#established zosan

[zosanmylove]

Pre-timeskip Sanji not understanding why the Mosshead is so damn obsessed with his legs until the timeskip happens and he sees how big Zoro's chest has gotten and goes: Oh.

[thewaywardbirdsnest]

Long Distance

Zoro could fall asleep anywhere. On the floor, in the car, on a couch in the middle of a crowded party - anywhere, anytime.

So why, then, was he still awake at this late hour, tossing and turning? It was like an itch under his skin that he just couldn’t seem to rid himself of. He had tried adjusting the thermostat, turning over the pillows, removing the duvet and then putting it back on, five different sleeping positions, a white noise app. Nothing was helping. The bed felt too big, he had concluded, which was weird because there wasn’t anything special about the mattress in his London hotel room. Just your run-of-the-mill queen-sized hotel bed, perfectly suitable for someone of Zoro’s size. Yet somehow he still felt like it was too… wait a minute…

“Fuck!” Zoro cursed, flopping onto his back and letting his head bounce off the plush pillow. He let out a long, anguished sigh. “Shit…”

He reached over to flip on the bedside lamp and grab his laptop. A few clicks, a couple rings, and then…

“Hey you! Didn’t think I’d hear from you tonight. It’s gotta be… what, one in the morning where you are? Everything okay?”

Zoro felt something in his chest unknot just seeing the curly-browed bastard on his screen. He could have said something sweet, something like “I missed you”, but what came out was: “You’ve ruined me.”

Sanji frowned, the toothpick he was using to keep his oral fixation in check drooping.

“Pardon?” he asked, giving Zoro a chance to redeem himself.

“I can’t sleep,” Zoro tried again, “because the bed’s too big because you’re not in it with me.”

Sanji’s features immediately softened, his mouth pulled into a sad little half-smile. “I miss you too, baby.”

“Tch…” Zoro looked away, hoping the dim lighting of the room wouldn’t catch the blush he could feel creeping into his cheeks. How could he just say things like that? Zoro still wasn’t used to it. Might never get used to it. But he had to admit (to himself, if no one else) that it felt nice to hear.

“So,” Sanji prompted him, “what can I do to help?”

Zoro sighed heavily and shifted the laptop onto the bed so he could lay down on his side. “I dunno…”

“Hmm…” Sanji hummed thoughtfully as he got up off the couch. “Well, tell you what, I was about to make some dinner. How ‘bout I set my phone up on the counter so we can hang out until you get sleepy?”

“‘Kay,” Zoro agreed, adjusting his pillow.

“Alright, gimme a second.”

Once he had set up the phone at an angle where Zoro could watch him without it being in his way, Sanji got to work. Zoro asked him to talk about what he was making and he was happy for an excuse to ramble about the dish in detail. At first, Zoro prompted him with little questioning noises now and then, but it wasn’t long before his eyelids began to feel heavy.

They lapsed into comfortable silence filled by the sounds of sizzling onions, knives on cutting boards and Sanji humming some tune Zoro vaguely recognized from one of the jazz records Sanji would occasionally throw on while cooking. It felt cozy and familiar, a little piece of home even while he was an ocean away from his partner.

Before he knew it, Zoro was drifting off to sleep. On the edges of his consciousness, he just barely heard an affectionate chuckle and the words “g’night, marimo” before he finally slipped into a deep sleep.

When he woke to his alarm clock the next morning, he was surprised to see the video chat was still open on his laptop.

Sanji was curled up on his side in bed, fast asleep. Zoro ran a finger over the screen, tracing the curve of Sanji’s cheek. “G’night, curly,” he whispered before closing his laptop and getting up to start his day.

Just two more sleeps. Two more sleeps and he’d be home with him…

[thewaywardbirdsnest]

“Please tell me this is not why you woke me up.”

“Marimo. Hey. Moss, wake up.”

“Hnnnrghh?”

Zoro wakes to find Sanji hovering over his bunk, a worried expression illuminated by moonlight.

“C’mon, need your help.”

“Help?”

“Yeah, in the galley. Hurry, before it moves.”

“Before it…?”

Whatever the cook is on about, he’d rather just get it over with than waste time arguing. The sooner it was done, the sooner he could go back to sleep. Groggily, he follows him out of the men’s bunk and over to the galley, still unsure of his task.

When they reach the galley door, Sanji peers in through the porthole window in the door and almost immediately recoils in panic. “It’s still there. Do you see it? Over the stovetop?”

Zoro steps up to the window for a look. At first he’s convinced the cook had finally lost his marbles because there was nothing to see. But on closer inspection, he notices the source of Sanji’s terror: a spider suspended by an invisible string of web, dangling above the stove.

Zoro sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Please tell me this is not why you woke me up.”

“Zoro, please!” Sanji pleads, and he sounds so small and scared that Zoro has no choice but to give in.

He dutifully enters the galley alone, looking about for something to scoop the spider with. He settles on a mug paired with a blank recipe card he found in a drawer. Once he has the little bug trapped, he heads for the exit.

“I’m coming out. Don’t look,” he warns before pushing the door open. Sanji’s back is pressed against the outer wall, eyes squeezed shut.

Zoro takes the spider all the way to the bow of the Sunny to release it. He knows Sanji would rather he throw it overboard, but what did this spider ever do to him?

Sanji keeps his eyes shut tight until he feels a warm embrace settle around his shoulders and a kiss being pressed into his hair. “All gone.”

Sanji relaxes, letting himself slump forward against Zoro’s chest.

“Thank you,” he says, sounding absolutely exhausted by the ordeal. Zoro hugs him a little tighter.

“You wanna sleep in my bunk tonight?” he suggests. Sanji nods weakly.

Zoro leads him by the hand back to the men’s bunk room. Once they’ve managed to puzzle piece themselves into the too-small bottom bunk, Zoro wraps his arms around Sanji and rubs his back with his palm in slow, gentle circles.

“Don’t worry, cook,” he whispers as they both drift back to sleep. “I’ll protect you.”

[thewaywardbirdsnest]

Sanji could never refuse a lady’s request. When Perona texted him asking if he could come by the gym and watch the front desk while she ran an errand, of course he said yes. Besides, it gave him an excuse to engage in one of his favorite pastimes: observing the wild marimo in his natural habitat.

At first he had tried to fake disinterest, scrolling through his phone, doodling on a notepad, but eventually his focus turned to watching the class. This particular group was the youngest - all six and seven year olds. They could be a handful sometimes, but damn were they adorable.

Zoro was currently squatting next to a little boy with dark hair, gently correcting his form. He didn’t coddle his students, didn’t see the point in babying them or talking down to them, but he was always sure to line his critiques with kindness. Sanji knew from stories Zoro had told him that his own teachers and coaches had not always given him the same courtesy. Some of them had been downright cruel in the pursuit of perfection. Some may argue that the ends — the championships, the medals, the accolades — justified the means, but Zoro had vowed to prove them wrong.

Though Perona’s administrative know-how kept the operation running smoothly and Tashigi’s people skills kept the parents happy (in addition to her own prowess as an instructor), Zoro’s passion for his work was the heart and soul of this place. That fire inside of him was one of the main reasons Sanji was so drawn to him. They were both dreamers, driven and focused on their respective goals. Watching Zoro work reminded Sanji how ridiculously lucky he was to have a partner like that walking beside him. Each of them was there to support the other in his own journey, to push each other, to cheer each other on, to carry each other when things got rough, through late nights and long days, injuries and setbacks.

“I’m baaaack~!”

Sanji was jolted out of his romantic reverie by Perona’s singsong greeting. She thanked him for the favor and took her place back at the desk. At that point, the class was wrapping up, kids filing through the glass door into the main space to meet their parents in the lobby.

Once they had all made their way out, Sanji slipped in. Zoro seemed surprised to see him, apparently not having registered his earlier post at the front desk.

“Hey, everything okay?” he asked, a little confused.

Sanji waved away his worried tone. “Oh, yeah, just covered the desk for Perona for a little bit.”

Zoro frowned. “Y’know ya don’t have to drop everything and run here just ‘cause she asks.”

“It was no trouble, really,” Sanji insisted. “Besides, meant I got to see you sooner, so I can’t really complain.”

Zoro’s frown gave way to a smirk. “Missed me that much?”

Instead of answering him, Sanji put his hands on Zoro’s waist and tugged him in for a kiss. It was short and chaste (there were still kids running around in the lobby after all, even if they were distracted) but full of affection.

“You’re done for the day, right?” Sanji asked.

Zoro nodded. “Why?”

“Can I take you out?”

Zoro raised an eyebrow. “Some sorta special occasion?”

Sanji shrugged and rubbed small circles into Zoro’s hips with his thumbs. “Just because you’re amazing and I love you.”

Zoro huffed out a laugh at that, ducking his head in an attempt to hide the color rising in his cheeks. “Sure, we can do that.”

Sanji smiled warmly and gave Zoro’s hips one more playful squeeze before stepping away in the direction of the locker room. “C'mon. You need a shower."

“Thought you liked the way I smelled after a hard day’s work,” Zoro teased, gathering up his things.

“Yeah, well, I don’t think the people at the restaurant will feel the same way,” Sanji laughed.

“You joinin’ me?”

“Wellll…” Sanji glanced at the lobby, now empty except for Perona who was deeply engrossed in her phone. “I showered before I came here, but I suppose I could find other ways to occupy my time in there.”

Both giggling like a pair of teenagers, they slipped away into the locker room to kick off their impromptu date night.

[thewaywardbirdsnest]

Pizza

Was listening to the song "Pizza" by Anti Up/Chris Lake/Chris Lorenzo while driving and I just couldn’t help but think about ZoSan out clubbing and Sanji’s absolutely smashed. Still mostly-coherent and able to walk on his own but damn, the cook *cannot* hold his liquor.

They’re waiting on the sidewalk for their ride home and Sanji will not shut up about how badly he wants pizza. Fed up, Zoro cancels their Uber and drags him two blocks away where he knows there’s a dollar pizza place.

He orders them each a slice (because sure, he’s not wasted like his lightweight of a boyfriend over there, but he’s drunk enough that cheap, greasy pizza sounds like it would really hit the spot right about now).

Upon receiving his, Sanji just plops down right on the curb and starts stuffing his face.

“Oh my fuhhing gaw’, ‘s tas’es amaaazing!” he mumbles around a mouthful of dough and cheese.

“Stop bein’ gross, curly. Aren’t y’always tellin’ me not to talk with my damn mouth full?” Zoro teases, standing beside him.

“Thank you, marimooo~” Sanji says and turns to plant a kiss on Zoro’s leg, leaving behind a grease stain. “Oh nooo~”

He frowns and pulls the sleeve of his jacket over his hand to try to wipe at the grease, which proves to be a fruitless effort. Instead, he just pats the spot apologetically and leans against Zoro’s leg, going back to nibbling at the remains of his pizza crust.

Zoro just sighs, the hint of an affectionate smile tugging at his lips, and orders them another Uber.