ZoSan drabbles
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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
83
Views:
6,711
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I don't own One Piece. I make no profit from this fanfiction whatsoever, either.
Fangirl
Fangirl
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji (at least Vivi thinks so ;D), NamixVivi. Nothing other than those!
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece. Would be difficult seeing as it’s written by a man and I’m a woman, eh?
Rating: G
Not entirely just ZoSan, but you guys will forgive me for that, right? NamixVivi is another pair I love, so I wanted to do some with them in.
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“Shitty cook!”
“Fuck you, marimo!”
Watching Zoro and Sanji fighting across the deck, Nami shook her head. Every day it was the same damn thing.
“Ah, those two…when will they learn to get along?”
“I don’t know.” Vivi replied cheerfully, giving one of those bright smiles that calmed the older girl’s heart in the way that only the princess could. “I think they’re getting along fine.” Resting her chin on her clasped hands, the blue-haired girl couldn’t help a giggle. “It’s kind of like they’re flirting.” Glancing over again herself, Nami studied them for a few moments again. Strangely, she could see exactly where Vivi was coming from; they did seem to act a little suspicious, kind of like the whole thing was just for show. “Mr Bushido seems the jealous type.”
“Flirting, huh?” Turning back to the princess, Nami looked over her again, finding the engrossed look on her face quite adorable. “I can see that.”
“When Sanji-san talks to us, it’s always Mr Bushido that throws things or makes comments.” Vivi mused, picking up her cocktail and sipping it. “The pet names don’t help either.” Pulling a tongue, the blue-haired girl laughed. “It’s a little obvious, really.” Looking down at her hands, Nami picked up her own drink and looked thoughtfully at the guys a little longer. Now that it had been pointed out, she couldn’t think of the exchanges any other way.
Looking back at that smiling countenance, she wondered just how perceptive the princess really was. If her own feelings were just as easy to read as those of the two idiots in a near-wrestling match at the end of the deck. Whether Vivi noticed the way she smiled at her was different than the way she smiled at the boys.
Part of her hoped so.
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji (at least Vivi thinks so ;D), NamixVivi. Nothing other than those!
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece. Would be difficult seeing as it’s written by a man and I’m a woman, eh?
Rating: G
Not entirely just ZoSan, but you guys will forgive me for that, right? NamixVivi is another pair I love, so I wanted to do some with them in.
--
“Shitty cook!”
“Fuck you, marimo!”
Watching Zoro and Sanji fighting across the deck, Nami shook her head. Every day it was the same damn thing.
“Ah, those two…when will they learn to get along?”
“I don’t know.” Vivi replied cheerfully, giving one of those bright smiles that calmed the older girl’s heart in the way that only the princess could. “I think they’re getting along fine.” Resting her chin on her clasped hands, the blue-haired girl couldn’t help a giggle. “It’s kind of like they’re flirting.” Glancing over again herself, Nami studied them for a few moments again. Strangely, she could see exactly where Vivi was coming from; they did seem to act a little suspicious, kind of like the whole thing was just for show. “Mr Bushido seems the jealous type.”
“Flirting, huh?” Turning back to the princess, Nami looked over her again, finding the engrossed look on her face quite adorable. “I can see that.”
“When Sanji-san talks to us, it’s always Mr Bushido that throws things or makes comments.” Vivi mused, picking up her cocktail and sipping it. “The pet names don’t help either.” Pulling a tongue, the blue-haired girl laughed. “It’s a little obvious, really.” Looking down at her hands, Nami picked up her own drink and looked thoughtfully at the guys a little longer. Now that it had been pointed out, she couldn’t think of the exchanges any other way.
Looking back at that smiling countenance, she wondered just how perceptive the princess really was. If her own feelings were just as easy to read as those of the two idiots in a near-wrestling match at the end of the deck. Whether Vivi noticed the way she smiled at her was different than the way she smiled at the boys.
Part of her hoped so.