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onepieceyaoi100I swear my muse is going to drive me to become and alcoholic.... but at least I have some drabbles to post!
Title: Challenged
Rating: PG
Characters: Smoker/Ace
Word Count: 175
Prompt: Challenged
Notes: I use that last line too much, but I was drawing blanks...
Few things were really a challenge for him anymore. He no longer had to try to keep his crew in shape; a few bad instances had fixed that. Even most of the pirates he chased were just pathetic to him. He needed something more exciting, more powerful, to challenge him.
But this was another matter. Portugas D. Ace wasn’t your average pirate. He was extremely powerful, as befitting the second division commander of the Whitebeard pirates. And he was exciting, with all his flames and fancy moves. But, that wasn’t the most challenging part of the young pirate.
He’d sneak into Smoker’s room at random intervals, to the point where Smoker swore that he followed his ship just out of sight from the lookouts. The challenge was to see how much Portugas would infuriate him before Smoker would silence him with harsh kisses and see how many different ways the younger man could twist beneath or on top of him.
The biggest challenge was to see if their activities could not wake Tashigi next door.
Title: Colors
Rating: PG-15
Characters: Marco/Ace
Word Count: 143
Prompt: Seeing Red
Notes: I had 'Colors' by DJ Taka stuck in my head wiring this.
He knew the term’s general meaning. He’d seen red plenty of times in his life. Whenever someone dared try to harm Pops, when he heard who murdered Thatch, when the news of Ace’s execution was brought to the ship, when Ace was up on the execution platform, when…
There were too many instances, too many memories he’d rather leave buried.
The meaning he preferred to the phrase was on display before him. Red-orange flames licked at Ace’s skin like Marco’s tongue, casting the dark cabin in hues of red and orange. The colors and flames dances as he bit, teased, and thrust into the body below him, fueled by moans and gasps and fingernails scratching his arms and back.
As he thrust one last hard thrust and came into the hot body underneath him, the world burst into a myriad cascade of red.
Title: Gunpowder and Rum
Rating: PG
Characters: Marco/Thatch, Ace
Word Count: 111
Prompt: Unsettling
Notes: The mention of gunpowder and rum was actually from another fic I was trying to write, but it's going nowhere, so I went ahead and used it for this.
Thatch’s death was devastation for the entire crew. The fourth division was overwrought mourning their captain, their cries and sobs could be heard well into the night. But that wasn’t the worst of it. Not even Pop’s anger and sadness was the worst of it.
Unsettling was what Ace saw. The raw emotion on Marco’s face as he clutched to the cold, limp body that was once his longtime friend and longtime lover to his chest, hot tears streaking down his cheeks.
Beneath the stench of blood and voided bowels Ace could just barely make out the acrid hint of gunpowder and rum. And that was the most unsettling of all.
A/N: Gunpowder rum is the mixing of gunpowder into rum before drinking it. It was believed that it would deaden sexual desire and inspire fearlessness and aggression to whoever would drink it. Was often drank by crew before a rebellion. Seemed to be a great bit for Blackbeard when I read it in my Pirate Primer book :D
Title: Running
Rating: PG
Characters: Blackbeard
Word Count: 166
Prompt: Running away
Notes: Follows the previous fic.
His time was short, he knew that deep within his gut. The entire plan had worked out perfectly: the devil’s fruit he’d sought for so many, many years was his, churning fitfully in his gullet. Though he hated this idea of running away like some coward, he knew it to be absolutely necessary. His dream had devoured his nakama, just like the power of the devil’s fruit he’d stolen and eaten that night. He’d miss them, he still respected them greatly. Whitebeard was still a magnificent pirate, but he was old, and why would he willingly let someone that old, that frail, become the king of the pirates? His own power would rival Whitebeard’s, if not eclipse it.
Which was why he was rowing for all he was worth to the nearest island, to begin seeking his own crew of pirates. Running away from the wrath in his wake would be to expected, if he were to chase his own dream of being the pirate king.
Title: Challenged
Rating: PG
Characters: Smoker/Ace
Word Count: 175
Prompt: Challenged
Notes: I use that last line too much, but I was drawing blanks...
Few things were really a challenge for him anymore. He no longer had to try to keep his crew in shape; a few bad instances had fixed that. Even most of the pirates he chased were just pathetic to him. He needed something more exciting, more powerful, to challenge him.
But this was another matter. Portugas D. Ace wasn’t your average pirate. He was extremely powerful, as befitting the second division commander of the Whitebeard pirates. And he was exciting, with all his flames and fancy moves. But, that wasn’t the most challenging part of the young pirate.
He’d sneak into Smoker’s room at random intervals, to the point where Smoker swore that he followed his ship just out of sight from the lookouts. The challenge was to see how much Portugas would infuriate him before Smoker would silence him with harsh kisses and see how many different ways the younger man could twist beneath or on top of him.
The biggest challenge was to see if their activities could not wake Tashigi next door.
Title: Colors
Rating: PG-15
Characters: Marco/Ace
Word Count: 143
Prompt: Seeing Red
Notes: I had 'Colors' by DJ Taka stuck in my head wiring this.
He knew the term’s general meaning. He’d seen red plenty of times in his life. Whenever someone dared try to harm Pops, when he heard who murdered Thatch, when the news of Ace’s execution was brought to the ship, when Ace was up on the execution platform, when…
There were too many instances, too many memories he’d rather leave buried.
The meaning he preferred to the phrase was on display before him. Red-orange flames licked at Ace’s skin like Marco’s tongue, casting the dark cabin in hues of red and orange. The colors and flames dances as he bit, teased, and thrust into the body below him, fueled by moans and gasps and fingernails scratching his arms and back.
As he thrust one last hard thrust and came into the hot body underneath him, the world burst into a myriad cascade of red.
Title: Gunpowder and Rum
Rating: PG
Characters: Marco/Thatch, Ace
Word Count: 111
Prompt: Unsettling
Notes: The mention of gunpowder and rum was actually from another fic I was trying to write, but it's going nowhere, so I went ahead and used it for this.
Thatch’s death was devastation for the entire crew. The fourth division was overwrought mourning their captain, their cries and sobs could be heard well into the night. But that wasn’t the worst of it. Not even Pop’s anger and sadness was the worst of it.
Unsettling was what Ace saw. The raw emotion on Marco’s face as he clutched to the cold, limp body that was once his longtime friend and longtime lover to his chest, hot tears streaking down his cheeks.
Beneath the stench of blood and voided bowels Ace could just barely make out the acrid hint of gunpowder and rum. And that was the most unsettling of all.
A/N: Gunpowder rum is the mixing of gunpowder into rum before drinking it. It was believed that it would deaden sexual desire and inspire fearlessness and aggression to whoever would drink it. Was often drank by crew before a rebellion. Seemed to be a great bit for Blackbeard when I read it in my Pirate Primer book :D
Title: Running
Rating: PG
Characters: Blackbeard
Word Count: 166
Prompt: Running away
Notes: Follows the previous fic.
His time was short, he knew that deep within his gut. The entire plan had worked out perfectly: the devil’s fruit he’d sought for so many, many years was his, churning fitfully in his gullet. Though he hated this idea of running away like some coward, he knew it to be absolutely necessary. His dream had devoured his nakama, just like the power of the devil’s fruit he’d stolen and eaten that night. He’d miss them, he still respected them greatly. Whitebeard was still a magnificent pirate, but he was old, and why would he willingly let someone that old, that frail, become the king of the pirates? His own power would rival Whitebeard’s, if not eclipse it.
Which was why he was rowing for all he was worth to the nearest island, to begin seeking his own crew of pirates. Running away from the wrath in his wake would be to expected, if he were to chase his own dream of being the pirate king.
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Date: 2010-02-07 05:10 am (UTC)Just one thing: what, exactly, does corn sound like? "Their cries and COBS could be heard well into the night" -- very intriguing........ XD
Seriously, though, excellent drabbles. ^_^
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Date: 2010-02-07 09:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-08 02:32 am (UTC)