Blood and Salt, who is this guy?
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title: Blood and Salt, who is this guy?
words:3ooish
pairing:SanjixLuffy
Rating:Pg-13
comments: Sanji just fished Luffy out of the tangled net at the bottom of East Blue after the whole Click incident.
Luffy smelled of blood and the salt of the ocean Sanji had just pulled him from. It hadn't been the cooks intention to smell the half drowned man, it was just something that he noticed as he leaned down to make sure the idiot was still alive and breathing. He had said it wasn't his time to die yet, right?
As Luffy began to snore lightly, Sanji sat back in relief and exhaustion. So he had kept his word. After things calmed down a bit and he carried Luffy to his room, he wondered why the kid had worried him so much.
The sleeping face was so innocent. How could that face fight so fiercely and without reservation? How could he blindly care so much?
The smell of blood and salt didn't belong on such a face while he slept. Sanji retrieved basin of warm water and bandages. He wiped the evidence of the battle gently from the sleeping boys skin and wrapped each injury. He swept Luffys hair out of his face to make sure no other injuries had gone untended.
Sanji didn't consciously notice his face draw closer to Luffys. He was just lamenting how he could understand now how that swordsman, Zoro, could feel such devotion to him. His lips were brushing the lips of his sleeping patient when he heard Zeffs voice from his window.
"What are you doing?"
Sanji drew his head up in surprise and plucked Luffys hat off his head in one motion.
"Just removing this, it's had enough wear and tear today." He replied as he placed the straw hat on a shelf.
"Just don't be late to dinner tonight."
Sanji hated that knowing smirk.
"Fine, go away...old man."
Sanji took a seat at the window after the bastard left and touched his lips with a glance back at the sleeping boy.
"I can tell your going to cause me a lot of problems."
Luffy snorted cutely in his sleep as if in agreement.
words:3ooish
pairing:SanjixLuffy
Rating:Pg-13
comments: Sanji just fished Luffy out of the tangled net at the bottom of East Blue after the whole Click incident.
Luffy smelled of blood and the salt of the ocean Sanji had just pulled him from. It hadn't been the cooks intention to smell the half drowned man, it was just something that he noticed as he leaned down to make sure the idiot was still alive and breathing. He had said it wasn't his time to die yet, right?
As Luffy began to snore lightly, Sanji sat back in relief and exhaustion. So he had kept his word. After things calmed down a bit and he carried Luffy to his room, he wondered why the kid had worried him so much.
The sleeping face was so innocent. How could that face fight so fiercely and without reservation? How could he blindly care so much?
The smell of blood and salt didn't belong on such a face while he slept. Sanji retrieved basin of warm water and bandages. He wiped the evidence of the battle gently from the sleeping boys skin and wrapped each injury. He swept Luffys hair out of his face to make sure no other injuries had gone untended.
Sanji didn't consciously notice his face draw closer to Luffys. He was just lamenting how he could understand now how that swordsman, Zoro, could feel such devotion to him. His lips were brushing the lips of his sleeping patient when he heard Zeffs voice from his window.
"What are you doing?"
Sanji drew his head up in surprise and plucked Luffys hat off his head in one motion.
"Just removing this, it's had enough wear and tear today." He replied as he placed the straw hat on a shelf.
"Just don't be late to dinner tonight."
Sanji hated that knowing smirk.
"Fine, go away...old man."
Sanji took a seat at the window after the bastard left and touched his lips with a glance back at the sleeping boy.
"I can tell your going to cause me a lot of problems."
Luffy snorted cutely in his sleep as if in agreement.