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dethoratsTitle: Observations
Rating: G
Pairing: RoNa
Word Count: 310
There was something indefinably adorable about watching Usopp try and spectacularly fail to teach their captain how to draw properly. Something that touched at the feminine portion of Nami’s soul where her need to coo softly over kittens and adorable baby bunnies was normally kept safely locked away behind her protective shell of greed and indifference.
“Here.” Usopp was all exasperation and bemusement as he crawled around behind Luffy’s back and draped himself over the rubber captain’s shoulders. “You hold it like this.” Long tan fingers curled over the other boy’s shorter ones and tried ineffectually to mold a stubborn grip. Luffy held his paintbrush like he was holding a drumstick or a side of beef; it was clenched tight in his fist, ready to be stabbed down at the paper as soon as the urge to be creative hit.
She didn’t realize she was smiling faintly and absently over the top of her paper and around the twisting straw between her lips that ended in a melting raspberry concoction. Her table companion noticed, though, and followed her gaze. The inscrutable smile that seemed to be Robin’s default expression deepened as she too watched the sniper struggle with the captain’s eager untrained fingers, glancing back and forth between their increasingly titanic battle and the navigator’s relaxed, warmth-suffused face.
There was something indescribable - although she had a feeling chef-san would certainly do his best - about the way the navigator sometimes looked when she watched her nakama. She softened, melted just a bit from the usual iron control she tried to keep in front of the boys. It was true affection and it touched a portion of Robin’s soul, ate slowly away at the many barriers she’d thrown up around it. She hoped that if she watched long enough, one day she would watch Nami in just the same way.
Title: Flurry
Rating: PG
Pairing: NaChoRo
Word Count: 225
Note: Furry. If you don't like Chopper relationships, don't read.
A forest of hands grew out of the cabin floor as he watched, waving softly like seaweed fronds shifting in ocean current. A voice spoke from time to time, hushed and quiet to match the calm air in the small room. Everything glowed golden in the flickering lamplight and it burnished black strands, tinted orange ones and turned them molten.
Books moved smoothly past over his head as he sprawled on the floor and read his own texts. Well-worn volumes and newer ones, the occasional newspaper clipping or folded map, all slipped by carried securely in a multitude of grasps. There were hands everywhere, how many he couldn’t even count. Hands fetching, hands turning pages, hands writing in the sharp angular script that was the archaeologist’s.
There were fingers kneading at his shoulders a little later, poking along his ribs and drawing out a giggle. Nami slumped back in her chair and let out a tired, satisfied sigh that meant her job for the night was finished.
“Thanks for all your help,” she murmured, bumping foreheads with the older woman curled half on the bed and half across her writing desk.
Robin was silent but she smiled, slow and deep, and a final flurry of hands swept through the room and gathered up her companions, snuffed the lamps and made sure the door was locked.
Title: Unmentionables
Rating: PG
Pairing: Shanks and Ben
Word Count: 681
“Goggle, ogle, splutter, swear…wait, I think I still got it wrong. It was more like goggle, splutter, swear, apologize to Makino, swear some more, and then some definite ogling.”
“…Shut up about that already. It doesn’t matter since we’re here and I’m going to make certain no iteration of what you’ve been babbling on about for the last ten minutes will happen again.”
Ben opened the curtained doorway and inclined his head. “Get in there and buy something appropriate. I’ll be back shortly.”
“Awww, yer not comin’ in to watch?”
“Definitely not. You’re a grown man. I expect you are capable of handling this on your own.”
Red brows, one furrowed by three deep scars, waggled suggestively as Shanks paused halfway through the door and faced his first mate. “But I don’t like handlin’ it on my own. That’s what yer for.”
His response was a deepening frown and the threat of a lifted, heavy booted foot. “Get in there already.”
It was somewhat childish but Ben couldn’t keep from slamming the door shut behind the captain before he turned away. He had a feeling that he’d ultimately end up inside the shop as well but for now there was a bookstore calling his name and he was pretty sure he deserved a little self-indulgence.
Twenty-seven minutes later he was standing once more before the door to the little shop. There was no sign of the captain and Ben had a very bad feeling that he was going to have to go inside to find him. If only the young lad didn’t idolize Shanks so much then perhaps he wouldn’t be in this mess. Skinny-dipping was all fine and good, but he was teaching Luffy bad habits and he had flashed poor Makino too. If the redhead was going to be hell-bent on keeping cool, the least Ben could do was see to it that he had something to leave on whenever he decided to dash into the ocean with women and children present.
He didn’t hear any yelling coming from inside and he decided to take that as a positive omen. After breathing deeply a few times to center himself, Ben squared back his shoulders, opened the door, and walked right into a veritable feast of jiggling female flesh.
“Hey Ben!”
Shanks waved happily from the middle of the store. The captain was sprawled over a chair and a shop woman’s lap, frilly pink and white slips of fabric draped here and there about his person. He sat up a bit when Ben opened his mouth to yell, interrupting the older man quite neatly.
“Figured it wouldn’t hurt ta get Makino a present since I scandalized her. And these nice ladies here were kind enough to offer to model for me so I could figure out what would be best. You can help pick,” he added generously, patting the empty seat next to him.
Ben spared a quick glance around the rather feminine store, wincing a bit when his gaze settled on the small (in more ways than one) male section. It wouldn’t have been his first or even tenth choice, but it was the closest place within two days’ sailing and it would have to do.
“We’re going,” he said, finality clear in his tone. “Whatever you have in your hand by the time you get to the register is what you’re getting. No exceptions.”
He couldn’t bear to look, kept his eyes averted while Shanks paid and practically skipped out of the store, a small purple bag in his hands. Comments made about smoothness and sleekness were ignored, written off as jokes. Later, on the next oppressively hot day in Fuschia village, Ben never made it to the water. A pair of snug, pink satin panties, and a matching set on the local bartender, resulted in some rather severe hemorrhaging in the nasal area and he decided to lie down in the shade instead.
As for a certain impressionable young lad, well, Nami keeps her underwear drawer locked from more than just a horny love cook’s prying eyes.
Rating: G
Pairing: RoNa
Word Count: 310
There was something indefinably adorable about watching Usopp try and spectacularly fail to teach their captain how to draw properly. Something that touched at the feminine portion of Nami’s soul where her need to coo softly over kittens and adorable baby bunnies was normally kept safely locked away behind her protective shell of greed and indifference.
“Here.” Usopp was all exasperation and bemusement as he crawled around behind Luffy’s back and draped himself over the rubber captain’s shoulders. “You hold it like this.” Long tan fingers curled over the other boy’s shorter ones and tried ineffectually to mold a stubborn grip. Luffy held his paintbrush like he was holding a drumstick or a side of beef; it was clenched tight in his fist, ready to be stabbed down at the paper as soon as the urge to be creative hit.
She didn’t realize she was smiling faintly and absently over the top of her paper and around the twisting straw between her lips that ended in a melting raspberry concoction. Her table companion noticed, though, and followed her gaze. The inscrutable smile that seemed to be Robin’s default expression deepened as she too watched the sniper struggle with the captain’s eager untrained fingers, glancing back and forth between their increasingly titanic battle and the navigator’s relaxed, warmth-suffused face.
There was something indescribable - although she had a feeling chef-san would certainly do his best - about the way the navigator sometimes looked when she watched her nakama. She softened, melted just a bit from the usual iron control she tried to keep in front of the boys. It was true affection and it touched a portion of Robin’s soul, ate slowly away at the many barriers she’d thrown up around it. She hoped that if she watched long enough, one day she would watch Nami in just the same way.
Title: Flurry
Rating: PG
Pairing: NaChoRo
Word Count: 225
Note: Furry. If you don't like Chopper relationships, don't read.
A forest of hands grew out of the cabin floor as he watched, waving softly like seaweed fronds shifting in ocean current. A voice spoke from time to time, hushed and quiet to match the calm air in the small room. Everything glowed golden in the flickering lamplight and it burnished black strands, tinted orange ones and turned them molten.
Books moved smoothly past over his head as he sprawled on the floor and read his own texts. Well-worn volumes and newer ones, the occasional newspaper clipping or folded map, all slipped by carried securely in a multitude of grasps. There were hands everywhere, how many he couldn’t even count. Hands fetching, hands turning pages, hands writing in the sharp angular script that was the archaeologist’s.
There were fingers kneading at his shoulders a little later, poking along his ribs and drawing out a giggle. Nami slumped back in her chair and let out a tired, satisfied sigh that meant her job for the night was finished.
“Thanks for all your help,” she murmured, bumping foreheads with the older woman curled half on the bed and half across her writing desk.
Robin was silent but she smiled, slow and deep, and a final flurry of hands swept through the room and gathered up her companions, snuffed the lamps and made sure the door was locked.
Title: Unmentionables
Rating: PG
Pairing: Shanks and Ben
Word Count: 681
“Goggle, ogle, splutter, swear…wait, I think I still got it wrong. It was more like goggle, splutter, swear, apologize to Makino, swear some more, and then some definite ogling.”
“…Shut up about that already. It doesn’t matter since we’re here and I’m going to make certain no iteration of what you’ve been babbling on about for the last ten minutes will happen again.”
Ben opened the curtained doorway and inclined his head. “Get in there and buy something appropriate. I’ll be back shortly.”
“Awww, yer not comin’ in to watch?”
“Definitely not. You’re a grown man. I expect you are capable of handling this on your own.”
Red brows, one furrowed by three deep scars, waggled suggestively as Shanks paused halfway through the door and faced his first mate. “But I don’t like handlin’ it on my own. That’s what yer for.”
His response was a deepening frown and the threat of a lifted, heavy booted foot. “Get in there already.”
It was somewhat childish but Ben couldn’t keep from slamming the door shut behind the captain before he turned away. He had a feeling that he’d ultimately end up inside the shop as well but for now there was a bookstore calling his name and he was pretty sure he deserved a little self-indulgence.
Twenty-seven minutes later he was standing once more before the door to the little shop. There was no sign of the captain and Ben had a very bad feeling that he was going to have to go inside to find him. If only the young lad didn’t idolize Shanks so much then perhaps he wouldn’t be in this mess. Skinny-dipping was all fine and good, but he was teaching Luffy bad habits and he had flashed poor Makino too. If the redhead was going to be hell-bent on keeping cool, the least Ben could do was see to it that he had something to leave on whenever he decided to dash into the ocean with women and children present.
He didn’t hear any yelling coming from inside and he decided to take that as a positive omen. After breathing deeply a few times to center himself, Ben squared back his shoulders, opened the door, and walked right into a veritable feast of jiggling female flesh.
“Hey Ben!”
Shanks waved happily from the middle of the store. The captain was sprawled over a chair and a shop woman’s lap, frilly pink and white slips of fabric draped here and there about his person. He sat up a bit when Ben opened his mouth to yell, interrupting the older man quite neatly.
“Figured it wouldn’t hurt ta get Makino a present since I scandalized her. And these nice ladies here were kind enough to offer to model for me so I could figure out what would be best. You can help pick,” he added generously, patting the empty seat next to him.
Ben spared a quick glance around the rather feminine store, wincing a bit when his gaze settled on the small (in more ways than one) male section. It wouldn’t have been his first or even tenth choice, but it was the closest place within two days’ sailing and it would have to do.
“We’re going,” he said, finality clear in his tone. “Whatever you have in your hand by the time you get to the register is what you’re getting. No exceptions.”
He couldn’t bear to look, kept his eyes averted while Shanks paid and practically skipped out of the store, a small purple bag in his hands. Comments made about smoothness and sleekness were ignored, written off as jokes. Later, on the next oppressively hot day in Fuschia village, Ben never made it to the water. A pair of snug, pink satin panties, and a matching set on the local bartender, resulted in some rather severe hemorrhaging in the nasal area and he decided to lie down in the shade instead.
As for a certain impressionable young lad, well, Nami keeps her underwear drawer locked from more than just a horny love cook’s prying eyes.
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Date: 2006-08-15 05:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-16 09:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-15 05:59 pm (UTC)And don't be ashamed of Unmentionables! Never be ashamed of unmentionables! Or Ben/Shanks! For they are love and I am slowly being converted.
Plus the idea of Luffy picking up on Shanks' 'habits' is filled with awesomeness ^^no subject
Date: 2006-08-16 09:35 am (UTC)And thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2006-08-15 09:04 pm (UTC)The last is just funny. So dose this mean that you wnat "Shanks" to were girl "Pantys" wink wink and such XD. And that Makino going along with Shanks is just great and Ben...Poor poor Ben.
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Date: 2006-08-16 09:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-15 11:40 pm (UTC)NaChoRo is such CRACK. I adore it and it make me happy, but total CRACK. ^_^
And, finally....Shanks is the best thing on the planet. I envy Ben as much as I pity him. Because, WOW. But, really, in this case? I think he has himself to blame as well. I LOVED it!
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Date: 2006-08-16 09:28 am (UTC)I have no explanation for NaChoRo other than that I have a disturbing affection for it. And quasi-pimp!Chopper just makes me smile.
XD I still think the underwear fic is a travesty but if it made you smile at all, I am pleased.
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Date: 2006-09-23 08:44 pm (UTC)Something that touched at the feminine portion of Nami’s soul where her need to coo softly over kittens and adorable baby bunnies was normally kept safely locked away behind her protective shell of greed and indifference. That line? OWNS.
Luffy held his paintbrush like he was holding a drumstick or a side of beef Such. A. Dork.
She hoped that if she watched long enough, one day she would watch Nami in just the same way. This fic is really very sweet. I like it a lot.
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There were fingers kneading at his shoulders a little later, poking along his ribs and drawing out a giggle. So cute!
and a final flurry of hands swept through the room and gathered up her companions, snuffed the lamps and made sure the door was locked Honestly, if Sanji walked in on this, he'd probably throw himself overboard.
Unmentionables
“But I don’t like handlin’ it on my own. That’s what yer for.” Ben isn't getting paid enough. There can't possibly be enough beri around for him to deal with Shanks day in, day out. Poor, poor man.
Skinny-dipping was all fine and good, but he was teaching Luffy bad habits and he had flashed poor Makino too. *giggles* This works so well!!!
Ben squared back his shoulders, opened the door, and walked right into a veritable feast of jiggling female flesh. I think I said something about no getting paid enough, yes?
“We’re going,” he said, finality clear in his tone. “Whatever you have in your hand by the time you get to the register is what you’re getting. No exceptions.” I love that Shanks needs to be treated as if he's two.
A pair of snug, pink satin panties, and a matching set on the local bartender, resulted in some rather severe hemorrhaging in the nasal area and he decided to lie down in the shade instead. Ben must love Mihawk's visits so very much.
As for a certain impressionable young lad, well, Nami keeps her underwear drawer locked from more than just a horny love cook’s prying eyes. Someone needs to draw Luffy in lacy girly panties!
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Date: 2006-09-26 05:06 am (UTC)None - Yeah, Sanji would indeed get a nosebleed. And I need to write more NaChoRo with side of boy!orgy I think. Just need to get some inspiration.
Unmentionables - Ben has a hard life. But he chose it and there are some benefits I suppose. But yeah, Mihawk is a welcome dose of sanity. As for Luffy in ladies' underwear, I'd love to see that myself. XD "But Nami, what else am I supposed to swim in?"