IronicVeghead Zosan Fanfics - Sweet Collection
The Savory Collection will include stories I've written with lighter themes such as fluff and humor.
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Lieutenant Stacker is on his fifth cigar and his last nerve.
The amount of paperwork in his future is looking bleak, and he has to resist the urge to press the ash of his smoke to the manila folder beneath his arm and be free of it.
If only it were so simple.
He’s in charge of six goddamn islands in the Grand Line under Marine Base Seven. Six. No more, no less.
And he likes it that way.
He doesn’t house the ambition and drive his older brother does. He wants to do a decent fucking job, get decent pay, and retire at the ripe old age of sixty two.
He doesn’t want to spend his entire afternoon digging into why his most peaceful island of the six was suddenly in an uproar of chaos.
And yet- here he fucking is.
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“Now, for our swordsman…” Sanji sighs. “Where do I even start?”
“Look, I already talked to Roronoa.” Franky cocks his head and flips back a few pages in his notebook. “He just wanted a rack for his swords and a booze stash.”
Sanji chews around the filter of his cigarette. “Franky how big is this ship gonna be?”
“Picture a galleon.”
“Shit,” Sanji leans over to peer at the notebook. “How much room do you have on that page? Okay good- So first and foremost I need you to put down that Zoro is a dumbass.”
“...Right.”☀︎☀︎☀︎
Franky attempts to gather some suggestions from the Thousand Sunny's future inhabitants | ZoSan
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“Zoro-,” Sanji prompts, sliding a full plate of eggs and two ham steaks onto the island counter. There’s a drizzle of demi glace across the fluffy scramble, while the golden sear on the steaks is still sizzling.
The swordsman tilts his head back from the table, a sleepy grin on his features as he thumbs towards Nami’s plate, “You won’t deliver it?”
“Get it yourself, Moss,” Sanji retorts, wiping the excess crumbs from his skillet in preparation for the next meal.
Zoro pins him with a petulant scowl, “but I thought you loved me?”
Sanji nearly flips the whole skillet, his thumb barely keeping the handle from upending as he jolts. “I- what?”
“Last night,” Zoro grins, pillowing his fist in his cheek, “when you were drunk off your ass. You said you loved me.”
Nami cuts a delighted gasp off with her own palm. There’s an aborted cough from Jinbei.
Good fucking God.°❅⋆.ೃ❆࿔*:･
ZoSan Club - Secret Santa 2024 - For Qnon
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Besotted for Blond by IronicVeghead for SebastianMoranhasarrived
Fandoms: One Piece (Anime & Manga)
02 Aug 2024
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“He’ll never love me like this~”
“Ohmygods!”
“No~ fuck. No! I didn’t say- shut up!” Zoro retorts gruffly, sitting back on his haunches as her hollow’s affect begins to ebb. His face is screwed up in a frown and he’s blushing.
“This is the most exciting thing ever,” she grins.
“You are the worst!”
“I need the whole scoop,” Perona tells him, moving to crowd him towards the foyer.
“You don’t, actually?” Zoro frowns, batting her hands away as she attempts to manhandle him into a seat, “you don’t need shit.”
“Zoro,” she hisses, shoving a manicured finger into his nose, “either you tell me willingly or I will pull it from you with your smitten sorrows.”
The swordsman snarls, his eyes crossing as he glares down her finger.
“Spill.”
Perona can see the way his jaw clenches tight and she smirks. She knows he’s only angry because she’s winning.
“I… I’m in love with the Cook,” Zoro grits out.
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Sanji was fifteen when Zeff suggested working at Camp Mugiwara for the summer. He’d said it was so Sanji could get experience in different types of culinary professions.
“Some fresh air will be good for ya, Eggplant!”
Sanji thinks he was fifteen and Zeff wanted him out of his goddamn kitchen for a few months.
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A Zosan Modern Camp AU. Vignettes of camp humor, walkie talkies, texting mid-year, and an overarching coming of age story. Tags for full story.