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I have a hc that Zoro gets really bad migraines, sanji is usually the one who notices and takes care of him- any thoughts/headcanons on what that looks like? (If you feel like it ☺️❤)

couldn’t resist writing a small drabble,,, more hcs below!

Zoro yanked the galley door open, vision blotting out in spots of white, banging his shoulder into the doorframe when he misjudged the distance. “Cook—”

“Shit,” Sanji hissed, quickly switching off the stove and grabbing him under the arms as the swordsman stumbled.

He felt hot and cold at the same time, sweat beading along his forehead and lip and lower back, the throbbing of his head sending neon spikes of colour blooming through his field of sight. A chair clattered as he was set into it heavily, legs scraping along the floor as Zoro immediately folded his arms on the dining table and buried his face into them.

The fridge door was opened and closed, cold fingers sweeping up the back of his neck as Sanji pressed a bag of frozen peas into his hand. “Idiot. Why’d you let it get so bad?”

“Didn’t notice,” Zoro groaned, trying to breathe deeply as he jammed the plastic package against his right temple, over his eye. The temperature shock was a blessed relief.

Sanji sighed, long-suffering as he went to rummage through a cabinet. “Here,” he murmured, voice toned low, nudging something at Zoro’s lips. “Aah.”

The swordsman took it between his teeth and tucked it under his tongue with a long exhale, humming a question as it began to dissolve spicy-sweet, the zing of it prickly on the roof of his mouth.

“Ginger drops. Should help with the pain.” Sanji carded a gentle hand through his sweaty hair and swiped a bead of condensation from the bag before it could drip. “Wait here, I’ll make you some broth.”

Zoro made a vague noise of assent, content to sit there with his peas and his candy and the pounding in the side of his head that was, thankfully, a smidge duller than it had been when he’d come in. He could hear Sanji puttering about behind him, dimming the electric lamps, pulling things from the fridge again, the soft tk-tk-tk-tk of the gas stove igniter.

The aura had hit him out of left field this time. By the time he’d realised it was going to be a bad migraine his face had already started going numb, a hot flush growing in the back of his head and something humming in his ears. If he’d stayed in his quarters like he sometimes chose to, he wouldn’t have been able to yell loud enough for Sanji to hear and—

“You should tell the crew,” the cook breathed, and Zoro winced. Listening to anything at all at the moment felt like an ice pick being driven through his temple, but at least the bubbling he heard was slightly soothing. He shook his head. He knew Sanji would see.

They’d had this conversation a dozen times over by now. Sanji wanted the crew to be aware, at least, just in case for whatever reason Zoro needed help and he wasn’t there; Zoro just… didn’t see a need. He’d handle it. He always had.

He heard the soft sound of a wooden spoon on ceramic, heard the flame turn off and a cork placemat being put down in front of him. Shoving his face further into the crook of his arm, he smelled the light, savoury fragrance of chicken soup as Sanji brought the pot over.

“Up,” Sanji whispered, poking at his elbow with a spoon, and Zoro sighed.

The galley was dim, washed in warm yellow light. He tucked the remnants of the ginger drop to the side of his cheek as Sanji blew on a spoonful of broth and lifted it to his mouth. It was less rich than Sanji would have preferred— Zoro appreciated the consideration. “S’good.”

“Of course it is.” Sanji carefully fed him another spoonful, brows furrowing. “How’s the head?”

“…Better.” Zoro had long since gotten over his qualms at getting spoonfed like a child; after that one time he’d lost his balance and nearly cracked his skull open on a cabinet corner insisting “he could handle it”, he’d given up and let Sanji take care of him.

The cook took a seat, lifting the chair so that the legs didn’t drag. “This isn’t a weakness, you know.”

“Th’ fuck are you going on about,” Zoro mumbled. He was too tired to even make it a question. His brain felt three sizes too big for his skull and the backs of his eyeballs hurt.

“Your migraines,” Sanji clarified, insistent but still keeping his voice hushed. “None of us would think any less of you, or—”

“It’s not that.” He cut that train of thought off before it could go anywhere. He knew better than to think that, even though it did rub him the wrong way sometimes; but his migraines were more of a liability than a weakness—

Oh. Put that way, those two were kind of the same thing, weren’t they.

Sanji scoffed at the back of his throat. “Then what is it?”

“Maybe I just like you taking care of me,” Zoro said, and immediately winced. There was more honesty in that than he was willing to deal with at the moment.

“You—” Sanji started, before huffing in frustration a moment later. “If what you're worried about is getting migraines in the middle of a fight—”

Damn this cook, seeing through him every time.

“—you need to tell them so that we can cover for you if it happens.”

And that made Zoro pause. Not so we can pick up your slack, but so we can cover for you. So we can protect you.

He was so tired.

“…Fine,” he allowed, and the gentle smile Sanji beamed at him was so bright that he nearly put his head back down again.

“Thank you.”

“For?”

Sanji pushed the pot towards him and got up, going behind his chair to thread his fingers through green hair, rubbing firm circles into his temples and coaxing Zoro upwards. “Trusting us enough to take care of you,” he murmured, grinning, pressing the words into Zoro’s hairline. The cook dragged neatly-trimmed fingernails across Zoro’s scalp and turned away, and the swordsman heard the tap start running. “I want that soup gone, we need to keep you hydrated. Finish the noodles if you can stomach it too, hm?”

“Hm.” Zoro sat. He drank his soup. He ate his noodles. By the time Sanji came around to steal a bite he’d nearly emptied the pot.

“Oh, this is good,” Sanji mumbled around the last mouthful as he took it to the stove, and Zoro stood up to wrap his arms around his boyfriend’s waist and rest his forehead on Sanji’s shoulder. The bag of peas was left on the table, half-thawed and forgotten.

The cook took his weight easily, his warm chuckle reveberating through Zoro’s chest as he heard what Zoro didn’t say. “You’re welcome, marimo.”

Zoro hummed quietly, giving him a squeeze and brushing a kiss to his cheekbone, feeling the cook’s heart thump beneath his palm. Sanji had always been the best at reading him.

He pressed his temple to Sanji’s jaw, and realised his migraine was gone.

fin.

they’re stress migraines, i think. started when zoro was younger, and they played a part in his drinking problem; he’d try to use alcohol to dull the pain and then wake up with a head-splitting hangover. needless to say he was looking for alternative solutions pretty quick.

he can kind of tell before the real migraine hits. he starts getting numb and feeling out-of-body, then his ears start buzzing and his vision whites out if he moves around and then the pain starts. cold sweat too, definitely, and painkillers help but only if he takes them early. the problem is that it starts getting bad real quick once the aura hits.

sanji found out after they got together, when zoro had a migraine so bad he was curled up in his bunk with his head buried under the pillow. the cook kinda freaked out because?? zoro doesn’t just hide like this wtf?? but zoro gets the gist of it across and sanji spends the rest of the night with him, trying to help as much as he can. it’s not much— but it’s something.

pressure helps. they’ve definitely tried goofy things like zoro lying down between sanji’s thighs like sanji’s sitting on his shoulders and asking the cook to essentially crush his head; nami walked in on them, and that’s how they were forced to explain that they weren’t doing anything funny BUT they also accidentally got so flustered that they came out to the crew by accident.

they still do it sometimes when the migraine isn’t too bad; other days zoro drags himself to the galley and sanji gets some liquids in him, puts an ice pack on his head and lets him shrivel up and die on the cold floor in the corner a little

zoro mentions not wanting to take laudanum, because he’s afraid of getting addicted— so sanji makes the ginger drops. they’re made of concentrated ginger, turmeric, cloves and willow bark, all natural painkillers that help with inflammation and headaches, with a pinch of lavender because after the actual migraine passes zoro likes to sleep it off and a little bit of extra help can’t hurt. AND they’re hard candies and not pastilles because sanji knows that chewing makes the migraines worse.

on that note, he mainly gives zoro some sort of soup or broth, or porridge; something bland and easy to get down and keep down. the swordsman hurling his guts up in his sink and worsening his migraine to the point where he’d nearly cried (he’d insisted that his eyes were just watering) is something that sanji never wants to experience again.

after zoro tells the crew, they’re all a little pissed off that he’d been dealing with it for so long on his own (“what am i, chopped liver?” sanji had scoffed) but they all reassure him enthusiastically that yes, he’s still the big strong swordsman and yes, they won’t baby him and yes, it isn’t an inconvenience at all.

(zoro refuses to admit that he’s touched.)

he only ever actually gets a migraine once on the battlefield, the one time he has to pull his punches so hard because they need to capture, not kill. his head hurts so bad but he still tries to fight until luffy slingshots him back to the boat with strict orders to stay.

he’s smoking mad, but he does stay. he sulks and rages as much as his headache allows but he stays, and everything’s fine in the end. sanji gives him a kiss for being a good marimo (the cook’s words, not his) so he supposes it’s alright.

that’s all for now! as someone who occasionally gets migraines this was nice to write HAHA THANK YOU FOR THE ASK ANON 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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