This was a dumb idea I had at like 3am like four months ago that grew and spiraled into this. Honestly I'm just glad I finally finished something, so I'm releasing it to the world now.
Enjoy!
"Oh Sanji," Nami called in her sweetest voice, "We're setting sail in less than two hours and Zoro still hasn't come back yet."
"That idiot," he huffed around his cigarette, "You gave clear, specific, and wonderful instructions about when we were leaving, and he still managed to fuck it up."
"Yes, it is truly a tragedy," she agreed with a nod, "Go find him."
"Are you sure we can't just leave without him?"
"Nope," she pointed towards the island, "You've got two hours and the whole island to search, so get a move on."
"I'll go look for him if you want," Vivi, so sweet, always helpful, volunteered.
Nami grimaced, because finding Zoro was never the point of sending Sanji to find Zoro. Didn't Vivi get that? The point was to give them an excuse to be alone together for an extended period of time.
It was obvious to Nami that there was something going on between their cook and their swordsman. What that something was she neither had nor wanted details for, if it even was anything beyond the longing looks she'd seen from both of them.
If she could sit them down to talk to each other about it she would, but she could see exactly how that conversation would go. Sanji would be all loud and showy denial and why would he ever be interested in that shitty Marimo bastard when there's someone as lovely as you around, Nami dear. Zoro would scoff and call them both idiots and probably get on her for being nosy and tell her to mind her own business. Then Sanji would yell at him for being rude to her, Zoro would yell back, and before they knew it the Merry would need another new railing.
It just wasn't worth it, both financially and for her emotional wellbeing.
So instead she did this. She sent Sanji to look for Zoro when he got lost. She made Zoro go food shopping with Sanji when he needed someone to carry bags. She forced them into situations where they could be together and away from everyone else so that maybe, just maybe, they could realize that their whole pining after each other thing was mutual.
But it wouldn't work if Vivi went instead.
Before Nami could come up with some reason to keep Vivi on the ship, Sanji said, "Don't trouble yourself with that idiot, Vivi darling. I'm sure you have a much better use of your time than tracking stray marimos."
"It's no trouble," Vivi insisted, and while Nami loved how genuine and earnest and helpful she was, now was not the time, "I don't mind at all."
But Sanji had already jumped off the ship and onto the island, "Stay and relax, my precious angels," he said as he blew them kisses, "I'll be back before you can miss me!"
Vivi frowned as he walked away, and Nami sighed with relief.
Someday, maybe, if they kept being oblivious to the other's feelings, she'd bring it up, but until then she'd give them this.
It didn't take long for Chopper to acclimate himself to his new crew. After a few days the smells of the ship and the sea and his new friends became comforting instead of overwhelming. But, well, something was weird.
Each crewmate had their own unique scent. Luffy smelled like rubber and the sea and sunshine, Nami of tangerines and ink, Usopp of gunpowder and tabasco and paints, and Vivi of perfume and flowers and what he could only assume was the desert.
Zoro smelled of steel and sweat and blood. It was a harsh, jarring scent, but Chopper couldn't say he hated it since it was Zoro's.
Sanji smelled like whatever he was cooking, of fish or fruits or spices depending on the meal, always underscored by his cigarettes. The cigarette scent in particular clung to every place Sanji had been.
Having a sensitive nose, Chopper quickly picked up on which scents corresponded with which crewmate, but sometimes, a lot of times, if he was being honest, Zoro and Sanji smelled like each other.
The ship was small and they were a close crew. Everyone's unique scents were bound cross and intermingle, but the way Zoro and Sanji's did so consistently was weird.
Chopper would be following Sanji's cigarette scent only to find Zoro napping.
He'd go to the kitchen and be hit with Zoro's steel-blood scent, even though Zoro had been out on deck all day.
He still couldn't tell which hammock was supposed to be Zoro's and which was Sanji's. They both smelled exactly the same.
The only times he'd smelled two scents so constantly intermingled like theirs were was between mated animals or coupled humans, but Zoro and Sanji didn't act like mates or husbands.
Did they?
Chopper peeked at them shyly from around the corner. Currently they were out on deck arguing. Zoro had a sword out and Sanji had his leg raised, but they hadn't come to blows yet. He grabbed a first aid kit as he watched them, just in case.
While he had extensive medical knowledge that included the ins and outs of human intercourse, he didn't know much about what human courtship actually entailed, and he knew even less about the mating rituals of pirates. Perhaps the fighting and the insults and the scent sharing were normal.
Zoro slashed out at Sanji's side, leaving a thin cut as Sanji cracked the heel of his foot over Zoro's head. Chopper rushed forward, prepared to treat their wounds once they were done.
He'd have to read up on it. Hopefully there was a stage where pirate couples become less violent.
Usopp walked into the kitchen for a midnight snack and saw Sanji sitting in Zoro's lap with his shirt off, their lips sealed together in a heated kiss. One of Sanji's hands was buried in Zoro's hair as the other raked up his chest under his shirt, while Zoro's hands were in his pants and clamped on his ass like they belonged there.
He did what any sane person would do when they accidentally walked in on their friends in a passionate make-out session that looked like it was heading towards something with a lot more passion and a lot less clothes that they really really didn't want to see. He turned right back around and left.
When he stopped to collect his thoughts as far away from the kitchen as he could get, he was mostly surprised by how not surprised he was. Ever since they'd met, Sanji and Zoro always had this thing between them, and there was no denying they had a certain spark. Usopp had assumed it would erupt into a raging wildfire and burn the whole ship down at some point down the line, but this worked too.
Still, relationships between crewmates could get…messy. Especially if there were feelings involved. Oh shit, were there feelings involved? Or was this just a sex thing? What if one of them was in love but the other was only in it for sex and it became this huge thing that forced the rest of the crew to be on either Team Zoro or Team Sanji? How could he possibly choose one and not risk the other murdering him in his sleep?
He forced himself to calm down as he stared at the dark ocean. It was fine, he told himself, because it was. Fine.
This was a thing between Zoro and Sanji, and it was Zoro and Sanji's thing to figure it out. When they did figure it out and eventually tell the crew, if it ever became enough of a thing to even tell the crew, Usopp knew he had to be every inch the supportive crewmate, because he was. Supportive.
All he could do right now was give them space and let them be. So with that resolve, he went back below deck and straight to bed.
And if he noticed the next morning that Zoro and Sanji's hammocks were still empty, well, he wasn't saying anything.
Vivi awoke from her restless sleep with a start, the cold desert air permeating the room Toto let them stay in for the night. She glanced around quickly to make sure all her friends were still there.
Nami was still asleep by her side, feet tangled in the blankets. Usopp and Chopper were sleeping in the other bed, and Luffy had been there too, but now she could hear him talking outside.
Zoro and Sanji were sleeping on the floor, practically cuddling.
She giggled quietly to herself. It was amusing how, despite all their bickering when they were awake, they'd always managed to drift towards each other when they slept, like how a log pose was naturally drawn to the next island.
Sanji groaned in his sleep, turning even more into Zoro's arms as he muttered, "Marimo…"
Zoro cracked open an eye at that, and Vivi braced herself for the inevitable shouting and shoving that would no doubt wake everyone else up.
But instead of pushing him away, Zoro pulled him closer, wrapping his arms more securely around Sanji's frame and running a gentle hand through his hair.
Sanji sighed and relaxed into Zoro's embrace as he fell deeper into sleep. Zoro watched him for a bit, a content smile spreading across his face before he leaned in and brushed his lips against his forehead almost reverently. His eyes drifted shut as sleep claimed him once more.
Vivi blushed as she watched them. She had no idea they could be so gentle with each other, no idea they were even involved. Yet now that she had seen it, she could easily wrap her mind around the idea of them being together. With all the energy the two of them spent antagonizing each other, it wasn't shocking that it became something more.
She smiled as she glanced down at Nami's sleeping face and gently brushed her orange hair out of her face.
Not shocking at all.
By the time morning came and they were well on their way, Zoro and Sanji were back to their usual bickering.
Vivi smiled discreetly behind her hand as she watched them, knowing the truth now but keeping it to herself.
Their secret was safe with her.
Old habits died hard, so even though they were ten thousand feet in the air, far out of the reach of the organizations that had hunted her relentlessly most of her life, and they were partying around a bonfire without a care in the world, Robin made sure to keep an eye on everyone.
The captain and Long Nose were dancing with the wolves, shouting and singing in excitement. The navigator was off to the side, drinking heavily and laughing at their antics. The doctor had finished treating the Sky Knight and was rushing off to dance with the others.
The cook and the swordsman had been bickering off to the side, but now they'd disappeared from view.
Strange.
She put a pair of eyes on a nearby tree and spotted them around the other side, still close enough to the bonfire to feel its warmth, but out of the way enough to have their own conversation.
Curious, she blossomed an ear on the trunk next to them.
"You better take care of Robin tomorrow," the cook was saying as he took a drag from his cigarette.
"She can take care of herself," the swordsman grumbled, and despite his put out tone, he almost seemed to lean into his side.
"Yeah," he agreed as he leaned into him too, pressing up against him so they were touching from shoulder to hip, "But she shouldn't have to."
"You're such a fucking moron," he growled and turned his face into his shoulder.
"So you've said," he laughed and playfully ruffled the swordsman's hair, "But seriously, keep an eye out, okay? There's some weird guys here, and we still don't know what this God's deal is."
"You worried about me?" he glanced up at him and smirked.
"Of course not," he flicked the ash off his cigarette and scowled, "Just be careful."
"You're worried about me."
"Am not," he pouted and took another drag from his cigarette.
He laughed, "You are so worried about me."
"Shut up," he growled, "I'm worried that you're gonna try to punch God in the face and get everyone smited."
"That's more Luffy's style," he said, looking at him with a grin, "I'd try and stab him."
He groaned, "We're gonna get smited."
"We'll be fine," he took his hand and thread their fingers together, "But you be careful too, okay?"
"Who's worried now," he smirked around his cigarette.
"I'm not worried," he was staring at their hands, his thumb softly caressing the back of his hand, "Just, you do stupid shit sometimes. Protect Nami and Usopp and the Merry, but look out for yourself too."
It was hard to tell with the glow of the bonfire, but it looked like the cook's cheeks grew a little redder. He clutched at the swordsman's hand and turned away, and she could see that the blush spread all the way to the tips of his ears, "We'll be fine."
The swordsman closed his eyes and relaxed even further into him, "Good."
Robin dissipated the extra body parts and turned her attention back to the party.
She could give them some privacy.
Franky burst into the kitchen and shouted, "Sanji, bro, I need-" and stopped short.
Sanji was sitting on the couch flipping through his recipe book, reading glasses perched on the end of his nose. But as rare as it was to see their usually high strung cook so chill, that wasn't what made him stop.
Zoro was on the couch too, fast asleep and snoring softly, his head resting in Sanji's lap.
"There's snacks for you guys and some iced tea on the counter," Sanji said, not looking up from his book or paying any mind that the guy he'd kicked through a railing and off the ship not ten minutes ago was now sleeping in his lap, "Unless you want something else?"
He glanced up at him over the rim of his glasses.
"I just," Franky gestured helplessly at Zoro, "What's up with that?"
"Oh, yeah," his hand came down almost instinctively and ran through Zoro's hair, "Fucker just passes out wherever he feels like it and is impossible to move."
"Huh." He's seen Sanji kick him awake for a lot less then this though.
"Did you need something?"
"Cola and lemons," he tore his gaze away from the surprisingly domestic sight and glanced at the fridge, "But if you tell me the combo I'll get 'em."
"There's no point in locking the fridge if you shitheads can just unlock it," he carefully lifted Zoro's head off his lap, slid out from under him, and gently placed it on the couch, laying his book next to him, "I'll get it."
As he made his way to the fridge, Franky glanced back at Zoro. He was frowning slightly now that he had lost his pillow, but he was still far more relaxed than he ever was when he napped on deck.
"The cola I get," Sanji called from the fridge, "But what the hell do you need lemons for?"
"Working on a super new battery," he flashed him a thumbs up, "Gonna try using some citrus to get it running."
He tossed a bottle of cola and a lemon at him and shut the fridge, "That's all we can really spare right now, so don't waste it."
"Got it, bro." He pried the cola bottle open with his teeth and took a swig.
Sanji went back over to the couch. Before he picked up his book again, he slid his hand under Zoro's head and placed it back in his lap. Zoro squirmed a little in his sleep as he settled, brow unfurrowing as he relaxed and made himself comfortable on Sanji's lap.
"Did you need something else?" he asked as he started stroking Zoro's hair with his free hand.
"Nope, I'm good," he snatched one of the cookies sitting on the counter and popped it into his mouth, "Thanks bro!"
"Don't talk with your goddamn mouth full," Sanji snapped at him as he left the kitchen, "Fucking shithead."
As Franky made his way back to his workshop, he wondered if Sanji and Zoro wanted their own bed, and where on the Sunny he could put it. Then again, since they haven't mentioned it yet, maybe he should just keep those plans to himself.
After all those lonely years, Brook took to the festivities following the fall of Thriller Bark with unabashed enthusiasm. He laughed, danced, sang, ate, and drank with his new crew, delighted by the prospect of all their future adventures after being alone in the dark for so long.
Even so, Zoro's absence left an undeniable blanket of unease in the air. He had finally woken up that morning, which relieved the tension somewhat, however the crew was still shaken by the severity of his sudden injuries, and even more so by the unknown cause of them.
Well, unknown to most of them.
The image of Zoro confronting the Warlord was burned into Brook's eyes, or it would be if he still had eyes. He could certainly see how Luffy inspired such loyalty, but there seemed to be something else to his actions that day, something just below the surface that he did not quite understand just yet.
So, drink in hand as an offering, Brook went to the small room where Zoro was being sequestered.
"You don't need to spoon-feed me," Zoro grumbled from inside, "I'm not a child."
"I clearly do," Sanji snapped back, "Since you're wrapped up like a fucking mummy or some shit."
The door was open a crack, so Brook peeked inside and found Sanji sitting by Zoro's bedside, a bowl of soup in his hands.
"I'm fine," Zoro crossed his arms and sunk further into the pillows, "This is nothing."
"So you've said," he grimaced and stirred the soup, "'Nothing happened,' you said, even though we both know what went down-"
"Hey-"
"'I'm fine,' you say, even though you almost fucking died-"
"I'm not dea-"
Sanji slammed the spoon down on the bedside table, silencing him.
"You almost died," he whispered, his voice coming out as nothing more than a desperate, harsh rasp as he gently set the soup down with trembling hands, "You weren't breathing and your heart stopped and if I didn't get you to Chopper in time…" he covered his eyes with his hand and exhaled shakily, "What the hell were we supposed do if you'd died? What was I supposed to do?"
"Sanji," Zoro said forcefully, causing Sanji to look up. When he did, Zoro leaned forward and cradled his face gently in both hands, stroking his cheeks with his thumbs, "I'm alive." He leaned in, their foreheads almost touching, "You're not getting rid of me that easily."
They stared at each other for the longest minute until Sanji let out a breathy, "Idiot," and closed the distance to press their foreheads together. They rested there, breaths mingling, each seeming to take comfort in the simple presence of the other.
Eventually Sanji pulled away and picked up the soup bowl once more.
"You don't have to feed me," Zoro insisted.
"Just," Sanji sighed and looked back up at him, "Let me do this."
Zoro sighed and leaned back against the pillows, "Fine."
Well, now Brook knew what that was all about. Not only was Zoro protecting his captain with his sacrifice, he was also protecting his love. And it seemed, much like the secret of what happened, this was something he'd better keep to himself.
Brook backed away from the door and returned to the celebrations. It looked like Zoro was already in good hands.
The island they'd landed on after Wano was in the middle of their Harvest Festival, and Jinbei was delighted. Ever since he'd joined the crew officially they'd been going non-stop from one danger to the next. The Straw Hats deserved a break, and there was no better break than a festival.
Jinbei nursed a mug of the island's specialty cider as he glanced around at his crewmates. Luffy had found the buffet, and was taking full advantage of the all-you-can-eat aspect. Usopp had gathered a group of locals to tell his stories to, while Nami had another to gamble with and take all their money. Brook had joined up with the local band and was leading them through an upbeat dance number. Robin and Franky were accompanying Chopper to all the candy stalls, and Chopper's eyes grew wide at each new treat, his enthusiasm bringing a smile to even Jinbei's face.
Sanji was dancing with one of the locals, a pretty and vibrant red head. She leaned in and whispered something in his ear that made him blush and smile wide, hearts in his eyes as he responded.
Zoro was sitting next to Jinbei with his own mug of cider. His eye was locked on Sanji and the girl, watching them twirl about as they danced, his face growing darker by the minute.
"You're looking a bit glum," he said, making Zoro tear his gaze away from Sanji, "Not enjoying the festival?"
"S'fine," Zoro responded as he swirled his drink, "As long as they keep the booze coming."
His eye darted back to Sanji as if he couldn't help himself.
"Sanji seems to be enjoying himself too," Jinbei noted, watching Zoro's eye twitch as Sanji dipped his giggling partner.
Zoro merely grunted, grip tightening on his mug.
As the song ended and Sanji put her back on her feet, she leaned in and kissed his cheek. Sanji blushed and stuttered something out, a dopey grin stretching across his face.
Zoro slammed a fist on the table and downed the rest of his drink in one go.
"Is everything-?" Jinbei started to ask, but Zoro was already on his feet.
"Need another one," he said simply as he wandered off.
Jinbei glanced back towards Sanji, but he was gone too, the red head now dancing with a new partner.
Jinbei shrugged it off as he finished his drink too.
He wandered through the festival by himself for a while, taking in all the sights and smells and the pure excitement that ran through the air.
"What," he heard Sanji's voice from behind one of the stalls, "you jealous or something?"
He peeked around it and saw Zoro pinning Sanji to a nearby tree by his wrists, the look on his face growing darker by the second. Sanji smirked back at him, almost defiant.
The tension between them grew to unbearable levels. Jinbei was just about to step forward and attempt to break up whatever was going on before a fight broke out, but before he could Zoro crashed his lips into Sanji's in a violent kiss. Sanji leaned into it eagerly and gave as good as he got.
Jinbei stood there, frozen and stunned. He knew watching them was rude, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to look away.
Eventually they pulled apart, both panting as their lips hovered near each other, like the irresistible pull of the moon on the tide. Zoro released Sanji's wrists and buried his face into the crook of his neck.
"Idiot," Sanji muttered, running his hands through Zoro's hair as he pulled him closer, "There's nothing to be jealous of."
Their lips met once more. Jinbei found his feet again and left them to it.
Part of him wondered how long that had been going on, and if the others knew. If it had been a known thing, he felt pretty sure that he would have been told shortly after he joined the crew. He supposed pirate crews tended to have secrets like that, and he felt honored to know this one, despite being the new guy.
He wandered back through the festival, steps a little lighter.
"Hey, Robin," Luffy said as he launched himself from the Sunny's lower deck to the upper deck where she and Nami were sunbathing. He settled himself on the railing and continued, "Usopp was talking to Chopper and he said that captains can do weddings. Is that true?"
"Yes," she replied as she took her drink off of the tray Sanji was offering her, "As the legal head of the ship, whatever the captain says goes. This includes bonds of matrimony."
"Awesome," he grinned and clapped his feet together, "We should have a wedding!"
"Why do you want a wedding so bad?" Nami asked as she took her own drink from Sanji.
"Because weddings mean parties and parties mean feasts."
"Who the hell do you plan on marrying?" she said as she arched a brow and took a sip of her drink, "You can't just have a wedding without people to marry."
"That's true," Robin agreed, "A wedding requires consenting individuals who agree to spend their lives together." Sanji scoffed and she amended, "Although that consent can be obtained by unscrupulous means."
Luffy frowned. Now that he knew he could do weddings, he really wanted to have one. His eyes landed on Sanji, so he asked, "Sanji, do you wanna marry Zoro?"
Nami choked on her drink and shot him a dangerous look. Robin froze, her drink partway to her mouth, and Sanji frowned at him and said, "What? Right now?"
"Yeah," he nodded. The sooner they had the wedding the sooner they could feast, "Why not?"
"Forget it," he waved him off. Nami slumped back into her chair and Robin took a sip from her drink, "He's asleep right now."
Nami startled again as Robin's eyebrows shot up her forehead.
"That's," Nami cleared her throat, "That's your objection? That Zoro's asleep? No other reason for you two not to be married?"
"I mean," he blushed and scratched his cheek, "We haven't really talked about like, marriage marriage yet."
Nami's jaw dropped and Robin's eyes went wide, so he clarified, "I mean we've talked about what we'd do, you know after. After he beats Mihawk and I find All Blue and Luffy becomes Pirate King and all that," he glanced at Luffy, who smiled wide, then continued, "and we agreed we'll stay together, but because of the Whole Cake Island thing the actual topic of marriage is kinda a sore spot, and-"
"Hold on," Nami held up a hand, "You and Zoro are, like, a thing? An actual official thing?"
"Yes," he frowned at her, "I thought you knew?"
"Oh, I knew," Nami assured him, "I'm just surprised you're admitting it."
He furrowed his brow his frown grew, "Why wouldn't I admit it?"
"I knew as well," Robin raised a hand, "I just didn't think it was common knowledge."
"It's not," Nami said at the exact same time Sanji said, "It is."
They stared at each other, and Nami broke the icy silence with a deadpanned, "What."
Sanji grinned sheepishly at her. Luffy picked his nose, bored now that there wasn't going to be a wedding.
"I mean," he waved a hand in front of him, "It's not like we've been keeping it a secret."
"If you didn't want to keep it a secret," she said, slowly and carefully, "Then why didn't you tell anyone?"
"We did tell you guys," he glanced between the two girls giving him disbelieving looks and Luffy casually picking his nose, "Didn't we?" His frown deepened, "We must have, we've been together forever."
"How, uh," Nami placed her drink carefully on the table, "How long is forever?"
"Dunno," he rubbed his chin as he thought about it, "Since just after Arlong Park, I guess."
"Arlong Park?" She blinked and stared at him, "That was like, the beginning!"
"Yeah," he nodded in agreement, "Honestly, I'm surprised it's been that long, but-"
"You've been together since the beginning," she repeated slowly, "And you didn't tell anyone?"
"I thought we told you," he sighed, "But it's not like we've been hiding it. I'm pretty sure everyone knows."
She stood up and walked over to the railing, leaning over to shout, "Hey! Usopp!"
Usopp glanced over from where he was fishing and shouted back, "Yeah?"
"Did you know Zoro and Sanji are together?"
"Pft, what?" He laughed a little too loudly and glanced around the rest of the deck. Everyone had stopped what they were doing and were not-so-subtly listening in, "Of course they're not. That's ridiculous. Who told you such an incredible lie?"
"Sanji did."
"Oh," he relaxed, "Then yeah, I knew."
She tapped her fingers against the railing, "And you didn't say anything because…?"
He shrugged, "I figured they'd tell us when they were ready."
"So it's not," her gaze slid to Sanji, who grinned sheepishly, "common knowledge."
"No," Usopp replied, "At least, I didn't think so."
"Alright, show of hands," she addressed the rest of the crew out on deck, "Who already knew about Zoro and Sanji?"
Seven hands and a hoof went up.
"See?" Sanji said, "Everyone knew."
"And who thought they were the only one to know?"
Luffy lowered his hand, but six hands and the hoof stayed up.
"Wait, seriously?" He turned to face the rest of the crew, "You thought we didn't want you to know?"
"I just assumed you sucked at being discreet, bro," Franky said with a laugh and a thumbs up, "But it's cool! Love who you love!"
"As the new crewmate I didn't want to step on any toes," Jinbei admitted, "Or speak out of turn."
"Human courtship rituals are," Chopper heaved a long suffering sigh, "Needlessly complicated."
"You and Zoro never said anything about it," Brook added, "It would be quite rude of me to make assumptions or spread ill gossip."
"Sorry," Sanji blushed and rubbed the back of his neck, "I could've sworn we'd told you."
The galley door slammed open and Zoro stepped out on deck, yawning wide and scratching his stomach. He blinked as he noticed the entire crew staring at him and said warily, "What's going on?"
"Oh, nothing," Nami said as she leaned her elbows on the railing and smiled sweetly at him, "Just talking about yours and Sanji's relationship."
His eye narrowed at her, "Why?"
She snarled and slammed a fist on the railing, "Because you never fucking told anyone about it!"
"What?" he frowned, "Of course we told you. We told you ages ago."
"No," she insisted, "You really didn't."
"We must have," his frown grew as crossed his arms, "We've been together forever."
Nami rubbed her temples and glanced between the two of them, "How in the hell do you just forget to tell your friends something that important?"
They glanced at each other and shrugged.
"I guess," Sanji said slowly, "It was just so obvious that we assumed you already knew?"
"I'm pretty sure we told you," Zoro grumbled, "I think you just forgot."
She groaned and ran a hand down her face, "I just, I give up." She walked back to her chair and picked up her drink, "Nobody talk to me for the next three hours."
"Hey, Zoro," Luffy said, perking up as he stepped closer, "You're awake now. Do you wanna marry Sanji?"
"Uh," his eye darted to Sanji, "What did I miss?"
"Don't worry about it," Sanji hit his head lightly with the serving tray and cast a glance around the deck. With the discussion over everyone else had wandered back to their previous activities, but they were still watching him out of the corner of their eyes as he leaned in and kissed Zoro's cheek, "I'll fill you in later."
Zoro smiled after him as he entered the kitchen, and the rest of the crew went back to what they were doing, a light, happy feeling settling over the whole ship.
"Man," Luffy groaned as he flopped onto the deck, "I really wanted that feast."