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CHAOS THREAD. DRABBLE TIME!!!

Here's how it works:

I give a prompt, people reply with drabbles filling the prompt and then prompt someone new at the end.

I'll probably write One Piece, but you can ask for other fandoms/things just realize they might be harder to fill. If you ask for RP-centric ones that I know I'll try to fill those easier than fandom ;) THIS CAN BE SHOWN TO ANYONE AND LINKED ALL OVER AND HAVE OTHERS JOIN IN.

SO. Keep that in mind and if you're gonna write anything over PG-13, mark it up top \o/ ~~That way I know what to read j/k or am I~~

First Prompt:
Cold rain

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Smoker was on a steamboat headed inland. It was an annoying mode of transportation, but they didn't have much choice without the ocean wind and the shallow river bottom. More annoying to him was that there was a casino on board for entertainment and his ears constantly flicked at the sounds, his fingers nearly twitching in an urge to join in the gambling just to show them all how it was done. And then he'd risk losing all his money and not being able to pay for drinks the rest of this voyage. That would be bad. At least they didn't complain too much about the cigar smoke, but he took it outside nonetheless, to get away from all the sounds.

It was only quiet outside for a few seconds though before he caught the sound of singing. At first he was about to give up and go back inside, but it wasn't actually half bad. So he listened to the song, watching as the water slowly passed them by, with the moon reflecting off the top of it. Okay, maybe this wasn't so grating after all.

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Closing Time

Goodness, what a day. Makino wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. The muggy summer air was getting to her. She set the last chair up on the table and dusted her hands. Well then, it was done. Time to go home and take a nice bath.

She took off her apron and went to the door, and paused, the sight of the sea catching her eye as it always did, glimmering with moonlight. It was so wide and Luffy was out there, with nakama now, thank goodness, but what a rough man he'd seemed to have fallen in with. Not that she was worried per se. That boy could smooth out anyone's rough edges. Even one who had seemed to be all rough edges and flinty points.

An arm slipped around her waist. Only one. And somehow between then and now she'd gotten used to it. There was the smell of whiskey that went with it and the smell of the sea, always that, briny and intoxicating but frightening too, in a way.

"You're leaving tonight," she said. He smelled too much of whiskey to stay around until the morning.

"I have things to do."

"Liar." But she spoke affectionately. "What happened to all your pirate's freedom?"

"Everything comes with a price," he said, pressing a rough whiskey kiss to her cheek. "Even freedom."

She turned her head to capture his mouth and it turned gentle because he was a gentleman after all. Calm on the surface but wild as sea waves. His hand brushed over her stomach absently like feeling the tune of a guitar and she took it and moved her mouth from his to kiss the backs of his fingers.

"We're closed, sir. Get out," she said, swatting her apron at him. He grinned and moved around her.

"As you wish," he said with a little bow and then turned away, just like that, to start back toward ship and sea, lamp light on his red hair, black coat swirling around him.

"And come back," she murmured, though if he heard, he gave no acknowledgement. He would come back, in some form or another. And when he did... She smiled and put a hand low on her belly. They would be waiting.

prompt
naked

Marco arched an eyebrow up at the tall woman. He wasn't sure how he stopped paying attention long enough for him to to get pinned, but then she had a way about her. He made a feeble attempt to get free, (too much of him was perfectly content to stay trapped there under where she'd decided to straddle his waist and use her multiple hands to pin him to the bed) and wiggled slightly, testing just how firm her grip(s) on him were. It turned out? Very firm.

"Ah? I surrender, eh," he kept his tone deadpan, but couldn't help the leer the crept over his face. "You win. Though now that you've caught me, what are you going to do with me?"

And that was when she started to get naked.

Marco really wished later that wasn't also the exact moment that they got interrupted. He still doubted that Shanks would keep his mouth shut and he was fairly certain Ace was going to kill him if Luffy ever asked about "naked wrestling." Yeah, Ace would definitely kill him.

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And that is why they can't have nice things.
Prompt: Fly!

SMACK!

"Luffy, the hell?"

"Oh, sorry Zoro!"

...

SMACK!

"Oi, oi! What was that for?"

"Whoops, sorry Usopp. I'll get it this time for sure!"

...

"Luffy, so help me, if you lay a finger on Nami-chan I will fillet you myself and serve you to the rest of the crew!"

"But Sanji-"

"I said NO!"

"Perhaps this is what you were looking for?"

"Yeah! How did you catch it?"

"I have my ways. Let's have you chase it out on the deck, hm?"

"Okay!"

...

"Robin."

"Hm?"

"You knew it would get away."

"Well, Luffy, it is a housefly."

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Backwards

"Yadot si sdrawkcab yad." Marco wrote into the journal.

"WHAT?" everyone replied in confusion.

"Woh si eht rehtaew ereht tuo? Toh hguone rof uoy lla?" He continued merrily onward, much to even more confused responses. This did nothing to deter him, however. "Tahw?" He scoffed. "Reven draeh fo siht yadiloh? Woh das."

Robin wrote back, "siht ekil secnetnes eritne eb dluohs tI. emit a ta drow eno gnisrever ylno er'uoY. gnorw lla ti gniod er'ouy, nahc-driB tub, tuo toh etiuq s'ti, seY."

Dan taht saw yhw eh devol reh os hcum.

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Backwards cheat sheet translation for all that:
"Today is backwards day" Marco wrote into the journal.

"WHAT?" everyone replied in confusion.

"How is the weather out there? How enough for you all?" He continued merrily onward, much to even more confused responses. This did nothing to deter him, however. "What?" He scoffed. "Never head of this holiday? How sad."

Robin wrote back, "Yes, it's quite hot out, but Bird-chan, you're doing it all wrong. You're only reversing one word at a time. It should be entire sentences like this."

And that was why he loved her so much.

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Prompt: Red Rose

The first time Ace meets Vista and sees him let out with Rose Rondo, he's more than a little bewildered. He knew the guy's epithet, of course, but seeing actual rose petals come out of pretty much nowhere wasn't anything he expected. Not... that he expected much. Outside of the guy maybe being a bit of a pansy. Which he now realizes in retrospect was completely stupid since he's a commander and all.

The bewilderment just grows as he's introduced to the man. ("This is Ace, the brat who wants to kill Pops that I told you about, yoi. Brat, this is Vista.") His mustache alone is a hell of a thing. Couple that with his interesting fashion sense and Ace is quickly rethinking everything he ever heard about him. When he finds out that not only does Vista tango with a rose in his mouth, he sings opera in the shower too, he starts to think that maybe, mmmmaybe, he's got a hold on what kind of guy this top hat wearing, Flower Sword wielding person is.

Then one night, mostly smashed and leaning heavily against Thatch's shoulder, he hears Vista tell the raunchiest shaggy dog story, and the pun at the end is the worst one he's ever heard in his life. And his view of Vista shifts just a little more. Months and months later, when he's chained to an execution platform and can't do anything but watch as one of his worst nightmares plays out in front of him, he sees his brother fighting against the World's Greatest Swordsman. For him, a brother he was never as close to as he was others. And he wonders if his view of Vista has been too shallow all this time.

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prompt: cold compresses

Smoker has never had a migraine this bad in his whole life. Not the first time he got black-out drunk as a cadet and the resounding hangover the next morning, not even when Garp punched him in the head and yelled at him at the top of his lungs, nor when Straw Hat plummeted him through sixteen walls with just a Whitebeard Commander to break his fall. Bar none, this is the worst headache he's ever had.

"How are the stitches, sir?" Tashigi asks worriedly from the door. He can hear it in her voice, the shaking that never seems to fully cease, just get buried under more and more steel like her sword collection seems to cover it up. Still, she's trying to be as business-like as ever, which is just as well because he doesn't have the patience to do anything except throw up.

"Fine," he scowls.... and instantly regrets the action. Oh god his face should not be allowed to hurt from that expression. He needs that expression, it's the face he makes with it fifty times a day! He tries to ignore the pain and the way it tugs at the stitches and makes his vision throb even worse.

Tashigi quickly steps over and refreshes his cold compress. "Stop that or you'll pop them," she orders.

He glares at her with one half of his face instead, about to yell at her not to give him orders, but really the cold compress feels nice enough that he'll let it slide. Just this once.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQ4ZcA29xAE -- that song

Rouge wandered down the lane toward the harbor slowly, since she couldn't use her hands to support the weight of her belly, lest her secret be discovered. She turned away from the boardwalks and bustle, left her footprints in the sand of the beach beyond, until she came to that deserted cove that held so many memories.

The Embrace, it was called in the town, since low, steep rock walls spread out to the sea like arms reaching out for affection, and it was most often frequented by lovers seeking privacy. That had certainly held true for her and Roger. It was here he'd first admitted the depth of his feelings for her, here where she'd first accepted them, here they were married, and here their child was conceived. Roger told her of his illness while they sat on that pile of rocks across the way, and he'd said his final goodbye to her here in the Embrace as well- pirates being the only sailors lacking enough sense to keep from sailing in to the rock-strewn shallows.

Rouge breathed deeply, enjoying the crisp breeze, but also calming herself and her oh-so-ready to be born child. Each day it was a little harder to hold on. Each day she felt her power ebb, and in the morning it returned, but not quite as much as she'd lost. When she was certain she was alone in the cove, she began to sing:

Too ra loo ra loo ra loo ra le
Hush now, don't you cry
Too ra loo ra loo ra loo ra li
That's an Irish lullaby

Oh I can hear that music
I can hear that song
Filling me with memories
Of a mother's love so strong

Its melody still haunts me
These many years gone bye
Too ra loo ra loo ra le
Until the day I die

"Until the day I die," Rouge repeated in a whisper. She risked a soft caress for her pregnant belly, loving as deeply the child within as she'd loved the man who sailed away. She didn't remember when she started singing a lullaby instead of a song of the sea, but it didn't matter. Roger had asked for a song to help him sail, he hadn't specified any one in particular. It was the act that counted, these few minutes each day- which now took hours from her day- spent in remembrance of what had been.

A young man's head peeked over the ridge, and Rouge heard girlish laughter behind. She smiled, met the youth's gaze and nodded, beginning to make her way over the crushed boulders. It was going to be a laborious walk home, after all. She'd just as well get started.

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Top Hat Luffy XP

"I'm pretty sure this won't work," Chopper insisted skeptically as he crept through the halls with Usopp.

His partner in crime shhhed him, "It will, you'll see."

Chopper made sure to whisper though he didn't stop talking completely. "He's not a cyborg, and his hat isn't like Franky's cola, it doesn't supply his energy."

"You don't know that," Usopp insisted back in a whisper. "He always looks for it as much as Franky looks for cola. It could be the source of his unlimited energy and we just never knew. Remember when he wore the afro?"

Chopper nodded eagerly, but what kind of person would Luffy be with a top hat instead? The operation had to be maneuvered very carefully so as not to wake Luffy or freak him out with moving the straw hat to his back via the string on his neck, and the top hat went on top. "This reminds me of a time I had to switch a golden statue for a bag of sand," Usopp whispered.

"What happened?" Chopper whispered back.

"Oh it wasn't the right weight so the whole building collapsed after all and I only just barely made it out alive, but I, the Great Amazing Usopp made it out with the treasure in tact," and with that, the hat-switch was successful. "Now we just have to wait for him to wake up," Usopp nodded, half sure of his success, half curious if it really would do anything.

Luffy woke up, unconsciously recognized that the hat was on his neck and on his head, yet thought nothing of it. Like a zombie he got out of bed, went out of the room and perked up with Usopp and Chopper following and watching from the shadows. Luffy yelled, "SANJI!!!"

Usopp and Chopper shared a look, had it worked? Was the straw hat impeding their success?

"What the hell do you want?" Sanji growled from the doorway to the kitchen, only looking out to see if the girls were with them.

"Be a spiffing good chap and prepare some tea and crumpets for morning breakfast, won't you?" Luffy said and somehow found a monocle to place over an eye.

Sanji stared.

Sanji stared a long time.

And had absolutely nothing to say to that. It was too weird.

"I wish to read the morning paper, do any of you good fellows know if our navigator has finished with it?" Luffy asked cheerfully enough.

Usopp and Chopper had a brief moment of being freaked out that they broke their captain, remembered it was just the added hat, high-fived and fell into giggles all over the deck.

Sanji shot them a dirty look, "I don't know what you did, but leave him like this for a little while." And with that he went to make tea and crumpets, shaking his head at the absurdity of it.

Robin passed Luffy the newspaper, "I think you'll want to start with the leisure section, captain."

"Ah splendid! Thank you Robin!" Luffy sipped at the tea Sanji brought him.

"Next time we have to try a beret," Robin told her cohorts, quite pleased that she'd suggested such a strange thing in the first place.

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Beret / Any Other Hat Luffy
or
Darjeeling Tea Franky because he is seriously my favorite XD And I can't RP him just because I would CONSTANTLY make him drink things other than cola. /horrible

Robin huddled in the corner, her body shaking. Her stomach growled hungrily, though really what she needed was water. She didn't sniffle, and her tears had dried up years before. She hoped to stay unnoticed now. She'd done all they demanded.

And she waited.

Soon the convulsions stopped. And after that, the deep snoring began. Robin stood up slowly, and made her way to the kitchen for water. She drank, then cleaned up, then walked to the prow. She was sure the lookout in the crow's nest could see her, but she didn't care. They'd all seen her, frail and half-starved.

She was done with them. The next time they made landfall...

That could be days. It was too much already.

Robin closed her eyes against the spray as they sailed over a large wave, but she didn't stop seeing. She never stopped seeing, except when the world was too terrible to look at.

They had a dinghy for shore excursions. And a lot of gunpowder in barrels. The men slept in the same room, sprawled out among the provisions. It worried her only a little that she no longer cared. If only she could find a flame.

One of the men smoked, she knew. She'd find his lighter later, after bundling up her clothes and some food and a log pose. If he woke up while she was looking- well. Perhaps it was better, sometimes, to remain unclothed than to have your true intent laid bare for others to see.

Years later, a prisoner in a gilded tower, Robin decided the opposite was true. Her tears restored, she let her wish fly naked across the bottomless gulf and into the arms of her waiting nakama.

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something silly

Smoker stomped about the hotel corridor rather noisily. It was a little unusual for him, Robin noted. He was usually the one complaining about all the kids and everyone else being loud. She could tell it was him though, the smoke smell was so strong it was a wonder he didn't set off fire alarms. Then again, knowing him, he probably discreetly dismantled them whenever he could. That would be like him. She tried to ignore him, but she couldn't sleep with the man being so loud. What the heck was he even up to at such an hour?

She opened her door to berate him and tell him to knock it off, but just wound up staring in shock instead.

"What are you wearing?" she asked quietly, eyes starting to sparkle in amusement.

Smoker froze dead in his tracks as he glanced at the pirate. Busted. "Nothing," he scowled, despite turning as bright red as the scarlet Santa costume he was sporting. "Go back to sleep, you're dreaming."

"Your reindeer is too loud Santa-san," oh yes, she was amused. This would provide blackmail for years to come.

"I know," Smoker folded his arms. "That's why I'm trying to train it to be lighter in time for Christmas. And it's a stantler. Now shut up and let me work."

"Did you get me any presents?" she laughed lightly.

"Have you been naughty or nice?" he grumped in return, still blushing fairly red at having been caught.

Robin just smiled secretly, "Aren't you supposed to be the one with the list?"

"Yeah, and you're on it. Get back to bed, woman."

Robin just laughed again, but finally pretended to shut her door. She kept it open just a crack to watch a little longer.

Such a silly man.

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Prompt: Something Beautiful (both words are the prompt, I don't mean the drabble has to be beautiful though that's your call, I'm sure I'll love them all XD)

Edited 2012-08-28 05:02 (UTC)

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CHAOS THREAD. DRABBLE TIME!!!

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Not Mags-Safe Sorry Mags XD ((Marco/Robin PG-15 warning for others))

I skipped to the prompt! Like a boss~

Good job ^_^

this is all your fault cc for encouraging the vista fascination

:D :D :D awwww BUT I LOVE IT SO IT'S A GOOD THING :P >> And sorry for this fic getting dark :|

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So this is pretty dark. I'd definitely call it PG-13, though it isn't explicit.

awwww Robin ;;