100 Moods Self-Challenge: Set Two (Bouncy to Crazy)
Second half of the post...
Mood: Cold
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Very mild AcexSanji
Word Count: 487
He wasn’t quite sure what woke him up. Sounded like clicking, almost, but they were the only ones within miles (well, except for some freaky desert creatures), so what could possibly be making that noise? It wasn’t the fire, certainly.
Deciding to avoid any possible danger, he opened his eyes and glanced around. His brother was holed up for warmth in one of the tents with the swordsman, the sniper, and the reindeer, and the two girls had the other.
Meaning…he stood, shaking sand out of his robe and glancing at the fire, unsurprised to see the blonde cook sitting there, huddled in his robe and shaking like there was no tomorrow.
Ace sighed, exhaling a small puff of flame, before walking over, the crunch of his heavy boots on the sand alerting the other man of his arrival.
“H-h-hey, Ace,” Sanji muttered, teeth chattering (so that was the mystery noise…)
“Maa, Sanji-kun, it’s a night nice, isn’t it?” Ace grinned at the blonde as Sanji glanced at him in disbelief.
“I g-g-guess…”
“But then, temperature doesn’t really affect me, does it?” Ace pulled a small ball of flame into his palm and tossed it carelessly from hand to hand. Sanji was looking at it longingly, and Ace smirked. He would have been blind not to have noticed how attractive the cook was, and judging by Sanji’s reaction when he’d offered to ‘help’ him in the galley that day, the other man had been having similar thoughts.
“Lucky,” Sanji managed to mutter, withdrawing a cigarette that Ace promptly lit for him.
“Here, take that oversized bathrobe off,” Ace sat down as Sanji gave him a questioning glance before complying, revealing himself to be dressed in a smart blue dress shirt, black tie and black pants. Man, he was a skinny little kid, Ace thought with a grin. He could fight, though, that much was certain.
“Now what? Gonna let me freeze?”
“Maybe,” Ace snagged the light blue robe with a cocky grin.
“Never pegged you for a sadist,” Sanji was grinning now as well, and Ace shook his head and dropped down behind the other man, scooting forward so Sanji was leaning back against his chest as he wrapped his arms around the blonde’s lithe body. “Mmm, yeah, this could work.”
“Tell me if it gets too hot.”
“I work in a kitchen, Ace. I’m relatively used to the heat. Besides, when those other idiots run around half-naked I still prefer to wear a full suit,” Sanji replied.
“Am I included in ‘those other idiots,’ then?” Ace asked, sounding slightly offended.
“Nah, you’re hardly an idiot,” Sanji snuggled back closer. “I could sleep.”
“Go ahead. I’ll watch the fire.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah.”
“Thanks. Goodnight, then, Ace.”
“Sleep well, Sanji-kun,” Ace quipped, earning another quick smile as Sanji dropped off to sleep, content in the knowledge that as long as Ace was around he’d never be cold again.
Mood: Confused
Rating: PG
Pairing: Zoroxhis sense of direction…:P
Word Count: 468
“You’re sure you’re not screwing with me?” Zoro had his hand fisted in the pirate’s shirt as the poor man sputtered and babbled that he had, in fact, given out correct directions, and while Zoro wasn’t believing it for a minute, he supposed that there was (maybe) a chance he had misheard.
Because he wasn’t lost.
No way.
There was only so long you could believe that North was ‘up,’ after all (even if North was up on a map, and wasn’t a map a drawing of the earth? So technically shouldn’t North always be ‘up’?).
“Fine,” Zoro let the poor man go and he scrambled away. Just his luck he was stuck in the forest and had run into a scavenging party from another ship, but one look at him and they’d lost all of the fight left in them, so Zoro had asked directions back to the beach.
And he’d followed them. Unless of course the man had in fact said to turn ‘right’ at the third evergreen and not the second and…
Well. Third evergreen it was this time.
000
After his fourth return trip to the campsite clearing, he decided that if he saw that pirate again he was seriously going to injure him for leading him on a bogus chase. He’d tried the third evergreen. And the fourth. And the fifth. And he was still back at the…
He blinked as a hand popped out of the ground by his feet, slender fingers beckoning him on, and he decided that it wouldn’t hurt to follow Robin’s lead. At least she would lead him in the right direction.
Robin, in fact, did send him right at the third tree, but for whatever reason he didn’t end up back in the clearing, and instead, after a mere ten minutes (had it really taken him the better part of an hour to find the clearing the first time?) saw the beach and the Sunny anchored offshore.
He trudged toward the remains of their campfire, where Nami was issuing some kind of order. “And…Zoro! We just sent Robin out to look for you!”
Robin herself was emerging from the trees a few yards away, and she gave Zoro an unreadable glance before saying calmly, “It appears Zoro-san has found his own way back.”
“Well, well. Miracles do happen,” Sanji muttered around his cigarette.
“You want a fight, aho-cook?”
“Perhaps Zoro-san’s sense of direction is improving,” Robin said kindly, and Sanji began to simper over her intelligence and beauty. Zoro gave her a hurried nod of thanks and Robin returned the gesture with an enigmatic smile as she used a spare hand to fend off the cook.
And besides, it wasn’t as if Zoro had needed the help.
Stupid pirate had just given him faulty directions, that’s all.
Mood: Content
Rating: PG
Pairings: None, really. ZoSan if you want it.
Word Count: 500
It’s a nice night; a clear night. The stars are twinkling brightly in the dark sky, only shadowed once in a while by the smoke from the blazing bonfire on the shore.
He can’t remember spending this much time on land ever before (well, there was that one incident on the rock, but he tends to block that out of his calculations when he can) but since he’s joined up with Straw-Hat Luffy and his bunch, it seems every week they’re stopping somewhere to grab supplies. The stillness of land feels more alien to him than the rocking of the waves; he feels seasick on the shore, as strange as that sounds, and at times it feels like the ground is moving and the ship is still.
And the company…it’s alright, he supposes. Luffy and Usopp seem to have bonded, but of course they’re still just boys and the same age, and boys make friends oh-so-easily. Nami, too, since the incident at Cocoyashi, and she seems to have what he feels could easily develop into a crush on their captain. Currently the three of them are sprawled out by the campfire in a jumble, and while he knows Nami will screech about it tomorrow, right now she’s smiling.
He shakes his head and lights a cigarette, trying to frame the full moon in smoke rings when he hears the crunch of sand under heavy-soled boots and Zoro is beside him, offering the sake bottle.
Zoro is still an anomaly to him. He’s fiercely determined and fiercely loyal, sure, and when they were fighting those fishmen he’d proven himself to be a valuable team player…they seemed to think along the same wavelengths…at least within a battle.
Outside, it seemed all they could do was snipe at each other, and yet…
He was a reserved man when it came to dealing with crises, but when he’d seen that hawk-eyed swordsman slash Zoro’s chest open…it triggered something within him, some deep primal thing that had been hidden since the god-forsaken rock, and he’d acted on impulse just screamed at the swordsman.
He still didn’t know if he was right. Was life more important than realizing your dreams? If somebody told him to give up All Blue and live…
“You’re thinking too hard,” Zoro nudges his arm, strangely congenial in the darkness, and without really thinking about it he leans his head on the swordsman’s broad shoulder, sake sloshing inside the bottle in his hand. “It’s a rare night, you know: we’re not being chased by anybody and we’re not in a snowstorm.”
A smile touches his lips and he nods, yawning, before placing the bottle on the ground.
“Oi, Cook?”
“Hmm?”
“If your dream’s not worth dying for, then maybe it’s not worth living for either.”
And there’s that whole mind-reading thing once more. But he doesn’t mind. Zoro is comfortable, and he can think about life and dreams tomorrow.
And from the quiet snores beside him, he can tell that Zoro agrees.
Mood: Cranky
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: (I told you all this was letting me try new things, didn’t I?) LawxKidd
Word Count: 499
“He still out there?”
“What do you think?”
“I take it that’s a ‘yes,’ then.”
“Why don’t you use that little trick of yours and see if you can drag him over by his sword?” was the hissed reply.
“Well, somebody’s in a fine mood.”
“May I remind you, Mr. Kidd, that my crew was not the only one captured today,” Trafalgar Law peered out from behind the tree, swatting at stray bubbles as they drifted closer.
“Well, you’re not going to rescue them by just sitting there, are you?” Eustass Kidd rolled his eyes rather dramatically, wondering why he was stuck on this archipelago with perhaps the most annoying man sailing the seas. Sure, that Monkey D. Luffy was rather childish and naïve, but that was forgivable: he was young.
Law, however, did it merely to get a rise out of him, and while normally this would only have resulted in the other man’s death, that strange Paramecia power of his made him someone to be wary of…especially since Kidd didn’t know whether or not somebody’s body could be put back together once Law separated it.
“Maybe if we both run out there one of us can get away…”
“What are you prattling on about now?” Kidd poked the other man none-too-gently in the back.
“Do you mind? I’m trying to plan an escape route…”
“Why don’t we discuss it, then?” Honestly, it was like speaking to a child.
“In case you haven’t realized it, Mr. Kidd, I don’t really like you.”
“In case you haven’t realized it, Mr. Law, I don’t really like you,” Kidd replied flippantly, earning a growl from the shorter man. “But since we’re currently stuck in this predicament, maybe it would be best for us both to put aside our differences and work together.”
“You’d work with me?”
“If I must,” Kidd sounded resigned as he pursed his dark lips.
“Really, then?” Law had a strange gleam in his shadowed eyes as he pressed himself closer. “Alright. Let’s work together.”
“Your mood’s improved, hasn’t it?”
“And yours has soured, oh scourge of the seas,” Law chuckled.
“Yes, well, apparently being in close proximity with you does that to me.”
“You know,” Law scooted even closer, “We could minimize our chances of being captured if we were…occupied.”
Kidd didn’t miss the innuendo, and snorted. “What makes you think I…”
“Please, Mr. Kidd, you’d scare all women off. It doesn’t take a genius to figure our your…persuasions, as it were,” Law looked smug.
“And you?”
“I take what I can get,” Law shrugged. “So? How about it?”
“How about you shut up and stop being such a cocky little…”
Unfortunately, Law seemed to take ‘shutting up’ to mean shutting both of them up, and as Kidd ended up with a mass of limber, smoky-eyed pirate on his lap he began to wonder if maybe Law actually had a good idea.
For once.
But even if it was, he’d never admit it to the other captain.
Mood: Crazy
Rating: PG-15 (ish)
Pairing: ZoSan
Word Count: 482
He was going to chalk it up to temporary insanity.
He must have drank something funny at the last bar, in order to have come back to the ship and…and…
Zoro shook his head…or at least, as much as he could without giving himself a blinding headache (what did he drink last night? It usually took more than Nami would ever give him to get him drunk) and cast a careful eye on the sleeping man currently using his shoulder as a pillow.
And…wait, they weren’t on the ship at all. This was a hotel room! And…
Sanji sighed and nuzzled against Zoro’s neck. “Morning,” he slurred, mind obviously still sleep-fogged.
Zoro replied with a few choice phrases that lacked any real rancour, and Sanji glanced up at him, blue eyes bright in the rising sun. “You don’t remember.”
“I sure as heck don’t!”
“Pity,” Sanji sighed. “You’re a good lay.”
“Wait, we had sex?”
“No, that’s why I’m naked and you’re naked…”
“We’re naked?”
“Shh, calm down,” Sanji levered himself up, and all Zoro could see was blonde hair and pale skin and…oh, man, he really was naked. And a natural blonde, it seemed, and…no, he wasn’t looking there. And then Sanji was kissing him, and he should really have punched the other man across the room, but for some reason he was kissing back…
Flashes of the night before came to him in a jumbled heap, reminders of skin and sweat and whispered endearments that he knew hadn’t come from either the cook or himself. Those words weren’t in their vocabularies.
He was going crazy; that was the answer. He was…
“We still okay?”
And Sanji was looking at him with those darn blue eyes again, and Zoro found himself caressing the smooth skin along the other man’s back without even thinking about it. Sanji apparently took this as an affirmative and sighed, giving him another quick kiss before reaching over to the night-table and drawing out a cigarette. He lit it and smoked, arranging them so that Zoro was leaning back against the headboard and he was sprawled back against his chest, legs everywhere and Zoro’s arm somehow around his waist.
“I really don’t remember.”
“Well, if you hated it, you’d have tried to kill me by now,” Sanji chuckled. “You haven’t, so I can only assume that some part of you wanted this. Wanted us,” he clarified, as if it needed clarification.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
And Zoro really didn’t feel like arguing, because he was most assuredly going crazy, if the normally snarky cook was complacent and comfortable in his arms, smoking happily as he twined his fingers with Zoro’s.
“Oi, cook?”
“Yeah?”
“Next time we do this, I’m going to be sober. I want to remember it.”
“Hnn…fine by me, Marimo.”
And Zoro realized belatedly that he’d just instigated a ‘next time.’
But he’d worry about that later.
Notes on the drabbles:
Bouncy: Caramelldansen is by the group Caramell, and if you haven’t heard it (or seen the accompanying dance) I’ll link it HERE : (the vid is an OP one to keep with the theme, of course:)).
Cold: I totally just wrote AceSan without connotations of ZoSan anywhere. Go me ;P
Cranky: Okay, I never saw myself writing these two (never written them before and never really saw the fuss) but I watched the anime and now I get it, thanks to the wonder that is episode 394 and Law’s wonderful *come hither * look (this part starts about 5 minutes in). Because it’s such a flirty little head thing, and when you compare it to the fact that he should canonically be flipping Kidd off…my slash brain got working, I fear…
Comments are love!
Mood: Cold
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Very mild AcexSanji
Word Count: 487
He wasn’t quite sure what woke him up. Sounded like clicking, almost, but they were the only ones within miles (well, except for some freaky desert creatures), so what could possibly be making that noise? It wasn’t the fire, certainly.
Deciding to avoid any possible danger, he opened his eyes and glanced around. His brother was holed up for warmth in one of the tents with the swordsman, the sniper, and the reindeer, and the two girls had the other.
Meaning…he stood, shaking sand out of his robe and glancing at the fire, unsurprised to see the blonde cook sitting there, huddled in his robe and shaking like there was no tomorrow.
Ace sighed, exhaling a small puff of flame, before walking over, the crunch of his heavy boots on the sand alerting the other man of his arrival.
“H-h-hey, Ace,” Sanji muttered, teeth chattering (so that was the mystery noise…)
“Maa, Sanji-kun, it’s a night nice, isn’t it?” Ace grinned at the blonde as Sanji glanced at him in disbelief.
“I g-g-guess…”
“But then, temperature doesn’t really affect me, does it?” Ace pulled a small ball of flame into his palm and tossed it carelessly from hand to hand. Sanji was looking at it longingly, and Ace smirked. He would have been blind not to have noticed how attractive the cook was, and judging by Sanji’s reaction when he’d offered to ‘help’ him in the galley that day, the other man had been having similar thoughts.
“Lucky,” Sanji managed to mutter, withdrawing a cigarette that Ace promptly lit for him.
“Here, take that oversized bathrobe off,” Ace sat down as Sanji gave him a questioning glance before complying, revealing himself to be dressed in a smart blue dress shirt, black tie and black pants. Man, he was a skinny little kid, Ace thought with a grin. He could fight, though, that much was certain.
“Now what? Gonna let me freeze?”
“Maybe,” Ace snagged the light blue robe with a cocky grin.
“Never pegged you for a sadist,” Sanji was grinning now as well, and Ace shook his head and dropped down behind the other man, scooting forward so Sanji was leaning back against his chest as he wrapped his arms around the blonde’s lithe body. “Mmm, yeah, this could work.”
“Tell me if it gets too hot.”
“I work in a kitchen, Ace. I’m relatively used to the heat. Besides, when those other idiots run around half-naked I still prefer to wear a full suit,” Sanji replied.
“Am I included in ‘those other idiots,’ then?” Ace asked, sounding slightly offended.
“Nah, you’re hardly an idiot,” Sanji snuggled back closer. “I could sleep.”
“Go ahead. I’ll watch the fire.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah.”
“Thanks. Goodnight, then, Ace.”
“Sleep well, Sanji-kun,” Ace quipped, earning another quick smile as Sanji dropped off to sleep, content in the knowledge that as long as Ace was around he’d never be cold again.
Mood: Confused
Rating: PG
Pairing: Zoroxhis sense of direction…:P
Word Count: 468
“You’re sure you’re not screwing with me?” Zoro had his hand fisted in the pirate’s shirt as the poor man sputtered and babbled that he had, in fact, given out correct directions, and while Zoro wasn’t believing it for a minute, he supposed that there was (maybe) a chance he had misheard.
Because he wasn’t lost.
No way.
There was only so long you could believe that North was ‘up,’ after all (even if North was up on a map, and wasn’t a map a drawing of the earth? So technically shouldn’t North always be ‘up’?).
“Fine,” Zoro let the poor man go and he scrambled away. Just his luck he was stuck in the forest and had run into a scavenging party from another ship, but one look at him and they’d lost all of the fight left in them, so Zoro had asked directions back to the beach.
And he’d followed them. Unless of course the man had in fact said to turn ‘right’ at the third evergreen and not the second and…
Well. Third evergreen it was this time.
000
After his fourth return trip to the campsite clearing, he decided that if he saw that pirate again he was seriously going to injure him for leading him on a bogus chase. He’d tried the third evergreen. And the fourth. And the fifth. And he was still back at the…
He blinked as a hand popped out of the ground by his feet, slender fingers beckoning him on, and he decided that it wouldn’t hurt to follow Robin’s lead. At least she would lead him in the right direction.
Robin, in fact, did send him right at the third tree, but for whatever reason he didn’t end up back in the clearing, and instead, after a mere ten minutes (had it really taken him the better part of an hour to find the clearing the first time?) saw the beach and the Sunny anchored offshore.
He trudged toward the remains of their campfire, where Nami was issuing some kind of order. “And…Zoro! We just sent Robin out to look for you!”
Robin herself was emerging from the trees a few yards away, and she gave Zoro an unreadable glance before saying calmly, “It appears Zoro-san has found his own way back.”
“Well, well. Miracles do happen,” Sanji muttered around his cigarette.
“You want a fight, aho-cook?”
“Perhaps Zoro-san’s sense of direction is improving,” Robin said kindly, and Sanji began to simper over her intelligence and beauty. Zoro gave her a hurried nod of thanks and Robin returned the gesture with an enigmatic smile as she used a spare hand to fend off the cook.
And besides, it wasn’t as if Zoro had needed the help.
Stupid pirate had just given him faulty directions, that’s all.
Mood: Content
Rating: PG
Pairings: None, really. ZoSan if you want it.
Word Count: 500
It’s a nice night; a clear night. The stars are twinkling brightly in the dark sky, only shadowed once in a while by the smoke from the blazing bonfire on the shore.
He can’t remember spending this much time on land ever before (well, there was that one incident on the rock, but he tends to block that out of his calculations when he can) but since he’s joined up with Straw-Hat Luffy and his bunch, it seems every week they’re stopping somewhere to grab supplies. The stillness of land feels more alien to him than the rocking of the waves; he feels seasick on the shore, as strange as that sounds, and at times it feels like the ground is moving and the ship is still.
And the company…it’s alright, he supposes. Luffy and Usopp seem to have bonded, but of course they’re still just boys and the same age, and boys make friends oh-so-easily. Nami, too, since the incident at Cocoyashi, and she seems to have what he feels could easily develop into a crush on their captain. Currently the three of them are sprawled out by the campfire in a jumble, and while he knows Nami will screech about it tomorrow, right now she’s smiling.
He shakes his head and lights a cigarette, trying to frame the full moon in smoke rings when he hears the crunch of sand under heavy-soled boots and Zoro is beside him, offering the sake bottle.
Zoro is still an anomaly to him. He’s fiercely determined and fiercely loyal, sure, and when they were fighting those fishmen he’d proven himself to be a valuable team player…they seemed to think along the same wavelengths…at least within a battle.
Outside, it seemed all they could do was snipe at each other, and yet…
He was a reserved man when it came to dealing with crises, but when he’d seen that hawk-eyed swordsman slash Zoro’s chest open…it triggered something within him, some deep primal thing that had been hidden since the god-forsaken rock, and he’d acted on impulse just screamed at the swordsman.
He still didn’t know if he was right. Was life more important than realizing your dreams? If somebody told him to give up All Blue and live…
“You’re thinking too hard,” Zoro nudges his arm, strangely congenial in the darkness, and without really thinking about it he leans his head on the swordsman’s broad shoulder, sake sloshing inside the bottle in his hand. “It’s a rare night, you know: we’re not being chased by anybody and we’re not in a snowstorm.”
A smile touches his lips and he nods, yawning, before placing the bottle on the ground.
“Oi, Cook?”
“Hmm?”
“If your dream’s not worth dying for, then maybe it’s not worth living for either.”
And there’s that whole mind-reading thing once more. But he doesn’t mind. Zoro is comfortable, and he can think about life and dreams tomorrow.
And from the quiet snores beside him, he can tell that Zoro agrees.
Mood: Cranky
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: (I told you all this was letting me try new things, didn’t I?) LawxKidd
Word Count: 499
“He still out there?”
“What do you think?”
“I take it that’s a ‘yes,’ then.”
“Why don’t you use that little trick of yours and see if you can drag him over by his sword?” was the hissed reply.
“Well, somebody’s in a fine mood.”
“May I remind you, Mr. Kidd, that my crew was not the only one captured today,” Trafalgar Law peered out from behind the tree, swatting at stray bubbles as they drifted closer.
“Well, you’re not going to rescue them by just sitting there, are you?” Eustass Kidd rolled his eyes rather dramatically, wondering why he was stuck on this archipelago with perhaps the most annoying man sailing the seas. Sure, that Monkey D. Luffy was rather childish and naïve, but that was forgivable: he was young.
Law, however, did it merely to get a rise out of him, and while normally this would only have resulted in the other man’s death, that strange Paramecia power of his made him someone to be wary of…especially since Kidd didn’t know whether or not somebody’s body could be put back together once Law separated it.
“Maybe if we both run out there one of us can get away…”
“What are you prattling on about now?” Kidd poked the other man none-too-gently in the back.
“Do you mind? I’m trying to plan an escape route…”
“Why don’t we discuss it, then?” Honestly, it was like speaking to a child.
“In case you haven’t realized it, Mr. Kidd, I don’t really like you.”
“In case you haven’t realized it, Mr. Law, I don’t really like you,” Kidd replied flippantly, earning a growl from the shorter man. “But since we’re currently stuck in this predicament, maybe it would be best for us both to put aside our differences and work together.”
“You’d work with me?”
“If I must,” Kidd sounded resigned as he pursed his dark lips.
“Really, then?” Law had a strange gleam in his shadowed eyes as he pressed himself closer. “Alright. Let’s work together.”
“Your mood’s improved, hasn’t it?”
“And yours has soured, oh scourge of the seas,” Law chuckled.
“Yes, well, apparently being in close proximity with you does that to me.”
“You know,” Law scooted even closer, “We could minimize our chances of being captured if we were…occupied.”
Kidd didn’t miss the innuendo, and snorted. “What makes you think I…”
“Please, Mr. Kidd, you’d scare all women off. It doesn’t take a genius to figure our your…persuasions, as it were,” Law looked smug.
“And you?”
“I take what I can get,” Law shrugged. “So? How about it?”
“How about you shut up and stop being such a cocky little…”
Unfortunately, Law seemed to take ‘shutting up’ to mean shutting both of them up, and as Kidd ended up with a mass of limber, smoky-eyed pirate on his lap he began to wonder if maybe Law actually had a good idea.
For once.
But even if it was, he’d never admit it to the other captain.
Mood: Crazy
Rating: PG-15 (ish)
Pairing: ZoSan
Word Count: 482
He was going to chalk it up to temporary insanity.
He must have drank something funny at the last bar, in order to have come back to the ship and…and…
Zoro shook his head…or at least, as much as he could without giving himself a blinding headache (what did he drink last night? It usually took more than Nami would ever give him to get him drunk) and cast a careful eye on the sleeping man currently using his shoulder as a pillow.
And…wait, they weren’t on the ship at all. This was a hotel room! And…
Sanji sighed and nuzzled against Zoro’s neck. “Morning,” he slurred, mind obviously still sleep-fogged.
Zoro replied with a few choice phrases that lacked any real rancour, and Sanji glanced up at him, blue eyes bright in the rising sun. “You don’t remember.”
“I sure as heck don’t!”
“Pity,” Sanji sighed. “You’re a good lay.”
“Wait, we had sex?”
“No, that’s why I’m naked and you’re naked…”
“We’re naked?”
“Shh, calm down,” Sanji levered himself up, and all Zoro could see was blonde hair and pale skin and…oh, man, he really was naked. And a natural blonde, it seemed, and…no, he wasn’t looking there. And then Sanji was kissing him, and he should really have punched the other man across the room, but for some reason he was kissing back…
Flashes of the night before came to him in a jumbled heap, reminders of skin and sweat and whispered endearments that he knew hadn’t come from either the cook or himself. Those words weren’t in their vocabularies.
He was going crazy; that was the answer. He was…
“We still okay?”
And Sanji was looking at him with those darn blue eyes again, and Zoro found himself caressing the smooth skin along the other man’s back without even thinking about it. Sanji apparently took this as an affirmative and sighed, giving him another quick kiss before reaching over to the night-table and drawing out a cigarette. He lit it and smoked, arranging them so that Zoro was leaning back against the headboard and he was sprawled back against his chest, legs everywhere and Zoro’s arm somehow around his waist.
“I really don’t remember.”
“Well, if you hated it, you’d have tried to kill me by now,” Sanji chuckled. “You haven’t, so I can only assume that some part of you wanted this. Wanted us,” he clarified, as if it needed clarification.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
And Zoro really didn’t feel like arguing, because he was most assuredly going crazy, if the normally snarky cook was complacent and comfortable in his arms, smoking happily as he twined his fingers with Zoro’s.
“Oi, cook?”
“Yeah?”
“Next time we do this, I’m going to be sober. I want to remember it.”
“Hnn…fine by me, Marimo.”
And Zoro realized belatedly that he’d just instigated a ‘next time.’
But he’d worry about that later.
Notes on the drabbles:
Bouncy: Caramelldansen is by the group Caramell, and if you haven’t heard it (or seen the accompanying dance) I’ll link it HERE : (the vid is an OP one to keep with the theme, of course:)).
Cold: I totally just wrote AceSan without connotations of ZoSan anywhere. Go me ;P
Cranky: Okay, I never saw myself writing these two (never written them before and never really saw the fuss) but I watched the anime and now I get it, thanks to the wonder that is episode 394 and Law’s wonderful *come hither * look (this part starts about 5 minutes in). Because it’s such a flirty little head thing, and when you compare it to the fact that he should canonically be flipping Kidd off…my slash brain got working, I fear…
Comments are love!