Oi, cook, make me some sandwiches...
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onepieceyaoi100Title: Sandwiches
Topic: Sanji wins!
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG14 (language, implications)
Pairing: San/Zo/Na (OT3!)
Disclaimer: Characters and setting? Not mine. Probably just as well. Here, have them back...
Summary: Nami likes cheese and lettuce in her sandwiches.
Excuse: The middle is a very nice place to be, too. Also, I couldn't get that particular image of Zoro out of my head all day. (It was terrible, I tell you, just awful, and it didn't make me happy at all!)
Notes: Erm. Very obscure reference to Davy Back arc, I suppose, but the reference should be obvious enough without that. I hope.
~~~
He should have known something up when Nami stopped him outside the galley to ask for "something simple for lunch, like sandwiches." He'd swooned appropriately. Nami-san could have whatever she liked for lunch, but he still had cake to make, so 'easy' was just as well.
The view when he opened the galley door was... brain-breaking, really. And, well...
Alright, what the *hell* was the shitty marimo doing wearing his apron? Never mind that he was sprawled out on the table wearing nothing else.
Correction, propping himself up on one elbow on the table so the top of the apron fell down, making it obvious the garment was only tied on (with a bow) at his waist.
Pink, Sanji decided, feeling suddenly a little lightheaded, was a very nice colour on the aho.
And that sheet made a lovely tablecloth.
Still.
"What're you doing on my table?"
Half a shrug. "Tradition. You're supposed to get taken out to get laid on your 19th birthday, right?"
Sanji blinked. Oh. That. He smirked. Unbuttoned his jacket, tucked a hand in his pocket casually. "That was last year."
"Yes, we know," Nami's voice came from behind, and Sanji nearly, nearly jumped. "But we thought you'd like this better anyway."
"Nami-san?" Whose sundress was also pink, and starting to come off one shoulder as she popped the last button open. Only the sash bow kept her dress closed now.
"I like cheese and lettuce in my sandwiches, Sanji," she smiled, and locked the door behind herself.
Those other yarou could all wait, and he'd make it up to Robin-chan later, Sanji thought, as Zoro rolled off the table and stalked towards him, and Nami laid a possessive hand on his jacket sleeve. Right now? He had some presents to open, and... sandwiches to fill.
Topic: Sanji wins!
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG14 (language, implications)
Pairing: San/Zo/Na (OT3!)
Disclaimer: Characters and setting? Not mine. Probably just as well. Here, have them back...
Summary: Nami likes cheese and lettuce in her sandwiches.
Excuse: The middle is a very nice place to be, too. Also, I couldn't get that particular image of Zoro out of my head all day. (It was terrible, I tell you, just awful, and it didn't make me happy at all!)
Notes: Erm. Very obscure reference to Davy Back arc, I suppose, but the reference should be obvious enough without that. I hope.
~~~
He should have known something up when Nami stopped him outside the galley to ask for "something simple for lunch, like sandwiches." He'd swooned appropriately. Nami-san could have whatever she liked for lunch, but he still had cake to make, so 'easy' was just as well.
The view when he opened the galley door was... brain-breaking, really. And, well...
Alright, what the *hell* was the shitty marimo doing wearing his apron? Never mind that he was sprawled out on the table wearing nothing else.
Correction, propping himself up on one elbow on the table so the top of the apron fell down, making it obvious the garment was only tied on (with a bow) at his waist.
Pink, Sanji decided, feeling suddenly a little lightheaded, was a very nice colour on the aho.
And that sheet made a lovely tablecloth.
Still.
"What're you doing on my table?"
Half a shrug. "Tradition. You're supposed to get taken out to get laid on your 19th birthday, right?"
Sanji blinked. Oh. That. He smirked. Unbuttoned his jacket, tucked a hand in his pocket casually. "That was last year."
"Yes, we know," Nami's voice came from behind, and Sanji nearly, nearly jumped. "But we thought you'd like this better anyway."
"Nami-san?" Whose sundress was also pink, and starting to come off one shoulder as she popped the last button open. Only the sash bow kept her dress closed now.
"I like cheese and lettuce in my sandwiches, Sanji," she smiled, and locked the door behind herself.
Those other yarou could all wait, and he'd make it up to Robin-chan later, Sanji thought, as Zoro rolled off the table and stalked towards him, and Nami laid a possessive hand on his jacket sleeve. Right now? He had some presents to open, and... sandwiches to fill.
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