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onepieceyaoi100Oh, and while I'm thinking about it...my own entry for "inner strength". Bah, this topic gave me trouble.
Title: Untitled
Word Count: 245
Pairing: Shanks/Ben
Rating: G
He was a lucky man. And he knew it. Although recent events might have observers saying otherwise. But, ultimately, Luffy was safe, and it wasn’t as if he had been incapacitated. Sure it was hard. More than hard if he was being honest with himself. He hurt, he forgot about the loss, he hadn’t figured out what, if any, his limitations were, and most of all, he didn’t want anything to change.
So nothing had, really. His crew still ragged on him, still laughed at him, with him, called him an idiot, bought him booze, and somehow managed to still respect him, without treating him like some kind of hero for what he had done. He appreciated it; they kept him feeling like himself. And Ben, that man had more fortitude than he had ever suspected.
If their situations had been reversed, he’d have been fawning all over him, playing nursemaid, and more than likely driving Ben insane. But his first mate kept his mouth shut, acted as if he was still whole, and generally treated him like an idiot, just like always. He’d only caught him staring at him twice. Thankfully it hadn’t been pity - he couldn’t stand that. The sadness was almost as bad, though, an expression he never wanted to see again. So far he’d been obliged. And if his crew was as strong as he was finally fully realizing, well, he’d see to it that they were never given another reason.
Title: Untitled
Word Count: 245
Pairing: Shanks/Ben
Rating: G
He was a lucky man. And he knew it. Although recent events might have observers saying otherwise. But, ultimately, Luffy was safe, and it wasn’t as if he had been incapacitated. Sure it was hard. More than hard if he was being honest with himself. He hurt, he forgot about the loss, he hadn’t figured out what, if any, his limitations were, and most of all, he didn’t want anything to change.
So nothing had, really. His crew still ragged on him, still laughed at him, with him, called him an idiot, bought him booze, and somehow managed to still respect him, without treating him like some kind of hero for what he had done. He appreciated it; they kept him feeling like himself. And Ben, that man had more fortitude than he had ever suspected.
If their situations had been reversed, he’d have been fawning all over him, playing nursemaid, and more than likely driving Ben insane. But his first mate kept his mouth shut, acted as if he was still whole, and generally treated him like an idiot, just like always. He’d only caught him staring at him twice. Thankfully it hadn’t been pity - he couldn’t stand that. The sadness was almost as bad, though, an expression he never wanted to see again. So far he’d been obliged. And if his crew was as strong as he was finally fully realizing, well, he’d see to it that they were never given another reason.
