Part Four: To Live

Sanji slumped against Zoro, curling his arms around Zoro's middle. He pressed his face into the hot flesh of Zoro's neck, smiling against his brown skin. Panting beneath him, Zoro released his iron grip on Sanji's hips and returned his embrace, sighing contentedly. Sanji's smile widened, threatening to split his face as he allowed himself to be present in the moment, here in Zoro's lap, in his arms. A hand traveled up to Zoro's head head, fingers tangling in his deceptively soft hair as Sanji pressed a lazy kiss onto Zoro's neck; Zoro, meanwhile, gently stroked Sanji's back between his shoulder blades.

Humming softly, his breathing returning to normal, Sanji slowly lifted his head and laid it against Zoro's, opening his eyes and staring into the dark of the crow's nest. He'd have to leave Zoro's embrace soon so he could get in his few hours of sleep while Zoro kept watch over the ship, but not yet. Not now. Sanji wanted to enjoy this moment for a little while longer.

Zoro, clearly thinking the same thing, shifted slightly under Sanji, his hands sliding down to Sanji's waist. "Cook," he said gently.

"Mmmm..." Sanji made no effort of moving.

"Cook, let me get up so I can get out the bed."

Sanji sat up and laid a soft kiss against the corner of Zoro's mouth. He smiled and Zoro smiled back, brushing the curtain of Sanji's hair out of his face so he could get a good look at him. "Okay," Sanji said. "Just give me a moment."

Sanji rolled off Zoro's lap and onto the bench, scanning the floor for his pants. He pulled them on while Zoro opened one of the storage compartments and pulled out a futon, bedsheets, and two pillows. Sanji smiled tiredly at Zoro. "You gonna lie down with me, Marimo?" he asked, nodding at the second pillow.

"Until you fall asleep, yeah," Zoro replied, smoothing the sheets out.

Sanji's heart swelled with affection and he approached the side of the bed he normally chose when the two of them camped out up here for privacy. "What if I don't want to go to sleep?" he asked as he got situated. "What if I wanna talk?"

Zoro hovered over him, gazing down at him in the dark. Sanji reached up and lightly stroked Zoro's forearm. "You and I both know you haven't been getting enough sleep," Zoro replied, voice soft with warmth and amusement. He leaned down and kissed Sanji: short, chaste, and sweet.

"There's still more I have to tell you, Zoro," Sanji said as Zoro got under the covers and settled in on his side.

"You mean that wasn't all of it?"

"No," Sanji replied, reaching over and placing his hand on Zoro's shoulder, the pad of his thumb stroking the warm skin underneath it. "This is something I can tell you in person. Something I should have told you a long time ago."

"I think you've told me more than you realize, Cook," Zoro said softly. "Going to all that trouble. I know it wasn't easy on you."

"It's because you're worth it, Zoro," Sanji said without hesitation. "And I'd do it all over again."

Zoro gathered Sanji into his arms, pulling him closer. Sanji closed his eyes and nestled closer until his head was on Zoro's chest, tucked under Zoro's chin. He lay there, listening to Zoro's peaceful breathing, Zoro's heartbeat lulling him into a peaceful state close to sleep. All he needed to do was simply let go and drift away, safe and warm in Zoro's arms.

But...

Sanji forced his eyes open. "We...really should," he said slowly, his mind trying to find the right words through the fog of sleep that had settled around him. "You need to hear–"

Zoro gently shushed him, softly petting the hair on the back of Sanji's head. "You can tell me in the morning," he murmured. "Okay?"

Sanji smiled against Zoro's chest as sleep settled over him like a heavy blanket. "Okay. Good night, Zoro. I love you."

"Love you. too, Sanji. Get some rest."

Sanji woke up from the best sleep he'd had in weeks, gaze falling on Zoro, who was still keeping watch.

"Hey," Sanji said softly, stirring as he slowly rolled onto his side.

Zoro looked over at him and approached the futon, lying down on top of the covers. He propped himself up on his elbow, smirking down at Sanji. "Sleep well, Cook?"

"Best sleep I've had in a while," Sanji said, sitting himself up and laying a small kiss on Zoro's lips.

Zoro chuckled. "You're welcome," he said smugly, absolutely pleased with himself.

Snorting and rolling his eyes, Sanji put his hand in Zoro's face and lightly shoved him. Zoro grinned and fell onto his back, staring up at the ceiling in wonder.

"What's on your mind, Marimo?" Sanji asked, taking in the uncharacteristically soft expression on Zoro's face. And it was all for him.

"Nothing," Zoro said. "I'm just...happy."

Sanji felt a gentle smile curling his lips. He ran his fingers through Zoro's green hair, almost overwhelmed with the warmth and affection surging through him. God, did he love this man. And he needed him to know just how much he did. "So..." he said softly. "You said we'd talk in the morning."

"I did." Zoro propped himself back up. "And we will. But I know you're going to get a start on breakfast soon."

"Mm, true," Sanji agreed. "But there's still time. Why don't you come shower with me?" Sanji had showered last night, but he wanted to start the day feeling fresh–and it was a good excuse to spend a little more time with Zoro.

"I wouldn't say no to that," Zoro said playfully as Sanji got up out of bed and stretched.

They put up the futon and headed back down to the men's quarters, trying to move silently in the pre-dawn light while the rest of their crewmates slept on. Sanji caught movement in the corner of his eye and saw Usopp sitting up in his bunk, squinting at him and Zoro. Sanji sent him a small smile and wave. Usopp blinked twice before flopping back down onto his back, snoring as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Sanji smiled to himself as he and Zoro grabbed what they needed from their lockers and headed for the bathroom. He was definitely going to have to thank Usopp later. He and Robin had helped save his relationship with Zoro, and that was something for which he'd always be grateful.

Sanji watched as Zoro stepped under the water. Zoro tilted his head back and closed his eyes, running his fingers through his hair as he enjoyed the sensation. Watching the water wash over Zoro, the way he held his hands on his head, muscles taut, Sanji felt that he might be overcome with pure, raw emotion as he fully realized that he was granted the privilege to quiet mornings like this again. Trying to swallow the lump in his throat, Sanji stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Zoro, resting his head against Zoro's shoulder while the water washed over them both.

Zoro looped an arm around Sanji's waist. "You're extra cuddly today, aren't you?" he whispered in Sanji's ear.

"Maybe," Sanji conceded, thinking back to all of the times he'd wanted to crawl all over Zoro and couldn't when they were separated. "Let's just say I'm making up for lost time."

"Well, I'm not complaining."

Sanji smiled and softly nuzzled Zoro's shoulder. Soon they would have to leave the warmth and privacy of the shower so Sanji could truly start another day on Sunny, and he found himself wishing for the first time that he had an assistant who could step up for him on those rare days where Sanji wanted to skip breakfast. Filing away that idea, Sanji pressed a kiss against Zoro's cheek before moving to grab the soap. "Here," he said. "Let me wash your back."

He approached the day with something close to euphoria, smiling like the lovestruck fool he was as he dressed himself. He'd noticed the marks on his neck in the mirror when he inspected his appearance, but instead of grabbing concealer to cover them up like he normally would, Sanji merely brushed his fingers against one and chuckled. "Shit, Zoro." If the crew saw them, then they saw them. Let them think what they wanted; they'd already seen him at his lowest, had pieced together that he and Zoro had broken up–they could piece together that he and Zoro had made up.

Sanji attacked breakfast with a renewed energy, one that wasn't born out of desperation to keep himself moving. He found himself continuing to smile as he prepared his crew's meal, humming as he set the table.

"Ah! Good morning, Robin-chwan!" he sang as Robin entered the galley and took a seat at the table. "The food isn't quite ready yet, but allow me to pour you a cup of coffee while we wait on everyone else."

"Thank you, Sanji." Robin smiled at Sanji warmly as he poured her coffee, her eyes closed in contentment.

Zoro came in next, sitting on the opposite side of the table, watching Sanji work as he flitted about the kitchen. The rest of the crew gradually filtered in, all in various states of consciousness. He felt their eyes pass over him, but none quite so keenly as Usopp and Robin. With Sanji's appearance and Usopp catching Sanji and Zoro several hours ago, the ship's sniper had to be fitting the pieces together. But he kept quiet, stuffing his mouth with croissants before Luffy could snatch them off his plate.

They had gotten through most of breakfast without any prying comments or questions before Sanji noticed Usopp squirming in his seat while he and Luffy discussed something. Luffy was staring at Sanji, talking with his mouth full, and Usopp appeared to be trying desperately to quiet their captain.

"Yes, Luffy! Sanji and Zoro made love last night!" Usopp whispered loudly, loudly enough for everyone at the table to hear, stopping all conversations in their tracks. Eight heads turned and looked at Usopp, who was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the attention. He gulped when he saw Sanji staring at him with a baleful gleam in his eye. Nami watched Sanji, holding her fork like a hunting knife, just waiting for an opportunity to yell at him for acting up around Usopp.

"Usopp," Sanji said, forcing his voice to remain calm and level as he stood up straight and set down the pot of coffee he'd been using to top off Robin's drink. "What did I say I would do the next time you used those words around me?"

Usopp drew his head down into his shoulders like a turtle trying to retreat into its shell, grimacing. "You–you said you would punt me into tomorrow."

"That's right," Sanji said, nodding, voice deceptively calm. Nami could yell at him if she wanted; he'd make it up to the both of them later. "That's right, I did."

"Ignore him, Usopp," Nami cut in, stabbing her omelette and scraping the tines of her fork against her plate menacingly. She brought her fork to her mouth, taking an angry bite before continuing. "Sanji-kun's just mad because that's what he secretly calls it in his head and you figured him out. Can't have anyone else know how soft he is for Zoro."

Sanji stared at Nami like a slack-jawed idiot while the rest of the crew continued to stare. The silence was interrupted by the spluttering, strangled sound of someone failing to contain a laugh. Eight heads turned and stared at Zoro, who sat there with his fist held over his mouth, trying to maintain his poker face as Sanji's glare burned holes into him.

"Laugh and you die, Marimo," Sanji said coolly.

Zoro narrowed his eyes at him defiantly. "Ha," he said, forcefully. Sanji shifted his weight, tensing his leg muscles. "Ha ha ha. Ha-ha. Ha!"

Zoro's fake laughter became genuine as he continued, the kind that brought on tears and a sore stomach the longer it went on. It was good to see Zoro laugh, even if it was to piss Sanji off.

Luffy was the first to join in, pointing at Sanji. "Nami got you good, didn't she, Sanji?" his captain crowed. Sanji briefly wondered if beating up the captain counted as mutiny until Franky erupted in laughter, pointing a robotic finger at him.

One by one the rest of the crew joined in laughing at Sanji's expense. Their merriment ate away at the walls of pride until it got through to him, infecting him with mirth. He began to chuckle, closing his eyes. He tossed his head back as he began to belly laugh with the people who meant the world to him.

As the room gradually quieted down, all eyes turned to Sanji. He gave them all one last smile before opening his eyes, a murderous glint to them. He set his sights on Zoro, who was grinning at him like a madman.

Sanji launched himself at Zoro from across the table, knocking the swordsman out of his seat and the breath clear out of his lungs. As he went down, Zoro wore the smile of a man with no regrets.

"Uwaaaaah!"

"Franky," Robin said gently. "Why are you crying?"

"It's just–all is right with the world again!" Franky managed to squeeze out through trembling breaths as Sanji and Zoro wrestled on the floor, shouting and cursing at each other. "And I think that's beautiful!"

"Aaaand now they're making out," Nami said dully, sighing. "Hey! Knock it off, you two."

"Ah, just let 'em have this, Nami," Usopp chuckled nervously. "They'll tire themselves out soon enough."

"Hmmm. No."

Usopp gulped while Robin casually sipped her coffee.

"THUNDERBOLT TEMPO!"

Sanji found Zoro dozing against the railing, hands pillowing his head, katanas at his side. He opened his eye when he sensed Sanji approaching, watching him drowsily as Sanji sat down next to him. Sanji leaned against Zoro. They shared a comfortable silence while clouds drifted by and a pleasant breeze gently pushed the swing on the tree nearby.

Zoro wrapped his arm around Sanji. "So. I'm guessing you wanted to have that talk."

"Mm."

"Is it anything bad?" Zoro asked, managing to surprise Sanji by appearing slightly nervous.

"What? No," Sanji said, shaking his head. "No, it's the opposite. And I think you might already know what it is."

Zoro inclined his head, giving Sanji the time to collect his thoughts. This, however, would not take him as much time as it had before. Sanji slid one leg up so he could hang his arm over his knee. "It–it kills me to know that I could ever make you think I didn't want you in my future," Sanji began. "And I know what I did would probably still call that into question, but I spent so much time wondering that if I'd done more, things might be different."

Zoro swallowed thickly.

"And I know now that doesn't matter," Sanji continued. "What happened, happened. And stressing over the past won't change anything. But still...you need to hear it."

"Cook..."

"I never told you this because I was afraid it might scare you off, but that's just an excuse, isn't it?" Sanji mused. "But I reached a point early on where I could see you in my future. You're an integral part of it, Zoro."

Zoro blinked, saying nothing. Sanji could see the wheels in Zoro's head working in overdrive as he processed everything Sanji was saying. Zoro swallowed again. "I kind of got the idea when I saw you were writing all that down for me, but..." He shook his head. "Actually hearing it..."

Sanji smiled gently at Zoro. For all of his stoicism and practicality, even Zoro needed to hear that he was wanted every once in a while. And he was cute when he looked surprised like this; it made him look younger and so much less intimidating. "Why didn't you ask me if I had you in my plans?" Sanji whispered. Yes, what he'd done on Whole Cake Island had been damning, but Zoro had made his decision without even asking Sanji for his side. It didn't hurt to think about now, however; Sanji simply wanted to know.

"You proposing to Pudding said enough," Zoro responded. He looked down at the grass and sighed. "I just didn't...see myself fitting into your plans and I figured it would be better to shut things down than to just draw things out until it was time for all of us to go our separate ways. So we wouldn't waste each other's time."

"That's what I respect about you, you know," Sanji said gently. "You do what you feel needs to be done."

Zoro looked back up at Sanji, giving him a small squeeze.

"Even if that resolve was a real pain in my ass for a while there," Sanji chuckled. "But I understand."

Sanji looked across the lawn, sliding his leg back down so his hand was free for him to place it over Zoro's. He inhaled and exhaled slowly before looking back at him. "I'm sorry for what I did. God, I'll probably spend the rest of my life being sorry. And I can't take it back. But I want to spend the rest of our lives making it up to you, showing you how much I want you by my side. There's room for you on the Baratie, you know. I want you to have someplace you can return to." He squeezed Zoro's hand gently, a small smile curling his lips. "Someone you can return to."

Zoro stared at Sanji for a good long while, and Sanji waited patiently for his response. And instead of opening his mouth to speak, Zoro leaned in close, pausing when he and Sanji were almost touching. Sanji looked into Zoro's eye, his heart rate picking up. Sanji smiled and Zoro smiled back, grinning as he moved his mouth closer to Sanji's. The kiss was short and chaste and only slightly clumsy as Sanji found himself laughing, with Zoro joining him.

Zoro pulled away just enough so he could speak. "Say it again, would you?"

Sanji's grin grew. "Zoro–Roronoa Zoro, the future World's Greatest Swordsman, I want you in my future."

Zoro laughed softly and it was beautiful, something Sanji didn't get to hear that often in a world that required so much out of someone so young. Sanji laid his forehead against Zoro's, laying his hand against the back of Zoro's head, eyes sliding closed. They breathed together for a few beats, relishing the moment, before pulling apart.

Sanji laughed in disbelief of how the last twenty-four hours had turned out, marveling that he could be so fortunate. "Remind me to thank Usopp later."

"Why?" Zoro asked, sitting back against the railing.

Sanji curled against Zoro's side. "He's the one who told me I should try writing down my thoughts."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Sanji said, wrapping his arm around Zoro's waist. "I don't know what I would have done without his advice. It probably would have been too late if I were left to my own devices."

"I wouldn't say that."

Sanji glanced at Zoro. "No?"

Zoro leaned his head against Sanji's. "I knew you were trying to tell me something important back when you first tried meditating with me. It had me rethinking a few things."

Sanji took the information in. He chuckled softly. "And to think I spent all this time afraid you were going to hook up with some guy with stupid hair."

"That guy has a name, y'know," Zoro laughed.

"Yeah?" Sanji said, pushing his shoulder against Zoro. "What is it?"

Zoro paused, glancing to the side.

"You don't even remember, do you?" Sanji asked.

"No," Zoro admitted quietly.

Sanji laughed. "Tell me: were you trying to make me jealous that night?"

"No," Zoro said. "Just wanted some no-strings-attached fun. I was going stir-crazy by the time we got to that island."

"Ah. So Robin was right."

"When isn't she?"

"Ha. True."

They settled into another comfortable silence, watching the clouds pass by, the minutes slowly melting into each other. Luffy, Usopp, Chopper, and Franky had begun kicking around a ball when Zoro sat up and stretched. "I'm going to take a nap," he announced, placing his head in Sanji's lap. "Wake me when it's time for you to start on lunch."

Sanji chuckled as he gazed down at Zoro, running his fingers through Zoro's hair. "Seriously?"

Zoro grinned, eyes closed. "Accept your fate, love cook."

Sanji watched as Zoro slipped into sleep, adoration coursing through him. He leaned down and planted a kiss on Zoro's forehead. "I love you, idiot marimo," he whispered.

And as if he could hear him, Zoro smiled in his sleep.

Sanji's first instinct to show Usopp his appreciation was to make him one of his favorite dishes, but with all that his advice had done for him, it simply didn't feel like enough. So when they landed at the next island, Sanji immediately went in search for inspiration after he bought supplies for the kitchen. He started putting together a basket of things he'd give Usopp when he brought him his private meal, and as the day wore on he realized that he was purchasing items for Usopp's gift basket with Nami in mind: a bottle of her favorite type of wine, scented bath salts for when she wanted to pamper herself, and new pencils for her maps.

Pampering Nami was one of Usopp's favorite things and the man would doubtlessly appreciate it, but Sanji had set out to buy things for Usopp to use and enjoy. The pencils gave him an idea, so he bought a second pack, a new sketchbook, and a book of poetry. Usopp didn't go about sharing his poems with anyone other than Luffy and Nami–Nami more so than Luffy because Luffy didn't often have more input other than "Neat!"–but Sanji had once or twice witnessed Usopp getting struck by inspiration and running off to scribble his thoughts down in his notebook. And if he was anything like Sanji, Usopp would find that studying others' craft would aid him in developing his own.

By the end of the day Sanji realized that he hadn't bought anything for Usopp to give Luffy like he had with Nami, and found himself drawing a blank. His eyes ran across a paddle ball when he came across a vendor selling children's toys and Sanji was certain that Luffy would find hours of entertainment out of it, but Sanji was also certain that he, Zoro, or Nami would grow tired of the endless noise and end up breaking the thing over a knee.

Sanji smirked to himself as he headed back for the ship. Zoro was finishing up polishing his katanas on the lawn in the fading light. Sanji nodded at him on his way to the galley.

"What's that?" Zoro asked, getting up and joining Sanji.

"Something for Usopp," Sanji replied, gently kicking the galley door open.

"Why?" Zoro asked, having never seen Sanji show his affection for the male crew members in ways that didn't involve food.

"I was serious when I said I wanted to thank him," Sanji replied, setting his bags down on the countertop. He pulled everything out of his shopping bags and began assembling the gift basket, using his keen eye and attention to detail to arrange the items in an aesthetically pleasing manner.

Zoro watched him, watched his hands as he moved things around with as much care as he used when arranging a dish. "Shit, you are serious."

Sanji smiled at Zoro around his cigarette. "Yeah, well. I have a lot to be thankful for."

Zoro stepped closer and wrapped an arm around Sanji. He kissed him on the head, burying his nose in his hair. "Me, too."

"Hey." Sanji rolled over onto his side, looking down at Zoro, who lay on the futon next to him with an arm around his shoulders.

"Yeah?"

Sanji smiled down at Zoro in the dark and kissed him. Zoro kissed him back, rubbing his thumb against Sanji's shoulder. Sanji then pulled away just enough so he could speak. "There's something that surprised me about you reading that notebook."

"And what's that?"

Sanji looked off to the side. "I dunno. I think I was expecting you to judge me for it."

"Why would I do that, Cook?"

"Because you would have done things differently," Sanji mumbled, still staring away from Zoro. "And I thought you'd think I was weak."

Zoro firmly but gently grabbed Sanji's chin, turning his head so he could look at him. "Cook, you're one of the strongest people I know. Some screwed up family members aren't going to change that."

Sanji sighed, resting his head on Zoro's chest and his hand over Zoro's heart. "But I let them do what they wanted..."

"Are you talking about when you were a kid or when you were on Whole Cake?"

Sanji squeezed his eyes shut, curling up against Zoro.

Zoro sighed, slowly stroking Sanji's back. "Cook, you did one of the hardest things a person can do in this life: you survived. I think that's when a person's at his strongest. It doesn't matter what I think–and I think you're strong as hell for coming out on the other side, but again: it doesn't matter what I think. You and I sometimes do things differently. That's okay. What matters now is that you and I can be stronger together."

Sanji lifted his head, gazing at Zoro, holding his breath. Zoro reached over and brushed Sanji's bangs out of his face. They leaned in at the same time, losing themselves in the kiss. Zoro moved and repositioned them so he was on top of Sanji, kissing him with such fervor that Sanji didn't have time to worry about what Zoro thought about the notebook.

And Sanji kissed him back with the same hot intensity, hooking a leg around his waist, anxiety melting off him as he channeled his gratitude into kissing Zoro.

"So I just...sit here quietly?" Sanji asked, looking up at Zoro from where he knelt.

Zoro nodded. "Just sit there quietly. And remember."

"Do I need to say a prayer?" Sanji asked, sheepishly. He was so new to all of this.

Zoro shrugged. "If that's what helps you," he replied. He crouched as he lit the vanilla scented candle situated in front of Sanji. Zoro had suggested Sanji bring something that reminded him of his mother and Sanji had picked the candle because vanilla was one of her favorite scents.

Zoro stood up straight again. "Take all the time you need," he said, passing his hand along Sanji's shoulders as he headed for the exit. "I'll be downstairs when you're ready."

Zoro exited through the hatch, leaving Sanji in the quiet of the crow's nest. Sanji folded his hands together, rested them on his lap as he watched the steady flame burning at the candle's wick. It wasn't a prayer, but it felt solemn enough for the occasion. Sanji exhaled and closed his eyes, taking in the stillness and silence that surrounded him.

Zoro had approached Sanji a few days ago with the suggestion that he take some time to reflect upon the good memories he had of his mother. Her death couldn't take those away, Zoro explained, and it might make it easier to think about her without associating memories of her with Vinsmoke. Zoro was by far better adjusted than Sanji when it came to grieving for a loved one, so Sanji was inclined to accept his advice. It was why he was here now, alone with his thoughts and memories even if the thought of it still made him uncomfortable, because he trusted Zoro.

They both had experienced such profound loss at such tender ages, but the difference lay in how they both reacted to their grief. Sanji blocked it out and Zoro acknowledged it. Zoro respected his grief, gave it the space it needed, and so he grew and evolved from it. It was why he could talk about that poor girl named Kuina without shutting down. Sanji had taken his own lesson from his loss, had changed because of it, but he hadn't grown from it.

"Does it ever go away?" Sanji had asked Zoro in the warmth and comfort of his arms.

"No," Zoro had responded in that honest way of his. "You just learn to live with it. And I don't think it should go away. Knowing things can end just like that is what makes our connections with other people special."

So now he was taking the time to acknowledge his grief, to invite it in so they could become better acquainted. It was a part of him–the Vinsmokes and what they had done were a part of him–Sanji recognized that now. But what mattered was his own growth; what mattered was Sanji allowing himself to move past them. And it wasn't going to be easy–nothing so necessary and worth doing ever was. But Sanji wasn't alone. He had his friends. He had someone who recognized the ugly within him–the insecurities and the anxieties and the fears–and didn't think less of him for it. On the contrary, Zoro found him that much stronger for confronting his personal demons.

And that made all the difference.

Sanji didn't know how much time he spent up there, the candle his only measure of time. It had burnt a large chunk of itself by the time he opened his eyes and emerged from the small trance he'd slipped into. He felt at peace, tranquil.

And he wanted to find Zoro.

Sanji blew out the candle, whispered a small "Goodbye" into the open air. He exited the crow's nest, breathing in the crisp night air when he stepped down onto the lawn. He found Zoro staring at the dark mass that was the ocean, hunched over the railing. Sensing his presence, Zoro stood up and looked at him over his shoulder, a gentle smile on his face. Sanji returned his smile, breaking into a quick run. He ran to Zoro, leaping into his arms and holding him close.

End of Act Three

Author's Note: Okay, that's a wrap! Thanks to those of you who read and left reviews. You can find me on whereistheonepiece on Tumblr and at captainkrueger on AO3, which is where I'll be uploading my One Piece fics from now on. I have a few planned. One of them is even Zosan related.

Until then!