a non-contest crack drabble
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onepieceyaoi100Title: no title
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 405 (kaboom)
Pairing: SanZo
Topic: none
Warnings: For unapologetically intentional forehead-slapping crack?
This drabble was pretty insistent on making itself known after playing this Sanji block breaking game. I brake for exploiting One Piece characters!
Zoro
Looking at it full on, it was no wonder that Nami found the expression off putting.
The flared nostrils, the flushed cheeks, the slack jaw ... and was that -- his eye threatening to morph into a heart?
And here he was thinking that he would never meet anyone who could overtake Luffy as the missing link between monkey and man.
With dawning realization, Zoro thought that he probably should've been more suspicious when Nami offered her advice free of charge and even sprung for the necessary items.
Sanji
The silence was deafening on the topside of the Going Merry, as Sanji made his way to the galley for pre-dawn breakfast preparations. It was a slight cause for concern; the distinct lack of the customary early morning sounds (i.e. Zoro snoring or Zoro grunting through a workout) meant Zoro was probably raiding the cook's wine stores.
Flicking the lights on as he entered the galley, what Sanji saw made him stop dead in his tracks.
Yes. Well. So he wasn't raiding the kitchen.
Zoro was waiting for him, leaning against the galley's sink and looking (though he would vehemently deny it later) a little anxious and put out. Sanji noted the, uh, lack of clothing the ship's swordsman was wearing. He also noted (through the now massive misfiring of his brain cells) that Zoro looked like he'd rubbed himself down as well -- a light sheen of oil glistened off his body, accenting the already cut muscles of his arms, legs, pecs and his ... his ... bleedin' 24 pack, for crissakes.
And the crowning glory to the slab of meat on display was the tiny, frilly pink apron he was wearing, covering his -- well, the term 'covering' would have to be used loosely.
Sanji felt the saliva slip past his lower lip and drip down his chin and he didn't care. He was starting to consider himself converted.
It was a red-faced Zoro who broke the silence.
"Look, you know what, Cook? This was just a -- just a joke, y'see? Yeah, a little funny ha ha."
Sanji advanced. God, but he loved it when they played hard to get.
"No, no! Wait! It was all Nami's idea! She said that if I --"
That was all he managed before Sanji pounced.
Needless to say, breakfast was a little late that morning.
...
The idea that Zoro would pay Nami for advice on how to crawl into Sanji's pants was lifted from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
peroxide_fic and her Domesticity arc. *prostrates self and begs forgiveness*
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 405 (kaboom)
Pairing: SanZo
Topic: none
Warnings: For unapologetically intentional forehead-slapping crack?
This drabble was pretty insistent on making itself known after playing this Sanji block breaking game. I brake for exploiting One Piece characters!
Zoro
Looking at it full on, it was no wonder that Nami found the expression off putting.
The flared nostrils, the flushed cheeks, the slack jaw ... and was that -- his eye threatening to morph into a heart?
And here he was thinking that he would never meet anyone who could overtake Luffy as the missing link between monkey and man.
With dawning realization, Zoro thought that he probably should've been more suspicious when Nami offered her advice free of charge and even sprung for the necessary items.
Sanji
The silence was deafening on the topside of the Going Merry, as Sanji made his way to the galley for pre-dawn breakfast preparations. It was a slight cause for concern; the distinct lack of the customary early morning sounds (i.e. Zoro snoring or Zoro grunting through a workout) meant Zoro was probably raiding the cook's wine stores.
Flicking the lights on as he entered the galley, what Sanji saw made him stop dead in his tracks.
Yes. Well. So he wasn't raiding the kitchen.
Zoro was waiting for him, leaning against the galley's sink and looking (though he would vehemently deny it later) a little anxious and put out. Sanji noted the, uh, lack of clothing the ship's swordsman was wearing. He also noted (through the now massive misfiring of his brain cells) that Zoro looked like he'd rubbed himself down as well -- a light sheen of oil glistened off his body, accenting the already cut muscles of his arms, legs, pecs and his ... his ... bleedin' 24 pack, for crissakes.
And the crowning glory to the slab of meat on display was the tiny, frilly pink apron he was wearing, covering his -- well, the term 'covering' would have to be used loosely.
Sanji felt the saliva slip past his lower lip and drip down his chin and he didn't care. He was starting to consider himself converted.
It was a red-faced Zoro who broke the silence.
"Look, you know what, Cook? This was just a -- just a joke, y'see? Yeah, a little funny ha ha."
Sanji advanced. God, but he loved it when they played hard to get.
"No, no! Wait! It was all Nami's idea! She said that if I --"
That was all he managed before Sanji pounced.
Needless to say, breakfast was a little late that morning.
...
The idea that Zoro would pay Nami for advice on how to crawl into Sanji's pants was lifted from
peroxide_fic and her Domesticity arc. *prostrates self and begs forgiveness*
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Date: 2005-12-06 03:25 am (UTC)I'm glad I could amuse!
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Date: 2005-12-05 05:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-06 03:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-05 06:12 am (UTC)And damn, if Pong needed one thing to make it 100% lethal, it was the promise of a hadaka-apron-Sanji. O_o Must stop playing...
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Date: 2005-12-06 03:30 am (UTC)And I love those block breaker games. I remember I found a Jack Sparrow one once -- man, was I one happy girl. Good times.
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Date: 2005-12-05 08:12 am (UTC)He oiled himself?!
You are cruel to fuel me like that. Cruel. *grabby hand gestures of lust*
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Date: 2005-12-06 03:32 am (UTC)Although, I have to say, between an oiled down, apron-wearing Zoro and the almost Pavlovian association I have between seeing your username and thinking of tentacles (I'm so, so sorry), my brains's conjuring up some funky mental images. *g*
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Date: 2005-12-05 06:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-06 03:35 am (UTC)