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    “I’ll kick you in the balls,” Sanji hisses, gripping the tray so tight it makes a small metal squeak.

    Zoro, infuriatingly, looks completely unfazed. Like this is normal for him.

    “Good night, curls,” he says, and then — casually, like it means nothing — presses a kiss to Sanji’s forehead.

    It’s a light thing. Barely there. Just lips to skin for the briefest second. But Sanji feels it, warm and heavy like it left a mark.

    He freezes.

    What the hell.

    What the hell.

    Sanji doesn’t feel anything for his…husband. He's married to the king of Shimotsuki whom he hasn't even met yet. All he knows about him are from rumors that says he's a beast — a dragon to be exact. Sanji is perfectly content being left alone in this marriage. Until one day, his absentee husband arrives.

    Somehow, against his will and all good reason, he falls into bed with his husband the same way he falls in love with him.

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    04 Mar 2026

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    “Stop looking at me,” Sanji mutters. “You’re like the alphas they warn omegas about.”

    Which, to be fair, is true. This Zoro is at least around forty, and he’s staring intently at Sanji with a fire in his visible eye that he can’t even put a name on.

    “Can’t help it,” the mosshead replies honestly. “You’re so young.”

    When Zoro is replaced by a version of him from the future, Sanji gets interesting problems in relation to his status as an omega. Most of these problems points at the shitty mosshead as the culprit. Go figure.

     

    (Set Post-Alabasta but Pre-Skypiea)

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    04 Mar 2026

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    The baby had green hair, but Sanji looked Zoro in the eye and said it wasn’t his.
    Just like he’d looked him in the eye two years ago and said nothing happened at Thriller Bark.

    Zoro remembers everything, though. The way the cook rode him till neither of them could think. The way the omega trembled when the knot caught, buried deep inside that tight heat. How desperate Sanji's voice had sounded when he begged Zoro for it.

    Now, Zoro should just walk away. But no matter how hard he tries, his body still craves the cook's touch, his heart bleeds with yearning, and his stupid alpha instinct have sunk its teeth into what he cannot have, uncaring about how much the omega doesn’t want him back.

    Even though Sanji keeps coming back to his bed.

    Or: Sanji comes back to Sabaody with a green-haired baby that "isn't Zoro's", but Zoro's so whipped he'd become the dad who stepped up in a heartbeat if the cook would just have him.

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    02 Mar 2026

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    Sharing heats and ruts is nothing but convenience for Zoro and Sanji. Two times a year they fuck like animals and then go their separate ways. Even if separate ways is just down the hall. It works for them. That's what they tell themselves anyway.

    Then a poorly timed heat makes a mess of everything.

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    28 Feb 2026

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    A groan comes from below him, low and deep, and it has him freezing up completely and blinking, before whipping to glance down at what was underneath him.

    Correction; at what he was sitting /atop of/.

    He could feel it properly, now that he wasn’t distracted by the adrenaline rush, now that everything was stilling around him—them. He could feel the hips he was straddling, the lower stomach his ass was stationed on, and the hands that had somehow, intentionally or not, attached themselves to his waist.

    Jabber’s hands. Jabber’s hands that were on his waist. Jabber’s hips that he was straddling. Jabber that he was situated atop of.

    Jabber’s face—which was inches away from Zanka’s own, and purple eyes open to meet his blue.

     

    [or, that one stuck in a tight space fic that every fandom eventually gets]

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    23 Feb 2026