Belated Ben/Shanks Christmas Spammage
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onepieceyaoi100Happy Holidays Everyone! I know it's 6.5 hours after the fact, but I finally got some holiday spirit.
Title: Christmas Colors
Pairing: Not Telling ^^
Rating: G
Word Count: 82
The pirate king stood shoulder to shoulder with one of his oldest friends, both of them stepping back to admire their handiwork. Red and green lay against each other in the perfect combination of seasonal colors. The holiday tableau was marred only by the snoring, and perhaps by the sheer amount of empty beer bottles scattered across the deck. All in all, though, the vision of Shanks and Zoro curled around each other in sleep made for one remarkably sexy Christmas card.
Title: Christmas Spirits
Pairing: Shanks/Ben
Rating: PG
Word Count: 300
“Just what are we still looking for?” Ben grumbled, trailing along behind Shanks. The captain strode ahead, setting a ground-devouring pace as he wove through the horde of last minute shoppers. The bazaar was crowded and noisy; the package-laden first mate only able to keep track of Shanks by his flag of bright red hair. The younger pirate had conned him into some last minute gift buying, deciding he needed a few extra Christmas trimmings. And he was taking outrageous advantage of Ben, piling him high with presents while carrying none himself, his missing arm the excuse.
Shanks swept his gaze anxiously over the stalls and shops lining the main road. There was only one last necessity for the holiday. Too bad he couldn’t seem to find it. Walking at an even faster clip, he hurried forward. The stores would be closing soon and he just had to get the seasonal treat before then. But he did manage to spare a smile as he heard Ben curse, turning to watch the man juggle the unwieldy stack of boxes in his arms.
“Sorry mister.” The young urchin called over his shoulder as he disappeared into the crowd.
“Whatever.” The reply was muttered, and Shanks could tell Ben was nearly ready to abandon him and the purchases to the chaos of the marketplace, Christmas spirit be damned. It was fortunate that he had finally spotted the proper sign.
“Wait here.” And he was off, fording the stream of shoppers with surprising ease. He returned some minutes later, a large grin splitting his face. Ben eyed the dark liquor bottle under his arm, noted the festive, cream-colored bottle in his hand and let out a groan.
“I should’ve known.”
“C’mon Ben. You know ya can’t celebrate Christmas without the proper sort of eggnog!”
Title: Gift Wrap
Pairing: Shanks/Ben
Rating: G
Word Count: 307...too tired to edit it down any further
Shanks sighed in frustration, rocking back to lean against the cabin wall. He hadn’t anticipated just how difficult gift-wrapping would be with only a single arm. Sure, with a bit of patience and some unusual contortions, he could wrap flat, square objects with the assistance of his feet. But some of the other presents were simply beyond his abilities. Having been a past master at the festive art, he couldn’t bear to simply tuck everything away in bags. Besides, that wouldn’t provide any sort of barrier against the snooping prowess of his first mate.
Ben seemed to love finding his presents even more than he did actually receiving them. It was funny, the way the usually calm, mature man became excited and sneaky around Christmas. He hid behind corners, popping out to startle returning shoppers as he tried to get a look at their packages. He got his crewmates drunk and tried to weasel confessions from them. And he crept around the ship, peering into every nook and cranny. It was quite the challenge for Shanks, and he enjoyed the contest immensely. In the past, he had always been safe once the gifts were wrapped. Ben regarded them as off-limits.
This year, Shanks mused, he might not manage to give him a single surprise. He’d already considered letting one of his crew wrap them, but that left them vulnerable to Ben’s alcohol-fueled prying. And he was too smart to fall for mislabeled gifts. And then it hit him. He chuckled. It was just too perfect! He’d just let Ben wrap his own presents. The man was too suspicious to actually believe Shanks intended them for his real gifts. Yes, he’d technically know in advance, but he wouldn’t know that he knew. Plus he’d go crazy trying to find the other, non-existent presents he’d assume Shanks would have hidden. The look on his face Christmas morning was going to be priceless.
Title: Mistletoe – Akagami Style
Pairing: Ben/Shanks
Rating: PG
Word Count: 299
The akagami pirates observed many holiday traditions, although often with their own special twists. A favored tradition involved the humble mistletoe. It had all started when Yassop joined the crew. That first Christmas, missing Bankina, he decided to continue the tradition she’d taught him. On the all-male ship, the mistletoe had initially caused much consternation and then much amusement. The crew had turned it into a challenge to trick their fellows into compromising positions, placing wagers and setting traps.
Shanks established two special prizes related to the mistletoe. The first went to the man who managed to be the last caught beneath the foliage. And the second went to the pirate who captured the captain’s lips most often. The prize for avoiding the mistletoe was a bottle of wine from Shanks’ private stash, something always worthy of savoring. No one knew what exactly the other prize entailed, because Shanks kept it a secret and Ben wasn’t telling. He always won, even on the years Shanks purposefully tried to elude him.
This year, though, he had stiff competition. The newest recruits were eager to prove themselves, even in this unusual manner. With two minutes to go before Christmas officially started, Ben was tied with Rockstaa. Everyone was on deck, the celebration starting early. Booze was flowing and Shanks grinned cheekily at his first mate.
“Losin’ yer edge, aren’cha? There’s nowhere ta hang the mistletoe here on deck. Never hadda tie before.”
Ben just smiled. “Look up.” Shanks blinked, mouth gaping at the massive sprig Yassop was currently maneuvering over his head from the crow’s nest, courtesy of a fishing pole. The first mate gave him a thumb’s up, before claiming Shanks’ parted lips. Two-and-a-half minutes later, surrounded by the cheering crew, he let him up for air.
“Merry Christmas, Captain.”
Title: Christmas Colors
Pairing: Not Telling ^^
Rating: G
Word Count: 82
The pirate king stood shoulder to shoulder with one of his oldest friends, both of them stepping back to admire their handiwork. Red and green lay against each other in the perfect combination of seasonal colors. The holiday tableau was marred only by the snoring, and perhaps by the sheer amount of empty beer bottles scattered across the deck. All in all, though, the vision of Shanks and Zoro curled around each other in sleep made for one remarkably sexy Christmas card.
Title: Christmas Spirits
Pairing: Shanks/Ben
Rating: PG
Word Count: 300
“Just what are we still looking for?” Ben grumbled, trailing along behind Shanks. The captain strode ahead, setting a ground-devouring pace as he wove through the horde of last minute shoppers. The bazaar was crowded and noisy; the package-laden first mate only able to keep track of Shanks by his flag of bright red hair. The younger pirate had conned him into some last minute gift buying, deciding he needed a few extra Christmas trimmings. And he was taking outrageous advantage of Ben, piling him high with presents while carrying none himself, his missing arm the excuse.
Shanks swept his gaze anxiously over the stalls and shops lining the main road. There was only one last necessity for the holiday. Too bad he couldn’t seem to find it. Walking at an even faster clip, he hurried forward. The stores would be closing soon and he just had to get the seasonal treat before then. But he did manage to spare a smile as he heard Ben curse, turning to watch the man juggle the unwieldy stack of boxes in his arms.
“Sorry mister.” The young urchin called over his shoulder as he disappeared into the crowd.
“Whatever.” The reply was muttered, and Shanks could tell Ben was nearly ready to abandon him and the purchases to the chaos of the marketplace, Christmas spirit be damned. It was fortunate that he had finally spotted the proper sign.
“Wait here.” And he was off, fording the stream of shoppers with surprising ease. He returned some minutes later, a large grin splitting his face. Ben eyed the dark liquor bottle under his arm, noted the festive, cream-colored bottle in his hand and let out a groan.
“I should’ve known.”
“C’mon Ben. You know ya can’t celebrate Christmas without the proper sort of eggnog!”
Title: Gift Wrap
Pairing: Shanks/Ben
Rating: G
Word Count: 307...too tired to edit it down any further
Shanks sighed in frustration, rocking back to lean against the cabin wall. He hadn’t anticipated just how difficult gift-wrapping would be with only a single arm. Sure, with a bit of patience and some unusual contortions, he could wrap flat, square objects with the assistance of his feet. But some of the other presents were simply beyond his abilities. Having been a past master at the festive art, he couldn’t bear to simply tuck everything away in bags. Besides, that wouldn’t provide any sort of barrier against the snooping prowess of his first mate.
Ben seemed to love finding his presents even more than he did actually receiving them. It was funny, the way the usually calm, mature man became excited and sneaky around Christmas. He hid behind corners, popping out to startle returning shoppers as he tried to get a look at their packages. He got his crewmates drunk and tried to weasel confessions from them. And he crept around the ship, peering into every nook and cranny. It was quite the challenge for Shanks, and he enjoyed the contest immensely. In the past, he had always been safe once the gifts were wrapped. Ben regarded them as off-limits.
This year, Shanks mused, he might not manage to give him a single surprise. He’d already considered letting one of his crew wrap them, but that left them vulnerable to Ben’s alcohol-fueled prying. And he was too smart to fall for mislabeled gifts. And then it hit him. He chuckled. It was just too perfect! He’d just let Ben wrap his own presents. The man was too suspicious to actually believe Shanks intended them for his real gifts. Yes, he’d technically know in advance, but he wouldn’t know that he knew. Plus he’d go crazy trying to find the other, non-existent presents he’d assume Shanks would have hidden. The look on his face Christmas morning was going to be priceless.
Title: Mistletoe – Akagami Style
Pairing: Ben/Shanks
Rating: PG
Word Count: 299
The akagami pirates observed many holiday traditions, although often with their own special twists. A favored tradition involved the humble mistletoe. It had all started when Yassop joined the crew. That first Christmas, missing Bankina, he decided to continue the tradition she’d taught him. On the all-male ship, the mistletoe had initially caused much consternation and then much amusement. The crew had turned it into a challenge to trick their fellows into compromising positions, placing wagers and setting traps.
Shanks established two special prizes related to the mistletoe. The first went to the man who managed to be the last caught beneath the foliage. And the second went to the pirate who captured the captain’s lips most often. The prize for avoiding the mistletoe was a bottle of wine from Shanks’ private stash, something always worthy of savoring. No one knew what exactly the other prize entailed, because Shanks kept it a secret and Ben wasn’t telling. He always won, even on the years Shanks purposefully tried to elude him.
This year, though, he had stiff competition. The newest recruits were eager to prove themselves, even in this unusual manner. With two minutes to go before Christmas officially started, Ben was tied with Rockstaa. Everyone was on deck, the celebration starting early. Booze was flowing and Shanks grinned cheekily at his first mate.
“Losin’ yer edge, aren’cha? There’s nowhere ta hang the mistletoe here on deck. Never hadda tie before.”
Ben just smiled. “Look up.” Shanks blinked, mouth gaping at the massive sprig Yassop was currently maneuvering over his head from the crow’s nest, courtesy of a fishing pole. The first mate gave him a thumb’s up, before claiming Shanks’ parted lips. Two-and-a-half minutes later, surrounded by the cheering crew, he let him up for air.
“Merry Christmas, Captain.”
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Date: 2004-12-26 04:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-26 04:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-26 05:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-26 06:08 pm (UTC)Story 1: Niiice! Someone's gotta draw that, man!
Story 2: Cute. ^_^
Story 3: I love it! Making him wrap his own gifts--that's devious!
Story 4: Ah, mistletoe. You can't go wrong with a good mistletoe story. ^_^
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Date: 2004-12-26 07:48 pm (UTC)I <3 them all, but that last one...
*melty goo*
That is I.
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Date: 2004-12-27 07:20 am (UTC)XD
Date: 2004-12-28 07:57 am (UTC)XD Fishing pole!!! That's great!!! Mistletoe is great for plot. X3 I love it!