Here are the very short ficlets, I've been posting on tumblr. I've written each of them for a fanart, but obviously you can't see those here. Hope they're enjoyable, anyway :)

It's mostly fluff and the rating varies, but won't exceed M.

They're basically the same as on tumblr, just with a bit better grammar, maybe (after re-reading I realised just how much I messed up XD).

Ah, and the setting keeps changing. Sometimes it's AU, sometimes a 'canon' story.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece.

Lift My Mood

"Let me down, you idiot! I've got customers to serve…" Sanji said without real spite after Zoro had lifted him up and refused to let him go. He didn't really mind the affection but they couldn't afford to slacken off during working hour and a difficult costumer was already crying for him at table 11.

"How about serving me first? I'm hungry too, cook…" Zoro returned, smirking up at his lover who scowled in return.

"Earning our rent comes first, marimo. And now, let go!"

When Zoro didn't do anything of the sort and just tightened his hold on him, Sanji sighed. "Fine, how about this: You let go of me and I'll make Onigiri tonight, alright?" he asked, smiling as Zoro's eyes lit up at the mentioning of his favourite food.

"Sounds like a fair deal, but… what about dessert?" Zoro asked, smirking up at Sanji who frowned in return.

"Dessert? But you don't even like sweet thin-" the blond began but then stopped abruptly and blushed as apprehension dawned. "F-Fine… your favourite of that, too."

Grinning, Zoro let Sanji slowly slide down but not without planting a quick kiss on his lips. "I'm looking forward to dinner, cook."

With shaky legs, Sanji walked over to get an earful from table 11. A blush coloured his cheeks the rest of his workday as he kept feeling Zoro's eyes on him from the bar.

He was looking forward to dinner as well.

The End