A Pair of Crappy Drabbles
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dethoratsTitle: Odd One Out
Rating: G
Pairing: NaChoRo
Word Count: 740
Note: Furry. If you don't like Chopper relationships, don't read.
First Chopper, then Robin, and now Chopper yet again. Her face a shifting mess of expressions, jumping from rage to fear to irritation and back around, Nami dragged Zoro behind her up into the hastily built stadium. A part of her had wanted to go with Luffy, if only to yell at him for a while longer, but Usopp wouldn’t let her down. Probably. No, no he wouldn’t let her down, she told herself and plopped onto a bench in the front row and crossed her arms. Zoro, who knew far better than Sanji how to keep his mouth shut when it was in his head and his wallet’s best interest, settled beside her without a word. If he noticed the way she kept twisting in her seat to glance up to the very top row, he wisely chose not to comment on it.
Chopper and Robin were far away, nearly out of shouting distance over the roar of the rest of the crowd, but at least she could see them. Robin looked, quite frankly, about as silly as she ever had in the requisite mask and ears but she appeared her usual serene self and there was no hiding her beauty even in the ridiculous get up. Chopper on the other hand, was even more adorable than usual. The false ears suited him and his pathetically worried expression was tugging at every last one of her heartstrings. At least he wasn’t alone this time around, Nami reminded herself. Robin was there too, and she kept pulling the young doctor onto her lap or wrapping an arm or two around his body when the tears threatened too closely. She would bolster his spirits and protect him from that horrible Porche woman.
Speaking of the devil, the damned woman was still flouncing around and stirring up the crowd. How anyone thought wearing an open coverall and a pointy hat with a pompom on the end made for good fashion was beyond the navigator and she sneered when she caught the aqua-haired bitch glancing smugly in her direction. How dare she have molested Chopper so openly?! If there was anything that could top Nami’s anger over Luffy having agreed to such a stupid activity in the first place, it was the blatant snuggling that Porche had given to the reindeer. Damn it all, Chopper belonged to the Straw Hat crew! More importantly, he didn’t get cuddled and squeezed and pinched and cooed over by pink cheerleading bimbos. When this whole stupid thing was over, Nami vowed, she would have a thing or two to say to that woman.
She had a few choice words in mind for her absent partners come to think of it. Chopper had been awfully lenient about getting molested, especially after the initial shock had worn off. Robin had gone over rather willingly as well, although Nami supposed that that was to be expected. She’d yet to see something upset their unflappable archaeologist. Nevertheless, there would be some making up and some recompensing to be done once this whole stupid game was over. And it had nothing at all to do with the fact that her own incredibly cute and sexy self had been rejected on all three occasions and everything to do with letting others put their hands on them.
Her attention was drawn back to the giant ship in front of her as the announcer’s voice once more boomed out over the loudspeaker. As she waited for the captains to make their appearance, Nami knew she had a thing or two to say to Luffy as well, once he’d successfully won back his nakama. It was only thanks to her quick thinking that they had the opportunity to get both Robin and Chopper back anyway. Thank goodness Foxy and his crew were so palpably stupid and easy to manipulate. They were too used to dealing with pirates who had a higher sort of honor or a lower amount of intelligence and hadn’t counted on her shrewdness. The split-headed noro noro fruit user wouldn’t count on Luffy either; no matter how many tricks he had planned. The captain wouldn’t let down his crew. Robin and Chopper would be able to take off the insignia they’d been forced to don and would be back with her soon enough. All she had to do now was wait and watch and enjoy the ass kicking that was about to ensue.
Title: Skating Solutions
Rating: PG
Pairing: LuZoLu
Word Count: 392
His palm slapped against his forehead with a meaty thwack and Zoro shook his head in disgust as Luffy sprawled face down on the pavement for what had to be the fifteenth time.
“Sorry Zoro,” came the mumbled apology from the rubber captain, muffled as he spoke into the track.
The swordsman sighed and lowered himself into a crouch. One calloused hand reached out to grab the back of the yellow jersey and lifted Luffy up. Rollerskate-shod feet scrambled desperately for purchase before Zoro yanked hard and put the captain firmly on his butt. The skate wheels whirred as Luffy pouted up at the green-haired pirate. Zoro glanced briefly at the progress on the track and frowned before turning his attention back to the rubber teen.
“I told you to move your hips, didn’t I?”
“Naa, Zoro, but I di~d. And I still fell.”
Whining wasn’t going to get them anywhere and it certainly wouldn’t help get Chopper back. After telling the reindeer to suck it up and be a man, Zoro certainly didn’t want to let him down by failing now. And neither would Luffy. Green brows knit for a moment as Luffy looked at him expectantly and then the swordsman leaned in to murmur in his ear.
Watching the proceedings with only a small smidgeon of his attention, after all Robin-chwan and Nami-swan were so beautiful and graceful as they sped around the track on their skates, Sanji couldn’t hear much but what he heard was enough to make him blush and stare far more intently at the gorgeous wiggling of his ladies’ behinds as they sped by.
Whatever the shithead had said to his idiot captain, it made Luffy grin and give a crow of triumph. Zoro stood back up and crossed his arms, pretending with all of his might that his cheeks weren’t the faintest bit red or that he hadn’t just made that particular suggestion of movement. As long as it worked, that was all that mattered. And, as Luffy made his wobbly way upright and the entire crowd cheered him on, it was clear to see that it had. So what if watching the captain was going to make watching him rather, erm, uncomfortable in a certain region of his anatomy? All that mattered was winning, and there was no way Luffy would let them down.
Rating: G
Pairing: NaChoRo
Word Count: 740
Note: Furry. If you don't like Chopper relationships, don't read.
First Chopper, then Robin, and now Chopper yet again. Her face a shifting mess of expressions, jumping from rage to fear to irritation and back around, Nami dragged Zoro behind her up into the hastily built stadium. A part of her had wanted to go with Luffy, if only to yell at him for a while longer, but Usopp wouldn’t let her down. Probably. No, no he wouldn’t let her down, she told herself and plopped onto a bench in the front row and crossed her arms. Zoro, who knew far better than Sanji how to keep his mouth shut when it was in his head and his wallet’s best interest, settled beside her without a word. If he noticed the way she kept twisting in her seat to glance up to the very top row, he wisely chose not to comment on it.
Chopper and Robin were far away, nearly out of shouting distance over the roar of the rest of the crowd, but at least she could see them. Robin looked, quite frankly, about as silly as she ever had in the requisite mask and ears but she appeared her usual serene self and there was no hiding her beauty even in the ridiculous get up. Chopper on the other hand, was even more adorable than usual. The false ears suited him and his pathetically worried expression was tugging at every last one of her heartstrings. At least he wasn’t alone this time around, Nami reminded herself. Robin was there too, and she kept pulling the young doctor onto her lap or wrapping an arm or two around his body when the tears threatened too closely. She would bolster his spirits and protect him from that horrible Porche woman.
Speaking of the devil, the damned woman was still flouncing around and stirring up the crowd. How anyone thought wearing an open coverall and a pointy hat with a pompom on the end made for good fashion was beyond the navigator and she sneered when she caught the aqua-haired bitch glancing smugly in her direction. How dare she have molested Chopper so openly?! If there was anything that could top Nami’s anger over Luffy having agreed to such a stupid activity in the first place, it was the blatant snuggling that Porche had given to the reindeer. Damn it all, Chopper belonged to the Straw Hat crew! More importantly, he didn’t get cuddled and squeezed and pinched and cooed over by pink cheerleading bimbos. When this whole stupid thing was over, Nami vowed, she would have a thing or two to say to that woman.
She had a few choice words in mind for her absent partners come to think of it. Chopper had been awfully lenient about getting molested, especially after the initial shock had worn off. Robin had gone over rather willingly as well, although Nami supposed that that was to be expected. She’d yet to see something upset their unflappable archaeologist. Nevertheless, there would be some making up and some recompensing to be done once this whole stupid game was over. And it had nothing at all to do with the fact that her own incredibly cute and sexy self had been rejected on all three occasions and everything to do with letting others put their hands on them.
Her attention was drawn back to the giant ship in front of her as the announcer’s voice once more boomed out over the loudspeaker. As she waited for the captains to make their appearance, Nami knew she had a thing or two to say to Luffy as well, once he’d successfully won back his nakama. It was only thanks to her quick thinking that they had the opportunity to get both Robin and Chopper back anyway. Thank goodness Foxy and his crew were so palpably stupid and easy to manipulate. They were too used to dealing with pirates who had a higher sort of honor or a lower amount of intelligence and hadn’t counted on her shrewdness. The split-headed noro noro fruit user wouldn’t count on Luffy either; no matter how many tricks he had planned. The captain wouldn’t let down his crew. Robin and Chopper would be able to take off the insignia they’d been forced to don and would be back with her soon enough. All she had to do now was wait and watch and enjoy the ass kicking that was about to ensue.
Title: Skating Solutions
Rating: PG
Pairing: LuZoLu
Word Count: 392
His palm slapped against his forehead with a meaty thwack and Zoro shook his head in disgust as Luffy sprawled face down on the pavement for what had to be the fifteenth time.
“Sorry Zoro,” came the mumbled apology from the rubber captain, muffled as he spoke into the track.
The swordsman sighed and lowered himself into a crouch. One calloused hand reached out to grab the back of the yellow jersey and lifted Luffy up. Rollerskate-shod feet scrambled desperately for purchase before Zoro yanked hard and put the captain firmly on his butt. The skate wheels whirred as Luffy pouted up at the green-haired pirate. Zoro glanced briefly at the progress on the track and frowned before turning his attention back to the rubber teen.
“I told you to move your hips, didn’t I?”
“Naa, Zoro, but I di~d. And I still fell.”
Whining wasn’t going to get them anywhere and it certainly wouldn’t help get Chopper back. After telling the reindeer to suck it up and be a man, Zoro certainly didn’t want to let him down by failing now. And neither would Luffy. Green brows knit for a moment as Luffy looked at him expectantly and then the swordsman leaned in to murmur in his ear.
Watching the proceedings with only a small smidgeon of his attention, after all Robin-chwan and Nami-swan were so beautiful and graceful as they sped around the track on their skates, Sanji couldn’t hear much but what he heard was enough to make him blush and stare far more intently at the gorgeous wiggling of his ladies’ behinds as they sped by.
Whatever the shithead had said to his idiot captain, it made Luffy grin and give a crow of triumph. Zoro stood back up and crossed his arms, pretending with all of his might that his cheeks weren’t the faintest bit red or that he hadn’t just made that particular suggestion of movement. As long as it worked, that was all that mattered. And, as Luffy made his wobbly way upright and the entire crowd cheered him on, it was clear to see that it had. So what if watching the captain was going to make watching him rather, erm, uncomfortable in a certain region of his anatomy? All that mattered was winning, and there was no way Luffy would let them down.
