A quartet of ficlets.
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onepieceyaoi100I bring an assortment of scattered drabbles. It's kind of like a chocolate assortment, except hopefully without the nasty fruit-and-molasses one that no one wants to eat.
Title: Sea Spray
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Word Count: 149.
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro.
Topic: Secret Fears (kind of...).
He swore the salt on his face was sea-spray. It couldn’t be anything else. Zoro had never seen Sanji cry before, and at the moment he was inclined to allow him his little illusions. Sanji’s face was hot and slick under Zoro’s lips, and he said the redness of his cheeks was windburn.
He said, he said, he said. He said he didn’t care that that shitty old man of his had heard about their relationship. He said that it didn’t bother him that Zeff had said that he’d never speak to him again. He said that old bastard had never really been his father, anyway, and had no say in what or who he did or didn’t do. He said he wasn’t sad, and that only a moron let somebody else handle the rudder of his heart.
It was all bullshit. And Sanji’s face was wet with sea-spray.
Title: Belongings
Rating: PG.
Word Count: 170.
Pairing: Light nakamashipping.
Topic: None.
Sanji was flipping through one of my old sketchbooks earlier today and found a rather nice drawing of Kaya that I had done back on East Blue. He whistled and said, “So that’s your Miss Kaya, then? She’s hot.”
Being a pirate and a gentleman, I shot him in the forehead for being lecherous towards Kaya (even if it was only in effigy). Sanji, being Sanji, bitched, kicked, and swore he’d slip mushrooms in my food. Business as usual on the Going Merry. Nami says it’s a miracle that I haven’t put someone’s eye out and that all of us haven’t killed each other and ourselves with the way we scrap. As if. We know each other’s strengths better than that.
After things had quieted back down, I actually thought about what Sanji had said and how he’d said it. Your Miss Kaya. Like saving her life and loving her makes her my possession somehow.
If that’s true, everyone on this ship belongs to everyone else a hundred times over.
Title: Schmutz
Rating: G. Yes, it's fluff.
Word Count: 152.
Pairing: Sanji/Usopp.
Topic: None.
Usopp has a handprint in flour on his hair.
It’s rather obvious that he hasn’t noticed it, or he would have quickly rid himself of the pale proof that Sanji had gotten affectionate while baking that morning. He has also failed to spot the smudge of flour across one cheekbone, left by a caressing thumb. He scratched below it a couple of times while he sketched at noontime, but the lightness dusted on his olive skin remains undisturbed.
Later, when someone overcomes their amusement long enough to point it out or he sees it in the mirror, he’ll blush and act indignant and brush his hair until it crackles and there’s not a trace of white in it anywhere. For now, though, pastel powder marks possession on raven-black hair, and a cook with floury hands smiles, lights a fresh cigarette, and somehow doesn’t detect the smear of blue paint decorating his jawline.
Title: Mixed Messages
Rating: R for the dirty language and the implied naughtiness. Sinful!
Word Count: 252.
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro.
Topic: None.
“Dammit, I don’t—“
“Shhh. Don’t you trust me?” A fingertip brushed lightly across his lip, teasing, before dropping down to touch the back of his outstretched hand.
“No.” The hand whipped around and clamped tightly onto the finger.
“Shithead!” The finger jerked out of his grasp, leaving him alone and groping in the dark. “Asshole! Goddammit, all I asked was for you to fucking TRY! Can you not fuck it up for once in your life when I’m trying to be romantic?”
“This isn’t romantic. It’s kinky and weird and really not a turnon. Can I take the blindfold off now?”
“Fine. Whatever. I don’t fucking care anymore. Do what you want.” The sharp sound of a lighter being flicked repeatedly by someone too angry to actually produce flame let Zoro finally home in on Sanji’s lips.
There was silence for a moment, broken only by soft wet sounds. Then there was a rustling of cloth, a thud, and a soft “Ooof!”
“Uh…marimo…”
“C’mon, don’t you trust me enough to let me do this blind? You’re the one who wanted to spice this up, after all. Don’t send mixed messages, moron; it’s annoying and womanish.”
“Bastard. I don’t trust you to find your own ass with both hands, both eyes, and a map, much less mine. What happened to blindfolds being ‘kinky and weird and really not a turnon?’”
“I changed my mind. I think it’s a challenge now.”
“Oh fuck.”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“I hate you.”
“Mixed messages, Love Cook.”
Title: Sea Spray
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Word Count: 149.
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro.
Topic: Secret Fears (kind of...).
He swore the salt on his face was sea-spray. It couldn’t be anything else. Zoro had never seen Sanji cry before, and at the moment he was inclined to allow him his little illusions. Sanji’s face was hot and slick under Zoro’s lips, and he said the redness of his cheeks was windburn.
He said, he said, he said. He said he didn’t care that that shitty old man of his had heard about their relationship. He said that it didn’t bother him that Zeff had said that he’d never speak to him again. He said that old bastard had never really been his father, anyway, and had no say in what or who he did or didn’t do. He said he wasn’t sad, and that only a moron let somebody else handle the rudder of his heart.
It was all bullshit. And Sanji’s face was wet with sea-spray.
Title: Belongings
Rating: PG.
Word Count: 170.
Pairing: Light nakamashipping.
Topic: None.
Sanji was flipping through one of my old sketchbooks earlier today and found a rather nice drawing of Kaya that I had done back on East Blue. He whistled and said, “So that’s your Miss Kaya, then? She’s hot.”
Being a pirate and a gentleman, I shot him in the forehead for being lecherous towards Kaya (even if it was only in effigy). Sanji, being Sanji, bitched, kicked, and swore he’d slip mushrooms in my food. Business as usual on the Going Merry. Nami says it’s a miracle that I haven’t put someone’s eye out and that all of us haven’t killed each other and ourselves with the way we scrap. As if. We know each other’s strengths better than that.
After things had quieted back down, I actually thought about what Sanji had said and how he’d said it. Your Miss Kaya. Like saving her life and loving her makes her my possession somehow.
If that’s true, everyone on this ship belongs to everyone else a hundred times over.
Title: Schmutz
Rating: G. Yes, it's fluff.
Word Count: 152.
Pairing: Sanji/Usopp.
Topic: None.
Usopp has a handprint in flour on his hair.
It’s rather obvious that he hasn’t noticed it, or he would have quickly rid himself of the pale proof that Sanji had gotten affectionate while baking that morning. He has also failed to spot the smudge of flour across one cheekbone, left by a caressing thumb. He scratched below it a couple of times while he sketched at noontime, but the lightness dusted on his olive skin remains undisturbed.
Later, when someone overcomes their amusement long enough to point it out or he sees it in the mirror, he’ll blush and act indignant and brush his hair until it crackles and there’s not a trace of white in it anywhere. For now, though, pastel powder marks possession on raven-black hair, and a cook with floury hands smiles, lights a fresh cigarette, and somehow doesn’t detect the smear of blue paint decorating his jawline.
Title: Mixed Messages
Rating: R for the dirty language and the implied naughtiness. Sinful!
Word Count: 252.
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro.
Topic: None.
“Dammit, I don’t—“
“Shhh. Don’t you trust me?” A fingertip brushed lightly across his lip, teasing, before dropping down to touch the back of his outstretched hand.
“No.” The hand whipped around and clamped tightly onto the finger.
“Shithead!” The finger jerked out of his grasp, leaving him alone and groping in the dark. “Asshole! Goddammit, all I asked was for you to fucking TRY! Can you not fuck it up for once in your life when I’m trying to be romantic?”
“This isn’t romantic. It’s kinky and weird and really not a turnon. Can I take the blindfold off now?”
“Fine. Whatever. I don’t fucking care anymore. Do what you want.” The sharp sound of a lighter being flicked repeatedly by someone too angry to actually produce flame let Zoro finally home in on Sanji’s lips.
There was silence for a moment, broken only by soft wet sounds. Then there was a rustling of cloth, a thud, and a soft “Ooof!”
“Uh…marimo…”
“C’mon, don’t you trust me enough to let me do this blind? You’re the one who wanted to spice this up, after all. Don’t send mixed messages, moron; it’s annoying and womanish.”
“Bastard. I don’t trust you to find your own ass with both hands, both eyes, and a map, much less mine. What happened to blindfolds being ‘kinky and weird and really not a turnon?’”
“I changed my mind. I think it’s a challenge now.”
“Oh fuck.”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“I hate you.”
“Mixed messages, Love Cook.”
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Date: 2006-02-01 11:56 am (UTC)So Zoro's the one being blinded?
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Date: 2006-02-02 05:22 am (UTC)Oretachi wa FAMILY!
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Date: 2006-02-01 09:09 pm (UTC)First off, for Sea Spray? Guh. It left me... horrendously depressed. In a good way though. *thoughtful expression* Er, well, if you can be depressed in a positive way. The thought of Zeff disowning poor Sanji over Zoro just... Ungh. This was quite the heart-shattering drabble dear.
Belongings though, made me giggle. A lot.
Sanji, being Sanji, bitched, kicked, and swore he’d slip mushrooms in my food. Business as usual on the Going Merry.
Ahhh... just the thing to lift my mood back up. xD
I've said before that I've never really been a big fan of the UsoSan pairing, BUT, it always seems to just... work with the way you put it. Schmutz was yet another reason for me to start grinning again.
*claps* Yiee! More ZoSan! XD Myuhoohoo, highly amusing. I liked this one very much as well. =^_^=
.....And thus, my ultra-super long comment comes to an end. =>>= And I return to my lurking spot again! *skitters off*
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Date: 2006-02-02 05:38 am (UTC)I work on luring people over to my happy UsoSan place one ficlet at a time. They're just so...cute.
And you can blame
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Date: 2008-10-22 10:29 am (UTC)BTW, mind if I friend you?
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Date: 2008-10-22 01:37 pm (UTC)And no, I don't mind at all. Go for eet!
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