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Sep. 30th, 2008 09:22 pmTitle: Flagged
Rating: G
Word count: 300
Pairing: Zeff/Sanji
Topic: Journal
Every fighting cook aboard the floating restaurant Baratie respected Owner Zeff’s privacy.
Sanji, however, didn’t consider himself a mere cook.
He didn’t particularly care when they called him an arrogant bastard. He was assistant head chef, he’d paid his dues.
So it had been no big deal to Sanji to stride into Zeff’s room like he owned the place, even if the other cooks might have cowered and blustered at the very idea.
Zeff was down in the kitchen anyway, and he’d been working himself into quite a rage when Sanji had slipped away, so he wasn’t likely to venture up to his room any time soon.
Not that Sanji had planned it that way. He wasn’t afraid of the old fart catching him, or anything like that.
He’d been looking for recipes, because the old man always did like to hold out on him.
He wasn’t expecting to see that symbol.
A yellow duck, a chef’s hat, a fork and spoon crossed behind it.
Sanji reached for the book almost instinctively, heart thundering in his chest.
Except it wasn’t his heart pounding like that.
It was a peg leg on the wooden floor.
Zeff glanced between the journal in his hands and Sanji’s face.
His eyes narrowed.
Very slowly, very carefully, Zeff moved closer, and Sanji didn’t remember stepping backwards, but the desk was suddenly pressing against his spine.
Zeff was close, too close, and Sanji could feel the old man’s breath against his face.
Zeff reached forwards, and the brush of calloused fingers against his hand made Sanji shiver.
Zeff wasn’t blinking. Sanji wasn’t breathing.
He didn’t resist when Zeff tugged the book from his grip.
The silence between them was too heavy.
And then Zeff turned and walked from the room.
Sanji, distractedly, realised he was sweating.
Rating: G
Word count: 300
Pairing: Zeff/Sanji
Topic: Journal
Every fighting cook aboard the floating restaurant Baratie respected Owner Zeff’s privacy.
Sanji, however, didn’t consider himself a mere cook.
He didn’t particularly care when they called him an arrogant bastard. He was assistant head chef, he’d paid his dues.
So it had been no big deal to Sanji to stride into Zeff’s room like he owned the place, even if the other cooks might have cowered and blustered at the very idea.
Zeff was down in the kitchen anyway, and he’d been working himself into quite a rage when Sanji had slipped away, so he wasn’t likely to venture up to his room any time soon.
Not that Sanji had planned it that way. He wasn’t afraid of the old fart catching him, or anything like that.
He’d been looking for recipes, because the old man always did like to hold out on him.
He wasn’t expecting to see that symbol.
A yellow duck, a chef’s hat, a fork and spoon crossed behind it.
Sanji reached for the book almost instinctively, heart thundering in his chest.
Except it wasn’t his heart pounding like that.
It was a peg leg on the wooden floor.
Zeff glanced between the journal in his hands and Sanji’s face.
His eyes narrowed.
Very slowly, very carefully, Zeff moved closer, and Sanji didn’t remember stepping backwards, but the desk was suddenly pressing against his spine.
Zeff was close, too close, and Sanji could feel the old man’s breath against his face.
Zeff reached forwards, and the brush of calloused fingers against his hand made Sanji shiver.
Zeff wasn’t blinking. Sanji wasn’t breathing.
He didn’t resist when Zeff tugged the book from his grip.
The silence between them was too heavy.
And then Zeff turned and walked from the room.
Sanji, distractedly, realised he was sweating.
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Date: 2008-09-30 08:57 pm (UTC)Sanji just waltzing right into Zeff's room like he's better than everyone. I was a little scared for him though. Zeff seemed pretty pissed.
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Date: 2008-09-30 09:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-30 09:35 pm (UTC)Zeff is really just a dirty old man at heart. Is it wrong to like it so much?
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Date: 2008-09-30 10:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-30 10:46 pm (UTC)Today me and a friend had that exact same conversation. He said Zeff was badass and I agreed and told him I was so growing a mustache like his. Then I remembered women with mustaches are creepy.
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Date: 2008-09-30 10:56 pm (UTC)Also, yes, Sanji got a special kind of 'education' on the Baratie. He learned to cook brilliantly, to treat women like untouchable goddesses, to snark with the best of them, and to always wear tight, tight and did I mention tight trousers. And if anyone ever questioned the latter, Zeff was there to kick them in the head before Sanji realised that maybe there's something not quite normal about the way the entire restaurant, cooks and diners alike, sighed every time he bent over.
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Date: 2008-10-01 04:02 am (UTC)The image in my head of the "Make Sanji of Baratie our living sex sybol conspircy". LOVE LOVE the chefs sighing.
Hmm..I should go comment on the drabble first THEN comment on the comments..I just couldn't resist.
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Date: 2008-10-01 11:43 pm (UTC)It's the kind of education you can only get from ex-pirates. The pretty boy with the dirty mouth.
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Date: 2008-09-30 09:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-30 09:31 pm (UTC)blondedumb or really asking to be bent over Zeff's knee. ;Dno subject
Date: 2008-10-01 04:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-01 03:44 pm (UTC)He'd do anything for a good spanking!P~shaw! Sanji's a good boy! Zeff would never, ever need to- oh. okay, maybe once every-so-often, just to keep the young shippersnapper in line XDno subject
Date: 2008-10-01 06:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-01 02:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-01 06:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-01 06:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-01 04:07 am (UTC)He didn't know what would be worse.
Great job! Not nearly enough Zeff/sanji fic!
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Date: 2008-10-01 06:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-01 12:28 pm (UTC)How far would Sanji 'not resist'?
Great as always!!!
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Date: 2008-10-01 06:07 pm (UTC)Thank you for the comments, glad you enjoyed.