OP DRABBLES
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Have some drabbles!!
Again - random. I don't even know.
Title: Camping
Fandom for all: One Piece
Rating for all: PG-13
Disclaimer for all: Not mine! Don't own it.
Pairing: Gen / ZoSan-ish
~~Camping~~
“I guess here’s as good a place as any,” Nami said, propping her hands on her hips and taking a long look around. “Sanji-kun-”
“HAAAIIII, NAMI-SAN??” Sanji cried, spinning over to where she was, laden down with multiple backpacks and camping gear.
She favored him with an exasperated look before grabbing one of the backpacks off his shoulder. “Where’s my sleeping bag?”
“HERE!” Sanji beamed at her, holding out the bundle in his arms.
Nami took it, raising an eyebrow. “And where’s yours?”
Sanji beamed some more.
“…Right. Well! Don’t catch cold sleeping on the ground,” Nami said with a grin, before turning and setting off to claim the best sleeping spot.
“Ah! But Nami-san, I thought we might keep each other warm tonight by sleeping together!!”
“Dumbass,” Zoro muttered somewhere across the field.
“What was that, marimo?”
Zoro raised his voice a bit, making his way over to him. “DUMB. ASS.”
“Oi, fucker, I’ll kick your shitty-” He was cut off as Zoro shoved another sleeping bag at his chest. “…What’s this?”
“Your bag, cook.” And Sanji’s incredulous look, he added: “Saw you trying to accidentally forget it.”
Sanji stared at him.
Zoro scowled and stomped off in the opposite direction.
Sanji kept staring. He looked down.
“This one is YOURS,” he called, but Zoro had already gone off to find firewood at that point, so they wouldn’t be seeing him for another four hours, at least.
Sanji sighed.
Then he reached out and grabbed Usopp as he was walking by, shoving the sleeping bag in his arms and taking the one he’d been holding. “Trade,” he mumbled, going a dull pink. “That one has marimo germs.”
Usopp blinked. “That one’s Chopper’s actually. Unless you just want to keep your feet warm…”
“…Dammit.” Sanji flushed a deeper red, snatching the sleeping bag Zoro had given him back. “FINE.”
Later that night, as they were all trying to get to sleep, Sanji did NOT find the familiar scent of stupid, sword-wielding nakama comforting.
He didn’t dream about sharing a sleeping bag with them, either.
END
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I blame Michelle for this one. A million years ago she gave me the prompt. ;D
Title: A Normal Night
Pairing: Gen
~~A Normal Night~~
The only reason Sanji was still awake was because Zoro was. He’d pay for it in the morning, too. Even Nami-san had passed out by now - Sanji shot her a fond smile where she was curled around Chopper on the grass deck of the Thousand Sunny.
“Oi,” Zoro grumbled, and Sanji swung his head around heavily to look at him. Stupid marimo. God forbid he let his attention stray from the task at hand, oh no, there’d be hell to pay if Sanji wasn’t completely focused on that idiotic shit-for-brains swordsman.
Sanji glowered at him, taking another long drink from his mug and wondering absently if he was trying to set himself up for the world’s worst hangover in the morning - stop drinking, dammit!! He set the glass down harder than necessary, giving Zoro a determined look.
“Okay,” he said, squaring his shoulders. “Let’s do this.”
Zoro returned the look, legs crossed where he was sitting in front of Sanji. He leaned forward a bit, hands coming up. Sanji mirrored his position, cracking his knuckles in preparation.
He moved his hands to hover over the other man’s.
“So this string goes over those two?
“No, dumbass, you pinch THOSE two strings together and put them around my thumbs!”
In the background, Usopp, snore hitching midway through, snuffled, turned on his side, and murmured under his breath: “Mmmmm my 8000 men and I...built the REAL......hmmm Jacob’s Ladder...”
END
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......I have no idea. My co-worker and I were talking about how we couldn't remember any of those string games or whatever the hell they're called. >.>
Title: Worth It
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
~~Worth It~~
For as long as they’d been “together”, Sanji had been wondering what the fuck he was thinking.
The stupid marimo was very nearly what one would call clingy. He was just always THERE, no matter what Sanji was doing. If he was cooking, Zoro was sleeping in the galley. If he was serving the ladies their mid-afternoon drinks, Zoro was ten feet away lifting his weights. When Sanji was clearing the dinner table, Zoro was at the sink doing dishes-
…Okay, actually that one wasn’t so bad.
But when Sanji crawled into his hammock at night with Zoro right there next to him, one of his heavy arms draped over Sanji’s side, his snores ruffling the hair on the back of Sanji’s neck - that was the worst. How was he supposed to sleep with that shit-for-brains swordsman practically suffocating him all night, laying next to him like a goddamn furnace, all hot and sweaty and smelly and-
Within minutes, Sanji would be asleep.
Mornings were alright. When Sanji opened his eyes to find himself tucked into Zoro’s side, his chest a surprisingly comfortable pillow, so utterly content that he would think to himself that, just maybe, having someone like this to wake up next to was almost…nice…
Then Zoro would yawn, stretch his arms above his head, and promptly roll on top of Sanji and shove a hand down his pants - and that was also nice. VERY nice, in fact.
Until the rest of their nakama woke up.
Then Sanji would squirm, hiss, slap, and bite at Zoro, ultimately having to put a foot in his chest and send him halfway across the room to get the idiot off.
But Zoro would just get up, brush himself off, and give him that goddamn smirk…
Yeah. What the fuck was he thinking, putting up with a dumbass like that.
END
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I'm not sure how much I like this one. HMMM.
Title: Crash
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
~~Crash~~
It was the unusually loud CRASH that had them all running to the galley.
“Sanji-kun!” Nami cried, pushing through the door. “Are you alright?? What happened, we heard a-”
And if it had been under ANY other circumstances, Sanji would’ve been so overjoyed at Nami’s concern that his heart might have actually exploded.
As it was, the only thing his heart did was stop.
Nami blinked, then crossed her arms, shifted her weight to one leg, and smirked. “Well, well,” she said. “Guess I needn’t have worried.”
“Nami-san, this isn’t-!”
“Oi, oi, oi!! What the hell are you two doing to my ship?!”
“Oh…my eyes…”
“Ehhh~!! Are Sanji and Zoro playing a game??”
“My EYES, I said - I need bleach!!”
“I WANNA PLAY!!”
“Oh dear…”
“It’s not a game, Chopper - STAY OVER THERE, LUFFY! And would you get the hell off me already, marimo?!”
Zoro just grunted, pushing himself up onto his arms.
“DON’T!” Nami said, holding a hand out. “There are some things I absolutely do not need to see. Boys, out!” She turned, pushing the rest of her crew out of the galley. “Sanji-kun and Zoro need their privacy~”
“But-! NAMI-SAN!! Robin-chan, we’re not - this isn’t - we were just-”
“Have fun, you two,” Robin interrupted in a teasing tone, shutting the door behind her.
“…Fighting,” Sanji finished with a grumble. He glared up at Zoro from where they were buried in the remains of what used to be one very sturdy kitchen table. “Asshole, way to just LAY there, you stupid idiot, now Nami-san thinks-”
“Since she already thinks it, can we just do it?”
Sanji blinked, his face going warm, and stared up at Zoro.
Zoro stared back, eyes completely serious.
“…Yeah, alright,” Sanji said, and pulled Zoro into a heated kiss.
END
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AND THAT'S ALL I'VE GOT. I haven't even edited these yet, there's probably 879827391823123 mistakes!! But whatev.
Wow, to be writing again. @_@ Maybe I'll actually keep this up! :D
~Maxine
Have some drabbles!!
Again - random. I don't even know.
Title: Camping
Fandom for all: One Piece
Rating for all: PG-13
Disclaimer for all: Not mine! Don't own it.
Pairing: Gen / ZoSan-ish
~~Camping~~
“I guess here’s as good a place as any,” Nami said, propping her hands on her hips and taking a long look around. “Sanji-kun-”
“HAAAIIII, NAMI-SAN??” Sanji cried, spinning over to where she was, laden down with multiple backpacks and camping gear.
She favored him with an exasperated look before grabbing one of the backpacks off his shoulder. “Where’s my sleeping bag?”
“HERE!” Sanji beamed at her, holding out the bundle in his arms.
Nami took it, raising an eyebrow. “And where’s yours?”
Sanji beamed some more.
“…Right. Well! Don’t catch cold sleeping on the ground,” Nami said with a grin, before turning and setting off to claim the best sleeping spot.
“Ah! But Nami-san, I thought we might keep each other warm tonight by sleeping together!!”
“Dumbass,” Zoro muttered somewhere across the field.
“What was that, marimo?”
Zoro raised his voice a bit, making his way over to him. “DUMB. ASS.”
“Oi, fucker, I’ll kick your shitty-” He was cut off as Zoro shoved another sleeping bag at his chest. “…What’s this?”
“Your bag, cook.” And Sanji’s incredulous look, he added: “Saw you trying to accidentally forget it.”
Sanji stared at him.
Zoro scowled and stomped off in the opposite direction.
Sanji kept staring. He looked down.
“This one is YOURS,” he called, but Zoro had already gone off to find firewood at that point, so they wouldn’t be seeing him for another four hours, at least.
Sanji sighed.
Then he reached out and grabbed Usopp as he was walking by, shoving the sleeping bag in his arms and taking the one he’d been holding. “Trade,” he mumbled, going a dull pink. “That one has marimo germs.”
Usopp blinked. “That one’s Chopper’s actually. Unless you just want to keep your feet warm…”
“…Dammit.” Sanji flushed a deeper red, snatching the sleeping bag Zoro had given him back. “FINE.”
Later that night, as they were all trying to get to sleep, Sanji did NOT find the familiar scent of stupid, sword-wielding nakama comforting.
He didn’t dream about sharing a sleeping bag with them, either.
END
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I blame Michelle for this one. A million years ago she gave me the prompt. ;D
Title: A Normal Night
Pairing: Gen
~~A Normal Night~~
The only reason Sanji was still awake was because Zoro was. He’d pay for it in the morning, too. Even Nami-san had passed out by now - Sanji shot her a fond smile where she was curled around Chopper on the grass deck of the Thousand Sunny.
“Oi,” Zoro grumbled, and Sanji swung his head around heavily to look at him. Stupid marimo. God forbid he let his attention stray from the task at hand, oh no, there’d be hell to pay if Sanji wasn’t completely focused on that idiotic shit-for-brains swordsman.
Sanji glowered at him, taking another long drink from his mug and wondering absently if he was trying to set himself up for the world’s worst hangover in the morning - stop drinking, dammit!! He set the glass down harder than necessary, giving Zoro a determined look.
“Okay,” he said, squaring his shoulders. “Let’s do this.”
Zoro returned the look, legs crossed where he was sitting in front of Sanji. He leaned forward a bit, hands coming up. Sanji mirrored his position, cracking his knuckles in preparation.
He moved his hands to hover over the other man’s.
“So this string goes over those two?
“No, dumbass, you pinch THOSE two strings together and put them around my thumbs!”
In the background, Usopp, snore hitching midway through, snuffled, turned on his side, and murmured under his breath: “Mmmmm my 8000 men and I...built the REAL......hmmm Jacob’s Ladder...”
END
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......I have no idea. My co-worker and I were talking about how we couldn't remember any of those string games or whatever the hell they're called. >.>
Title: Worth It
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
~~Worth It~~
For as long as they’d been “together”, Sanji had been wondering what the fuck he was thinking.
The stupid marimo was very nearly what one would call clingy. He was just always THERE, no matter what Sanji was doing. If he was cooking, Zoro was sleeping in the galley. If he was serving the ladies their mid-afternoon drinks, Zoro was ten feet away lifting his weights. When Sanji was clearing the dinner table, Zoro was at the sink doing dishes-
…Okay, actually that one wasn’t so bad.
But when Sanji crawled into his hammock at night with Zoro right there next to him, one of his heavy arms draped over Sanji’s side, his snores ruffling the hair on the back of Sanji’s neck - that was the worst. How was he supposed to sleep with that shit-for-brains swordsman practically suffocating him all night, laying next to him like a goddamn furnace, all hot and sweaty and smelly and-
Within minutes, Sanji would be asleep.
Mornings were alright. When Sanji opened his eyes to find himself tucked into Zoro’s side, his chest a surprisingly comfortable pillow, so utterly content that he would think to himself that, just maybe, having someone like this to wake up next to was almost…nice…
Then Zoro would yawn, stretch his arms above his head, and promptly roll on top of Sanji and shove a hand down his pants - and that was also nice. VERY nice, in fact.
Until the rest of their nakama woke up.
Then Sanji would squirm, hiss, slap, and bite at Zoro, ultimately having to put a foot in his chest and send him halfway across the room to get the idiot off.
But Zoro would just get up, brush himself off, and give him that goddamn smirk…
Yeah. What the fuck was he thinking, putting up with a dumbass like that.
END
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I'm not sure how much I like this one. HMMM.
Title: Crash
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
~~Crash~~
It was the unusually loud CRASH that had them all running to the galley.
“Sanji-kun!” Nami cried, pushing through the door. “Are you alright?? What happened, we heard a-”
And if it had been under ANY other circumstances, Sanji would’ve been so overjoyed at Nami’s concern that his heart might have actually exploded.
As it was, the only thing his heart did was stop.
Nami blinked, then crossed her arms, shifted her weight to one leg, and smirked. “Well, well,” she said. “Guess I needn’t have worried.”
“Nami-san, this isn’t-!”
“Oi, oi, oi!! What the hell are you two doing to my ship?!”
“Oh…my eyes…”
“Ehhh~!! Are Sanji and Zoro playing a game??”
“My EYES, I said - I need bleach!!”
“I WANNA PLAY!!”
“Oh dear…”
“It’s not a game, Chopper - STAY OVER THERE, LUFFY! And would you get the hell off me already, marimo?!”
Zoro just grunted, pushing himself up onto his arms.
“DON’T!” Nami said, holding a hand out. “There are some things I absolutely do not need to see. Boys, out!” She turned, pushing the rest of her crew out of the galley. “Sanji-kun and Zoro need their privacy~”
“But-! NAMI-SAN!! Robin-chan, we’re not - this isn’t - we were just-”
“Have fun, you two,” Robin interrupted in a teasing tone, shutting the door behind her.
“…Fighting,” Sanji finished with a grumble. He glared up at Zoro from where they were buried in the remains of what used to be one very sturdy kitchen table. “Asshole, way to just LAY there, you stupid idiot, now Nami-san thinks-”
“Since she already thinks it, can we just do it?”
Sanji blinked, his face going warm, and stared up at Zoro.
Zoro stared back, eyes completely serious.
“…Yeah, alright,” Sanji said, and pulled Zoro into a heated kiss.
END
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AND THAT'S ALL I'VE GOT. I haven't even edited these yet, there's probably 879827391823123 mistakes!! But whatev.
Wow, to be writing again. @_@ Maybe I'll actually keep this up! :D
~Maxine