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Oct. 8th, 2008 08:12 pmThis is the part where I run away before I'm shot.
Title: Do Not Disturb (Already Disturbed)
Topic: Door
Word Count: 245
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Mihawk/Shanks/Ben
Disclaimer/Warnings: VERY quickly written crack, and Garp, who needs a warning all by himself.
Summary: Special delivery, via Vice-Admiral Express. And when I say Vice-Admiral, I mean it.
Mihawk was busy taste-testing Shanks' cock when the door to the cabin exploded inwards, followed by a jovial Vice Admiral.
"Sorry to interrupt, shitheads!" he grinned, waving a sheet of (crumpled, tea-stained) paper. "Message from the Government!"
Ben closed his eyes, distinctly unaroused now, and pulled himself out of his Captain. It was, he knew, going to be one of those days.
Beaming like a(nother) loon, Shanks waved at the Marine. "For me?"
"Not for a doody-brained pirate," apologised Garp, "just for the Shitty-bukai."
"Oom-uzy," the recipient replied pointedly, eyes narrowing as his tongue continued its work.
Garp waved a hand negligently, apparently not caring about the chain-mounted cannonball he was holding, which smashed through a wall. There were several screams from outside. "Oh, fuck you, pirate scum. I'm inviting you to my grandson's execution, and all you can say is 'Oom-uzy'? Shit, kids these days. No respect. Look, I'll leave it here – got people to blow up!" He threw the now-balled-up paper at Mihawk (hitting him in the eye) and left, his weapon smashing through several floorboards on the way out.
"Well," Shanks said brightly, reaching for the paper, "that was nice of him to visit. We should ask him to join us, next time."
Strangely, during the time it took them to get to Marineford, all the beer went missing. Ben was the only one on board who found his Captain's distress cathartic.
Though that might just have been all the comfort sex.
Title: Do Not Disturb (Already Disturbed)
Topic: Door
Word Count: 245
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Mihawk/Shanks/Ben
Disclaimer/Warnings: VERY quickly written crack, and Garp, who needs a warning all by himself.
Summary: Special delivery, via Vice-Admiral Express. And when I say Vice-Admiral, I mean it.
Mihawk was busy taste-testing Shanks' cock when the door to the cabin exploded inwards, followed by a jovial Vice Admiral.
"Sorry to interrupt, shitheads!" he grinned, waving a sheet of (crumpled, tea-stained) paper. "Message from the Government!"
Ben closed his eyes, distinctly unaroused now, and pulled himself out of his Captain. It was, he knew, going to be one of those days.
Beaming like a(nother) loon, Shanks waved at the Marine. "For me?"
"Not for a doody-brained pirate," apologised Garp, "just for the Shitty-bukai."
"Oom-uzy," the recipient replied pointedly, eyes narrowing as his tongue continued its work.
Garp waved a hand negligently, apparently not caring about the chain-mounted cannonball he was holding, which smashed through a wall. There were several screams from outside. "Oh, fuck you, pirate scum. I'm inviting you to my grandson's execution, and all you can say is 'Oom-uzy'? Shit, kids these days. No respect. Look, I'll leave it here – got people to blow up!" He threw the now-balled-up paper at Mihawk (hitting him in the eye) and left, his weapon smashing through several floorboards on the way out.
"Well," Shanks said brightly, reaching for the paper, "that was nice of him to visit. We should ask him to join us, next time."
Strangely, during the time it took them to get to Marineford, all the beer went missing. Ben was the only one on board who found his Captain's distress cathartic.
Though that might just have been all the comfort sex.
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Date: 2008-10-08 11:48 pm (UTC)I LOVE YOU!
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Date: 2008-10-09 09:46 pm (UTC)Hm... I'll remove it if said person doesn't want me to have it *shrug* but I just lurve Usopp! YAY!
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