OT3 Lives!
Which is to say, my garbled brain spit something up. It makes sense in my mind, but maybe it comes across as muddled. For reference, the photo it refers to is the picture at the top of the journal (which I didn't draw, obviously, but which inspired this).
Title: The Photograph
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Nami/Sanji/Zoro (Hooray!) Only includes the original 5, but takes place post-W7
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Yeah, that's me. The one staring in the mirror, with that kinda frown on her face, like maybe she's displeased with what she sees there, or maybe she's annoyed by the loud idiots behind her. I'm not actually annoyed with them - at least, I wasn't when that picture was taken. Sometimes, yeah, I can't help getting a bit fed up with them, but mostly that's just from living at close quarters for so long.
There in the middle, looking like a total dork: that's my best friend, Sanji. He's trying to look cool there, just like always, because... well, I shouldn't say it, but it's because he's insecure. I don't think there's a reason. It's just how he is, you know? So he makes up for it by being the best dressed, most confident, absolute sweetest guy in the room. No, he's not gay - I know that for a fact. Definitely know it. Although he does have his moments...
Well, yeah, and who can blame him? You see that guy lying down there - yeah, the one Sanji has his foot on. So you see him? Yeah, exactly. With a guy like that, it's no wonder Sanji has moments when he maybe isn't as straight as normal. Hell, I'd do him in a heartbeat; wouldn't matter if I was a girl, a guy, or a raccoon. He's 160 lbs of pure sex stuffed into a body that would be godlike if it ever woke up and un-slouched. I mean, let's be honest: it doesn't matter how sexy you are, you are going to look like a disgusting pig if you lie around on deck like a sack of rice, snoring and with a snot bubble coming out of your nose. That's how you know he's not actually sleeping in this, because he's smiling and sexy and no one feels the urge to kick him.
In the back, that's Luffy. He's our captain. That's all. I mean, no, that's not all, obviously. But it's everything, do you see? He's the reason we're all together. And our nakama are... no, never mind. I can't explain it. It's just that he's our captain, and he's everything that matters, and that's all there is to it. No, I didn't expect you to get it.
What? Oh, the guy next to Sanji. That's Usopp. He's kinda... well, yeah, I guess he's good looking. It's a really good photo of him - really caught his creative side, you know? He gets like that when he's working on his art, and he's not trying to simultaneously be as brave as all the others and not get himself killed. And before you ask: yes, it is impossible. They're all insane. Well, yes, obviously except for Usopp - he gets scared, isn't that proof enough? I mean, sometimes he does stuff that makes me wonder - seriously, using rubber bands as weapons against people who are trying to kill him? - but mostly I'd say he's pretty much a normal guy. What do you mean, 'is that all?' What more is there? Sexy? Sweet? Dangerous? No. Look, he's got this girl back home. He cares about her. Writes her letters and stuff, which isn't always easy when you're a pirate. Maybe he doesn't inspire crazy fits of passion, but he makes her laugh, and likes to listen to her, and they get along well... all the important stuff.
I mean, we... we don't get along at all. Now would the time for me to say something cheesy like, 'except in bed.' But we don't get along there, either. Us three... yeah, I said three, you got a problem with that? No? Good. As I was saying, we're all like the same end of a magnet: so alike, we drive each other nuts. High strung? Yes. High maintenance? Oh, hell yes, like you wouldn't believe. Do you know how long Zoro - that's the guy in the front there - spends polishing his swords? Or training? I'll give you a hint: every waking hour he's not eating or fighting. And Sanji? Best not to start listing all the ways he's high maintenance. You'd have to start with his hair, and work your way all the way down to those shiny shoes on his deadly feet. Oh, me? If you'd ever seen the size of my wardrobe, you wouldn't have to ask.
No, it's not self-awareness, really. I'm probably just as blind to my faults as the next person. But that one's pretty damn obvious, wouldn't you say? I don't think there's anything really wrong with it. Shut up. If you knew what I've - what we've - been through, you'd know better than to judge us like that. It's not your business, what happened to us. Say what? Of course I can expect you to be understanding, even without knowing all the details. You just don't want to admit that you judge people too quickly.
And what about you then, anyway? You're here in the cells, just the same as me. Must have done something to warrant getting tossed in here with us petty criminals. Oh, is that all? That's nothing. No, really, it's nothing. I mean, in comparison... well, we declared war on the World Government, for a start. Don't give me that look. I'd offer to bet on which of us gets out of here first, but I already know I'd win. 'Cause - hear that? - here they come now. It's easy to tell: that shouting is them fighting with each other as much as with the guards.
Well, it was nice talking to you. Hope you have a good life, or whatever - hopefully if I see you again, it'll be somewhere more pleasant. So good luck to you. And about I was trying to say earlier: look, sometimes you have nothing, and living sucks but you can't give up on it. And then when you find something that makes it all worth it... yeah, that's treasure. Doesn't matter if it's clothes, or wine, or a person, or...
See? What did I tell you? Those two idiots, in the flesh. Bye bye. And don't worry about what I said - I'm a pirate, I probably just lied, anyway.
Title: The Photograph
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Nami/Sanji/Zoro (Hooray!) Only includes the original 5, but takes place post-W7
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Yeah, that's me. The one staring in the mirror, with that kinda frown on her face, like maybe she's displeased with what she sees there, or maybe she's annoyed by the loud idiots behind her. I'm not actually annoyed with them - at least, I wasn't when that picture was taken. Sometimes, yeah, I can't help getting a bit fed up with them, but mostly that's just from living at close quarters for so long.
There in the middle, looking like a total dork: that's my best friend, Sanji. He's trying to look cool there, just like always, because... well, I shouldn't say it, but it's because he's insecure. I don't think there's a reason. It's just how he is, you know? So he makes up for it by being the best dressed, most confident, absolute sweetest guy in the room. No, he's not gay - I know that for a fact. Definitely know it. Although he does have his moments...
Well, yeah, and who can blame him? You see that guy lying down there - yeah, the one Sanji has his foot on. So you see him? Yeah, exactly. With a guy like that, it's no wonder Sanji has moments when he maybe isn't as straight as normal. Hell, I'd do him in a heartbeat; wouldn't matter if I was a girl, a guy, or a raccoon. He's 160 lbs of pure sex stuffed into a body that would be godlike if it ever woke up and un-slouched. I mean, let's be honest: it doesn't matter how sexy you are, you are going to look like a disgusting pig if you lie around on deck like a sack of rice, snoring and with a snot bubble coming out of your nose. That's how you know he's not actually sleeping in this, because he's smiling and sexy and no one feels the urge to kick him.
In the back, that's Luffy. He's our captain. That's all. I mean, no, that's not all, obviously. But it's everything, do you see? He's the reason we're all together. And our nakama are... no, never mind. I can't explain it. It's just that he's our captain, and he's everything that matters, and that's all there is to it. No, I didn't expect you to get it.
What? Oh, the guy next to Sanji. That's Usopp. He's kinda... well, yeah, I guess he's good looking. It's a really good photo of him - really caught his creative side, you know? He gets like that when he's working on his art, and he's not trying to simultaneously be as brave as all the others and not get himself killed. And before you ask: yes, it is impossible. They're all insane. Well, yes, obviously except for Usopp - he gets scared, isn't that proof enough? I mean, sometimes he does stuff that makes me wonder - seriously, using rubber bands as weapons against people who are trying to kill him? - but mostly I'd say he's pretty much a normal guy. What do you mean, 'is that all?' What more is there? Sexy? Sweet? Dangerous? No. Look, he's got this girl back home. He cares about her. Writes her letters and stuff, which isn't always easy when you're a pirate. Maybe he doesn't inspire crazy fits of passion, but he makes her laugh, and likes to listen to her, and they get along well... all the important stuff.
I mean, we... we don't get along at all. Now would the time for me to say something cheesy like, 'except in bed.' But we don't get along there, either. Us three... yeah, I said three, you got a problem with that? No? Good. As I was saying, we're all like the same end of a magnet: so alike, we drive each other nuts. High strung? Yes. High maintenance? Oh, hell yes, like you wouldn't believe. Do you know how long Zoro - that's the guy in the front there - spends polishing his swords? Or training? I'll give you a hint: every waking hour he's not eating or fighting. And Sanji? Best not to start listing all the ways he's high maintenance. You'd have to start with his hair, and work your way all the way down to those shiny shoes on his deadly feet. Oh, me? If you'd ever seen the size of my wardrobe, you wouldn't have to ask.
No, it's not self-awareness, really. I'm probably just as blind to my faults as the next person. But that one's pretty damn obvious, wouldn't you say? I don't think there's anything really wrong with it. Shut up. If you knew what I've - what we've - been through, you'd know better than to judge us like that. It's not your business, what happened to us. Say what? Of course I can expect you to be understanding, even without knowing all the details. You just don't want to admit that you judge people too quickly.
And what about you then, anyway? You're here in the cells, just the same as me. Must have done something to warrant getting tossed in here with us petty criminals. Oh, is that all? That's nothing. No, really, it's nothing. I mean, in comparison... well, we declared war on the World Government, for a start. Don't give me that look. I'd offer to bet on which of us gets out of here first, but I already know I'd win. 'Cause - hear that? - here they come now. It's easy to tell: that shouting is them fighting with each other as much as with the guards.
Well, it was nice talking to you. Hope you have a good life, or whatever - hopefully if I see you again, it'll be somewhere more pleasant. So good luck to you. And about I was trying to say earlier: look, sometimes you have nothing, and living sucks but you can't give up on it. And then when you find something that makes it all worth it... yeah, that's treasure. Doesn't matter if it's clothes, or wine, or a person, or...
See? What did I tell you? Those two idiots, in the flesh. Bye bye. And don't worry about what I said - I'm a pirate, I probably just lied, anyway.