OP Fic: Break Me

[moe81]

 

Title: Break Me

Rating: PG-13 … I think

Pairing: Zoro/Sanji

Word count: 199

Notes: x-posted to OPY100 (there are evil people over there. No names saiyako). No one but me read this before it was posted, so please feel free to flame me to death if need be.

 

There were rules for a reason. And the damn marimo had broken every single one of them.

 

The Kitchen was his domain and no one else was to enter it; with the exception of his lovely ladies because they could go wherever, and whenever, they wanted. The thought of his Nami-san and Robin-chan had his eyes turning to hearts.

 

If, by some chance, someone did enter the Kitchen, it was only polite to NOT pollute the air with the stench of sweat and steel and over-ripe from exercise, seaweed-head.

 

NEVER was someone to enter his personal space without permission. Unless it was delicate and beautiful women who were throwing themselves at him.

 

The damn cabbage didn’t seriously think he could pick a fight with him, all up close and in his face, and expect him to NOT retaliate with his feet; even when his hips were straining to push against the muscled thigh lodged between his legs.

 

And no one, absolutely no one, was to steal a kiss from him. Especially a slack-jawed, dumbass swordsman, who knew how to take the breath from someone and suck out their soul through their mouths.

 

“Rules were meant to be broken, shitty cook.”

Comments

[ends-of-time.livejournal.com]

You can't tell, but I am grrrrrrr-ing at you right now, cuz it takes me forever to write anything, and even though I've never written a drabble before, I'm sure it would be a ridiculously plotted-out endeavor, thus destroying the whole point of a drabble. Cuz I'm special like that.

I've read Blue too, and I like both. I like almost everything you do, or at least what I've read of yours so far. LOVE ITTTTTT!!! Can't wait to see more!

[moe81.livejournal.com]

*reels in thought about patting* I'll just go over here. *scuttles away*

It works well then, 'cause I can't write the long stuff, which sucks because I keep getting ideas. But as long as you keep writing what you do, I can continue to squeal and jump up and down with glee!

Thank you, my dearest. You feed my imagination with ego (and that didn't sound quite right... BUT WE'LL GO WITH THAT!).