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onepieceyaoi100Title: White Snow
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Smoker/Ace
Topic: Snow
Word Count: 239
A/N: Pre-Impel Down because too much very sad Smo/Ace lately
For once the brat is wearing something over his chest. But rather than appreciating it, it bugs Smoker, instead reminding him of what lies underneath. The marine captain keeps expecting steam to be rising out from the pirate's boots and jacket collar but it seems that for once, Ace actually has his devil fruit under control enough not to leak the slightest bit out. Which is more than Smoker can say for himself.
The smoke logia in him longs to embrace the white cloud falling all around even as it seeks to run and hide from the wet cold that would drown him. It's even harder than normal not to want to move closer to Ace for warmth.
Smoker refrains, too many people around and that's the very reason Ace is even wearing a jacket for once.
"You look like a pimp," Smoker grumbles quietly.
"And you look like a marine," Ace grinned, "So we all win."
Smoker whacked him upside the head.
"Joke, Taisa, it was a joke," Ace whined. "Besides," he examined his reflection in a store window, "I look like an informant."
Smoker sighed, "Or an eat-and-run."
Ace beamed, "Then it'd be very accurate, ne?"
As Ace scampered off to randomly throw snowballs at the marine calling, "You're not supposed to catch them with your face!" Smoker realized something.
"It's going to be a long day," the marine grumbled re-thinking his plan to try to seduce information out of the brat.
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Smoker/Ace
Topic: Snow
Word Count: 239
A/N: Pre-Impel Down because too much very sad Smo/Ace lately
For once the brat is wearing something over his chest. But rather than appreciating it, it bugs Smoker, instead reminding him of what lies underneath. The marine captain keeps expecting steam to be rising out from the pirate's boots and jacket collar but it seems that for once, Ace actually has his devil fruit under control enough not to leak the slightest bit out. Which is more than Smoker can say for himself.
The smoke logia in him longs to embrace the white cloud falling all around even as it seeks to run and hide from the wet cold that would drown him. It's even harder than normal not to want to move closer to Ace for warmth.
Smoker refrains, too many people around and that's the very reason Ace is even wearing a jacket for once.
"You look like a pimp," Smoker grumbles quietly.
"And you look like a marine," Ace grinned, "So we all win."
Smoker whacked him upside the head.
"Joke, Taisa, it was a joke," Ace whined. "Besides," he examined his reflection in a store window, "I look like an informant."
Smoker sighed, "Or an eat-and-run."
Ace beamed, "Then it'd be very accurate, ne?"
As Ace scampered off to randomly throw snowballs at the marine calling, "You're not supposed to catch them with your face!" Smoker realized something.
"It's going to be a long day," the marine grumbled re-thinking his plan to try to seduce information out of the brat.
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Date: 2008-12-28 02:59 am (UTC)I'm so doing that to my brother.
I'm glad this is happy because I don't think I can take much more Smoker/Ace angst. It's killing me, I swear.
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Date: 2008-12-28 04:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-28 04:08 am (UTC)