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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
83
Views:
6,678
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't own One Piece. I make no profit from this fanfiction whatsoever, either.
Vegetable
Vegetable
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: Slight yaoi, ZoroxSanji.
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece nor any of its wonderful and colourful characters. Is that okay with you?
Rating: G
References “Squid”, so you might want to read that first, though this can definitely be a stand-alone piece.
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With a crew of nine people, there were a lot of dietary things to keep in mind when making them meals. Like any allergies or foods the crew disliked. Then there was remembering who exactly was allergic to what, and it was this that made Sanji’s life difficult.
Then there were times when certain members hated one thing that the others ate happily. This was what pissed off Sanji the most. As far as he was concerned, food was food, and if it was on your plate, you should damn well eat it. If you didn’t have the decency to say you disliked it beforehand or offer it to anyone else during the meal, then it was yours. And if you didn’t eat it, Sanji wouldn’t stand for it.
Someone had made that mistake today. A certain green-haired sword-wielding someone.
Hell, the guy could eat squid meals for weeks on end, but the second you put a broccoli floret in front of him Zoro was crossing his arms or ignoring the fact it even existed. He wasn’t even looking at the plate anymore, nor at any of the people around the table, ignoring any kind of pointed remark anyone made. Losing his patience, Sanji got to his feet, resisting the urge to kick the table onto the jackass.
“What? Too close to your own species, marimo?” Lips curling into a smirk, Sanji watched the agitated look on Zoro’s face grow, the swordsman incredibly pissed off with him. The rest of the crew went silent before realising the stand off, politely excusing themselves through the door and leaving them both alone. “Even Luffy ate it.” Sanji said calmly, staring at Zoro across the table as if he were just a kid. “So you’re gonna eat it, moron. No complaints.”
A few moments passed and still Zoro did nothing. He didn’t pick up his fork, look at the cook or even give back some sort of retort, causing the blonde to scowl at the suspicious behaviour. Just as he was about to lose his temper, Zoro scratched at the back of his head, mumbling.
“Make me eat it if you can, shit-cook.” Taking the challenge, Sanji slipped around the table to face Zoro, tugging the chair out slowly, despite the swordsman’s weight. Straddling his lap before he could react, Sanji pressed the broccoli through Zoro’s lips, smirking as Zoro chewed.
His win.
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: Slight yaoi, ZoroxSanji.
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece nor any of its wonderful and colourful characters. Is that okay with you?
Rating: G
References “Squid”, so you might want to read that first, though this can definitely be a stand-alone piece.
--
With a crew of nine people, there were a lot of dietary things to keep in mind when making them meals. Like any allergies or foods the crew disliked. Then there was remembering who exactly was allergic to what, and it was this that made Sanji’s life difficult.
Then there were times when certain members hated one thing that the others ate happily. This was what pissed off Sanji the most. As far as he was concerned, food was food, and if it was on your plate, you should damn well eat it. If you didn’t have the decency to say you disliked it beforehand or offer it to anyone else during the meal, then it was yours. And if you didn’t eat it, Sanji wouldn’t stand for it.
Someone had made that mistake today. A certain green-haired sword-wielding someone.
Hell, the guy could eat squid meals for weeks on end, but the second you put a broccoli floret in front of him Zoro was crossing his arms or ignoring the fact it even existed. He wasn’t even looking at the plate anymore, nor at any of the people around the table, ignoring any kind of pointed remark anyone made. Losing his patience, Sanji got to his feet, resisting the urge to kick the table onto the jackass.
“What? Too close to your own species, marimo?” Lips curling into a smirk, Sanji watched the agitated look on Zoro’s face grow, the swordsman incredibly pissed off with him. The rest of the crew went silent before realising the stand off, politely excusing themselves through the door and leaving them both alone. “Even Luffy ate it.” Sanji said calmly, staring at Zoro across the table as if he were just a kid. “So you’re gonna eat it, moron. No complaints.”
A few moments passed and still Zoro did nothing. He didn’t pick up his fork, look at the cook or even give back some sort of retort, causing the blonde to scowl at the suspicious behaviour. Just as he was about to lose his temper, Zoro scratched at the back of his head, mumbling.
“Make me eat it if you can, shit-cook.” Taking the challenge, Sanji slipped around the table to face Zoro, tugging the chair out slowly, despite the swordsman’s weight. Straddling his lap before he could react, Sanji pressed the broccoli through Zoro’s lips, smirking as Zoro chewed.
His win.