One Piece -- Only In Nightmares
Title: Only In Nightmares
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Nami x Usopp
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Major spoilers for Movie 6.
Disclaimer: One Piece and its characters do not belong to me.
None of them remembered much about what happened on Omatsuri Island. They had a vague recollection of a tall, dark, and not very handsome man with a deep and vigorous voice. When they closed their eyes, they could see a rough and hazy image of something-something they couldn’t quite give a name to, but they knew it was something bizarre and dangerous.
But most of all, they had this unsettling feeling in the pit of their stomachs. The feeling that something very important and disturbing had happened between them all, something they never wanted to happen again. But they couldn’t remember what it was. The one who seemed to retain the clearest memories was Luffy; but if he remembered what it was that had happened, he wasn’t going to tell them anytime soon.
The feeling reached its strongest peak in their sleep. It nipped and bit at all of them, but it particularly tormented four of them-and two of those four most of all. Zoro and Sanji slept somewhat fitfully, haunted by dark expressions and a fight that burned hotter than any they’d ever had. But Nami and Usopp awoke in the middle of the night, sweating, heart pounding, from nightmares filled with mystifying images and harsh words they didn’t remember saying.
Nami dreamt of abandonment, staring wide-eyed into empty air where there should’ve been something, surrounded by rushing water and smoke. She dreamt of betrayal and red-hot anger that boiled in her fingers and palms. She dreamt of Usopp calling her name, and he sounded so distraught that she wanted to hold him until he turned blue, but she didn’t. She dreamt of candlelight and strange company, and knowing that she should’ve been sitting with someone else, but she wasn’t. She dreamt of running, running to someplace she didn’t know, from something she wasn’t sure of, and no one was helping her and somehow, it felt like it was all her fault. She awoke feeling lonely and sick to her stomach.
Usopp dreamt of flying-it was against his will, but it was still pretty amazing. He dreamt of doing something fairly brave and feeling like a big hero, a winner. And then there was pain, stinging pain on both sides of his face, and a sudden flare of anger that sprouted heated words-an accusation-that he didn’t mean. He dreamt of remorse, ignored apologies, and Nami’s bare shoulders. He dreamt of jealousy and fish. (He was jealous of a fish? That didn’t make any sense, but it hurt like it did, all the same.) He dreamt of trying to walk off his dejection and finding himself looking into the eyes of terror. He awoke confused and practically choking on his own tears.
Neither of them could recall their dreams in the daylight, but when the darkness of sleep engulfed them, they dreamt it all over again. It was troubling and they couldn’t shake off the unpleasant feelings their nightmares supplied them with.
And that was why, finally, she cornered him alone in amongst her mikan trees, took him by his dark curls and mashed their lips together unceremoniously, desperately. She spoke brokenly against his mouth, “Dammit, Usopp, I don’t know what happened back on that lousy island, but I-I forgive you for whatever you did.” It was her, typical her, and typical him when all he could do was blink at her and nod when she moved in to kiss him again. And they can’t really remember how things progressed so quickly, but they did-and Usopp got to see her naked shoulders again, and they had something new and considerably more pleasing to dream about at night.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Nami x Usopp
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Major spoilers for Movie 6.
Disclaimer: One Piece and its characters do not belong to me.
None of them remembered much about what happened on Omatsuri Island. They had a vague recollection of a tall, dark, and not very handsome man with a deep and vigorous voice. When they closed their eyes, they could see a rough and hazy image of something-something they couldn’t quite give a name to, but they knew it was something bizarre and dangerous.
But most of all, they had this unsettling feeling in the pit of their stomachs. The feeling that something very important and disturbing had happened between them all, something they never wanted to happen again. But they couldn’t remember what it was. The one who seemed to retain the clearest memories was Luffy; but if he remembered what it was that had happened, he wasn’t going to tell them anytime soon.
The feeling reached its strongest peak in their sleep. It nipped and bit at all of them, but it particularly tormented four of them-and two of those four most of all. Zoro and Sanji slept somewhat fitfully, haunted by dark expressions and a fight that burned hotter than any they’d ever had. But Nami and Usopp awoke in the middle of the night, sweating, heart pounding, from nightmares filled with mystifying images and harsh words they didn’t remember saying.
Nami dreamt of abandonment, staring wide-eyed into empty air where there should’ve been something, surrounded by rushing water and smoke. She dreamt of betrayal and red-hot anger that boiled in her fingers and palms. She dreamt of Usopp calling her name, and he sounded so distraught that she wanted to hold him until he turned blue, but she didn’t. She dreamt of candlelight and strange company, and knowing that she should’ve been sitting with someone else, but she wasn’t. She dreamt of running, running to someplace she didn’t know, from something she wasn’t sure of, and no one was helping her and somehow, it felt like it was all her fault. She awoke feeling lonely and sick to her stomach.
Usopp dreamt of flying-it was against his will, but it was still pretty amazing. He dreamt of doing something fairly brave and feeling like a big hero, a winner. And then there was pain, stinging pain on both sides of his face, and a sudden flare of anger that sprouted heated words-an accusation-that he didn’t mean. He dreamt of remorse, ignored apologies, and Nami’s bare shoulders. He dreamt of jealousy and fish. (He was jealous of a fish? That didn’t make any sense, but it hurt like it did, all the same.) He dreamt of trying to walk off his dejection and finding himself looking into the eyes of terror. He awoke confused and practically choking on his own tears.
Neither of them could recall their dreams in the daylight, but when the darkness of sleep engulfed them, they dreamt it all over again. It was troubling and they couldn’t shake off the unpleasant feelings their nightmares supplied them with.
And that was why, finally, she cornered him alone in amongst her mikan trees, took him by his dark curls and mashed their lips together unceremoniously, desperately. She spoke brokenly against his mouth, “Dammit, Usopp, I don’t know what happened back on that lousy island, but I-I forgive you for whatever you did.” It was her, typical her, and typical him when all he could do was blink at her and nod when she moved in to kiss him again. And they can’t really remember how things progressed so quickly, but they did-and Usopp got to see her naked shoulders again, and they had something new and considerably more pleasing to dream about at night.