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paxnirvana for being a teasing bitch, I offer up my SmoAce cherry. Please beat me with a jitte if I'm out of character, as I've never written these two before.
Title: Fear and Trust
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13 for language and implications.
Summary: Smoker is introspective, and Ace is...Ace.
Symbols. Smoker spent his life surrounded by them. The flag on his ship, the words on his jacket, the suffix his men called out after his name, the salutes and the uniforms and the chain of command—all symbols of the trust the world put in him to be good person, a just person, a moral person, a symbol in himself. Something more than human, better than human.
The brat in his bed was evidence enough that he had failed that precious trust.
He wondered why he did this, why he did something so monumentally stupid over and over again, what it was about Portgas D. Ace that made him temptation given flesh and flame. Deep down, he knew what it was.
The boy wasn’t afraid of him.
Fear laced the polite greetings civilians gave to him. Fear of the power he wielded, political, cursed, and physical. Little kids ran away from him in the street, for goodness’ sake.
Fear flickered in the backs of the eyes of his men even as they called out greetings or saluted him as he passed. They trusted him not to hurt them, but they knew that he could kill every person on this ship without much effort.
Tashigi was best at hiding it—she trusted him the most—but even she occasionally looked at him with something darker edging her normal respect, something that cut as deeply as her katana and with infinitely more force.
He’d managed to frighten Strawhat Luffy, a boy who was afraid of almost nothing, until all the rubber man would do when confronted with him was run. Only Luffy’s damnable luck and the intervention of outside forces had allowed the Strawhat brat to slip out of his fingers time and again.
Fear and trust. They defined Smoker’s life.
Ace sighed in his sleep, pointedly not giving a shit about the fact that Smoker could arrest him tonight on several dozen charges, shackle him in seastone, send him away to face trial, and have him dead inside of a month. Trust without fear.
Stupid. Disrespectful. Insulting.
And completely irresistible.
paxnirvana for being a teasing bitch, I offer up my SmoAce cherry. Please beat me with a jitte if I'm out of character, as I've never written these two before.Title: Fear and Trust
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13 for language and implications.
Summary: Smoker is introspective, and Ace is...Ace.
Symbols. Smoker spent his life surrounded by them. The flag on his ship, the words on his jacket, the suffix his men called out after his name, the salutes and the uniforms and the chain of command—all symbols of the trust the world put in him to be good person, a just person, a moral person, a symbol in himself. Something more than human, better than human.
The brat in his bed was evidence enough that he had failed that precious trust.
He wondered why he did this, why he did something so monumentally stupid over and over again, what it was about Portgas D. Ace that made him temptation given flesh and flame. Deep down, he knew what it was.
The boy wasn’t afraid of him.
Fear laced the polite greetings civilians gave to him. Fear of the power he wielded, political, cursed, and physical. Little kids ran away from him in the street, for goodness’ sake.
Fear flickered in the backs of the eyes of his men even as they called out greetings or saluted him as he passed. They trusted him not to hurt them, but they knew that he could kill every person on this ship without much effort.
Tashigi was best at hiding it—she trusted him the most—but even she occasionally looked at him with something darker edging her normal respect, something that cut as deeply as her katana and with infinitely more force.
He’d managed to frighten Strawhat Luffy, a boy who was afraid of almost nothing, until all the rubber man would do when confronted with him was run. Only Luffy’s damnable luck and the intervention of outside forces had allowed the Strawhat brat to slip out of his fingers time and again.
Fear and trust. They defined Smoker’s life.
Ace sighed in his sleep, pointedly not giving a shit about the fact that Smoker could arrest him tonight on several dozen charges, shackle him in seastone, send him away to face trial, and have him dead inside of a month. Trust without fear.
Stupid. Disrespectful. Insulting.
And completely irresistible.
