danyellaskyler

Title: Cute Pastels
Series: Paulie and His Cat
Fandom: One Piece
Author: Danyella Skyler Silverfire
Website: Livejournal, or Fanfiction.Net
Rating: PG
Genre(s): General
Pairing(s): Paulie, Blackjack & Iria
Summary: Paulie seems to have three constants in his life: Ships, cats, and killers. He doesn't seem to be able to rid himself of any of them. Or the World Government either for that matter.
Prompt: 29. Birth
Beta:

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Warnings: Okay there are a couple of original characters in this, one being the tiger Blackjack, the other is a woman named Iria that acts like a demented sister to Paulie. There will be no Paulie/Iria.
Disclaimer: Checks reality meter (It's remarkably Magic Eight Ball shaped). Do I own One Piece? Nope still the right reality. Go eat a tuna sandwich instead. Damn.
Author's Note: I've decided to try and do a 100 Prompts thingy. It seems like a good way to jump around with this thing. They're Paulie centric, with the occasional Lucci/Paulie ones depending on placement.
Word Count: 323

Cute Pastels

Paulie groggily made his way back to his bed through the early pre-dawn light after drinking two glasses of water. He wasn't sure what it was, but something about Enies Lobby made him parched to an almost ridiculous degree. It would have been actually ridiculous if Iria wasn't suffering from the same problem.

Leaning briefly against the doorjamb of his room he yawned and took a bleary look around. He had just turned the light off when he suddenly flicked it on again and practically jumped across the room and stared down at a smug Blackjack licking four white and pastel balls of delicate cuteness.

Familiar delicate cuteness.

"You hussy! Blackjack, how could you!" Paulie yelled in parental shock.

Blackjack just gave the blond man an unimpressed look as he continued to yell at her for getting pregnant.

"Paulie! It's four in the fucking morning!" Iria snapped in a sleep-husked voice. "If you don't shut the fuck up I'm going to paralyze you, cover you in gold, and toss you into the sleaziest bar I can find."

"Do you know what she did?" Paulie snarled, pointing an accusing finger at the tiger that was now ignoring him in favor of her progeny.

"Had her cubs finally, apparently," Iria yawned angrily. "Just keep it down. I have people to spy on today, and I'd like to get a couple hours more sleep before then."

"Finally? Finally? You knew!" Paulie snapped, turning on the brunette woman currently standing in his doorway wearing nothing but shorts and one of his old tank tops.

"I caught her sneaking into the zoo weeks ago. I kinda figured. Look, can I go back to bed, or should I go get something to wake me up? 'Cause I need a decision either way."

Paulie growled at her. Very well, actually, for a human.

Iria sighed. "Fine. I'll get you a cup of whatever." Iria turned and disappeared down the hall.