Makeup Theme
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onepieceyaoi100Title: Of transvestites and well-dressed blond gentlemen
Rating:T
Word Count:300
Pairing:Sanji/anonymous okama and Sanji/Zoro (light)
Topic:Makeup
Notes: My first posting to this community! I thought it was kind of funny that when I read makeup, Sanji was the first to come to mind. And transvestites. They're really the ones who wear the most in One Piece, anyway.
Sanji was tired of running.
Oh, he hasn’t always been running. When he was on the Thousand Sunny—and the Going Merry, but speaking of the Merry always brought back unbidden (and unshed) tears to his eyes—he had pranced for his ladies, cooked for his crew, fought with his—cough, fought with the swordsman. He had smoked, walked with dignity, flirted. Okay, he had occasionally run when the moment called, but he found that it was a bit unseemly.
But now, he found himself flat-out sprinting for his fucking life.
“Hey! You’re one of us, right?” a flirtatious voice called out after him, promising him massages and sex and all sorts of unwanted goodies. Yes, shockingly, sex was unwanted from this particular breed of femininity. “Come back! Kyaaa~!”
“Hell, no! Get away from me, you freaks!” Sanji shouted over his shoulder.
Sanji regretted his womanizing tendencies, just this once. He had approached those shapely figures in the mist of the hot springs, and found a horrible image burnt into his head forever.
It was like Bon Kurei all over again. Except naked. And with more groping.
More than he ever wanted.
One of the burlier ones pounced—caught—trussed him up.
The relatively prettier ones grinned triumphantly, wielding cosmetics that hadn’t touched his skin since he’d committed to the manly Roronoa Zoro, who wouldn’t even consider it drunk.
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When the rest of his crew found him, miserably sipping tea on a pink toadstool, he knew that it was just his luck that Zoro saw him first.
He was never going to be able to make up for his loss of manliness in the swordsman’s eyes. He raised a leg threateningly, but…
“No fighting. I don’t want any of that makeup shit on my swords, cook. Or my face.”
Rating:T
Word Count:300
Pairing:Sanji/anonymous okama and Sanji/Zoro (light)
Topic:Makeup
Notes: My first posting to this community! I thought it was kind of funny that when I read makeup, Sanji was the first to come to mind. And transvestites. They're really the ones who wear the most in One Piece, anyway.
Sanji was tired of running.
Oh, he hasn’t always been running. When he was on the Thousand Sunny—and the Going Merry, but speaking of the Merry always brought back unbidden (and unshed) tears to his eyes—he had pranced for his ladies, cooked for his crew, fought with his—cough, fought with the swordsman. He had smoked, walked with dignity, flirted. Okay, he had occasionally run when the moment called, but he found that it was a bit unseemly.
But now, he found himself flat-out sprinting for his fucking life.
“Hey! You’re one of us, right?” a flirtatious voice called out after him, promising him massages and sex and all sorts of unwanted goodies. Yes, shockingly, sex was unwanted from this particular breed of femininity. “Come back! Kyaaa~!”
“Hell, no! Get away from me, you freaks!” Sanji shouted over his shoulder.
Sanji regretted his womanizing tendencies, just this once. He had approached those shapely figures in the mist of the hot springs, and found a horrible image burnt into his head forever.
It was like Bon Kurei all over again. Except naked. And with more groping.
More than he ever wanted.
One of the burlier ones pounced—caught—trussed him up.
The relatively prettier ones grinned triumphantly, wielding cosmetics that hadn’t touched his skin since he’d committed to the manly Roronoa Zoro, who wouldn’t even consider it drunk.
---
When the rest of his crew found him, miserably sipping tea on a pink toadstool, he knew that it was just his luck that Zoro saw him first.
He was never going to be able to make up for his loss of manliness in the swordsman’s eyes. He raised a leg threateningly, but…
“No fighting. I don’t want any of that makeup shit on my swords, cook. Or my face.”
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Date: 2009-02-23 05:22 am (UTC)I thought it was kind of funny that when I read makeup, Sanji was the first to come to mind. And transvestites.
*sighs* Not your fault, I'd like to think Oda is simply a genius, but sometimes I can't stop wondering why he love to torture our cook so much. LOL
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Date: 2009-02-25 12:11 am (UTC)I think Sanji's location was the worst for him. omg.
kamabakka kingdom...sigh.
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Date: 2009-02-23 08:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-23 06:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-25 12:12 am (UTC)seriously scary stuff.
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Date: 2009-02-25 03:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-23 09:00 pm (UTC)