No Place Like It
Another drabble thing I wrote for hosio aaaaages ago. You can tell it was for her, because it's disgustingly fluffy at the end, by my standards at least. Written for her prompt "Ace saying, 'Welcome back home'".
Info: Drabble
Status: Complete, 450 words
Genre: General
Rating: T
Pairing: Smoker/Ace
Summary: Smoker contemplates what a home means to him.
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No Place Like It
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Loguetown: the beginning and the end.
Smoker always felt that it was aptly named. After all, it was the place of Gol D. Roger's birth, the starting point of his infamous journey around the Grand Line, and also where his life finally ended.
But to Smoker, the city's nickname held a more personal significance.
Loguetown was Smoker's birthplace. It was difficult growing up near Reverse Mountain, as many pirates traversed there in order to go to the Grand Line. After seeing all the pain and suffering lawlessness caused in his hometown, it was no surprise that Smoker chose to enforce Justice as a marine, and he left once he was able to in order to pursue his goal.
Smoker was forced to return after a rather unfortunate career choice. (Oh well, the corrupt bastard had it coming anyways.) He hated being confined to one place, especially the cushy position of Loguetown. He missed the thrill of the chase; pirates trying to enter the Grand Line were paltry prey not worth his time, and he felt the job was beneath him. It wasn't arrogance, it was fact.
But then that fool Straw Hat came along, upending everything from order to beliefs, and Smoker gladly took on the challenge of hunting down the boy with Roger's smile. He was happy to be free, dammit, from the city he refused to remain in. It was the town of 'the beginning and the end', not the town of 'wasting time in the middle'. Smoker was a man of action, and the Grand Line was the place for him.
Although Loguetown was where Smoker was born, to him it was never his home. His home was his ship while it was sailing the Grand Line, with all its adventure and excitement and wonder and dreams. It was the place where he belonged, and he would stay there for as long as he could.
Because the Grand Line was beautiful and beguiling in its strangeness. And Smoker couldn't help but appreciate it even more after finding a person he certainly would not have met anywhere else in the world.
"Welcome back home, Smoker," Ace said, laughing and sitting on the marine's bed without a care in the world. And the pirate laughed all the harder when Smoker lightly pushed on Ace's bare shoulder, muttering that the D. was an idiot with no sense of appropriateness or timing. When gruffly asked why he was there, Ace replied with a question of his own: "What, I'm not allowed to say hello any more when you come back?"
"Fine, do whatever the hell you want," Smoker sighed. He dragged Ace into an awkward not-an-embrace, absently musing that his ship and the Grand Line were no longer his only homes; somehow, the freckled man had become a sort of 'home' as well.
And Smoker thought to himself, Home, sweet home.
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A/N: FLUFF! GET IT AWAY! -HISS- But seriously, reading this hurts my brain after writing X for a few months.
Info: Drabble
Status: Complete, 450 words
Genre: General
Rating: T
Pairing: Smoker/Ace
Summary: Smoker contemplates what a home means to him.
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No Place Like It
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Loguetown: the beginning and the end.
Smoker always felt that it was aptly named. After all, it was the place of Gol D. Roger's birth, the starting point of his infamous journey around the Grand Line, and also where his life finally ended.
But to Smoker, the city's nickname held a more personal significance.
Loguetown was Smoker's birthplace. It was difficult growing up near Reverse Mountain, as many pirates traversed there in order to go to the Grand Line. After seeing all the pain and suffering lawlessness caused in his hometown, it was no surprise that Smoker chose to enforce Justice as a marine, and he left once he was able to in order to pursue his goal.
Smoker was forced to return after a rather unfortunate career choice. (Oh well, the corrupt bastard had it coming anyways.) He hated being confined to one place, especially the cushy position of Loguetown. He missed the thrill of the chase; pirates trying to enter the Grand Line were paltry prey not worth his time, and he felt the job was beneath him. It wasn't arrogance, it was fact.
But then that fool Straw Hat came along, upending everything from order to beliefs, and Smoker gladly took on the challenge of hunting down the boy with Roger's smile. He was happy to be free, dammit, from the city he refused to remain in. It was the town of 'the beginning and the end', not the town of 'wasting time in the middle'. Smoker was a man of action, and the Grand Line was the place for him.
Although Loguetown was where Smoker was born, to him it was never his home. His home was his ship while it was sailing the Grand Line, with all its adventure and excitement and wonder and dreams. It was the place where he belonged, and he would stay there for as long as he could.
Because the Grand Line was beautiful and beguiling in its strangeness. And Smoker couldn't help but appreciate it even more after finding a person he certainly would not have met anywhere else in the world.
"Welcome back home, Smoker," Ace said, laughing and sitting on the marine's bed without a care in the world. And the pirate laughed all the harder when Smoker lightly pushed on Ace's bare shoulder, muttering that the D. was an idiot with no sense of appropriateness or timing. When gruffly asked why he was there, Ace replied with a question of his own: "What, I'm not allowed to say hello any more when you come back?"
"Fine, do whatever the hell you want," Smoker sighed. He dragged Ace into an awkward not-an-embrace, absently musing that his ship and the Grand Line were no longer his only homes; somehow, the freckled man had become a sort of 'home' as well.
And Smoker thought to himself, Home, sweet home.
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A/N: FLUFF! GET IT AWAY! -HISS- But seriously, reading this hurts my brain after writing X for a few months.