Orte: In einem fremden Bett (fürs Team)
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120_minutenTeam: D.A.V.E.
Challenge: Orte -- in einem fremden Bett (fürs Team)
Fandom: One Piece
Charaktere: Sanji, Nami
Wörter: 567
A/N: Mehr Vampir AU. Der vollständige Gedankenprozess der mich hierhin gebracht hat: Ha, in den letzten beiden ist immer Zorro bei Sanji aufgewacht, das geht auch anders! Warum muss man in einem fremden Bett immer aufwachen? ... Hat Zorro überhaupt ein Bett?
Genau so sinnvoll ist es dann geworden.
Nami kicked the door open backwards with the heel of her shoe and Sanji would have thought that incredibly sexy if his mind hadn't been too occupied with, well, everything. He let himself be dragged into the dusty room and barely managed half a glance at it's interiors before locating the mattress on the floor and crashing onto it. Muttering curses that would make a sailor blush, Nami pulled the dark blinds closed and Sanji crawled under the blankets. He buried his face into the pillow and tried not to scream. Too much.
"Motherfucker!" Nami's curse almost drowned out the ominously metallic rattling of something heavy that she'd evidently stumbled over. The natural impulse to jump up and worry about her delicate feet carried Sanji all the way to the mattress edge before scorching pain raced through every fiber of his being like wildfire. Now, he desperately wanted to scream but only a high-pitched, animalic hiss escaped between his extended fangs before he fell back into the pillows, cramping. "Fuck shit, fuck. I'll be back in a sec, just don't fucking die, okay?"
Instead of avouching his determination to never disappoint a woman as beautiful as Nami, Sanji drifted off into a particularly uneasy kind of unconsciousness that he hadn't experienced since his death. He was so far gone that he didn't even notice her return into the room, just realized there were careful fingers ghosting over his burned skin, cold and soft. Hesmelled aloe vera. Sanji would have laughed but wasn't quite sure he was still able to and definitely didn't want to find out. But, as ridiculously human as the idea was; it worked. The gel was cool and soothing and he could feel the pain seeping out of his body under her soft touch.
"Smart thinking," he croaked out eventually. Or, he tried to. His voice was rough and his fangs too long around his tongue but the weak smile Nami gave him was positively blinding.
"Fuck, it's good to see those baby blues again. Thought I'd lost you." The corners of her mouth wavered. "Not that I usually mind watching vampires die..."
Sanji smiled up at her and snuggled deeper into the soft pillows. He didn't mind dying in a beautiful woman's bed, even if he could already feel his healing setting in. It was remarkably difficult to kill the (un-)dead.
Nami dabbed something soft and cool against his forehead. "Believe me, I know. But you're still way too far gone if you think that's my bed."
Sanji hadn't even noticed that he'd muttered any of that aloud, and it was surprisingly difficult to process any of her words, what with the soft pillows and the soothing gel and the comforting smell of steel and tea and ... wet dog?
"Where--?"
Nami shushed him. "Don't worry about that. Just go to sleep, you need the rest, I'll get Robin and we'll figure something out."
That sounded like a great plan. Of course it did, because Nami was brilliant and wonderful and the pillow was so, so soft and comfortable and the last thing Sanji heard before he drifted off into something vaguely more similar to sleep than to unconsciousness was a man's voice and Nami's delighted chuckle: "With all the time you spent bleeding out in his restaurant, you don't get to complain."
Challenge: Orte -- in einem fremden Bett (fürs Team)
Fandom: One Piece
Charaktere: Sanji, Nami
Wörter: 567
A/N: Mehr Vampir AU. Der vollständige Gedankenprozess der mich hierhin gebracht hat: Ha, in den letzten beiden ist immer Zorro bei Sanji aufgewacht, das geht auch anders! Warum muss man in einem fremden Bett immer aufwachen? ... Hat Zorro überhaupt ein Bett?
Genau so sinnvoll ist es dann geworden.
Nami kicked the door open backwards with the heel of her shoe and Sanji would have thought that incredibly sexy if his mind hadn't been too occupied with, well, everything. He let himself be dragged into the dusty room and barely managed half a glance at it's interiors before locating the mattress on the floor and crashing onto it. Muttering curses that would make a sailor blush, Nami pulled the dark blinds closed and Sanji crawled under the blankets. He buried his face into the pillow and tried not to scream. Too much.
"Motherfucker!" Nami's curse almost drowned out the ominously metallic rattling of something heavy that she'd evidently stumbled over. The natural impulse to jump up and worry about her delicate feet carried Sanji all the way to the mattress edge before scorching pain raced through every fiber of his being like wildfire. Now, he desperately wanted to scream but only a high-pitched, animalic hiss escaped between his extended fangs before he fell back into the pillows, cramping. "Fuck shit, fuck. I'll be back in a sec, just don't fucking die, okay?"
Instead of avouching his determination to never disappoint a woman as beautiful as Nami, Sanji drifted off into a particularly uneasy kind of unconsciousness that he hadn't experienced since his death. He was so far gone that he didn't even notice her return into the room, just realized there were careful fingers ghosting over his burned skin, cold and soft. Hesmelled aloe vera. Sanji would have laughed but wasn't quite sure he was still able to and definitely didn't want to find out. But, as ridiculously human as the idea was; it worked. The gel was cool and soothing and he could feel the pain seeping out of his body under her soft touch.
"Smart thinking," he croaked out eventually. Or, he tried to. His voice was rough and his fangs too long around his tongue but the weak smile Nami gave him was positively blinding.
"Fuck, it's good to see those baby blues again. Thought I'd lost you." The corners of her mouth wavered. "Not that I usually mind watching vampires die..."
Sanji smiled up at her and snuggled deeper into the soft pillows. He didn't mind dying in a beautiful woman's bed, even if he could already feel his healing setting in. It was remarkably difficult to kill the (un-)dead.
Nami dabbed something soft and cool against his forehead. "Believe me, I know. But you're still way too far gone if you think that's my bed."
Sanji hadn't even noticed that he'd muttered any of that aloud, and it was surprisingly difficult to process any of her words, what with the soft pillows and the soothing gel and the comforting smell of steel and tea and ... wet dog?
"Where--?"
Nami shushed him. "Don't worry about that. Just go to sleep, you need the rest, I'll get Robin and we'll figure something out."
That sounded like a great plan. Of course it did, because Nami was brilliant and wonderful and the pillow was so, so soft and comfortable and the last thing Sanji heard before he drifted off into something vaguely more similar to sleep than to unconsciousness was a man's voice and Nami's delighted chuckle: "With all the time you spent bleeding out in his restaurant, you don't get to complain."