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onepieceyaoi100So I realized that I missed the cross-dressing topic, which is just a SHAME, so I did it anyway, and it ended up fitting okay with this week's topic, and so I've got a pair of drabbles here that are, admittedly, flat, but I got them out of my system, which was the main objective anyway. ^^;; Give me a good, strong criticism, guys! I probably need it...seems everything I'm writing lately is just... meh. -_-;; I blame school burnout, except that finals are NEXT week so what's wrong with me NOW?! ;_;
Title: Pretty, Pretty…
Topic: Cross-dressing
Rating: PG
Pairing: ZoSan-ish
Word Count: 300
Summary: For the sake of a kingdom in turmoil…
A/N: I’m so out of practice…
“It’s for Nami-san, it’s for Nami-san, it’s for Nami-san,” Sanji chanted under his breath as Usopp zipped him up with a snicker.
“There we go, all prettied up for his date with the prince!”
Sanji would have kicked him in the head, but that would’ve given Luffy quite the show from across the room.
He was wearing a dress after all.
“Waaah, Sanji’s pretty!” the captain exclaimed before being distracted by the bunch of grapes he’d somehow missed during his second binge of the hour.
Zoro, relaxing by the window, leered at the blonde. “Oi… now if you’d just learn to keep your mouth shut, you wouldn’t make a bad bride, love-cook.”
Sanji glowered.
Usopp clucked disapprovingly at the swordsman. “Don’t provoke him into fighting after I spent all that time prettying him up!” he warned.
Sanji’s eye ticked at the word ‘prettying’. “Forget it. I’m not doing it. No more! I take it back!!”
Zoro smiled, shark-like. “Well if you don’t, Nami’s gotta,” he reminded the blonde. “I personally don’t mind either way, but didn’t you get all…”
The blonde clenched his teeth. There was that.
Why did they always have to get caught up in foreign countries’ cracked politics?! Couldn’t they usurp their own damned dictators?!
And why did dictators all have a thing for blondes?!
Seeing the indignant expression on the chef’s face that meant acquiescence, Zoro smirked. “Don’t worry, princess, your royal guard’ll protect you from the big ugly man,” he drawled arrogantly.
Sanji flushed. “Yeah? Who’ll keep me safe from your big-ugliness, asshole?”
Zoro laughed. “There’s not a man in the kingdom that can do that, hime-sama,” he chortled, folding his arms behind his head and leaning backwards so smugly he needed to die.
Growling, Sanji kicked Zoro in the head.
Luffy got his show.
END
Title: It’s Like…
Topic: Dancing
Rating: PG
Pairing: ZoSan
Word Count: 300
Summary: The adventures of Princess Sanji and her cute-but-dumb bodyguard continue!
A/N: Still out of practice…
“It’s a ball dumbass, how the hell are you gonna be of any use if you can’t dance?!”
Zoro shrugged. “I could punch ‘em instead.”
Sanji would’ve rubbed his aching temples except if he messed up the makeup Nami and Usopp had spent hours perfecting, there would be death. “Idiot… you can’t just go around punching the dictator’s adjuncts! We’d start a war for certain!”
Zoro shrugged noncommittally. “I never learned to dance,” he repeated.
Sanji sighed. “Which is why I’m teaching you stupid. If you can’t cut in civilly when I need you to then you’re totally useless as a bodyguard, got me?”
The swordsman snorted from his chair. “I could just drag you away if something happened,” he pressed, still put out by the idea of having to wear a fancy suit and do a fancy dance so that one fat pervert could gawk at the pretty princess.
“We don’t want to start a war, remember, idiot?!”
Zoro sneered. “Yeah, well if that was the only goal then all you’d have to do was marry the prince, princess.”
Argh. Losing patience, Sanji marched over and yanked Zoro to his feet, pulling him so he stood flush against the chef. “All right asshole, here’s an analogy I think you’ll understand,” the blonde grit out, squeezing Zoro’s forearms with unnecessary force. “It’s just like fighting.”
Zoro perked. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Sanji replied before stomping on the other man’s foot.
“Oww!! What the fuck you stupid…”
Sanji stomped again. “All right meathead, see if you can take me.”
The swordsman glared, forgetting his initial trepidation in light of the challenge. “Yeah? Bring it.”
They only had four hours left to learn, but neither pirate was worried anymore.
Fighting or twirling, both were 100% certain they wouldn’t want to dance with anyone else.
END
Ho hum... -_-;;
Title: Pretty, Pretty…
Topic: Cross-dressing
Rating: PG
Pairing: ZoSan-ish
Word Count: 300
Summary: For the sake of a kingdom in turmoil…
A/N: I’m so out of practice…
“It’s for Nami-san, it’s for Nami-san, it’s for Nami-san,” Sanji chanted under his breath as Usopp zipped him up with a snicker.
“There we go, all prettied up for his date with the prince!”
Sanji would have kicked him in the head, but that would’ve given Luffy quite the show from across the room.
He was wearing a dress after all.
“Waaah, Sanji’s pretty!” the captain exclaimed before being distracted by the bunch of grapes he’d somehow missed during his second binge of the hour.
Zoro, relaxing by the window, leered at the blonde. “Oi… now if you’d just learn to keep your mouth shut, you wouldn’t make a bad bride, love-cook.”
Sanji glowered.
Usopp clucked disapprovingly at the swordsman. “Don’t provoke him into fighting after I spent all that time prettying him up!” he warned.
Sanji’s eye ticked at the word ‘prettying’. “Forget it. I’m not doing it. No more! I take it back!!”
Zoro smiled, shark-like. “Well if you don’t, Nami’s gotta,” he reminded the blonde. “I personally don’t mind either way, but didn’t you get all…”
The blonde clenched his teeth. There was that.
Why did they always have to get caught up in foreign countries’ cracked politics?! Couldn’t they usurp their own damned dictators?!
And why did dictators all have a thing for blondes?!
Seeing the indignant expression on the chef’s face that meant acquiescence, Zoro smirked. “Don’t worry, princess, your royal guard’ll protect you from the big ugly man,” he drawled arrogantly.
Sanji flushed. “Yeah? Who’ll keep me safe from your big-ugliness, asshole?”
Zoro laughed. “There’s not a man in the kingdom that can do that, hime-sama,” he chortled, folding his arms behind his head and leaning backwards so smugly he needed to die.
Growling, Sanji kicked Zoro in the head.
Luffy got his show.
END
Title: It’s Like…
Topic: Dancing
Rating: PG
Pairing: ZoSan
Word Count: 300
Summary: The adventures of Princess Sanji and her cute-but-dumb bodyguard continue!
A/N: Still out of practice…
“It’s a ball dumbass, how the hell are you gonna be of any use if you can’t dance?!”
Zoro shrugged. “I could punch ‘em instead.”
Sanji would’ve rubbed his aching temples except if he messed up the makeup Nami and Usopp had spent hours perfecting, there would be death. “Idiot… you can’t just go around punching the dictator’s adjuncts! We’d start a war for certain!”
Zoro shrugged noncommittally. “I never learned to dance,” he repeated.
Sanji sighed. “Which is why I’m teaching you stupid. If you can’t cut in civilly when I need you to then you’re totally useless as a bodyguard, got me?”
The swordsman snorted from his chair. “I could just drag you away if something happened,” he pressed, still put out by the idea of having to wear a fancy suit and do a fancy dance so that one fat pervert could gawk at the pretty princess.
“We don’t want to start a war, remember, idiot?!”
Zoro sneered. “Yeah, well if that was the only goal then all you’d have to do was marry the prince, princess.”
Argh. Losing patience, Sanji marched over and yanked Zoro to his feet, pulling him so he stood flush against the chef. “All right asshole, here’s an analogy I think you’ll understand,” the blonde grit out, squeezing Zoro’s forearms with unnecessary force. “It’s just like fighting.”
Zoro perked. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Sanji replied before stomping on the other man’s foot.
“Oww!! What the fuck you stupid…”
Sanji stomped again. “All right meathead, see if you can take me.”
The swordsman glared, forgetting his initial trepidation in light of the challenge. “Yeah? Bring it.”
They only had four hours left to learn, but neither pirate was worried anymore.
Fighting or twirling, both were 100% certain they wouldn’t want to dance with anyone else.
END
Ho hum... -_-;;
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Date: 2005-06-04 08:25 pm (UTC)Those were adorable! I don't find them 'meh' at all!
“Waaah, Sanji’s pretty!” I can so see Luffy saying that.
leaning backwards so smugly he needed to die. *loves* Great line.
The second one is great if for no other reason than using Zoro logic, which while not quite as bad as Luffy logic, is still rather... special.
marry the prince And speaking of marriage... *prods you to write more of Z and S's marital unbliss*
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Date: 2005-06-04 10:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-05 06:47 pm (UTC)Gyahahahaha, ohhh man, my love for you and your foreign politimacal situations ^___^ The idea of Sanji and Zoro waltzing violently across the dancefloor has me all a-giggle.
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Date: 2005-06-07 04:58 am (UTC)“All right meathead, see if you can take me.”
I love fic where Sanji intentionally provoks Zoro. Especially for a calculated purpose. Even better though is the way Sanji just shows through, even though the whole thing is in third person.
Great job!
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Date: 2005-06-08 04:57 am (UTC)Love the way Sanji decides to teach Zoro to dance by stepping on his feet. Perfect!
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Date: 2005-06-16 06:00 pm (UTC)