Rapt Ch.1 ZoSanRapt Ch.1 ZoSan4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
AAHHH! My first ZoSan Fanfiction! Congradulate me! ...Let's just hope it doesn't flop like all my others. >3>
The market was busy. As usual. Every shop seemed full, every customer hustling around the place to pick up one of each item before it sold out. Sanji had already finished all his shopping, stowing his groceries in the ship's kitchen so his hands would be free to subdue the women that would come flocking to his side. Yet, that didn't seem to be happening. He looked around. All the women in the market place were either too young or too old, and the ones that were just the right age were accompanied by other men. Oh, what he wouldn't give for one special navigator to cling to his arm as so many of the ladies did in this town (though, not to him).
He passed a little shop that was run down and dilapidated, obviously on the brink of going out of business. The windows were grimy and the sign faded and hanging crookedly. There were cans over flowing with trash and other useless junk in
Rapt ZoSan 11Here it is, the chapter you've been wai-iting for~! Literally!Rapt ZoSan 114 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Zoro watched as Sanji walked, no, sashayed away from him, hips swinging in a sexy, enticing right-left-right-left pattern. He studied the movement with hungry eyes, giving an appreciative sigh as his gaze roamed over the blonde's firm ass, his creamy thighs, his delicious round hips. He'd never tell Sanji, but from what he saw, the cook's figure was not that different from the women he adored. Only without boobs. ...Not that Zoro wanted boobs. He wanted Sanji, just like he was.
He sighed again when the chef disappeared from sight, his tone more frustrated than before. Sanji had left him with a hard on that could move mountains. He tried not to think about it-or how Sanji would help him relieve it-awkwardly shifting foot to foot as he instead tried to remember what Sanji had told him. Zoro wasn't sure he had heard Sanji at all, too focused on the shape of his lips, how they glistened with saliva from their kiss, the w
Rapt Ch. 3 ZoSanCh. 3Rapt Ch. 3 ZoSan4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A few days went by and Zoro gradually regained his strength and color. He still couldn't move much--his wounds opened if he did-- so when Sanji cooked for his nakama, he had to make a seperate plate for the healing swordsman and take it to him, along with his daily dose of alcohol. As for Zoro, he constantly teased Sanji about the words that saved his life, calling him "Angel Boy" and "Your Angelicness" every chance he got. He was glad the words brought him back, but he wouldn't let such embarrassing speech go to waste.
As days went by and Zoro grew more and more into his old routines- eat, sleep, eat, sleep, eat, sleep- Sanji thought more and more about his would-be death. Had he really saved Zoro, or was the marimo just kidding about that room with the three doors? And what would've happened if he hadn't told Zoro to stay alive and realize his dreams? Would he be staring at a freshly dug grave instead of a moss-headed human?
As for the Lust Potion...that found a nice, cozy home
Rapt Ch. 2 ZoSanRapt Ch. 2 ZoSan4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sanji didn't move for the longest time. The gunshot rang in his ears. His nostrils were full with the scent of gunpowder. He felt the air rush aside as the bullet flew passed him. But all he saw was Zoro, face down in the dirt, lying completely still.
He blinked, not comprehending it at first, then rushing forward when it clicked. "Zoro?" he said, prodding the swordsman. He didn't move. "Zoro, wake up." The swordsman still didn't move. "Damn it, Zoro, wake up." Sanji's voice died away when he realized it was pointless. Part of him wanted to believe the marimo was just really tired, and was in a deep sleep. The other part of him knew, as horrible as it was, Zoro was in a deep sleep... One that he would never wake from. Tears stung his eyes as he recalled his earlier thoughts, the different scenarios of Zoro's death. Had those thoughts somehow jinxed him? By thinking of his death, had Sanji made it happen?
If so, Sanji deserved to die as well.
The bite of cold metal at his temple drew hi
Rapt ZoSan Epilogue~~Two months later~~Rapt ZoSan Epilogue4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I said no."
Zoro yanked his hand back, shaking out the pain of Sanji's spatula attack while glaring at the blond. It somewhat amazed him that only Sanji could hurt him with a little piece of timber and plastic. But it also pissed him off. All he wanted was one little bite, and he cook wouldn't even give him a taste.
He watched as Sanji spooned another dollop of frosting onto the cake and then spread it around with the spatula. He had to get that utensil away from him somehow. As long as he had it, his knuckles were in danger.
He stepped closer to the cook to get a better look at what he was doing. Sanji was totally ignoring him. He always did when Zoro pestered him. Zoro watched the spatula carefully, every move it made with each flick of Sanji's wrist, every spin as Sanji pushed the frosting into decorative swirls. Finally, it lifted up off the cake and moved back to the jar of frosting. Now was his chance. Quick as a wink he reached out and snatched the s
Rapt ZoSan 7His first thought was, Whoa, this shit stinks! He flinched away form it as the sharp scent burned his nostrils. It smelled of...of...expensive cologne and cigarette smoke, mixed with the fiery smell of a gas-burning stove, and garlic, cumin, turmeric and other assorted spices.Rapt ZoSan 74 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His second thought was, Oh...It smells like Sanji. That was true. It was as if the cook's scent had been bottled; they'd had garlicky pasta that day for lunch, and that spice was the strongest amongst the rest. The smoke smell never left the cook's side. The smog had soaked into his clothes. Today's cologne had been tropical, with a lethal kick of pepper. The liquid inside carried that as well.
As the scent filled his nostrils and made a thick fog in his brain, his third thought formed. Huh...Sanji smells pretty good. I never noticed before. He took a deep breath, then another, loving Sanji's scent more and more with each intake. He'd never known how nice the cook smelled until now, but as realization dawned on h