One Piece - Colourless
Title: Burn All The Way Down
Fandom: One Piece
Prompt: Colourless
Pairing: Zoro/Usopp
Words: 449
Rating: PG
Zoro sits with his chin propped on his fist, casually watching Usopp’s intense look of concentration as he frowns at the glass in front of him. “It’s strong,” is all he offers in warning. Which is probably as big an understatement as they come, because the cook has apparently taken it as a personal challenge to find alcohol that Zoro won’t drink. Zoro wouldn’t be surprised if the bastard had given up and started buying paint thinner, this latest find so sharp and nasty that it feels like it’s trying to burn off Zoro’s taste buds every time he knocks it back.
He’s still going to drink it, of course. No point in wasting booze. And there’s no way he’s letting the cook win this latest war.
Usopp just laughs off his warning, even if there is a tic forming just beneath his eye as he stares at the colourless liquid suspiciously. “You think the great Captain Usopp is afraid of a little alcohol?” he scoffs dramatically. “Why, I’ll have you know I’ve out-drunk giants and fishmen, I’ve out-drunk entire islands, I’ve out-drunk Nami!”
Zoro just rolls his eyes. Usopp’s clearly building himself up into quite the story of lies, which is his usual delaying tactic when he’s avoiding something, and the drink is just sitting there, waiting for someone to drink it.
But when Zoro reaches for it, Usopp’s hand streaks out and snatches it up. “I said I’d drink it,” he blusters, and then he’s throwing his head back before Zoro can think to remind him that he should probably stick to a small sip or something, not trying to down the whole thing in one large gulp.
Zoro’s never actually seen somebody go pale and flushed at exactly the same time. Hot pink blush over waxy, ghostly skin as Usopp’s eyes bulge out, and Zoro catches the glass when it falls out of Usopp’s hand.
He probably shouldn’t laugh, because he knows how much that shit can sting when it’s not expected, but Usopp is wailing and thrashing around and looking so damned shocked that he can’t hold the laughter back.
Usopp’s eyes are watering, hands waving everywhere. “Oh God, get it off my tongue, get it off my tongue!”
Zoro just laughs harder.
Until Usopp leans forward and swipes his tongue, heavy and purposeful, up the entire length of Zoro’s neck.
Zoro’s hand slaps over the now-wet flesh, and he turns to stare as Usopp frantically scrapes his fingers over his own tongue like he’s still trying to get rid of the taste, like he hasn’t even realised what he just did.
Zoro’s not laughing anymore, and Usopp isn’t the only one flushed bright red.
Fandom: One Piece
Prompt: Colourless
Pairing: Zoro/Usopp
Words: 449
Rating: PG
Zoro sits with his chin propped on his fist, casually watching Usopp’s intense look of concentration as he frowns at the glass in front of him. “It’s strong,” is all he offers in warning. Which is probably as big an understatement as they come, because the cook has apparently taken it as a personal challenge to find alcohol that Zoro won’t drink. Zoro wouldn’t be surprised if the bastard had given up and started buying paint thinner, this latest find so sharp and nasty that it feels like it’s trying to burn off Zoro’s taste buds every time he knocks it back.
He’s still going to drink it, of course. No point in wasting booze. And there’s no way he’s letting the cook win this latest war.
Usopp just laughs off his warning, even if there is a tic forming just beneath his eye as he stares at the colourless liquid suspiciously. “You think the great Captain Usopp is afraid of a little alcohol?” he scoffs dramatically. “Why, I’ll have you know I’ve out-drunk giants and fishmen, I’ve out-drunk entire islands, I’ve out-drunk Nami!”
Zoro just rolls his eyes. Usopp’s clearly building himself up into quite the story of lies, which is his usual delaying tactic when he’s avoiding something, and the drink is just sitting there, waiting for someone to drink it.
But when Zoro reaches for it, Usopp’s hand streaks out and snatches it up. “I said I’d drink it,” he blusters, and then he’s throwing his head back before Zoro can think to remind him that he should probably stick to a small sip or something, not trying to down the whole thing in one large gulp.
Zoro’s never actually seen somebody go pale and flushed at exactly the same time. Hot pink blush over waxy, ghostly skin as Usopp’s eyes bulge out, and Zoro catches the glass when it falls out of Usopp’s hand.
He probably shouldn’t laugh, because he knows how much that shit can sting when it’s not expected, but Usopp is wailing and thrashing around and looking so damned shocked that he can’t hold the laughter back.
Usopp’s eyes are watering, hands waving everywhere. “Oh God, get it off my tongue, get it off my tongue!”
Zoro just laughs harder.
Until Usopp leans forward and swipes his tongue, heavy and purposeful, up the entire length of Zoro’s neck.
Zoro’s hand slaps over the now-wet flesh, and he turns to stare as Usopp frantically scrapes his fingers over his own tongue like he’s still trying to get rid of the taste, like he hasn’t even realised what he just did.
Zoro’s not laughing anymore, and Usopp isn’t the only one flushed bright red.