A.N. This is going to be a bunch of drabbles and one shots of situations that could happen if Zoro could get drunk and what kind of drunk he would be. For some reason all of them will include Sanji as his lover and some of them will other OP characters. All of them will probably be AU, but you never know right? :? Don't know how often I will update this 'cause I do these when I have free time or when inspiration comes, feel free leave me prompts in review or PM of what kind of drunk you imagine Zoro could be. Well I hope you enjoy this! :}

Warnings: Yaoi – Manxman, cursing, maybe some smut? Just to be sure ;}.

Disclaimer: Um, I don't think Eiichiro Oda would do AU storys right? So yea, I'm not him...

„Shit Zoro, how long have you been here?" Sanji looked overthe bottles on the floor. „And how much did you drank? C'mon, stand up." He nudged Zoro, but the green hair didn't answer, so he rolled him over and saw that the man was asleep, a sigh escaped the blond cook's lips. „Zoro." He sat down beside Zoro and shook his shoulder again. „Zoro."

Zoro slowly opened his eyes and saw the cook looking at him with a gentle smile, that made his heart ache ‚Why is the cook here?' „Why... Why are you here? I thought you left..."

Sanji frowned. "Left? I didn't leave."

Zoro's eyes widened. "You didn't?"

"No you idiot, I wouldn't be here if I did. And besides why should I ever leave you? Everything I want is you." Sanji said blushing.

A single tear rolled down from Zoro's right eye. "I thought you left to accomplish your dream and that you won't be back." He whispered silently.

Sanji's eyes widened. "Wait, did you drank all of that by yourself 'cause you thought I left you?" Zoro nodded and the cook sighed. "You drunken idiot, how many times I told you not to drink that much? You become a sentimental mush when you're drunk."

Zoro closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Sanji's waist. "I missed you so much."

Sanji chuckled and ruffled Zoro's hair. "C'mon, grab my hand and stand up."

Zoro took his hand, but not for standing up, he pulled the cook on top of himself. Sanji sighed and gave up on trying making his lover to get up, he put his head on the green haired man's chest. "I don't want to feel like that ever again." He heard the man under him mumble.

Sanji rubbed his nose to Zoro's chest. "Stupid Marimo, misunderstanding stuff."

Zoro tightened his grip around the man in his arms and took a deep breath of his smell. The cook's hair smelled like strawberries. "You know, I love you."

Sanji giggled. "For some reason you only tell me that when you're drunk."

Zoro pulled the cook up and kissed. "It looks like I need to change that, huh?"

Sanji grinned. "I'm so reminding you this when you're sober."