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salmon_pinkTitle: Skull F**k
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Brook/Franky
Rating: PG
Words: 319
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100_men, prompt "bones".
Smiling was a work of muscle and movement, of skin and sensation.
It wasn’t something that was exclusively the right of man. Franky was a cyborg, after all, and a pretty damn super one at that, and he was perfectly capable of smiling. And, while he was thinking about it, Chopper smiled all the time, and he was a man, yes, but he was also a reindeer.
Any living creature seemed capable of smiling.
Which was the problem, since Brook wasn’t a living creature. Not in a way that Franky could get his head around.
Could skeletons actually smile?
Franky wasn’t sure of that, but he was pretty sure Brook was smiling at him. And staring. Like he had been since they’d left Thriller Bark.
It was starting to get annoying. Mostly because Brook was incapable of blinking.
“Oi, you looking for a fight?” he growled, rounding on Brook who was, surprise surprise, staring at him.
Brook’s laughter filled the room, and he always sounded so shocked to hear himself so joyful. “Of course not!” he exclaimed, waving a bony hand at Franky. “I don’t want to fight you. You’re my favourite, after all.”
Franky had made a lot of hasty decisions in his life, some that he regretted more than others. He trusted his instincts, allowed them to guide him, even if it was into trouble.
Every one of Franky’s instincts was telling him to shut up and walk away. Every one of Franky’s instincts was telling him not to ask.
“Why am I your favourite?” he asked.
Apparently skeletons could smile, and even grin in a way that could raise the hair on a man, or cyborg’s, arms.
“Because I don’t even have to ask to see your panties.”
Nami glanced up from her book at the roar of “Weapons Right”, followed by what sounded like an impressive explosion.
Luffy took the opportunity to steal her snack.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Brook/Franky
Rating: PG
Words: 319
Notes: For
100_men, prompt "bones".Smiling was a work of muscle and movement, of skin and sensation.
It wasn’t something that was exclusively the right of man. Franky was a cyborg, after all, and a pretty damn super one at that, and he was perfectly capable of smiling. And, while he was thinking about it, Chopper smiled all the time, and he was a man, yes, but he was also a reindeer.
Any living creature seemed capable of smiling.
Which was the problem, since Brook wasn’t a living creature. Not in a way that Franky could get his head around.
Could skeletons actually smile?
Franky wasn’t sure of that, but he was pretty sure Brook was smiling at him. And staring. Like he had been since they’d left Thriller Bark.
It was starting to get annoying. Mostly because Brook was incapable of blinking.
“Oi, you looking for a fight?” he growled, rounding on Brook who was, surprise surprise, staring at him.
Brook’s laughter filled the room, and he always sounded so shocked to hear himself so joyful. “Of course not!” he exclaimed, waving a bony hand at Franky. “I don’t want to fight you. You’re my favourite, after all.”
Franky had made a lot of hasty decisions in his life, some that he regretted more than others. He trusted his instincts, allowed them to guide him, even if it was into trouble.
Every one of Franky’s instincts was telling him to shut up and walk away. Every one of Franky’s instincts was telling him not to ask.
“Why am I your favourite?” he asked.
Apparently skeletons could smile, and even grin in a way that could raise the hair on a man, or cyborg’s, arms.
“Because I don’t even have to ask to see your panties.”
Nami glanced up from her book at the roar of “Weapons Right”, followed by what sounded like an impressive explosion.
Luffy took the opportunity to steal her snack.
