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Title: If You're Falling In Love, Let Me Feel It

Pairing: Zoro/Sanji (Pre-Slash, UST)

Rating: Realistically T, M for language and/or if you're a prude.

Wordcount: 2,757 Words

Genre: Romance, Friendship

Main Characters: Zoro, Sanji

POV: Zoro (Third Person Limited)

Summary: Four scenes that take place from about Loguetown to the end of Drum Hill.
Sanji talks in his sleep about the girls pretty often. It annoys Zoro, but it's not anything new. When the cook starts dreaming about something else, however, his sleeptalking could start to affect Zoro in more ways than just an annoyance...

Author's Commentary: A somewhat older fic that I should probably go back and refine. I do have a sequel in mind, but I'd want to do an overhaul of this one first. Some of the formatting is a bit off on the Ao3 copy, but I still do like this one, even if it came out a little rough around the edges. I think it demonstrates their teenage immaturity in the early arcs of the story pretty well.

Excerpt:

 A sleeping form in the chair next to him stirred slightly at the noise. A guttural sound drew Zoro's attention toward Sanji, whose movements looked almost boneless from sleep, lolling his head around toward Zoro.

 "Vivi-chwaaan~" he crooned, cheek squished unattractively against his own shoulder, "What a beautiful gown... Let's hold a royal ball every day..."

 Zoro's face darkened. Any previous humor leaked away from his expression.

 He'd never understood why that idiot would fall over himself at the sight of one of his nakama--- It was disrespectful, he thought. Your crewmates should be the people you hold in the highest regard, not being patronized under the guise of some strange, unreciprocated attraction. He snorted incredulously at no one in particular, turning to look out over the horizon, and seriously considering climbing back down to grab more sake from the galley.

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Title and/or Working Title: IYFIL,LMFI 2

Pairing: Zoro/Sanji

Planned Rating: M

Current Approximate Wordcount: ~2,500

POV: Sanji (Third Person Limited)

Tentative Summary: Sanji starts fights with Zoro to avoid confronting any of his real feelings for the idiot marimo. It works, up to a point.

Author's Commentary: I've been wanting to finish up the sequel to my previous ZoSan fic and have them actually get together. I thought it would be good to have the previous fic establish that they're both pining after each other in secret, and then have Sanji's side of some of their most stupid idiots in love events. ...And also this one has mild Zoro/Ace in it. For fun.

Excerpt(s):

 "Ace isn't a bad guy, you know." Zoro said, and his tone gave Sanji pause enough to not follow through with the kick he had readied.

 "Who said I thought he was a bad guy?" he challenged, instead.

 "I just thought you might be jealous, that’s all," Zoro said. Sanji had half a mind to send a kick directly into the back of Zoro’s head for such a stupid taunt.

 "Why in the fuck would I ever be jealous of someone having to sit through an attempt at serious discussion with you?" he grimaced, satisfied with the returning insult.

 Zoro stopped walking again. He turned around fully this time, tilting his jaw up and making another infuriatingly inscrutable expression. He looked like every idiot wheel in his brain was turning, focused directly on him. It made Sanji slightly nervous.

 "...I meant," Zoro began, staring at Sanji blankly as he spoke, "Jealous of how popular he was with the girls..."

 Ah.

 Of course that’s what Zoro meant.

 Why would he mean anything else?

 "I knew that!" Sanji snapped, trying to save face. He could feel his neck heating up. "You’re not even worth kicking the shit out of, you know that?" he added angrily, face flushed in rage. He looked up to see Zoro looking at him... Warmly? No--- that must have been a patronizing smirk, and one that Sanji was about to wipe off his stupid idiot marimo face. Before he could think any more, he had already dropped down into a half-crouch and jabbed his heel into Zoro’s chest.

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 "The hell are you doing?" Sanji grumbled out, voice still a little groggy. He squinted up at the swordsman in annoyance. Zoro didn't answer, merely turning his head away and shifting to get up from his seat on the ground. "You know," said Sanji, rubbing his eyes and stretching a bit, "Usually I hope to wake up to a beautiful mellorine staring down at me, not a lump of seaweed."

 "I’m so sure," Zoro mumbled sarcastically. Sanji paused for a moment. What the fuck did that mean?

 "Well, what the hell were you doing watching me sleep, weirdo?" he said a bit more gruffly, rising to his feet as well. If Zoro wanted a fight this early, he’d get a damn fight.

 "Nothing, you stupid pervert cook, I was..." Zoro trailed off, a large palm reaching up to rub against the back of his neck. "You were making... Concerning noises and I...” he trailed off. Sanji watched him struggle with a suspicious glare. "I didn’t want you to choke and die in your sleep like some kind of useless moron. Or something."

 "'Or something,'" Sanji repeated dully. Was that all? What an idiot this guy could be. "Well, thank you sooo much for checking up on me, Marimo-chan," he cooed mockingly, watching Zoro’s eyebrow twitch in anger. The idiot was already red in the face, but Sanji supposed it could have just been the desert heat. Either way, though, he was winning.