Forts and Places of Refuge
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onepieceyaoi100Such an inspiring topic ^^
Title: Fort
Pairing: Vague ZoLu
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
No towels, and hadn’t he just tossed a whole batch of clean ones into the cubbyhole last night? Laundry duty sucked, and there was no way he was washing those towels again. Muttering, he rubbed his hair with the lone remaining hand towel as he walked back to the men’s quarters. He paused outside the door, listening to the strange commands being issued.
“Raise that higher, and connect it to the ceiling. If we’re to be impenetrable, there can be no chinks in our construction.”
Usopp’s voice carried, and he was pretty sure he heard Chopper and Luffy replying. He’d opened the door a mere foot when the reindeer popped up under his feet.
“Halt! Are you friend or foe?”
“What?”
“F,friend or foe. So I know if you can enter the fort.”
Zoro opened the door a little wider. And there were his towels, along with all the bed linen on the ship. He thought he saw Sanji’s tablecloth and a bit of sail as well. The mixed batch of fabric was strung up across the room, forming a low-hanging tent-like structure. Zoro eyed the fort dubiously as he crossed the threshold.
“Friend.”
And then he flopped on the couch, seemingly asleep except that he kept cracking an eyelid to watch the activities. After an hour or so of construction, a pitched pillow battle, and an involved story of Usopp’s prior fortresses, the sniper and reindeer left in order to ‘requisition rations.’ No sooner had they gone than Luffy had grabbed Zoro’s arm, pulling him inside to land on the mound of cushions. The light was a soft blue from the sheet-ceiling, and all was soft and warm. Luffy grinned at him.
“I’m recruitin’ you to help guard.”
Zoro grumbled, but burrowed down next to Luffy all the same.
Title: Refuge
Pairing: Ben/Shanks
Rating: G
Word Count: 227
Notes: Sap (& lame)
There were three points of refuge in his life. The first, most obviously, was the ship. It was his home, it was where he worked (if one considered piracy to be a job), it was where he spent most of his time. Homecoming was the first view of the sail and its mark as he rounded the curve or climbed to the top of a rise. It was especially good when he was on the run or dragging an inebriated friend back from the bars.
The second was books. All his life the printed word had provided him with comfort. Reading brought him peace of mind; relaxed and yet also engaged him and helped while away untold hours spent crossing an empty ocean.
And then there was the captain. If the ship was his physical home and books his mental fortress, then Shanks was his emotional shelter. The man had a way of winning hearts, but he’d outright stolen his. And then he’d kept it, surrounding it with the overgrown hedgemaze of his personality, keeping him so lost he’d given up trying to get it back.
When he thought about it, which, given his reflective nature, was more often than not, he marveled at how fortunate he was. For all his daily trials, his means of escape were close. And wherever he went, they were always there.
Gah, this is pathetically sappy...I’m sorry. But, I like the overgrown hedgemaze part so I decided to throw it up here anyway.
Title: Fort
Pairing: Vague ZoLu
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
No towels, and hadn’t he just tossed a whole batch of clean ones into the cubbyhole last night? Laundry duty sucked, and there was no way he was washing those towels again. Muttering, he rubbed his hair with the lone remaining hand towel as he walked back to the men’s quarters. He paused outside the door, listening to the strange commands being issued.
“Raise that higher, and connect it to the ceiling. If we’re to be impenetrable, there can be no chinks in our construction.”
Usopp’s voice carried, and he was pretty sure he heard Chopper and Luffy replying. He’d opened the door a mere foot when the reindeer popped up under his feet.
“Halt! Are you friend or foe?”
“What?”
“F,friend or foe. So I know if you can enter the fort.”
Zoro opened the door a little wider. And there were his towels, along with all the bed linen on the ship. He thought he saw Sanji’s tablecloth and a bit of sail as well. The mixed batch of fabric was strung up across the room, forming a low-hanging tent-like structure. Zoro eyed the fort dubiously as he crossed the threshold.
“Friend.”
And then he flopped on the couch, seemingly asleep except that he kept cracking an eyelid to watch the activities. After an hour or so of construction, a pitched pillow battle, and an involved story of Usopp’s prior fortresses, the sniper and reindeer left in order to ‘requisition rations.’ No sooner had they gone than Luffy had grabbed Zoro’s arm, pulling him inside to land on the mound of cushions. The light was a soft blue from the sheet-ceiling, and all was soft and warm. Luffy grinned at him.
“I’m recruitin’ you to help guard.”
Zoro grumbled, but burrowed down next to Luffy all the same.
Title: Refuge
Pairing: Ben/Shanks
Rating: G
Word Count: 227
Notes: Sap (& lame)
There were three points of refuge in his life. The first, most obviously, was the ship. It was his home, it was where he worked (if one considered piracy to be a job), it was where he spent most of his time. Homecoming was the first view of the sail and its mark as he rounded the curve or climbed to the top of a rise. It was especially good when he was on the run or dragging an inebriated friend back from the bars.
The second was books. All his life the printed word had provided him with comfort. Reading brought him peace of mind; relaxed and yet also engaged him and helped while away untold hours spent crossing an empty ocean.
And then there was the captain. If the ship was his physical home and books his mental fortress, then Shanks was his emotional shelter. The man had a way of winning hearts, but he’d outright stolen his. And then he’d kept it, surrounding it with the overgrown hedgemaze of his personality, keeping him so lost he’d given up trying to get it back.
When he thought about it, which, given his reflective nature, was more often than not, he marveled at how fortunate he was. For all his daily trials, his means of escape were close. And wherever he went, they were always there.
Gah, this is pathetically sappy...I’m sorry. But, I like the overgrown hedgemaze part so I decided to throw it up here anyway.
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Date: 2004-07-30 05:23 pm (UTC)The Ben 'N Shanks one was great too.
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Date: 2004-07-30 06:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-30 07:09 pm (UTC)And lemme just say "Awwwwwwww..." for the second one. ^_^ I'm a fan.
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Date: 2004-07-30 11:37 pm (UTC)The second one just turned me to mush.
Have I mentioned how much I love your writing?
-k.
on behalf of all fort builders...
Date: 2004-07-31 10:21 pm (UTC)Best use of the shelter idea! Sheet forts rock!
Ben/Shanks was berry sweet, you write that pair well
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Date: 2004-08-02 11:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-03 10:52 pm (UTC)no subject
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