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onepieceyaoi100Title: RP time!
Pairing: Sanji/zoro
words 229
topic: Classics
rating: R
notes: after racking my brain I FINALLY thought of some ideas for this topic.
Zoros turn tonight. Sanji wasn’t fully certain that his increased pulse was of dread or anticipation. Well whatever the swordsman chose to do, he supposed it would be okay with him. Sanji could take it like a man, after all and the humiliation would still be worth last week.
Sanji snickered at the memory as he approached the private room, Zoro had rented for the evening. The memory of “rescued sweet virgin princess Zoro” showering him with thanks that could only be described as obscene, was well worth whatever the hell the other man thought up.
In the room the cook was a little taken a back. His classic black suit and blue striped shirt lay neatly on the bed. He hadn’t worn it in quite awhile he realized upon seeing it again. Zoro was behind him and growled into his ear.
“It’s like this. You are the you at the beginning, back when you thought you could never be with a man…let alone me. We’ll get into one of our typical scuffles…and I’ll make you see how wrong you are.”
Sanji picked up the suit with care…careful not to betray his inner embarrassment at how innocent and naïve he had been back then.
“The beginning, huh? Feeling nostalgic?”
“Nah, but with your fucked up imagination…I’ll be the one to benefit if I can make you appreciate the classics.”
Pairing: Sanji/zoro
words 229
topic: Classics
rating: R
notes: after racking my brain I FINALLY thought of some ideas for this topic.
Zoros turn tonight. Sanji wasn’t fully certain that his increased pulse was of dread or anticipation. Well whatever the swordsman chose to do, he supposed it would be okay with him. Sanji could take it like a man, after all and the humiliation would still be worth last week.
Sanji snickered at the memory as he approached the private room, Zoro had rented for the evening. The memory of “rescued sweet virgin princess Zoro” showering him with thanks that could only be described as obscene, was well worth whatever the hell the other man thought up.
In the room the cook was a little taken a back. His classic black suit and blue striped shirt lay neatly on the bed. He hadn’t worn it in quite awhile he realized upon seeing it again. Zoro was behind him and growled into his ear.
“It’s like this. You are the you at the beginning, back when you thought you could never be with a man…let alone me. We’ll get into one of our typical scuffles…and I’ll make you see how wrong you are.”
Sanji picked up the suit with care…careful not to betray his inner embarrassment at how innocent and naïve he had been back then.
“The beginning, huh? Feeling nostalgic?”
“Nah, but with your fucked up imagination…I’ll be the one to benefit if I can make you appreciate the classics.”
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Date: 2008-06-28 06:11 pm (UTC)BTW, in the sentence "Sanji snickered at the memory as he approached the private room, Zoro had rented for the evening," you don't need the comma.
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Date: 2008-06-28 10:11 pm (UTC)no subject
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