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onepieceyaoi100This is probably the strangest pairing I've ever written with the exception of Bon Clay/Sanji's Hideous Skypeia Shirt.
Title: Absent Friends
Word Count: 300 exactly (after much angsting and careful word rearrangement).
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Zeff/Smoker. Yes, you read that right.
Topic: Pirates and Marines.
When the eggplant started smoking, Zeff had nearly scrubbed his mouth out with soap. He’d kicked him, scolded him, told him it would ruin his sense of taste, and the brat had just grinned at him and said that adults smoked and so did he. Zeff knew a losing battle when he saw one, and had thrown up his hands and told Sanji to go smoke outside.
Over time, Zeff had taught himself to ignore the scent of cigarette smoke that clung to Sanji like a second skin. But sometimes…sometimes it caught him by surprise. Early in the morning especially, when they were doing the day’s baking and dawn was barely more than a faint glow in the sky.
Then, he remembered being much younger and much stupider. He remembered not having his own ship or as many responsibilities or shitty little eggplants to kick into shape. He also remembered an equally young, equally stupid Marine recruit with hair as grey as iron who had trailed smoke after him everywhere he went. It had offended Zeff’s palate, and he’d complained about it more times than he cared to think of. He hated kissing someone who tasted like oven scrapings.
Smoker had told him to go kiss someone else then, someone who tasted better, someone less likely to arrest him. Told him that a pirate chef really ought to have better taste than to sleep with Marines, even if it was only when his ship snuck onto the island for supplies. Zeff had kicked him every damn time he made that pun.
Cigars were different enough from cigarettes that Zeff usually did all right, but every now and then Sanji would buy off-brand cigarettes that smelled almost the same and Zeff would kick the brat a good one for absent friends.
Title: Absent Friends
Word Count: 300 exactly (after much angsting and careful word rearrangement).
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Zeff/Smoker. Yes, you read that right.
Topic: Pirates and Marines.
When the eggplant started smoking, Zeff had nearly scrubbed his mouth out with soap. He’d kicked him, scolded him, told him it would ruin his sense of taste, and the brat had just grinned at him and said that adults smoked and so did he. Zeff knew a losing battle when he saw one, and had thrown up his hands and told Sanji to go smoke outside.
Over time, Zeff had taught himself to ignore the scent of cigarette smoke that clung to Sanji like a second skin. But sometimes…sometimes it caught him by surprise. Early in the morning especially, when they were doing the day’s baking and dawn was barely more than a faint glow in the sky.
Then, he remembered being much younger and much stupider. He remembered not having his own ship or as many responsibilities or shitty little eggplants to kick into shape. He also remembered an equally young, equally stupid Marine recruit with hair as grey as iron who had trailed smoke after him everywhere he went. It had offended Zeff’s palate, and he’d complained about it more times than he cared to think of. He hated kissing someone who tasted like oven scrapings.
Smoker had told him to go kiss someone else then, someone who tasted better, someone less likely to arrest him. Told him that a pirate chef really ought to have better taste than to sleep with Marines, even if it was only when his ship snuck onto the island for supplies. Zeff had kicked him every damn time he made that pun.
Cigars were different enough from cigarettes that Zeff usually did all right, but every now and then Sanji would buy off-brand cigarettes that smelled almost the same and Zeff would kick the brat a good one for absent friends.
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Date: 2006-02-26 02:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-26 06:48 pm (UTC)Every now and then, I even succeed.
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Date: 2006-02-26 06:53 pm (UTC)...
Well, now that we've solved the mystery of Koby's parentage...
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Date: 2006-02-27 01:44 pm (UTC)Usopp will be so happy to know he has a younger brother.no subject
Date: 2006-02-27 06:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-26 05:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-26 06:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-26 05:56 pm (UTC)(Poor little eggplant, getting kicked anyway... *snickers*)
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Date: 2006-02-26 07:00 pm (UTC)(Sanji gets no love. None! Except when he does.)
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Date: 2006-02-27 08:23 am (UTC)When I first saw the pairing I don't know what I READ, but I think I was still surprised when I finally realized OH GOD SMOKER.
Leading logically on to the thought of, "OMG SMOKER IS ZEFF'S BUTTBOY ALL ALONG."
My brain is broken.
Of course to continue tradition Ace is going to have to get one of his own when he gets older.
Like Sanji and Zoro's adopted kid.no subject
Date: 2006-02-27 01:47 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-02-28 04:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-28 07:08 pm (UTC)And... you wrote a "Bon Clay/Sanji's Hideous Skypeia Shirt" fic? XD ...Should I ask if you can provide a link for me to try it? (Despite curiosity being able to kill the cat... XD)
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Date: 2006-02-28 07:12 pm (UTC)As for the Bon Clay/The Shirt fic, it can be found here (http://community.livejournal.com/onepiececrack/2658.html). Read at your own risk. I'm not responsible for any incidences of brain bleeding.
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Date: 2008-08-25 02:31 am (UTC)Well, you're succeeding. Great job! :D