(One Piece-General. 098. Vulnerable.)
Title: The Suit
Author: formerly princeivy, now under cuethe_pulse
Fandom: One Piece
Characters: Zoro x Sanji; Vivi x Kohza and Nami x Usopp and Robin x Franky in the background
Prompt: 098-Vulnerable
Word Count: 682
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/Spoilers: Future fic; references up to post-Enies Lobby
Summary: Sanji’s heartbroken and that has to be the only reason he thinks Zoro looks good in his suit.
Vivi had been officially married for five minutes, tops, and Sanji’s heart was completely broken. But it was all right. It wasn’t the first time; he’d gotten used to heartache. He’d gotten comfortable with the way Franky and Robin eyed each other when they thought no one was looking. And seeing Nami and Usopp hold hands no longer made him want to gouge his eyes out. (It still made him cry a little at night, though.)
The Alabastian princess made a beautiful bride. And Kohza cleaned up pretty nice, too. Sanji watched the couple glide through the room, arm in arm, as they accepted congratulations from members of various royal families. They were going to be big, he could tell. They were going to do great things together. They were going to make the desert kingdom shine. They were going to make gorgeous babies.
Goddammit, he was such a loser.
“Lost another one, eh, shit-cook?”
Sanji whipped his heard around to glare murderously at the man behind him. “Die,” was his scathing retort.
Zoro merely chuckled and casually came to stand beside him, practically sauntering up like he was cool or something. Sanji scoffed at the thought. Though, he had to admit, the ape did look good in his suit. Too good. Like a different person, almost. A hot person.
“What’re you staring at me for?”
He was not staring.
“I’m not staring. I was just wondering how you managed to make yourself look like something resembling a human being.”
“Tch, stupid suit.” He reached up and tugged unnecessarily on his tie. “Feels like I’m suffocating.”
“Leave it,” Sanji admonished, swatting his hands away.
“I look like an idiot,” the swordsman hissed.
“You look refined.”
“Like I said…”
Sanji rolled his eyes and tried to focus on the glamorous couple across the room, but for some reason, his attention kept returning to the man at his side. Maybe it was the romantic wedding atmosphere, and maybe it was because all the lovely ladies had deserted him, but Zoro did look really good. Some small part of Sanji’s mind-some truly wicked, sinful part-was currently supplying him with a multitude of delicious ways that Zoro could repair his broken heart. And Sanji was a little surprised to find himself all too willing to let the swordsman do just that, as long as he kept that suit on as long as possible.
“Oi, cook-” Any words that might’ve followed turned into some strange sort of gibberish as Sanji’s slender fingers wrapped around Zoro’s tie and, after a moment’s consideration, pulled. Their lips mashed together in a way that was not refined in the least; Zoro’s body went stiff and he started to protest for maybe a second or two before placing his hands lightly on Sanji’s shoulders, relaxing into the kiss that was quickly growing to be as hot as Alabastian summers.
But that heat was soon cooled when Sanji came to his senses and realized he was kissing Roronoa Zoro in front of-fuck-absolutely everyone.
He released the other man’s tie like it was on fire and pulled back, his one visible eye wide and slightly hysterical. Zoro’s eyes were closed (he looked a little dazed and had this been any other moment in time, Sanji would’ve felt quite triumphant; right now, he just felt embarrassed as hell) and so he didn’t see the shiny back shoe coming until it had hit him square in the face and he found himself on flat his back.
“You-you brute!” He shakily pointed an accusing finger at the swordsman. “How dare you take advantage of my vulnerable state?!”
Zoro could only stare and sputter, “How dare I-What?!”
Sanji kicked him a couple more times before he had the sense to fight back, while the scandalized guests watched with horrified expressions and whispered to one another behind their hands. Kohza looked at his bride and his mouth dropped open when he saw she was fanning her flushed face.
“Well…that was kind of hot, huh?”
“Vivi!”
Stupid gay guys in their stupid suits.
Author: formerly princeivy, now under cuethe_pulse
Fandom: One Piece
Characters: Zoro x Sanji; Vivi x Kohza and Nami x Usopp and Robin x Franky in the background
Prompt: 098-Vulnerable
Word Count: 682
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/Spoilers: Future fic; references up to post-Enies Lobby
Summary: Sanji’s heartbroken and that has to be the only reason he thinks Zoro looks good in his suit.
Vivi had been officially married for five minutes, tops, and Sanji’s heart was completely broken. But it was all right. It wasn’t the first time; he’d gotten used to heartache. He’d gotten comfortable with the way Franky and Robin eyed each other when they thought no one was looking. And seeing Nami and Usopp hold hands no longer made him want to gouge his eyes out. (It still made him cry a little at night, though.)
The Alabastian princess made a beautiful bride. And Kohza cleaned up pretty nice, too. Sanji watched the couple glide through the room, arm in arm, as they accepted congratulations from members of various royal families. They were going to be big, he could tell. They were going to do great things together. They were going to make the desert kingdom shine. They were going to make gorgeous babies.
Goddammit, he was such a loser.
“Lost another one, eh, shit-cook?”
Sanji whipped his heard around to glare murderously at the man behind him. “Die,” was his scathing retort.
Zoro merely chuckled and casually came to stand beside him, practically sauntering up like he was cool or something. Sanji scoffed at the thought. Though, he had to admit, the ape did look good in his suit. Too good. Like a different person, almost. A hot person.
“What’re you staring at me for?”
He was not staring.
“I’m not staring. I was just wondering how you managed to make yourself look like something resembling a human being.”
“Tch, stupid suit.” He reached up and tugged unnecessarily on his tie. “Feels like I’m suffocating.”
“Leave it,” Sanji admonished, swatting his hands away.
“I look like an idiot,” the swordsman hissed.
“You look refined.”
“Like I said…”
Sanji rolled his eyes and tried to focus on the glamorous couple across the room, but for some reason, his attention kept returning to the man at his side. Maybe it was the romantic wedding atmosphere, and maybe it was because all the lovely ladies had deserted him, but Zoro did look really good. Some small part of Sanji’s mind-some truly wicked, sinful part-was currently supplying him with a multitude of delicious ways that Zoro could repair his broken heart. And Sanji was a little surprised to find himself all too willing to let the swordsman do just that, as long as he kept that suit on as long as possible.
“Oi, cook-” Any words that might’ve followed turned into some strange sort of gibberish as Sanji’s slender fingers wrapped around Zoro’s tie and, after a moment’s consideration, pulled. Their lips mashed together in a way that was not refined in the least; Zoro’s body went stiff and he started to protest for maybe a second or two before placing his hands lightly on Sanji’s shoulders, relaxing into the kiss that was quickly growing to be as hot as Alabastian summers.
But that heat was soon cooled when Sanji came to his senses and realized he was kissing Roronoa Zoro in front of-fuck-absolutely everyone.
He released the other man’s tie like it was on fire and pulled back, his one visible eye wide and slightly hysterical. Zoro’s eyes were closed (he looked a little dazed and had this been any other moment in time, Sanji would’ve felt quite triumphant; right now, he just felt embarrassed as hell) and so he didn’t see the shiny back shoe coming until it had hit him square in the face and he found himself on flat his back.
“You-you brute!” He shakily pointed an accusing finger at the swordsman. “How dare you take advantage of my vulnerable state?!”
Zoro could only stare and sputter, “How dare I-What?!”
Sanji kicked him a couple more times before he had the sense to fight back, while the scandalized guests watched with horrified expressions and whispered to one another behind their hands. Kohza looked at his bride and his mouth dropped open when he saw she was fanning her flushed face.
“Well…that was kind of hot, huh?”
“Vivi!”
Stupid gay guys in their stupid suits.