A Section of Tiny Thank Yous (Part 1)
I wanted to have this up for the 28th as it would make more sense, but bah.
I had the idea of writing drabbles for some people online who give a lot to me, whether they know it or not. Each deserves more, much more, but this is a sort of small, personalized thank you to you guys.
I had originally planned more, but some of you are in fandoms I don’t know, or are fans of pairings that are damned intimidating and I know I’ll mess up. (Looking at YOU Ganny.)
So I’m calling this Part 1, in hopes that I’ll be able to have more someday.
(In general these are for sillies, so don’t take’em too seriously. 100 word shots are not my forte.)
For Stark: One Piece; Zoro and Sanji
There was satisfaction whenever Sanji kicked first, one Zoro didn’t care to examine. Snoring in the galley wasn’t cutting it; the rhythmic chopping continued. Eventually an exhale and waft of nicotine drifted his way. “Don’t know how you smoke that shit over your precious food.”
All sound stopped. As slow footsteps approached his senses tingled, ready for the impending blow. When instead something warm touched his lips he jolted, inhaling sharply at the sure pressure.
His lungs took in a mouthful of smoke. Coughing violently, he tried to ignore the victory in that blue eye when he stood and drew.
For Jade: Patch World; Hxems and Blade
There was something in each drop, something long forgotten. If they only lasted longer perhaps he would finally see, but each fell and shattered on the pavement just before. He watched his arms drip, mixed and broken memories running down his fingers.
“Silly, you’re getting all wet.”
The voice was warm at his back, the falling water held at bay. Arms encircled him, wrapping a heavy blanket around his shoulders as the umbrella above protected them. Leaning back, he buried his nose in fiery hair.
“Today the rain smells like you.”
The arms squeezed gently, and memory seemed less important.
For Akuni: Bleach; Renji and Ichigo
“Where…you goin’?”
At the bloody, coughing question Ichigo looked up, ignoring the shoot of pain. “Don’t wanna pass out here. Smells nasty.” He placed one shaking arm down and dragged himself a few more inches across the rubble.
“Oh.” There may have been amusement in Renji’s grating voice. “There’s better?”
“Yeah.” His elbow complained loudly, but he made it another half foot. Some rocks shifted as Renji began moving with his less tattered leg. “What…”
“Ya ain’t getting the best spot.”
“Hell I’m not, asshole.”
The fourth found them twenty minutes later, propped against each other and still feebly shoving.
For Midna: Legend of Zelda; Midna and Navi
“Well, at least you didn’t have to stay in yours’s hat or end up stepped on. You got to ride around or do that twilight hide thing. And he gets some nasty dandruff when he doesn’t take baths.”
“Sparkles, I hung out in his shadow. What view did you think I had eighty percent of the time?”
“Okay, ew.”
“No kidding.”
“...We could trick them into a swim and swap out real pants when nobody’s looking?”
“Have to get their clothes off first.”
“Fire?”
“Chu Jelly.”
The echoing giggles sent all wildlife in the area running.
For Muse: Super Smash Brothers; Marth, Link, and Samus
Beneath their mittens and matching pastel parkas, Marth now knew the truth about Nana and Popo. Only creatures of utmost evil would put him in this situation. Across the room, Samus matched his glare.
The door to the kitchen swung open, and Link snorted over two steaming mugs. "Sorry to interrupt, but Pit wouldn't brave coming in here." He delivered one to each couch, smoothing the prince's blankets with a cheery smile on the way out. Finally, Samus coughed thickly.
"Next match, I am freezing your boyfriend to the damn ceiling."
Marth smirked darkly. "Not if I get there first."
And for funsies: Kingdom Hearts; Locke and Zidane
“Tell me again why we thought that was a good idea.”
Zidane spat out a leaf and began picking purple entrails from his shirt. “Seemed sensible at the time. Is my tail still attached?”
“Yes, although I could say less for your pants.” Locke sighed, grimaced, and pulled something green and sticky from his bandana. “All right, new rule.”
“Shoot.”
“Should something involve Stitch and Merlin in the same vicinity: run first, question later.”
Zidane shrugged, pouting at his formerly covered thigh. “Well, on the bright side you rocked the lacy chaps.”
He got five feet before Locke caught him.