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Title: Cajones
Pairing: Franky/Robin
Rating: PG
Prompt: Beginnings
Word Count: 300
She looks at him from across the table, catches his eyes, and the corners of her ever-present small smile edge slightly higher. Fingers touch his knee, his thigh, flirt with the possibility of grazing higher yet, and Franky knows he loves this woman, this wicked, devious woman. She toys with him and he struggles to keep a straight face with their nakama all around, busy with devouring the cook’s desert, and he distracts himself with thought, with memories. When did he fall, glance into cerulean eyes that are level with his own, and know that he wanted her?
So much happened on Enies Lobby. He saw so many facets of her; once-hidden secrets, and he knew that she had never been so utterly bare. He respected the brave woman, who’d die for her friends, as much as he wanted to knock some sense into a too-stubborn head. He wept for the broken, frightened child, the one that had lost more than even he, with his past, could fathom. He had cheered for the desperately hopeful soul that had cried out to live. And he had fought for her. But that had been as much for himself, for his debts and his family, as for her.
She had always been beautiful, even in her pain, but she was radiant on Water 7, the smile on her face unburdened and unshadowed. But it was the tiniest hint of a smirk that conquered him at the last, as she gripped him and squeezed. Just the once and she’d winked as he wailed the goodbyes he couldn’t say otherwise. That woman had stones, to act so cocksure, so brazenly, and he’d finally fallen.
Underneath the table, Robin taps a finger just so and Franky doesn’t quite manage to muffle his reaction into his beer.
Title: Face First
Pairing: Hina/Tashigi
Rating: G
Prompt: Beginnings
Word Count: 300
“Captain Smoker!”
The urgent shouting made the hunted man scow. He sighed and a thick plume of cigar smoke clouded his face for a moment before it drifted up to join the grey miasma toying with the sputtering ceiling fan.
Hina arched a delicate eyebrow at her old friend, smirking faintly as she spread her cards on his desk. “Hina wins.”
One pale, baleful eye glared out from the smoke and then Smoker shoved his chair back. He stomped around the desk and to his door, wrenching it open just in time to send a figure sprawling across the threshold. The three-foot-high stacks of papers that usually topped his desk went flying, a blizzard of triplicate and linotype and ink.
Hina watched, entirely too amused, as Smoker sighed and rolled his eyes, squatting down to carefully poke the prone figure in the shoulder.
“What do you want, Sergeant? I asked not to be disturbed.”
There was the sound of a gulped-back moan and then plenty of rustling, as hands sorted through the mess of paperwork, finally plucking one that had landed atop the poor sergeant’s head. “Ah ha!”
It was a triumphant sound and the individual on the floor turned to Smoker. “Just this, sir. Headquarters needs the capture statistics from,” and the voice turned ever so slightly disappointed, “seven months ago. I’ll process it for you and make sure it gets sent in.”
“Hmph,” Smoker snorted but grudgingly held out a hand to help the sergeant up. “You do that, Tashigi…and see to your face first”
As the young sergeant turned to leave, hand curiously touching a split lip, Hina got a glimpse of scabbed elbows and a slightly bloody nose and wide brown eyes behind cracked lenses.
“Don’t,” Smoker said darkly.
But it was too late.
“Hina intrigued.”
Title: Win For Losing
Pairing: Shanks/Ben
Rating: PG
Prompt: Beginnings
Word Count: 300
There was something sad about betting against one’s own happiness but Ben had always been a bit of a pessimist. It was why he was first mate. No one else ever seemed to think through all the possible disasters and then plan – and stock – accordingly. Sometimes it irked, being the damper on all the fun. But that’s what was needed and he was getting better at judging and balancing the risks the crew took against the benefits they could reap. He wasn’t nearly so adept at assessing himself, though, and hence the bet’s acceptance. He wanted rather dearly to lose but he was afraid he wouldn’t. It was actually, on reflection, rather pathetic of him but he couldn’t, wouldn’t, welsh.
From across the bar, Yasopp caught his eye and grinned. The sniper’s expression was smug, confident and victorious, and something warm and far too hopeful stirred in Ben’s gut. Shanks was heading straight for him, stride a hair more purposeful than normal but still with the undeniable roll of a sailor. He was grinning too, bright, broad and cocky, and Ben cursed himself and smiled back when the captain perched on the stool next to him. For half a second Ben doubted, let suspicion grip him, but he let it go. Yasopp was a better friend than that and Shanks, in this case, was better too. Besides, there was a hint of fear lurking in the hazel eyes watching him.
Shanks leaned forward, murmured somehow still loud enough for half the crew to hear, “Come to bed, Beckman.”
Ben met his mouth halfway and for the first time the kiss that followed those words didn’t taste like alcohol. Ben actually grinned through the usual round of catcalls and happily slipped Yasopp his money on the way out of the bar.
Title: Figurehead
Pairing: Merry, gen
Rating: G
Prompt: Beginnings
Word Count: 300
The sawdust smells and the sawmill’s whine followed Merry as he threaded through the lumberyard. Piles of finished planks were stacked pyramid-style all around, narrow paths winding between. The blueprints rustled in his hand, along with his receipt. He couldn’t help but smile, satisfaction suffusing him. It felt good to have come so far and he would be even happier when his order of white oak arrived. For too long had he gone without hammer, plane and saw in his hands, filling them with trays and laundry instead. But his plans had finally met his expectations and the master had only laughed, grinning as he said, “Finally. Go build your ship,” and hustled him out.
It would be a small craft, ideal for a family, a hand or two, but he’d designed it to be light, swift, and strong. A caravel that would dance on the waves and flirt with the wind, bring about the joy of sailing while sturdy enough to survive the storms. The master’s wife was with child and if he worked on his off days, perhaps he’d have it ready once the babe was four. He would make it bright and as airy as safely possible, something pleasing to a child. Merry daydreamed, absent with thoughts of the future, and he practically walked into the massive block of oak.
His design lacked only a figurehead. He had thought to leave it to the master but, as he stared into the grain, perhaps his ship should bear his stamp even there. It would be nontraditional and even more whimsical than the norm but it seemed fitting. Right there in the lumberyard, Merry whipped out a pencil and added the graceful, curving arcs to his blueprints. The last thing he drew was the smile he planned to carve.
Title: It Takes Four to Orgy
Pairing: Luffy/Nami/Zoro/Usopp
Rating: PG13
Prompt: Orgy
Word Count: 300
“Wait,” Nami said, half laughing and half in warning as she swatted at the hand sneaking up the inside of her blouse. “We make a pair. A couple.”
Luffy’s brow wrinkled as he thought that over and he sighed, a pout on his face that made her sigh in return and press a kiss to his cheek.
Zoro chose that moment to open the door and he paused, watched them with narrowed eyes until Luffy’s hand shot out and closed around Zoro’s wrist, dragging the swordsman over. The captain leaned up to plant a kiss of his own on Zoro’s mouth and Nami grinned as green eyes shuttered. She goosed the swordsman when the kiss kept going and he jumped, broke apart from the captain with a muttered curse. Luffy’s fingers found the hem of her shirt and his other hand dipped beneath Zoro’s haramaki.
“Not yet,” Nami ordered, pulling away and shooting Zoro a warning glare. “We’re still only at a threesome.”
“Fine,” Zoro snarled. “I’ll do it.” And he stomped out of the room. Nami followed his retreating back until the door closed behind him. She hoped he hurried. It was hard to resist Luffy when he made that face and his hands were always everywhere.
Five minutes later, the door opened again. Nami looked up from where she lay, topless and Luffy’s hand on her breast. Usopp stared and sputtered and backed away until he met the immovable wall that was Zoro. Apparently he’d decided she wasn’t as scary as the Demon of East Blue. (He’d learn.) Who promptly spun the long-nosed teen around and kissed him until he flushed.
“Now?” Luffy asked, plaintive and breathless.
“Now,” she affirmed. “Four qualifies as enough.”
Luffy’s hands left her just long enough to yank Zoro and Usopp to them.
Pairing: Franky/Robin
Rating: PG
Prompt: Beginnings
Word Count: 300
She looks at him from across the table, catches his eyes, and the corners of her ever-present small smile edge slightly higher. Fingers touch his knee, his thigh, flirt with the possibility of grazing higher yet, and Franky knows he loves this woman, this wicked, devious woman. She toys with him and he struggles to keep a straight face with their nakama all around, busy with devouring the cook’s desert, and he distracts himself with thought, with memories. When did he fall, glance into cerulean eyes that are level with his own, and know that he wanted her?
So much happened on Enies Lobby. He saw so many facets of her; once-hidden secrets, and he knew that she had never been so utterly bare. He respected the brave woman, who’d die for her friends, as much as he wanted to knock some sense into a too-stubborn head. He wept for the broken, frightened child, the one that had lost more than even he, with his past, could fathom. He had cheered for the desperately hopeful soul that had cried out to live. And he had fought for her. But that had been as much for himself, for his debts and his family, as for her.
She had always been beautiful, even in her pain, but she was radiant on Water 7, the smile on her face unburdened and unshadowed. But it was the tiniest hint of a smirk that conquered him at the last, as she gripped him and squeezed. Just the once and she’d winked as he wailed the goodbyes he couldn’t say otherwise. That woman had stones, to act so cocksure, so brazenly, and he’d finally fallen.
Underneath the table, Robin taps a finger just so and Franky doesn’t quite manage to muffle his reaction into his beer.
Title: Face First
Pairing: Hina/Tashigi
Rating: G
Prompt: Beginnings
Word Count: 300
“Captain Smoker!”
The urgent shouting made the hunted man scow. He sighed and a thick plume of cigar smoke clouded his face for a moment before it drifted up to join the grey miasma toying with the sputtering ceiling fan.
Hina arched a delicate eyebrow at her old friend, smirking faintly as she spread her cards on his desk. “Hina wins.”
One pale, baleful eye glared out from the smoke and then Smoker shoved his chair back. He stomped around the desk and to his door, wrenching it open just in time to send a figure sprawling across the threshold. The three-foot-high stacks of papers that usually topped his desk went flying, a blizzard of triplicate and linotype and ink.
Hina watched, entirely too amused, as Smoker sighed and rolled his eyes, squatting down to carefully poke the prone figure in the shoulder.
“What do you want, Sergeant? I asked not to be disturbed.”
There was the sound of a gulped-back moan and then plenty of rustling, as hands sorted through the mess of paperwork, finally plucking one that had landed atop the poor sergeant’s head. “Ah ha!”
It was a triumphant sound and the individual on the floor turned to Smoker. “Just this, sir. Headquarters needs the capture statistics from,” and the voice turned ever so slightly disappointed, “seven months ago. I’ll process it for you and make sure it gets sent in.”
“Hmph,” Smoker snorted but grudgingly held out a hand to help the sergeant up. “You do that, Tashigi…and see to your face first”
As the young sergeant turned to leave, hand curiously touching a split lip, Hina got a glimpse of scabbed elbows and a slightly bloody nose and wide brown eyes behind cracked lenses.
“Don’t,” Smoker said darkly.
But it was too late.
“Hina intrigued.”
Title: Win For Losing
Pairing: Shanks/Ben
Rating: PG
Prompt: Beginnings
Word Count: 300
There was something sad about betting against one’s own happiness but Ben had always been a bit of a pessimist. It was why he was first mate. No one else ever seemed to think through all the possible disasters and then plan – and stock – accordingly. Sometimes it irked, being the damper on all the fun. But that’s what was needed and he was getting better at judging and balancing the risks the crew took against the benefits they could reap. He wasn’t nearly so adept at assessing himself, though, and hence the bet’s acceptance. He wanted rather dearly to lose but he was afraid he wouldn’t. It was actually, on reflection, rather pathetic of him but he couldn’t, wouldn’t, welsh.
From across the bar, Yasopp caught his eye and grinned. The sniper’s expression was smug, confident and victorious, and something warm and far too hopeful stirred in Ben’s gut. Shanks was heading straight for him, stride a hair more purposeful than normal but still with the undeniable roll of a sailor. He was grinning too, bright, broad and cocky, and Ben cursed himself and smiled back when the captain perched on the stool next to him. For half a second Ben doubted, let suspicion grip him, but he let it go. Yasopp was a better friend than that and Shanks, in this case, was better too. Besides, there was a hint of fear lurking in the hazel eyes watching him.
Shanks leaned forward, murmured somehow still loud enough for half the crew to hear, “Come to bed, Beckman.”
Ben met his mouth halfway and for the first time the kiss that followed those words didn’t taste like alcohol. Ben actually grinned through the usual round of catcalls and happily slipped Yasopp his money on the way out of the bar.
Title: Figurehead
Pairing: Merry, gen
Rating: G
Prompt: Beginnings
Word Count: 300
The sawdust smells and the sawmill’s whine followed Merry as he threaded through the lumberyard. Piles of finished planks were stacked pyramid-style all around, narrow paths winding between. The blueprints rustled in his hand, along with his receipt. He couldn’t help but smile, satisfaction suffusing him. It felt good to have come so far and he would be even happier when his order of white oak arrived. For too long had he gone without hammer, plane and saw in his hands, filling them with trays and laundry instead. But his plans had finally met his expectations and the master had only laughed, grinning as he said, “Finally. Go build your ship,” and hustled him out.
It would be a small craft, ideal for a family, a hand or two, but he’d designed it to be light, swift, and strong. A caravel that would dance on the waves and flirt with the wind, bring about the joy of sailing while sturdy enough to survive the storms. The master’s wife was with child and if he worked on his off days, perhaps he’d have it ready once the babe was four. He would make it bright and as airy as safely possible, something pleasing to a child. Merry daydreamed, absent with thoughts of the future, and he practically walked into the massive block of oak.
His design lacked only a figurehead. He had thought to leave it to the master but, as he stared into the grain, perhaps his ship should bear his stamp even there. It would be nontraditional and even more whimsical than the norm but it seemed fitting. Right there in the lumberyard, Merry whipped out a pencil and added the graceful, curving arcs to his blueprints. The last thing he drew was the smile he planned to carve.
Title: It Takes Four to Orgy
Pairing: Luffy/Nami/Zoro/Usopp
Rating: PG13
Prompt: Orgy
Word Count: 300
“Wait,” Nami said, half laughing and half in warning as she swatted at the hand sneaking up the inside of her blouse. “We make a pair. A couple.”
Luffy’s brow wrinkled as he thought that over and he sighed, a pout on his face that made her sigh in return and press a kiss to his cheek.
Zoro chose that moment to open the door and he paused, watched them with narrowed eyes until Luffy’s hand shot out and closed around Zoro’s wrist, dragging the swordsman over. The captain leaned up to plant a kiss of his own on Zoro’s mouth and Nami grinned as green eyes shuttered. She goosed the swordsman when the kiss kept going and he jumped, broke apart from the captain with a muttered curse. Luffy’s fingers found the hem of her shirt and his other hand dipped beneath Zoro’s haramaki.
“Not yet,” Nami ordered, pulling away and shooting Zoro a warning glare. “We’re still only at a threesome.”
“Fine,” Zoro snarled. “I’ll do it.” And he stomped out of the room. Nami followed his retreating back until the door closed behind him. She hoped he hurried. It was hard to resist Luffy when he made that face and his hands were always everywhere.
Five minutes later, the door opened again. Nami looked up from where she lay, topless and Luffy’s hand on her breast. Usopp stared and sputtered and backed away until he met the immovable wall that was Zoro. Apparently he’d decided she wasn’t as scary as the Demon of East Blue. (He’d learn.) Who promptly spun the long-nosed teen around and kissed him until he flushed.
“Now?” Luffy asked, plaintive and breathless.
“Now,” she affirmed. “Four qualifies as enough.”
Luffy’s hands left her just long enough to yank Zoro and Usopp to them.
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