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+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
83
Views:
6,771
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Iron
Iron
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji, yaoi, attempted humour, possibly OOC.
Disclaimer: One Piece is Oda’s. Let’s keep it that way.
Rating: G
For onepieceyaoi100 this week.
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Staring blankly over at the cook, Zoro had to blink a few times as he tried to digest the earlier sentence. It didn’t seem to be sinking in, so he shook his head, slapped his cheeks lightly and looked over to Sanji again.
“…Repeat that.”
With a snort, the blonde stuffed his hands into his pockets and moved a bit closer, poking him in the chest with a finger.
“I said, ‘you should iron your clothes’, marimo.” Batting his hand away, Zoro merely raised his eyebrow, not even dignifying it with a reply. At that, Sanji sighed. “You always look messy, that’s all.”
“Why do you care, dartbrow?” Zoro snorted, reaching up and grabbing the cook by the tie. He yanked him down so their faces were level, smirking as Sanji tried to pull away. “Aren’t you afraid someone’ll steal me away if I look too good?”
“Like anyone would!” Sanji snapped as he tried to pull away, only to be tugged in closer by the swordsman til their noses touched. “No one is stupid enough to want you.”
“Uh huh.” Zoro murmured placatingly. He wanted to point out that the blonde must have been pretty damn stupid, but he stopped himself before the words even materialised in his head. “Whatever you say.” His lips pressed against the cook’s for a moment before he pulled back, a grin covering his face. “But I ain’t ironing nothin’.”
The kiss earned him a kick to the face and a bitchy lover for the rest of the day, but he was sure it had been worth it. Sanji wasn’t mentioning ironing his clothes at any rate, and that could only be a good thing.
When Sanji started to do it for him, Zoro gave in. If he didn’t have to, he didn’t care.
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji, yaoi, attempted humour, possibly OOC.
Disclaimer: One Piece is Oda’s. Let’s keep it that way.
Rating: G
For onepieceyaoi100 this week.
--
Staring blankly over at the cook, Zoro had to blink a few times as he tried to digest the earlier sentence. It didn’t seem to be sinking in, so he shook his head, slapped his cheeks lightly and looked over to Sanji again.
“…Repeat that.”
With a snort, the blonde stuffed his hands into his pockets and moved a bit closer, poking him in the chest with a finger.
“I said, ‘you should iron your clothes’, marimo.” Batting his hand away, Zoro merely raised his eyebrow, not even dignifying it with a reply. At that, Sanji sighed. “You always look messy, that’s all.”
“Why do you care, dartbrow?” Zoro snorted, reaching up and grabbing the cook by the tie. He yanked him down so their faces were level, smirking as Sanji tried to pull away. “Aren’t you afraid someone’ll steal me away if I look too good?”
“Like anyone would!” Sanji snapped as he tried to pull away, only to be tugged in closer by the swordsman til their noses touched. “No one is stupid enough to want you.”
“Uh huh.” Zoro murmured placatingly. He wanted to point out that the blonde must have been pretty damn stupid, but he stopped himself before the words even materialised in his head. “Whatever you say.” His lips pressed against the cook’s for a moment before he pulled back, a grin covering his face. “But I ain’t ironing nothin’.”
The kiss earned him a kick to the face and a bitchy lover for the rest of the day, but he was sure it had been worth it. Sanji wasn’t mentioning ironing his clothes at any rate, and that could only be a good thing.
When Sanji started to do it for him, Zoro gave in. If he didn’t have to, he didn’t care.