Sunshinesthroughtheclouds asked for zosan and I generated a God and Counterpart From Another Pantheon!AU

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Sanji wallowed in the attention his shrine maidens bestowed on him. Lovely ladies sent to him from all the surrounding villages, each one was a rare flower in his oasis. They tended to his beautiful but modest temple, and made sure that he was draped in the luxurious offerings from the villagers around this island. He was the god of the sea in this place, managing the tides and keeping the storms at bay, and all he asked for in return was a handful of these lovely maidens to tend to him, and enough food to get him by. The rest was offered to him from the village, and though it was more than he'd asked for, he felt bad turning them down.

This was a small island with a prosperous trade in fishing. Or at least, it was prosperous as long as he was kept happy. Stable weather and regular tides made the fish plentiful, but Sanji also had the power to put an end to all of that in the blink of an eye. His ruling and judgment were rarely questioned, and he and his worshipers lived in peace together.

Until recently.

"I have to tell you, oh great and powerful god of the sea," the long-nosed man bowed deeply. He was a small, fearful man who usually shook at the knees in Sanji's presence, but he was a faithful follower and came again and again to relay news to Sanji from the surrounding villages. "Lately a great many of your followers have been… converting."

Sanji's spine snapped rigid and he turned eyes colder than the sea on the man. The man, Usopp was his name, cowered under the gaze.

"Converting?" Sanji repeated, his voice low and tight.

"Yes, oh magnificent one. It seems the water god on the next island over has offered protection from your wrath if they will follow him instead," Usopp informed him.

"I've been nothing but kind to these people!" Sanji roared in indignation.

"W-well, most gracious god, there have been the storms…"

Yes, there had been. Two weeks ago, one of the men in the nearest village attacked one of his precious shrine maidens. She came to him, weeping and begging for his forgiveness, and Sanji was instantly filled with rage. He demanded the man who committed the crime step forward, and when none did he turned his wrath into the violent storms that had made both trade and fishing impossible for the people.

He wasn't entirely cruel, however, being the merciful god that he was, he gave the fisherman a brief reprieve from the storms for long enough to be able to feed the people of the village. He might have wanted to punish the wrong doer, but starving the entire village didn't sit well with him. Still, it seemed his kindness went unnoticed if they people were turning against them.

"Who is this god they're turning too?" Sanji snapped.

"I have no idea, ruler of the sea, I have never paid much attention to the preachings of his new followers. I only know that he takes up residence on the island to the east…"

A wave of water splashed over Usopp, soaking him head to toe, but mysteriously missed the maidens around him entirely. Usopp coughed and sputtered and wiped the stinging sea water from his eyes, but by the time he had cleared them, Sanji was already gone.

The island to the east was marshy and wet. The sea freely flowed over the land in rivers and pools and the earth was soft mud. The air itself hung think with moisture and was stifling. Everything was a tinged shade of green from the algae and mosses that covered nearly every surface. There were few inhabitants here; those that did try to make their home in this moist environment built homes in the trees, safe from the wet earth, and were almost primal in nature. They were a far cry from the civilized people of Sanji's home island, and he almost didn't blame this trespassing god for encroaching on his territory.

"Show yourself!" He demanded, his voice reverberating in the moist, thick air. A swell of dark clouds began to swirl above him, a sure sign of his flaring temper. Behind him, the people of this island shrunk into their homes, sensing the danger this stranger posed.

"There's no need to shout."

The man had been leaning against a tree not five feet from Sanji's right, and Sanji was shocked he hadn't noticed him sooner. When he emerged from under the hanging leaves of the tree, however, it was apparent as to why Sanji had missed him. His hair was the exact shade of green that covered everything around them, as if the moss had made a permanent residence in his hair as well.

The man yawned widely, having apparently just woken up. "Is there something I can do for you, shit-sea god?"

Sanji glared at the irritating clump of green. He didn't look like much, just a lazy good for nothing that called himself god, but Sanji had long ago learned not to judge an opponent by their appearance.

"Quit trying to take over my territory, shitty moss god," Sanji snapped back to him. Even for a god, this guy's manners were terrible.

"Zoro," the moss head corrected. "And they wouldn't be praying to me if you didn't torture them," Zoro smirked. He was being purposefully antagonistic and it was working. Sanji was getting more and more pissed off by minute.

Sanji made a scoffing noise. "I'm good to those people, even now when they've angered me I make sure they can eat. There is a wrong doer that must be punished, I will not allow him to slide by without atoning for his sins."

Zoro looked mildly amused by the statement. "You know your storms are bad for my island as well. You're causing floods and my worshipers here are afraid."

Sanji sent a skeptical look at the wet muck beneath their feet. Somehow, he doubted this was a recent problem.

"I guess there is one solution though," Zoro shrugged.

"What's that?" Sanji asked, curious to see what the man would say. Perhaps he wasn't entirely unreasonable, and they could be peaceful neighbors.

"You could always become my bride."

Sanji sputtered, swore, and kicked up water and muck into the mossy god's face. Zoro retaliated by manipulating the water in the plants and bending him to his will, and before Sanji knew it they had torn half the island apart with their fighting (fortunately, they had the presence of mind to avoid damaging the people's homes and properties). At the end of their battle, both stood, winded and worn, but neither was any worse for the wear than the other.

"Not bad," Zoro panted, wiping a stray track of dirt from his brow. "You'll make a good wife."

"Fuck off," Sanji spat, throwing one last blast of water at the moss head before fleeing back to his own island.

That swamp god was unreasonable, monstrous, uncivilized. There was no way Sanji would ever marry him, never mind that he was a man. That was just preposterous.

And he would deny to the moon that he was blushing about it.