Well, I like St. Paddy's Day, anyway.
Mar. 17th, 2006 09:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chibi_trillianHappy St. Patrick's Day, folks. Or if you prefer, Irish-American Heritage Celebration Day. Or, if all else fails, Green Beer Day. I got the shit pinched out of me for not remembering to spray-paint my hair green before leaving the house and the closest I'm getting to corned beef is beef-flavored ramen, but other than that I've had a phenomenal day (though looking at my flist, it seems to be because I stole everyone else's luck ^.^;).
In that spirit (and since I feel funny if I don't write every night), who wants a drabble? Give me characters/pairing and a keyword or some such, and I will try my level best to not write utter crap. I'd prefer One Piece, but if you've got a fandom that I know that you want to see stuff for, I'll give it a go. Crackery is, as always, encouraged.
Have at, folks. Don't be shy.
In that spirit (and since I feel funny if I don't write every night), who wants a drabble? Give me characters/pairing and a keyword or some such, and I will try my level best to not write utter crap. I'd prefer One Piece, but if you've got a fandom that I know that you want to see stuff for, I'll give it a go. Crackery is, as always, encouraged.
Have at, folks. Don't be shy.
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Date: 2006-03-18 02:52 am (UTC)Zoro, Ace -- Jackassery. (Yes. That is a word in my personal dictionary thank-you-very-much.)
....And on another note, you mind if I add you to my f-list? x3?
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Date: 2006-03-18 03:34 am (UTC)And I'm just tempted by your offer now. I'll have to say . . . Zoro/Sanji, keyword: hot sauce. I think that constitutes near crack, ya? XD
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Date: 2006-03-18 03:35 am (UTC)****
Ace sighed. Sometimes he wished he had his brother’s casual disregard for manners, because he’d never been so tempted to set someone’s hair on fire in his life. Then again, if he’d been like Luffy, he rather doubted there’d be much left of the Grand Line by now. So Ace was stuck being Ace, and Ace was annoyed as all hell.
He supposed he’d been spoiled rotten by Smoker. The old man might be a grouch and uptight, but at least he didn’t engage in acts of utter…utter…
Utter jackassery.
He’d understood Zoro rolling over and passing out right after—he was no stranger to the perils of narcolepsy himself—but this…
Goddammit, it was going to take forever to get the drool out of his hat.
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Date: 2006-03-18 04:56 am (UTC)Usopp glared at the closed galley door before burying his nose a little deeper into his calculations for his latest project. “You’d think they’d have the courtesy to be quiet,” he muttered. He wasn’t in a good mood—Luffy had accidentally knocked him overboard earlier, Chopper was too busy preparing medicines to listen to tales of Great Captain Usopp, and his best bottle of hot sauce had gone missing. Again. He was starting to suspect someone on the crew had a hidden fondness for extra-spicy food. He wished they’d buy their own damn sauce.
“Ah! AH! Stoppit! FUCK!”
Nami snapped her newspaper, pages rustling briskly. “It’s nothing we haven’t heard before,” she said, eyes scanning an article on a new source of Den-Den Mushi that had been found in West Blue. “Zoro usually doesn’t scream this much, though. Maybe Sanji wants to top?”
“I’m going to kill you, you sick freak!”
Robin smiled slightly in that knowing way she had, turning another page in her book. “Perhaps, Navigator-san. Or perhaps he has another reason for screaming.”
Sanji’s voice echoed out of the galley in a bellow that would have made that grouchy old peg-legged pirate who raised him proud. “You ruined the whole damn pot, and YOU ARE GOING TO EAT IT! EVERY! FUCKING! BITE!”
And thus did Usopp find out where his entire bottle of Screaming Hornets Hot Sauce had gotten to.
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Date: 2006-03-18 04:59 am (UTC)Yay! *wriggles* Puts me in a writing mood, it does. =3
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Date: 2006-03-18 05:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-18 05:03 am (UTC)As for a drabble: nakamashipping and green. Take the rating as high or as low as you want.
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Date: 2006-03-18 05:57 am (UTC)“Eh?” Zoro blinked at his captain. That really wasn’t the kind of thing you expected from someone with their head resting on your thigh.
Luffy looked up at him. “Well, it is. The hair on your head is much lighter. Usopp matches, and Sanji matches, and Nami matches, and Robin matches, and even Chopper matches, but not you.”
Zoro’s felt his face flushing. “I’d never noticed. I don’t tend to do color comparisons with my hair.”
Next to him, Usopp stretched, yawned, and took a lazy look down. “Huh. Luffy’s right. It is more of an emerald green than a sea green. It’s charmingly verdant. Hey, Sanji, take a look at this.” Zoro silently hoped that the cook would stay mercifully asleep.
Of course not. Sanji went so far as to poke it. “Awwww, widdle marimo-head can’t coordinate anything, can he?”
“Fuck you.”
“You already did, dumbass. Or is your memory going along with your carpet-curtain matching skills?”
“I hate you all.” Zoro wished he could get up or at least roll over, but he really didn’t want to wake Robin and Nami up and they were kind of draped all over his legs (and each other).
Luffy snuggled his thigh. “No you don’t. We love you, Zoro.”
Zoro glared at his captain. It didn’t work. He finally caved in and ruffled Luffy’s hair, earning himself an impossibly wide Luffy-smile.
“Maybe when Chopper comes in from watch, he can tell us why you’re mismatched!”
“Chlorophyll, probably. He’s got more lower down.”
“What’s—“
“It’s what plants use to make food out of sunlight, and it’s what makes them green, according to Robin’s books. Fortunately, Great Captain Usopp discovered chlorophyll in humans, paving the way for people like Zoro to be accepted by normal society.”
“Zoro’s a PLANT? Does he get flowers? Where? I want to see them!”
“So if Zoro sunbathes naked, he’ll eat less? Sounds like a win-win deal to me.”
Zoro groaned, thumped his head back against the pillow, and thought seriously about just shaving his entire body. Or killing them all. Both involved sharp objects, but one was a lot more satisfying than the other.
Tough call. He’d sleep on it. Decide in the morning.
And then Luffy started poking around looking for flowers.
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Date: 2006-03-18 06:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-18 06:46 am (UTC)And Luffy so would start poking around for flowers.
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Date: 2006-03-18 09:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-19 08:47 pm (UTC)Go on. I double-dog-dare you. ::Evil Grin::
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Date: 2006-03-19 10:27 pm (UTC)Sanji’s will was as iron and ice, cruelly separating Luffy from his justly earned dinner. He’d nearly caught one of those fish. Okay, so he’d helped Usopp bring it in, as it had been too big for the sharpshooter to handle alone. Still, he’d contributed to dinner, and now he wasn’t going to get to enjoy any of it just because he’d gotten kind of scrungy earlier. He couldn’t help it—fish were messy to start with, and that one had been extra slimy—but Sanji didn’t care. Sanji was mean like that.
Luffy whined, and Luffy sulked, but Luffy eventually retreated to the bathroom. He didn’t go alone, though.
“C’mooooooon, Zoro. I might drown!”
“Why don’t you take a shower, then?”
“Because Sanji said ‘bath.’” Luffy knew that one was liable to stretch even Zoro’s credulity in Luffy’s ability for total logical disconnects, but fortunately the swordsman let it pass with a sigh.
“Does it even work the same with fresh water?”
Not quite, but Zoro didn’t need to know that. “Pleeeeeeease? If I drown, I can’t eat dinner.”
“Idiot. Worrying more about food than dying.” The slightly affectionate tone behind the word “idiot” let Luffy know that he’d won. He beamed at Zoro. The swordsman sighed again and pushed himself off of the deck. Luffy clamped onto his hand and dragged his rather bemused-looking first mate off to the bathroom.
When dinnertime rolled around, Luffy was squeaky clean, grinning like a moron, and slightly damp. Zoro was red-faced, soggy, and still had bubbles in his hair. Sanji was amused enough that he gave Luffy extras, Robin smiled, and Nami actually laughed. Zoro snarled at them, but his heart wasn’t in it, especially after Usopp started doing impressions of him complaining to amuse Chopper.
I win, thought Luffy as he inhaled his well-deserved meal.
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Date: 2006-03-19 11:03 pm (UTC)The eggplant was there, which was, in itself, not an unusual thing. The weird thing was that that green-haired dumbass that had challenged Hawkeye Mihawk and gotten his fool self chopped in half as a result was there too. Sanji kicked him in the head, and the green-haired man just laughed. As he laughed, Sanji shrank down until he looked like he was a skinny little ten-year-old again, wearing his old chore-boy uniform. Downright odd.
The man laughed until Sanji looked on the verge of tears. Then Sanji seemed to spot Zeff standing off to the side. Instead of doing what a normal baby eggplant would do and kicking the bastard harder because Zeff was watching, Sanji sprinted towards him. The swordsman followed, still laughing. Sanji leapt into Zeff’s arms, screaming, “Daddy, Daddy, save me from the mean moss-headed man!”
And then Zeff woke up.
Strange. Freakish. And didn’t people say that reoccurring dreams usually meant something important?
So when the eggplant came back from the Grand Line and All Blue with that green-haired bastard in tow, he got as far as, “Shitty old man, this is Zoro. He and I are—“ before Zeff kicked Zoro square in the nose.
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Date: 2006-03-20 12:12 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-20 12:13 am (UTC)“Hina knows how you feel. My best friend is an utter moron. Stubborn too. Has a habit of pissing off people he shouldn’t. It’s going to get him arrested or killed if he’s not careful.” She frowned a little, pretty nose wrinkling in an oh-so-adorable way and foot sliding up Nami’s leg in a not-as-adorable but still quite appealing way.
“I’m sorry. He must be a real trial. Having to keep someone out of trouble all time is something I can really…identify with,” Nami said, reaching out to pat Hina’s hand and lingering just a calculated fraction of a moment too long.
Hina nodded, foot sliding higher under the table, and pulled out a cigarette and lit it. She had all the things that Nami found attractive about Sanji—long legs, cigarettes, moves like a dancer—without all the annoying parts, like the fanboyishness, the testosterone-induced idiocy, and the icky dangly bits between his legs.
A fight broke out on the opposite side of the bar. It reminded Nami far too much of Sanji and Zoro and their eternal squabbling, and threatened to bring back the headache she’d been suffering from before Hina had shown up. She sighed, closing her eyes. Hina reached over and squeezed her hand, thumb rubbing a slow circle right below the log post on Nami’s wrist.
“Why don’t we take this discussion somewhere more private?” Hina’s suggestion was accompanied by another gentle caress of Nami’s leg.
“Somewhere with fewer idiots,” Nami murmured, starting to smile.
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Date: 2006-03-20 12:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-20 04:52 am (UTC)I apologize for not getting the chance to post this earlier- =><= *kicks random things in a temper tantrum* But, yes, thank you very much again. =^_^= You want anything in return? Eh, eh?
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Date: 2006-03-20 05:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-20 11:42 am (UTC)Hina found the way to Nami's heart in thirty seconds top. Hina wins at
smexing pirate girlslife.I love the thought of Nami finding Sanji somewhat attractive except for the icky dangly bits. This might be because I like to torture Sanji, though. :/
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Date: 2006-03-21 01:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-21 06:32 am (UTC)Yue had ridden out most of the storm by cramming as much of himself into the highest, driest shadow he could find and staying there, praying the seawater wouldn't reach him. He’d known from unfortunate past experience that all it would take was one wave hitting him to knock him out of his Logia form. He’d made it almost the whole way through, too.
And then the thrice-bedamned ship had nearly capsized, seawater had sought out his hiding place at last, and the ocean had swallowed him into her eternally-hungry mouth. Yue had found himself paralyzed and swiftly sinking.
He’d made his peace years ago that this was likely to be the way that he would die—ever since the day that a beaten, scarred, half-starved boy had eaten the strange jet-black fruit he’d filched from that competition and discovered that his wish to sink into the shadows and disappear had been made reality. He hadn’t been afraid. He’d been ready for this. One final great darkness beyond his own, one shadow he’d never emerge from.
And then a powerful arm had wrapped around his waist, and that accursed red-haired bastard had dragged him to the surface. And kept him there, at the cost of his own strength, until right before they’d washed up on this beach.
Yue owed his least favorite axe-wielder a life.
And now, staring at Anluan’s limp, unbreathing form, he had a chance to pay it back posthaste.
Thumping on that broad, tattooed chest had gotten most of the water out, but the Dark Hope’s first mate was still disobligingly blue and dead-looking. Yue had felt a weak, thready pulse, so Anluan was still alive. Good. He didn’t get to die with Yue in his debt.
Now to try and pull off that thing that Sima had done to him last time he’d nearly drowned. And occasionally afterwards when he was sleeping, just to annoy him.
What had Sima called it? The “Kiss of Life?” Ug. Just thinking it got him the mental image of Sima’s eyebrows waggling like the pervert that he was. Only a horrible pervert would bet his friends as tokens in a poker game, anyway.
Yue prodded Anluan’s mouth open with the tip of one finger. It was disgusting, but it had to be done. He covered the axe-wielder’s mouth with his own, and forced air into Anluan’s soggy lungs.
The “Kiss of Life” nearly became the Kiss of Death after Anluan slapped Yue’s ass on groggy I’ve-died-and-gone-to-heaven-and-an-angel-is-kissing-me instinct and Yue started throttling him.
Afterwards, they agreed that Yue’s lifedebt was repaid, and that they would never speak of this again.