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Title: Wanted
Rating: PG
Pairing: Shanks/Ben/Mihawk
Theme: Dreams Come True - non sexual
Word Count: 300
It is a hot day and he is hung over, trying to calm the pounding in his head as he sits in the shade cast by a single large umbrella. The breathless words of his man are unintelligible and he urges him to slow down, take a drink. He hopes it isn’t trouble, because he’s feeling particularly lazy and out of sorts at the moment. A quick glance around him shows that his closest companions are alert and ready, prepared to deal with whatever is coming to intrude upon the solitude of this chosen island.
Their guest is alone, dark intensity cutting a path through the hazy heat and he looks down at him with a mingled expression of disgust, pity, and amusement. It riles him and he’s ready to fight despite the ache in his head, despite the fact that their guest will refuse as he has so many times before. He’s come, he says, to show them a new wanted poster. And there, grinning up in washed out tones of cheap printers’ ink, is his old hat and a promise made ten years ago.
He lets out a whoop and calls for beer, for a party, and even though his first mate clucks disapprovingly over this eventual extension of his hangover and his guest scowls because he seems to find fun offensive for some reason, he doesn’t care. This is too important not to celebrate because two dreams are starting to come true at last. And he promises, in the depths of his mind, to make it up to the two men sitting next to him later that night when the rest of the crew have passed out and before his hangover returns to make him irritable and a pain in the ass to be around once more.
Title: Realization
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Zoro -> Sanji
Word Count: 271
Note: I think this still fits the theme of non-sexual dreams coming true
When he caught the chef spying on Nami and Vivi together in the mikans, he’d laughed and teased the shitty bastard. When he’d caught him sneaking a peek in Nami’s drawers, finding a magazine that more than likely should’ve also belonged in the crappy cook’s footlocker with the rest of his wanking material, he’d sighed and said ‘I told you so.’ When he came to one evening from his nap in the corner of the galley and saw the idiot love struck chef staring out of the tiny porthole with a mixed expression of desire and despair, he’d reined in his delight and clambered to his feet to see for himself. As much as he didn’t trust Robin and Nami really was a money-grubbing bitch, he had to admit to himself that they looked good together kissing in the moonlight.
“Don’t even say it,” the cook had said and his voice had wavered. “I can see now that you were right. I’m never going to have her.”
He should have been crowing, because at last the cook had acknowledged reality. Now maybe he stood a chance, maybe the visions that haunted him and drove him into extra push-ups and sit-ups and picked fights would finally stop because he’d have what he wanted. Instead, as he watched Sanji grab a bottle and start to chug without even getting a glass, all he could feel was sorry for him and a little bit guilty. So he grabbed his own bottle and joined the chef at the table and hoped that maybe, just maybe, he could convince the cook to start dreaming different dreams.
Title: An Appointment With Toothpaste
Rating: G
Pairing: Golden Pair but it could be considered non shonen-ai
Word Count: 642
Unusually heavy feet carried Oishi to school that morning. He sighed as he unlocked the clubhouse, frowned as he put on his uniform, and grimaced as he informed Tezuka that he wouldn’t be able to make it to afternoon practice because he had an appointment. It wasn’t long before Eiji arrived. Taking one look at his doubles partner, he demanded to know what was wrong. Oishi just shook his head and mustered a wan smile, claiming it was nothing, as they headed onto the court. Try as he might, he couldn’t worm an answer out of his partner. A frustrated Eiji and a morose Oishi did not compose the normal Golden Pair and so it was that their win over Momo and Kaidoh was only by two games instead of the usual six.
On the way to class, Fuji murmured to Eiji that his partner wouldn’t be at practice that afternoon because he had an appointment. Eiji worried over this all through morning classes and it was a relief when the lunch bell finally rang. He was out of his seat in a flash and heading down the hall in search of his doubles partner even before the final tones had sounded. Oishi wasn’t there and Eiji fretted and searched and scowled and ultimately ended up eating with Fuji and Inui without ever seeing Oishi. It was during his daily visit to the restroom after lunch to brush his teeth that he finally found his missing friend. Oishi was there, worried forehead wrinkle firmly in place as he grimaced at the mirror. He seemed to be making faces but Oishi didn’t do that.
“Hoi! There you are Oishi. Where were you? I looked EVERYWHERE.”
Oishi had jumped and spun around and looked guiltily at his partner.
“Here.”
“Here? All lunch period? Why?”
“I was…” Oishi backed away a step from him. “I was brushing my teeth.”
“Nya? You were brushing your teeth this whole time? Oishi, even I don’t brush my teeth that much.”
Oishi studied his feet, scuffed absently at the tiled floor.
“I needed to.”
“Why?” Sudden understanding dawned on Eiji. “Does this have anything to do with your appointment today?”
His face bore a telltale guilty expression as he nodded his head, and Eiji grinned in further realization.
“Does Oishi have to go to the dentist, nya?”
If anything, Oishi looked even more miserable.
“And does Oishi have a cavity?”
His doubles partners reddened, ducking his face away.
“Aw, Oishi it’s not so bad.”
“But, but I brush and floss and everything. I don’t understand how this happened. I know oral hygiene is really important. Besides, you brush all the time and you don’t have to go to the dentist.”
Eiji laughed and brandished his school toothbrush and special strawberry-kiwi toothpaste with fluoride. “I’m obsessed with brushing and I go to the dentist every six months for cleaning. Besides,” he leaned in to whisper in Oishi’s ear. “I had a cavity over the summer. As long as it’s in a baby tooth, it doesn’t really matter.”
“Ah.”
The redhead grinned at the expression of relief the washed over his partner’s face. “Tell you what Oishi, you can borrow some of my toothpaste if you want and brush ‘em again if it’ll make you feel better.”
Oishi, who had already brushed his teeth at least seven times during the lunch period, nodded and held out his toothbrush. After all, Eiji had beautiful teeth and it couldn’t hurt to see if some of that came from his strange selections of toothpaste. Soon enough the bell rang again and they had to part ways. Eiji slapped one of Oishi’s shoulders in what he hoped was a reassuring manner and offered, much to Oishi’s bemusement considering where he was going, to treat him to ice cream after practice and his appointment were over.
A/N: That was pretty lame, but it's my first try so don't hate on me too bad please.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Shanks/Ben/Mihawk
Theme: Dreams Come True - non sexual
Word Count: 300
It is a hot day and he is hung over, trying to calm the pounding in his head as he sits in the shade cast by a single large umbrella. The breathless words of his man are unintelligible and he urges him to slow down, take a drink. He hopes it isn’t trouble, because he’s feeling particularly lazy and out of sorts at the moment. A quick glance around him shows that his closest companions are alert and ready, prepared to deal with whatever is coming to intrude upon the solitude of this chosen island.
Their guest is alone, dark intensity cutting a path through the hazy heat and he looks down at him with a mingled expression of disgust, pity, and amusement. It riles him and he’s ready to fight despite the ache in his head, despite the fact that their guest will refuse as he has so many times before. He’s come, he says, to show them a new wanted poster. And there, grinning up in washed out tones of cheap printers’ ink, is his old hat and a promise made ten years ago.
He lets out a whoop and calls for beer, for a party, and even though his first mate clucks disapprovingly over this eventual extension of his hangover and his guest scowls because he seems to find fun offensive for some reason, he doesn’t care. This is too important not to celebrate because two dreams are starting to come true at last. And he promises, in the depths of his mind, to make it up to the two men sitting next to him later that night when the rest of the crew have passed out and before his hangover returns to make him irritable and a pain in the ass to be around once more.
Title: Realization
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Zoro -> Sanji
Word Count: 271
Note: I think this still fits the theme of non-sexual dreams coming true
When he caught the chef spying on Nami and Vivi together in the mikans, he’d laughed and teased the shitty bastard. When he’d caught him sneaking a peek in Nami’s drawers, finding a magazine that more than likely should’ve also belonged in the crappy cook’s footlocker with the rest of his wanking material, he’d sighed and said ‘I told you so.’ When he came to one evening from his nap in the corner of the galley and saw the idiot love struck chef staring out of the tiny porthole with a mixed expression of desire and despair, he’d reined in his delight and clambered to his feet to see for himself. As much as he didn’t trust Robin and Nami really was a money-grubbing bitch, he had to admit to himself that they looked good together kissing in the moonlight.
“Don’t even say it,” the cook had said and his voice had wavered. “I can see now that you were right. I’m never going to have her.”
He should have been crowing, because at last the cook had acknowledged reality. Now maybe he stood a chance, maybe the visions that haunted him and drove him into extra push-ups and sit-ups and picked fights would finally stop because he’d have what he wanted. Instead, as he watched Sanji grab a bottle and start to chug without even getting a glass, all he could feel was sorry for him and a little bit guilty. So he grabbed his own bottle and joined the chef at the table and hoped that maybe, just maybe, he could convince the cook to start dreaming different dreams.
Title: An Appointment With Toothpaste
Rating: G
Pairing: Golden Pair but it could be considered non shonen-ai
Word Count: 642
Unusually heavy feet carried Oishi to school that morning. He sighed as he unlocked the clubhouse, frowned as he put on his uniform, and grimaced as he informed Tezuka that he wouldn’t be able to make it to afternoon practice because he had an appointment. It wasn’t long before Eiji arrived. Taking one look at his doubles partner, he demanded to know what was wrong. Oishi just shook his head and mustered a wan smile, claiming it was nothing, as they headed onto the court. Try as he might, he couldn’t worm an answer out of his partner. A frustrated Eiji and a morose Oishi did not compose the normal Golden Pair and so it was that their win over Momo and Kaidoh was only by two games instead of the usual six.
On the way to class, Fuji murmured to Eiji that his partner wouldn’t be at practice that afternoon because he had an appointment. Eiji worried over this all through morning classes and it was a relief when the lunch bell finally rang. He was out of his seat in a flash and heading down the hall in search of his doubles partner even before the final tones had sounded. Oishi wasn’t there and Eiji fretted and searched and scowled and ultimately ended up eating with Fuji and Inui without ever seeing Oishi. It was during his daily visit to the restroom after lunch to brush his teeth that he finally found his missing friend. Oishi was there, worried forehead wrinkle firmly in place as he grimaced at the mirror. He seemed to be making faces but Oishi didn’t do that.
“Hoi! There you are Oishi. Where were you? I looked EVERYWHERE.”
Oishi had jumped and spun around and looked guiltily at his partner.
“Here.”
“Here? All lunch period? Why?”
“I was…” Oishi backed away a step from him. “I was brushing my teeth.”
“Nya? You were brushing your teeth this whole time? Oishi, even I don’t brush my teeth that much.”
Oishi studied his feet, scuffed absently at the tiled floor.
“I needed to.”
“Why?” Sudden understanding dawned on Eiji. “Does this have anything to do with your appointment today?”
His face bore a telltale guilty expression as he nodded his head, and Eiji grinned in further realization.
“Does Oishi have to go to the dentist, nya?”
If anything, Oishi looked even more miserable.
“And does Oishi have a cavity?”
His doubles partners reddened, ducking his face away.
“Aw, Oishi it’s not so bad.”
“But, but I brush and floss and everything. I don’t understand how this happened. I know oral hygiene is really important. Besides, you brush all the time and you don’t have to go to the dentist.”
Eiji laughed and brandished his school toothbrush and special strawberry-kiwi toothpaste with fluoride. “I’m obsessed with brushing and I go to the dentist every six months for cleaning. Besides,” he leaned in to whisper in Oishi’s ear. “I had a cavity over the summer. As long as it’s in a baby tooth, it doesn’t really matter.”
“Ah.”
The redhead grinned at the expression of relief the washed over his partner’s face. “Tell you what Oishi, you can borrow some of my toothpaste if you want and brush ‘em again if it’ll make you feel better.”
Oishi, who had already brushed his teeth at least seven times during the lunch period, nodded and held out his toothbrush. After all, Eiji had beautiful teeth and it couldn’t hurt to see if some of that came from his strange selections of toothpaste. Soon enough the bell rang again and they had to part ways. Eiji slapped one of Oishi’s shoulders in what he hoped was a reassuring manner and offered, much to Oishi’s bemusement considering where he was going, to treat him to ice cream after practice and his appointment were over.
A/N: That was pretty lame, but it's my first try so don't hate on me too bad please.
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Realization: As you know I don't really like the "Shity Cook" that much and I'm with you in the LuZo vibe but this was good and I like that Nami had porn. It was also done really well with Zoro [or is that Zolo he he ;)] and he's thoughts.
An Appointment With Toothpaste: Funny. Don't know about PoT (other then hard to get the smell out of clothes) so I can't say to much about it but the imagery was cute and Fluffy.
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One Morning: I'm at work so this one is going to have to wait till I get home to check out but I’m sure that it's really good.
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As for embarrasment, I don't know if you mean what I think you mean but seriously, it was just out for a joke and I never put it up, it's not used or anything! *blushes*
And damn you Brian for not loving the Shitty Cook!
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I'm glad the Luffy spam was okay! And Brian really has it in for Sanji...I have to keep beating him up about it, damn him!
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Wanted: Have I ever told you how much I like this threesome? Cause I do. It just makes me so happy to see Ben getting someone to share the pain for even a little while.
One Morning: *resisting urge to quote the whole darn thing* Well, I could say perfect and leave it at that, but I don't want to. I LOVE this for the nakamaship. How one bed works just as well as the next and no one really minds, the Chopper snuggles, Zoro dumping Sanji in with Usopp. All of it serves to make me just giddy with teh happy.
his asshole sense hadn’t been set off I bet Sanji has one of those too.
As for Chopper, well, Zoro has decided his personal cuddle toy is too young and refuses to even think about the idea. *__* Yay for denial! And the way each of the boys deals with their morning issues is so wonderfully them. And good lord, Luffy waking up and being all ‘boy howdy, I think I’m horny’ and jumping Zoro just killed me dead. DEAD.
An Appointment With Toothpaste: I'll get back to you on this when I actually read PoT enought to know these people.
And go Eyeshield! (Still can't believe I like a sports series. Thanks for that, sweetie.
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As for One Morning that was completely a spam fic that ran away from me. I think I spend far too much time thinking about the masturbatory habits of fictional male characters. XD
And PoT is just...wrong. I have been corrupted by the COMPLETE FLUFF that is the golden pair. They are the fluffiest thing ever, I swear!
I will have to send you the manga scanlations since I finally downloaded all of them that I can find.
Also, Eyeshield is like crack. I must rip and send more episodes to you soon.
Thanks for commenting (I love yours, they're always so nice!) even though you are busy with school and stuff!