Cross posted on AO3| Fandom: One Piece.
Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x F!Reader x Sanji
SFW
Word count: 3,090
Summary: You’re thirsty. Zoro thinks you might as well be hungry. He doesn’t know how to make a sandwich. This is why you have a cook.
Or;
Zoro makes you a sandwich. Sanji gets mad at him for even daring give you something unworthy of you.
Sandwich (Or was it lemonade?)
You might as well be dreaming.
Or maybe you were dead and this was Heaven.
Or maybe you had swallowed way too much ocean water and you were hallucinating right now.
Or maybe—
Why was Zoro with a plate in his hand. With a sandwich on it. Extending it to YOU.
It was a little bit crooked. He knew you liked it when Sanji grilled them for you. But he might have gone a little overboard with it and now it had burnt edges. The lettuce looked sad to be there, to say the least. Tomato juice was already dripping down its sides. And the slices were thick. Like… really thick. Probably cut a whole tomato in two and put it there.
But at least he used the good cheese.
“Huh,” your head tilted, eyes drifting away from your logbook, inked pen on your hand. “What’s that for?”
Zoro let out a small grumble. His hips were slightly tilted forward, his dark eyes looking everywhere but you. Like he was ashamed he even thought of making something for you. “Just take it.”
With a soft tap, you set your logbook down and carefully capped your pen, eyes practically shining. “A snack?” You gasped, taking a hand to your mouth, then quickly taking the plate before the swordsman decided he was being too nice and ate it himself. “Oh Zoro—“
———
It’s a hot day. The sweat on Zoro’s forehead can definitely be assuring of so. He had tried napping on his bunk, since the cabin was way cooler, but apparently Luffy and Usopp had had the same idea and so now they were being ridiculously loud in his space. Snoring at night was a thing. Snoring plus whining at midday was another.
So instead, he chose the deck. Hot. But at least there was the ocean’s breeze to hit him right on the face. And also, you were there.
You were a few meters away, sitting with your legs crossed in the faint shadow, your brow furrowed in concentration as you read your notes, making sure every single detail was covered on your book. You didn’t want to miss anything out. You haven’t been with the Straw Hats for a long time and yet you’ve already gone through half of your first logbook.
There was a small droplet of sweat forming on your skin so you wiped it up with the back of your hand, eyes lifting to look around. You could see Zoro, sitting with his back to the side of the ship, katanas standing proudly by his side. He seemed to be asleep. You had grown used to him napping multiple times a day.
“Ah, Sanji?” You called, your head thumping softly against the wooden behind you. Since the blond, for some reason, always appeared when you called his name, you decided to take a little bit of advantage of it. Yet some seconds passed, and you blinked. Sanji wasn’t there. “Mmh.”
But you could hear him swooning on the other side of the ship. Definitely over Nami. You just sighed. He seemed to be equally obsessed with the two of you but you could let it pass. Only because Nami had the benefit of being there the longest.
Zoro heard your voice and opened one eye, looking at you while you sighed and fanned yourself with your hand. He thought maybe you were thirsty and would go up to grab some water. On your own. But his lips twisted a little when you didn’t and instead kept writing on your book.
He looked straight then, seeing that there was absolutely nothing interesting to do. There wasn’t a single island on view. No fish swimming around the Going Merry. No cook to fight with.
So he just stood up, katanas in hand out of habit, ignoring the way your eyes followed him, and got into the galley. With the lock on.
He knew how to use katanas. So how hard could it be to make you something to drink?
Zoro knew you wouldn’t want anything hot on an already hot day like this. The cooler was nearly empty, and the groceries on the rack were organized in a way only Sanji knew where everything was.
So he just shrugged, extending his hand. The first thing he found was a loaf of bread. Packed in a cotton bag and tied with a little blue ribbon. He took it out and sniffed it. It smelled good. And the realization hit him.
If you were thirsty, you might as well be hungry too.
And it was like the idea of making you a drink was completely, utterly forgotten in Zoro's mind and now he was focused on making you something to eat.
If the lemons on the basket behind the bread had eyes they would be side-eyeing him so hard.
“Tch,” he hissed softly, reaching for one of Sanji’s knives, giving it a little squeeze. “This is why we have a damn cook on the ship.”
He slid the bread outside its bag and placed it on top of a cutting board he found on the table. The knife dug in the fluff of the bread before bouncing back just slightly. The thought that there were different types of knives for different purposes never crossed Zoro’s head. He just thought it wasn’t sharp enough so he just pushed against it harder.
No, of course he wasn’t using a butter knife.
Maybe he was.
Anyway, the bread was now sliced in thick pieces, just like he knew you liked. He may have overheard you talking to Sanji about that, too.
The thing is that you always thought Zoro never paid attention to the stuff you said. You thought you bored him out of his mind, or so he thinks. But you don’t. Despite the way he grumbles at you and looks at you like you personally ruined his life, he likes it. He likes you.
He doesn’t know what you have but he’d be lying if he said he isn’t damned about it. Because his stupid brain seems to go blank every time you talk to him. Maybe this is what Sanji feels when talking to any pretty girl.
But the thing is, Zoro might be dumb but he isn’t stupid. He sees the way the cook behaves differently with you. He is very perceptive when he wants to. And on late nights when he can’t sleep (because yes, insomnia sometimes attacks even the strongest of the moss heads), he thinks about it. He, in fact, has a mental list of the things that Sanji does that make you so different from any other woman.
First of all, he’s really, really touchy. While the blond is often careful with swooning too close to women, he seems to think the closer, the better when it comes to you. Sometimes standing so close that his arm brushes against yours. Or pretending you have crumbles on your cheek, so he can wipe it off with his thumb. And once even ‘tripping’, and when his lips landed too damn close to yours, he just excused himself with a ‘My love, I’m so sorry!’ And when you turned around, to no one’s surprise, he got blissfully giddy.
Second of all, the extra sweetness. Yes, he also knows Sanji is overly attentive (and lame) to every woman he crosses paths with. Yet he still wants to rip his hair out because you seem to not care about the way the cook is extra, extra sweet and thoughtful with you. There was one time where Nami and you were fighting over the last slice of cake he had made for dessert. Sanji got between the two of you, did a very unnecessary spin, and fed you forkfuls of the yummy cake. Nami did hit him, but the little happy sounds you made after every bite made the bruise worth it.
And lastly, the ‘I won’t let you do anything’ phase. You couldn’t wash your dishes. You couldn’t peel your own apple. You couldn’t even put your shoes on. Let alone lift something that was barely heavy. Not if Sanji was within a mile. Which was always, since the Going Merry wasn’t that big. And he was very intense when it came to it, to the point where you had yelled at him and flicked his forehead because he wouldn’t let you do your laundry (pervert).
So yes.
Sanji more than liked you.
Zoro’s body went on autopilot and suddenly he found himself there, extending the sad sandwich towards you so you could take it. And you did take it.
Your eyes met his, and you swore you could feel the little hearts floating around the two of you.
That, until the plate was (carefully) kicked out of your hands.
“Mon amour, don’t eat that!”
The ceramic broke when it touched the floor, your hand still extended like you were still holding the plate. Your eyes went wide, then you let out a nervous laugh.
“Damn moss head,” you heard Sanji whisper, like the words were for Zoro only. His right hand patted his suit until he found the pack of matchsticks on his pocket, lighting one up and covering it from the breeze when bringing it up to the cigarette dangling between his lips. “You got in my kitchen.”
He exhaled smoke, eyes squinted.
Zoro’s hands were already holding his katana, pulling just two out. Like he was ready to fight.
But the loud munching sounds made them both look away from each other and now look where a very unserious (and hungry) captain with a straw hat was now eating the sad sandwich. Off the ground.
“What?” Luffy asked, eyes big, completely unaware of the chaos. Like he didn’t just devour the sandwich in one bite. “It’s tasty.” He said with his mouth full.
“That was mine!” You bonked Luffy’s hand with your closed book, making him quickly rub it, trying to soothe it while glaring at you. But there was no more doing. The sandwich was already gone.
“Sanji can make you another one!” Luffy barked at you, quickly stomping away from you so you wouldn’t hit him again; it made you exhale and clench your fists yet you still blew a raspberry to him.
“It was a special one.” You muttered and then your stomach made a sound. A sound that only helped embarrass you more so you covered your red cheeks with your palms.
“I’ll make you a new one, ma chérie!,” Sanji spun immediately, the sole of his shoes tapping soft against the wood of the floor before he glared back at Zoro, who had just put his swords back into place. “A better one.”
The cook opened the door to the galley, rolling his sleeves up and throwing you a sweet smile before walking one literal step and you decided to launch yourself against him from behind, stumbling and falling right on top of his back.
He was sure he was in heaven and nearly cried of emotion when feeling your weight on top of him.
“Darling?” He asked, not caring at all about what you just did. You could hear Zoro click his tongue on the other side, stepping inside the galley as well and definitely not (yes) taking advantage of Sanji being on the floor, stepping on him too. “MOSSHEAD!”
“Zoro made that sandwich for me, Sanji,” you whispered to the cook. There was a pout on your lips and it was unfair the way he was putty under you. Sanji’s cheek was pressed against the warm wood so he could look back at you, smiling like a fool when you started to play with his blond hair, gently combing it away from his eyes. You knew you were being a menace. “And I didn’t even get to try it.”
“Tch,” Zoro looked away for a second before he took you by the wrist, making you stand up from Sanji, leading you to sit on one of the chairs by the table. Yes he was definitely being sweet. “You make it sound like it’s a big deal.”
“It is.” The cook interrupted, standing up and stubbing out his crooked cigarette on the ashtray before tossing it in the bin. Then he moved to the sink, ready to wash his hands. “You still broke in my kitchen.”
“You’re an idiot.” Zoro sat besides you, closing his eyes and tipping his head back, like he was very into napping again.
“You’re stupid.”
“Shitty cook.”
Sanji was now aggressively scrubbing his hands.
“Lame swordsman.”
You just sighed, rubbing your temples. This was definitely gonna be hard.
———
“It would’ve been less embarrassing if you had shut your mouth, you dumb girl.”
Convincing Sanji to let Zoro cook with him was barely hard. He’d agree to take four bullets for you any day. And he’d do it very gladly.
Convincing Zoro to help Sanji cook, on the other hand… was just slightly harder. You just needed to hold his bicep, bat your eyelashes at him and smile. He was weak and didn’t like that so he shoved you away with a slightly trembling hand.
That’s how Zoro ended up caramelizing onions for your sandwich, which according to everything they were doing, it better be a damn good sandwich.
You just smiled at him, despite the glare Sanji gave him for being mean to you. You liked him mean, and you knew he didn’t mean that.
It wouldn’t be embarrassing at all if he actually knew how to do that. There was a whole onion in front of him, a knife by his side.
“How the hell do you caramelize onions.”
Sanji didn’t answer. He just kept moving gracefully around. Buttering bread up, boiling eggs up, slicing vegetables with the grace of someone who’s been doing this since childhood.
He just snickered. Like he was making fun of the swordsman. And honestly, yes he was.
“You sweet talk it.” He said, voice very serious despite being a liar. “It’ll then get shy and become sweet.”
You brought a hand up to your mouth to try and muffle the giggle that escaped you, but it was useless. Zoro seemed like he believed it though.
You didn’t want to break his heart by eating Sanji’s delicious food after the sandwich he made with lots of effort was eaten by somebody else. But you also didn’t want to make Sanji feel bad by not eating his food. So you figured out that the only way to make both happy was eating something that both of them made.
His dark eyes were looking dead on at the onion, before he just sighed, shrugged and tossed it whole at the sizzling pan.
“What do you think you’re doing!?” Sanji asked, taking it with tongs and pulling it aside. “You’re useless, moss head.”
Then he turned around to catch your eyes, holding your hands on his. “Mon amour,” he started, his eyes closing for dramatic effect. “Tell him to go away.”
“Sanji!” You gasped, though his hold on your hands tightened for a second so you couldn’t pull away. The two of you made eye contact for maybe a second too long, and you didn’t realize the moment when he leaned closer with kissy lips. You just flicked his forehead. “How can you say that? Look at him! He looks so sad!”
Zoro did, in fact, not look sad. He looked done. Maybe exhausted. Then he wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. “Anyway, I’m leaving.” He announced, standing up.
Both Sanji and you kept your eyes on his figure when he went through the door. And it was only then when the cook let go of your hands, to focus on making sure everything was still perfect on his stove.
“He’s so tough,” you muttered to yourself, standing up too, your eyes glued to Sanji’s back. Then you called his name, and he turned his head to the side to look at you for a second, letting you know he was listening. “You didn’t have to be so rude,” you stated, “It looked okay. I’m sure it was edible.”
“Edible doesn’t mean good, mademoiselle,” the blond smiled at you, and it made you nearly forgive him. But you shook your head and stood your ground, still holding that pout on your lips. “Did you really want it?”
“Maybe,” you whistled, “Actually I was thirsty. But then I couldn’t say no to Zoro.”
———
“Here.” Both your hands were around the sandwich the cook had just finished. It was still warm and crunchy, buttered just to your liking. Fresh vegetables thinly sliced, meat cooked to perfection. Boiled eggs on the side with very unnecessary art Sanji didn’t need to do but did anyway, along with fruit.
And you were offering half of it to Zoro.
No, not offering it. You were feeding him it.
His brow furrowed and he looked at you. He was on the deck, with his back to the wood of the mast. And you were there, sitting on your knees with the plate on your lap, just some inches away from him.
Your eyes were big and expectant, blinking slow. Like you were a damn siren to a very weak man.
He growled something under his breath, his cheeks tinted just a little pink. Though he did open his mouth, anyways, and you nearly shoved the food in it, letting him take a big bite.
The swordsman chewed thoughtfully before deciding it was good, nodding a little. He liked it that you were close. But it was awkward.
“My love!” You heard a gasp behind you, and you could only sigh, already dreading it when Sanji sat down next to Zoro, both of them already growling at each other, “Why are you stealing her food, you dumb marimo!? I—“
Then you shoved the rest of the half you had shared with Zoro inside Sanji’s mouth, effectively shutting him up. He chewed for a very long moment, his eyes nearly bulging out at you.
“Just shut up,” you giggled, taking a bite of the food yourself before pressing a tiny kiss to the corner of Sanji’s lips, then moving and doing the same to Zoro. You smiled so blissfully, like you hadn’t just ruined them both. “Learn how to share.”
Logbook entry #34.
Some people never change. And I honestly don’t want them to. Sanji & Zoro stopped fighting for a while.
I’ll never regret joining this crew.
