One Piece Fic!
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themegalooI think I always write fic when I really mean to be updating about 29387529835 other things. Oops. You get fic instead. Because Michelle wanted it. :D So yeah.
Title: Walk into a Bar
Pairing: Kid/Law/Luffy! It had to happen eventually.
Rated: I don't do ratings. PG?
Word count: 888 [LOL]
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Summary/prompt: Three pirate captains walk into a bar...
The story starts simply: Three pirate captains walk into a bar.
Except it’s not usually a question of walking. Not when you’re a pirate captain with an enormous bounty on your head. Lesser men would hide from the public, from their faces plastered over every town on every island large enough to even have a bar.
But this story is not about lesser men.
--
Eustass Kid owns everything he touches, or at least he likes to think so. And not many people really live long enough to win the argument. When he walks into a bar, he owns it. Uses it. Probably spits it out like so much used gum afterwards. It doesn’t matter. He has more important things to do, and people in bars tend to be immensely stupid.
Trafalgar Law doesn’t walk, he saunters. Hands in his pockets, back rolled, lazy smile never leaving his lips. Tattooed, relaxed, amused, and ready with a middle finger to throw at anyone deserving a quick “fuck you.” That’s Trafalgar Law. He’s everything Kid isn’t and yet everything he is all at the same time. But you’d probably get the finger if you tried to tell him that.
Monkey D. Luffy is never anything but Monkey D. Luffy. He’s fast, energetic and true to his instincts. Walking is too slow, especially when a bar with food is at the other end of his path. Walking, therefore, is not an option. When he “walks into a bar,” it’s the bar that says “ouch!” and rubs its head from the sheer force of his presence. And the black hole that masquerades as his stomach.
--
Three pirate captains walk into a bar. Walking in, they’re nothing but three pirate captains. Powerful? Yes. Determined? Undeniably. Invincible?
Well, that’s the question, isn’t it?
--
After a few rounds (beer for Kid, vodka for Law, meat for Luffy), it’s comfortable. It was always comfortable, really, because there is no argument between them here, no race. Though one would wonder while watching the speed at which the bar was being emptied of supplies if that were really true. But comfort is initially the lack of awkwardness, which none of them have ever really dealt with. Confidence, there is certainly no lack of confidence, which leads to a certain level of comfort.
But after a few rounds, they could almost be friends. They’ve been traveling the Grand Line for months to reach this point. They’ve been different places, experienced different things; but they have that, at least, in common. A common goal, a similar journey. It’s a starting point, nothing more.
But then after a while, Kid’s coat is folded carefully over his chair, Law’s smile seems just a bit more genuine and Luffy—well Luffy is Luffy. Will never be anything but Luffy, who smiles too much and is quickly distracted by all things exciting. They aren’t standing in front of a sea of marines, now. Now, Law and Kid with their powers are allowed to be downright cool. Which he says. Repeatedly.
It’s a friendship born of rivalry, of similar experience, of shared dreams. A bond, a pact. A very strange night in a bar.
--
Three pirate captains walk into a bar. Bars are for eating, for drinking and for talking. But manners aren’t really required.
It’s a good thing they aren’t required.
--
Luffy will never understand the purpose of table manners. It’s just far too easy to stretch his mouth as wide as it will go and put everything he can reach into it. It’s faster! It gets him more food! It looks disgusting. And why waste time swallowing before talking? It’s faster not to! More food! And still being able to talk to people in his desperate quest for meat! Table manners are overrated.
Kid lacks regard for human life. He sees goals, not the human obstacles before him and as a result, they simply fall. And that’s alright with him. When someone laughs at his dreams, it’s the last sound they’ll make, other than maybe a scream if he’s feeling particularly ill-mannered. He may have the highest bounty of the rookies, but that’s only because when it comes to manners, he finished bottom of the class. There’s something to be said for compensation.
Law might, perhaps, be the worst of them when it comes to manners. He looks like he knows all the rules, which he probably does. He has the smile and the relaxed attitude of someone who can roll with the punches and not care if a few of them sting. While the attitude is there beneath it, from the surface it seems inconsequential. He’s good at the image. Should be good at the manners. But he’s surprising in that. Because looks can be deceiving.
As the night progresses and last call has come and gone (with no effect, really—you just don’t call last call on Kid, Law and Luffy), it’s Law who stops Luffy’s hand loaded with more food halfway to his mouth with his own. It’s Law who cheerfully tells Kid “Fuck you” and answers the suggestive quirk of an eyebrow with a smile that could almost be seductive. And it’s Law who, in the end, pays for the room.
--
Three pirate captains walk into a bar.
A new world government walks out.
I know it's probably a bit off because, uh, HELLO, SORTA NEW CHARACTERS!! But I had to give it a shot. I couldn't resist. So be kind, please rewind? And comment. I would adore comments on this one. I could use some feedback!
Title: Walk into a Bar
Pairing: Kid/Law/Luffy! It had to happen eventually.
Rated: I don't do ratings. PG?
Word count: 888 [LOL]
For:
xredribbonSummary/prompt: Three pirate captains walk into a bar...
The story starts simply: Three pirate captains walk into a bar.
Except it’s not usually a question of walking. Not when you’re a pirate captain with an enormous bounty on your head. Lesser men would hide from the public, from their faces plastered over every town on every island large enough to even have a bar.
But this story is not about lesser men.
--
Eustass Kid owns everything he touches, or at least he likes to think so. And not many people really live long enough to win the argument. When he walks into a bar, he owns it. Uses it. Probably spits it out like so much used gum afterwards. It doesn’t matter. He has more important things to do, and people in bars tend to be immensely stupid.
Trafalgar Law doesn’t walk, he saunters. Hands in his pockets, back rolled, lazy smile never leaving his lips. Tattooed, relaxed, amused, and ready with a middle finger to throw at anyone deserving a quick “fuck you.” That’s Trafalgar Law. He’s everything Kid isn’t and yet everything he is all at the same time. But you’d probably get the finger if you tried to tell him that.
Monkey D. Luffy is never anything but Monkey D. Luffy. He’s fast, energetic and true to his instincts. Walking is too slow, especially when a bar with food is at the other end of his path. Walking, therefore, is not an option. When he “walks into a bar,” it’s the bar that says “ouch!” and rubs its head from the sheer force of his presence. And the black hole that masquerades as his stomach.
--
Three pirate captains walk into a bar. Walking in, they’re nothing but three pirate captains. Powerful? Yes. Determined? Undeniably. Invincible?
Well, that’s the question, isn’t it?
--
After a few rounds (beer for Kid, vodka for Law, meat for Luffy), it’s comfortable. It was always comfortable, really, because there is no argument between them here, no race. Though one would wonder while watching the speed at which the bar was being emptied of supplies if that were really true. But comfort is initially the lack of awkwardness, which none of them have ever really dealt with. Confidence, there is certainly no lack of confidence, which leads to a certain level of comfort.
But after a few rounds, they could almost be friends. They’ve been traveling the Grand Line for months to reach this point. They’ve been different places, experienced different things; but they have that, at least, in common. A common goal, a similar journey. It’s a starting point, nothing more.
But then after a while, Kid’s coat is folded carefully over his chair, Law’s smile seems just a bit more genuine and Luffy—well Luffy is Luffy. Will never be anything but Luffy, who smiles too much and is quickly distracted by all things exciting. They aren’t standing in front of a sea of marines, now. Now, Law and Kid with their powers are allowed to be downright cool. Which he says. Repeatedly.
It’s a friendship born of rivalry, of similar experience, of shared dreams. A bond, a pact. A very strange night in a bar.
--
Three pirate captains walk into a bar. Bars are for eating, for drinking and for talking. But manners aren’t really required.
It’s a good thing they aren’t required.
--
Luffy will never understand the purpose of table manners. It’s just far too easy to stretch his mouth as wide as it will go and put everything he can reach into it. It’s faster! It gets him more food! It looks disgusting. And why waste time swallowing before talking? It’s faster not to! More food! And still being able to talk to people in his desperate quest for meat! Table manners are overrated.
Kid lacks regard for human life. He sees goals, not the human obstacles before him and as a result, they simply fall. And that’s alright with him. When someone laughs at his dreams, it’s the last sound they’ll make, other than maybe a scream if he’s feeling particularly ill-mannered. He may have the highest bounty of the rookies, but that’s only because when it comes to manners, he finished bottom of the class. There’s something to be said for compensation.
Law might, perhaps, be the worst of them when it comes to manners. He looks like he knows all the rules, which he probably does. He has the smile and the relaxed attitude of someone who can roll with the punches and not care if a few of them sting. While the attitude is there beneath it, from the surface it seems inconsequential. He’s good at the image. Should be good at the manners. But he’s surprising in that. Because looks can be deceiving.
As the night progresses and last call has come and gone (with no effect, really—you just don’t call last call on Kid, Law and Luffy), it’s Law who stops Luffy’s hand loaded with more food halfway to his mouth with his own. It’s Law who cheerfully tells Kid “Fuck you” and answers the suggestive quirk of an eyebrow with a smile that could almost be seductive. And it’s Law who, in the end, pays for the room.
--
Three pirate captains walk into a bar.
A new world government walks out.
I know it's probably a bit off because, uh, HELLO, SORTA NEW CHARACTERS!! But I had to give it a shot. I couldn't resist. So be kind, please rewind? And comment. I would adore comments on this one. I could use some feedback!
