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onepieceyaoi100Title: Inspired Confession
Topic: canon
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG14 (they swear, a lot, as usual)
Pairing: implied Zoro/Sanji, or something
Disclaimer: Characters and setting? Not mine. Probably just as well. Here, have them back...
Summary: Zoro finds something very interesting in the marketplace.
Excuse: Regarding a certain common trend in dj's/fanart/fanfic -- sure, it's pretty, but taking canon behaviour into consideration... (Or, yes, my preferences/perceptions are showing again.)
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"What shit is this?!"
It was about what he'd expected to hear, really, when he'd taken advantage of a quiet moment (right after lunch dishes, an hour before snacktime) to drop the crudely-printed hand-drawn comic magazine on the galley counter.
Zoro hadn't replied when Sanji asked what that was about, hadn't said a word at the hastily indrawn breath as the cook took in the (definitely not for children) contents, hadn't even smirked when Sanji peered more closely at the images on the page and turned pale on recognizing not just what they were doing, but who they were evidently meant to be.
There was a stuttering moment of shocked confusion, and then Sanji flipped rapidly back to the beginning and began scanning the pages more closely with a muttered, "Where did you get this?" and an intent expression.
"The market. Thought you'd want to see it."
"Yeah, well, I didn't. Who writes shit like this, anyway?"
"Far as I can tell, some girl a couple islands back; seems it sells well here."
Sanji, if it was possible, paled even further. "It's, this is," he stuttered, and then the colour began to mount furiously in the pale face.
Zoro cut him off with an, "All wrong, I know. I'm not girl-crazy like you, so why the fuck would I want you to act like one?"
Sanji's brain shuddered to a screeching halt around the vitriolic reaction to being cast as anyone's blushing, virginal, effeminate bride; rebooted; paused to prove a theory; and came up with, "But you do want me," in the flat voice that meant something was about to be diced under a black heel.
"Well," Zoro hedged, rubbing the back of his neck where it was turning pink.
"Well?"
"It's just..."
"Idiot," Sanji remarked.
And then he smiled.
Topic: canon
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG14 (they swear, a lot, as usual)
Pairing: implied Zoro/Sanji, or something
Disclaimer: Characters and setting? Not mine. Probably just as well. Here, have them back...
Summary: Zoro finds something very interesting in the marketplace.
Excuse: Regarding a certain common trend in dj's/fanart/fanfic -- sure, it's pretty, but taking canon behaviour into consideration... (Or, yes, my preferences/perceptions are showing again.)
~~~
"What shit is this?!"
It was about what he'd expected to hear, really, when he'd taken advantage of a quiet moment (right after lunch dishes, an hour before snacktime) to drop the crudely-printed hand-drawn comic magazine on the galley counter.
Zoro hadn't replied when Sanji asked what that was about, hadn't said a word at the hastily indrawn breath as the cook took in the (definitely not for children) contents, hadn't even smirked when Sanji peered more closely at the images on the page and turned pale on recognizing not just what they were doing, but who they were evidently meant to be.
There was a stuttering moment of shocked confusion, and then Sanji flipped rapidly back to the beginning and began scanning the pages more closely with a muttered, "Where did you get this?" and an intent expression.
"The market. Thought you'd want to see it."
"Yeah, well, I didn't. Who writes shit like this, anyway?"
"Far as I can tell, some girl a couple islands back; seems it sells well here."
Sanji, if it was possible, paled even further. "It's, this is," he stuttered, and then the colour began to mount furiously in the pale face.
Zoro cut him off with an, "All wrong, I know. I'm not girl-crazy like you, so why the fuck would I want you to act like one?"
Sanji's brain shuddered to a screeching halt around the vitriolic reaction to being cast as anyone's blushing, virginal, effeminate bride; rebooted; paused to prove a theory; and came up with, "But you do want me," in the flat voice that meant something was about to be diced under a black heel.
"Well," Zoro hedged, rubbing the back of his neck where it was turning pink.
"Well?"
"It's just..."
"Idiot," Sanji remarked.
And then he smiled.
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Date: 2008-05-14 03:08 pm (UTC)Haha I love an observant Sanji.
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Date: 2008-05-15 12:09 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2008-05-14 03:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-15 12:08 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2008-05-14 03:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-15 12:07 pm (UTC)You're ever so welcome! It kinda had to be done, didn't it? :)
Thanks!
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Date: 2008-05-14 11:38 pm (UTC)Though I'm with Sanji on the girlification. We know Zoro doesn't want you that way, hun!
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Date: 2008-05-15 11:56 am (UTC)Glad you enjoyed! Thanks!
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Date: 2008-05-14 11:48 pm (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2008-05-15 11:53 am (UTC)Thanks for the comment! :)
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Date: 2008-05-15 05:33 pm (UTC)Thanks!