Fics like at least as deep as the pacific ocean (i wanna be yours)

Luffy spent most of the afternoon in one of Zoro’s open shirts and a pair of shorts that definitely belonged to Sanji. The shirt kept slipping off one shoulder, revealing the faint mark at the junction of neck and collar where an alpha’s teeth had once sunk deep enough to seal a life. It was visible. Entirely visible. Not glaringly, perhaps. Zoro’s bond mark on one side had faded into the warm tone of Luffy’s skin, and Sanji’s on the other tucked more often beneath hair or collar. But when the wind shifted Luffy’s hair aside, anyone with eyes could see them both. [...] “Hold on,” Usopp said, voice climbing. He pointed a trembling finger at Zoro and Sanji. “Hold on! You mean to tell me the two of you have been openly mated to our captain this entire time, and you never thought to mention it?” Sanji’s eye twitched. “Mention what?” “The fact that you’re his bonded mates!” Zoro stared at them for a long beat, then said, slowly and with terrible sincerity, “We thought,” as if he were speaking to children or people concussed by coconuts, “that you were all capable of eyesight.”

Fics like at least as deep as the pacific ocean (i wanna be yours)

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