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Love Seat

Wrote a ZoSan Meet-Cute fic based off of this post. Here’s a snippet!

Summary:

Sanji is enjoying an entire movie screening room to himself… until some sentient piece of algae walks in, gets lost, then sits down right beside him. And listen, it’s not like Sanji likes algae, but the guy is kind of.. cute.

Just a little! That’s all!

Or;

Perona has sent Zoro out on a mission: watch her new favourite movie at the theatre. This sees him out in the boonies, but that doesn’t matter. He gets there eventually.

Somehow, he returns home with a potential boyfriend, and apparently new gossip material for Perona and Mihawk.

Excerpt:

“Listen here, Marimo—!”

“Marimo?”

“Y-yeah. Sea moss.” He gestures around his own hair as an explanation.

“My name is Zoro. Roronoa Zoro.”

“Okay, James Bond. I don’t care what your name is!”

“Fine, call me whatever you want, Curly, but Roronoa is my surname. It’s Japanese.”

Sanji slaps a hand over his exposed eyebrow and gives an affronted gasp. Of all the nerve! “My name is Sanji!”

Zoro — Marimo, whatever — blinks at him. “Sanji? Just Sanji? Who do you think you are? Beyoncé? Rihanna? Zendaya?”

Sanji frowns, then finds himself settling back into his seat beside this aggravating mossball of a man with a huff. He paid good money for this seat. He’s not going to lose it because some asshole sat beside him and refuses to leave.

“No, I’m not an iconic black woman. But, though I don’t really have a last name — not anymore, at least — I do go by Blackleg. It’s.. a tribute to someone important to me.” Sanji doesn’t know why he even bothered to answer, or why he explained that much, but he can feel Zoro’s gaze on him — intense and warm, searching and calculating, scorching yet simultaneously gentle — before he looks away with a huff.

“Whatever,” he says, no doubt going for flippant, and he’s just sassy enough to make it work, but Sanji still catches the sliver of understanding there.

How profound for a sentient piece of grass, to know when to drop a subject.

They continue to watch the movie in silence. Well, at least for all of two minutes.

“What’s going on?”

Sanji groans and rolls his eyes. “Maybe you should have thought about that before coming into the movie 20 minutes late!”

Zoro blinks. “20 minutes?” He checks his phone. “It’s been four and a half hours.”

Sanji balks. What, he was supposed to be here for one of the previous showings?? “Is that supposed to be better?” he whispers back, voice and ire weakened by his shock.

How can someone be so unorganized? It’s almost fascinating.

Zoro shrugs. “I.. got turned around on my way here.”

“Oh,” Sanji says, recalling the nonsensical directions Zoro had been walking in while trying to find his seat. He even left the theatre once or twice, and Sanji had assumed he got the wrong movie, but nope, the guy’s a donut. “So you got lost.”

Sanji must strike a nerve, because Zoro’s sun-kissed cheeks start to turn red as he vehemently protests. “I don’t get lost!”

Again, Sanji is left thinking this man is cute.

“You sure about that, Mosshead? You seemed lost just looking for your seat.”

“Listen here, Dartbrow—“

“DARTBROW!”

“— I got here just in time for this showing, didn’t I?”

“Dartbrow…” Sanji grumbles to himself as he pets at his eyebrows. And the idiot didn’t even get to this showing on time! That’s the whole point! “Suffer. I’m not telling you shit about the movie. Figure it out yourself, you stupid hawksbill turtle.”

How unfortunate that Sanji actually likes the endangered species of turtle, even if Hawskbills are known to get a little lost during migration. Turtles are just so cute; how can he not?

Hope you guys enjoyed this silly little snippet! Let me know what you’re thinking so far.💞💞💞💞 The rest can be found here!

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Baking Treats

alcoholic/sweet stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - SFW

warnings: stepcest, kissing, slight heavy petting

not proofread ✌️

“You know we can make’em from scratch right?”

Leon steps up next to you as you finish placing the last cookie down on the cookie sheet and pop it into the oven. 

You roll your eyes at him but don’t stop the smile stretching your lips, “Yeah but these are classic. Kinda like you.”

He grins, laugh lines deepening as he presses you against the kitchen counter, hands caging you as they settle on each side of you.  

“Yeah? A classic, huh,” he murmurs, lips ghosting across yours making your eyes droop.

“Uh huh,” you whisper, hands skating up across his chest to wrap around the back of his neck, “vintage, even.”

He chuckles and presses a feather light kiss to your lips. Sighing, you tug him back in, mouths softly meeting in another kiss. Leon keeps his kisses teasing and light until you nip his bottom lip with a whine. 

“So sweet,” he mutters before licking into your mouth with a hungry groan. 

The hint of whiskey still on his tongue has you pressing your thighs together, a Pavlovian response now as heat rushes through your body. He pulls away to grab your waist and lift you up onto the counter. Standing in between your legs, his hands grip the fat of your thighs and he yanks you into him. 

You whimper as the makeout turns into heavy petting; Leon’s hands are everywhere on your body, caressing your soft skin and groping your tits. He’s slowly working your leggings down your thighs when the kitchen timer dings. 

Leon steps back with a sigh as he helps you back down onto your feet, righting your clothing. 

“Thanks,” you smile sheepishly, quickly reaching for the oven mitt. 

“Nobody likes burnt cookies,” he leans against the counter, dark eyes watching you pull the cookies from the oven. 

You set the pan gently down on the stovetop and spin back around, tossing the oven mitt on the counter. 

You step over to Leon and wrap your arms around his shoulders, “So, where were we?”

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