Luffyship ficlet #1
After what I said yesterday I then went and wrote this pair first after all. A bit sappy and a bit fixit, I feel. :)
Ship's Okama
There's the sound of laughter and the door leading below deck bursts open. Nami looks up from her log pose and windspeed calculations to see Luffy, clinging like a limpet to their newest crewmember, legs wrapped around Bon Clay's waist and arms about his chest. The okama dances and spins and spins like he's completely unencumbered and trills a good morning to all.
Luffy's face and arms are still mottled, darker patches of damage spotting the skin, but they're fading. Nami knows the okama has scars too, but they're hidden beneath the make-up. She watches them now, the way Luffy's face is pressed into the other's shoulder, the way that matchless grin sparkles with yet a new light still, and Bon-chan moves as though he was born with a Luffy growing out of his back. Nami doesn't miss how his hands occasionally slide, caressing, against one or other clutching rubber limb amidst his balletic moves.
He's done so much for them, nobody would even think to contest Luffy's proclaimation of "nakama!" (as if they would contest anyway); still... it's going to take some getting used to this.
"Ladiiiiiies! A diviiiiine cuisine to lift your morning, my angels!" Sanji trills, spinning with his plates to the table (and yes, Nami does have to bite her lip on pointing out the similarities at times, knowing full well how that would be received after his recent experiences). He puts the plates down and hollers to the rest of the crew, "Oi, shitty breakfast is served!"
The ship's captain scrambles down from the ship's okama and dives for the food with an exuberance happily indicative of his usual energy levels returning. He's blocked by Sanji, but Sanji is distracted by his subsequent fit when Bon Clay bows and kisses his hand in tearfully exaggerated gratitude for the meal.
Nami leans in and firmly but gently catches Luffy by the jaw, lifting his face to her scrutiny. He blinks at her with innocent confusion, eyes darting furtively toward the food because the others are headed over and there's a serious danger they might actually get their fair share.
"Eh, what is it, Nami?"
"Just this." She wipes the ruby red smudges from his lips with the edge of her thumb and a smile.
Ship's Okama
There's the sound of laughter and the door leading below deck bursts open. Nami looks up from her log pose and windspeed calculations to see Luffy, clinging like a limpet to their newest crewmember, legs wrapped around Bon Clay's waist and arms about his chest. The okama dances and spins and spins like he's completely unencumbered and trills a good morning to all.
Luffy's face and arms are still mottled, darker patches of damage spotting the skin, but they're fading. Nami knows the okama has scars too, but they're hidden beneath the make-up. She watches them now, the way Luffy's face is pressed into the other's shoulder, the way that matchless grin sparkles with yet a new light still, and Bon-chan moves as though he was born with a Luffy growing out of his back. Nami doesn't miss how his hands occasionally slide, caressing, against one or other clutching rubber limb amidst his balletic moves.
He's done so much for them, nobody would even think to contest Luffy's proclaimation of "nakama!" (as if they would contest anyway); still... it's going to take some getting used to this.
"Ladiiiiiies! A diviiiiine cuisine to lift your morning, my angels!" Sanji trills, spinning with his plates to the table (and yes, Nami does have to bite her lip on pointing out the similarities at times, knowing full well how that would be received after his recent experiences). He puts the plates down and hollers to the rest of the crew, "Oi, shitty breakfast is served!"
The ship's captain scrambles down from the ship's okama and dives for the food with an exuberance happily indicative of his usual energy levels returning. He's blocked by Sanji, but Sanji is distracted by his subsequent fit when Bon Clay bows and kisses his hand in tearfully exaggerated gratitude for the meal.
Nami leans in and firmly but gently catches Luffy by the jaw, lifting his face to her scrutiny. He blinks at her with innocent confusion, eyes darting furtively toward the food because the others are headed over and there's a serious danger they might actually get their fair share.
"Eh, what is it, Nami?"
"Just this." She wipes the ruby red smudges from his lips with the edge of her thumb and a smile.