“You’re not a tako?!” A ZoSan Fanfiction by mossybrows
ZoSan Month Trade with @auspizien!
I had a ton of tun writing this! this will officially be my first ever One Piece fanfiction, and my first ever fanficton in a long-ass time! Thank you so much for giving me the chance to trade with one of my most favorite fan fiction authors! If you’re all familiar with “Shackled Dissimulation”, @auspizien is the crazy nut who wrote it! That imagination of yours is something else! Ah, I’ve talked long enough, on to the fic! (Maybe, maybe I’ll make an AO3 one day, but I might just leave that to actual fan fiction authors.) Please excuse me, I have very little experience.
Since @auspizien drew 2 parts, I’ll make it two Chapters, here’s chapter 1~!
Summary: One Piece Canon-verse, everything is the same only Sanji is secretly a mermaid (Sanji: Merman! MerMAN! DX<) and was able to hide it from the crew…until Zoro discovered why he needs to smoke so much and ruined everything.
Setting: Post-Timeskip
Warning: Some words or phrases are in the romaji version of their Japanese counterparts. I’ve only ever watched One Piece in the original Japanese dub with English subtitles, so I like to keep a lot of nicknames the way they are and the occasional Japanese pun.
I’ll link a list to clarify some of the words and exchanges here. I know a lot of Americans prefer the (uurgh) English Dub and will therefore have no familiarity with Japanese puns and jokes. (My favorite being: Zoro’s ‘Oni-giri’ is both ‘demon-slicer’ and ‘rice-ball’ since well, being a ZoSan Lovechild, Sanji’s the cook and Zoro’s attacks are food is too LOL for me. XDD )
CLICK THIS LINK TO SEE THE DICTIONARY FOR THIS FIC! (If you open it in a new tab, you can read along~! <3 )
Chapter 1: “Muscle-Buddha” vs “Lovely-Eyebrow”
Damn that swirly-browed, cuss-spewing, cig-chewing cook.
Zoro fumed as he hauled himself up to the crow’s nest to literally wear his irritation out with some lifting. Sure, he’d gone a couple sessions this morning, but since fighting with the goddamn tako-face just a minute ago only resulted in a few new bruises from well-placed kicks and no conclusion as to who the victor was. That and also a massive, swollen lump at the back of his head ala Nami-fist style. There was nothing else to do. Meditating was certainly out of the question when he was this pissed. He reached the crow’s nest and slammed the hatch down with a loud, disgruntled grunt.
He needed to pump the frustration out of his system.
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