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Title: A birthday treatment
words: 300ish
Pairing: Zeff & Sanji (innocently)
rating: PG
topic: Broken
It was the old bastard’s birthday.
The first year, he didn’t know it.
The second he secretly left a cake in the fridge but it had been eaten by Patty and Carne in a midnight fridge raid.
THIS year he got Carne and Patty in on the plan and got them to purchase a very special and very rare bottle of booze for him. He would tell the old man not to make a big deal about it, that it made up for the last two years.
That night after the Bartie had closed and Zeff sat at the bar waiting for the small boy to finish up in the kitchen so he could give him the days notes and send him to bed. It was usually up to Sanji to bring him an unfinished bottle of that night’s house special for these meetings.
Sanji trotted out from the kitchen with a hidden smirk, holding his precious cargo, his gift in his arms. He didn’t know one of the new guys had waxed the floor while Sanji had finished with the garbage out back, thinking everyone had already left.
Sanji slipped, flying forwards, desperate to protect the bottle, he didn’t let it go until the last moment.
CRACK!
The cook winced as he looked up at Zeff, not sure if he could trust himself not to cry.
Zeff was frowning at him and looked at the bottle he had rescued when he couldn’t reach the brat in time.
“You damn fool! You broke your wrist by saving this bottle, you know that right?”
Sanji grinned and blinked away the tears that had barely begun to form in the corner of his eyes. The bottle was safe. No reason to cry.
“Happy Birthday, old man!”
Zeff opened the bottle. The kid just gave up weeks of cooking for this, thinking it would make him smile. He should fix him of that notion here and now. Tell the kid not to sacrifice for him again.
“Mmm. Not bad brat. Thanks.”
Sanji grinned so hard he let Zeff start first aid without complaint.
For both, this was worth it.
words: 300ish
Pairing: Zeff & Sanji (innocently)
rating: PG
topic: Broken
It was the old bastard’s birthday.
The first year, he didn’t know it.
The second he secretly left a cake in the fridge but it had been eaten by Patty and Carne in a midnight fridge raid.
THIS year he got Carne and Patty in on the plan and got them to purchase a very special and very rare bottle of booze for him. He would tell the old man not to make a big deal about it, that it made up for the last two years.
That night after the Bartie had closed and Zeff sat at the bar waiting for the small boy to finish up in the kitchen so he could give him the days notes and send him to bed. It was usually up to Sanji to bring him an unfinished bottle of that night’s house special for these meetings.
Sanji trotted out from the kitchen with a hidden smirk, holding his precious cargo, his gift in his arms. He didn’t know one of the new guys had waxed the floor while Sanji had finished with the garbage out back, thinking everyone had already left.
Sanji slipped, flying forwards, desperate to protect the bottle, he didn’t let it go until the last moment.
CRACK!
The cook winced as he looked up at Zeff, not sure if he could trust himself not to cry.
Zeff was frowning at him and looked at the bottle he had rescued when he couldn’t reach the brat in time.
“You damn fool! You broke your wrist by saving this bottle, you know that right?”
Sanji grinned and blinked away the tears that had barely begun to form in the corner of his eyes. The bottle was safe. No reason to cry.
“Happy Birthday, old man!”
Zeff opened the bottle. The kid just gave up weeks of cooking for this, thinking it would make him smile. He should fix him of that notion here and now. Tell the kid not to sacrifice for him again.
“Mmm. Not bad brat. Thanks.”
Sanji grinned so hard he let Zeff start first aid without complaint.
For both, this was worth it.