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Mysterious Siren (Angel of Music, Harry Hook x Fem!OCReader) - Chapter One

Hi everyone! I’m so happy everyone has been enjoying this story so far! Here’s the next part, I hope you enjoy! If anyone wants to be added to the tag list let me know! 

Summary: 11 years later, Harry Hook is plagued by nightmares always relating to a child in a meadow. With Uma gone, Harry is temporarily in charge, which means he has to deal with the odd events occurring in the market. While investigating, Harry meets a new VK who is alarmingly alluring and familiar.

Word Count - 2,230 

Warnings: Angst, Nightmares, Brief Language

11 Years Later…

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Awakening (Angel of Music, Harry Hook x Fem!OCReader) - Chapter Five

Hi guys! Sorry this took so long, definitely didn’t post it as soon as I wanted but it’s still dark out so let’s pretend it’s on time! I hope you guys enjoy!! Let me know if you want to be added to the Taglist!

Summary: Harry and Azalea stumble deeper down the rabbit hole of their relationship, an interesting reunion plays out, while tensions heat up the Siren and Pirate. While across the seas a realization has Fairy Godmother shocked to the core.

Warning(s): Language, Mentions of Blood, Sexual Tension

Word Count: 4,380

Harry Hook was a drug. Azalea simply could not get enough of him. Her half an hour trips were filled with wandering hands and kisses as she was pressed up against the closest withering dead tree. She felt like she was flying when she was with him, her heart threatening to burst at the seams. The pull to each other only intensified, an unquenchable thirst had them counting the seconds until they would see each other again. She was head over heels for the Pirate, her buried feelings bubbling over the rim. Azalea had never felt more alive, but that statement could be taken for what it was, the poor girl had not experienced much. Harry had never felt so happy? He could not find the correct words to describe the pounding sensation he felt in his heart every time he looked at Azalea or the way his heart almost hurt when he kissed her and when she would whisper his name between those kisses. His chest was always tight when they were apart, like he could not breathe until she was back in his arms. It was an odd situation and new feelings were arising in them both, but they both welcomed it with open minds. The two were not easily separated either. Every night proved difficult for Azalea to return home, “One more” turning to dozens of kisses as Harry’s arms stayed locked around her. A Pirate and a Siren, the irony was not lost on them.

A week since the night on The Lost Revenge, Harry returned to Ursula’s Fish and Chips, the motley crew still hanging there in the absence of their Captain.. His lips were still swollen, a result of spending his past half an hour with Azalea at their secret cliff, as he walked through the shabby seaweed green swinging doors entering the restaurant. He checked his sword into the barrel and sauntered over to the counter, hopping over with ease. He plopped down next to Gil, the boy still choking down yolks. Cook emerged from the kitchen handing a tray of fish and chips to Harry, before bustling over to deliver more trays of slimy seafood to villainous customers. Harry picked at his tray besides Gil, the two of them silently eating, as the obsolete television droned on about “VK Day”, the picking of next four set to occur in a little over a month. Harry still felt that Azalea should apply, he did not feel like an important enough reason to stay.

“I said together or not at all” her breathing labored and swollen lips parted as she was flushed against Harry’s body and the rough tree bark. “Don’t let that go to your massive ego either, I’m not leaving my parents”. Harry opened his mouth to argue her reasoning and her statement about his ego, but her soft warm lips pressed against his once again, silencing the Son of Hook immediately.

Harry, of course, did not want Azalea to leave, but the selfless thought kept eating away at the back of his mind. Harry knew things between them were going well, too well, and life was bound to throw him a curveball soon. Nothing good ever lasted for the Pirate: his mother, his childhood friendship with Azalea, the attempt to get the wand, even his Captain was gone. The Isle ruined everything and everyone Harry came in contact with, he feared for Azalea. Nothing good survived the Isle.

An hour later, most of the crew had left, going on their assigned routes, back home, or to the ship. Harry and Gil remained at the Chip Shop counting the revenue collected on several of the crew’s routes, conducted earlier in the night. The task proved to be difficult, neither of the boys knowing how to count very well. “Hey who was that girl the other night on the ship, the one with the cool mask?” Gil buzzed attempting to stake the rusty coins into a looming tower. Harry’s head snapped up, how did Gil know about her? “You - You saw her?” Harry quizzed surprised, Azalea had not mentioned meeting the blonde boy, but then again the two did not talk much that night. “Yeah man, she disarmed me of my sword and then I showed her to your room!” Harry narrowed his eyes at Gil, his face scrunching up confused, there was a lot to process in that sentence. A random girl, to Gil, showed up, disarmed him, and he showed her to Harry’s room, no questions asked? Harry opened his mouth to chastise the boy, but loud clanking metal pulled both of their attentions away from the conversation and to the flimsy doors. Harry heard the clanking continue, the sound of swords clashing, before a loud disgruntled groan was heard. Harry curiously jumped over the counter, the movement knocking down Gil’s coin tower, earning a “Hey!” from the Son of Gaston. Harry ignored his First Mate, rushing out the door, grabbing his sword from the sword check barrel in the process. Outside the fishy restaurant was an unkempt filthy Pirate down on his knees, an unpolished blackened sword pressed to the back of his neck while a shining freshly sharpened sword was pressed to the front of his neck. A small stream of blood trickled down his prickly neck as a hooded black figure held the swords keeping the Pirate down. “I dare you to finish that sentence” the figure seethed, Harry instantly recognizing the otherworldly voice, a proud smile appearing on his face. “What’s this lass?” The hooded figure’s head shot up the white mask, belonging to the girl he adored, reflecting Ursula’s glowing eyes on it. Azalea’s hardened eyes melted at the sight of the Pirate in the red leather jacket, an almost wicked smile creeping onto her lips. “Ol’ pegleg here made a very crude remark, decided to show him that’s no way to treat a lady” she smirked pressing the swords tighter around the one legged man’s throat. Harry’s smirk dropped at her words, a menacing look taking over, his blue eyes darkening as his anger and mild crazy took over. His grip on his hook tightened strutting over to the grounded pirate. Harry ran his hook across the man’s face, a look of fear already existent. Harry looked to Azalea nodding for her to remove the swords. She immediately drops her tight stance, tossing the pirate’s blackened sword over the docks and into the sea below. Harry lifted the man up by the lapels of his jacket, “If ye even look at her again,” Harry grinned maniacally, accent thicker as he returned his hook to the man’s dirty face trailing it down his neck, “I’ll do more than just hook ye, I’ll feed ye to the crocodiles!” The man nodded rapidly, before Harry finally let him go.

The man quickly limped away as Harry turned to look at a smiling Azalea, his dark crazy edge creeping away at the sight. “The crocodiles huh?” Harry rolled his eyes at the girl, Gil’s head popping out of the restaurant, curious as to why Harry had not returned yet. “What happ- Hey! It’s you again!” Gil grinned rushing out to greet Azalea. “Hi Gil” Azalea giggled as the blonde Pirate scooped the Siren up into a bear hug. “Harry, this is the cool girl I was talking about!” Harry scoured at the sight before him, he was not used to Azalea being around anyone, he always had her to himself. “What are you doing down here Lass?” Harry grumbled, practically pulling the curvy girl from Gil’s tight grip. Azalea laughed turning to the obviously jealous Harry, a small pout on his lips. She was apprehensive to dish out why she had snuck out and down to the docks in search of the young hook wielding Pirate. What if he did not want to? What if he laughed her face? The Isle was not exactly the place where this occurred.. She bit her lip, her brown eyes shifting over to watch an eavesdropping Gil, unsure whether to tell her reasoning with him around. After all, Harry had a reputation to maintain… Harry caught on to her flickering eyes and cautious silence, instantly shooing his First Mate away. The Son of Gaston frowned, “Bye masked girl” “It’s Azalea” she corrected him. Harry sent her a questioning glare, what happened to the Mysterious Siren who wiped memories from the Market almost 3 weeks? “What? He’s a friend Harry” Azalea threw back, eyebrows raised questioningly. Gil smiled at her words, “Well, bye Azalea!” “Bye Gil!” Once he stepped back into the Chip Shop, Azalea turned to Harry, a nervous smile on her face. “My mom wants to meet you...again” she clarified watching Harry’s face. Harry’s eyes lifted in surprise, not what he had expected, and they furrowed along with his dark eyebrows. “How did she find about-” Harry gestured to the two of them, last he knew Azalea had not disclosed the recent development in their relationship to her mother… yet. Azalea rolled her eyes as she pushed her leather hood off, sweeping a mass of curls off her shoulders, Harry’s eyes trailing down her neck. Three small purplish red marks adorned her pale skin, “these are kinda a dead giveaway”. A prideful smirk worked its way onto the Pirate’s face as he lifted his cold metal hook to carefully trace over the sensitive skin. “I’m sorry Lass” Harry’s pleased grin, looked anything but. Azalea squinted her eyes at the devilishly handsome Pirate, her drug, the sarcasm oozing from her next statement, “Oh I’m sure you are”.

Harry never thought he would ever be in this position, especially on the Isle. They boy was almost nervous as he treaded up the now familiar pathway, the next afternoon. He had raged turf wars less frightening than this, kidnapped the King with ease and confidence. That was his area of expertise, he was good at being bad, but this was uncharted terrain. How bad was he going to be at trying to be good? Harry’s boots crunched on his way through the poorly plotted out tombstones, not a single straight line or clear direction found amongst them. “Look at what the crocodile dragged in!” Harry looked up at the second chained iron gate, seeing a white and black clothing smiling figure. He smirked observing the unmasked girl on the other side of the gate, “Look at what the chandelier dropped in”. Azalea’s eyes widened at the mentioning of her father’s infamous evil act, dropping the massive chandelier on unassuming opera patrons. “You did not just say that” Azalea laughed. “Aye Lassie, you started it with Tick-Tock” Harry quipped back as Azalea unlocked the gate for him to enter. Harry slid through, a nervous smile on his face as he looked down at the equally nervous Azalea. She quickly hopped up placing a quick peck on his lips, before asking “Are you ready?” “Nope” “Yeah me either”. The two interlocked hands and headed up to the small hidden house.

Opening the door, the basically empty house made Harry’s eyebrows furrow, “um?” “I told you looks could be deceiving!” Azalea smiled pushing the rusting white fridge to the side, revealing a hidden stone staircase underneath. “What the fuck!” Harry eyed the staircase an impressed look crossing his face. Azalea gestured for him to follow her as she started her descent down the stairs. At the bottom, a warm glow welcomed them along with a soft singing voice. Exiting the small hallway, Harry gaps at the magnificent stone cavern before him. Hundreds of candles burned creating a warm light around the whole house, the layout open exposing almost every corner of the house, besides the two closed doors diagonally across the house from each other. There was a slight exposed upper level, a kitchen in the far right, an organ in beautiful condition in the room next door. Before him was the empty living room, the furniture worn but not abused and ruined. Like many villains on the Isle, their homes were transported here when they were banished. His father and mother had the Jolly Roger, Maleficent had Bargain Castle, and the Phantom must have gotten his hand carved stone house from beneath the Opera House. On the upper level, just to his left and up the small staircase was a cluttered room with an equally cluttered desk and bookshelf. The singing woman stood before the bookshelf, placing a few books back onto the almost full bookshelf. “This is amazing” Harry announced gaining the attention of the curly haired woman. “Harry!” She grinned excitedly, a slight accent detected amongst her voice, as she rushed down the small steps on his left. The woman threw her arms around him pulling him into a tight embrace. “Mom!” Azalea exclaimed blushing embarrassed. “Sorry” Christine stated pulling back to examine Harry closely. Christine looked almost the same from when he was a boy: wearing white, her brown curls pinned back, her peachy lips stretched into a grin, and her brown eyes glistening. Harry knew where Azalea had gained most of her beauty from. The only thing new was the slight grey strands hidden in her curls and the wrinkles forming around the corners of her eyes. “I’m so happy you came” she announced. Harry nodded in response unsure of what to say, afraid of saying the wrong thing. “I wasn’t sure you’d come,” Christine continued softly, “I’m so sorry about what happened when you were a boy, I should’ve stepped in, fought harder against it”. Harry recalled Christine’s distraught face from that horrible day, the Phantom’s determined protective one surfacing too. Harry had wanted to be mad when his memories first returned, but Azalea’s presence seemed to simmer the urge that night. Perhaps he had missed his forgotten friend so dearly he did not want to waste time, or it was the alluring attraction between them that dowsed the anger. His kohl rimmed eyes flickered over to Azalea’s hopeful expression before returning back to Christine’s sincere eyes. “It’s okay, I forgive you.” The words felt foreign on revenge filled Harry’s mouth, but they were sincerely true, it was not Christine’s fault. The Phantom would of made sure it happened despite his wife’s retaliation, the fear for his gifted child too strong.

Christine’s smile widened, nodding softly as a silent understanding passed between them. Christine turned to her daughter, her practical spitting image, “Show him around while I find something for us to eat”. Her mother climbed back up the stairs, walking around to the far right where the small marble kitchen was. Azalea nodded at Harry, queuing him to follow, as she walked across the living room to one of the closed mahogany doors. Azalea opened the large door stepping inside, Harry following suit. It was a decent sized bedroom, bigger than anything Harry had ever had, with a large red circular bed pressed against the back wall, cream colored curtains draped around it, and small window above it. Harry smirked at the window, knowing precisely how the little sneaky Siren escaped at night. Harry looked at the white desk, sketches and books scattered it, right by the door and the chipping white wardrobe on the other side of the door. Next to the wardrobe was a small fireplace chiseled into the stone and a small black chair, a black leather violin case seated carefully on it. “This is my room” Azalea shrugged. The room was as elegant and alluring as the girl beside him. “Ah, so this is where you lie awake at night thinking of me!” Harry teases earning a soft punch to his left arm. Christine eyes the pair from the kitchen, their electric current pulsating strongly before her knowing eyes. The same undeniable chemistry between them, as from when they were children, only now it was stronger, a sleeping bud bursting into bloom. Her husband’s overprotective face popped into the Soprano’s mind, a problem the happy two would inevitably have to face, but not today.

Azalea pushed her hair forward, hoping to cover any marks Harry may have left in his awake, during their nightly “meeting”. She descended down the stairs, pushing the red button to once again conceal the staircase, and entered the living room where her parents sat waiting. Her mother looked at Azalea’s flushed skin, messy hair and swollen lips, a knowing smirk on her face. Christine, perhaps, should have been more concerned with the recent development in Harry and Azalea’s relationship, but the hopeless romantic knew the two of them could only be kept apart for so long. Today’s secret lunch had only confirmed her 11 year suspicion, Harry Hook was her daughter’s True Love... She had never told Azalea about her theory, afraid to cause her daughter even more heartache, but now that they had found each other again, Christine knew she had to find a way to tell her. Erik, was living in an ignorant bliss as to his daughter’s appearance. She was not bloody and injured, that was the only thing he noticed. “No incidents Papa” Azalea smiled leaning down to kiss both of her parent’s cheeks, ready to climb into her comfortable bed. “Angel would you sit down for a moment?” Her father asked, tone unreadable. Azalea eyed her mother nervously, had he found out about Harry? Her mother discreetly shook her head no, reading the terror in the girl’s eyes. Azalea internally let out a sigh of relief, she was not ready for that conversation argument with her father. She sat down on the couch next to her father waiting for him to delve into his announcement. “I’ve been thinking, you have been doing exceptionally well during your night trips. Perhaps it may be time to try something new…” Azalea looked at her father questioningly, would this affect her time with Harry? “Tomorrow afternoon I am allowing you to go down to the center of the Isle for an hour”. The shock rang through the house, Azalea and Christine both stunned by Erik’s words. A slow smile worked its way onto Azalea’s face the realization hitting, “Papa really?” Before the unmasked man could even respond, Azalea was tackling him into a hug. The man laughed returning his daughter’s eager embrace, he knew he needed to loosen his leash on her. He trusted her, truly, but he did not trust the world. His daughter pulled back hopping over to her mother excitedly. He eyed the almost unrecognizable girl besides him, wondering where the time went. What had happened to his small 4 year old chubby daughter, who sat with him at the organ, singing the sheet music before her with ease? What happened to the child he caught wearing his mask, pretending to slam down on the organ keys dramatically? Where was his toddler who used to run through the stone house, giving him a heart attack at every sharp turn and stumble? She had matured and transformed into a woman overnight. He looked to his beautiful daughter, the one he so desperately wanted to protect and hide from the harsh world, but a bittersweet feeling came over him. She did not need his constant protection as much...

The old clock that hung from Azalea’s wall read 3:15 a.m., she was tossing in bed, an odd warm feeling falling over her. She was so thrilled that her father was finally trusting her to go out during the day, she could not wait to see her Pirate. The warmth in her body seemed to catch ablaze at the thought of Harry. She wanted, NO, needed to see him. Azalea threw the covers off her, climbing out of bed, and headed to her wardrobe.

Harry could not explain the feeling inside, the odd drive pushing him to the graveyard. He felt as if he could not breathe, needing to see the Siren, who he had luckily already seen twice today. Harry was not sure how he was going to get through or over the large locked gate, but he was determined to try. Creaking metal hinges, pulled the Pirate’s head up, someone emerging from the graveyard. The black cloak and white mask made his lungs feel even tighter. The Siren was dressed in a faded black puffy pirate shirt tucked into a dark red skirt, her signature white missing. She was dressed in his colors, Harry groaned his ocean eyes shifting to a stormy blue. Azalea finally looked up seeing Harry’s intense gaze and frozen white and black figure in front of her. His signature red jacket missing… “What are you doing here?” Azalea sounded breathless, the strong force making them both take a large step closer. “Had to see ya, can’t explain it” Harry panted, practically sweating despite the Isle’s signature cold nights. “Me too” they both stepped closer at her response, only a few feet left now in front of them. “This isn’t some Siren call is it?” Harry tried to tease but it came out choppy and almost desperate sounding. “No why would it be affecting me too?” The air between them was stifling as the heat radiated off of them, polluting the night. Azalea and Harry watched each other the pull becoming harder to resist. Two magnets when in close proximity will actually draw each other in, until they connect. Harry and Azalea practically fell into each other's arms, kisses sloppy and misguided. Azalea ran her bare hands through Harry’s dark messy hair, tugging gently on the ends. Harry let out a pleased moan, muttering “cliff?” Azalea pulled back, her mask hiding her deep blush, “I was thinking your room?”. Harry’s eyes widened, inhaling sharply, were they really taking that step? He observed the girl who turned timid underneath his gaze, her lips red from his mouth. A Pirate and a Siren, how ironic. Harry nodded slowly dipping back down to kiss Azalea feverishly. Harry would let her lead him to his demise any day…

The next morning, the Daughter of Maleficent, sauntered through the empty halls of Auradon Prep. Summer was in session, the students returning home for the two month break. Excluding official Royal business, Mal did not expect to be back at Auradon Prep so soon after graduation. Ben, Jay, Evie, and her had just graduated a few weeks prior, the group clad in long blue gowns and caps. Mal smiled at the memory, she never thought she would have gotten here. Mal stopped outside the large extravagant hand carved Teakwood door, the blue and pink sign reading, “Head Mistress~Fairy Godmother”. Mal knocked heavily, hearing a “come in” shouted from the other side. Mal opened the door poking her purple head through the door first, “Hi Mal!” Fairy Godmother greeted ushering for the girl to enter fully. “Hi Fairy Godmother, you wanted to see me?” The woman in light blue sat behind her teakwood desk, more hand carved designs embellishing the wood. “Yes dear, I’m afraid I need your help identifying two people.” Mal furrowed her eyebrows at the odd request, moving to stand by Fairy Godmother’s side. The Headmistress handed Mal a grainy photo taken from a surveillance cam at the Isle’s Docks dated for last week. The two unidentified people were villain kids, a Pirate in a red leather jacket adorning a hook and a girl in a black hood and a white mask covering most of her face. “That’s Harry, Son of Hook and I’ve never seen the girl before, but I can only assume she is the rumored child of the Phantom.” Mal concludes placing the photo back down onto Fairy Godmother’s desk. “Rumored?” Fairy Godmother questioned looking down at the photo again, the blurry white mask almost taunting the woman. “Every villain has a kid, but we only ever saw him. But he bought a lot of fabric and food for a man of such a thin build.” The Headmistress nodded looking off into thought. “Did they do something?” Mal pondered, wondering why exactly the woman had requested an audience with her over something like this. She expected more VK Day preparations… Fairy Godmother looked back up at Mal, “do you recall Good Use of Magic class?” Mal nodded, vaguely remembering the class from her first year at Auradon Prep, waiting for her to continue. “Well remember when we discussed the topic of True Love’s aura?” Mal nodded once again, “Yes and how it is unseen to many”. “Yes well, it first shows up on my radar,” Fairy Godmother tapped her computer screen, “ when they share True Love’s First Kiss and then continues to emit the aura for the rest of their days.” Mal continued along with the woman’s brief history lesson, wondering how this related to Harry and the masked girl. “Every True Love couple has a special personalized colorful aura, like King Ben and yours is Royal Blue and Purple. Theirs,” her light blue manicured finger pointed at the picture, “is Red and white”. Harry Hook has True Love? Wow they really do mean there’s someone for everyone! “It’s rare that True Love is found on the Isle, True Love is pure and good.” Mal silently agreed, despite for the rare exception, the Isle was not good or pure. “No offense Fairy Godmother, but that does not exactly explain what they did?” The Headmistress sighed, looking over at her dark computer screen. “ I receive an alert every time True Love is found, this time it was on the Isle. I’ve only seen a couple True Love’s on the Isle, one being this girl’s rumored parents.” She stopped to clear her throat and Mal was ready to beg for a clear answer. “When one or both of the True Love’s possess magic their aura is stronger than non magical pairs. You possess magic abilities hence why King Ben and your aura is stronger. Theirs is strong too.” “Well I can guarantee you Harry Hook does not possess any magical abilities besides perhaps insanity.” “Then it’s her” Fairy Godmother whispers looking concerned. “What?” “Their aura should not be this strong on the Isle, unless… Bibbidi-Bobbidi!” A realization struck Fairy Godmother, stunning her in her blue swivel chair. “Unless what?” Mal pestered.

“She can access her magic on the Isle.”

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The Wailing Woman Part One

Pairing: Diego x Reader

Content/Warnings: Sweet Klaus and a slow burn baby, slow burn

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When Klaus gets a phone call in the middle of the night he doesn’t hesitate to help his friend out. After all, who better to help with the dead than the seance himself?

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Reader is one of the 43 who roommates with Klaus and gets dragged into helping with the apocalypse. The world is ending, so whats the harm in a slow burn?

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Do you have a list of favorite zosan fics? Sorry if someone's asked this before x.x

Hooo boy, this is going to be challenging because there's simply a lot of fics that I like and it's kind of all over the place depending on my mood, but I'm going to make a general list of some of my favorites and a short summary of why I like them.

This is going to be a little long so I'm going to put them under read more!

Sketches of Life (and Love) by Fledgling — An exploration of a headcanon where Sanji likes to draw in his free time. This fic always leaves me with a warm feeling every time I read it because how endearingly sweet it is. It's basically a domestic fluff story about both ZoSan and the Strawhats crew in general.

green with envy blues by adietxt — A cute fic about Zoro being jealous. Jealous!Zoro has been one of those tropes that make me screech like a feral animal every time I come across it and this fic does exactly that. It's pretty short and simple but it captures the characters very well. It's set during pre-timeskip which makes it even better to me because pre-TS Zoro possesses that boyish quality that post-TS Zoro doesn’t necessarily have anymore. 

Old Men Blues by postmoderne — Quoting directly from the fic's summary, “Sanji and Zoro: two ancient fucks (in love).” because this is exactly that, a story about old men ZoSan. Old Zoro and old Sanji are both still as stubborn as ever and it's endearing.

Meet me under the orange tree by candelina — A canon divergence AU where Zoro and Sanji met as kids, as Zeff opened up Baratie in Zoro's hometown. It's an adorable and heartwarming story of little Zoro and little Sanji's friendship. There's also a part two which is also worth reading.

Other fics from candelina: The whole world will know, another fic about old men ZoSan, this one involves Zoro deliberately showing himself to the Marines for god knows what. It's sweet, it's beautiful, and it shows that Zoro is as reckless and idiotic as he is a loving, devoted husband.

Zoro's Boyfriend, Who Lives In Canada by donutsandcoffee — Modern AU, where Zoro's friends try to stop him from believing that his imaginary, totally made-up boyfriend actually exists. Of course Zoro's boyfriend doesn't actually exist, because with the way Zoro describes him he's way too perfect to exist and how can anyone so perfect actually exist? A hilarious story of misunderstandings. 

Other fics from donutsandcoffee: My other favorite stories would be Prison Blues and it’s a long way forward, which serve as both a ZoSan story and a great Sanji character study. 

The Three of Swords by 8ball — A medieval AU with knight Zoro and prince Sanji, a concept that starts to really grow on me after I begin to read this fic. In this story, Zoro is a cursed knight appointed to serve Sanji, a deeply kind-hearted prince whom Zoro eventually pines over. It's a beautiful take of prince and knight AU; devoted knight Zoro is something that I didn't know I need. It also has a sequel. 

Steady, As She Goes by auspizien — I've always loved auspizien's fics and this is the one fic that made me fall in love with their writing. This is a modern AU story where Zoro is an ex-agent with PTSD who meets and befriends Sanji, a paramedic. It's a multi-chapter fic filled with humor, angst, pining, action, and good ol’ slow-burn. 

The Tribulations of Tempation by SweetyGreeny — Zoro accidentally sees Ace and Sanji doing... the do, and then spends days after that feeling shocked, confused, angry, and disappointed.  A simply delicious story of pining and jealous Zoro. There's a slight AceSan in the beginning but the endgame is still ZoSan.  

Other fics from SweetyGreeny: A Siren's Sinking Song, a canon-divergent AU where Sanji is a siren who one day meets a peculiar swordsman from a wandering ship; this story is beautiful and I love the idea of siren!Sanji, but please note the major character death TW. The Burden of Blondes, Sanji finds out that Zoro has a thing for blondes, and for some reason he feels uneasy. A fun story with some good smut. 

(I Want) Someone to Love Me by three_days_late — Sanji is about to turn 17, so he hopes that he can get his first kiss before that. A cute high school AU that involves everyone wanting to kiss Sanji (honestly, who doesn't) but only one person gets to actually do it. 

Other fics from three_days_late: Blood Red - this might be a little biased because this fic is inspired by my comic, but that's also a perfectly good reason why I must add it here; this fic is able to capture the spirit of the comic perfectly. If you want to read a short exposition of Zoro showing his protective side, then this fic is worth the read. The Christmas Swap, a modern AU in which Sanji and Reiju switch partners during Christmas so they can attend their family gathering without having to come out as queer. It’s a wonderful story about family, relationships, and what it feels like to be closeted. The Only Way Out (Is Through), a beautiful Prince Sanji and Knight Zoro story, where circumstances forced them to be unable to be together - and it also has a side Nami/Vivi. 

Curly Angel by APTX (translated to English by NMTD) — In this alternative canon universe, everyone has a guardian angel, and Zoro's just happened to be Sanji. Hilarity ensues. I have to admit that I absolutely love all of APTX's ZoSan fics, but since most of them are in Chinese, if you're like me and doesn't mind reading some really botchy translations of said fics, then you can try using Google Translate to read them.

Let me be your Inspiration by TheWanderers — College AU where Sanji is an artist/painter - another fic that explores Sanji as someone with an artistic streak, but also so much more. It's a beautiful story that starts out with Zoro having to model for Sanji's painting but ends up falling in love with him. I love the way the author adapts the characters' canon backstory into this universe.

Thy Fearful Symmetry by Harubo — A modern AU where Sanji is a tourist visiting a tiger reserve during a family vacation and Zoro is a detective investigating a poaching ring. All of Harubo's fics are godsend but I particularly love this one because the setting reads like a perfect rom-com drama movie about a stressed, overworked chef meeting a handsome detective. There's also a nice tidbit where the Vinsmoke siblings are trying to get along with each other.

Retrogade by Hazel_Athena — Sanji got badly injured after a fight, and ends up losing a big chunk of memories - he doesn't find it too bothersome until he notices how weird Zoro starts to act around him. It's a really good temporary amnesia fic with some really delicious pining!Zoro material.

Done Dirt Cheap by Balderdashfromafool — Basically a Western ZoSan AU, where Zoro is an outlaw and Sanji is a small town chef. This one is fun and lovely, and as someone who doesn’t read a lot of Western-themed stories, I love the way the author describes the Western setting in this fic. 

Each A Love Song by Shadowcatxxx — Sanji is frustrated because Zoro's surprisingly popular with women when he doesn't even like them back. A story of a confused Sanji trying to find love and being the World’s Most Oblivious Man. 

And that's all for now! It got way longer than I initially thought....there are some fics that I exclude, mostly the more explicit, PWP-type of fics, as well as Omegaverse fics, because my taste on them tend to be more specific and self-indulgent as ever. I might need to make a separate post for that, and also like feel free to ask me about them anytime. 

I really hope I've done these fics justice with my summaries. I can't overstate how talented these authors are, so please shower them with love, kudos, comments, attention, etc etc if you have time.

This was so hard! I’ve been tracking and reading LGBTQA+ books for 10 years and picking 3 for each was tough! There are so many more I love so if you have specific ones you are looking for, or want more in these sub-genres you can totally ask me for recs. I’ll do my best.

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