her waistband parted just enough to tease bare skin and black lace beneath denim.

Mav found himself dropping his hands from her hips as lithe legs moved in front of him, the sound of sandals hitting the floor barely registering, until there was a weight on his shoulder again- first one foot, then the other. He found his hands curving around her thighs almost tentatively as he let out a breath. That was before Namis voice hit him, low and rough with heat.

“You take them off.”

Holy fucking shit- He didn’t move immediately, couldn’t stop his eyes from traveling the length of her legs before they caught on that glimpse of lace and detoured up to her face, all flushed cheeks and hooded lids- looking at him through thick lashes even as she gave him a little smirk. It was the smirk that stole his breath away for a second as his hands skated back up to her hips.

“Yes, ma’am.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed. Fingers splaying out just above her waistband to graze the soft skin of her stomach before he hooked them under denim and tugged, his brow quirking up playfully when Nami didn’t move. “You can put your weight on my shoulders, Nami, I can promise you you’re not gunna hurt me. But I need you to lift your hips.” He didn’t mean for his voice to sound so rough, but it did, and he let out a low quiet growl at the barely there sound that escaped her lips as he felt her weight shift to his shoulders and her hips lift. 

And every inch he drew those shorts down felt like a new sort of torment, because now he could see the curve of her hips, the smooth skin of her thighs in their entirety, the curve of her ass as he lifted her legs above his shoulders with one hand to pull the denim clean off her legs. Until the denim was on the floor and her heels were back on his shoulders- and he could see the delicate lace that clung teasingly between her thighs- exactly where he wanted to be. He watched as she subconsciously squeezed her thighs together and he let out a stuttered breath as his hands re-found her hips and his own arousal strained against his jeans. “You’re killing me, Nami.”

“I’m killing you? You’re the one that’s taking your sweet time.” Her voice was breathless as she spoke, and a little snappy. Mav couldn’t help but raise his brows and flex his jaw as he let out a low chuckle, it was hot, atleast to him- how prissy she was getting because he wasn’t touching her fast enough. He sort of wondered how long it’d take before she was making demands, getting properly pissed off- but he didn’t have the willpower to find out, at least not tonight. Didn’t have it in him to tease her either actually, if she wanted him there now then that’s what she would get.

She watched him as he fiddled with the lace of her underwear at her waist, her eyes heavy and lips parted, her breath matching the heat of his as he pressed his mouth against the inside of her knee for the second time that night. She couldn’t remember the last time her body had felt this alive- tingling and flushed, as if every nerve ending was aware of him, drinking him in, needing him closer. 

Mav could feel how fast he was breathing, already, heaving out hot puffs of air against her skin, he let his hands glide down the length of her thighs as he tipped forward. The gasp she made when he pushed her legs apart had his jaw ticking, her fingers found his hair just as he leaned into the cradle of her hip, and he groaned as he pressed his lips to the inside of her thigh. The heat emanating from between her legs- it was maddening. He sucked in a breath through his nose, unwilling to let his mouth leave her thigh where he was gently grazing his teeth against her skin.

And god.

He could smell her.

The scent of her arousal- it was- god, he didn’t know how he was going to survive this. He felt fingers tighten in his hair, the sharp sting sending a molten bolt of heat south so sharply that he grunted into her navel as he pressed his forehead against her stomach.

“Mav-“ Nami whispered, it was a quiet plea, and he heard it. Heard the desperation in her voice if the way his breath punched its way from his lungs and rolled over the thin material of her underwear was anything to go off.

“I’m here,” he murmured, hands wrapping around both of her thighs from underneath her till he was gripping into the crease where her thighs met her hips, every breath hot against the lace at the apex of her thighs. “I’m not going anywhere.” He added, voice gone ragged. 

“Good, because if you stop now, I might actually kill you.” 

He looked up at that, into those pleading brown eyes boring into him as he grinned. There was a  desperate but slightly disgruntled frown on her face, despite the flush in her cheeks, and he watched her chest rise and fall as she fisted her hand tighter in his hair- “and if you make one comment about-“ He cut her off by pressing his mouth to her centre, over that thin strip of lace, a gentle but constant pressure as he heard her breath catch- felt her quiver against his mouth.

“You were saying?” He spoke against her with a wry smile as he paused. Oh, that look is absolutely scathing. I love it.

“I was saying,” she started as she let out a slow breath to steady herself, because she should have known Mav would be a menace, was betting on that fact too actually. “If you make one comment about the curtains matching the drapes,” the frown denting her brow eased, furrowing more into a look of pleasure as she tilted her head back, letting out another shaky breath as he pressed another kiss against her over the lace. “I’ll throw you in the sea.”

Mav hummed against her at that, eyes full of mirth and heat, mouth pulling into a grin before she watched his mouth open, face between her legs, still over her underwear- and felt his tongue press against her heat, right at her centre. She couldn’t stop the way her mouth fell open or her hips, as they arched towards his mouth- her entire body taut with tension as she let out a stuttered noise- caught between a breath and a whine.

Mav flattened his tongue against the lace before pulling back with a groan, his fingers hooking around her underwear at the waist and his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he flicked his gaze up to her. Heated and distracted beyond belief, but still attentive as he smiled, reassurance mixed with the gravel in his tone. “Nami, we’re both ginger, I sort of know what to expect.” He gave her a wink before he cast his eyes back down to her underwear, then back up to her face, asking her with his eyes, one last time. “I’ve had that line used on me too… I know how annoying it is.”

Nami lifted her hips in silent invitation, a quiet confirmation as he kept his eyes locked with hers. Black lace slid down her legs with agonising care as he pulled, and when he had them off. When they finally dropped to the floor, she had the pleasure of watching his gaze drop and all of the air leave him. Eustass Maverick, unmoving- and speechless. 

His mouth opened from where he was knelt, as if he was fighting for breath- his lids fluttered for a second and she saw his adam’s apple bob in his throat. The way he was looking at her- like she was something astonishing- something utterly breathtaking. God, it made her feel powerful. She blinked down at him, flushed, but not from embarrassment. She wasn’t shy- she just wasn’t used to this- 

“Fuck.” 

She vaguely heard herself whine at just how wrecked his voice sounded, before he moved.

And then his mouth was on her.

There was no kissing the inside of her knee, no teeth grazing her thighs. His mouth went straight to her centre, and she let out a breathless cry as she fisted one hand in his hair and the other in the fabric of the couch. His eyes closed and his brows furrowed as his tongue finally delved between her folds before flicking up to where she needed him most.

Mav moaned low into her heat, could hear his own blood rushing in his ears as he finally tasted her on his tongue, opening his eyes to see her panting above him- white knuckling the couch- hand fisted in his hair. He found his arms locking around her thighs, fingers pressing into her skin possessively to keep her close, to hold her open. Because he needed her to stay like this, needed her pressed against his mouth- just like she was now. She tastes so good, so fucking wet for me- He was dragging his tongue from the bottom of her heat all the way to the bundle of nerves at the top when he heard her moan, and she was already trembling, eyes fluttering shut as she panted with her head tipped back against the cushions. But he didn’t stop- he couldn’t-

He was growling into her as he circled his tongue around that bundle of nerves, pressing, teasing. Till he could feel her thighs trying to clamp around his head, legs shaking as they warmed his ears. He couldn’t help it- he felt delirious- like he was plagued by fever. Drunk on the taste of her, the sight- all of it. “You taste so fucking good, Nami,” he moaned, voice rough as it rumbled against her, noticing how she arched up into his mouth before grinding back down onto his tongue.

 Fuck. He felt his cock lurch painfully against the inside of his jeans, grinding into his zip before he was groaning into her again. “Use me- you can grind, babe,” he breathed out, nose buried against the tiny strip of red hair as she rolled her hips into his mouth again gently, punctuated by a sharp gasp. “Just like that-“ he managed through a ragged breath, before he was moaning alongside her, the slow gentle grind into his mouth was sending him to oblivion as much as it was her.

“Maverick.” Nami found herself looking down at him through hooded eyes, his tongue working her apart in perfect tandem with the grind of her hips, and it was filthy. Filthy hearing him speak like that- to see how ruined he was with arousal from just this, just pleasing her, tasting her. His eyes were hazy, and she could feel him moaning into her- could feel her arousal dripping down his chin- hear it when he lapped his tongue a certain way. “Joy-“

Then he was changing the pressure in their rhythm ever so slightly, sucking gently on every other flick of his tongue, and she knew she was nothing but broken whimpers and curses- loud enough to bounce around her quarters- while holding onto his hair like he was a lifeline and she was about to drift away. 

There was a building pressure low in her belly, one she was all too familiar with as she let out a stuttered gasp, her head snapped up from where it had been resting on the couch cushions. She didn’t even have to say anything, it was like he already knew, knew from her wordless look as he looked up at her through his lashes- fluttering in his focus. Those blue eyes were locked on her face, drinking her in, as her breath turned ragged.

“Mav, Mav- oh god- oh god-“ She tried to warn, her own voice nothing but a broken gasp at this point, but she didn’t care, couldn’t when he was working her apart like this- when she was teetering on the edge of oblivion because of his smart mouth and silver tongue. It felt too good not to chase- too good- so good- I’m- oh god Joy, I’m going to-

Then he flattened his tongue against her, and groaned low. The vibration threw her over the edge.

It hit her like a wave. Hot and clenching, and she knew she was gasping his name like half choked prayers, her body bucking into his mouth as she arched clean off the back of the couch. He held her through it, she could feel his fingers flexing against her thighs, holding her firm and steady, feel his hair tangled between her own fingers. And he didn’t stop- not until she was writhing from overstimulation and managed to find her voice again. “Mav- it’s too much-“ it was a shaky exhale at best, her legs twitching with sensitivity.

He stopped without question, coming down from a high of his own from simply having her come apart like that, because of him. Brief kisses were pressed to each side of her hip before his head was resting against her stomach, cheek to her skin where her vest had rode up, breath hot and heavy where he panted alongside her.

Neither of them spoke, not for a long moment. They just breathed together, and Nami held his head where it was. Not from fisting his hair like she had been, but cupping the back of his head needily, like she wasn’t ready for him to leave.

She felt boneless as she looked down at him, holding his face almost tenderly, keeping him pressed against her middle. Her heart ached at the sight, along with another part of her anatomy that she was surprised was still functioning after an orgasm like that.

His cheek was pressed against her stomach, hair a mess of red waves, a few strands plastered to his face. His lips were parted, chin glistening- then he opened his eyes. Mav looked at her like he was in some kind of daze, eyes dark but glittering- like she’d wrecked him. Like he wanted her to do it again. I am never going to survive this man, he’s going to ruin me.

“You alright, short stuff?” He asked, and his voice. Nami heard herself let out a breathless noise at the husky tone, warm with affection and edged with something far more unsavoury.

“Yea-“ She breathed, then, as a joke- “I’m thinking about keeping you down there all night actually.” Her voice was still breathless as she said it, lazy, not fully recovered. But she saw his lips curl into wicked, sinful smile, and she knew she’d made a huge mistake. Because this wasn’t a means to an end for Mav like it was for most other guys, he actually enjoyed doing it, and oh fuck, I’ve fucked up-

“Really?” He hummed against her stomach, then his lips were on her thighs again, kissing her reverently, like he was worshipping her. “You know I’m a greedy bastard, right? You can’t just say that and expect me to not come back for seconds.” He growled as he pressed his tongue back into her slick, chasing after the whine it earned him.

“Mav-“ He heard her say his name, gasp it really, not for the first time that night either, and felt her muscles clenching in anticipation. He knew she was sensitive, but he wasn’t going to pass up something like this. Because making her come once was glorious- but if he could make it happen again-

He moaned into the seam where her thighs met her core. “You taste like sin,” and it was true enough, but he wasn’t normally this loose lipped with his lovers, not unless he actually felt something that went beyond just desire and need. Then he was tracing along her entrance with a finger, barely there, teasing. He could taste how wet she was while he was down there- but leaning back, seeing how slick she was for him, feeling her clench around nothing as he grazed her entrance with the tip of his finger was going to be ingrained in his memory for a long time. When he pressed his finger in, slow and deep, he felt his throat constrict as she arched into his hand and her walls fluttered around him.

“Yes-“ Namis voice was wrecked, it sounded like the word had been tore out of her on pure instinct.

He groaned, the sound guttural and raw as he slipped a second finger in, “Fuck, Nami-“ he muttered, all his breath gone as she canted her hips down, chasing his fingers as his thumb finally joined to add gentle pressure to that sensative bundle he’d just had his tongue against. “You feel so good-“ 

Nami felt like she couldn’t breathe, because his voice sounded raw now, dragged out of him like he had fully lost control, like she’d taken it from him and he didn’t want it back. The way he moved his fingers was deliberate, it screamed experience- the way they gently curled inside her, rubbed against her rather than stabbed into her recklessly like so many of her one night stands- and his thumb against her- “Please-“ the word left her in a whine, and she didn’t even know what she was asking for.

“You’re gunna come again for me, Babe-“ she could hear the words panted into her thigh on ragged breaths, “Just like this.” Her eyes squeezed shut, and that pressure built on each stroke, each flick of his thumb. Before her legs were being raised impossibly higher, and she opened her eyes to see him propped up, still knelt between her legs, legs still on his shoulders- but now, folding her nearly in half. 

But Mav kept going, couldn’t just sit back and watch- not this time. Needed to be closer, and he knew it didn’t make any sense, knew it sounded crazy- it wasn’t like he could get any closer than he was. But he brought his free hand up to her hair, pulling her head back gently as his fingers continued to move. Felt both of her hands tangle in his own hair- pulling him down into the crux of her shoulder. Till he was breathing in her scent with every breath, every inhale carrying that sweet concoction of jasmine and tangerine mixed with her arousal. “Wanna feel you fall apart,” he groaned into her neck, mouth hanging open and breath hot against her skin, shifting slightly before he sunk his teeth into sensitive skin and sucked. He wanted it to bruise, wanted to leave her a reminder- didn’t expect her to start fluttering around his fingers as she moaned his name. “Let me have it- god, Nami -give it to me-“ he choked out, her breath stuttering in his ear before he felt her entire body go taunt and she was clamping down around his fingers.

And she shattered around him, a keening cry slipping from her throat as her back arched off the sofa again.

He’d dug something out of her with this one, with his hands and his filthy mouth, it hit her so hard she wasn’t sure she was going to be able to speak after. Clinging to him desperately, shaking as her body pulsed through the aftershocks, and he was there-kissing her neck through it all- helping her through it. She whimpered as he eased his fingers out of her, pulling back just enough to lower her legs off his shoulders before she was wrapping her arms around his neck.

He didn’t know how long they stayed like that, with her holding him close, arms wrapped around him as he stroked her hair and breathed featherlight kisses against the underside of her jaw. But it was just as good as making her come apart.

When her grip loosened and he pulled back, she was blinking up at him, dazed and utterly pliant, her hair was a mess, tousled against the couches cushions, lips parted and damp, and the flush she wore stretched all the way from her cheeks down to her chest. Beautiful- so fucking beautiful, Jesus Christ.

“Do you want me to…” She trailed off, still in a daze as she looked down at him. She could see the hard line pressing against his jeans, thick and… god is that all him or just the crease in the denim- her attention was snapped back up to his face as he let out a low chuckle, a smile tugging at his lips as he brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them clean, all while shaking his head. The way he wrapped his mouth around his fingers, tongue darting out at the tips, had absolutely no right to be as obscene as it was. She felt that heat that had just settled flare again between her legs. Oh god.

Mav wiped his hand down his mouth and chin then, still shaking his head. “You should get some sleep, you look exhausted.” His voice was still hoarse when he spoke, and despite the fond look in his eyes, despite the heat still lingering between them, she couldn’t help but ask.

“Did you actually- do you enjoy that?” Nami was immediately silenced by the look he gave her, burning and almost disbelieving as one of his brows quirked up at her.

“Did I-“ Mav nearly choked before he dipped his head back down, pushing her thighs open with ease before he was dragging his tongue through her middle again, licking a slow deliberate stripe in some filthy excuse of a clean up. Namis heart nearly stopped as her whole body twitched, nerves fraying all over again. “Nami,” her name left his lips on a growl as he met her eyes again, kneeling up, tongue dragging across his lower lip where it was still damp from her slick. “I did… it’s one of my favourite things to do actually. Did I sound like I was having a bad time?” Mav gave her a wicked grin through still hooded eyes, flirty and effortlessly charming in a way that had her biting her lip to stop herself from letting out a laugh.

“No.” She breathed out a little giddily as she wrapped her arms back around his neck, drawing him in close again till her cheek was pressed against his. He let out a rumbling chuckle as one hand slid over her back and the other under her thighs, before she was being picked up like she weighed nothing. She had no idea why, maybe it was the high she was still riding, but it made a giggle fall past her lips.

“Just fyi, that’s something I’ll never not enjoy doing…Sounds like I might have overdone it a bit though actually.” He hummed, smiling against her cheek.

“I’m not a steak, you can’t overcook me.” She chided playfully, pressing her forehead into his neck as she smiled.

“Nah, you’re definitely cooked.” He murmured.

“Well maybe you should try again? I prefer my steak medium rare.” She teased as he pulled back just enough to look at her, just enough so that their noses were touching and his eyes dropped to her mouth for half a second before they were boring into her, simmering with mirth and something warmer, something maybe a little less savoury.

“And what is that a euphemism for, huh?” He husked.

“I think you know.” She hummed in challenge as he leant down enough to pull the sheets of her bed back, still holding her like a newlywed bride even as he tore he gaze away, and she heard the low hum from somewhere deep in his chest, saw a fresh dusting of pink on his cheeks as he flexed his jaw.

“You’re a menace.” 

She smirked at that, heard the restraint slipping back into his voice despite the roughness. But she found that as she was laid down, she didn’t want to let go, didn’t want him to go just yet. Even if he wasn’t going to let her return the favour, and she knew better than to ask him to stay, so she did the first thing that came to mind. “You can’t go yet.” She sighed, and she wanted to kick herself for how needy she sounded, but it was real, honest.

Mav let out a sigh as he pulled the duvet over her and stood up straight, hand rubbing at his face as he groaned. “Nami, if I stay, neither of us will get any sleep.” Her brow quirked at that, but at least he was honest, his tone gave away the rest. How much he wanted to stay and keep her awake all night, and also how he wasn’t quite ready to cross that line yet.

“Okay, since you’re so dead set on me getting my beauty sleep. you can go, on one condition.” She smirked up at him from where she was now sat in bed, making sure she was looking at him through her lashes. She knew he knew exactly what she was doing when he cocked his head to the side, a smirk of his own mirroring hers as he let out a snort. But he bit.

“What do you want?” He drawled lowly, hands on his hips now, smirk joined by raised brows.

“You’ve seen mine. Show me yours.” She wasn’t asking, and she watched him swallow as his jaw flexed and his tongue pushed against the inside of his cheek before he was dragging his hand over his face again. She was expecting him to put up a fight, to call her greedy, goade her or tease her with that silver tongue of his. 

What she didn’t expect was for him to take a step back.

He didn’t say anything as he dropped his hands from his hips and popped the button on his jeans. Nami held her breath, smirk gone in an instant as her eyes dropped to where he was pulling down his zip, and that zip coming down was loud. 

Almost as loud as her heart hammering, her thighs clenched instinctively as he tugged the denim down his hips till she could see that tent in black boxers instead. Enough to confirm that what she’d seen before, that ridge in his jeans. Was all him. Not a crease in the denim or trick of the angle or light, not just material flattering him and doing him a favour. He paused, long enough that she looked back up at his face to see him smirking at her still, his cheeks still rosy. It was oddly endearing, that he he was blushing under her gaze.

“That enough for you? It’s nothing special you know, I’m sure you’ve seen your fair share of dicks Nami.” He levelled her with a look, and it wasn’t an insult, more trying to bring her down from whatever lofty expectations she had it seemed. Which she couldn’t fathom why, when he was walking round with something that big hanging between his legs. She had seen her fair share, but she hadn’t seen his, the shower hardly counted- and it wasn’t standing to attention like it was now- she had the sneaking suspicion his was going to take the cake in every department.

“Mav.” She shot him a quiet look, her tone gentle but firm as she cocked one brow at him with a small smile and watched him stiffen where he stood. His spine going ramrod straight as he sucked in a breath. Interesting… “do as you're told, show me.” She kept her eyes on his face this time, and noticed how his lids seemed to flutter ever so slightly as his chest rose and fell in a strained steady rhythm.

He didn’t argue. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his briefs and pulled them out, away from himself, then down.

Nami felt her lips part as she took him in. Holding her breath as she stared, she’d like to say she was sizing him up, doing calculations in her head of what angles or positions would work best for what he was equipped with. But she wasn’t, her mind had gone blissfully blank to the point all she could reliably say was she wanted to touch it, to touch him. She took note of the important things of course- the curve and girth, enough to revisit later at the very least. And then she found her mouth opening, and whispered praise falling from her lips, “Good boy.” 

It had meant to be a little sarcastic as well as sincere, but it came out like a whispered breath. And the reaction was instantaneous. Because she heard Mavs breath hitch, and watched his cock jerk. 

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was loud. 

And she saw Mavs eyes widen just a touch as his mouth fell open. Then he was tucking himself away, re-zipping and buttoning his jeans as that flush darkened, and he was swallowing thickly, hand rubbing the back of his neck. Wow… now that is treasure in its own right, he likes to be- Jesus Christ Mav- what else am i going to find? It was almost embarrassing how quickly that little realisation turned her on, to find out that the muscled wall of a man in front of her, all six foot five of him- reacted so intensely to her praise.

“Mav, I’m sorry-“ she started before he was stepping back towards her, she didn’t know why she was apologising, she found it insanely attractive actually, but she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. 

He let out a quiet chuckle as he brought a hand to her hair. “Don’t be- it’s fine,” he started, voice hoarse and tight all over again as he pressed a kiss against her forehead, it was tender, despite how tense she could see he was. “Just wasn’t quite ready to be outed just yet, that’s all. Nothing to apologise for.” It was reassurance that she didn’t need, it almost made her feel bad for her big mouth. He sounded winded, and she couldn’t quite tell if he was embarrassed by his reaction in general, or anxious because it was her.

And she was not having it be the latter. Wasn’t going to let him sit with that in the back of his mind if that was the case. “You don’t think that I’m judging you, right? Because if you are, you're straight up wrong.” She asked as she wrapped her hand around his wrist and looked up at his face where he’d paused, and there was shock in his expression, masked by a playful smirk, but still apparent in his eyes.

“I’d hope you wouldn’t, and I’d be more than a little disappointed if you did, I’m not embarrassed by what I like, Nami.” He breathed as he turned his face away, that flicker of hesitation in his eyes as she rubbed her thumb soothingly against the inside of his wrist, his jaw tense as he wet his lips. “But I’ll admit, in my experience most women don’t like it- I’ve not had the best experiences with the two that I did tell, so I normally just… Don’t say anything.”

“Hold on- they didn’t-“ Nami paused as she squinted up at him in disbelief and let go of his wrist as she blinked. “I can’t comprehend why any woman wouldn’t enjoy- they could literally have you on your knees-“ Nami had a hand over her mouth then, Mavs hand. His brows in his hairline as he gaped at her before he was choking on a laugh, and then sucking in a breath after that laugh forced its way out.

“You're definitely more than alright with it then… noted.” He cleared his throat as he stepped back, cheeks still burning slightly from whatever it was she’d been about to come out with. Jesus Christ this woman is gunna have me by the balls. “Don’t try anything till we’ve talked about this, alright?”

She blushed a little at the authority in his tone but nodded all the same, and he took his hand off her mouth with a smirk pulling at his lips, quiet laughter dancing in his eyes. “Goodnight, Mav.” She breathed.

“Goodnight, Nami.” He hummed with a smile, turning and heading to the door of her room, still hot under the collar and nowhere near as put together as he had been when he’d first knocked. He cast her a glance over his shoulder as he reached for the door handle, and chuckled as she stuck her middle finger up at him with a wicked smirk, before he was laughing quietly. 

Namis shoulders shook as she bit her lip, trying to hold her own laughter in, and with a playful wink her way, Mav was gone. Her door clicked shut behind him.

Mav made it one step out of Namis room before her staggered.

He stopped, bracing one hand on the wall opposite her quarters as he sucked in a slow breath, trying to calm down the riot that was his heart trying to hammer out of his chest. Despite the fact it had to have been over five minutes now since he made her come apart for the second time- he was still hard and aching- still fighting for his life.

The breath he’d took didn’t help much, not when the air still felt thick with her. Her scent was everywhere, a tang of salt from her sweat and tangerines clung to his skin, and the faintest hint of her musk still clung to his lips too. Her taste was still on his fucking tongue, but some absolutely depraved part of him loathed the thought of getting rid of it, actually considered not brushing his teeth just so he could lie awake for what would probably be the rest of the night- and taste the memory of her on repeat.

He pressed his forehead against the cool wood of the wall opposite her room, the corridor thankfully empty, and took another breath. 

He could still picture all of it, the flush on her cheeks- the way her back arched for him, her thighs wrapped around his ears and the sounds she made… God I could listen to her saying my name like that all day and night and it wouldn’t be enough.

What made it worse though, was that she’d basically offered to return the favour, and despite declining she somehow still managed to get him with his cock out in the middle of her room. That fucking smirk she’d gave him when she’d spoke her one condition into the room had nearly killed him, how could a woman be so perfect? So confident and cocksure but with that softer side too, and a side that had her turn into putty in his hands.

 Mav didn’t like the word sexy, it made him cringe a little, he never knew why- he just thought there were better ways to describe someone you found attractive. But as a summary, he had to admit that while Nami was complex as a person, he found so many parts of her so effortlessly sexy that he sort of felt like a teenager again. She figured out he liked praise for fuck sake- and she wanted him on his knees… again- but what for this time- How the fuck did I walk away from that?

Of course he’d wanted to stay, to bury himself in her sheets, in her skin too. Wanted to let her explore every inch of him like he knew from her twitching hands on her bed sheets, she’d absolutely delight in, he’d let her ruin him with the curious touch and smart ass mouth at some point- but tonight wasn’t that night.

But the softness in her face, before they dove into the deep end, when she’d said she liked him. He could wait, that undid him a little, and it had been the only reason he’d stayed to give her a little piece of something more.

Because it wasn’t just lust, it was more than just physical. Though the physical side had definitely won tonight.

After another breath he fisted his hand at his side and forced himself to carry on down the corridor. Each step was stiff, and it almost felt like he was dragging a live wire behind him as some primal part of him clawed at the floor with every step away from her, wanting him to turn around, to drag him back through that door and into her arms- into her bed.

His jaw was clenched so tight it ached, and he was far to caught up in the images of her playing on repeat in his mind- lips parted, voice wrecked and legs splayed wide open for him- that he didn’t notice the flash of green until he’d walked straight into the shorter wall of muscle.

Shit.

“Oi asshole, watch where you’re going.” Zoro hissed and Mav was pushed back with a shove to his middle as he cursed.

“Shit, sorry. Didn’t realise you were round the corner man.” He rubbed the back of his head as he winced at the frown that he was receiving, hoped his voice was casual enough for Zoro not to pick up on anything before he stepped around the swordsman. The movement was a little stiff, definitely not casual, but Zoro didn’t say anything. The look Mav was getting from the swordsman was flat, so he stupidly went to continue down the hall.

Zoro’s hand grabbed his forearm, stopping him in his tracks. “Hold it, Gingerbread.” Mav felt his jaw clench, Zoro noticed but didn’t comment. “Which way is Nami's room?”

Mav squinted his eyes at Zoro in suspicion. “Why?” That was definitely the wrong fucking question. Because he should have said something along the lines of ‘how the hell would I know?’, not ask the woman’s nakama why he wanted to know where her room was.

“The hell do you mean why? Because I heard something, sounded like she was in pain-“ 

Mav nearly choked as he cut Zoro off a little too quickly. “I’m sure she’s fine.” Fuck, i should have told her to keep it down or something… His skin still felt hot and a little clammy, pulse still way too quick, and he was now even more aware of how her scent was quite literally-clinging to his skin.

Zoro gave him a look. It was slow and assessing. Starting on his face before Zoro was cocking one brow up at him as he looked him up and down. Mav was just thankful that his problem had wavered enough to not be noticeable through his jeans if he was honest, but he kept the sigh of relief to himself. “What’s with that look?”

“What look?” He mumbled, genuinely confused.

Zoro folded his arms. “Your hair is literally all over the place. Nd’ you look- are you drunk?”

“What?! No idiot- how the fuck would I be drunk in the space of how long has it been since dinner? An hour or two?” Mav frowned at Zoro, did he seriously look that much of a mess? 

“Then why the hell do you look like somebody has been ragging you around by your hair, and where’s your bobble g-“ Zoro cut himself off as his one eye widened, finger pressed into Mavs chest now as he stared at him. Mav didn’t dare breathe, he just held Zoro’s gaze, coming up with around five ways he could escape the swordsman if he needed to- and a handful more scenarios of how this conversation could actually go. Zoro’s nostrils flared as he hissed out quietly. “What did you do?” 

“I don’t know what you mean-“

“Mav.” Zoro said flatly, his tone firm as he frowned, but Mav couldn’t quite read if Zoro had actually clicked on or was just calling his bluff to get him to spill the beans. He could easily find out, but he wasn’t about to go digging in his old friends head like that.

Mav just stared at Zoro, kept his expression neutral and mildly intrigued to hopefully throw the other man off his scent as he cocked a brow. Before his hand twitched at his side, he should have resisted the urge, he really should have. Should have kept his damn hand still. But he didn’t. He brought his hand up to his mouth, and dragged it down over his chin. To anyone else the action wouldn’t have meant anything, maybe something was irritating his face, or he was tired- but not to Zoro.

He saw the moment Zoro realised, watched his friends eyes close before the man was pinching the bridge of his nose and letting out a frustrated groan. A slight flush dusting tanned cheeks as a Mav finally let out a huge sigh. The game was up.

The cat was out of the bag.

“Please tell me you didn’t-“

“I didn’t.” He cut in quickly, raising his hands for a second in mock surrender. “Atleast- not that.” He added with a tilt of his head as he cast a glance down the corridor to make sure nobody else was coming, when he looked back at Zoro the man was levelling him with a look that demanded explanation. “I was seduced.” The words fell out of his mouth before he could stop them, a weak defense, a non-existent one really. Because he and Zoro both knew it took two to tango. 

Which is exactly why in the next second Zoro was snorting at him, voice still low with his hand over his eyes as a barely there smirk pulled at his mouth. “Takes fuck-all to seduce you.”

Mav smacked Zoro round the back of the head for that. “That’s fucking rude, don’t make me sound like addict- you know what, you’ve just insulted me in about six different ways actually.” Mav blinked as he looked over Zoro’s head before he was frowning. Then he found his mouth pulling up into a disgruntled line before he shoved past Zoro and continued down the corridor. Zoro might have been joking, but that comment had pissed him off a bit. 

Not everything was black and white, and he wasn’t a teenager anymore with nothing but sex and swords on his mind. Not that they weren’t on his mind, they absolutely were, but he’d lived a little since then, lost a lot too. The hard reality of things was that life is hard and fucking complicated, and maybe it stung more because he was fucking lonely, had been for two years now. Maybe he’d found himself in a strangers bed more often than not because of that fact. But it didn’t mean that he couldn’t fucking feel things for someone at the same time as wanting them like that. “Whatever, think what you want but keep your mouth shut, it’s got nothing to do with you.”

“Oh no you fucking don’t.” Zoro ground out before he was grabbing the back of Mavs' vest and dragging him through a random door in the corridor, which just so happened to be the laundry room. He hadn’t said it to piss the man off, but even if it wasn’t any of his business. Nami was still nakama, and Mav… Mav was his friend. He couldn’t stop them and he wasn’t going to try, but he definitely didn’t want issues between the pair of them if they were going down some sort of complicated route here. “Look-“ Zoro said as he shut the door behind them and swivelled to face Mav. The man had his arms crossed over his chest looking thoroughly unimpressed. “For the record i didn’t mean it like that, I more meant you’re real fucking easy to rile up.”

Mav frowned deeper. “What the hell do you mean by that, you trying to dig yourself a deeper hole here?”

“I’m saying you’re not easy to seduce, you’ve got way too much self restraint for me to say that- wrong wording. But it doesn’t take much to get you going.” Zoro deadpanned and Mav just raised his brows at that going to open his mouth before he was frowning in confusion and blinking.

“Okay, less insulting, but… elaborate. Because I’m still not sure how the hell I’m apparently so ‘easy to turn on’.” Mav made air quotes with his hands, face intrigued now rather than pissed. And Zoro knew they were getting off topic, and he would wrangle them back round to the matter at hand in a second. But first-

“You’re sensitive. Mav, if you’re relaxed I’ve seen you spring a stiffy from someone looking at you a certain way.” 

Mav leaned his hip against one of the dryers as he let out a sigh and ran his hand through his hair. “Alright fair play, but I like people’s eyes, you can read a lot from people’s eyes. They were probably hot too though.” Mav shrugged, and Zoro snorted. “Who was it anyway?”

“Me.” Zoro smirked.

Mav just grinned as he shook his head and let out a curt laugh before putting his hand over his eyes. “Of fucking course it was you- what’s your point anyway, because I know you weren’t trying to fish for compliments- your dumb ass did have a point.”

“Point is- what the fuck happened with you and Nami. How did you end up in a position for something to happen and-What the hell did I hear-“ Zoro hissed out, punctuating the start of each sentence with a different hand gesture.

Mav rubbed the back of his neck then as he looked at the wall past Zoro, seemingly a little zoned out before he pulled a face that clearly meant ‘I have no fucking idea how I ended up where I did’. Before he heaved out a sigh. “I just went to talk to her about something that happened last night. She was on the couch in her room, and she couldn’t untie her sandals so I offered to help.”

“So her sandals being stuck on her feet are the reason you look like you’ve been put through the ringer?” Zoro cocked his brow at Mav, because the bastard knew exactly what he was asking; he was just avoiding the obvious, and that was when Zoro noticed it, catching off the dim light in the room as the ship gently swayed. A wet streak, no longer than the head of a nail and probably thinner than one of his earrings, just to the left of Mavs chin on his jaw line. He’d suspected it before, from the way Mav had dragged his hand down his mouth, but that all but confirmed it. 

“What do you want me to say man? I had to use my teeth on the knots because they weren’t moving and I was already knelt on the floor- things got a little out of hand.” Mav held his hands up and Zoro snorted.

“So out of hand you fell face first between her legs huh?” Zoro smirked, trying to hold himself together when Mav looked up at him like he’d been caught red handed, eyes a little wide and brows in his hairline. “You’re walking round with the evidence still on your damn face.” Zoro pointed at his own chin, mirroring where that damp spot was on Mavs face. “A little… damp.”

 Zoro watched in real time as his friends hand flew up to wipe his face before he was covering his mouth with his hand, looking Zoro dead in the eye with a split second of shock and somehow not an ounce of embarrassment. There was a beat of silence.

They keeled over in unison as they sputtered out a wheezing sound that quickly subsided into barking laughter, genuine amusement rolling off them both. Especially as Mav ended up sliding down the front of the dryer into a heap on the floor with his head in his hands.

“It’s your funeral man.” Zoro managed between his still bubbling laughter as Mav grinned behind the hand now covering his eyes, shoulder still shaking from where he sat.

“I got two death threats during, mate. Trust me, I know.” That grin didn’t leave.

“I can’t believe what I heard was because of your fucking mouth.” Zoro groaned, a grimace now on his face that had Mav laughing even harder from his spot on the floor.

“I’m just lucky you got lost while trying to find her room by the sound of it- and for the record- I didn’t intend for anything to happen.” Mav waved his hand at Zoro, a more serious look on his face now, not stern but steadfast, sure of himself. “I don’t need you to give me any sort of talk. We both know this has the potential to be a little complicated, but…” Mav let out a sigh as he met Zoro’s gaze, those pale blue eyes open and a little vulnerable. “I like her man, genuinely. She’s a pain in the ass, full of hell and sarcastic as anything, but she’s pretty funny too. She’s just…good.”

Zoro let that sink in as they watched eachother in the comfortable quiet, humming thoughtfully as he let a small smile pull at his mouth. “She’s alright for a witch I suppose. Just as long as you know what you’re getting into- you’ve told her you-“ I seriously hope you’ve told her you like her Mav or this could go to shit immediately.

Mav nodded though, Zoro found himself letting out a breath of relief. “Course I have, feelins’ mutual too. I gotta admit though…” Mav rubbed the back of his neck, and actually started blushing. “She’s really bloody persuasive when she wants to be.”

Zoro barked out another laugh at that. “She’s a swindler, and a thief. She knows how to sweet talk people, especially men and you would absolutely get robbed blind by her by the sounds of it, idiot.”

“Wouldn’t need to rob me, she could just ask and I’d give her it.” Mav chuckled lazily in a daze and Zoro let out a sigh of disbelief, because Jesus, Mav wasn’t this open when he’d known him in the village. He’d gotten better when they left, had always been getting better at being more open with certain things. But this, he was being so honest with Zoro about his feelings, his affection- he’d changed, grew as a person. It made something like pride swell in Zoro’s chest.

“I would say you’re doomed but I know you’d never stop calling her on her bullshit too, so I reckon you’ll be fine.” Zoro shrugged before he smirked. “Go to bed you fucking gremlin, before someone catches you smiling like an idiot.”

“Ive had a pretty fucking good evening, I’m not gonna walk around scowling about it.”

“Oh yea?” Zoro snorted, shaking his head in disbelief. “You can’t have lasted very long between me hearing noises and bumping into you, not scared you showed yourself up Rapunzel?” Zoro chided as Mav stood up and headed towards the door giving him a snort as he glanced over his shoulder at him with a quick but quiet look.

“Ahaha” Mav gave him a sarcastic little laugh. “nah, can’t have cuz I didn’t…” Mav trailed off with a shrug and was pushing through the door. Zoro gaped after him, hot on his heels.

“Fucking hell Mav, you’ve got it bad.” 

“Shut up.” Mav gave his arm a thwack as they walked. Zoro didn’t admit that he was following Mav because he’d gotten lost trying to find his way out of the ship, but it seems he didn’t have too as Mav paused in the corridor and let out a sigh. “You’ve got watch tonight, don’t you?”

“Yea.”

“Idiot. C’mon.” Mav turned around on the spot taking them in the opposite direction, Zoro could feel a tug at his hip and noticed that he wasn’t exactly being dragged along, but Mav had two fingers hooked at the side of his sash, like he was keeping him on some sort of leash.

Bastard thinks I’m going to wander off. “I’m not gunna get lost asshole, I know this ship better than you do.” He grunted with a scowl before they came to a split at the end of the corridor, a choice to go left or right.

“Alright then smart ass, which way?” Mav stared at him pointedly. Zoro turned left before he was yanked back by his sash, Zoro felt the flush of embarrassment burning his cheeks and ears as Mav heaved out a sigh. “You’re actually hopeless.” 

“Piss off.” He grumbled, swatting at Mavs hand till it dropped from his sash, he made to turn right then, until he felt a tug at his coat. “What the hell?”

Mav didn’t answer him right away, but Zoro saw his eyes narrowing at him before the lapel of his coat was being pulled aside and the redheads eyebrows rose. A smirk curled its way onto his mouth too. Zoro looked down at himself in confusion at the same time Mavs fingers traced over one of the angry hickies blooming on his chest. Holy fuck Cook… he could see atleast four red bruising marks, all strategically placed off to one side of his chest going down to his ribs just under his peck. God knows what my fucking neck and shoulder looks like.

“Damn.” Mav let out a low whistle and Zoro was instantly slapping the man’s hand away. “Sanji really made a meal out of you, huh?”

Zoro scowled. Instantly reminded not only of the blonde, but that look he’d gave him all over again. “Hands off Mr Sensitive.” He didn’t mean to sound so snappy, but Mav noticed. He always noticed those sorts of things, even back then. Zoro watched the smirk drop as Mavs expression softened into something more thoughtful, but blissfully the smithy didn’t say anything.

They walked in silence for a while, Zoro quietly following Mavs lead down the forever twisting and winding corridors of the ship until they pushed through a door that lead them out onto deck. The sea was calm, the night was cool. Just cool enough to have Mav shoving his hands in his pockets.

“You alright?” Mav asked, voice lacking that teasing edge now.

Zoro grunted. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t seem that way, Z.” Mav pressed gently, and Zoro knew he’d been read like a fucking book as soon as that ancient nickname came into play. It was the first time Mav had used it since being here. “Not like you to get cagey over a few hickies, use your words Zoro.”

Zoro didn’t answer him straight away. He kept his gaze forward, jaw tight as they walked toward the crows nest, Zoro found his hand coming to rest on wados hilt, as if on instinct. A quiet but subtle comfort. Mav noticed, but didn’t comment.

It wasn’t the marks, had fuck all to do with the hickies. He was more than okay with the cooks mouth being on him.

“He gave me this look.” He muttered out finally. “Back in the galley, after he’d finished chewing me up.” Zoro found himself pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. He wasn’t good at this sort of thing, he’d got better at it, could be blatant about some things now. But others were still tricky. “Not the look where he wants to kick my ass, or take me apart.”

Mav didn’t speak, he just tilted his head, waiting. Letting Zoro know he was listening as they drifted past the ladders up to the crows nest and over to the railing.

He found his voice low when he opened his mouth again. “It’s… hard to explain. I’ve seen it a bunch of times before. Years ago, before we all split for two years to train.”

“Try.” Mav said carefully, sat against the railing with his arms folded over his chest as Zoro braced against the railing and stared out at the sea.

He hesitated, grimacing before he spoke again. “It’s sort of haunted, looks like pain- but not the kind from a fight. It’s like he’s looking at me like I’m breakable… almost like I,” Zoro flung his hands up, frustrated beyond belief, “like I died or something.” He finished with a heaved breath as he slammed his hands back into the railing, teeth grinding together.

Mav hummed beside him then. “And have you?”

“I’m still here aren’t I?” Zoro grunted, unamused. But he could tell Mav wasn’t joking from the tight expression on his face.

“People get haunted by shit, Zoro. Even the stubborn ones… Especially the stubborn ones actually.” Mav offered as he shrugged his shoulders, it wasn’t dismissive though, more Mavs way of saying ‘it is what it is.’ But that didn’t help Zoro much, even if talking about it to someone did actually feel like a small weight was lifting from his shoulders. “I’m guessing you’ve asked about it.” It was a statement rather than a question, a nudge for him to continue.

So he did. “Yea.” Zoro found himself sighing as he frowned at the gentle waves where they were docked. “He always told me I was imagining things.” He scoffed. “We fought about it more than once. Hit me with the same bullshit earlier too, when I called him out on it.”

Zoro felt his scowl deepen as he gripped Wados hilt a little tighter.

“He’s never looked at any of the others like that. Not once. Just me.” He put his elbows on the railing then and let his head hang between his shoulders as a sigh left him. “Thought those two years away had finally got rid of that shit, and now that looks back and i don’t fucking know why.” 

Mav didn’t say anything to him for a time, they just stood leaning against the railing.

“Probably something you’ve done then.”

“No fucking shit.” Zoro turned to glare at the ginger then, because what fucking help was that? But Mav just waved his annoyance away like it was bothersome, like it was getting in the way or something. Like Zoro was missing his point.

“No, but seriously. There’s obviously something you’ve done that nobody else has. You can forgive someone without forgetting about something you know, hell maybe he doesn’t want to talk about it because of that very reason, Z.” Mav said with a pointed look in his direction before Zoro felt an elbow nudging at his arm. “You do know he has forgiven you right, for whatever it is?”

“How the hell can you know that?” He grunted, turning his scowl on the red head that had scooted closer to his side on the ship's railing. 

“Because he loves you, you green headed fuckwitt.” Mav snapped, hand clipping the back of his head for the second time that night as Zoro resisted the urge to elbow Mav in the ribs, for about five seconds. Because that slap stung a bit. Mav hunched over when his elbow connected as he wheezed out a breathless chuckle. 

“Tsch. What’s the point in love if it’s not gunna get rid of that look?” Zoro muttered, bitterness seeping into his tone as his jaw tightened again.

“You’re so fucking stupid.” Mav breathed, smiling despite his now sore ribs.

“Well how do I get rid of it?” Zoro scowled, he didn’t understand what Mav was getting at here. Of course he wanted to know the reason behind the look but he also wanted to never see that fucking expression on Sanji’s face ever again. “Do I need to love him differently? More? The fuck do I do?” It wasn’t even a question, the bite to his tone making it sound more like a demand.

But Mav just leaned back against the railing a little more loosely than before and gave him a long, patient look. Brows raised slightly, and a smile on his face that was soft as all hell, fond even. Zoro had been on the receiving end of that smile more than once, but this one, it was slightly different- there was something knowing in Mavs eyes, something-

He froze.

What he’d just said-

He felt the weight of it, sudden and undeniable, and it hit him square in the chest like a punch to the gut.

Holy shit. I’m in love with the Cook.

Not some slow burning comfortable loyalty, like what he carried for his crew. Not that sort of love. Not even just the attraction that simmered between them openly now. No, this was deeper. Older. Something that had been rooted in him for a good long fucking while.

Years… fucking years…

He swallowed thickly, feeling like the world was tilting under his boots as a warm hand clasped him on the shoulder. Mav gave him a knowing smile as that hand squeezed. And Zoro realised, as Mav spoke, that he wasn’t getting any feedback from the cook. There was nothing but quiet in his own head. He tried to reach out with his affection, quietly, subtly stretching his mind out. But there was nothing. 

The positivity beam… its wore off.

“Took you long enough to catch up.” Mavs voice ripped him back into the present, along with the gingers grin. Now acutely aware of what and who they were talking about again as he shook his head in disbelief and scoffed. The realisation hitting him with the added weight of uncertainty and fear?

“Doesn’t mean he feels the same.” Zoro heard himself muttering like he was listening to someone else speak. His voice low and taunt, heavy with the weight of reality.

The look Mav gave him was sharper than that of one of his blades, brows knitted together in an instant and blue eyes piercing his before that expression softened in the blink of an eye, his friend flexing his jaw where he stood to get rid of it. “You’re a fucking dickhead.” Mav said, voice dry but not unkind as he caught Zoro’s eye again. Zoro could have sworn something flickered behind those blue eyes but it was gone before he could figure out what it was. “But… you’re a pretty easy guy to love, you know?”

It was thrown out so casually, like it wasn’t one of the heaviest things anyone had said to him in a long time, and he had no idea why it was heavy- but it felt it. It felt weighted. Even as Mav ruffled his hair fondly and brushed past him heading into the ship, leaving him to his own thoughts. Something warm curled in his chest beneath his ribs as he let those words sink in.

Easy to love, huh?

He hadn’t thought about it like that before. Not thought about any of it like that before actually. How anyone else could feel towards him, he’d never really cared enough to let that thought cross his mind. But it did now, of course it did when it was to do with Sanji. Despite that sudden surge of loneliness at not having the cook there in the back of his mind, a warm and he found now suprisingly welcome- constant sitting in his subconscious, he was a little bit glad that the positivity beams power had ran out when it did. Because he needed to sit on this for a while, feel his feelings a little more before he thought about telling the blonde anything.

Mavs' words stayed tangled in his chest, in a knot that he didn’t quite know how to untie just yet, and he sighed as he dragged himself toward the crows nest to properly start his watch. Mind on his blonde and his best friends words.

If he was so slow on the uptake of these sort of things, what else hadn’t he realised yet?

Wonder what else Zoro hasn’t realised despite it being said so fucking blatantly, hmmmm

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Chapter Text

Sorry about the long wait guys, I’ve had a really tough few weeks with work/ mental health and shit. 

I had part of this chapter written for a while but really wanted to deep dive into the dynamics properly with the characters so re wrote a lot of it.

I hope you enjoy! Much love for sticking around 🥰

It was day three on the island. Day three and Zoro was once again reduced to being a pack mule for the cook, a task in which he thought he’d managed to avoid this time round, but as usual- no such luck. The sun was high in the sky to mark midday and he was stood in the centre of the town weighed down by a crate of fruit and already far too many bags as he watched the blonde bartering for spices at a stall nearby. There was a buzz of soft chatter from the townspeople out doing errands or shopping, in and out of the shops on the street, some greeting eachother like neighbours- or even friends. He supposed that with the towns size, only a few hundred people living here, they would all get to know one another rather well so it made sense in a way.

The banners and lanterns were still strung up between the buildings, a sea of red and gold above their heads, but pierro was still yet to appear. At this point Zoro had a sneaking suspicion the townspeople were telling lies… or they were all just a little crazy. Then there was a clink behind him, a plop of water as another person threw a coin into the fountain he was stood beside- they’d been doing it on and off for the past half hour he’d been standing here. What is the deal with this fountain anyway?

Zoro turned around to actually look at the thing people were throwing their money into and found himself squinting as the clear water reflected the sun directly into his eye. But there was a statue at the centre of the small fountain. A woman carved in soft grey stone, worn smooth in places by time and the sea wind. Her hair was tied back, a small smile on her face, and in one arm she cradled a mixing bowl along with a whisk. She looks like the sort of woman who’d lecture you for stealing food and then send you away with a double portion of whatever she’d made anyway.

He was that focused on the statue he didn’t even hear the cook till he was stood beside him, the smell of smoke and the sight of it curling past the edges of his vision the only indication he was there before the blonde spoke. “The towns founder, and a baker... Now that’s my kinda woman.”

Zoro couldn’t help the eye roll he did. Or the scoff. “What woman isn’t your type of woman, Cutly?” It was a quiet grumble, not something the cook was supposed to catch, especially not with how the comment had actually sent a stab of bitterness through him. It’s a statue, the hell is wrong with me?

He dared a glance Sanji’s way, just to check his comment hadn’t been heard, and he was met by a shit eating grin that was all teeth and trouble. Oh for fuck sake.

“What’s with that tone, Marimo?” Sanji pressed, sucking on his cigarette before blowing the smoke out of his nose as Zoro’s eyebrow twitched, that grin turned into a smirk. He was in love with an asshole. Was he hell going to admit that shit to the blonde, pissing me off like this on purpose- I should cut his suit to pieces when I get back to the sunny. Wipe that smirk off his face.

“Are you jealous?” Sanji’s tone was teasing when it met his ears and Zoro ground his teeth together where he felt his blood boiling, he wasn’t jealous over a statue, the blonde was lucky he was carrying all this shit or he’d have cut him down where he stood. He still couldn’t believe he actually loved the bastard stood beside him, the one that was rubbing him the complete wrong way- and pissing him the fuck off more than anyone else he’d ever met in his life. It was strange, having said it outloud, admitting it. Like as soon as he’d spoke the words into the air a few nights ago to Mav, everything finally clicked. It all made sense.

“Of a statue? I know you’re blonde, but I didn’t think you were that stupid.” He snarked, the response was instantaneous.

“You know that’s not what I meant, asshole.” 

Zoro watched Sanji’s brow twitch in irritation where he stood looking at him before the cook turned his attention back to the fountain and the statue, and then he was talking, goading the blonde. Because that’s what they did best. That’s what they’d always done best. “You bout to spring a nosebleed dart-brow? If you ask nicely I might cut her off the base so you can go have some privacy at one of the inns.”

The look he got wasn’t even just anger, it was mixed deliciously with a healthy dose of disgust. “You’re disgusting.”

“You’re the one that drools like a dog whenever the opposite sex is in your eyeline, I’m just trying to help you with your problem.” Zoro shrugged, a grin spreading on his own face now, wicked and smug as Sanji’s face got redder. He wasn’t trying to help, at all. But he wasn’t exactly lying either about the cook’s borderline obsession with women.

“You are the only problem I currently have you algae-covered fuck head, and i don’t drool over women-“

Zoro was fine with winding the cook up, he would have been fine if the cook had just threw insults back at him. But as soon as the asshole had opened his mouth to try and defend himself. Something tugged in the centre of his chest. “Really? I’ve had to watch it happen on repeat for years but the fuck do I know, right?” He scoffed as he rolled his eyes, turning away from the cook as he started walking back towards the ship.

He didn’t look back. He didn’t see the look of realisation and regret cross Sanji’s face, or the guilt as blue eyes followed him. But he heard the footsteps as the blonde jogged to catch up.

“Wrong way, Marimo.” Sanji’s voice was quieter now as a pale hand found his arm, wrapping around his bicep gently as it tugged at him. “I didn’t realise it bothered you.” 

There it was.

The quiet admission. The apology that wasn’t really an apology. But then again, why the hell would it be an apology? It’s not like he had a claim over Sanji. He never had. Maybe not until now but still, the blonde was his own person, he could act how he liked, even if it stung. Though… maybe it shouldn’t sting, maybe this is something we should talk about. Maybe I don’t have to watch him act like that anymore…

“I didn’t have a right to be bothered by any of it, I think it’s cringey as all hell how you act around women half the time anyway. But-“ Zoro was cut off by the blonde then as he was spun around, those fingers leaving his bicep as he walked in step beside the him now, finally heading in the right direction. But Sanji knew, he’d almost forgotten how much they’d shared in this past week, the blonde knew how long he’d harboured some sort of feelings for the cook. So his next words shouldn’t have surprised him as much as they did.

Sanji’s voice was low, heavy. Smoke curled past the edge of his cheek as he breathed the words out. “Doesn’t mean it hurt any less to watch, Marimo.” There was a pause then and Zoro glanced to the side only to flush when a blue eye caught his gaze. It was sincere in an unguarded way that had his breath nearly catching in his throat, “hope you’ve not had to witness me acting  like that since- you know.” Sanji gestured vaguely between them both and Zoro snorted, a small smile tugging at his mouth. “But it absolutely means I’m not the only one who’s been jealous.” Sanji’s tone lightened to something fond and teasing as Zoro felt an elbow nudge into his ribs.

“Whatever, just don’t be doing that same shit to me that you do with the ladies, I’m not a piece of meat.” 

Sanji snorted at that but didn’t say anything.

Zoro continued. “I just don’t get it, Robin was at least polite to you half the time but did you never notice how snappy Nami got, she listens to you more when you talk to her like the rest of us.”

“To be honest I did, but didn’t realise it was sometimes because of me.” Sanji said and Zoro looked up to see the man grimacing beside him as they walked. “Why did it annoy you so much anyway, if you think it’s cringey, why were you jealous if you don’t like my behaviour?” Sanji gestured in front of him in a vague way but didn’t make eye contact, Zoro could tell immediately the man was embarrassed, it wasn’t his intention but a part of him was glad the cook was at least having some self awareness, though he didn’t really feel like rubbing in that fact right now. Not when the blonde was actually trying to have an open discussion with him rather than bite his head off.

But the question made Zoro’s ears burn, his own turn to be embarrassed. Because the truth was a little sad, definitely something he never wanted to admit, but to hell with it. He was going to say it, he was going to be honest. If Mav had grown to such a degree to be able to talk so freely now, he had to be better too. But despite the deep breath he took and the way his chest puffed out slightly, his voice still came out a quiet grumble as he ground his jaw together. “Because… I wanted your attention.”

Sanji stopped walking then, and Zoro knew if the positivity beam was still in effect that this would be so much easier. They wouldn’t be struggling so much to talk to each other, to communicate. He couldn’t help but sigh as he stopped as well, turning round to look at the cook, aiming to be disgruntled with his glare but immediately having the look disarmed by Sanji’s wide blue eye. Wide with shock before it softened and a small smile pulled at the cook’s mouth.

“Well you have my attention now Moss-head.” Sanji’s gaze flickered down to his mouth then and Zoro felt his skin heat up under that look before the blonde was stubbing out his cigarette under his shoe and walking back towards him. Hand twitching at his side before it was shoved into his pocket. “You want special food and drink making too like I do for the ladies? More than I already do?” The question was casual even if the subject was anything but. They continued walking again.

“More than you already do? Huh? And what was with your hand just now?”

“I make you specific things now idiot, have done for the past year, and the bottles of sake i bring you- nobody else gets that treatment. Didn’t think you’d appreciate a song and dance about it especially when half the time I find you, you're asleep.” Sanji snorted and then he looked away, that hand from his pocket coming up to card through blonde strands before he added. “As for my hand…I almost tapped your ass.” The cook breathed out the last statement, voice quiet but still audible to Zoro.

He let out a laugh at the admission, he couldn’t help it. The fact the cook did actually bring him stuff was true, but the fact he’d almost slipped up- in the middle of town, and admitted to it. Zoro couldn’t stop the grin and the chuckle that forced its way out of him. That fondness wrapped around him again and actually crept into his voice too.

“Hands to yourself Curly, just said I’m not a piece of meat.”

“Yea yea, never said you were Marimo. But I don’t think you’d complain much at being handled like a piece of meat, steak-specifically.” Sanji said, voice dropping low.

Zoro didn’t understand the cooking metaphor at all, but he had an inkling this conversation was heading down a less than appropriate route, especially if the cook’s voice was anything to go by. He felt his skin heat up as he dared to quirk a brow up at the blonde, pretending to be unbothered as he asked, “What’d ya mean, Cook?”

Sanji gave him a look then, a blue eye dragging down his front with heat before a smirk pulled across that far too pretty face. “Meat- especially steak, needs to be tenderised before you do anything with it.”

Zoro remained ignorant, the meaning again lost on him, but he could feel a flush creeping up his neck now. Because he was going to ask, he had to know, needed to know what the hell Sanji meant by this- because that look he was receiving was scorching. Even if he got the explicit nature behind the cook's words, he didn’t understand them, so all he could do was flush under his gaze. He needed to know- “how do you tenderise a steak?”

There was a beat of quiet as they stepped onto the road leading to the docks. The Sunny was in sight and only around two minutes walk away now. 

The sun felt as though it was burning holes through his coat along with Sanji’s gaze as they continued to walk, until Zoro saw Sanji lean in, from the corner of his eye, till he could feel hot breath against his ear and on the side of his neck. He knew the cook saw him shiver even while carrying all their supplies.

Then there were words burning against his skin, as hot as the breath that carried them. “You pound it.”

Zoro felt that heat cover his entire face before it plummeted south on its own accord. His teeth ground together as a strained sound made its way out of his mouth through his gritted teeth. That fucking bastard-

“You alright Marimo? You look a little red.”

“Shut the hell up and walk faster.” He grunted, bristling as the blondes laughter met his ears, but he heard those dress shoes speed up to keep pace with him regardless.

“You know I thought we might struggle a bit without the positivity beam helping us out, maybe I was wrong.” Sanji said, voice laced with amusement as Zoro threw him a glare.

“You’re gunna struggle with my hands wrapped around your neck in a minute, Cook.” He growled, only to see Sanji’s brows raise in amusement even if the blonde did flush a little pink at his comment. They were on the ship before anything else could be said, Zoro made a beeline to the galley and promptly dropped all of the gear he’d been carrying on the ground and the counters in the kitchen, Robin was sat at the table with Nami, sipping a cup of tea as she smiled over at him.

“You look a little flushed, Mr swordsman, are you alright?” Robin smiled, genuine concern in her tone that had Zoro suck in a breath to get some of his composure back.

“M’ fine.” He grunted, the cook was pushing through the doors in the next second still smirking like an idiot even after clocking the two women sat at the table.

“You sure it’s nothing to do with Sanji?” Nami smirked as Zoro turned to throw her a glare.

“Zip it, I know what you were up to the other night Witch, don’t test me.” Zoro huffed out, and watched as Nami went the same shade of red he was feeling, mug raised about an centimetre from her face and about to take a sip. Robin raised both brows at that before she turned to Nami expectantly. Sanji’s brows were raised too before he glanced back at Zoro after seeing how red in the face Nami had went.

But before the cook could say a word, Robin was talking again. “Something you want to share?”

“No.” Nami said defensively before she shot Zoro a glare. “I don’t know what you think you know asshole, but keep your mouth shut.”

“It’s not my business.” Zoro grinned, his own blush fading at the distraction that was one of his favourite pastimes of; winding Nami up something rotten. It was a little wicked, but it was so worth it, it’s not like she could use anything else against him in return.

“Do I even want to know?” Sanji grumbled with one brow quirked up.

Nami froze up before she smiled guiltily. “Nope, probably not. Just as well that I’m not willing to say anything else.” Protecting Mav from Sanji’s wrath, smart move Witch. 

“Though,” Nami started again, and Zoro could feel her eyes on his back, he was definitely in trouble. Maybe even with the cook too, because Sanji was looking at him with something pretty close to suspicion. Shit, maybe it wasn’t worth it. “I need to talk to you about your debt, Zoro.”

“Oh come on-“ He scowled at the red head but she was already rising from her seat and coming towards him with intent, before he could argue he was being dragged out of the room by his ear. It was annoying as all hell, he respected Nami but fucking hell, he could place bets on the fact she didn’t do this sort of shit to Mav. Probably doesn’t anyway…

He couldn’t help but notice how Nami was dressed too. Obviously he noticed the cook, suit immaculate as always, he was wearing the maroon one today with a black shirt and tie, he looked good, far too good actually. To the point he’d really enjoy peeling the blonde out of it later- if he let him. But Nami was dressed nice, for a Witch. She had her hair up, with one of those weird fork things, and a red summer dress on, and the only reason he knew what the hell type of dress it was- was because of Mav. Back when they were younger, still living in the village, the man had had a drink and went off on a tangent about the damn things. Zoro didn’t understand the draw personally, but then again he wasn’t really into women. It’s not like they made it so the ladies legs were on show or anything? Maybe it was the cleavage? Nah, she’s definitely wore lower cut tops- who fucking knows. If anything it’s a little more modest to what she usually wears.

Still, he couldn’t resist poking the tiger even though he was being dragged by his ear out of the galley and down the corridor. “Who are you all dressed up for anyway?”

“What? I’m not dressed up, it’s a sun dress- it’s warm outside you idiot.” Nami scoffed before she let go of his ear and grabbed his lapel, Zoro didn’t even get the chance to retort before he was shoved through a door with such force that he actually stumbled into the room before he turned on his heels to face her. Where the hell has she brought- the fucking laundry room. Why is it always the laundry room? He could feel her glare before he even looked up at her, boring into him as she folded her arms over her chest, face like thunder.

“What the hell-“

“What was that for?” She snapped, her voice a sharp whisper as she practically hissed at him. “That smug shit-eating grin- and that comment!” 

Zoro felt the corner of his mouth twitch before it turned into that exact shit-eating grin he knew Nami was talking about. Making her scowl even deeper before he replaced the grin with a flat look and looked to the side like he was bored. “I didn’t say anything, you’re the one that went tomato red into your coffee.” He knew his tone was dismissive, knew for a fact it’d rile Nami up even more. But it was funny seeing her this pissed off, he rarely got to goad her like this, he was going to make the most of it.

Bingo.

Her face went an angry shade of red before she was pointing at him accusingly. “Because you were talking like you know something!” 

“I do know something.” He admitted, voice level even as he watched Namis nostrils flare as she took a step closer. “Walked into Mav the other night in the corridor.”

Nami just squinted at him, arms still folded, full of hell- Jeez, Mav has absolutely wild taste in women. “That doesn’t prove anything.” Nami rolled her eyes before she looked at her nails casually, “you better tell me what you think you know before I raise your debt.”

“You better lower my debt before I go tell Sanji and you can watch Mav get kicked into the sea.”

That earned him a proper glare, a sigh too as she clicked her tongue and then, hesitantly, she shrugged at him. “Tell him, I don’t care.”

“Wow, completely fine with the man drowning after steamrolling him the other night, that’s cold.” Zoro raised his brows, because he knew Nami wasn’t that icey, saw it the instant he mentioned Mav drowning and the shift in her eyes, brow raising just a little when he commented about Mav being steamrolled.

“Steamrolled… what do you mean?” Namis voice came out quiet as she tilted her head.

“Lower my debt and I'll tell you all about it, and how I know exactly what he’d been doing and where he’d came from.” Zoro looked Nami dead in the eye, he wasn’t embarrassed, but he could see the hint of a flush high on the woman’s cheekbones, because she knew that he knew.

“I’ll lower it by 250 Berry- spill.”

So stingy, better than nothing though. “He was walking down the corridor like he was drunk, like he’d just had his soul sucked out.” Zoro snorted and watched as Nami stepped forward and slapped a hand over his mouth, a mortified noise leaving her as she went from lightly flushed to crimson.

“I didn’t do anything like that.” She hissed, eyes wide. “And that doesn’t prove anything!” She added, that flush now creeping down her neck.

He batted her hand away as he cocked a brow up. “I know you didn’t, I wouldn’t care either way. Don’t care what you do, or who you do it with. But Nami…” Zoro trailed off as he rubbed the back of his neck a little awkwardly now, because this was the part that was likely gunna make her uncomfortable, and sure he’d managed to get some of his debt reduced, but he’d place bets of Nami being proud of him for using this shit as leverage. He let out a sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose before raising his hand and tapping two fingers lightly against the side of her jaw, just under her cheek.

“He still had stuff on his face.” He mumbled, Nami went still as stone. “A streak. Right there.”

Her breath hitched in the quiet that followed, the silence near deafening as Nami opened her mouth to say something but no words came out. So Zoro filled the quiet, because god he couldn’t stand it.

“Probably should have checked him over before you sent him to bed, especially if you didn’t want anyone to notice.” Zoro snorted. Just as the noise left him, the tension that had built vanished. Nami groaned as she put a hand over her face. He wanted to laugh, seeing her like this, because it was funny, but he held his tongue. Didn’t want to get clipped around the back of the head again. Already had enough of that shit from Mav the other night. 

“It wasn’t planned.” She muttered under her breath, hand coming up to fiddle with her hair. “It just sort of… happened.”

Zoro snorted again at that as he shrugged, a half smile creeping up onto his face. “I mean, he definitely wasn’t complaining-“

Both of Namis hands came up to cover her face then as she bit back a smile trying not to laugh, flush only getting darker. I’ve never seen her so conflicted in my life. Jesus this is funny. “Zoro-“

“I thought he was drunk at first, he literally barreled right into me, looking distant as hell- obviously his mind was on other things.”

“Oh my god, stop-“

“No, because actually I do need to tell you something, witch.” Zoro pointed at her with a raised brow and Nami looked at him with a sense of fear in her eyes that had Zoro holding back a smirk, because he knew for a fact she’d be mortified by what he was about to say. “You need to learn to be quiet, I bumped into Mav on my way to my watch because I was looking for your room. I heard you. I thought you were in pain.” He leaned his hip against the dryer as he watched Namis brain implode, because damn, he had never seen her so red in the face before.

Her face twisted into a cringe as she pinched the bridge of her nose with obvious frustration to go with her embarrassment. “That is just- brilliant- I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to be loud, I’m going to kill him…” She finished with a groan of shame and Zoro couldn’t help but snicker.

Without thinking, he was speaking again. “To be fair, you don’t really get a choice about making noise when Mav’s got his mouth on you, was just a warning…”

There was a sharp silence. Nami blinked at him, and Zoro felt the colour drain from his face as his eyes went wide. I did not just say that. Betrayed by my own fucking mouth- what the fuck- “I mean- for fuck sake.” He felt heat rush into his face where the colour had just left and his ears burning hotter than the sun. “That- forget i said anything-“

“No no no, i don’t think so- was this from your little escapade the other night with him and Sanji or-“

He couldn’t not look at her, but he groaned as he put his hand to his head and massaged his right temple, before he muttered a quiet, “Does it matter?” Not how I’d have had Nami find out about this shit, I’d have preferred to keep that under wraps. What if it freaks her out, what if it fucks up what she has going with Mav?

“Oh my god.” The words filled the air like bullets, punctuated by a huge exhale, before some sort of snort followed. Wait? She’s- she’s laughing? Zoro looked up only to find Namis shoulders shaking as she smirked at him. “You’ve been with him before huh?” Then she was grinning as she started cackling.

“That’s not important- why is it so funny, witch?” He regretted opening his mouth even more, why the hell was she laughing?

“Oh, it’s absolutely important, you can’t drop a comment like that and not expect me to ask questions.” She had her finger poking into his chest this time before he was swatting it away, teeth grinding together as she continued to chuckle at him.

“You’re not interrogating me in the goddamn laundry room.”

“But you're allowed to judge me?” Nami tilted her head at him with a squinted glare.

“I wasn’t judging- I was warning you.” Zoro bit out, this fucking woman drove him insane.

“Oh, okay sorry- warning me from your great position of first hand experience?” 

Zoro felt his mouth open but no sound came out before he was grinding his teeth together again, she was looking at him like she was completely unphased by the information, which he supposed was sort of a win, but she also had a knowing smirk on her face that only managed to succeed in pissing him off. “I’m just saying- if you’re planning on letting him turn your legs to jelly, don’t act suprised by someone hearing you-“

“And since you know what it’s like to be on the receiving end-“ she hissed quietly, “how can you stand here warning me about making noise when you know how impossible it is not too?” Her arms were folded now but her eyes were glittering with amusement despite the slight flush still dusting her cheeks. How the hell did I end up talking about this shit with Nami of all people?

Zoro sighed as he ran his hand down his face. She just wasn’t getting it. “I’m not saying you could have kept completely quiet, I’m tryna say maybe consider who the hell could hear you, we all live on a ship dumbass.” 

Nami paused at that, blinking rapidly as that information sunk in.

“Imagine if it hadn't been me and had been the cook- or Usopp.” Zoro bit out, glad to see what he meant was now sinking in from the way Nami's eyes widened.

“Oh god- if they actually had a sense of direction they’d have tried to break the door down.” She had a hand over her mouth in mortification.

“I HAVE A SENSE OF DIRECTION YOU WITCH-“

“Shut up!” She hissed, slapping a hand over his mouth before he was pulling it off of him again, his hand wrapped tight around her wrist. “I get your point, alright!” She snapped before yanking her wrist out of his hand and covering her eyes again, that look of abject horror returning.

“If you want to keep him alive, you need to keep the noise down, that’s all I’m saying. I mean he’d have probably died happy but-“

“Zoro!” Nami sputtered, eyes wide before she was biting her lip not to laugh despite going red in the face. Zoro couldn’t help it, he started laughing. Not even just a chuckle or a smug snicker that he usually gave the witch when he knew he was winding her up, he was keeled over in half a second wheezing because the look on her face… was priceless.

“You’re an ass!” She hissed, but it had no bite to it because she was laughing too. Damn… the witch actually has a sense of humour.

“I’ve been called worse.” He snorted, and he couldn’t stop grinning, especially with how Nami was leaned dramatically against one of the washing machines with a hand to her forehead, looking like some damsel in distress, something the cook would eat up, he was sure.

“Just for the record, I know me and Mav are in this weird gray area right now. But I expect you to keep your hands off of him while he’s with me.” She said seriously, her voice a little more vulnerable now, he felt his grin drop, just a little. She wasn’t saying it to be insulting or anything, he could tell that much. Then she added, a little more quietly. “For however long that’s going to be...”

Shit… she really likes him.

He gave her a nod, he could respect that. Not that he or the cook had any intention of going back there with Mav anyway. It was a line drawn in the sand, but he didn’t miss the tension in her voice when she spoke. “You don’t have to worry about that shit, Witch. Was a one time thing.”

Nami nodded, some of the tension left her shoulders as she dropped her hand. “Good.” She gave a sideways look towards the door then looked back over at him. “Now let’s get out of here before someone walks past and thinks we’re hiding in here doing something weird.” 

He scoffed at that. “Please. I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole.” 

Nami immediately smacked him on the back of the head with such speed he hardly registered her moving till she was right beside him. “Alright, rude asshole, that’s not what I meant. Same to you, your face pissed me off the second I saw it.” 

Zoro rubbed the back of his skull, affronted as his eyebrow twitched in irritation. How the hell does Mav deal with her fucking mood swings? “You’re calling me ugly? After I fucked your man first?”

Nami froze mid step towards the door. Her eyes went wide as she turned to him. He blinked, then realised what he’d just said. “I didn’t mean- I mean I did- but not-“ He was stammering, honest to god stammering, could feel a genuine flush crawling up his neck too. Nami was just staring at him, mouth agape, not even blinking.

Her hand flew to her face as her nose started to bleed. 

He just stared back, mortified. “You’ve got a dirty mind.” He muttered, pushing through the door and marching away down the corridor, still pink and avoiding the eyes he knew were following him.

“You said it, dumbass!” She shouted from behind him, he didn’t look back.

An hour before lunch

He was back in the galley again, laid out on the sofa as he watched the cook dotting around the room, notepad in hand. The blonde had muttered something about taking stock, told him to stay out of the way or he’d kick him out. So he did as he was told. He’d dozed off a few times too in the comfortable quiet, the only sound the occasional tapping of the blondes dress shoes going back and forth over the wooden floor and the clicking of his lighter. But he was awake now, awake enough to appreciate the cook properly from where he was laid.

The suit jacket had came off and was draped over one of the chairs at the table, Sanji’s back was facing him as he looked through one of the kitchen cabinets. He’d seen the man naked before sure, but somehow, lying here looking at him was when he really noticed it… just how slim Sanji’s waist was. He knew the cook was stronger now, stronger and definitely more muscular than he had been back in the day. But damn… has his waist always been that small? It was stirring something in him, he could probably wrap his hands around the cooks waist fully and have his fingers and thumbs connect. Jesus.

“Hey Cook.” He murmured, voice still thick with sleep as he watched the blonde cast him a glance over his shoulder, brow raised and a little impatient.

“What?” Sanji’s voice was clipped, a little rough. Not annoyed but maybe a bit irritated, he was probably interrupting whatever mental maths the man was trying to do.

“Why do you look like that?” Zoro asked, pointedly. His eyes dropping to the cooks waist again. He really wanted to wrap his hands around it, wanted to know if he could encompass Sanji fully in just his hands.

“The fuck do you mean? Look like what?” Sanji asked, his brow twitching now as he turned to fully face Zoro from across the galley. Zoro felt himself smirk, pissing the cook off never ever got old.

“Like that.” He said unhelpfully, before beckoning with his hand. “Come here.” He said smugly, sitting up on the couch now. Sanji sighed, but to Zoro’s surprise, the cook actually started walking towards him, no fight or threat. Till he was stood in front of him with folded arms, ticked off, but still doing as he’d asked, it scratched an itch in his brain that Zoro didn’t realise he had until now, it was exhilarating… didn’t the cook say he wasn’t good at doing as he was told? He was still too far away though.

Sanji gave him a deadpan look before that question left his lips again. “What?”

“Closer.” Zoro muttered bluntly, he could feel something simmering in his gut as Sanji raised one brow but took a single step forward. He let out a growl from between his teeth as heat prickled through his veins, pointing at the floor in front of him, in between his parted knees where he sat. “Stand here.” 

Sanji sighed, completely none the wiser to what he was doing to Zoro apparently, and did as he was told, again. Zoro heard the satisfied hum that left his own throat, quiet but almost predatory as it seemed to echo around the room. Fucking hell… what is this feeling? 

He couldn’t really explain why this was doing it for him, but it absolutely was. There was nothing explicitly indecent about what the cook was doing, not at all, but having Sanji listen to him, to come to him when called… It was sort of turning him on. Sanji’s foot tapped once, then again, clearly losing patience as he looked at Zoro expectantly. Zoro took his chance.

He lifted his hands up to Sanji’s waist and wrapped them around his sides. Sanji went still, Zoro felt his eye dilate the second his fingers connected at the cooks back and the tips of his thumbs met just above where he knew Sanji’s belly button was. Then something clicked in his brain.

He wanted to fuck the Cook.

Oh…

It wasn’t strange, but it was definitely new. He barely ever got that urge, pretty much never actually. Course he’d done it before, but he never really got the urge to, preferring to take. But nope. Not this time, not right now.

“The hell Marimo?” Sanji asked quietly, Zoro looked up to see a single blue eye watching him curiously, before Sanji blinked at him, something dawned on Sanji then, Zoro didn’t know if the blonde could read it on his face but there was some level of understanding in that ocean blue eye as Sanji raised his brow.

“How much longer are you gunna be?” Zoro asked, voice rougher than what he’d intended as Sanji swallowed, still standing over him.

“I’ve actually just finished.” The cooks voice was soft.

“I wanna fuck you.” He ground out, his hands hadn’t moved from Sanji’s waist and he watched Sanji’s expression shift from that subtle understanding to full blown recognition as the corner of the cooks mouth tugged up. He squeezed the blondes waist ever so slightly and earned a small breathy huff of air as pale hands found his forearms.

“Since when?” Sanji sounded amused but equal parts fond as his thumbs massaged Zoro’s forearms.

“Since now.” Zoro grunted tugging Sanji forward till the cook had his shins against the edge of the sofa, it didn’t take much for Zoro to lift the blonde till he was straddling his thighs. He didn’t have it in him to blush over his realisation, he just knew that he ached for it. He really wanted it. “How do you look like this?” The question left his mouth on a disbelieving hiss.

Sanji let out a huff above him, Zoro found his eyes being dragged from where his hands were wrapped around the blonde’s clothed waist by two fingers under his chin, tilting his head up. “Zoro,” Sanji breathed out, smirk gone, but there was definitely interest in the look he wore. “We’re in the galley.”

“The doors have locks don’t they?” Zoro grumbled, of course he’s not going to let me-

Sanji let out a soft chuckle at that and flashed him that far to genuine smile that always made his breath catch. “You’re not fucking me in my kitchen.”

“Doesn’t have to be in the kitchen.” He countered, the cooks hand paused mid air while dragging his fingers out from under his chin and Zoro ducked his head forward, the blonde’s expression going from fond to intrigued. Fighting with the cook was often about finding gaps and knowing when to counter, he was starting to figure out that the sex was a similar sort of dance. He wrapped his lips around those two fingers that had been under his chin before Sanji could react, that expression morphed into a stuttered exhale, surprise blooming into a flicker of heat as Zoro ran his tongue across the pads of those slender fingers then sucked, cheeks hollowing just as he watched heat surge up the blondes neck, flush dusting his cheeks in around three seconds flat.

“Shit, alright-“ Sanji choked out, those fingers were gone almost as fast as the cook climbing out of his lap. “But later, I have to prep lunch, you horny Neanderthal.” He sounded almost winded as he spoke and Zoro knew for a fact he’d at least succeeded in something even if he wasn’t getting what he wanted immediately.

“You’re not gunna hide from me for the rest of the day now, are you?” He asked, almost smug, he didn’t bother hiding his interest as he watched the cooks gaze drop to his groin before Sanji was giving him a heated glare, tongue flicking out to wet his lips as those hips walked away from him, carrying that fucking tiny waist along with them.

“Depends if you can keep your hands to yourself?” Sanji said without looking back at him.

“That all depends on if you’re gunna come when I call later on.” Zoro leaned back against the couch and smirked, putting his hands behind his head as he took in long legs wrapped in maroon. 

Sanji gave him a puzzled look.

“Like you did just now, you came when I asked.” He didn’t need to say the words did as you’re told, because Sanji knew. As soon as he clarified, it became glaringly obvious. Sanji went rigid. His eyes locked onto Zoro and then darted to the side before he seemed to tilt his head as if considering what that meant. He turned away and Zoro watched the tension leak out of the cook’s shoulders but nowhere else. Interesting…

“Maybe, if you’re good.” That tone that dripped from the cooks lips was promising, and low enough to send a shiver up Zoro’s spine regardless of the ache that filled him to chase the praise that was dangling in front of him teasingly. Because Sanji was playing along, in their little dance, their back and forth of counters and attacking opportunities. He hit Zoro right where he knew it’d get him.

Fuck.

In the forge just before sunset 

Working in the forge on the island was going well. But he couldn’t get his mind off Nami, he was definitely in deeper than he had any right to be. It wasn’t even just from having his face between her legs the other night, he spent most of the time thinking about her laugh and that fucking smile. God that smile she wore did things to him he didn’t care to admit.

So what had he gone and done? He’d made a hair fork- he’d seen Nami and Robin wearing them over the past few days to keep their hair up and in place, when he’d made it back to catch the end of dinner as everyone was clearing up. Only he hadn’t just made it like a regular hair fork, no of course not, he had to make it complicated. Had to turn it into a challenge just because he’d been deliberating on their design, their overall size and how well fitted they seemed to be to the usually smaller hands of the ladies. Then of course his mind had immediately said; ‘I can turn that into a weapon.’ A weapon disguised as something pretty and harmless, it’d be so unassuming, sneaky even. 

He’d succeeded, but god it was delicate work. The blade part had been easy, scaled down massively from his usual work but the same principles more or less applied. He knew how to make metal sturdy even at smaller sizes, knew how to make sure it didn’t bend too easily under force but wasn’t too brittle that it would snap. It was the sheath to surround the almost needle-like blades that was the tricky part. Folding the metal around the blades hadn’t been too bad, but he’d had to use equipment that was almost smaller than his hands, and joining the dual sheaths together had been painstaking because he had to get the bridge between them to fit seamlessly against the curved underside of the top of the fork, he wasn’t going to have his work looking shoddy and half assed no matter what he was making.

It was when he’d started fitting the circular turquoise stone he’d bought from an actual jewellers in the town that he realised he wasn’t just making it ‘for the challenge of it’… Not when he was going well beyond functionality and simplistic grace, not when he was thinking that the blue hues of the stone would look lovely against a backdrop of auburn hair. He’d bit his lip at the realisation, swore at himself, but he didn’t stop. He could leave it for her, before they sent him on his way, whenever that would be, a parting gift of sorts. It was a sizable stone that he’d inlayed into the steel too, but alone it looked odd, so he added a finely smoothed steel ring behind it. But there was something still missing. 

Usually after being in the forge for a few hours his whole body would be aching, and it’s not to say that he wasn’t, but damn… his hands and fingers didn’t usually ache this much. He wiped the back of his hand across his head only to realise he’d probably just smudged soot all over himself, and his new vest- why do I always wear white vests? I seriously need to start buying more black clothes. He took a look at the clock hanging on the wall through the door that led to the shop before he felt his pulse quicken. I can still make it if I’m quick, need to get to the jewellers before they shut.

“I’m heading out! Make sure you lock up behind me, Debs.” He shouted for the middle aged smithy who was still pottering around in the shop.

“Yea yea, you back tomorrow or?” The blonde woman cocked a brow at him in question. She was probably around her mid thirties, not quite middle aged, still quietly pretty even with the subtle crows feet at her eyes. Atleast she’s spent a lot of her life happy, he enjoyed working with her to be honest, he’d be a little sad to say goodbye.

“Maybe the day after, can’t have you getting too used to having me around.” Mav gave her a smirk as he chuckled before he was out of the door, jogging down the street before he turned onto the main strip of the town.

 He reached the Jewllers just as the old man inside was lifting the counter to come and lock up and Mav could understand the man’s frustration as he let out a sigh as soon as he stepped inside. “I’m sorry I know you’re about to close but I need your expertise, I’m happy to come back tomorrow but i need to know you can do the job first-“

“Oh? You’ve been in here once already today my boy- do you realise how rare it is for a swordsmith, or blacksmith for that matter to-“

“Yea I know- look. Can you inlay silver into turquoise- I need it inlaying into the centre of this in the shape of a stretched diamond- the shape of the hands of a compass or-“ Maverick put his work on the counter in front of the old man whose brows rose to his hairline.

“Logpose?” The jeweller finished for him and Mav nodded as he panted lightly from not only the jog here but the speed at which he was trying to get his words out at. “Of course I can, but I must say… this is fine craftsmanship- and you made this with steel? Is this not… an accessory that women often wear in their hair?”

“Yes it is… how much would it cost for you to inlay that silver?”

“I’ll do it for free if you tell me who you’ve made this for.” The old man smirked at Maverick then and Mav blinked in shock, though he didn’t know what he expected really, it was obvious he’d made this for a woman. “I’m not asking for a name son, not to worry, just curious.”

“I- I've made it for someone I’m travelling with, she’s er well… she’s a bit of a firecracker actually, doesn’t take shit from anyone, but she’s kind… probably gunna be a parting gift, because I don’t know how long I’ll be travelling with them for.” Maverick found himself zoning out a little as he spoke, to the point the jewellers face blurred in his vision slightly. “Thought turquoise and silver would look nice in her hair…” he added quietly.

The jeweller let out a low chuckle as he smiled and Mav blinked to re focus on the man. “What colour hair?” The man asked, his voice almost reminiscent and fond as he spoke.

“She’s a redhead, like me.” Mav said as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, pink tinting his cheeks now and despite the fact he towered over the older man in height and width, the man smirked at him again as he let out a low laugh.

“Oh you’ve got it bad sonny. Bring it back first thing in the morning and I’ll get it sorted for you- but don’t you dare give the girl it as a parting gift, don’t give it to her with those connotations behind it. Because it won’t remind her of right now, while you’re traveling with her and whoever else. It’ll just remind her of your absence.”

Mav laughed a little sadly at that. “I don’t know if she sees me in quite the same light oldman, I’ll think about it though. I appreciate your help, see you tomorrow.” He gave the guy a grin as he went to head out of the door, the hair fork back in his hand after being wrapped up in soft white paper tissue by the old man behind the counter, who’d scalded him when he reached the door for bringing it in with such grubby hands. But the man stopped him just as he went to push the shop door open.

“Hey, my boy.” The old geezer said seriously, and Mav found himself turning to the man who was giving him a searching look as he leaned on the counter, wise eyes bore into him knowingly as the man sighed. “Whatever it is you’ve gone through, you should let her in… she’ll begin to make it better.” A white brow raised on a wrinkled face. “I’d bet money on it.” 

Mav tilted his head, he knew he was only young, but sometimes the wisdom of the elderly scared him. Because he could see the sincerity in the man’s eyes, the understanding, the life experience. Even if the man knew nothing about what he’d been through, he’d obviously seen something in him that reminded him of his own life. Giving him advice that maybe he’d have given his younger self, or an old friend. People are such complex things… “Thanks my man… I’ll keep that in mind.”

 His jog back to the ship was largely spent grinning because of the old geezers genuine kindness, despite that mysterious and deep advice he’d been given. Sanji was smoking whilst leant over the railing as he approached and the man gave him a wave. He waved back as he jogged up the ramp before he came to a stop beside the ship's cook.

“Missed lunch and dinner again Mav, have you eaten anything today?” Sanji asked pointedly as he frowned at him and Mav felt like he was being scolded. Probably because he was… but still.

“Err no actually- sorry got distracted, started making a new piece and lost track of time. Is there… anything left?” He asked cautiously because he knew it was likely that there wasn’t, not with Luffy being around.

“I saved you some bits and pieces. You gunna pull the same shit tomorrow?”

“No… but even if I did, what’s your short ass gunna do about it.” Mav smirked wickedly, his tone playful as he snorted at Sanji, he might have not been his brothers height, but he was still taller than the cook and Zoro. Standing at 6’5” compared to their 5’11”. 

“Just remember everyone’s the same size lying down, and you were railed by a short ass, Rapunzel. If 5’11” can fuck you, then 5’11” can fuck you up just as well.” Sanji drawled with a snort of his own as he flicked some ash off the end of his cigarette and Maverick couldn’t help the bout of laughter that rolled out of him, because that comeback was far too good for him to possibly take offence too. It was cocky and snide and bloody brilliant as much as it was funny,  and he saw Sanji start laughing quietly to himself as they walked towards the kitchen.

“You know what- fair play. I can’t argue with that.” 

“I’m going to pre warn you, you’re in trouble.” Sanji said as he took another drag and Mav tilted his head at the other man as his smile faltered. “With Nami.” Sanji said on an exhale of smoke.

“I’ve not done anything?” Mav frowned in confusion.

“She thinks you’re avoiding her.” Sanji said bluntly and Mav tensed his jaw. “I know you haven’t been, we all do. But you haven’t exactly been around much either these past few days.”

“Awe man, I can’t win can I?” Mav sighed as he put his hand to his head. “I’m gunna have to talk to her. She knows i'm not always gunna be here...”

Sanji tilted his head at his words, a sad look reaching him as the cook let out a resigned sigh. Mav could see the understanding on the cooks face though as they paused outside the kitchen door. “She can’t help that she likes you. You haven’t, you know- have you? The other night when you took her to her room drunk.”

“No.” Mav growled, he liked Sanji, but the man needed to stop thinking he was just trying to seduce the navigator. He knew it was a protective thing, but still. “Maybe she’s still pissed at me for that.” 

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Sanji scoffed as Mav rolled his eyes at the blonde.

“You have no idea what she said- what happened when we walked back into the ship.” And I hope to god you don’t know what happened the day after. Mav grumbled quietly and watched as Sanji stubbed out his cigarette, a serious look on his face as he now stared him down. “Don’t look at me like that, it didn’t go anywhere. Believe it or not, I don’t want to have a one night stand with her…” Mav said as he dropped his eyes to Sanji’s shoes. “I actually like the woman.” May as well tell the guy straight, that way he doesn’t need to be so tense and suspicious about Nami and me.

“Good.” Sanji said with a squint before Maverick watched the man let out a sigh as he put a hand to his head. “That’s good, because Luffy wants to talk to you.”

“What?” That’s completely out of the blue, what about? What is Sanji getting at here? “What for?” Mav felt anxiety coil in his stomach, they’re getting rid of me already aren’t they…

Sanji’s squint changed into a smile, not a smug or wry one either, but a genuine smile as he clasped Mav on the arm and opened the kitchen door. “You’ll see.” He said. Mav blinked as his eyes honed in on Luffy sat on the kitchen counter swinging his legs with a grin on his face as he chewed on some sea king jerky.

“MAV THERE YOU ARE WILL YOU-“ Luffy started, the huge grin widening as he dropped the sea king jerky and tried to launch over, before Usopp smacked him around the back of the head. Luffy dropping food… god this is serious.

“ASK HIM THE OTHER QUESTIONS FIRST DUMB ASS.” Usopp shouted as he clenched his fist at Luffy who just continued to grin before letting out a laugh.

“Oh right, sure. You know how to use Haki, right?” Luffy asked, smiling brighter than Mav had ever seen him, the entire crew was in the room he realised, everyone bar Nami, who was nowhere to be seen. All watching him expectantly.

“It’s fine if you can’t, I could teach you how to use observation Haki.” Usopp said proudly and Mav found himself smiling sincerely at the sniper despite the amusement rolling in his chest.

“I’ve been using observation Haki since I was 7, but I appreciate the offer, Usopp…” Mav paused for a second, a sickening feeling settling in his stomach as he frowned, he cast his Haki out across the ship. Nothing, absolutely nothing. How had he never noticed this before, he could sense everyone else in this room, even his cats scattered across the ship, some of the animals outside near where they docked. How is this possible that I can't sense her? Had she left the ship? “Where’s Nami?” He finally asked pointedly, his mind no longer anxiously second guessing why they’d all gathered in here as he cast his Haki out again. Still nothing. Zoro seemed to tilt his head at him with a squint from beside Luffy.

“She’s in her room… you know if you don’t know how to use it Mav we-“ 

“I know how to use it- I can tell you where every single one of my cats is on the ship-“ Mav cut himself short as an image of a foot hovering right above his head and slamming down flashed at the forefront of his mind, Haki flaring with a warning that he heeded despite the cooks silent movement as he reached up without turning round and grabbed Sanji by the ankle. “Not right now, Sanji.” He growled as his eyes never left Zoro. He watched as Luffy let out a laugh and the others tilted their heads curiously, letting his eyes morph into that feline yellow as he reached out with his devil fruit power instead. Wading through the sea of internal voices as his consciousness swam through the bowels of the ship, his ligamency latching on to the navigator almost immediately who was seemingly asleep, though not having a very good dream by the feel of her aura and her thoughts. He didn’t delve into her consciousness though, avoided doing that to most people unless necessary, it was one of the most intrusive aspects of his devil fruit abilities. Gunna have to look into why i can’t sense her with Haki later though, that’s new… and a little concerning.

“Hey Mav, you never told us what your other powers were- what can the Wampus actually do?” Luffy asked plainly and Mav pulled himself back into his own head fully, blinking his eyes back to their usual blue.

“Hypnosis, invisiblity, legilimency-“

“Legilimency?” Zoro said with confusion and Luffy’s expression mirrored the swordsman’s before Robin spoke up from where she was sitting at the dining table.

“Legilimency is something that is often mistaken as simply just the ability to be able to read minds, but it is much much deeper than that.” She paused as she fixed him with a look. It wasn’t one of suspicion though, more cautious speculation, a hint of doubt more than present in her gaze.

“It’s the ability that allows someone not only to read another mind, but to enter it. Access their thoughts, memories and emotions. Masters can even implant thoughts, memories, hallucinations into their victims consciousness. It's one of the reasons many people are of the belief that the Wampus cats cannot be truly extinct, they were theoretically one of nature's most perfect predators, and almost impossible to kill.” Robin finished, leaving Usopp shaking in fear and Luffy staring at her in awe.

He felt like he’d been punched in the gut as his stomach dropped, the faces of what he thought had grown to be friends seemed to look back at him warily. Someone’s been doing a lot of reading. Even Zoro was looking at him differently, not necessarily a bad look, but definitely different. His chest ached as he looked back at Robin, gaze going around the room as his stomach churned. Of course they wanted him gone after learning this. He cleared his throat.“You’ve definitely done your research… so I guess this is goodbye then.” 

Luffy tilted his head at that. “Huh?”

Mav felt his mind reeling, there was so much he wanted to say to them all but he didn’t really know how to say it. His good mood was absolutely shattered, why had he thought- for a second- he might have found a second family in them. He couldn’t even bring himself to be angry at them, he was just… sad. “Sorry for not coming out with it sooner, I just didn’t want to freak anyone out with it. But I get it, I wouldn't like the idea of someone having the power to rake around in peoples heads around my crew either-“ he said as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

This was worse than any of the previous goodbyes he’d given to crews he’d briefly traveled with, because he’d not let any other crew see what he was. Maybe he shouldn’t have let them see who and what he was, maybe that way he could have stuck around for a little bit longer… and god Nami- they have to let me say goodbye.

“Why are you talking like we’re kicking you off the ship?” Sanji said bluntly from behind him and Mav turned to look at the blonde with a quizzical frown that matched Sanji’s.

“You’re not?” Mav asked slowly, his gut was twisting into knots. He wasn’t quite sure what was going on and he didn’t like not knowing. The anxiety was almost unbearable.

Until Luffy’s laughter broke through the quiet. “Of course not. You’re gunna join us aren’t you?” Luffy smiled wide, and Mav felt like the floor had been ripped up from beneath his feet. Like the rug had been pulled, off balance, tilted on an impossible axis as he blinked. Luffy was serious. All those faces that were looking at him warily, he realised, were actually curious. Cautiously curious, but curious all the same.

“You want me to… join your crew?” Mav felt like his tongue was too big for his mouth, like he couldn’t speak unless he mouthed the words slowly and deliberately. 

“Yea. Why would I build you a forge if I didn’t want you to join? I thought you already knew I wanted you to join. I did say we needed to build a forge the day you woke up didn’t I?” Luffy asked Franky, pinching his chin deep in thought before Zoro promptly whacked him round the head.

“THAT ISNT AN OFFICIAL INVITATION YOU IDIOT.” Zoro, Usopp and Franky all shouted in unison at Luffy who just let out a laugh as he rubbed his own neck in mild embarrassment.

“sorry shishishi- Join my crew Mav!” Luffy shouted as he smacked his fist off the table grinning wide. 

“And please, if you don't mind I'd like a demonstration of your ligamency if possible, something simple perhaps?” Robin said as Luffy nodded in agreement.

“So, what do you say bro? You gonna join us so I can make a start on building this forge- I got blueprints I gotta go through with you man.” Franky added and Mav took a second to look at all of them. Just standing there and waiting, Sunny jumped up into Luffy's lap and Sooty up onto Zoro's shoulder as both nuzzled into the two men respectively. Purring arrogantly loudly as both filled his mind with their affection for the crew.

“Alright you two- you don't need to lay it on that thick.” Mav snorted at the two cats as a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I'll join you… Future pirate king. Gonna have to start training a lot harder from now on then-” Mav let himself grin as he started laughing when Luffy, Usopp and Chopper started cheering. Robin gave him a sweet smile and Franky gave him a fist bump. Brook stood with his hands clasped together in delight as Zoro and Sanji just smirked through pleased chuckles. It felt almost surreal, seeing this room full of people delight in the thought of him joining them for more adventures. It made his heart feel full though, and he hadn’t felt like this in a long time.

“What sort of demonstration do you want then, Robin? Implanted memory, an idea, an instruction you can't refuse? Or do you just want a plain old what number am I thinking of right now?” Mav asked, eager to prove himself.

“That's quite the selection of things, I was more thinking something that showed your powers more practical uses-” Robin said softly as she crossed her arms in front of her, Mav could see it coming, the entrapment. But he didn't fight it as hands sprung up from the wall behind his back and wrapped around his arms and legs pinning him to the wall of the galley with his feet hanging inches above the ground. It was impressive actually, just how secure he felt in Robins grip because he was far from light weight. “I'd like to know if you can affect my power too and release yourself with your mind alone.”

Zoro cast Robin a cautious glance then and Mav watched Sanji step away from his side and give him a curious look with a raised brow. Robin was smart, but it didn't mean he was going to expect her to know what this would entail, how it would feel.

 “That's fine, but I'm going to warn you. This is going to feel… it's not going to feel natural. Because I can read things from people without having to really delve into their minds, but with this I'm going to have to.” Mav looked at Robin seriously. “It’s incredibly invasive, it’s going to feel like you have something trespassing in your head, in your consciousness… Not only that but- you’re gunna feel like a puppet, what you want me to do, you’re not going to have control anymore. Like you’re riding a horse and suddenly someone else is holding the reins.”

Robin tilted her head at him and Franky shifted slightly where he stood beside her. Tense, worried. “I trust you will be gentle Maverick-san, but I appreciate the warnings, it is admittedly better to have some knowledge on what to expect.” Robin spoke smoothly, far to calm before she nodded. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Mav nodded back before he looked at the rest of the crew. “Alright, everybody. Stay put, if you interrupt this- if something makes me withdraw too quickly- it can leave Robin with temporary amnesia and can sometimes affect people’s sight and hearing for a while.” Everyone nodded seriously and Zoro crossed his arms over his chest as Chopper looked concerned.

Mav let his power flicker on, his eyes yellow and slitted within a second as he reached out towards Robin in the sea of voices until he was a hairbreadth away from brushing up against her consciousness. Mav could see everyone looking between them both patiently, staring intently, the anticipation written clear as day on their faces.

He reached out the rest of the way. To that buzzing shapeless mass of intelligence and intrigue now pulsating with a low thrum of anxiety. 

He brushed his power against it, like skimming your fingers against a brick wall while you wander down a street.

Robin sucked in a breath. “I can feel you. You’re just outside...”

He smiled at that, “knock knock.” He pressed in gently, he heard Robin gasp. Watched as her eyes turned yellow, catlike slits now staring back at him. He was in, and god Robins mind was crisp, crystal clear. No clutter, everything neatly organised but he could feel the fear, feel the tension in her muscles, her body rigid and unmoving, because she wasn’t driving it anymore. He was.

 He cast out his reassurance in a wide net, fished around for her consciousness even as he could hear the others murmuring around him. Usopp in particular was trying to hold his freak out in at the fact Robin's eyes now matched Mavs. 

You’re alright, it’s just me, I’m not going to go digging, you’re safe with me.

The fear eased. He didn’t expect a response, most people couldn’t while he was in their heads, paralysed from fear and some simply just not knowing how. How would they? when it was usually only them in their heads? But Robin wasn’t most people.

You are very warm…

I- thanks, I’m gunna take that as a compliment.

As it was intended to be… please continue. 

So he did, he could gush over Robins mind and her keen control when he was out of her head. Though it was astounding that she could actually speak with him he had a job to do. He found that tether within her, the one that connect her to her power, pulsating like a lighthouse in the dark, he wrapped himself around it at the same time as he wrapped around her voice and her arms.

“Release” Robins voice echoed in the room, sounding a little distant before Mav felt his feet hit the ground again. Watched as Robins arms un crossed under his control.

He withdrew in a blink, smooth as silk. Both his and Robins eyes returning to their usual blue.

The room was silent before Robin clasped her hands together and gave a soft smile. “I’m impressed.”

Mav felt himself go pink. Zoro snorted, he ignored him. “Robin, you spoke to me- I don’t think I’ve ever been in someone’s head that is quite so organised, enough for them to be able to communicate. I’m the one that’s impressed.” He caught a genuine bashful blush bloom on Robins face before his attention was stolen.

“THATS SO COOLLLLL- MY TURN NEXT!” Luffy yelled before Mav had the captain hanging off him like a monkey, rubbery arms wrapped around his neck.

“No way man, I’m not swimming through the sea of meat that is bound to be your head.” Mav tried to sound firm but he couldn’t, not while he was laughing, laughing and grinning. Because damn… he was happy. Ecstatic actually. He had a crew again, he had a crew, a captain, friends- Everyone was laughing with him too, even Luffy who was grinning like an idiot before it finally hit him.

“Wait- did you tell Nami that you wanted me to stay?” Mav asked Luffy his expression serious as he turned to the raven haired man still hanging of his neck. Because if he was staying… if he was part of their crew now. He wouldn’t have to leave- he didn’t have to-

Luffy looked at him and shook his head, dropping his arms with a confused look on his face before Mav was running, out of the galley and down the halls, he could hear laughter from behind him but he didn’t stop, he couldn’t. He had to tell her. Excitement and anxiety had his stomach doing somersaults as his feet pounded into the wooden slats of the floor. I can stay, I’m part of the crew now, I can stay with you, if you’ll have me- if you want me…

I hope you guys enjoyed, we will be meeting Pierro soon enough not to worry. And Zoro is definitely going to be exploring this new found want he has with Sanji.

Sorry about the long wait

Chapter Text

Okay, so this is quite a big chapter.

a lot is going on here and I’m sorry we didn’t get super far along story wise but we are getting there!!

I just hope you enjoy all the crew interactions coming up, aswell as our couples interactions ☺️

Song for this chapter- I can’t help myself (Sugar pie, Honey bunch)

😉 worth listening to for a proper introduction, but no pressure. 🥰

Mav didn’t knock.

He didn’t think to. He’d just burst through her door like a man on fire or a freshly launched cannonball. His momentum nearly sent him stumbling into the room, his boots skidding across the wooden floor as he pinwheeled his arms to keep himself upright. He’d been driven by this rush in his chest- the news on the tip of his tongue. Until he paused.

Right… she’s asleep.

He stilled as the door swung shut behind him with a click, muscles locked in place, eyes on her sleeping form under the duvet. He didn’t even breathe. Her hair was like molten fire spilling over the white cotton of her pillow, eyes still closed and expression peaceful.

She didn’t stir. 

Thank god- 

He felt his body sag as he slapped a hand over his face in self-reproach. It was her private room. Her space. He should have knocked, he’d been so happy to tell her he’d just- not even thought beyond that. Hadn’t even hesitated. He took one step toward the door to make a tactical retreat only to be met with a soft sound of surprise.

“Mav?” Her voice was thick with sleep, groggy in a way that made him want to wrap her in a thousand blankets and protect her from anything and everything that even threatened to disturb her peace, let alone her life. Just the sound of her like that made his ribs ache in that stupid lovestruck way that echoed with familiarity in his chest. 

He turned back slowly, her head was poking out from the duvet, eyes barely open, voice still caught up in that haze of dreams. He wanted to keep her like that, warm, sleepy- safe.

God, I’ve got it bad…

He felt the flush of embarrassment burning his cheeks and his ears as he rubbed the back of his neck and gave her a sheepish smile. “Hey. Uh… sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you. I just-had some news and couldn’t wait to tell you.” He realised a little too late just how utterly hopeless that admission sounded, you sound so needy for fuck sake. 

But Nami's face didn’t scrunch up in irritation. A smile just spread across her face, sleepy and slow, reaching all the way to her eyes before they crinkled at the edges. Her dimples dipping into her cheeks as they stretched a little and she hummed. She looked fond, like she didn’t think he was weird at all. Like the words that had just fallen out of his mouth weren’t cringey or cliché, but sweet. Hell, maybe to her they were. 

But that smile disarmed him regardless, for a full second, he forgot how to breathe.

Her voice was curious when she spoke,“What is it?” She pulled herself up till she was sat in her bed, that baggy t-shirt hanging off one of her shoulders as she moved, the curve of a collarbone catching his gaze in the dim light.

His legs moved on their own, before he could register it he’d crossed the room, and knelt on the ground beside her bed like some sort of knight, arms folded infront of him on her mattress as he leaned in and grinned like the fool he knew he was. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, he dropped his chin onto his forearms as his smile stretched wider. Brown eyes looking back at him, locked on him, still clouded by sleep but with a softness that he was almost certain, he wasn’t imagining.

“I want to take you out for dinner,” he managed, voice lower than he’d intended, “and if not dinner, then something sweet, maybe.” His heart hammered, his eyes taking in the curve of her smile and the neat point of her chin, the button nose too. God, he wanted to show her off as much as he wanted to keep her to himself, she’s just lovely, really something special.

Nami blinked at him, her smile dropped slightly as confusion flitted across her features, a cute frown dented her brow before she tilted her head at him. “You… but-“

“I’m staying.” He didn’t let her finish, he couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Luffy asked me to join the crew.”

Nami's eyes went wide and her mouth parted slightly, surprised, but clearly not shocked. He felt the way her body tensed through a shuddering vibration in the mattress beneath her. “You- you said yes? You-“ 

He nodded, his mouth pulled into a grin even before laughter bubbled out of her and slender arms were flung around his neck. 

The next second he was flat on his back, knocked breathless by both gravity and the ships navigator. Her hair fell in a curtain around him, her body was solid and warm, weight pressing into his chest and laughter echoed into his neck.

He let out a huff of air. 

It felt a little surreal actually. Because he could feel a grin pressed into his skin at the crook of his neck. Felt the warmth of her breath and laughter against his shoulder as he instinctively wrapped his arms around her back.

She’s actually happy I’m staying- god I didn’t expect her to be this thrilled about it…

His heart pulled tight in his chest, especially as Nami pulled back just enough for him to sit up, straddling his hips as she threw her head back- grinning- before letting out another laugh so full of life Mav had to get his breathing under control as he looked up at her. The soft glow of the bedside lamp painted the pale skin and freckles on her bare shoulder gold. She was radiant even in oversized sleepwear. He wasn’t going to survive this one.

“I’m staying, I said yes.” He repeated, a little softer now. “I’m your new blacksmith and swordsmith. But you know… I wouldn’t mind taking you out, on a date or two, if you’ll have me?” He was normally never this nervous when asking someone out, whether it be a fling or something more serious, and from what he was hoping was obvious enough from his wording to Nami, he was aiming for something more serious. 

He hated that part of him still braced for rejection or hostility, but he genuinely felt a pang of worry zap through him at the idea she might say no, or worse call him stupid and weak- maybe even needy, despite the fact she’d told him she liked him… old trauma he supposed. From that one woman he’d tried to date nearly a year after losing Ace, not that he hadn’t been rejected before but this one had been different. Well not really trauma, she didn’t do any real damage but-

His anxiety was halted in its tracks by a grin as she nodded down at him. She lowered herself down again, flattening him back to the ground, propping herself up on his chest with one elbow, chin resting in her palm as she looked at him like she was contemplating something. Like she wasn’t laid out on him, on the floor, like he was some sort of futon. “What should I wear?”

Her tone was casual, playful even. It’d be more cute if he couldn’t feel the hair fork digging into his ass through his back pocket. But he wasn’t about to move his lower half when Nami was literally sat on him, that’d give such a wrong impression, he could deal with the discomfort for a few minutes. I just hope my ass doesn’t go numb…

 And what should she wear? She could wear anything, she’d look lovely no matter what, he’d no doubt be fighting the urge to stare no matter what she picked- but god I need to get freshened up and changed if she’s actually going to let me take her out. “You look great in all your clothes,” he said honestly, his smile decidedly stuck on his face. “But something that’s comfortable and makes you feel good? What were you wearing before you took a nap?”

Nami looked away like she wasn’t even considering it an option.“Ugh, just a red dress, nothing special.”  

He made a face at that. Bullshit. He hadn’t even seen her in it and he knew no matter what it was, she’d look gorgeous.

“Wear it again for me? I didn’t get to see it.” He asked, only to get himself a small glare from brown eyes that were still hovering above him.

“Well maybe you would have if you’d not been at the forge in the village all day.” Mav winced at the words a little, maybe he was still in a little bit of trouble with her, but he could make it up to her. He hadn’t been ignoring her, or avoiding her, couldn’t possibly even if he wanted to.

He chuckled guiltily, taking one of her hands with his own as he sat up on the floor and brought it to his mouth before pressing a kiss to her knuckles, with what he hoped, was an apologetic smile. “I know, but I’d love to see it. I’ll make it up to you, I’m not taking you out looking like this Nams.” He gestured down at himself, covered in grime and coal soot stains. “I bought some smart clothes and actual shoes. This isn’t my usual get up, this is just what I wear a lot of the time because I’m almost always working. It’s my working mess.” He admitted. Watching Namis' brows rise at his words before she was smirking at him.

“You own real clothes?” She asked through a playful snort.

“Rude.” He smirked.

“As long as you don’t clash with red I suppose I can wear the dress again.” She rolled her eyes fondly before pulling herself up and out of his lap, he strangely felt a little sad at the loss, especially when her hand slipped out of his grasp. “I don’t think I can imagine you in anything but jeans if I’m honest.” She let out a little laugh as he stood and dusted himself off, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I do scrub up alright you know…Miss nosebleed.” Mav smirked, she launched a pillow at his face before it flopped uselessly to the ground.

“Well go get dressed, you've got ten minutes!” Nami smiled wickedly, mischief in her eyes as she looked at him then the door. Because she knew that was nowhere near enough time. She wanted him to sweat, and fucking hell, he was. 

Shittttttt-

He bolted. He sprang from her room and down the halls to the men’s quarters faster than he’d ran to her quarters in the first place. A blur of iron toed boots and laughter as he went.

Men’s Bunk Room

The book he was reading wasn’t even that good.

Something he’d lent off Robin, she had rated it intriguing enough, but as far as fiction went, she said there was better. Sanji couldn’t help but agree. Some slice of life drama about two hitmen who ended up looking after a child together, the child being that of one of their targets, who they of course, had to kill. 

The writing was decent enough, it had enough flair to keep him turning the pages and the characters- Okay maybe he did think it was a little better than what Robin had said it was, the characters were complex and actually had him laughing at times. Though he was getting the impression that despite the louder and more extroverted of the pairs womanising ways, the guy had a soft spot for his partner. Time would tell. It wasn’t clear cut when it was this characters nature to be so caring to everyone around him, the guy sort of reminded him of Luffy a bit. If Luffy had the tendency to cry a lot more often over children being cute and the emotional intelligence to know how to help a clearly clinically depressed adult male… maybe it was just the characters energetic nature that reminded him of Luffy.

Sanji was lounging in his bunk, one leg crossed over the other, still dressed- bar his suit jacket and shoes, as he lazily flipped through the pages. He had a cigarette burning in his free hand, and took a long drag before he tapped the edge into the small ashtray he had resting on the mattress at his side, he’d made sure the window was open before he lit up of course. He wasn’t completely inconsiderate to everyone else.

He didn’t even look up when Zoro stomped through the door, he’d recognise those footsteps anywhere. Unless he was actively trying to be quiet, Zoro always seemed to walk like he was trying to pick a fight with the floor.

He flicked his eyes up from his page when he heard boots being kicked off. Heard his swordsman muttering to himself as he pulled his arms out of the sleeves of his coat letting them hang at his waist, his bare back on full display for Sanji as his head tilted toward the bathroom door. Sanji heard the hum, it was contemplative, like the Neanderthal wasn’t sure he wanted to commit to hygiene just yet. Typical.

Doesn’t mean I can’t mess with him a little though.

Sanji cast his eyes across the back of Zoro’s shoulders, quietly appreciating the way the muscles flexed when Zoro lifted his hand up to scratch the back of his neck. “If you’re just gunna stand there all sweaty, at least strip off fully.”

Zoro didn’t even respond, just threw him a look over his shoulder with a smirk.

Then the door was almost yanked off its hinges with a bang that made both of them nearly snap their necks, just to catch a glimpse of the redhead that came flying through like the sunny had just taken a cannonball to the hull.

“Fuck-“ Mavs boots slammed against the floor, curses spilling from his mouth as he skidded on the wood and dropped down on his knees to yank several bags out from under his bunk.

Sanji could feel his brow arching as he watched black dress shoes fly through the air and hit the wall before bouncing onto the smithy’s mattress. Followed by what looked like tailored black suit trousers as some sort of charcoal black silk shirt. He folded the corner of his page and closed his book, because whatever was going on in front of him, was the sort of chaos that felt as like it needed supervision. The fact the silk shirt wasn’t creased to high heaven was a fucking miracle and a crime considering the fact itd been bundled up in a bag under the man’s bunk.

Sanji caught Zoro’s blink before the Marimo was frowning in confusion, watching the same shit show he was. “The hell are you doing?” Zoro grunted.

Mav was stripping. His vest was yanked over his head and tossed to the ground, then his belt was ripped out of the loops and flung in the general direction of his bed. The man was yanking his boot off one second before simply kicking the other off- and it flew halfway across the room. Then one hand was at the button on his jeans- then his fly, as he tried to yank the things down with his other hand at the same time.

Sanji sat up then, stubbing his cigarette out into the ashtray as his brows drew together. “Oi. What the fuck is going on with you? You late for a wedding or something?” Watching the chaos of limbs and fabric was entertaining enough, but it demanded some sort of explanation.

“Ten minutes.” Mav mumbled as he finally managed to kick off his jeans with enough force to have them land at the corner of Luffy’s bunk. “I’ve got ten minutes to get ready, I don’t have time to explain- now-“

“Ten minutes for what?” Zoro grit out, half amused and half annoyed if the way Sanji could see the Marimos teeth grinding together was any indication, and all the while Mav was hopping on each respective leg to get his socks off. “And what’s with the getup?” Sanji watched Zoro’s gaze flick over to the haphazard pile of new clothes on Mavs bunk. What is with the getup? I’ve never seen him in anything but jeans, vests and a plain white button up shirt…

Then because the evening wasn’t already turning into chaos incarnate. Luffy wandered in. Of course! I swear to god this ship feels like a traveling circus half the time. The captain completely ignored whatever Mav was doing and just started peering under beds while humming tunelessly.

“Have any of you guys seen my hat? I can’t find it anywhere.” Luffy moaned dramatically.

Zoro’s eye didn’t even look back at the captain. “You had it at dinner.”

“You’ve got bigger problems Luffy. You’re new blacksmith is apparently in the middle of a fashion crisis.” Sanji nodded towards Mav, who was now stood in nothing but his boxers and in the middle of emptying one of the many bags beneath his bed onto his mattress- looking for what Sanji assumed was socks. He was surprised though, that the man was so unphased about being shirtless around the three of them, but then again, Mavs hair was currently that long it covered his lower back and the scars Sanji knew were there, with ease. He really needs a haircut.

Sanji cocked his head, his eyes flickering over to Luffy for a second as he watched confusion completely overtake their captains features. “Did Nami threaten you or something when you told her you were staying? You are acting a bit weird, is she gunna set you on fire or something?” Luffy’s voice had a hint of concern in it that was immediately overwhelmed by a short sharp laugh from Mav.

“No,” Mav said with a snort, “she took it really well, actually. But if I’m not ready in…” He gave a quick glance to the clock on the wall as he grabbed a towel. “7 minutes, she just might come and find me to set me on fire.” 

Then the man was gone, and the bathroom door slammed shut behind him, the muffled sound of water met their ears almost immediately. All of them paused as they turned to look at each other, and Sanji knew he’d have figured it out not two seconds later, but by the potent smugness emanating from Zoro’s smirk, the Marimo had already beat him to it.

“The idiot has a date, he’s actually asked the Witch on a date.” Zoro’s snort was full of amusement as he shook his head in disbelief.

Sanji threw his book to the side as he leaned forward, the fictional hitmen could wait, his Marimo might actually be onto something. “Son of a bitch.” 

Luffy however, looked neither smug or shocked, he just looked delighted. “A date?! With Nami?!”

Zoro had a shit eating grin tugging at the corners of his mouth now, and Sanji hated how much the expression suited him. “Looks like it.”

“I’d have never have guessed they even liked each other like that.” Luffy tilted his head in contemplation before shrugging as he grinned, that cheeky laughter filling the cabin now too. Sanji rolled his eyes, captain oblivious. He lit a new cigarette as he swung his legs off his bunk and let them rest on the floor. “But don’t you eat on dates? We already had dinner. Maybe Nami is getting him food because he missed dinner?” Luffy looked genuinely perplexed, even with his head popping out from under his duvet as he continued the hunt for his hat.

Sanji sighed through his nose. “There’s other things you can do on a date, dumbass. Talk. Walk. Flirt-“ Ruin your life slowly with emotional vulnerability.

“Fuck.” Zoro muttered with a shrug and a snort, clearly an attempt at a joke.

Sanji’s leg burst into flames, and Luffy’s jaw hit the floor.

Mav chose that exact moment to explode out of the bathroom before he froze two steps away from his bunk, eyes on Luffy and Sanji with concern as he clenched the towel around his hips a little tighter. “Why is Sanji’s leg on fire?”

Neither Sanji or Zoro could stop Luffy’s next words. “Are you going on a date with Nami to have sex?” Luffy’s face was the picture of shock and confusion, if not a little bit defensive.

Mavs' expression however, darkened into something sinister as his lip curled back into a snarl. Okay- he was definitely not joking about not wanting a fling with Nami if that’s his reaction. “Who the fuck put that idea in your head?” There was barely restrained rage behind blue eyes and Sanji realised that, despite having seen Mav hold his own against Zoro, the man definitely had a very real capacity for violence.

“No, Luffy, you don’t do that on a date, you sometimes do that after a date though.” Zoro clarified, expression deadpan as Luffy let out a long Ooooohhhh- like that somehow makes it any better- and Mavs expression relaxed a little. Sanji honestly nearly had visions of Zoro being torn limb from limb by a very pissed off wildcat. He extinguished his leg with a shake. The Marimo is really pushing everyone’s buttons tonight.

“But not on the first date.” Mav added with a pointed glare in Zoro’s direction which told Sanji the man knew for a fact Zoro had been the reason behind Luffy’s outburst.

He flicked ash into the tray. “Atleast you have some manners, and the sense to clean up. Better not expect to steal my cologne though.”

“Cologne?” Mav snorted, water still clinging to his skin as some drops rolled down his arms. “You think I planned that far ahead? Hell, I didn't even think I'd get this far.” There was a fleeting look of distress on the man’s features as he threw himself down on his bunk with all the grace of a man preparing for war, digging for something or other in one of the paper bags.

“I’ll go without it,” Mav added after a beat, “if i don’t have time to wash and dry my hair, I sure as hell don’t have time for cologne. Ah fuck- I need a bobble.”

Sanji knew he wasn’t alone in watching Mav as the man seemingly went through the five stages of grief while frozen in place on his bunk, and all Sanji could do was watch, alongside Zoro and Luffy, with a collective calm that only came from witnessing worse atrocities in the bunk room than a man having a mild meltdown. It was rather amusing if he was honest, Mav was a charmer with the confidence to match, and a flirt. But sanji could see the anxiety coiled tight in broad shoulders.

Then the smithy was moving again, yanking on clean socks as the towel dropped without ceremony or warning. Pulling on fresh boxers with the same urgency, despite the feigned casualness that tried to hide the mild panic in his movements. None of them batted an eye or spoke.

But something was bothering him, Sanji couldn’t help but sit on those words. I didn’t think I’d get this far… He bounced his knee in irritation as he leaned back slightly, eyes squinted now in suspicion. “Do you even have anything planned?”

Mav paused just long enough for him to yank the trousers over his hips and button them, he cast a glance Sanji’s way before looking around for his belt. “Not really. I mentioned dessert. I’ll think of something.”

There was an eruption from Usopps bunk then, a long rubbery arm slamming the mattress down as Luffy perked up, immediately reinvested. “Dessert? Can I come get dessert?”

“No!” Mav growled over his shoulder as he reached for his shirt. “No way, I’m not taking you on a date, I’ll get you a cake or something tomorrow.” Mav sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, Luffy cheered from on top of Usopps bunk. “Jesus Christ- why am I so stressed?!” 

Sanji snorted as he watched Mav rubbing at his face with both hands, like he could physically wipe the anxiety away. Zoro was smirking too and cast Sanji a knowing look that clearly read, if you want to bully him I’m more than happy to join in. They were getting better and communicating without words.

Sanji hummed, feigning thoughtfulness as he clicked his fingers. “Maybe it’s because you’ve put zero forethought into this? Hope Nami-san is ready to be disappointed.” Idiot is absolutely going to crash and burn.

Mav rolled his eyes so hard his entire head pivoted in Sanji’s direction, but he didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to. The glare was enough to make Sanji snort in amusement.

Zoro tilted his head next, now leaned against the wall beside the bathroom door across from Sanji with a smug expression on his face before he asked; “how long’s it been since you went on a date anyway?”

Mav was finally buttoning the silk black shirt, after tucking it into his trousers and fastening his belt. The fabric clung across his shoulders, cut precisely enough to show of the lines of his back without being flashy as his back turned to Sanji to look over at Zoro. “A year.” He said simply, Zoro chuckled at that, a low sound that filled the quiet that settled after the admission.

But Sanji couldn’t take his eyes off Mav’s back, and he didn’t mean to stare, but he couldn’t help it. There was something deeply infuriating about the way the redhead had went from chaotic goblin to put together in little under five minutes. Silk shirt, no tie- obviously. And as he turned on the spot-Three buttons undone exposing a line of pale skin, collarbone, and a hint of well defined pec that frankly, would get him barred out of some high end restaurants.

Mav wasnt even fucking trying, he just looked like that- and it pissed him off. Bastards trying to upstage me in the best dressed department now.

Sanji’s eyes darted to Zoro, he felt a tiny flicker of Jealousy at how good Mav looked before it was snuffed out by the uninterested but observant look on Zoro’s face. The Marimo isn’t interested, you’re fine, relax. “See your style hasn’t really changed.” Zoro grunted.

Mav let out an undignified snort. “Nah, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” Then he went rigid, his eyes darting around the room in mild panic. “Ah- my jeans, where did I…?” He whipped around on the spot, doing a full 180 before he spotted the denim mess hanging off Luffy's bunk and dived for them. Luffy was immediately on high alert as he jumped up from where he was now rustling under Franky’s duvet.

“Did you find my hat!?” 

“What- no, sorry man.” Mav blinked in confusion before he skated back over to his own bunk with his jeans in hand, the disappointed whine of ‘oh mannnnn’ hanging in the air from their captain before Franky’s bed was being tore apart again. Sanji had learned to tune out Luffy’s antics by this point along with the rest of the crew.

Mav pulled out something small from the back pocket of his jeans wrapped in cloth and soft paper, he gave a quick check to the contents before shoving whatever it was under his pillow, like a squirrel hiding a nut. The hell is that?

Zoro beat him to it, head tilted. “What’s that?”

“None of your business,” Mav muttered, catching Zoro’s glance before he clocked Sanji staring at his pillow as well. “Don’t fucking touch it, it’s not finished.” 

Zoro raised his hands in mock surrender, but Sanji saw the moss heads' eye squint in suspicion. But before anyone could press him further, Mav seemed to clock something on Sanji. He barely had time to flinch before Mav was stepping toward him and making a grab for his wrist flashing him a grin with slightly too many teeth.

The bobble on Sanji’s wrist was promptly pinched. “Thanks, pretty boy.” Mav hummed, clearly pleased with himself as he stepped back with a little more ease now setting into his posture.

Sanji felt his mouth drop open, but before he could reclaim his dignity, the smithy had wrangled his hair into a loose ponytail. A few long strands still managing to slip free leaving a copper wave that curled down one side of his face. Blue eyes caught his gaze then as Mav flashed him a sincere smile, the man looked far too good. “You’re welcome…” he managed, suddenly feeling entirely off kilter. A brief thought flitted through his mind then that maybe Zoro unknowingly had a type, and maybe it was men with blue eyes…

He tore his gaze from Maverick only to land on Zoro looking over at Mav with a squint, brows furrowed as his gaze dragged down from Mav’s open collar to the partly exposed chest. Sanji had no idea what Zoro had seen, the man was stood closer than him after all, but he wasn’t left guessing for long.“Mav… do you wax your chest?” 

Mav immediately looked down, his hand pulling at his shirt a little. Sanji could see it too now, noticed the faint regrowth of hair that was coming through. It wasn’t patchy either- if anything, it was dense- but the contrast against the pale skin of his chest and the fact the hairs were a shade darker than his head hair made it more obvious.

“Oh for fuck sake,” Mav groaned, rubbing at his chest with a grimace but seemingly accepting that there was nothing to be done, not unless he wanted to sear himself raw.

“Since when?” Zoro asked incredulously.

“Since I hit puberty, idiot.” Mav was already sliding on his dress shoes, frustration fading immediately into casual nonchalance. “Been doing it since I was 18, makes me feel a bit cleaner, sort of just became routine. Only let it grow out once, and it wasn’t for my benefit.” Mav snorted, something fond flickering in his gaze, but he didn’t elaborate. Sanji could take a wild guess and assume he’d grew it out for a lover, probably Ace. He vaguely wondered when Mav had started waxing again if he’d left it be for Ace's benefit, not that it mattered or was any of his business. I wonder what Zoro would look like with chest hair… nah, that'd be far too much green, it’d look like the bastard had a lawn on his chest that needed trimming.

Luffy stormed over to Sanji’s bunk, snapping him out of his thoughts as he lifted Sanji’s pillow up from one end of the bed before thumping it back down in a huff, clearly still no luck in the hunt for his hat. “Ace used to say he thought chest hair was gross, said it wasn’t good for anything. I didn’t get it, hair isn’t good for anything in general, it’s just something some people have.”

Mav barked out a laugh at that, adjusting the fit of his shoes as his laugh faded into a chuckle. “Let me guess, Alabasta?” Mav said with a smirk, Sanji felt his brow quirk up at that and watched Luffy’s head snap round to look at the smithy who was still chuckling, shaking his head now as something fond glittered in his eyes. “He was such a brat, and a liar, he didn’t think it was gross.” Mav suddenly had his head in his hand as his shoulders shook, quiet laughter filling the room. “He was just pissed because I got rid of it, he ripped a fistful of it out after having a nightmare and I refused to walk around with a bald patch.”

Luffy gave a small chuckle at that as a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before his eyes went wide, “My hat!” His arm stretched out till it wrapped around the hat under Mavs bunk and snapped back like a rubber band, Luffy put it on his head with a grin. “Good luck on your date Maggie!” Luffy shouted before he was ripping the door open and slingshotting himself down the corridor. Sanji watched as Mav shook his head with a smile at their captain’s antics. 

Sanji turned his gaze to Zoro, and the bond may not be there anymore, but a full conversation passed between them with that one look.

How the hell has he gone from hot mess to heartbreaker in under ten minutes?

Zoro cocked a brow at him, a smirk curling slow on his lips as he gave Sanji a knowing look, arms folding against his chest as he leaned his shoulder more thoroughly into the wall. Here we go, he’s going to poke the tiger. “You know,” Zoro started casually, gaze drifting back to Mav. “Just because you look good doesn’t mean you’re gunna get laid.”

Mav’s expression didn’t even twitch as Sanji watched the man with laser focus, but the look he shot Zoro clearly said watch your mouth, it wasn’t hostile but it definitely wasn’t nice either. “That’s not the aim anyway, smartass.” Mav huffed, cracking his knuckles. Before he paused, smirk tugging at his mouth before he added far to innocently; “but if it did go down that road…” Mav clicked his tongue. “I think I could convince her to go desecrate your bed while you’re on watch- just to spite you for that comment.”

Sanji reeled. Zoro’s smirk dropped into a frown. “You wouldn’t.” Sanji heard himself sputter.

Zoro’s one hazel eye was on him in an instant, unwavering and certain as his jaw ticked. “He would.”

Sanji’s laughter cracked out of him like a whip, half choked around smoke from the fresh cig he’d lit, he rubbed his temple with the same fingers that held his cigarette. “God, you’re both insufferable idiots.” He said, shoulder still shaking as he attempted to hide his grin of amusement that only grew seeing Zoro so clearly rattled. Sure Mav was a menace, but Zoro- seeing Zoro wound up never got old for him, he’d never not enjoy seeing the man annoyed and pissed off over stupid shit like this. It was funny, the greatest swordsman in the world wanting to strangle his best friend over something so absurd. Maybe it was more funny because Sanji knew how soft Zoro could be too, muscle headed-soft in the middle- Moss ball. I’d be so bored without him here to piss off. Maybe he deserves a little back up though.

“So you figured out what you’re gunna do for this date yet?” Sanji asked, voice dry with a smug undertone he didn’t even try and hide.

But Mav replied without a hint of hesitation. “Nope.” The smithy slipped a ring onto his pinky finger. “Winging it.”

Zoro let out a scoff across the way, just as Mav pulled out a leather jacket from under his bed and slung it over his shoulder. “She’s gunna eat you alive, gingerbread.”

Mav gave Zoro a cocky smile that was far too full of mischief for Sanji’s liking, he felt his quad and calf tense up on autopilot as the urge to kick the red heads face in spiked. “Only if I’m really well behaved.” Mav snickered at his own joke, and Sanji knew it was a joke, but the warning was leaving his mouth anyway.

“I swear if I hear anything suspicious from Namis side of the ship tonight-“

“Relax, Sanji.” Mav cut him off with a lopsided smile that was soft with reassurance, as he headed towards the door. “I’ll be a gentleman, always am.” Mav paused with his hand on the door handle before he tilted his head and clicked his tongue.“Mostly.” He added lowly. 

Sanji felt his teeth grind together, he believed the man, he knew Mav had a tendency to flirt to high heaven, and had hardly any filter either when it came down to it, the casual confidence and cheekiness was one of the few reasons that his more unsavoury or suggestive comments never came across too seriously, or too creepily. Nami could handle herself, but the thought of Mav muttering filth or dropping some dirty jokes did get his back up a bit, could Nami handle that side of the man? Should she have too? Would it make her uncomfortable? His gut twisted anxiously, he sucked in a breath though, Nami seemed rather taken with Mav so surely she must know- atleast to some degree- what he was like.

Zoro’s voice cut through the room and promptly cut his spiralling thoughts in half. “Like that ship hasn’t already sailed.” Zoro drawled as he rolled his eyes. “You normally do the date first before you do anything else.” The remark hit like a firework in slow motion, loud, obnoxiously obvious and loaded.

What the fuck does that mean?

Has he-

Have they-

He said they hadn’t!

Sanji felt his eyes go wide before he was digging his nails into his palms to stop himself from lunging at the ginger bastard stood at the door. He’d hear it out, he wouldn’t fly off the handle- he wouldn’t- wasn’t his business.

Mav snorted.

And he didn’t deny it, just cast Sanji a sheepish smile before he was looking over his shoulder at Zoro a little more seriously. “First of all- I had enthusiastic consent.” He said, unapologetic as hell. Sanji felt his ears burn. “Secondly, it keeps things fresh, doing some things in the wrong order. She didn’t mind.” He shrugged before turning back to Sanji and winking as he finally pulled the door open and disappeared down the corridor.

Sanji sat in stunned silence for a beat after the door clicked shut. Even the sound of Luffy yelling on the upper decks somewhere didn’t cut through the thick quiet that had settled. Then his eyes snapped to Zoro, stood across the way, looking far to knowing.

“What the hell do you know?”

“I’m sworn to secrecy.” Zoro said as he pushed off the wall, going to sit on his bunk which was opposite Sanji’s own.

“From Nami or Mav?” Sanji heard himself snap back. Zoro hesitated before meeting his eyes.

“What if it’s both?” He said, a not quite smirk pulling at one corner of his mouth as he watched Sanji’s brow tick, before a tanned hand came to rub at the back of his neck almost awkwardly. “They both know I know.”

Sanji dragged a hand down his face, his patience was quite frankly, gone. “What the hell do you know, Marimo?!”

Zoro gave him a glare. “I ain’t giving you details, Curly.” He stretched lazily, I don’t want details you idiot- but Zoro was already talking again. “Heard some stuff a few days ago, bumped into Mav, figured it out. They didn’t do it, but it was something…”

Sanji took a breath, and immediately brought his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose as he hunched forward on his bunk, elbows braced on his knees. Heard something! He fucking heard something- “Just tell me he wasn’t a perverted creep and I’ll drop it.” He bit out, nearly chewing his cigarette in half as Zoro barked out a laugh at him. But he should know what the answer was anyway, felt his cheeks flushing as the words enthusiastic consent echoed around his skull.

“He wasn’t.” Zoro’s laugh had turned into an amused snicker.

Sanji took a drag from his cigarette at the confirmation, relief washing over him, he should have known as much. But he’d seen far too many men try and take advantage of women in his years working at the Baratie. Some of them even came across as respectable- until they crossed a line. It was just ingrained in him now to be on high alert for them, especially with men he didn’t know or, at least, didn’t know well. “Good.” He breathed out a plume of smoke on a sigh.

Zoro was smirking then, properly smirking at him. Sanji got the urge to wipe it off the bastard's face, but he couldn’t decide on kissing it off or kicking it off. “She’s got him wrapped around her little finger, Cook. You’re really underestimating the Witch in this situation.”

Sanji snapped his head up at that, ready to argue, to defend Nami- but he paused. Because there was something in the way Zoro spoke, it wasn’t just amusement, it was honesty.

And that’s when it hit him. The implication- or rather, the hundreds of possible different implications- all tucked into that casual sentence Zoro had just spoke. Sanji felt his face go red, and he was powerless to stop it. “Shut up Moss for brains, i don’t want to know anything.”

Zoro didn’t argue, just leaned back on his bunk after shuffling himself till he could rest his back against the wall, seemingly stalling in whatever he was about to do since the interruption. But there was something else rattling around in Sanji’s head now, and it had very little to do with Nami, not really-

“You wouldn’t.”

“He would.”

Zoro had said it like it was fact, not a guess. That look on his face was knowing. There was a story there, he could tell as much, and he was absolutely going to pry.

He took another drag, held it, then exhaled as his eyes flicked up to Zoro. “What was with that look before anyway?”

Zoro seemed to tense at that, frowning back at him now. “What look?”

“When you said he would desecrate your bed.” He clarified, he kept his voice level but his eyes sharp as he watched the expression on Zoro’s face. “You had this look, like you knew he wouldn’t hesitate to do just that.”

Zoro hesitated then, that tension remained in his body even as he turned his face away from Sanji. Avoiding eye contact completely, a flush spread across the bridge of his nose. Oh?

“Cuz he’s done it before.” Zoro finally muttered.

He’d figured it might have been an embarrassing story or a funny one, but that caught him mid drag, he coughed. “Come again?”

Zoro sighed. “When we shared a place after leaving the village.”

Sanji sat up a little straighter on his bunk, because damn it he was already invested. “What- like, to genuinely spite you?”

Zoro gave a dry snort as he scratched his jaw. “Yea pretty much. We were at each others throats for a few weeks. Don’t even remember what started it. Stupid shit. It escalated.”

Sanji blinked, of course he could imagine both men acting like petty fucking children, especially when they were still capable of that shit even now. But that flush was spreading over Zoro’s cheeks like a slow burning bush fire. “Wait.” Sanji said, leaning forward with a light frown. “Were you guys already friends with benefits then or what?”

Zoro made a sound then that sounded almost like a strangled cough and Sanji felt his brows raise, the swordsman’s jaw was tight, teeth gritted together as he glanced at Sanji, then looked away again. “No… but that kinda started it…”

Sanji tried not to smirk, Zoro was obviously tense as hell talking about this, but he also wasn’t making any goddamn sense. He bit his lip, forced his expression to be neutral bar the frown of confusion he knew he was wearing and asked; “so let me get this straight. He spite fucked someone in your bed, and you both started screwing after that?” He ran a hand down his face in exasperation, trying to organise the chaos that was slowly unfolding in his brain. “Marimo, I’m not going to kick your ass, or his- but you aren’t making any sense.”

Zoro let out a long suffering growl as he slumped forward, elbows on his knees as he put his face in his hands. “I can’t believe we’re talking about this.”

“It’s a pretty one-sided conversation so far, Mosshead.” Sanji sniped, he couldn’t help it, didn’t understand why Zoro was getting visibly worked up by this shit. 

Zoro groaned, before his hand finally uncovered his face, hand flat and open before he pointed into his knee, like the gesture would get his point across even more. “He brought someone home. I’d gone out. When I got back, I found him in my bed with her. Middle of it, he didn’t even flinch.”

Sanji blinked, his brain felt like it’d just been dunked in cold water from the shock. “Jesus…” but he didn’t get much time to process, because Zoro kept talking, apparently now he’d started, he couldn’t stop. But the next thing that came out of Zoro’s mouth-

“I was pissed. Told him to get out of my fucking bed. He didn’t, so I grabbed a fistful of his hair to drag him off-“ Zoro stopped mid sentence. Fist clenched like he was re-enacting the motion.

Sanji froze, felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickling. Zoro was red, really fucking red, oh fucking hell. Of course Zoro pulled Mavs fucking hair, of course he did, I’d have probably done the same, but still… “You pulled his hair…” Sanji breathed slowly, it wasn’t even a question, because both him and Zoro knew, that particular action at least- Mav was… rather fond of, to put it politely.

Zoro winced. Pinching the bridge of his nose like he could erase the memory by concentrating hard enough. But that flush was still there, bright red, must be a pretty fucking vivid memory.

“He liked it, didn’t he.” It wasn’t a question.

Zoro didn’t answer him immediately.

But when he finally looked up to meet Sanji’s eyes he looked almost tortured, in a flustered and conflicted way that sort of had Sanji wanting to cradle the bastards head and shower him with reassurance, make sure his Marimo knew it was okay, that he didn’t care that he had a past- or that he was swept off his feet by a tall handsome ginger all those years ago. Until his swordsman actually spoke.

“He moaned.” Zoro said finally. “Didn’t even open his eyes at first- just moaned.”

Sanji felt his jaw drop, his cig slipped from between his lips and landed on the floor, smouldering quietly in the stunned silence before he was scrambling to pick it up. But Zoro was leaning back, hands scrubbing down his face, clearly not done with this story.

“And then-“ Zoro sighed, like the next words out of his mouth would deliver the final blow to his dignity. “He turned around, grabbed me by the back of the neck, and kissed me.”

Sanji stared, speechless. 

He’d heard plenty of inappropriate things on this ship, said a fair few himself, definitely thought of a good handful of inappropriate and filthy things too. But this- his brain was firing in a hundred different directions and not a single one of them produced a thought that made it to his mouth.

He could still see the faint blush on Zoro’s face, growing darker by the second the longer he stayed quiet, the fact he was flushing so deeply even under his fucking natural tan, somehow made the whole thing all the more real- and all the more ridiculous.

He didn’t know whether to laugh, cough awkwardly or offer Zoro a shot of whiskey. But instead he opened his mouth.

“Did he at least pause.” 

Zoro gave him a deadpan look, and he wished he hadn’t asked. “Yea, he did. Doesn’t mean he wasn’t still buried to the hilt though.” 

That- fucking hell i didn’t mean to ask that. Sanji groaned as he put a hand over his eyes, embarrassed by his own stupid mouth, his own flush crawling up his neck. “I don’t know why I asked that.”

The flush that was just across Zoro’s face was spreading to his ears now, and Sanji pulled his hand away from his own face, watching it his rosy tint crawl down the slope of Zoro’s neck, and all the way to his chest… he looked lovely all flushed and bashful. But Sanji couldn’t help but look back up to the man’s face, jaw tense and expression guilty. Sanji had to bite back his laugh, he failed- a snicker leaving his mouth as he grinned over at Zoro knowingly. Oh. My. God… You liked it too didn’t you, Marimo?

His tone was low as that grin turned into a sly smirk. “You joined in didn’t you?”

Zoro’s jaw tensed even more, and his glare was scorching, but none of that did anything to help cool the colour in his cheeks, in fact he went a darker shade of red, burning hot.

Sanji let out a laugh, one that apparently sounded far too casual if the way Zoro’s expression shifted to mild shock was anything to go by. But he took another drag from his cigarette, chuckling softly as he blew the smoke out from his nose. A bad habit really, he needed to stop doing it or it was going to start affecting his sense of smell. He tilted his head thoughtfully as he shook his head, not quite in disbelief, he could believe it, just astonishment more than anything. “Wasn’t he with a woman though? Thought you didn’t do women Marimo?”

Something unclenched in Zoro’s jaw, some tension dissipating despite the fact he now wouldn’t make eye contact again. “I don’t.” Zoro mumbled, voice quieter now. “But I wasn’t exactly there for her was I, Cook?” Zoro added, finally looking back over at Sanji as he rubbed the back of his neck, his jaw flexed, but he was a little less bashful now, not smiling but not visibly cringing. “He could tell I wasn't interested in her- I wasn't subtle. So he, ugh...”

Sanji raised both brows despite the fact Zoro didn’t finish, oh now we’re getting somewhere, not that he necessarily needed to know. But the whole thing, the scenario had him beyond curious. Ash fluttered from the tip of his cig as he tapped it into the tray. But he also felt a little guilty talking about this with Zoro, the man didn’t exactly look comfortable to say the least, and they didn’t have the bond anymore so he couldn’t just send the swordsman his reassurance like he had been doing, so that just left words. He had to talk. Say shit out loud. “You know I can sort of see how it might be weird talking about this…” Sanji gestured between them vaguely. “And I get it, given the context of well- us.” That we’re together now, and we’re talking about you and Mav- back then. 

“But,” Sanji continued, since Zoro didn’t say anything, was just sat there looking at him expectantly. “The more you say, the more questions I end up with- like what fucking position accommodates for that? Like did she leave- what the-”

Zoro groaned then, dragging a hand down his face, but finally letting his shoulders sag a bit as he let out a wry chuckle. It was quiet, but genuine, the first sign to Sanji that the Marimo was actually starting to relax. Sanji found himself smirking to, though it softened at the deep rumbling chuckle that left Zoro’s mouth, he found himself relaxing a little bit more as well. Because Zoro wasn’t retreating, wasn’t clamming up anymore, they were actually talking. About a pretty weird topic- sure, but- it was honest, it was past, it was part of Zoro’s history. Part of who he was in a way.

Before they can delve into it any further though there was shouting, a lot of it. Then-

Usopp, loud as goddamn fog horn. “FESTIVAL IS STARTING- EVERYONE GET UP HERE-“

Sanji looked at Zoro, Zoro looked back at him, eyes wide as they both sat bolt up right before they were both pulling their shoes and boots back on and high tailing it to the upper deck.

They weren’t the first up there, but they weren’t the last either. Usopp was stood beside the railing, actually looking excited if not a little nervous as he turned to them.

“One of the villagers just came by,” he explained, Brook burst out from the doors behind them with uneccessary flair. “Said Pierro’s been leaving signs all day- playing pranks, messing with shop displays- and there’s been music too, coming from nowhere.”

Sanji watched Zoro raise a brow at that before he was grumbling. “Sounds like trouble.” 

Sanji scoffed, smirking at the man as he flicked one of those gold earrings playfully. “Or a party.” He gave Zoro a look as he leaned his arm on the Marimos shoulder before he lifted his foot up, pushing a finger into the side of his shoe to fix his sock. Exactly what I get for putting my shoes on too quickly. Zoro’s hand was on his lower back without hesitation, keeping him steady, it didn’t leave when his foot was back on solid ground though. Sanji felt warmth swell in his chest. 

Which was promptly turned into annoyance when the hand left, before returning to pinch his ass. His head snapped to Zoro with a twitching brow as he jumped slightly and the bastard just smirked at him, that hazel eye smug as hell. Sanji ignored the pang of heat that crept up his neck and thrummed faintly in his lower belly.

Franky was out on deck now, along with Chopper and Robin, locking all the doors up. Robin was almost immediately overtaken by elasticated arms as Luffy slingshot himself over the railing and straight onto the dock below.

“Well bros, if it’s a party let’s not miss out.” Franky said with a grin. Before heading towards the gangway. Luffy’s laughter rung out from below, and Sanji could see him waving giddily from the ground as they all started to move.

“Come on guys! Hurry up!” The shout was giddy, Sanji couldn’t help but snort at their captain’s enthusiasm. God I hope he manages to stay out of trouble… and we don’t end up roped into any of these trials.

Robin hummed as she strolled ahead of them, Chopper by her side. “Well this should be interesting.”

“I’m so excited!” Chopper beamed up at her, she smiled before she let out a quiet breath of laughter. 

But Usopp stood stock still, already on the docs but seemingly looking back at the ship in confusion as they all filed down the gangway and onto dry land. “Where’s Nami? And Mav-“

“Already in town probably.” Zoro grunted, Sanji chuckled beside him as they walked. About to have his date interrupted.

“He’s eating Nami for dessert.” Luffy said matter of factly, clearly half paying attention as he looked towards the town. Brook immediately perked his nonexistent ears up, leaning into Luffy’s space with intent.

“How interesting-“ Sanji saw red, and before Brook could finish he had kicked both Brook and Luffy in the head. Luffy looked absolutely stunned as a huge lump sprouted before he turned to Sanji, head tilting in confusion. Brook was crumpled into the dirt at the side of the road.

“DONT SAY IT LIKE THAT YOU IDIOT-“ Sanji could feel his face burning from anger- that fucking idiot- Usopps jaw was on the ground and Robin had a hand on her chest in shock before she was covering her mouth delicately, a smile stretching behind her hand as she let out a quiet laugh. Franky just looked confused, he’d clearly not heard what Luffy had just said- thank god.

“Wha’ did I say? He said he was taking her for dessert, didn't he?” Luffy asked dumbly. Zoro stopped walking before bracing his hands on his knees as he keeled over, shoulder shaking as deep rumbling laughter rolled out of him.

“DON'T YOU START SHIT HEAD, OR I’LL KICK YOUR ASS TOO.” Don’t fucking test me you bastard-

Zoro didn’t stop laughing, Sanji was halfway across the path with his foot raised before Robin coughed quietly. His kick was being blocked by one of Zoro’s swords and held far above his head as they both turned to Robin with pause. Sanji could feel the tension in Zoro’s sword arm through the blade, nearly vibrating with anticipation, itching for a fight. 

“It may be worth trying not to draw attention to yourselves if you don’t want to take part in the trials.” She said softly and Sanji let out a sigh as he dropped his leg. Robin was right, as usual.

Zoro gave him a smug snort as he sheathed his sword. But before he could open his mouth, and no doubt piss Sanji off more, Usopp was jogging up to them, walking backwards so he could face them as they continued up the cobblestone path toward the town. The lanterns were glowing softly amidst the red and gold streamers, lining the path they walked, some hung from trees and a few lanterns even placed on the ground weighed down with hefty looking rocks at their base.

“So wait a second,” Usopp started, finger raised in the air. “Mav and Nami are already in town, alone?”

Sanji rolled his eyes, before they trailed up the path behind Usopp. The villagers really have went all out with the decorations, it actually looks really pretty. “Yup.”

“And you’re not suspicious?” Usopp asked with one raised brow, hand now on his chin. “Does nobody find this suspicious?” He asked everyone else who just raised their brows at him. Franky let out a snort.

“You tend to just have eachothers company on a date bro, why would we be suspicious?” 

Usopps eyes went wide. “THEY’RE ON A DATE?!” then his eyes narrowed, turning into a suspicious scowl. “With no chaperone?!? What if something happens- what if someone kidnaps our navigator? We can live without a blacksmith but without Nami we’re DOOMED.” Sanji didn’t mean to laugh, but he couldn’t help it, because Usopp was two parts concerned for Namis safety and clearly one part just wanting to meddle. 

“You have that little faith in Nami-san?” Sanji turned serious as he gave Usopp a withering look that immediately set off the sniper shaking slightly. Zoro snorted too, shaking his head with a smirk.

“Besides, you really think Mav would let anyone lay a finger on her? They’d be dead before they even got close.” Zoro added casually. Sanji found his brow raising at that, damn… he really does have a lot of faith in him.

“Maggie will look after her Usopp, besides, we’re probably going to see them soon anyway!” Luffy grinned and as they got closer to the town, they could hear the volume picking up, chattering, laughter, the occasional jovial shouts. There were more people on the path now too, coming from houses scattered on the outskirts of the main part of town. Some walked hand in hand and others in big groups. There were kids running up and down the path too, with that kind of ecstatic excitement and energy that always reminded Sanji of Luffy whenever they were out exploring a new island.

“Damn, it’s busy.” Sanji muttered, more to himself than anyone else. 

“Scared you’ll get lost in the crowd, Curly?” Zoro snickered beside him, Sanji flashed a glare his way before snorting.

“Please, if anyone goes missing it’ll be you. I’ll make sure to find some good Sake to pour out so you can sniff your way back though.” He gave Zoro a gentle prod in the side, earning him a grumble and a glare as Zoro slapped his hand away, before resting his own on the small of Sanji’s back. It was rather nice actually, and he found himself walking a little closer to the swordsman until he felt Zoro stiffen at his side. The hand was gone a second later. Sanji looked up to see Zoro had let that impassive expression settle on his face, as well as created distance between them.

He felt something in his chest tighten at the action. What the hell just happened? “What’s wrong?” He heard himself ask, voice quiet as he lit up a cigarette and watched Zoro’s hand flex at his side before tightening into a fist. What is up with him? 

Zoro gave him a look like he was stupid, jaw grinding together in annoyance or maybe frustration. “We’re in public.” His voice was rough too, edged with something that made Sanji’s gut twist.

He felt his eyes widen before he schooled his features, but something still pulled tight in his chest, something nearly cracked open, and he didn’t know what it was, but the feeling was unpleasant. Left a bad taste in his mouth and made him want to reach out and grab the green haired muscle-head out of protest. A sudden surge of possessiveness and uncertainty settled in his stomach along with a pit of anxiety. It ached, why does it ache?

“Right.” He breathed, he understood, it was his own suggestion anyway. But why did it feel so wrong?

Sanji did his best to ignore the feeling, and by the time they actually reached the edge of town the air was thick with the scent of spiced bread, roasted nuts, and sweet sugary glaze used on things like cinnamon buns or lemon cakes. They all turned the corner into the wide plaza that was the Main Street, to find it bustling, even busier than the path down from the docks. The crowd was thicker here, and the noise only grew the deeper they went. He could distract himself for a little while with this- keep his mind off the Marimo that was still loitering close by- but not close enough to be touched. Zoro wasn’t looking at him, not even a glance as he pulled Chopper up onto his shoulders so their doctor could see above the crowds.

“They have cotton candy!” Choppers eyes were starry as he caught sight of a stall with a slender man stationed behind it, twirling clouds of pink and blue around on striped wooden sticks.

Sanji quickly spotted the baker from a few days ago too- now set up outside her shop. Her stall was brimming with cakes dusted in sugar, scones stacked high, and glistening pastries in neat rows. Cookies too from what he could see, some already wrapped up in red paper and gold ribbon. She even had a small chalkboard with her prices on it that was shaped like a croissant.

The children were darting through the crowds now, another distraction from the distance between him and Zoro, laughter trailed behind them as they seemed to chase eachother wearing those brightly painted masks Sanji’d seen with Nami and Robin a few days prior. Wood carved to be smiling, others mischievous or laughing. The kids tumbled over the cobblestones of the street, weaving between people in a blur of colour and chaos. The whole festival so far felt warm, sort of- lived in. A real community, tight knit and familiar and comfortable. It was sort of heartwarming to see. 

Along the walls of the shops, new benches had been placed where space permitted, offering some relief from the crush of the crowd, none of the benches matched, seemingly dragged out by random merchants and traders. But it gave the town all the more charm for it.

And the sheer amount of people… it was sort of impressive. 

Usopp whistled behind them. “Damn… where did they all come from?” 

Sanji adjusted the collar of his shirt before shoving his hands into his pockets with practiced nonchalance. “Pickpockets paradise, mind your wallets.” He said with a snort, vaguely wondering if Nami would be able to resist the urge tonight or not.

He feels a sharp thwap against his bicep, “Oi,” Zoro grunts, head nodding subtly to their 11 o’clock.

Sanji’s eyes follow the direction of Zoro’s gaze and that green titled head of hair, and there they are.

Nami and Mav are sat on one of the benches tucked into a little recess between two of the shops, just beside a small alleyway and a wine stall not far away from one of the taverns. Nami actually had her head tilted back, laughing, Sanji could hear it over the crowd. She sounded delighted, all the while sat there holding some sweet braided pastry wrapped in brown paper as Mav lounged beside her. He sat in that casual way he always did unless he was thinking about something too hard, loose limbed, one elbow resting on the back of the bench as his other hand held some sort of croissant. Are those almonds? I’ll have to make note of that. But it’s the way they’re both sat there, smiling, comfortable, completely enraptured by one another while also being so at ease. It’s like they’ve known each other years, and it makes a smirk pull at the edge of his mouth before he snorts.

“Well,’ he glances back to Zoro with one brow arched, “maybe he didn’t crash and burn.”

Zoro gives him that low quiet laugh that Sanji adores as a hazel eye meet his, that lazy grin pulling at tanned cheeks as he shakes his head. “Don’t tell him that, it’ll only make him cocky.”

Sanji can’t help smiling back at Zoro, that awkward tension that was between them a minute ago, long forgotten. And god his chest aches, Zoro is fucking gorgeous, even with chopper sat on his shoulders- eyes taking in the crowd- completely non the wiser of the look he and Zoro were sharing. Zoro looks down at his mouth after a second and his grin turns into a lopsided smile before he’s flexing his jaw and chuckling as he turns his head away.

“Stop looking at me like that, Curly. Or you’ll have to buy me a drink.” Zoro’s voice is low and smooth and Sanji hates him for it.

He opens his mouth to respond-

But there was music. Softly- but definitely there- like a distant echo of a memory long forgotten. A melody floating on the breeze. 

And others have heard it too, there’s a shift in the air and the town. Almost all at once, all the people in the street go quiet. There’s faint whispering- but there’s definitely a hum in the air. Notes thrumming into existence from nothing.

Sanji sees Robin from the corner of his eye, head tilting as she looks around at the others before her eyes lock with Sanji’s. “Do you hear that?” All he can do is nod. They’re all still now, the crew, the town. It’s like they’re all holding their breath.

There was no band. No musicians. How can this be real?

But it was growing stronger- low and rich, drifting from the very walls of the town, everywhere and nowhere but somehow all encompassing. Sanji felt a shiver rake through him, like someone or something had walked over his grave, it wasn’t cold, but something had shifted. It was like the island itself had started to hum, resonating from somewhere old and aged and fond- 

“Sugar pie, honey bunch… You know that I love you!”

There was a voice right as the music boomed into a more blatant existence. Still with no band to show for the symphony of instruments, and it was rich and deep, rolling through the streets like warm honey. Sanji watched the villagers faces light up as soon as they heard it, watched doors start to open.

They were grinning, grinning like they’d been expecting this. Those opened doors had more people stepping out, as that voice continued to sing, spilling into the air like laughter from an old friend, it was like a balm for the soul in the way it seemed to lift the spirits of the villagers even further- and it wasn’t just a loud voice either, it sounded… Alive.

“I can’t help myself- I love you and nobody else!”

Then, he was there.

Pierro.

It had to be Pierro. He looks exactly like the man carved into the shrine, the grin- the gun.

He appeared from nothing. Striding through the square like he was walking onto a stage, bathed in the glow of the lantern light and grinning from ear to ear. His white shirt billowed slightly with his movements, tucked into fitted red trousers, loose enough to move in but fitted enough for the man to strut it seemed. A gold belt buckle sat at his waist on the strap that held the old pistol resting easy at his hip. And he wasn’t even playing the guitar slung across his back. But the music followed him anyway.

“In and out my life- You come and you go.”

He swayed effortlessly with the beat, his boots actually tapping against the cobbles as he twirled- before grabbing an elderly woman’s hands with practiced ease, spinning her around on the spot. She laughed, eyes delighted, like she was seeing an old friend after too long-

“Leaving just your picture behind…” 

Pierro let her go with a smooth turn, his voice not once wavering, and she landed neatly into what Sanji assumed was her husband’s arms. The old man chuckled, catching her with ease.

“And I’ve kissed it a thousand times.”

And just like that, the town was dancing. Someone had stopped their foot, another had started to clap in time with the rhythm, and it didn’t stop, a little girl was giggling now as everything sprung to life around them- right as Pierro gave her a little spin before reaching down and gently tapping her nose.

“When you snap your finger or wink your eye- I come running to you!”

There was people hanging out of balconies now too- it was astounding. Sanji’s not seen anything like this before, and they’d really seen a lot, they’d travelled to hundreds of islands, but god somehow none of them felt as warm as this.

And Pierro… he was the heart of it all. The Soul of the island and the town it seemed like. It was like magic.

“I’m tied to your apron strings- and there’s nothing that I can do!”

He was weaving through the crowd with ease, between dancing couples, every step perfectly in time with the beat. The music seemed to bend around him, following his pace, matching that magnetic energy the man seemed to poses. He looked so young too- maybe only thirty at most, dark skin and short black hair with honey gold eyes- and a grin that was entirely too warm and charming to be anything but mischief wrapped in friendly laughter after a perfect prank.

“What the hell is happening?” Usopp muttered, closer than Sanji had realised, they’d all grouped up together it seemed, and all they could do was stare. Chopper in particular looked absolutely enraptured while sat on Zoro’s shoulders, and Sanji couldn’t help the warmth that filled his chest, Chopper was still the youngest of them after all.

Franky was snapping his fingers to the beat now too. “Dudes got some skills, and super footwork.” 

“A good voice too.” Brook added foot tapping to the music, Sanji could see their musicians body vibrating as if he was resisting the urge to break out into dance himself along with the rest of the town, either that or start plucking at his violin like it was a guitar.

Sanji felt himself crack a smile as he lit another cigarette. “He’s got presence, I’ll give him that.”

Luffy though was vibrating, excitement on a level even higher than the kids that were now running around dancing and laughing again. “THIS IS AWESOME!”

“Sugar pie, honey bunch, I’m weaker than a man should be- I can’t help myself- I’m a fool in love, you see.”

Pierro turned on the spot, his gaze locked on the statue at the centre of the square. To Nesta, Sanji realised, as he saw the man’s eyes soften as he approached it, the stone figure of the island's founder. Yet Pierros voice still didn’t falter, and Sanji didn’t expect the gut punch that was watching this love story in real time as Pierros grin softened to something tender.

He stood before Nestas statue, the woman he loved carved in stone, and with a bit of a dramatic flourish, he held out his hand. It was almost expectant.

What the? What is he doing?

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then Nestas' lips curved.

It was a playful smirk, almost mischievous. Sanji could briefly see Usopp go stiff in his peripherals, Chopper's mouth was hanging open in disbelief. Even Zoro went still, his expression unreadable before his eyes widened. 

The air shimmered around the statues hand and she moved. Lifting her hand to reach behind her back before pulling out a red and purple jester's hat. But she didn’t put it in Pierros hand, a knowing, teasing smirk pulled at her still stoney lips. Pierro let out a laugh, like he knew what came next, before she tossed it into the air.

The music was still playing as Pierro caught it mid spin, and a woman’s laugh seemed to ring out through the square, light and teasing, full of warmth. Like the echo of a memory. The statue of Nesta just smiled before settling back to her original position and freezing once more.

“I can’t help myself, I want you and nobody else.”

Pierro placed the hat on his head, adjusting it with a slow, dramatic flourish as the final notes of the song rung out, fading into the early night air as he tossed his arms wide- like a true showman- 

The town cheered, the music stopped, Sanji almost expected the man to disappear. But he remained, steadfast, solid, real.

 Suddenly there was a live band on a small low stage around Nestas statue, music filled the air again, and the festival came to life. The festival, and the entire town. To say he was stunned would be an understatement, and he knew he wasn’t the only one still frozen from it all. It was insane and exhilarating all at once. It hardly seemed real.

Wow… 

Also yes… Sanji is reading a book about the Anime ‘Buddie Daddies’ if you haven’t watched it I’d definitely recommend, fun sweet and funny, with some serious elements. I adore it.

let me know what y’all think 😊

Also thinking of writing dream sequence of past Zoro and Mav at some point? Your thoughts? Could be history with a hint of… spice. Idk tho. Obvs would tie into the plot.

side note:

I keep picturing the way Usopp says ‘no chaperone!’ The same way that lady in the famous gif says ‘BEYONCÉ?!’ those of you that know, need I say anymore 😂

Chapter Text

These next few chapters are going to likely be smaller snippets of the same night, there’s a lot that needs to happen to drive our story forward. And our love birds closer together.

but here’s a little tid bit to tide y’all over for now 😊

The music swelled as the band in the centre of the square picked up where Pierro had left off, filling the street with an infectious rhythm.

But Pierro was no longer standing on the cobbled streets. 

No.

The man had vanished, with a click of his fingers- only to reappear mid-air, lounging as though gravity didn’t exist, as if he had chosen to simply ignore it’s existence. One arm behind his head and his jester hat sitting a little lopsided, he was floating effortlessly above the crowd, casting a knowing gaze over the villagers. There was a small pull at one corner of his mouth, and that look in his eyes, love. Sanji realised, the man was looking at every single person with deep fondness, a kindness too that was so genuine and warm it just made Sanji smile wider as he shook his head. It was a rare thing to see these days.

Then Pierro was grinning, a wide charming smile that was all teeth and laughter, it was near contagious. He was greeting some of the villagers now too, while floating above them, a chuckle and a wink here. A few of the older villagers he seemed to even be asking questions to, Sanji could hear half jumbled questions of ‘how’s the kids-‘ or ‘you better be taking care of eachother,’ along with some genuinely saddened offers of condolences that the Villagers in question always seemed to appreciate before giving Pierro a warning from the departed-that usually ended in laughter- about not pulling another prank like he had last year, this time round. 

It was so rare to find a town like this, with such minimal animosity, no mention or whispers of marines, certainly not no danger. Because everywhere had that possibility, but just like that, any lingering unease Sanji had vanished. Because any danger that came here, these people had each other's backs, you could tell as much from just the few days of being here, but tonight had cemented that for him.

Even Usopp, who he knew had been sweating bullets over the idea of Pierro being a ghost, had forgotten all about his previous fears. Pierros presence was too full of life, too warm to feel eerie.

Instead Sanji watched in amusement as Usopp and Luffy, obviously caught up in it all, joined hands and started a wide spinning circle as they danced like idiots. They even started pulling in a few villagers as they went, Chopper apparently off Zoro’s shoulders now too as he joined in on the mayhem while laughing.

He lit up another cigarette as he let out a sigh, this is nice. He took a long drag before breathing the smoke out as he glanced sideways, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth before he even locked onto his target.

Zoro was already watching him.

A brow arched at him, that one hazel eye flickering with amusement despite the firm line his swordsman’s mouth was set in. Smug amusement, that was what that look was, only confirmed when Zoro glanced away from

him again before speaking.

“You gunna buy me that drink?” Zoro's voice met his ears, gruff yes, but not cold.

It’s getting a little easier to read the Marimo since I’ve been paying closer attention…

Sanji scoffed, earning him another brow raise from the moss ball stood beside him. “Like hell I’m buying. Shouldn’t you be buying me a drink after all that talk in the galley earlier?” 

Zoro shifted his weight onto the balls of his feet, a flicker of surprise crossed his face for a second before he was smirking. Did you really think I’d forgotten Moss-head? 

Something fluttered in his stomach, nerves… Because damn he was interested, more than fucking interested at the idea of actually switching roles, but he’d never done it that way before, not once. Zoro had seemed almost possessed earlier though, by my fucking waist of all things? I suppose I am leaner than the meat head, but-

“What do you want to drink?” Zoro asked, straight to the point as usual. Sanji blinked, Jesus he’s actually going to buy me a drink?

Neither of them wanted to give a potential enemy a lever to use against them, being together like this was vulnerability, it was dangerous from the tangle of emotions that came with this sort of relationship. But where it had felt wrong initially, reeling in those casual touches they could have when on the ship, it was a mutual understanding. It was cautious, because they actually gave a damn about each other-even more so than before, but if it meant keeping whatever they had safe, Sanji could do it. He would do it. They could be careful, subtle, because this was important. 

Because I care…

But god, did it ache.

Sanji opened his mouth to reply.

But then, amidst the music and laughter, a solid arm draped around his shoulders out of nowhere.

“NOW YALL SEEM LIKE MY TYPE OF PEOPLE.”

He jerked so hard he nearly choked on his cigarette, staggering a step forward as Pierros laughter rang out in his ears. Nearly barreling right into Mav who had seemingly just worked his way through the crowd with Nami in tow beside him. 

“What the fu-“ Sanji heard himself sputter before Zoro grabbed his elbow to steady him at the same time Nami jumped. Her hand instinctively jumping out, grabbing for something solid it seemed, something grounding. Sanji saw her fingers dig into Mav’s forearm.

Mav’s hand had came up to cover hers on instinct too, and Sanji wasn’t the only one that had saw it. Pierros gaze flickered to them before Nami was pulling her hand off Mav’s arm, but he’d caught it, the smirk Pierro sported was far too telling for him to not have noticed.

Just as he was calming his racing pulse, about to snap at the very real feeling ’spirit’ beside him with his arm still draped over his shoulder. Pierros gaze drifted elsewhere, to the head full of raven hair now infront of him.

To Luffy.

Pierro straightened, a delighted grin spread across his face as he stuck out his hand. “Future king of the pirates and fellow freedom seeker,” he said easily. “I hope you and your crew are ready for a whole lot of mischief.”

Luffy’s grin was wide as he laughed and grabbed Pierros hand in both of his. It wasn’t so much of a handshake than it was an ironclad grip of pure excitement. Like Luffy had known the man since birth, like he trusted him without question or caution despite all he’d been through.

“HELL YEAH.” Luffy was punching the air the next moment, practically vibrating with anticipation as Usopp just gawked where he now stood beside Sanji.

“WAIT A DAMN SECOND,” Usopp was pointing an accusing finger at Pierro in record speed. “HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT ABOUT LUFFY?!”

Pierro tilted his head, grin somehow widening as his eyes flickered with amusement. “I know all there is to know about everyone that steps foot on this island, Sogeking.”

Usopp froze and Sanji’s stomach did a small flip.

“WHA- WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!”