In an alternate universe, forces conspired to put Ace, Sabo, and Luffy in the care of the Red Hair pirates as children.
The Grand Line would never know what hit it.

The world spins as soon Sanji opens his eyes.

It feels odd, almost detached in a way, like a dense fog slowly filling his head. He pinches the bridge of his nose in an attempt to chase away the sensation, hoping his fever would subside soon, when he’s suddenly hit with a wave of heat deep in his belly, a litany of take me take me take me —

Oh. It isn’t a fever, he realizes belatedly, dread settling in his chest.

He’s in heat.

In which Sanji has grown as a person over the last two years away from the crew. A person who is a little bit evil. And Zoro has a boner. (Also, Usopp exists, though he sometimes wishes he didn't)

Now that the Inner Maiden's been awakened, she won’t go away.

Zoro asks Sanji out for some private time just outside of town, and a night that begins suggestive and taunting follows a road less travelled into a sentimental territory that lies uncharted. Written for ZoSan month. Smut one shot.

It hadn't been the first time he'd had an erotic dream starring Zoro. It probably wouldn't be the last, either.

Sanji tells Zoro the truth about where he had been for the past two years and is surprised by Zoro's reaction.

Zoro doesn't know why he's at this damn club, but the beer is delicious.

There's got to be some kind of cosmic irony that vanilla is what starts the whole affair.

Sanji has a hunger problem, which Zoro offers to help with and gets more than he bargained for. But Zoro discovers quickly that, much to his chagrin, he may like it.

And the cook discovers that he rather enjoys having his meals his way.

Now let's hope nothing gets too complicated. But when did the universe ever work that way?

Sanji/Zoro

Zoro and Sanji are fighting.

And that’s not really a surprise, exactly, because Zoro and Sanji are always fighting. But it’s different, this time.

This time, it’s not physical, and Sanji isn’t up in Zoro’s face yelling and screaming and calling him names. There’s no swiping of polished katanas against the lithe swing of powerful legs. It’s not physical combat.

This time, Sanji’s fighting with silent avoidance and quiet resignation. This time, their entire nakamaship may be on the line.

And this time, Zoro doesn’t know how to fight back.

OR

There’s something wrong with Sanji, but Zoro doesn’t know what it is or why it’s happened – why they’ve suddenly stopped brawling and hating each other left, right and centre. All he knows is that he has to fix it, or this Sanji – the Sanji that’s sunken and tired and so, so sad - may never go away.

For the good of the crew.

When Zoro gets lost on an uninhabited island, it's Sanji's job to go find him. But the local flora are feeling frisky, and neither of them is quite prepared for that.

You know how this is going to go.

Entirely smut and time travel porn.

Why can't any food grown in the Grand Line ever be normal?

Written for Black Bar Book's birthday to indulge all of her kinks.

Started entirely by Syb la tortue, she introduced me to homestuck, the idea of quadrants and the concept of quadrants plus one piece to me. This picture: http://syblatortue.tumblr.com/post/29228514788/i-was-reminded-that-zoro-tentacles-is-a-thing-and and this one http://syblatortue.deviantart.com/art/Up-Close-and-Personal-342278201 are also to blame.

Zoro is taken as a test subject. Sanji finds him pumped full of deadly aphrodisiac.

Sanji and Zoro show a little of their affection and mutual respect (the uninitiated say it looks a lot like 'trying to beat the shit out of each other', but that's because they don't know these two guys very well)

To fuel such a fever long.

Zoro and Sanji's second time. The less said about the first...

Hamon: From Japanese, lit. 'blade pattern'. The pattern on the steel that characterizes a katana blade, acquired during the folding, forging and tempering process.

Sanji laughed, a short, raspy bark of amusement. "Come on, geezer, you know guys like me and the marimo-head don't see a ripe old age. We live well, grab our dreams, hold tight and die hard at the age of thirty-five. Forty if we're lucky."

Zeff grinned when he saw Zoro pawing at the noose around his neck. "The dress-code's the downside of working in the service industry, kid."

Zoro could always see the threads of emotion connecting people but not until he saw Sanji's did he care.

Fanart for VioletHyena's fic "In Your Dreams" if you like One Piece and good AUs I recommend you to check it out!

Zoro is a cambion, which means he feeds on sexual energy. A small crew like the Strawhats, its not normally enough to keep a cambion satisfied, but Sanji happens to be an abnormally sexually driven cook so it usually works out okay for Zoro. At least, it works out alright until Sanji finds out that Zoro's been taking energy from him through his dreams.

For Sanji, he's trying to wade through the confusing mess of emotions for a certain marimo after a surprise kiss on the battle feild. It's not easy to do on a normal basis. It certainly isn't any easier when the man he has deeper feelings for is a cambion.

Then everyone learns how important it is to keep their local cambion fed, for if they don't, someone might get eaten. literally.

"Sanji hates Usopp right now, everything is completely his fault and he hates him. He hates his stupid face, his stupid lies, his stupid nose and most of all his stupid PLANTS!"

Does what it says in the title, however the tone is less flippant than that.

“Prince Zoro’s chamber is just a little further,” said the Long-Nosed Fairy, who was quite relieved that this ordeal would soon be over.

“And once we get there, you’ll wake him and break the spell with True Love’s Kiss,” said the Reindeer Fairy, who thought it was all very nice and romantic.

Sanji's cooking has reached a whole new level. It's almost uncanny. Especially when his thoughts and emotions somehow get into the mix along with the rest of the ingredients.

Zoro dials a wrong number trying to get a hold of his friend, but it turns out to be kind of awesome.

(563): Maybe he's one of those feminine men who fucks like a god then makes you fantastic crepes afterwards.

“If it were me, and I was in your position, I wouldn’t let something that makes me happy slip away because it might hurt my pride to admit it.” Two years apart shouldn’t change anything. At least, that’s what he keeps telling himself. ZoSan

Zoro is confident in saying that Sanji is a man who doesn’t do what he’s told.

Which is why, when a command accidentally slips from Zoro’s lips during foreplay, he is expecting to hear the cook’s scoff as he continues to do what he pleases.

Zoro's behaving weirdly. Sanji figures out why and goes about making him feel better.

Zoro has no problem speaking with things in his mouth. Sanji on the other hand...

Imagine person A making person B a friendship bracelet, expecting person B to never wear it, but when it’s given to them person B puts it on and is rarely seen with it off.

A group of marines charge, Zoro slices through them, and in that instant Sanji feels his own eyes grow wide. Because there, on the arm now outstretched towards him, steel glinting in hand, is the stupid bracelet he’d given Zoro. The bastard is actually wearing it.

Sanji never, ever wanted to see Emporio Ivankov ever again, but apparently some higher power is out to get him.

Differing priorities; similar goals. Ah, the life of a lazy swordsman on the Going Merry.

Pre-Alabasta setting.

What's left of the little eggplant is a half-empty packet of cigarettes and a bloodied tie.

…as witnessed, told, and suffered through by the Bravest Warrior of the Sea, Usopp.

Sanji loves Zoro. Zoro loves Sanji. They are also, somehow, obliviously, infuriatingly, in an unrequited love with each other.

Usopp thinks he can do something about it. He really should have had more self-preservation instinct than that.

Zoro gets lost, Sanji gets captured by the marines, the Strawhats break into the ship's prison, and they all escape with a bang.

Not exactly in that order, much to the confusion of Sanji's cellmates.

Sanji is carefully placing a cherry on top of the ice cream, his hands nimble, soft, almost—gentle. But all Zoro sees is the way the hems of his pants are still soaked in blood from an earlier skirmish with a marine ship, red seeping into the cracks on the floorboard, spattering across the kitchen floor in a slow drip, drip, drip.

Zoro stares, fascinated. He can’t bring himself to look away.

(Or, Zoro and Sanji—terrible monsters, in love)

The sign, standing unassuming outside the Grand Line Coffee Shop in a handwriting Sanji recognizes as Usopp’s, says:

TODAY YOUR BARISTA IS:
1. Hella fucking gay.
2. Desperately single.

FOR YOUR DRINK TODAY I’D RECOMMEND:
You give me your number.


Or, the one coffee shop au where Usopp pulls a prank, Sanji is unexpectedly (read: completely unexpected to him and only him) popular among the male population of their campus, and Zoro just wants to grab a coffee.

Sanji doesn't think much will come out of his one-sided crush on the green-haired tiger. After all, he's only seen him a handful of times. At least, until they become roommates.

No one ever said that pirates fight fair, but if someone bites you in a fight then it's perfectly reasonable to bite them back. Sanji has to learn that life isn't fair and nothing else is either but that bad jokes and falling in love certainly makes unlife worth living. Zosan/Sanzo tw:blood and blood drinking

If Zoro had the conscience to do anything but pant hotly and swallow moans, he might have laughed at the smear of cream on the cook’s nose.

He knows that it's probably unhealthy to hate follow people on tumblr but THIS GUY, this fucking guy... he's just too much.

In a world where everyone has a mark to identify their soulmate, Luffy is born without one. But that’s okay, because the future Pirate King doesn’t have time for boring mushy romance. His nakama, however, are another story.

In a world where Zoro isn't even a person any more can he ever be free or manage to do anything more than just survive? He should have known that he'd be bought eventually but this... isn't what he'd expected. Zosan, updated weekly. All comments, thoughts and wild-mass-guessings welcome!

Every person is born with a tattoo, the tattoo is always plain and black, no colour or shade. The tattoo is a sign of a person’s soul mate, the outline fills in and shades to finish the tattoo when a person meets their soul mate. The images and colours all represent the person’s soul mate’s personality, it’s like having a part of that person permanently with your body. The tattoos differ in size and placement for everyone. Some have tattoos on their ankle while others have them on their wrist. Some are so small they could be covered with a penny, but others span the body that carry them.