One Piece - Zoro/Sanji - #48 Guilty
Title: Silver
Fandom: One Piece
Characters: Zoro/Sanji
Prompt: #48 Guilty
Word Count: 267
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Good thing he knew the Heimlich maneuver.
Zoro was sulking, which wasn’t unusual.
What was unusual was that Sanji actually felt guilty, and he didn’t particularly like the feeling.
He and Zoro had fought countless times, with varying degrees of severity behind their motives. They’d kicked and slashed and hit at each other, traded insults in the same way most people traded greetings, and had been involved in an ongoing battle of one-upmanship since their first meeting.
Yet, it was the first time Sanji had actually honestly blamed himself for putting Zoro in any danger, the first time he’d panicked and caught a flash of Zoro’s mortality, and it was only for the briefest of moments but it still left Sanji with a cold sweat and a thundering heartbeat every time he thought about it.
“Will you quit feeling sorry for yourself,” Zoro groused, rousing him from his thoughts. “I’m the one who almost choked, so I don’t know why you’re looking so miserable.”
“It’s an old tradition, I should have said something,” Sanji sighed, pointedly not looking Zoro in the eye. “I mixed it into the Christmas pudding without thinking, I-”
“I swear, lovecook,” Zoro interrupted with a hiss. “If you apologise, I’ll slit your throat.”
Sanji scoffed and rolled his eyes and, just like that, it was over, the guilt was gone, and everything felt back to normal.
“If you really think the world’s greatest swordsman could be killed by a damn thimble, you’re more of an idiot than I thought,” he heard Zoro mumble under his breath and Sanji frowned and jammed a cigarette between his lips to hide his smile.
Fandom: One Piece
Characters: Zoro/Sanji
Prompt: #48 Guilty
Word Count: 267
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Good thing he knew the Heimlich maneuver.
Zoro was sulking, which wasn’t unusual.
What was unusual was that Sanji actually felt guilty, and he didn’t particularly like the feeling.
He and Zoro had fought countless times, with varying degrees of severity behind their motives. They’d kicked and slashed and hit at each other, traded insults in the same way most people traded greetings, and had been involved in an ongoing battle of one-upmanship since their first meeting.
Yet, it was the first time Sanji had actually honestly blamed himself for putting Zoro in any danger, the first time he’d panicked and caught a flash of Zoro’s mortality, and it was only for the briefest of moments but it still left Sanji with a cold sweat and a thundering heartbeat every time he thought about it.
“Will you quit feeling sorry for yourself,” Zoro groused, rousing him from his thoughts. “I’m the one who almost choked, so I don’t know why you’re looking so miserable.”
“It’s an old tradition, I should have said something,” Sanji sighed, pointedly not looking Zoro in the eye. “I mixed it into the Christmas pudding without thinking, I-”
“I swear, lovecook,” Zoro interrupted with a hiss. “If you apologise, I’ll slit your throat.”
Sanji scoffed and rolled his eyes and, just like that, it was over, the guilt was gone, and everything felt back to normal.
“If you really think the world’s greatest swordsman could be killed by a damn thimble, you’re more of an idiot than I thought,” he heard Zoro mumble under his breath and Sanji frowned and jammed a cigarette between his lips to hide his smile.