Need to write or draw a vampire!sanji x werewolf!zoro kiss/bite scene in a cave they've went into for shelter after being lost (still gotta find a reason for sanji being there).
I can see Sanji reluctantly cuddling up on his rival while he's shivering and them just falling asleep, ending in a not-so-platonic kiss after zoro turned back into his human form in the morning, waking up the both of them.
I need to watch more op to find a good setting for this grrr
Also might be my second stab at writing, so be kind when I get around to releasing it
i vant to suck ur blud n cook for u n stuff 🧛🏼 day two of costober, but day one of the first creature feature! i kept seeing cute vampire sanji pics when i was looking for inspo, so the inspo obvs inspo’ed 🖤
Vamp!Sanji x Zoro au drabble // (I've made lore to this specific au I still need to come up with a name for it)
Abandonment was a theme all too familiar to Sanji - his younger years were none to bright, and the outside world was known to be cruel. Immortals were not immune to the harshness of life, and Sanji was filled to the brim with scars.
The place he stayed at, the large mansion that had once belonged to his family, was his own sanctuary. Rarely leaving, Sanji knew the place better than his own name.
His body was weak at the moment. It was disgusting, how the blood of humans was the only thing that kept his body from turning into a beast of unlovable value.
Weakness meant Sanji couldn't stay his normal self. His taller body, his regular old self couldn't be sustained. His body would revert back into those forms, the ones that revealed the parts of Sanji that he either feared or couldn't leave behind.
Sitting on the windowsill, Sanji watched as the sun slowly started setting. The shade from the roof's edge kept Sanji safe, hidden from the harsh rays of the star.
Nobody ever visited. Not like Sanji had anyone to visit, anyway. As much as it pained him, he refrained from even speaking to the lovely ladies that caught his eye.
He couldn't get close to anyone. But that was a story for later.
In the distance of the forest, there was visible movement.
How odd. To see it from this distance, there must be something going on. Sanji had eyes everywhere around his end of this deadly forest, and yet he knew of nothing that could cause such ruckus.
The rare occasion of a visitor? Of perhaps, a lost soul viable for his next meal? Sanji wouldn't have to go hunting for small creatures all night, if he got lucky.
Little did Sanji know, that the visitor he would get would change everything.
