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Nami claims they’re low on cash right as they reach an island ripe for the picking. Her goal, this time around, will require a little more creativity and cooperation than usual.
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“That’s not possible,” Zoro answers before the other one can repeat the absurd words. “There’s no fucking way.”
The older Zoro laughs, and Zoro doesn’t know what else to do but stare at him in disbelief.
“I know, right? That’s what I thought, too, for too long. Hell, the fucking years we’ve wasted.” As he speaks, Zoro touches his earrings absentmindedly, and for the first time, Zoro notices that one is missing. “I don’t know, maybe me being here is going to create a timeline in which you’re both a little less stupid about it.”
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Zoro gets confronted by his future self - 20 years older - who asks for a rather unusual favour.
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“So, what are you good at?” Candy leans in, still moves her body as she speaks to Zoro and it’s both agonising and wonderful. “Not dancing, obviously.”
“Um,” Zoro says, with the brilliance of a burnt-out lightbulb.
“Your arms look nice. Are you good with your hands?” Candy asks, tilting her head. There’s something else hidden in that question, something at the edge of it that Zoro can’t quite grasp.
“I- I mean-,” Zoro tries and fails.
“How about your mouth?”
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Zoro works as a bouncer at a queer night club. Candy attracts his attention with ease. She treats him like a dog and Zoro is surprised to find that he's into that.
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23 Apr 2026
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im the DIZZIEST and the HARDEST ive ever been in my LIFE!!!!!!!
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Some number of hours and instructions later, Franky is proudly explaining his new dishwashing machine to the rest of the crew as Sanji gathers plates by the stack from the dinner table.
Zoro stands from the table, gathering the cleared dishes as he heads to the sink.
“Those will only need a rinse, Marimo,” Sanji informs him. “Franky’s machine will handle the rest.”
Zoro pauses in the middle of the kitchen. He turns his head and stares at the machine for a moment, brow low. Then, he turns and sets the stacks of plates down, glancing back over to the blond.
“Guess you won’t need me then, huh, Cook,” Zoro remarks.
Sanji straightens before he means to. The plates balanced on his elbow waver but adjusts to keep them aloft.
…Sanji hadn’t thought of that.
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Sanji will just go knock. Appease his own sense of responsibility, get yelled off, and come back to his own bed knowing he tried. It’s the least he owes the frustrating marimo, as crewmates; to at least make sure he’s got options.
Bookmarked by 321gyu
07 Apr 2026