CHAOS THREAD. DRABBLE TIME!!!

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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

Comments

: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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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

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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

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"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