One Piece 'Tie' Drabbles
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dethorats3 drabbles based on the OPYaoi100 topic of "Ties."
Title: Memento
Rating: G
Pairing: Shanks and Ben
Word Count: 363
The day Ben cut his hair, long strands of intermingled black and gray at Roux’s feet as he wielded the chosen implement of destruction, Shanks had found other things to keep occupied. The captain developed a sudden interest in personally cataloging everything in storage hold number three and didn’t come up from below deck until dinner time, his own red mop frosted with dust and the occasional bit of tenacious cobweb. His first mate blinked at him, looking far too serious and scholarly and just missing a pair of eyeglasses perched on the end of his hawk’s jut of a nose to complete a picture of antithetical pirate-dom, gaze catching on the smudged and dirty hand Shanks brought up to brush through the mess on top of his head.
There was a twist of green rubber wrapped securely around the captain’s ring finger, a familiar band identical to the kind the postal service used to keep mail bundled together. Ben tended to collect them, using them to tie back his hair in a cheap and practical method of recycling. But he wouldn’t need to do that anymore. A smile flitted across his careworn face, a touch rueful and a tad melancholy, as he remembered fingers tugging at his ponytail, stealing away rubber bands and sending his hair into his eyes. More often than not, Shanks would snap the makeshift ties or flick them into corners of the ship never to be seen again. That very morning he could recall the younger man curling around his back as he sleepily declared his intention to finally face Roux’s scissors, a touch sneaking up his neck and into his loosely pulled-back mane. It must have been stolen then and Ben hadn’t even noticed, too preoccupied with the lips that sought his, the knee slipping between his thighs.
The captain followed his eyes, grinned and shrugged, unabashed at being caught in a bit of sentimentality. Ben reached out and tousled Shanks’ hair, succeeded in making it look worse. He smirked when the redhead stuck out his tongue and wordlessly offered an arm, escorting the captain to dinner without a single wry remark about the joys of showering.
Title: Belief
Rating: G
Pairing: Faint ZoLu
Word Count: 300
Roronoa Zoro doesn’t believe in God. He doesn’t believe in gods either, nor in such silly things like fate or destiny. A man moves through life under his own power and attributing success or failure to anything beside himself is a waste, a weakness, a severe deficiency of will. Zoro has a dream and it’s a big one. Not quite as large or outrageous as becoming the Pirate King but very nearly so. He knows full well that becoming the world’s greatest swordsman lies with him and him alone. No one else will get him to that pinnacle and so he trains hard, focuses his mind on his goal and doesn’t let himself become weak.
For a short time when he first encountered his captain, he worried about losing sight of his dream. Luffy is something of a force of nature, the first person to ever make him ask questions in the depth of his soul about what he really believes. Zoro doesn’t believe in fate but he does accept that luck exists. Luffy is remarkably lucky but he is even more impressively determined and driven and to the swordsman that counts for even more. He comes to acknowledge that it was fortunate that he met his captain and he draws strength from the younger man’s force of will, gives it back as much as he can because karma, at least, makes sense.
Roronoa Zoro doesn’t believe in God or destiny. He believes in himself and in his swords, in his dream and his nakama and their dreams. And he believes in his captain, in Luffy, and takes for granted all the many ties that bind them together, for they aren’t the fickle and false red threads of fate but invisible iron chains of trust and hope, friendship and love.
Title: A Modern Woman
Rating: PG-10
Pairing: Hina/Tashigi
Word Count: 415
Captain Hina was, for all of her idiosyncrasies, well known for the level of discipline to be found on both her ship and within her own person. It was one of the things Tashigi really admired about the other woman; part of what drew her so strongly into Hina’s orbit. So when the female captain strode into the Loguestown marine headquarters in her trademark pantsuit, the addition of a slim, very tasteful tie draping just so across her ample bosom wasn’t that much of a surprise. What was unusual, however, was the way Hina fidgeted with it all throughout her conversation with Captain Smoker.
Slender, well-manicured fingers constantly slid up and down the length of silk fabric, drawing attention to both Hina’s elegant hands and also to the strength of the tie itself. Tashigi, standing more or less at attention up against the back wall should Smoker require anything, couldn’t help but stare as Hina flapped the end of her tie towards the surly captain. It was quite atypical behavior and apparently the young sergeant major wasn’t the only one who thought so for Smoker finally barked out for Hina to stop "fluttering around like a damn gir-…to just stop fidgeting damn it!" Hina smirked and dropped the tie, her expression going coy as she leaned over towards Smoker, getting into his personal space as she held out a cigarillo for him to light. He did so, bemused and flustered, and Hina finally straightened, her behavior returning to its usual superior form.
Later, the tie resting in the smooth valley between Hina’s breasts and no other clothing of note to be found on either herself or Tashigi, the young marine tugged at it gently, daringly curious as she finally asked about the latest addition to the captain’s wardrobe. The older woman smiled knowingly, traced a fingertip over the flush that colored Tashigi’s cheeks. "Distraction is an excellent weapon and today Hina proved that a single piece of innocent attire can be as effective as a sword." Tashigi thought of how her eyes had been drawn to the captain’s chest and to her hands and of how Smoker’s attention too had been captured in spite of his general disinterest in the female sex. Her blush deepened and Hina laughed and flicked Tashigi’s nose with the end of the tie. "And," she added, finally taking off the skin-warm silk and wrapping it around the girl’s wrists. "Hina has found that her tie has several other excellent uses."
Title: Memento
Rating: G
Pairing: Shanks and Ben
Word Count: 363
The day Ben cut his hair, long strands of intermingled black and gray at Roux’s feet as he wielded the chosen implement of destruction, Shanks had found other things to keep occupied. The captain developed a sudden interest in personally cataloging everything in storage hold number three and didn’t come up from below deck until dinner time, his own red mop frosted with dust and the occasional bit of tenacious cobweb. His first mate blinked at him, looking far too serious and scholarly and just missing a pair of eyeglasses perched on the end of his hawk’s jut of a nose to complete a picture of antithetical pirate-dom, gaze catching on the smudged and dirty hand Shanks brought up to brush through the mess on top of his head.
There was a twist of green rubber wrapped securely around the captain’s ring finger, a familiar band identical to the kind the postal service used to keep mail bundled together. Ben tended to collect them, using them to tie back his hair in a cheap and practical method of recycling. But he wouldn’t need to do that anymore. A smile flitted across his careworn face, a touch rueful and a tad melancholy, as he remembered fingers tugging at his ponytail, stealing away rubber bands and sending his hair into his eyes. More often than not, Shanks would snap the makeshift ties or flick them into corners of the ship never to be seen again. That very morning he could recall the younger man curling around his back as he sleepily declared his intention to finally face Roux’s scissors, a touch sneaking up his neck and into his loosely pulled-back mane. It must have been stolen then and Ben hadn’t even noticed, too preoccupied with the lips that sought his, the knee slipping between his thighs.
The captain followed his eyes, grinned and shrugged, unabashed at being caught in a bit of sentimentality. Ben reached out and tousled Shanks’ hair, succeeded in making it look worse. He smirked when the redhead stuck out his tongue and wordlessly offered an arm, escorting the captain to dinner without a single wry remark about the joys of showering.
Title: Belief
Rating: G
Pairing: Faint ZoLu
Word Count: 300
Roronoa Zoro doesn’t believe in God. He doesn’t believe in gods either, nor in such silly things like fate or destiny. A man moves through life under his own power and attributing success or failure to anything beside himself is a waste, a weakness, a severe deficiency of will. Zoro has a dream and it’s a big one. Not quite as large or outrageous as becoming the Pirate King but very nearly so. He knows full well that becoming the world’s greatest swordsman lies with him and him alone. No one else will get him to that pinnacle and so he trains hard, focuses his mind on his goal and doesn’t let himself become weak.
For a short time when he first encountered his captain, he worried about losing sight of his dream. Luffy is something of a force of nature, the first person to ever make him ask questions in the depth of his soul about what he really believes. Zoro doesn’t believe in fate but he does accept that luck exists. Luffy is remarkably lucky but he is even more impressively determined and driven and to the swordsman that counts for even more. He comes to acknowledge that it was fortunate that he met his captain and he draws strength from the younger man’s force of will, gives it back as much as he can because karma, at least, makes sense.
Roronoa Zoro doesn’t believe in God or destiny. He believes in himself and in his swords, in his dream and his nakama and their dreams. And he believes in his captain, in Luffy, and takes for granted all the many ties that bind them together, for they aren’t the fickle and false red threads of fate but invisible iron chains of trust and hope, friendship and love.
Title: A Modern Woman
Rating: PG-10
Pairing: Hina/Tashigi
Word Count: 415
Captain Hina was, for all of her idiosyncrasies, well known for the level of discipline to be found on both her ship and within her own person. It was one of the things Tashigi really admired about the other woman; part of what drew her so strongly into Hina’s orbit. So when the female captain strode into the Loguestown marine headquarters in her trademark pantsuit, the addition of a slim, very tasteful tie draping just so across her ample bosom wasn’t that much of a surprise. What was unusual, however, was the way Hina fidgeted with it all throughout her conversation with Captain Smoker.
Slender, well-manicured fingers constantly slid up and down the length of silk fabric, drawing attention to both Hina’s elegant hands and also to the strength of the tie itself. Tashigi, standing more or less at attention up against the back wall should Smoker require anything, couldn’t help but stare as Hina flapped the end of her tie towards the surly captain. It was quite atypical behavior and apparently the young sergeant major wasn’t the only one who thought so for Smoker finally barked out for Hina to stop "fluttering around like a damn gir-…to just stop fidgeting damn it!" Hina smirked and dropped the tie, her expression going coy as she leaned over towards Smoker, getting into his personal space as she held out a cigarillo for him to light. He did so, bemused and flustered, and Hina finally straightened, her behavior returning to its usual superior form.
Later, the tie resting in the smooth valley between Hina’s breasts and no other clothing of note to be found on either herself or Tashigi, the young marine tugged at it gently, daringly curious as she finally asked about the latest addition to the captain’s wardrobe. The older woman smiled knowingly, traced a fingertip over the flush that colored Tashigi’s cheeks. "Distraction is an excellent weapon and today Hina proved that a single piece of innocent attire can be as effective as a sword." Tashigi thought of how her eyes had been drawn to the captain’s chest and to her hands and of how Smoker’s attention too had been captured in spite of his general disinterest in the female sex. Her blush deepened and Hina laughed and flicked Tashigi’s nose with the end of the tie. "And," she added, finally taking off the skin-warm silk and wrapping it around the girl’s wrists. "Hina has found that her tie has several other excellent uses."
