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A/N: So this started out on tumblr. I had people giving me Christmas prompts. One word representative of the whole month of December. Masteryoshi88 gave me the word "Christmas Dinner". This was the end result. All of these fics won't be from the Christmas Prompts. Some of these will be just from other inspirations that come to me and my ZoSan Christmas Exchange fic might go here too.
"Relax marimo! It's just a fucking Christmas Dinner, not the end of the goddamn world!" Sanji scolds as he straightens his boyfriend's tie. They'd been dating for two years and Sanji's father, Zeff had finally decided it was time to meet the man that had made an honest man out of his womanizing son. Zeff had said in no uncertain terms that if he didn't meet Zoro, Sanji would not be getting to inherit the Baratie, not that he wanted to inherit it anyways, stupid geezer. Still, Sanji had no choice but to invite Zoro, and now they were getting ready to go over to his father's apartment to properly introduce his boyfriend to his father.
"Don't fucking tell me to relax curly, it's not like I wanna go and meet your father. You've told me enough about him that I already know he won't like me." Zoro grumbled irritably, fidgeting as Sanji straightened his suit out. Zoro cast an almost nervous glance up at the apartment complex in front of him. For four flights of stairs, it sure looked fucking scary. Scary enough that Zoro felt like he was coming down with Usopp's 'I-can't-climb-stairs-because-I'm-allergic' disease.
Sanji swatted Zoro's shoulder and said "He's not that bad, promise. C'mon shit-swordsman, grab the wine and we'll go." Sanji walked ahead and Zoro did as he was told, grabbing the wine Sanji had brought for the dinner and then shutting and locking the car behind him. Following Sanji into the building, Zoro felt a nervous weight settle into the pit of his stomach as they went upstairs.
Soon enough, they arrived at the door to the apartment of Sanji's father, Zeff. Standing in front of it, Sanji turned to look at Zoro and asked "Ready, mossball?" Zoro wanted to say no, but he couldn't get the words out, instead, he just shook his head to say that no, no he wasn't ready.
Sanji ignored him though, because he said "Too bad, we're already here Zoro." Sanji knocked on the door and stepped back. Soon enough, the door opened and Zoro found that he was face to face with an imposing man with an impressive blonde braided mustache. Zoro watched the male size him up. Zoro tried to look confident. He hoped he looked confident in that 'I don't give a shit' way of his that came naturally to him normally.
After a few long moments, the man folded his arms across his chest and said while stroking that impressive mustache "So…..you're the man that's fucking my son."
In that instant, Zoro knew that this was going to be the fucking Christmas dinner from hell.