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It took several weeks for Zoro to talk to Sanji in Wano. It didn’t have anything to do with how beautiful Sanji looked in his lemon-yellow yukata, or how happy every one of his customers seemed to be, or how busy all that cooking kept him. Nope. Nothing to do with it at all.
OR: Zoro and Sanji have always communicated best without words
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25 Jun 2026
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In the days before they had Chopper, Sanji doctored them.
Zoro remembers vividly, how barely before he had met the man those long fingers were digging in his flesh, his blood staining sleeve cuffs forgotten to be rolled up. Catgut wire going in, and out, and then a roll of bandages appearing in the corner of his vision. When he woke up they were on their way to getting Nami, and the person serving lunch had shaped the precise line of scar on Zoro’s chest with his own hands.
That was the first warning the swordsman got- that this cook was going to be just a little on the side of more.Bookmarked by Laudacity
13 Jun 2026
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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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04 Jun 2026
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a series where i explore sanji's relationship with food, hunger and the other strawhats.
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31 May 2026
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still left with the river, still left with his hands by winterafternoons (summermidnights)
Fandoms: One Piece
04 May 2022
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A voicemail from an unknown number, recorded at 3:17 AM during Zoro’s layover flight. The number will be disconnected by the time Zoro notices and tries to call back.The transcription: Hey. It’s me. Listen, I’ve got to go. Don’t you dare try to fucking follow me, you lughead. I’m not sure if I’ll come back anytime soon. Tell Luffy that I’m sorry but this is something that I have to do. I—
A self-deprecating huff of laughter as Sanji cuts himself off. Fuck. Um, keep the others safe, yeah? I won’t be using the Los Angeles safehouse anymore, but that doesn’t mean you can’t use it. God knows how many times you’ve nearly bled out on that couch.
Another pause, followed by weary exhale that Zoro feels in his bones. And Zoro, I—
Whatever Sanji's trying to say gets stuck in his throat again, sticky and tar-like. It's—never mind. Take care of yourself, mosshead.
The voicemail ends there.
Alternatively: do you have to know someone in their entirety to love them unconditionally?
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19 May 2026