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[After drunkenly hooking up one night during the post-war party in Skypiea, Zoro and Sanji end up falling into a habit. Sometimes Zoro would corner him in the kitchen while Sanji was by himself, coming up with a new recipe for breakfast in the lonely hours of the night. He would bend the cook over the kitchen counter and pound him until he was satisfied, licking the spend off his fingers after stroking Sanji until the man was left mewling. Other times, Sanji would find him training on the ship’s quarterdeck, beads of sweat running down his body as he lifted his weights.
When they woke up the next day, it was like nothing ever happened. They didn’t talk or even spare a glance at each other, like they hadn’t been eating each other alive the previous night. Sanji would go to his kitchen and Zoro would go train on the deck.]
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Zoro and Sanji have a messy, no strings attached relationship, and slowly realize their feelings for each other as time passes.
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cycle of curses-verse (aka The Sad, Slutty Adventures of Satoru Gojo) by IHaveTheGrimoire
Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)
06 Mar 2025
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A series of Tommy in the afterlife except a minute on Earth is like an hour there.
Naturally, hilarity ensues when your stuck in a small space (?) with Wilbur Soot, Schlatt and Mexican Dream. Well kind of hilarity. As hilarious as you can get when you know your time is limited but damn the timer never seems to end.
[Marked complete but may update.]
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They Can Never Take The Summer From Me by Queen_Blake
Fandoms: One Piece (Anime & Manga)
14 Aug 2025
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It was Nami’s idea, of course.
Sanji navigates the chaos, the heat, and a slow unraveling, not just of his braid, but of what it means to want something gentle, something certain.Or, Sanji's Pov from the Beach Episode.
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- Part 2 of Punkverse
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Quackity's brain was encased with a thick layer of fog, one where if he focused on it, his brain felt as soft as the blanket he had haphazardly thrown across his legs. All he really cared about at the moment was the feeling of the beans in the beanbag chair, and his iPad.
That was until he felt footsteps vibrate from the floor below him, causing him to look up and meet the brown eyes of a tall british man.
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without realising, quackity regresses while waiting for wilbur to wrap up a lovejoy rehearsal, silliness ensues
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