Have you ever wanted to enter the one piece world? Maybe you want to be friends with the strawhats, or the heart pirates? Perhaps you'd rather be dating one of them, or all of them!! Here you can do that, feel free to send in requests in my request...
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Prompt 11: "It's not a double date. We're just third and fourth wheeling".
A/N: Okay I really tried with this one! I don't really usually write for character x character, and I'm not a zosan shipper, so I hope it's okay?? I tried to keep them kind of cannon so, yeah!
Honestly if I had to ship Sanji with anyone, it's Ace..:):)! Anywayyy, moving on! I hope this isn't too repetitive and boring because I struggled man, so bad. I always feel like I butcher Mihawk:c
You buttoned your best shirt like you were arming for a duel with fabric. The collar rasped against your throat, starched and judgmental. You stared at your reflection and tried to look like a man who belonged anywhere near crystal glasses and fancy menus. The mirror stared back knowing absolutely not.
This was punishment. It had to be. You could've handled a thousand drills, you could've handled Zoro's training regime on a slope in the rain, but this? This was payback from the universe for something you hadn't been caught doing yet.
From the hall came the lazy clink of bottles and the soft rattle of a sword rack when a certain someone brushed past it with all the grace of a cow in a teahouse.
"Don't touch the sword rack" you called, not looking away from the knot you were mangling. "Didn't" Zoro grunted. "It touched me". You shook your head and drew the tie tighter. It buckled into a shape a sailor would've refused to trust.
This was Sanji's fault, Sanji and his campaign to civilise your brother by force, but if you were honest, the worst part wasn't the restaurant or the dress code or the knowledge you'd have to tell a waiter you didn't understand half the menu.
The worst part was the fact that you'd given in to your pettier instincts and invited exactly one man your brother hated losing to. You pinched the bridge of your nose. Okay. Fine. Start at the beginning.
Zoro had come home three days ago like he'd just fought a building and the building had said something bad about him. The door had smacked the wall. His boots had tracked in a day's worth of dirt.
