Blah blah versary
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Title: Gift
words:300
pairing: Sanji/Zoro
rating:PG13
Topic: Exchange
notes: Hey! Alternate Modern day AU!
Zoro woke up with Sanji’s hand trailing up his bare chest and lips kissing his neck
“ ‘ Morning.” He grumbled with a smile. “Breakfast already?”
“Unfortunately, no. I got that meeting with the food reporter today and you should sleep a few more hours before heading over to the semi-finals. ”
“Oh.” His brain whirled to life and he took in the cook’s slick appearance. A stab of disappointment hit him as he realized that Sanji wouldn’t want that suit wrinkled or peeled off yet. “Then why are you waking me up?”
The cook smiled and ran his hand through his hair.
“Two reasons. One- I wanted a final look at my boyfriend’s ugly mug in one piece.”
“Che. You know you love it.”
“Hnn. Maybe. It is does have a certain charm when it isn’t bleeding or saying something stupid.”
Zoro glared at the blond. He had walked into that one.
“And the other reason?”
Sanji put a small box on the man’s chest.
“Happy Blah blah-aversary, marimo.”
Zoro’s eyes widened at the box and then sharply flashed back to Sanji.
“You said we wouldn’t exchange anything this year.”
“We’re not, idiot. I’m giving something to you. It is only an exchange if you give me something back. Open it.”
Zoro lifted the top of the box even as he growled at the blond.
“Just so you know, this makes me feel like an ass.”
Sanji lit up with a retort. Zoro lifted his hand to stop him.
“Forget I said that. Oh!” He was speechless.
“Two first class tickets to Japan. Last known location of Mihawk.”
Two tickets. His boyfriend wanted to come with him and support his dream.
“I love it.”
Sanji misunderstood. Thought he was talking about the gift. That’s fine.
He loved that too.
words:300
pairing: Sanji/Zoro
rating:PG13
Topic: Exchange
notes: Hey! Alternate Modern day AU!
Zoro woke up with Sanji’s hand trailing up his bare chest and lips kissing his neck
“ ‘ Morning.” He grumbled with a smile. “Breakfast already?”
“Unfortunately, no. I got that meeting with the food reporter today and you should sleep a few more hours before heading over to the semi-finals. ”
“Oh.” His brain whirled to life and he took in the cook’s slick appearance. A stab of disappointment hit him as he realized that Sanji wouldn’t want that suit wrinkled or peeled off yet. “Then why are you waking me up?”
The cook smiled and ran his hand through his hair.
“Two reasons. One- I wanted a final look at my boyfriend’s ugly mug in one piece.”
“Che. You know you love it.”
“Hnn. Maybe. It is does have a certain charm when it isn’t bleeding or saying something stupid.”
Zoro glared at the blond. He had walked into that one.
“And the other reason?”
Sanji put a small box on the man’s chest.
“Happy Blah blah-aversary, marimo.”
Zoro’s eyes widened at the box and then sharply flashed back to Sanji.
“You said we wouldn’t exchange anything this year.”
“We’re not, idiot. I’m giving something to you. It is only an exchange if you give me something back. Open it.”
Zoro lifted the top of the box even as he growled at the blond.
“Just so you know, this makes me feel like an ass.”
Sanji lit up with a retort. Zoro lifted his hand to stop him.
“Forget I said that. Oh!” He was speechless.
“Two first class tickets to Japan. Last known location of Mihawk.”
Two tickets. His boyfriend wanted to come with him and support his dream.
“I love it.”
Sanji misunderstood. Thought he was talking about the gift. That’s fine.
He loved that too.