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List of WIPs tag game

Prompt: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

thank u @echoghost1 & @bibliophilea for the tags <3

hoo boy, alright then here we go (preface: they're all one piece)

bathhouse teasing

sanuso week - sunday; time travel

zosanuso - age regression usopp

that's (boy) pussy babe

sanusoweek thursday - hanahaki

sanuso week - wednesday ; childhood friends - "merrily going"

sanuso inspo by unlim. cruise

feeling of doom

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i never planned that i would leave you there alone

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this fits them rly well i think

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lost time for @jackdaw-sprite

(send me a doodle request)

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im sick, aka best time to open doodle requests

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The blond at the sink, that was-

"Sanji?" The man didn't answer, but Usopp was sure he was- "Sanji!"

Sanji grumbled. "Can you wait a fucking minute for me to finish the dishes? I'll get you a damn snack-" Sanji cut himself off and whipped around. "You remember me?"

Usopp nodded. "We have- had something in common." His brows furrowed. "It wasn't something good."

Sanji hummed. "Sick mothers?"

"No- well yes, but there was something else too..." he trailed off, eyes drifting around the galley. The man- swordsman, was sitting on the floor against the kitchen island. His eye was closed. "Is he asleep?" Usopp whispered.

"Probably not, what with how constipated he's been the last little while." Upset. The man was upset about something? Usopp felt the urge to tell one of his funnier stories.

"We both like fish," Sanji added, "and I've eaten some real nasty fucking fish. Last one was probably that time we were all-"

Usopp crouched down in front of the swordsman. Despite his rough exterior, he seemed like a zealous man when it came to his crew. Yet he was also oblivious at times, such as this one. Being all reticent instead of acting on his observant nature, like an idiot.

"You know I love you," Usopp whispered, "so why won't you tell me?"

Zoro's eye snapped open, wide and searching. Usopp startled, falling back on his butt.

"What did you say?" Zoro asked, voice quiet and breathy.

"I-"

Usopp's hand slipped from his cheek.

"When did I...? Oh shit!" The man had his full attention on Usopp, looking oddly hopeful. "Sorry, I-I don't know what happened; one minute I was staring at you and the next-" He scooted back and waved his hands in front of him, before quickly hiding the offending one behind his back. "I messed up, but please don't kill me!"

The man's eye cast downward. "Right."

"I promise it won't happen... again..." Usopp said, slowly trailing off as the man stood. He felt an odd sort of ache in his chest.

"Cook, I'm taking a walk." Don't follow me, don't bring it up unless someone asks.

The ache started to grow.

"You don't..." Don't have to leave. Don't have to avoid me. I'm sorry, I don't mean it- I don't mean any of it. You're hurting and it's my fault and you need to leave to stop hurting so much, but please don't go. I'm sorry I did this. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry-

The door creaked as it swung shut.

"Hey, Sanji?" There was an answering hum. "Is there a reason that guy acts so weird around me?"

"He's in love with you and the brief moments of clarity you seem to have only make it worse." Even I feel bad for him.

Usopp whipped his head up. "He's in love with-?!"

Usopp blinked, stared at the fabric of Sanji's slacks.

"Hey, Sanji?" There was an answering sigh. It sounded tired. "Is there a reason that guy acts so weird around me?"

He felt a pat on his head. "Nothing you need to worry about until your memories come back." You never remember. "Luffy, Robin-chan, and Brook should be back soon. He'll be fine then."

"Oh, okay." Usopp deflated.

"Cheer up, you'll be back to your usual self in no time." Sanji tugged Usopp up and ushered him to the dining table. "How about I fix up that snack I mentioned earlier?"

"Sure, I guess." He drew circles in the tablecloth with his finger, trying to remember what the man's face looked like. "Can you make onigiri?"

In the corner of his vision, Sanji froze. When Usopp looked up at him proper, he was turned away. "Yeah," Sanji said, voice a little fond, a little sad. "Yeah, I can do that."

(Nami, about Zoro, to an amnesiac Usopp)

"Oh c'mon, he's a swell guy. When things aren't so hectic he laughs as loud as anyone else." She elbowed his arm. "He'd smile and drink you under the table in no time."

Usopp stared at the imposing, frowning man with the piercing gray eye. "I think he'd put me through the table, actually," he whispered.

The gray eye turned on him. "Not unless you give me a reason to." Usopp did not squeak, but he did find solace in hiding- no, observing- behind Nami's back.

The man sighed, his frown turning softer. Sadder. "I'm not gonna bite."

Not unless you want me to.

The thought was foreign and abrupt, sliding through his mind without hesitation nor full substance. There one moment, gone the next.

Usopp blinked a few times. "...I didn't know that was a possibility," he said, voice slow and dragging. He shook his head a little, bringing his voice back to its usual anxious pep. "How do I know you're not just tricking this poor girl...?" Something didn't feel quite right about that. Like if anyone was to be in charge of trickery and scams it would be this 'Nami' instead of the scary man.

The man shrugged, his shoulders rising and falling far slower than they should. "You don't."

Nami growled. "Hey-"

"What? He's scared shitless, nothing I say is gonna help." The man turned, making to walk off. "I'll help the cook restock the pantry or something." The pantry was restocked earlier that morning. "Yell if you need me."

Wait, Usopp wanted to say. Please stop, you don't deserve to lock yourself away just because I did something stupid. Come back and try again, I'll be better this time- do better this time- just wait-

Like water through a sieve, the thoughts slipped away.

The man left.

"Zoro's really nice," Usopp said. "Stupid, but nice."

Nami gasped, turning to grab Usopp by his shoulders. "Did you remember something? You remember Zoro?"

Usopp blinked. Stared at her close proximity. "Er, what are you talking about? And who's Zoro?"

Nami sighed, slumping against his chest. "No good, huh? Well no worries on that, we've still got Robin's theory that-"

Usopp hardly heard her explanation, his gaze glued to the galley door. Despite the lack of appetite, he found himself craving a snack.

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this is also partially inspired by the same fic by @gegnabean but without all the blood bc i just really liked the image of sanji eating out usopp djkfhgdf

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caught red handed

(inspired by @gegnabean's fic Two Idiot Virgins Experience A Period For The First Time)

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the original offender (laptop background)

*stares at desktop background for a minute* holy fuck i could do a sanuso witchcraft works au <- wants to redraw soooo many screenshots

for those unaware, imagine a dude who is constantly a damsel in distress, and terrified a lot of the time but still does what he thinks is right. and a girl who is his stoic and staunch protector, very much down to flirt/get physically affectionate, puts the dude's wellbeing above her own, and is a witch who primarily uses fire and bursts into flames (also they were childhood friends but for some reason dude doesn't remember it). also the dude's got his own sorta fire powers and a lot of people are after him, but dw about that :)

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ouogh

*stares at desktop background for a minute* holy fuck i could do a sanuso witchcraft works au <- wants to redraw soooo many screenshots

for those unaware, imagine a dude who is constantly a damsel in distress, and terrified a lot of the time but still does what he thinks is right. and a girl who is his stoic and staunch protector, very much down to flirt/get physically affectionate, puts the dude's wellbeing above her own, and is a witch who primarily uses fire and bursts into flames (also they were childhood friends but for some reason dude doesn't remember it). also the dude's got his own sorta fire powers and a lot of people are after him, but dw about that :)

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do you see my vision

*stares at desktop background for a minute* holy fuck i could do a sanuso witchcraft works au <- wants to redraw soooo many screenshots

for those unaware, imagine a dude who is constantly a damsel in distress, and terrified a lot of the time but still does what he thinks is right. and a girl who is his stoic and staunch protector, very much down to flirt/get physically affectionate, puts the dude's wellbeing above her own, and is a witch who primarily uses fire and bursts into flames (also they were childhood friends but for some reason dude doesn't remember it). also the dude's got his own sorta fire powers and a lot of people are after him, but dw about that :)

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*stares at desktop background for a minute* holy fuck i could do a sanuso witchcraft works au <- wants to redraw soooo many screenshots

for those unaware, imagine a dude who is constantly a damsel in distress, and terrified a lot of the time but still does what he thinks is right. and a girl who is his stoic and staunch protector, very much down to flirt/get physically affectionate, puts the dude's wellbeing above her own, and is a witch who primarily uses fire and bursts into flames (also they were childhood friends but for some reason dude doesn't remember it). also the dude's got his own sorta fire powers and a lot of people are after him, but dw about that :)

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lil zosanuso thing that i didn't manage to make long enough for op gift exchange and is technically for @redriotinggg ; enjoy

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“Well, that’s an issue.”

It was one of their more mundane island stops this time around. Usopp assumed that since they hadn’t had a single fight, nor spotted any marine presence, that they’d get a nice relaxing trip where nothing went wrong for a change.

Of course, the one time he decided to be optimistic for a change…

“Usopp, you stay here,” Sanji said. “Me and the mossball will check if there’s a real shop in there and we’ll bring back what you need.”

Usopp glared at the caltrop lined path leading into the cave.  

“Usopp.” 

He groaned. “But this our first shopping trip in forever. I wanna explore cool shops with you guys! I can handle a few caltrops.” 

“They could be poisoned.”

Usopp whirled on Zoro. “I know that, but I’m wearing boots and I’ll be careful!” He squinted at Zoro. “And wouldn’t you guys have the same problem?”

Zoro raised his foot. A black sheen covered it to about halfway up his shin. He raised his brow.

Usopp deflated. “Of course. The one thing none of you can explain properly to save your lives. What was I expecting.” He sighed. “I guess you’ll have to go without me.” He made an exaggerated sniffling noise. “Enjoy the magic junk shop and all its weird glass lenses.”

Sanji rolled his eyes, his lip quirking up. “What do you suggest?”

Usopp grinned. “Glad you asked! One of you carries me the whole time and the other—”

Sanji laughed. “I meant about the lenses. Though,”—he leaned in close to Usopp’s face—“I certainly don’t mind carrying my princess around wherever he desires.”

Warmth filled his cheeks. “I thought we agreed no ‘princess’ outside of—of sexy times!” he hissed.

“We did.” Zoro picked Usopp up in a bridal carry in one swift movement. “Lost your privileges, Cook.”

“What—but—I was trying to—!”

“No buts!” Usopp said. “Also, I need someone to hold up the lenses for me and I don’t trust Zoro to handle small pieces of glass without crushing them.”

“Hey.”

—

When they returned to Sunny hours later, Usopp was asleep on Zoro’s back, his hand twined with Sanji’s, and a little drawstring pouch tied to his wrist, clinking with each step.

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a boy can dream

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ha, gay

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a gift (not a burden)

Ao3 Link | Chapter 3

Chapter 4: Fuck you, I'm in it for us

Usopp was home. He was home he was home he was home!

He was snotty and gross and covered in still healing wounds, but none of that mattered because Luffy was beside him and the others were around him and their new ship just flew through the sky and he was home, he was home, he was really—

Sanji picked up Usopp and brought him to his chest in a crushing hug. Usopp did his best to hug back, his dwindling tears returning full force. Ugly sobs and mangled sorries tumbled from his lips one by one until Sanji pulled him back and kissed him, hard and insistent.

When Usopp calmed against him, when he started to kiss back, Sanji pulled away again. Usopp stared at him. Confused, hopeful, and tingly all over.

“I don’t need anymore time to think,” Sanji said. “I never did; I’ve known the answer all along. I was just scared of messing things up.” He pressed his forehead to Usopp’s, heedless of the long nose curving against his own. “But not anymore.”

Usopp hiccupped. “Y-You’re sure? You don’t mind?”

“Mind?” Sanji laughed, a wet sheen over his eye. “Usopp, being with you would be a gift, not a burden.”

A swell of emotion too big for Usopp’s skeptic heart welled up in his throat. His lips wobbled as he tried not to burst into tears for a third time today.

“Usopp,”—Sanji pulled back the slightest bit, a hand cupping Usopp’s cheek—“will you marry me?”

“Yes, I’ll—” He paused. “NO! What the hell?! Dating comes first!”

Sanji grinned. “If you say so!”

Somehow, Usopp felt as if he’d been tricked— 

Sanji pressed a giggling kiss to his lips, twirling him around in his arms.

—but he found he didn’t mind in the slightest.

—

Hours later, Sanji’s hands hovered above Usopp’s bare mark. “Can I…?”

Usopp looked away, his cheeks gaining a red undertone. “Go ahead.”

He pressed his naked side further into the aquarium lounge—aquarium lounge!—bench, Sanji sat in front of him with his hand hovering between them.

Sanji let his hand rest on Usopp’s chest. Usopp flinched, but didn’t move away.

Sanji stared at it. Circled the pad of his finger around the bottle’s edges. Pressed another finger to the hat. It was the definitive proof that no matter how he led his life, how he was raised, whatever hell he might’ve endured with the slightest change in events, he would’ve always stayed a chef at heart. 

He would’ve always been able to hold onto his dreams. His interests. Just like his mom wanted.

Fuck.

“Sanji?”

“Sorry,” Sanji hastily wiped the tears from his eyes. “Sorry, it’s just nice knowing I was always going to be a chef, no matter what happened to me.”

Usopp’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean—?”

“Another time,” he said. A particularly strong shiver jostled Sanji’s finger. “Are you cold?”

“N-No.” Usopp turned his face towards the aquarium glass.

Sanji continued tracing. Another shiver wracked Usopp. He leaned forward to whisper in his ear, low and husky, “Are you sure?”

Usopp’s breath hitched. Warmth pooled in Sanji’s gut with the sound. “Because if you were, I’d be happy to warm you up.” He let his hand slip down to cup Usopp’s pec, his thumb rubbing right over his mark. “Let me show you how much my love burns for you, Usopp.” 

The skin under his hands grew tense. Sanji paused, pulled back to see Usopp’s eyes screwed shut and his shoulders up to his ears.

Ah. Sanji pulled his hands away. He slowly nuzzled Usopp’s nose with his own. “Too much?” Usopp started to shake his head. “It’s alright, just please, be honest.”

Usopp deflated in his seat with a sigh. “A little, yeah.” He tugged on Sanji’s hands, pulling him down the couch and guiding him to lay on him. “H-How about this instead?”

Sanji rubbed his cheek against Usopp’s chest. “Works for me.”

“Sanji.”

“Kidding!” 

A fond smile grew on his lips. He wrapped a few of Usopp’s stray curls around his finger and hummed, pressing a soft kiss above Usopp’s heart.

“This is perfect.”

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a gift (not a burden)

Ao3 Link | Chapter 2 | Chapter 4

Chapter 3: You're not in it for me

Merry. Merry was all that mattered now. She and Usopp were going to sail the seas, all on their own. No one to tell them what to do, to try and get rid of them for being weak, to… slap their backs and call them great. Call them friends. Crewmates.

Usopp stuck a new plank on the hull, hammering it down hard enough to leave his arm shaking. 

They were gone. Usopp left. None of that mattered anymore.

Even if he had said some stupid things, he couldn’t go back. Couldn’t try to fix it. Not that he wanted to—not that he had said anything wrong.

He swung the hammer again, missing the plank entirely and hitting his thumb. He cursed, shaking out his hand before sticking it in his mouth.

Luffy… no, he wasn’t going to think about that bastard. What’s done is done and Usopp wouldn’t leave Merry behind, no matter what. But Sanji…

He clenched his fist. 

It was the truth. Usopp saw it written all over Sanji’s face then—hell, he’d seen it since the man first introduced himself, cuffs rolled up just enough to show off his wrists for all to see. 

It was the truth.

So why did it feel like it wasn’t?

— 

Stupid stupid stupid. Sanji ground his palm into his eye.

He should’ve stepped in sooner, should’ve pulled Usopp aside, should’ve— 

He mussed up his hair in frustration before turning over in bed. Luffy’s face smushed into Chopper’s hat greeted him. His arms were wrapped twice over around Chopper himself. Sanji’s discarded tie was gripped tight in one of his hands.

Sanji sighed under his breath. He slowly eased himself off the bed and snuck out of the room, tiptoeing around the mossball sleeping on the floor.

The hotel had an open window at the end of the hall. Sanji leaned against it, pulling out a cigarette. 

What right did he have to pull Usopp aside back then? What authority? He couldn’t even sincerely tell him that he loved him for him, not just some mark on his skin. How was he supposed to convince him to calm down and think things through when Sanji had yet to do the same?

Think, Sanji. Usopp might not be part of the crew right now—yes, right now, because he couldn’t bear to think of the alternative—but he could do this one thing. So that when Usopp returned, when not if, he would have a proper answer for him.

Think. Think.

He pressed his fingers to his temples and screwed his eyes shut. Did he like Usopp for Usopp? Was it just remnants of that conversation with his mother, with Zeff and the others, that made him want this so badly? 

He thought of Usopp, laughing loud and carefree. Thought of Usopp, in awe and shouting his praise for Sanji’s cooking. Thought of Usopp, conentrated with a single minded focus on his inventions. 

Thought of Usopp, utterly relaxed and laid out on his lap, eyes closed and sighing in pleasure.

Thought of Usopp, now. 

Hurt. Alone. Spiraling.

He took a shaky drag of his cigarette.

Was he eating enough? Getting balanced meals that would help along the healing process? Was he even tending to his wounds or was he so caught up in his anger he hadn’t bothered?

Sanji leaned his head on the window pane, staring out towards the shore.

“Take care of yourself, moron,” he muttered to himself. “Or I’ll come over there and kick you.”