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onepiece_300Title: Memoir
Rating: K
Media: Fanfiction
Pairing/Characters: Mihawk/Vista
Word Count: 300
Prompt: Pajamas
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ukiiukii & catiprojectc, who're the only ones who might possibly understand this. To crack-ships! ♥ (Am I lateee? -rubbernecks-)
Summary: The battlefield is Not A Place For Contemplation. Generally because it is unsafe and a decidedly bad idea unless you don't mind holes or gigantic papercuts on your person. But when you're the World's Greatest Swordsman, you're an exception.
Memoir
The metallic ringing of swords was both familiar and oddly soothing; as was the feel of tearing flesh, bleeding a wine only his sword drank. He belonged here, where chaos needed the governing of an eager sword reined by a steady mind and firm hand.
A true swordsman carries the heart of his sword, the will of a gentleman and the strength and grace of a monster.
An echo from his past. Memories. Something which only surfaced on the loneliest of nights.
I, um, I’m Juracule, nice to mee—
Hello, he remembered (it had sounded warm), I’m V—
He had been a boy once.
“A pleasure, Hawkeye Mihawk.”
The voice was different, a low, smooth tenor. So was his name.
He had a different name back then, when they had both been boys wielding big dreams and bigger blades, on a small island tucked away in one of the blues. Known for their women, romance and sensuous music.
The voice was as he remembered it. Warm. (Fond.)
It reminded him of innocent company, laughing at pajama choices and familiar embraces. It reminded him of youthful blunders, secrets and, dangerously, of urgent kisses, hot bodies and a sense of belonging.
“So you’ve heard of me?”
It reminded him that the man before him was no longer the boy he had grown up with.
But the passion, the warmth, was a familiarity he could not resist.
So he pushed against his blade more forcefully, letting it translate into something they had shared that one warm night on the beach with awkward limbs, strewn pajamas, stifled moans and heated lips.
A reminder. A tug on the leash he knew they both still wore.
“I’d be a fool had I not.”
The returning smile, deeper than that brainless perpetual grin, was an answering tug.
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A/N: I detest the word count limitation for making me cut out passionato spanishy lovey bits )< But it did help in creating all that unsaid, unspoken UST that this fandom seems so full of. Well. Happy new year, everyone! May 2010 be a good one for all of you! And have a (still) Merry Christmas~! Because there are still four more days of it, damnit. >D
Rating: K
Media: Fanfiction
Pairing/Characters: Mihawk/Vista
Word Count: 300
Prompt: Pajamas
Comments: For
ukiiukii & catiprojectc, who're the only ones who might possibly understand this. To crack-ships! ♥ (Am I lateee? -rubbernecks-)Summary: The battlefield is Not A Place For Contemplation. Generally because it is unsafe and a decidedly bad idea unless you don't mind holes or gigantic papercuts on your person. But when you're the World's Greatest Swordsman, you're an exception.
Memoir
The metallic ringing of swords was both familiar and oddly soothing; as was the feel of tearing flesh, bleeding a wine only his sword drank. He belonged here, where chaos needed the governing of an eager sword reined by a steady mind and firm hand.
A true swordsman carries the heart of his sword, the will of a gentleman and the strength and grace of a monster.
An echo from his past. Memories. Something which only surfaced on the loneliest of nights.
I, um, I’m Juracule, nice to mee—
Hello, he remembered (it had sounded warm), I’m V—
He had been a boy once.
“A pleasure, Hawkeye Mihawk.”
The voice was different, a low, smooth tenor. So was his name.
He had a different name back then, when they had both been boys wielding big dreams and bigger blades, on a small island tucked away in one of the blues. Known for their women, romance and sensuous music.
The voice was as he remembered it. Warm. (Fond.)
It reminded him of innocent company, laughing at pajama choices and familiar embraces. It reminded him of youthful blunders, secrets and, dangerously, of urgent kisses, hot bodies and a sense of belonging.
“So you’ve heard of me?”
It reminded him that the man before him was no longer the boy he had grown up with.
But the passion, the warmth, was a familiarity he could not resist.
So he pushed against his blade more forcefully, letting it translate into something they had shared that one warm night on the beach with awkward limbs, strewn pajamas, stifled moans and heated lips.
A reminder. A tug on the leash he knew they both still wore.
“I’d be a fool had I not.”
The returning smile, deeper than that brainless perpetual grin, was an answering tug.
---
A/N: I detest the word count limitation for making me cut out passionato spanishy lovey bits )< But it did help in creating all that unsaid, unspoken UST that this fandom seems so full of. Well. Happy new year, everyone! May 2010 be a good one for all of you! And have a (still) Merry Christmas~! Because there are still four more days of it, damnit. >D
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Date: 2010-01-01 08:32 pm (UTC)Ah, yes. Exactly. That is exactly the aspect I really, Really Do Not Like about ZoSan. I've read some pretty nice ones, yes, but the majority of the fandom appears to like Sanji as a weepy uke full of insecurities or Zoro as the bumbling-idiot-suddenly-romantic type. O_o That makes me cringe, it does. LAKJDSLAKS And YES. I always figured that their relationship would be a rivalry of sorts. Kinda of a LOOKITWHO'SBETTERINBEDAHAHAHA! sorta thing. :/ Maybe it's just me. D:
YES. EXACTLY D< NO TO WARPING THE AWESOME PERSONALITIES ODA CREATED JUST TO FUEL OTPS! \O/ Not even for crack pairings, because that just hurts. )<
Oh OH. I USED to have a complete WAARGH-HISS-CLAW reaction to ZoSan because of my OTP-exclusiveness illness, but now that I'm more fixated on Marco/Ace, I've, erm, moved past that. >D :D XD (Now it's a hiss-claw reaction to anything other than Marco/Ace, though I make it a point to Shut Up About My Preferences beyond the usual *D: flails* bit.) I can't be blamed for the shift in loyalty. D: IT'S THE CURRENT ARC. IT JUST FUELS IT.
You. I need to ask now. BECAUSE YOU ARE MADE OF AWESOME SHITE: Would you like to be my pal-pal-thing and tolerate my fandom/pairing switchiness and have the liberty to type-kick me for the nonsense in my journal from time to time as I would have the same liberty to do in yours? ♥
tl;dr: BE MAI FREN? XD
ZoLu fans need to band together! \O/ So do Frobin fans!no subject
Date: 2010-01-01 08:53 pm (UTC)And hahaha, I...think I'm probably the one of the only people who are sick of the current arc. D: Idk, but to me it's pretty much a rehash of the Enies Lobby arc except with a lot more sudden "what-a-tweest"s and lots of Boa acting like a lovestruck schoolgirl (urgh). =P But then again, I'm probably just bitter because damn it, it's not OP unless all the strawhats are together. ;_; Although, a few things about this arc that I DO enjoy are Iva, Moria, and Crocodile. (Moria and Croc are my favourite OP characters next to Franky oh god <3 And...well, Iva is just wonderful.) Eeee.
And haha, sure thing! :) Will add you back in a bit. Also, if you want, you could just contact me on AIM as AngusExpired. :P