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dethoratsTitle: Job
Rating: G
Pairing: Shanks/Ben
Word Count: 280
A/N: Spoilers through 597, utter cheese
Ben lay the newspaper aside with a quiet chuckle, grinning as he looked to his captain. “Rayleigh’s up to his usual tricks I see.”
Shanks’ lower lip jutted out as he pouted, arm wrapped around his knees as he perched in his chair.
“Now Shanks, you yourself said it would break your promise, that it wasn’t time.”
The captain snorted, brows drawing impossibly closer together as his sullen scowl deepened. He was being juvenile and petty and jealous and irrational and he knew it but damn it all he didn’t care. Luffy was his charge in some ways and Rayleigh stepping in, especially when he knew firsthand what an education given by that man meant, and how much longer he’d have to wait, was like rubbing salt in a wound. Luffy had been through so much and Shanks couldn’t, just couldn’t, go to him yet. It didn’t mean he wanted to be fair about it, though.
Ben sighed, privately amused by his captain’s antics even as he sympathized. Still, Rayleigh was smart and putting the Strawhats’ entry into the New World off for two years was the right decision. Although, Rayleigh wasn’t the one who had to put up with a disgruntled Shanks, hadn’t been for a long time now. That was Ben’s job. And it was one he did well. A gentle hand settled on Shanks’ shoulder as Ben leaned forward and nibbled on that pout that looked so ridiculous on a grown man but was utterly irresistible anyway. He pulled away, studied the sparkle that had crept back into hazel eyes, and couldn’t help the knowing smile as he asked.
“Now, how can I make you feel better?”
Rating: G
Pairing: Shanks/Ben
Word Count: 280
A/N: Spoilers through 597, utter cheese
Ben lay the newspaper aside with a quiet chuckle, grinning as he looked to his captain. “Rayleigh’s up to his usual tricks I see.”
Shanks’ lower lip jutted out as he pouted, arm wrapped around his knees as he perched in his chair.
“Now Shanks, you yourself said it would break your promise, that it wasn’t time.”
The captain snorted, brows drawing impossibly closer together as his sullen scowl deepened. He was being juvenile and petty and jealous and irrational and he knew it but damn it all he didn’t care. Luffy was his charge in some ways and Rayleigh stepping in, especially when he knew firsthand what an education given by that man meant, and how much longer he’d have to wait, was like rubbing salt in a wound. Luffy had been through so much and Shanks couldn’t, just couldn’t, go to him yet. It didn’t mean he wanted to be fair about it, though.
Ben sighed, privately amused by his captain’s antics even as he sympathized. Still, Rayleigh was smart and putting the Strawhats’ entry into the New World off for two years was the right decision. Although, Rayleigh wasn’t the one who had to put up with a disgruntled Shanks, hadn’t been for a long time now. That was Ben’s job. And it was one he did well. A gentle hand settled on Shanks’ shoulder as Ben leaned forward and nibbled on that pout that looked so ridiculous on a grown man but was utterly irresistible anyway. He pulled away, studied the sparkle that had crept back into hazel eyes, and couldn’t help the knowing smile as he asked.
“Now, how can I make you feel better?”
