Cook and Swordsman
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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
45
Views:
2,994
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.
a flowers sensitivity
He always hung out around girls.
He preferred to be in their presence whenever possible.
But Zoro noticed the blond was never really truly comfortable around them. He was always ready to spring to movement…to serve or to protect their feminine desires.
Zoro also noticed that one word from him and Sanji would be drawn to him immediately. In the fights that ensued the chef seemed natural and relaxed behind his anger. It was a side of him that Zoro particularly liked.
The swordsman had come to a theory as to why Sanji felt inclined for female companionship at even the cost of his pride.
“You’re pretty. Like a girl.” Zoro murmured to the cook one night while he was firmly wrapped in his arms against his naked chest. Sanji bristled and Zoro grinned knowing he was on the right track. “That place…Baratie you were the best looking guy there. A pretty yellow flower amongst brownish grass.”
“Shut up asshole…what would you know about it!?”
The chef was struggling but Zoro held him tighter against him. He had a question he needed answered.
“I know someone like that probably only felt like a man when he was around ladies. A yellow dandelion looks more like grass when it’s surrounded by roses.”
Sanji had stopped struggling, contemplating instead. His manhood was being called into question despite Zoros care to keep the tone neutral.
“You studying to be a florist marimo?”
“So if you hang on Nami and Robin to feel more like a man, what do you feel when you’re with me?”
Sanji sighed and leaned back into him, relaxing now that he felt he knew the situation, a sly smile on his lips.
“Like Sanji.” And his hand found Zoros green hair playfully. “…with his own shitty marimo shaded meadow.”
He preferred to be in their presence whenever possible.
But Zoro noticed the blond was never really truly comfortable around them. He was always ready to spring to movement…to serve or to protect their feminine desires.
Zoro also noticed that one word from him and Sanji would be drawn to him immediately. In the fights that ensued the chef seemed natural and relaxed behind his anger. It was a side of him that Zoro particularly liked.
The swordsman had come to a theory as to why Sanji felt inclined for female companionship at even the cost of his pride.
“You’re pretty. Like a girl.” Zoro murmured to the cook one night while he was firmly wrapped in his arms against his naked chest. Sanji bristled and Zoro grinned knowing he was on the right track. “That place…Baratie you were the best looking guy there. A pretty yellow flower amongst brownish grass.”
“Shut up asshole…what would you know about it!?”
The chef was struggling but Zoro held him tighter against him. He had a question he needed answered.
“I know someone like that probably only felt like a man when he was around ladies. A yellow dandelion looks more like grass when it’s surrounded by roses.”
Sanji had stopped struggling, contemplating instead. His manhood was being called into question despite Zoros care to keep the tone neutral.
“You studying to be a florist marimo?”
“So if you hang on Nami and Robin to feel more like a man, what do you feel when you’re with me?”
Sanji sighed and leaned back into him, relaxing now that he felt he knew the situation, a sly smile on his lips.
“Like Sanji.” And his hand found Zoros green hair playfully. “…with his own shitty marimo shaded meadow.”