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dethoratsTitle: Magic Trick
Word Count: 300
Pairing: Sanj -> Usopp
Rating: PG-13...just to be safe
It was ninety-five degrees on deck, heat hanging oppressively in the air. They'd been becalmed for three days, a common occurrence in the area according to Nami. She'd assured everyone a current cycled through weekly, guaranteeing eventual freedom. Unfortunately, she hadn't anticipated the current heat wave. Finding ways to endure the temperature became top priority.
The first two days Sanji had stood guard over the contents of the freezer, reluctant to sacrifice precious supplies for anyone but Nami. On the third, wilting and finally shirtless like the rest, he'd given in, doling out precious popsicles like the treasures they now were. The crew had scattered, retreating to private patches of shade. He was left in the kitchen with Usopp and a very miserable reindeer. Usopp was kneeling next to where Chopper had collapsed in the corner, panting and moaning about the heat.
"Hey Chopper, wanna see a magic trick?" Usopp asked, trying to distract the doctor from his discomfort. "I can make this entire popsicle disappear."
Sanji turned to watch from his position at the sink, waiting to see what Usopp would do. The watermelon popsicle was already about an inch into Usopp's mouth, and he slowly began easing the rest inside. Sanji shook his head, ready to turn back to his dishes when Usopp kept going, the stick finally disappearing from view. Sanji swallowed hard, mouth gaping like a fish as Usopp smiled down at Chopper. A convulsion of throat muscles and the popsicle re-emerged.
"Wow!" the reindeer enthused. "That was amazing!"
"Yeah and I can make other stuff vanish too, longer stuff."
Sanji groaned quietly as the comment went straight to his groin. He whipped back around to the protection of the sink, barking his shin. “Ah, shitshitshit!”
“You alright?”
“Yeah, …‘s just the heat getting to me.”
Title: Winter Wear
Word Count: 299
Pairing: Ben + Shanks
Rating: G
The steady drip, drip, drip of drying laundry blended rather musically with the lower, slower splashes of condensation from the stalactites to Ben’s ears. For all the precipitation, the cave was amazingly snug and warm. Ben huddled under a wool blanket, bundled up next to the large bonfire near the entrance. The still-falling snow was deep, as high as seven feet where it had drifted. The red-hair pirate crew was outside, scrambling about amid the frozen whiteness.
Shanks had decided to have a snowball fight, using his edge as captain to snag Yasopp for his team. Bearing no love for the cold, Ben volunteered to referee. It was down to Shanks and Yasopp versus two opponents. Ben observed Shanks as he attempted to sneak across the field. He was fairly well covered in white powder, but an unfortunate blotch of fuschia and orange flowers from his shorts was visible. He was spotted and pelted, laughing as he ran to the sidelines.
Ben watched as his sandal-clad feet sank lightly into the powder. Flakes and water dripped from his body, but Shanks seemed to be unaware of the frigid temperatures. Ultimately Yasopp triumphed, and the crew tramped back inside, cheeks flushed and clothes sopping. With a wry smile, Ben threw the captain yet another pair of outrageously colored shorts, neon pink and electric blue this time.
“You know, if you’d wear your normal clothes, you wouldn’t be such an easy target.”
“Yeah, but I always wear the Bermuda’s in the snow. It helps break up the landscape.” Shanks’ eyes were twinkling as he padded over to the fire. “Besides, no one expects a man to wear shorts and sandals in the snow, element of surprise and all.”
Ben had to laugh at that. “You’re never what anyone could expect, Captain.”
Word Count: 300
Pairing: Sanj -> Usopp
Rating: PG-13...just to be safe
It was ninety-five degrees on deck, heat hanging oppressively in the air. They'd been becalmed for three days, a common occurrence in the area according to Nami. She'd assured everyone a current cycled through weekly, guaranteeing eventual freedom. Unfortunately, she hadn't anticipated the current heat wave. Finding ways to endure the temperature became top priority.
The first two days Sanji had stood guard over the contents of the freezer, reluctant to sacrifice precious supplies for anyone but Nami. On the third, wilting and finally shirtless like the rest, he'd given in, doling out precious popsicles like the treasures they now were. The crew had scattered, retreating to private patches of shade. He was left in the kitchen with Usopp and a very miserable reindeer. Usopp was kneeling next to where Chopper had collapsed in the corner, panting and moaning about the heat.
"Hey Chopper, wanna see a magic trick?" Usopp asked, trying to distract the doctor from his discomfort. "I can make this entire popsicle disappear."
Sanji turned to watch from his position at the sink, waiting to see what Usopp would do. The watermelon popsicle was already about an inch into Usopp's mouth, and he slowly began easing the rest inside. Sanji shook his head, ready to turn back to his dishes when Usopp kept going, the stick finally disappearing from view. Sanji swallowed hard, mouth gaping like a fish as Usopp smiled down at Chopper. A convulsion of throat muscles and the popsicle re-emerged.
"Wow!" the reindeer enthused. "That was amazing!"
"Yeah and I can make other stuff vanish too, longer stuff."
Sanji groaned quietly as the comment went straight to his groin. He whipped back around to the protection of the sink, barking his shin. “Ah, shitshitshit!”
“You alright?”
“Yeah, …‘s just the heat getting to me.”
Title: Winter Wear
Word Count: 299
Pairing: Ben + Shanks
Rating: G
The steady drip, drip, drip of drying laundry blended rather musically with the lower, slower splashes of condensation from the stalactites to Ben’s ears. For all the precipitation, the cave was amazingly snug and warm. Ben huddled under a wool blanket, bundled up next to the large bonfire near the entrance. The still-falling snow was deep, as high as seven feet where it had drifted. The red-hair pirate crew was outside, scrambling about amid the frozen whiteness.
Shanks had decided to have a snowball fight, using his edge as captain to snag Yasopp for his team. Bearing no love for the cold, Ben volunteered to referee. It was down to Shanks and Yasopp versus two opponents. Ben observed Shanks as he attempted to sneak across the field. He was fairly well covered in white powder, but an unfortunate blotch of fuschia and orange flowers from his shorts was visible. He was spotted and pelted, laughing as he ran to the sidelines.
Ben watched as his sandal-clad feet sank lightly into the powder. Flakes and water dripped from his body, but Shanks seemed to be unaware of the frigid temperatures. Ultimately Yasopp triumphed, and the crew tramped back inside, cheeks flushed and clothes sopping. With a wry smile, Ben threw the captain yet another pair of outrageously colored shorts, neon pink and electric blue this time.
“You know, if you’d wear your normal clothes, you wouldn’t be such an easy target.”
“Yeah, but I always wear the Bermuda’s in the snow. It helps break up the landscape.” Shanks’ eyes were twinkling as he padded over to the fire. “Besides, no one expects a man to wear shorts and sandals in the snow, element of surprise and all.”
Ben had to laugh at that. “You’re never what anyone could expect, Captain.”
