Cook and Swordsman
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Adult +
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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
45
Views:
2,989
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own One Piece, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Free too
“You’re free to flirt and chase all the women you want, I don’t give a damn how big an idiot you are.” Zoro said simply, trying to keep the sneer out of his voice.
“You’re free to sleep sprawled out like a goddamn moron where ever you happen to fall. I don’t give a shit if I end up stepping on your face.” Sanji shot back, his annoyance suppressed beneath fake nonchalance.
“You’re free to get your ass kicked by anything with a pair of tits.”
“You’re free to get lost on the way to the john.”
Somehow even this had become a contest of sorts.
“Well you’re free to dream of some pool of water with that dopey grin on your face, but I won’t let you forget to cook dinner and do your damn job.”
“Che, like I would. And you’re free to go run after anyone waving a sharp stick calling it a sword and loose all the blood you want in the name of being ‘the best’…but get blood in the kitchen and I’ll kill you myself.”
“You’re free to ask for my help whenever but we both know you probably won’t.”
“You’re free to keep me company, even if I didn’t specifically invite you.”
“You’re free to be with whoever you want…I wouldn’t want someone who didn’t choose me freely and completely.”
“Same to you, Marimo.”
Nami leaned in to Usopp, careful not to wrinkle her bridesmaids dress.
“These are the strangest vows I’ve ever heard.”
Usopp nodded as the men were pronounced and kissed each other in a near primal nature.
“We definitely shouldn’t let them write their own…but I guess it’s ok.”
“You’re free to sleep sprawled out like a goddamn moron where ever you happen to fall. I don’t give a shit if I end up stepping on your face.” Sanji shot back, his annoyance suppressed beneath fake nonchalance.
“You’re free to get your ass kicked by anything with a pair of tits.”
“You’re free to get lost on the way to the john.”
Somehow even this had become a contest of sorts.
“Well you’re free to dream of some pool of water with that dopey grin on your face, but I won’t let you forget to cook dinner and do your damn job.”
“Che, like I would. And you’re free to go run after anyone waving a sharp stick calling it a sword and loose all the blood you want in the name of being ‘the best’…but get blood in the kitchen and I’ll kill you myself.”
“You’re free to ask for my help whenever but we both know you probably won’t.”
“You’re free to keep me company, even if I didn’t specifically invite you.”
“You’re free to be with whoever you want…I wouldn’t want someone who didn’t choose me freely and completely.”
“Same to you, Marimo.”
Nami leaned in to Usopp, careful not to wrinkle her bridesmaids dress.
“These are the strangest vows I’ve ever heard.”
Usopp nodded as the men were pronounced and kissed each other in a near primal nature.
“We definitely shouldn’t let them write their own…but I guess it’s ok.”