One Piece, Seriously
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dethoratsThe first 10/30 for those 100 word drabbles set to a series of song titles. All of these are L'Arc en Ciel songs because that's who I associate with Shanks and Ben. No rhyme or reason to this other than 100 words and at least 2 of every 10 have to be vaguely smutty.
1. Dune
Wind rustled through the scrub, sent the harsh grass sawing against his calves with enough force for the toothy edges to snag, draw blood. Ben rolled down his pants’ legs and continued over the sandy hillock, shoes in hand and cigarette between his lips. Soon the tide would be out and the crew didn’t particularly fancy spending another night on an island with nothing but birds for company. The long cylinder of tobacco had nearly smoldered down to the filter by the time he found the captain, straw hat over his face and snoring, in a hollow between the dunes.
2. Be Destined
Shanks had been there as a lad, gone all the way to the fabled end of the Grand Line, seen Raftel and the One Piece. And he’d come all the way back, sailed into East Blue and watched with the crowd, the brim of his hat low over brimming hazel eyes, as his captain smiled and died. It wasn’t for him; he knew himself too well for that and Ben had agreed, when he finally told him. The red-haired pirates would watch and wait, test and guard, bide their time until one worthy of the power and the responsibility appeared.
3. As If In A Dream
The world wavered and swam before his eyes as he waded out of the salty, burning sea. Shanks staggered up onto the shore, his precious burden clinging to him, little arms wound about his neck tight enough to make his labored breathing even more difficult. It was like having a fever or being really really drunk, or maybe it was more like that time he ate those mushrooms even after Roux had warned him not to. Everything was too bright, nightmarish, but it ended, he supposed, well enough as he handed over the boy and collapsed into Ben’s waiting arms.
4. New World
It was all strange; the pitching deck, the air that was perpetually heavy with the smell of salt, the flap of the sails in the wind. Nothing like the paper and ink and musty, dusty rooms in the hushed library. His new home and Ben still wasn’t sure how he’d gotten there, looking down at the dolphins leaping in the ship’s wake while he tried to figure out what had happened. Certainly he had never intended to be a pirate. Somehow he had a feeling it was his new captain’s fault. Him and a hell of a lot of booze.
5. Lost Heaven
All too fleeting, the pleasure came and went. It left them panting and sweaty, breathing each other’s air and slowly getting stuck together in the stomach region. Finally the cramp in Ben’s hip became too much and he shifted, brought his legs down to stretch them. Shanks muttered grumpily against his neck and fell more than lifted himself off of the taller man. There was an unpleasant squealch, drying flakes on the sheets. Ben frowned in distaste, the furrow in his brow deepening as Shanks showed no signs of helping with clean-up. “Living with you can be hell,” he muttered.
6. Trust
Anything but blind, the faith his crew had in him was what kept Shanks going more than anything else some days. All of them had chosen to give him their respect and their dedication, handing over their very lives into his hands. It scared him occasionally, his confidence sturdy but not so overwhelming as to make him unaware of the responsibility he had. But he never forgot, either. And that was why Ben only shook his head in resigned amusement when Shanks drank a bar dry or leapt into the fray before he’d managed to get off a single shot.
7. Invitation to Freedom
There were all kinds of pirates. Some were scum – robbers, rapists, and murderers. Others were driven by greed or necessity while a few sailed because of a Robin Hood complex. Shanks ran away to sea because he wanted adventure and the only discipline he could stomach was the kind meant to keep him alive and nothing more. He wasn’t entirely altruistic; pirates had to eat and buy booze too. But he did believe in letting his crew have a say. Ben had never been fond of censorship. Shanks told him he was perfectly free to waste his share on books.
8. Heaven’s Drive
The door was locked when Yasopp tried the handle. That was odd, for Shanks was a believer in the open door policy, especially if his visitors happened to have a bottle with them. But the captain’s quarters were barred at the moment and the new resident marksman frowned, jiggled the knob in confusion. It was then that he heard the low moan and the even lower chuckle, a murmured command to ‘don’t stop now, ya bastard’ that brought a flush to his ruddy cheeks. Oh. So that’s where Beckman was. Next time he’d remember Roux’s addendum to the door tenet.
9. Blurry Eyes
Why does a man learn to love strong drink? Ben once asked what he had to forget, what he thought he had to alter that made him down mugs of rotgut. Shanks had shrugged, chuckled out a blithe response. But cloudy hazel deepened momentarily as he remembered weeks at sea with naught but cheap grog to keep hydrated while the sun baked permanent freckles into his young shoulders and wind refused to fill the sails. Rum helped him lose the faces of his dead, harder stuff numbed his arm. And Ben carried him when he was too drunk to walk.
10. Lies and Truth
“I’m fine.” The words were weak, hoarse whispers from a dry and aching throat. In some ways the infection was worse than the initial wound for it had sapped his strength and laid him out. He was pale from blood loss and sweat stained the sheets, darkened his red hair at the temples. Shanks gave him a wan smile and waved Ben off when he moved to slip a hand behind his back to help him upright. It took too long and they both knew it. “I’m fine,” Shanks said again. And Ben sighed in hopeful resignation. “You will be.”
1. Dune
Wind rustled through the scrub, sent the harsh grass sawing against his calves with enough force for the toothy edges to snag, draw blood. Ben rolled down his pants’ legs and continued over the sandy hillock, shoes in hand and cigarette between his lips. Soon the tide would be out and the crew didn’t particularly fancy spending another night on an island with nothing but birds for company. The long cylinder of tobacco had nearly smoldered down to the filter by the time he found the captain, straw hat over his face and snoring, in a hollow between the dunes.
2. Be Destined
Shanks had been there as a lad, gone all the way to the fabled end of the Grand Line, seen Raftel and the One Piece. And he’d come all the way back, sailed into East Blue and watched with the crowd, the brim of his hat low over brimming hazel eyes, as his captain smiled and died. It wasn’t for him; he knew himself too well for that and Ben had agreed, when he finally told him. The red-haired pirates would watch and wait, test and guard, bide their time until one worthy of the power and the responsibility appeared.
3. As If In A Dream
The world wavered and swam before his eyes as he waded out of the salty, burning sea. Shanks staggered up onto the shore, his precious burden clinging to him, little arms wound about his neck tight enough to make his labored breathing even more difficult. It was like having a fever or being really really drunk, or maybe it was more like that time he ate those mushrooms even after Roux had warned him not to. Everything was too bright, nightmarish, but it ended, he supposed, well enough as he handed over the boy and collapsed into Ben’s waiting arms.
4. New World
It was all strange; the pitching deck, the air that was perpetually heavy with the smell of salt, the flap of the sails in the wind. Nothing like the paper and ink and musty, dusty rooms in the hushed library. His new home and Ben still wasn’t sure how he’d gotten there, looking down at the dolphins leaping in the ship’s wake while he tried to figure out what had happened. Certainly he had never intended to be a pirate. Somehow he had a feeling it was his new captain’s fault. Him and a hell of a lot of booze.
5. Lost Heaven
All too fleeting, the pleasure came and went. It left them panting and sweaty, breathing each other’s air and slowly getting stuck together in the stomach region. Finally the cramp in Ben’s hip became too much and he shifted, brought his legs down to stretch them. Shanks muttered grumpily against his neck and fell more than lifted himself off of the taller man. There was an unpleasant squealch, drying flakes on the sheets. Ben frowned in distaste, the furrow in his brow deepening as Shanks showed no signs of helping with clean-up. “Living with you can be hell,” he muttered.
6. Trust
Anything but blind, the faith his crew had in him was what kept Shanks going more than anything else some days. All of them had chosen to give him their respect and their dedication, handing over their very lives into his hands. It scared him occasionally, his confidence sturdy but not so overwhelming as to make him unaware of the responsibility he had. But he never forgot, either. And that was why Ben only shook his head in resigned amusement when Shanks drank a bar dry or leapt into the fray before he’d managed to get off a single shot.
7. Invitation to Freedom
There were all kinds of pirates. Some were scum – robbers, rapists, and murderers. Others were driven by greed or necessity while a few sailed because of a Robin Hood complex. Shanks ran away to sea because he wanted adventure and the only discipline he could stomach was the kind meant to keep him alive and nothing more. He wasn’t entirely altruistic; pirates had to eat and buy booze too. But he did believe in letting his crew have a say. Ben had never been fond of censorship. Shanks told him he was perfectly free to waste his share on books.
8. Heaven’s Drive
The door was locked when Yasopp tried the handle. That was odd, for Shanks was a believer in the open door policy, especially if his visitors happened to have a bottle with them. But the captain’s quarters were barred at the moment and the new resident marksman frowned, jiggled the knob in confusion. It was then that he heard the low moan and the even lower chuckle, a murmured command to ‘don’t stop now, ya bastard’ that brought a flush to his ruddy cheeks. Oh. So that’s where Beckman was. Next time he’d remember Roux’s addendum to the door tenet.
9. Blurry Eyes
Why does a man learn to love strong drink? Ben once asked what he had to forget, what he thought he had to alter that made him down mugs of rotgut. Shanks had shrugged, chuckled out a blithe response. But cloudy hazel deepened momentarily as he remembered weeks at sea with naught but cheap grog to keep hydrated while the sun baked permanent freckles into his young shoulders and wind refused to fill the sails. Rum helped him lose the faces of his dead, harder stuff numbed his arm. And Ben carried him when he was too drunk to walk.
10. Lies and Truth
“I’m fine.” The words were weak, hoarse whispers from a dry and aching throat. In some ways the infection was worse than the initial wound for it had sapped his strength and laid him out. He was pale from blood loss and sweat stained the sheets, darkened his red hair at the temples. Shanks gave him a wan smile and waved Ben off when he moved to slip a hand behind his back to help him upright. It took too long and they both knew it. “I’m fine,” Shanks said again. And Ben sighed in hopeful resignation. “You will be.”
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Date: 2007-02-07 04:05 pm (UTC)I loved these, Em. I especially enjoyed As If In A Dream and Invitation to Freedom. :DDD
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Date: 2007-02-08 10:58 am (UTC)What can I say? Five years solely dedicated to a single fandom...it's no surprise that when I finally caved for something new it took over so strongly. Plus, Metalocalypse is freaking ridiculous and I can never resist stupidity.
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Date: 2007-02-08 04:28 pm (UTC)