disjointed ramblings, repost
Jan. 20th, 2009 05:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rainsometimesWell, it's been a while since I've posted. Lately I've been angsting myself out with a very angsty deathfic I've tricked myself into doing, without even knowing how it ends. As a result I have a huge craving for Strawhat fluff, especially with Usopp involved some way. (Anime ep 384 was a bit helpful wrt this.) Would be happy for recommendations!
Crossposting slightly longer version of ficlet that was been posted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
onepiece_300 earlier today. Concrit is very welcome!
Title: Appreciation
Rating: G
Word count: 325
Pairing/Characters: a touch of Usopp/Robin; mostly gen
Prompt: Skills
When Usopp had started moaning in despair from his workbench up on deck, wailing about missing his favourite wrench - the extra-flexible one he’d fought the evil, fire-breathing, two-headed Carpenter Monster of East Blue for (or swapped from Tyleston of the Galley-La for a smell dial, depending on what version you preferred) - how it wasn’t to be found anywhere and could he actually have been stupid enough to leave it outside when the last storm hit, Robin had looked up from her flowerbed and closed her eyes.
She opened sixty other eyes, all over the ship, and after one minute she spotted a small instrument looking forlorn in a corner of the engine room, told Usopp he could go look there, then went back to watering the flowers.
When she heard running feet in heavy shoes tumble back up the steps, she wasn’t surprised to hear his shout of joy and relief, nor the ecstatic cry “Robin! You make the best spy ever!”, though it still made her chuckle. She wouldn’t have been too surprised over a hug, either, though Usopp, unlike Nami and Chopper, was rarely that free with her.
What she didn’t expect was him leaning up on tiptoes and kissing her on the cheek.
She blinked, nonplussed for once, and he quickly broke off and jumped back. “Ah, s-sorry about that! It was just –“ he waved his hands, blushing, “I was just so happy and you looked so pretty – I dunno what came over me, maybe I’ve got Sanji germs today or something - don’t hit me!”
Then, after seeing she wasn't angry, he scooted back to his work, back to taking scraps and make something new and unique, with clever hands and busy brain; knowing he was good at it but not, Robin suspected, believing it amounted to much. And quite unaware of how unusual and precious his talents were. Including the talent to reach out and surprise her.
I'm not quite happy with this - it's one of the instances where I can picture a moment happening but I'm mainly guessing as to what led up to it, and may not be guessing very well, thus perhaps not making it seem convincing at all. Ah, well. Maybe I'll write those two better some other time.
I hear today there's going to be some kind of swearing-in out (south-)west, but it's not like Toby Ziegler has written the speech, soo../West Wing-nut ^_^
Crossposting slightly longer version of ficlet that was been posted to
onepiece_300 earlier today. Concrit is very welcome!Title: Appreciation
Rating: G
Word count: 325
Pairing/Characters: a touch of Usopp/Robin; mostly gen
Prompt: Skills
When Usopp had started moaning in despair from his workbench up on deck, wailing about missing his favourite wrench - the extra-flexible one he’d fought the evil, fire-breathing, two-headed Carpenter Monster of East Blue for (or swapped from Tyleston of the Galley-La for a smell dial, depending on what version you preferred) - how it wasn’t to be found anywhere and could he actually have been stupid enough to leave it outside when the last storm hit, Robin had looked up from her flowerbed and closed her eyes.
She opened sixty other eyes, all over the ship, and after one minute she spotted a small instrument looking forlorn in a corner of the engine room, told Usopp he could go look there, then went back to watering the flowers.
When she heard running feet in heavy shoes tumble back up the steps, she wasn’t surprised to hear his shout of joy and relief, nor the ecstatic cry “Robin! You make the best spy ever!”, though it still made her chuckle. She wouldn’t have been too surprised over a hug, either, though Usopp, unlike Nami and Chopper, was rarely that free with her.
What she didn’t expect was him leaning up on tiptoes and kissing her on the cheek.
She blinked, nonplussed for once, and he quickly broke off and jumped back. “Ah, s-sorry about that! It was just –“ he waved his hands, blushing, “I was just so happy and you looked so pretty – I dunno what came over me, maybe I’ve got Sanji germs today or something - don’t hit me!”
Then, after seeing she wasn't angry, he scooted back to his work, back to taking scraps and make something new and unique, with clever hands and busy brain; knowing he was good at it but not, Robin suspected, believing it amounted to much. And quite unaware of how unusual and precious his talents were. Including the talent to reach out and surprise her.
I'm not quite happy with this - it's one of the instances where I can picture a moment happening but I'm mainly guessing as to what led up to it, and may not be guessing very well, thus perhaps not making it seem convincing at all. Ah, well. Maybe I'll write those two better some other time.
I hear today there's going to be some kind of swearing-in out (south-)west, but it's not like Toby Ziegler has written the speech, soo../West Wing-nut ^_^