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Title: Fuck You
Song used: Untouchable Face (Ani diFranco)
Pairing: Zoro->Sanji
Rating: PG
Words: 298
Notes: Here's another example. I was going through my playlist listening for a song to use and I came across this and thought, you know, that'd make for some good Zoro->Sanji/Nami angsting. And so, here you have it. I've got a few more ideas too, so you'll be seeing more from me. Everyone else post this week too, pleeeease?


He was –almost- used to it by now, the worming stab of... alright, he admitted it, jealousy that struck him each time the cook's scowl lit up at –her- presence. Almost... but not quite.

It’d only been that once. They'd been disgustingly drunk; Zoro couldn't even recall why. It didn't really matter. What did matter is that both men had sobered far too quickly, and now each time the swordsman cast even the most innocent glance in Sanji's direction, the cook would invariably begin fawning and falling all over himself to please their navigator, steadfastly avoiding Zoro's gaze. And for her part, Nami'd been surprisingly tolerant of the attention as of late.

Zoro knew he had no right to feel this way. One evening of drunken groping certainly didn't give him any claim to the cook. But the logic wasn't enough to stop the twist in his stomach whenever Nami kissed Sanji’s cheek playfully, or even placed her palm on his shoulder as they bent over a map or a menu together. He couldn't stand it when Sanji was like that. All floppy and…soft, like a limp noodle.

The Sanji he... he… wanted… was the strong, skilled, smirking smart-ass. Neither the brooding figure he'd become, nor the melodramatic sap Nami brought out in him.

And as he looked down from his perch high above, at the pair laughing happily below, Zoro's stomach clenched, he grit his teeth, and decided to get over the cook. He vowed to forget the toss of golden hair, those sleek angles he'd touched just once, that smoky flavor, that… face. Zoro scowled, imagining bellowing his defiance at these thoughts, dashing them to the ocean waves once and for all.

But the only words to slip his lips were mumbled, inaudible, defeated. "Fuck you..."



Here's an excerpt from the song:

think i'm going for a walk now
i feel a little unsteady
i don't want nobody to follow me
'cept maybe you
i could make you happy you know
if you weren't already
i could do a lot of things
and i do

tell you the truth i prefer
the worst of you
too bad you had to have a better half
she's not really my type
but i think you two are forever
and i hate to say it but
you're perfect together

so fuck you
and your untouchable face
and fuck you
for existing in the first place
and who am i
that i should be vying for your touch
and who am i
i bet you can't even tell me that much