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”I’m sorry, sir,” The matre’d said carefully. “Your table has been given away.”
“You serious?” Zoro said, growling slightly. His eye twitched as he gripped the employee’s podium. “We’re not that late!”
“Your table was given away forty minutes ago,” The employee replied. Trying to stay calm, but terrified that this huge guy was going to go full Karen on him. “We waited thirty minutes as per our policy.”
“Come on, Marimo.” Sanji reached for his arm, squeezing tight. “It’s okay, let’s go some place else.”
Zoro shut his eyes, squeezing them shut. Even his scarred side. He took a deep breath, stepping out of the restaurant, his arm through his girlfriend’s.
He was so angry at himself. He had planned this beautiful romantic evening with Sanji. She’d had the worst month of her life, or at least one of the worst. Zoro had been so furious. He’d wanted to keep her safe, to give her an amazing adulthood to make up for her shitty childhood. But he’d let her down and the best he could think of to make it up to her would be to take her on a beautiful romantic evening. Starting with a dinner at a restaurant she’d been dreaming of for months. Only, wanting to surprise Sanji and not telling her where they’d been going, he’d lead her on an incredibly scenic route on the way. Which had made them very late.
Sanji didn’t seem mad, nuzzling into his side.
“So, what’s next, Mossy?” She asked with a smile, leaning in to kiss his cheek.
Zoro took a deep breath. He could do this. He could salvage this evening.
“This way.”
“You’re what?” Doffy scoffed at Sanji, folding his arms with a look of disbelief.
“I’m trans,” Sanji said with a sigh. “I’m a transgender woman.”
She shivered, standing in front of her least favourite ex. Incredibly nervous. Doffy made a ‘pah’ noise, shaking his head.
“Really? Fucks sake, Ji-ji!”
“Don’t call me that!” Sanji growled. She’d hated that nickname- even during the two weeks she dated the shit head! During a short but dramatic break in her relationship with Zoro.
“Aw, why so touchy, Ji-Ji, you on your period?” Doffy said with a laugh. He shook his head again. “Baby, you’re not a woman.”
He said it simply. Stating a fact with no need for argument. Sanji just met his eyes, not backing down.
“I’m a woman and I’m not debating this with you.” She turned around, walking away from the still laughing man.
“Last call,” The bartender shouted out, ringing the bell to let the patrons know.
“What! But we only got here half an hour ago,” Zoro said, clutching his cocktail.
Sanji sighed, stirring the blue-cheese olive in her martini. Her smile stayed on her face as she slipped it in-between her lips, biting down to slip it off the cocktail stick.
“We’ll have another round. I’ll have a…” Sanji picked up the menu. “An amaretto fizz and he’ll have another whiskey sour.”
“Sorry ma’am,” The bartender said shrugging. “We don’t accept cocktail orders after the last call. Helps with the clean-up, ya know?”
Zoro growled to himself rubbing his forehead, but Sanji just nodded in agreement.
“Understood, in that case, he’ll have a whiskey straight and I’ll have a glass of your house merlot.”
“Sure.”
The bartender turned to get their drinks, Sanji taking another sip from her martini.
“I’m so fucking sorry,” Zoro mumbled. He thought if at least they missed dinner he could treat Sanji to cocktails at her favourite hotel bar.
He thought maybe he should ask Nami to show him how to use the GPS on his phone.
“It’s okay, babe, I appreciate the effort. I got to spend time with my Marimo after all.”
Zoro blinked at her. Unsure why she was being so cool about this. This was their first night out since what happened had happened. Sanji had spent the first two weeks in bed, curled into a ball. Only eating when Zoro made her, sitting on the bed and feeding spoonfuls into her mouth. Tears streaming from her blue eyes. Occasionally she’d stumble into the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine or gin from the cupboard. Not even sitting up to chain smoke through her plentiful supply of cigarettes until she had to cry for Zoro to bring her more. The swordsman felt himself grow angry just thinking about it, leaning over to grab Sanji’s hand.
She squeezed him back, smiling at the bartender as he brought their drinks. She reached for her purse to pull out her card and a tip.
“It’s cool, I got it.” Zoro fumbled in his pocket for his wallet, accidentally knocking his phone and keys onto the floor in the process.
He picked them up hurriedly, flicking through his wallet. He cursed, realising he only had a five, quickly handing his debit card to the bartender. The bartender nodded at him, reaching for the card machine- pressing the card against the contactless screen.
“Sorry, Sir,” They said. “Could you enter your pin?”
Zoro twitched, but took the machine, entering in the four digits. He handed the machine back to the bartender. Only for it to beep ominiously, the bartender looking at him sheepishly.
“Um… I’m sorry, Sir. Do you have another card?”
The swordsman didn’t think he could get any more embarrassed. Until his girlfriend fished out her own card, handing it to the server with a smile.
“Try mine,” She said sweetly.
The payment went through without any problems, Sanji leaving the bartender a small tip, and another thank you.
“Thanks, Curly,” Zoro mumbled, downing his glass of whiskey in one swallow. Trying to think of all the other ways he could fuck this night up.
“Aw, you leaving already!” Doffy grinned, kicking the door behind him as Sanji stood by the bed. Holding her coat in her hand.
“Yes, not that it’s any of your business.” She moved forward, planning on stepping past him.
Doffy leaned against the door, reaching down to click the lock in place. Sanji felt a chill fall down her spine.
“Could you please get out of the way,” She said, trying to keep her voice firm. “I’d like to leave.
Doffy just stepped forward. Pulling his pink jacket off to reveal his too-tight tank top underneath. His muscles rippling beneath the white fabric. He pulled his sunglasses off, throwing them onto the bed. Forcing Sanji to look into his beady little eyes.
“I think I know what your problem is,” Doffy said slowly. He reached out, clutching Sanji’s shoulders.
“I don’t have a problem!” She hissed.
Sanji grabbed his arms, taking them off her. Kicking his shin hard as she reached for the door. Doffy grabbed at her collar, throwing her smaller body onto the pile of coats on the bed. Sanji screamed, but no one heard her over the music from the party outside. Bile rose in her throat as Doffy climbed onto the bed. Straddling her.
“The fuck!” She screeched, trying to free her legs from where they were pinned under Doffy’s weight. “Get off me you freak!”
“You’ve got some balls calling me a freak.” Doffy reached down to grope at her crotch. Clearly thinking he was being clever. “You’re the one who thinks he’s a chick. But as I said, I’m pretty sure I know what your problem is.”
“Right now, my problem is the pervert on top of me!” Sanji spat in his face, trying to push him off.
But Doffy grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head. He leaned in, breathing over her. His vile breath making her feel dizzy.
“The stupid muscle head boyfriend of yours hasn’t been appreciating your sweet, twink body.” The blond man leaned in, licking a long stripe from her neck to her ear.
“Stop!” Sanji screamed out, coughing furiously as Doffy rested his weight on her. “Stop, now!”
“You don’t need to be a woman. You don’t need to be ashamed of your body. You’re beautiful, baby. Just the way you are.” Doffy laid wet kisses over her neck and ear. Still pressing Sanji into the bed.
Sanji screamed until a hand clapped over her mouth, telling him over and over to stop until she lost her voice. Doffy reached inside her clothes, squeezing her. Telling her over and over how beautiful she was. How she didn’t need to change a thing about herself. Misgendering her and telling her that he would show her how perfect her body was. She struggled desperately as he threw her thigh over his shoulder, pushing inside her. Trying to coax her by teasing at her sweet spot. Doffy smiled triumphantly as Sanji twitched under the unwelcome touch, her arousal growing slightly of its own accord. She didn’t want it- but she couldn’t stop it. He wouldn’t stop. She closed her eyes tight. Begging for it to be over.
Finally, Doffy rolled off her, collapsing on the coats, grinning at the ceiling. Sanji shivered next to him, staring dazed at the ceiling. Feeling his seed dripping out underneath her.
“See, Ji-Ji,” Doffy purred. Misreading her dazed expression entirely. “You’re beautiful just the way you are.”
Sanji didn’t respond. She jumped off the bed, wincing at the twinge of pain that shot through her. She fixed her clothes, grabbing her jacket and purse before hurrying out of the party. Not making eye contact with anyone during her beeline to the front door.
Tears fell down her face as she wandered the streets. Her hands shaking around her cigarette Too scared to go home and let Zoro see her like this. Too scared to go to the police in case they wanted to “check her for evidence.” She knew her makeup was ruined. Her hair too. It didn’t matter. She felt ruined. She felt broken.
Broken forever. Finally.
Sanji flicked her silver lighter, sucking on the cigarette between her lips as she walked with Zoro along the harbour. Her heels clicking against the cobbled streets.
“The moon looks so beautiful tonight, Marimo,” She sighed, stopping in her tracks.
She wrapped an arm around Zoro’s waist, turning to face the ocean. Sanji nuzzled against her boyfriend. Taking in his warmth. The familiar feeling of his touch as he ran a hand down her back. The cook stared out over the ocean. Listening to the waves lapping against the rocks. The full moon shone bright and large above them. Reflecting over the navy-blue ocean. Sanji counted the stars shining above them, her heart filled with love and warmth.
“I’m really sorry, Cook.”
“Fucks sake, Zoro.” Sanji shook her head. “You’ve apologised more over the course of this evening than you have since I’ve fucking met you.”
Zoro snorted air through his nose. His eyebrow creased. He’d tried so fucking hard to give Sanji a beautiful, romantic evening. And he’d ballsed everything up.
“Hey, Marimo.” Sanji reached up, cupping his cheek to force his eye to look at her.
She smiled warmly at him, her blue eyes sparkling like the stars on the ocean. She took a step forward, pressing her lips against his. A soft, beautiful hand reached up to caress his green hair as lips tenderly kissed against his. Moving against his. Tongue tip flicking against his. Zoro moaned into her mouth, wrapping his strong arms around her to hold her close.
They pulled back with a gasp, Sanji pressing her forehead against Zoro’s.
“If there is one thing I love, it’s an evening with my dorky swordsman,” She whispered. “And this has to be one of the dorkiness nights you’ve ever managed.”
Zoro scowled at her but didn’t say anything. Instead, he leaned in, kissing her again. Pouring all his love and devotion into the long kiss. Sanji’s cigarette falling forgotten to the ground. Zoro lost time as the world spun slowly around them. Their two bodies holding each other in the light of the moon, surrounded by the sounds of the ocean.
“I appreciate you, Zoro,” Sanji whispered. “I’m so lucky to have you in my life. I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” Zoro mumbled, bumping their noses together. “I’d do anything for you, babe.”
“I know.”
A growling noise from Zoro’s stomach caused Sanji to laugh in the kiss. The blonde pulled away, pinching his cheek teasingly.
“Come on shitty swordsman.” She stood up on her toes to press a playful kiss into his forehead. “Let’s get falafel.”
Sanji kept a firm grip on her Marimo as she led him to a greasy, hole-in-the-wall falafel place. Ordering them both large pitas with extra chili and halloumi. They sat together on a bench overlooking the ocean. Leaning their heads against each other. Sanji giggling every time Zoro got sauce on his face, leaning in to lick it off. They held each other close, sitting in silence until the sun started to rise, spraying the ocean in a golden light.
“I’m coming!” Doffy screeched as there was another demanding knock on the door of his house. He mumbled angrily, walking to the front door in his flamingo shorts and hot pink tank top.
Doffy, twisted the locks on his door, throwing it open.
He was met by three angry pairs of eyes. A straw hat was on the left, a cowboy hat with stupid facey stickers on it opposite him. A green seaweed head in the centre. All supporting faces made of thunder.
“Wow,” Doffy scoffed. “Three buff dudes showing up to my door unannounced.” His eyes trailed down Cowboy Hat, licking his lips as he stared at his tight abs, not hidden by a shirt. “What is this, my birthday?”
“You Doflamingo?” The green head hissed.
Doffy grinned.
“Yes.”
A large tanned hand pushed at his chest, shoving him backward. The three guys barged inside. Strawhat Boy kicking the door closed, turning all locks back.
“The fuck is going on here?” Doffy asked, eyes flicking between the three men.
Seaweed grabbed him by his tank top, shoving him against the wall. Doffy’s back hitting it was a smack. His house shaking. For the first time, his stomach twisted in fear. He turned his head, Strawhat Boy blocking the way to the door. He looked to the left, Cowboy Man blocking him from the other side. He swallowed. There was no way out. If he were alive when they left, there was nothing he could do about it. If he went to the police, he would be handing himself over to them for his countless outstanding warrants.
“What the fuck do you guys want?” He hissed. “What the hell is your problem.”
Seaweed didn’t say anything. He just stared forward, his dark eye burning into Doffy’s soul. The scar running over the opposite side making it look even more ominous.
Seaweed cracked his knuckles together, stepping towards Doffy.