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onepieceyaoi100Title: Time (wah, fear my original-ness! woo..)
Pairing: Warden!SmokerxPatient!Sanji
Rating: HERE THAR BE SEX
Words: 169
Notes/Warnings: THIS BE AU, ARRR. A brief visitation of a world which resembles that of the Favorite Disease AU. That is, Sanji's a patient in a psychiatric hospital and Smoker is the warden/head doctor-type person.
The anticipation of reward, like a breath of sweet-bitter smoke, settles in his chest.
"You know what a 'lifer' is. Right, boy?" the warden asks, the heavy spice of his cigars half-extinguished in the ashtray, still winding slowly to the ceiling.
The young patient is quiet, hip jutted awkwardly against the broad oak desk, hospital-issue drawstrings loose around his knees. Between each silent breath the desktop shakes. A dixie cup tips and rolls a lazy circle, slowly spitting stunted pencils which bump and quiver against the boy's curled fingers.
"It means," he grunts, the desk shrieks forward an inch, "that we've got all the time in the world."
He wonders if the warden would let him taste just one cigar for just a moment. He closes his eyes.
"Never fear, boy. I haven't forgotten you." The warden's breath leaves his ear and a cigarette replaces it, tucked there against his scalp. Like a pencil. Like a joke. The warden laughs.
Time heals all wounds. Cigarettes make them heal faster.
Pairing: Warden!SmokerxPatient!Sanji
Rating: HERE THAR BE SEX
Words: 169
Notes/Warnings: THIS BE AU, ARRR. A brief visitation of a world which resembles that of the Favorite Disease AU. That is, Sanji's a patient in a psychiatric hospital and Smoker is the warden/head doctor-type person.
The anticipation of reward, like a breath of sweet-bitter smoke, settles in his chest.
"You know what a 'lifer' is. Right, boy?" the warden asks, the heavy spice of his cigars half-extinguished in the ashtray, still winding slowly to the ceiling.
The young patient is quiet, hip jutted awkwardly against the broad oak desk, hospital-issue drawstrings loose around his knees. Between each silent breath the desktop shakes. A dixie cup tips and rolls a lazy circle, slowly spitting stunted pencils which bump and quiver against the boy's curled fingers.
"It means," he grunts, the desk shrieks forward an inch, "that we've got all the time in the world."
He wonders if the warden would let him taste just one cigar for just a moment. He closes his eyes.
"Never fear, boy. I haven't forgotten you." The warden's breath leaves his ear and a cigarette replaces it, tucked there against his scalp. Like a pencil. Like a joke. The warden laughs.
Time heals all wounds. Cigarettes make them heal faster.
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Date: 2004-10-18 06:16 pm (UTC)Smoker x Sanji. OMG. In a vaguely Favorite-Disease-esque world. Now I'm dead.
*happy sigh!*
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Date: 2004-10-18 06:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-18 06:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-18 07:24 pm (UTC)Jesus. Favorite Disease is like crack. I know it's not good for me because I'm never going to get any more of it, but just a sniff is enough to get me addicted all over again. *weeps*
God. So excellent. *humps your leg*
BTW WRITE MORE ACEXSANJI YOU BASTARD! YOU'RE KILLIN' ME!
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Date: 2004-10-18 10:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-19 05:06 pm (UTC)Nice work, btw. Mmmmmm, SmokerxSanji...
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Date: 2004-10-21 03:19 am (UTC)