Parental Love?/Girls Are Dangerous Things (11. Wet Sand/17. She Looks To Me)
Title: Parental Love?
Pairing (if any): None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Author Notes: A reflection on parents by any one of the Straw Hats
Prompt: “Wet Sand” By the Red Hot Chili Peppers
Prompt Table
Wet sand is perfect for making sculptures.
You press the sand together, molding it, shaping it, giving it life and emotion and letting it stand on its own after careful reassurance and reluctance to let it go.
But then you leave it standing there on its own, watching you leave and wondering what it’ll do on its own with no one to help it stand, no one to refill the cracks and dents that form as it starts falling apart.
And then, finally the angry sea, the only one that truly cares about it, reclaims it. It is finally home.
Title: Girls Are Dangerous Things
Pairing (if any): None really, but I guess you could see Sanji/Kuina and Sanji/Zoro
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Word Count: 99
Author Notes: Well, I just dropped Sanji in Zoro’s past, but that’s it.
Prompt: “She Looks To Me” By the Red Hot Chili Peppers
If asked about that day, Sanji would deny ever being there.
He would deny meeting her, talking to her about an idiotic little boy.
He would deny that he was there on the stairs, watching as she tripped, falling backwards. He would deny that he didn’t try to help, because he did. He lunged after her, almost touching her shorts. He had even cut his knees on the sword she had dropped.
Years later, when that idiot little boy, all grown up, would ask him about those scars, he would merely smile and say that girls were dangerous things.
Pairing (if any): None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Author Notes: A reflection on parents by any one of the Straw Hats
Prompt: “Wet Sand” By the Red Hot Chili Peppers
Prompt Table
Wet sand is perfect for making sculptures.
You press the sand together, molding it, shaping it, giving it life and emotion and letting it stand on its own after careful reassurance and reluctance to let it go.
But then you leave it standing there on its own, watching you leave and wondering what it’ll do on its own with no one to help it stand, no one to refill the cracks and dents that form as it starts falling apart.
And then, finally the angry sea, the only one that truly cares about it, reclaims it. It is finally home.
Title: Girls Are Dangerous Things
Pairing (if any): None really, but I guess you could see Sanji/Kuina and Sanji/Zoro
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Word Count: 99
Author Notes: Well, I just dropped Sanji in Zoro’s past, but that’s it.
Prompt: “She Looks To Me” By the Red Hot Chili Peppers
If asked about that day, Sanji would deny ever being there.
He would deny meeting her, talking to her about an idiotic little boy.
He would deny that he was there on the stairs, watching as she tripped, falling backwards. He would deny that he didn’t try to help, because he did. He lunged after her, almost touching her shorts. He had even cut his knees on the sword she had dropped.
Years later, when that idiot little boy, all grown up, would ask him about those scars, he would merely smile and say that girls were dangerous things.