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120_minutenTeam: Mittelerde
Challenge: AU: Daemon (fürs Team)
Fandom: One Piece
Charaktere: Nico Robin+Strohhüte / Nakama-"shipping"
Wörter: ca. 1440
A/N: I'm back on my bullshit! -- Das letzte Mal One Piece habe ich 2014 geschrieben, aber Nostalgie is a hell of a drug! Und für Extra-Nostalgie gehen wir auch ganz weit zurück, zu Robins ersten Tagen in der Crew, nur mit Daemons weil es ja ohnehin schon zu wenig Charaktere sind. Die Namen der meisten habe ich für Lesbarkeit gestrichen. ;)
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fischgraete fürs Daemon-Brainstorming. Insbesondere für Lysops, der das Szenario da unten erst gestartet hat. :) Und verdammt habe ich viele Outtakes mit kleinen ZoSan-Daemon-Momenten.
When Robin had first joined the Straw Hat pirates, she had acted friendly but aloof and had mostly ignored the crew‘s antics. But she had carefully watched their daemons--and her daemon Aryash had in turn watched the humans. It was a strategy that had served them well so far: Humans lied to humans and daemons lied to daemons, but hardly ever the other way round.
It wasn't like they didn't trust the crew. In fact, it might have actually been that they trusted them too much already: They'd been interested in the Straw Hats in Whiskey Peak and fascinated by them in Arabasta. When Luffy fought Mr. Zero, Robin had watched a chatty mongoose attack the huge crocodile daemon, going directly for the throat, and had thought that she would do anything to protect that fearless little soul. Which was insane, she knew nothing about them. It could not be that simple and, so, they watched.
Of course, this being the Straw Hats, things didn't quite work as they had anticipated. Knowing that Nami's quick-witted and surprisingly playful shearwater daemon Ildri was female or that Sanji guarded the clever rat on his shoulder even more fiercely than his female crew mates told them about as much as the fact that Luffy's daemon Soleil hadn't settled yet (and evidently didn't plan to). Which was to say, it told them nothing at all.
Where the human Straw Hats were loud and exuberant and larger-than-life, their daemons were oddly colourless (quite literally so) and small, as if to make up for the fact that their humans already wore their hearts on their sleeves and made the Going Merry's quarters feel suffocating. Of course they were all still mourning the absence of a princess and a proud rhim gazelle. Even the scrappy grey cat, Jin, seemed to be sulking, cuddling up close to her companions, despite Zoro's insistence that their crew mates should be okay with the princess having left--or have made her stay.
"They're going to kill each other," Aryash hissed in Robin's ear and pointed one of his eight legs towards the swordsman smiling around his sword at the cook who pressed a hand against the deep cut in his left thigh.
"I'm going to fucking end you, shitty marimo!" he bellowed and Robin shook her head.
"I don't think so. Look."
She nodded her head in the direction of the railing overseeing the fight. Jin was napping in its shadow, curled up around the rat daemon who groomed the fur behind the cat's ears while Sanji's kicks bruised Zoro's ribs.
Soleil was as bright and loud as their captain and had the presence of a large lion whichever form she took. She stuck to small creatures, alternating fluidly between mongoose and capuchin monkey or matched one of her crew mates, turning into a red squirrel to race Usopp's grey one up the mast or a hooded gull to fly close to the waves with Ildri.
Robin and Aryash had been on the Merry for barely more than a week when Soleil approached Aryash in the shape of a tiny red house spider and effortlessly talked him into building web hammocks for them to nap in. Robin smiled at his token protest and the way Soleil managed to cuddle up to the black widow spider.
Apparently, Robin wasn't the only one being caught off-guard by the oddly charming Straw Hats.
Following her lead, the other daemons, or most of them, soon embraced Aryash in their midst, keeping track of him in the usual chaos, making sure he was okay after a short but violent encounter with a marine frigate. It should not have been that simple.
The fact that the swordsman and his cat daemon still mistrusted both of them was strangely comforting.
It took them embarrassingly long to notice the really important bits: Ildri diving after some screws that had been blown away by the wind and dropping them back in Usopp's thoughtlessly outstretched hand. Sanji feeding almonds to Usopp's squirrel at the dinner table. Chopper cuddling with Zoro and the cat during a lazy afternoon nap on the deck.
"He--" Aryash shuffled a bit closer to Robin's ear and whispered "He touches the others' daemons." He didn't sound quite as indignant as he doubtlessly had intended.
"As our dear doctor is not human and has no daemon himself, I believe this doesn't carry quite the same weight," Robin suggested and tried not to smile too widely at the way the cat started purring when Chopper's hoof fell softly on her head.
"I suppose," Aryash conceded.
But that wasn't all there was to it, they soon learned. Sometimes, after a particularly stormy day, maybe, the squirrel would climb into the cook's hand instead of accepting individual almonds being pushed her way. Ildri avoided landing at all cost but when she did, it more often than not was on the brim of Luffy's hat or his outstretched arm. Jin would often sit on the crow's nest's railing, keeping watch with whoever was on duty, leaving Zoro to nap leaning against the mast. When the cook brought drinks out to Nami and Robin, the rat would stay behind to peer into Nami's book from the navigator's shoulder. And Soleil, well, Soleil probably didn‘t even know that touching another person's daemon was taboo and climbed all over them at the dinner table to steal their food.
It was disconcerting, to say the least.
When Soleil first ran up Robin's arm to jump to Usopp's plate from there, Robin had to excuse herself from the kitchen, shaking.
"It's always the daemons initiating the contact, isn't it?"
Aryash tilted his tiny body as if to mimic a person tilting their head. "It is. Does that make it better?"
"Maybe. Probably."
"I wonder... Would you mind, if I--?" He didn't finish the question. He didn't need to.
"The doctor? Not at all. The others--" She didn't know what to say. In a past life she wouldn't have let anyone see Aryash. Ever. Introducing him to the crew had been her first show of good will which had been rewarded with Usopp and his squirrel rolling over themselves in excitement and the cook going very, very pale before retreating into the kitchen, rat und cat daemon snickering behind him.
The thought of Aryash touching anyone should horrify her and, yet, she didn't know. Robin didn't like not knowing things. She liked the vague feeling that, really, she did know, even less. "Would you want to?"
"I don't know." Aryash's voice was unsually quiet. "It's not that easy..."
Robin didn't say anything for a long while, just stared out into the night. "Do you think it was a mistake to join the crew?"
"Do you think it might be the best thing we have ever done?"
She didn't know. But then again, neither did Aryash.
When half a city rained down around her in the ruins of ancient Shandora, she didn't need to know, didn't even need to think about it. Robin just reached out with her flower arms and caught the grey cat tumbling down from the heavens and then cradled her close to her chest to protect her from the falling debris.
"Where is your swordsman?"
Jin just blinked up at her from green eyes and then a boulder was lifted on Robin's right and Zoro, holding the unconscious Chopper, emerged. He took one look at his soul cradled in her arms and before Robin could apologize or, really, say anything, he nodded. "Thanks." The cat butted her head against Robin's arm and purred. And Robin's heart stopped, just for a beat.
"Maybe it's as simple as that," Aryash suggested and Jin snorted before jumping down to the ground.
Later, when they stood side by side in front of a self-proclaimed god, Zoro looked at Robin. "What do you think?" he asked in the same tone of voice he used with his nakama, the one that made it abundantly clear that he would follow whatever she said, sure of it because he already knew the answer.
Of course he knew, Aryash was sitting on his hand, front leg outstretched like Zoro's sword arm. Jin stood by Robin's feet, fur bristling, and they all pretended they didn't see Ildri circling over them with the old knight's crane and the Shandia's bearded vulture.
And Robin smiled. "It's not going to be me," she said, knowing that when the god would inevitably smite her, Zoro would catch her. Nami would figure things out. Luffy would come for them.
It really was as simple as that.
Challenge: AU: Daemon (fürs Team)
Fandom: One Piece
Charaktere: Nico Robin+Strohhüte / Nakama-"shipping"
Wörter: ca. 1440
A/N: I'm back on my bullshit! -- Das letzte Mal One Piece habe ich 2014 geschrieben, aber Nostalgie is a hell of a drug! Und für Extra-Nostalgie gehen wir auch ganz weit zurück, zu Robins ersten Tagen in der Crew, nur mit Daemons weil es ja ohnehin schon zu wenig Charaktere sind. Die Namen der meisten habe ich für Lesbarkeit gestrichen. ;)
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fischgraete fürs Daemon-Brainstorming. Insbesondere für Lysops, der das Szenario da unten erst gestartet hat. :) When Robin had first joined the Straw Hat pirates, she had acted friendly but aloof and had mostly ignored the crew‘s antics. But she had carefully watched their daemons--and her daemon Aryash had in turn watched the humans. It was a strategy that had served them well so far: Humans lied to humans and daemons lied to daemons, but hardly ever the other way round.
It wasn't like they didn't trust the crew. In fact, it might have actually been that they trusted them too much already: They'd been interested in the Straw Hats in Whiskey Peak and fascinated by them in Arabasta. When Luffy fought Mr. Zero, Robin had watched a chatty mongoose attack the huge crocodile daemon, going directly for the throat, and had thought that she would do anything to protect that fearless little soul. Which was insane, she knew nothing about them. It could not be that simple and, so, they watched.
Of course, this being the Straw Hats, things didn't quite work as they had anticipated. Knowing that Nami's quick-witted and surprisingly playful shearwater daemon Ildri was female or that Sanji guarded the clever rat on his shoulder even more fiercely than his female crew mates told them about as much as the fact that Luffy's daemon Soleil hadn't settled yet (and evidently didn't plan to). Which was to say, it told them nothing at all.
Where the human Straw Hats were loud and exuberant and larger-than-life, their daemons were oddly colourless (quite literally so) and small, as if to make up for the fact that their humans already wore their hearts on their sleeves and made the Going Merry's quarters feel suffocating. Of course they were all still mourning the absence of a princess and a proud rhim gazelle. Even the scrappy grey cat, Jin, seemed to be sulking, cuddling up close to her companions, despite Zoro's insistence that their crew mates should be okay with the princess having left--or have made her stay.
"They're going to kill each other," Aryash hissed in Robin's ear and pointed one of his eight legs towards the swordsman smiling around his sword at the cook who pressed a hand against the deep cut in his left thigh.
"I'm going to fucking end you, shitty marimo!" he bellowed and Robin shook her head.
"I don't think so. Look."
She nodded her head in the direction of the railing overseeing the fight. Jin was napping in its shadow, curled up around the rat daemon who groomed the fur behind the cat's ears while Sanji's kicks bruised Zoro's ribs.
Soleil was as bright and loud as their captain and had the presence of a large lion whichever form she took. She stuck to small creatures, alternating fluidly between mongoose and capuchin monkey or matched one of her crew mates, turning into a red squirrel to race Usopp's grey one up the mast or a hooded gull to fly close to the waves with Ildri.
Robin and Aryash had been on the Merry for barely more than a week when Soleil approached Aryash in the shape of a tiny red house spider and effortlessly talked him into building web hammocks for them to nap in. Robin smiled at his token protest and the way Soleil managed to cuddle up to the black widow spider.
Apparently, Robin wasn't the only one being caught off-guard by the oddly charming Straw Hats.
Following her lead, the other daemons, or most of them, soon embraced Aryash in their midst, keeping track of him in the usual chaos, making sure he was okay after a short but violent encounter with a marine frigate. It should not have been that simple.
The fact that the swordsman and his cat daemon still mistrusted both of them was strangely comforting.
It took them embarrassingly long to notice the really important bits: Ildri diving after some screws that had been blown away by the wind and dropping them back in Usopp's thoughtlessly outstretched hand. Sanji feeding almonds to Usopp's squirrel at the dinner table. Chopper cuddling with Zoro and the cat during a lazy afternoon nap on the deck.
"He--" Aryash shuffled a bit closer to Robin's ear and whispered "He touches the others' daemons." He didn't sound quite as indignant as he doubtlessly had intended.
"As our dear doctor is not human and has no daemon himself, I believe this doesn't carry quite the same weight," Robin suggested and tried not to smile too widely at the way the cat started purring when Chopper's hoof fell softly on her head.
"I suppose," Aryash conceded.
But that wasn't all there was to it, they soon learned. Sometimes, after a particularly stormy day, maybe, the squirrel would climb into the cook's hand instead of accepting individual almonds being pushed her way. Ildri avoided landing at all cost but when she did, it more often than not was on the brim of Luffy's hat or his outstretched arm. Jin would often sit on the crow's nest's railing, keeping watch with whoever was on duty, leaving Zoro to nap leaning against the mast. When the cook brought drinks out to Nami and Robin, the rat would stay behind to peer into Nami's book from the navigator's shoulder. And Soleil, well, Soleil probably didn‘t even know that touching another person's daemon was taboo and climbed all over them at the dinner table to steal their food.
It was disconcerting, to say the least.
When Soleil first ran up Robin's arm to jump to Usopp's plate from there, Robin had to excuse herself from the kitchen, shaking.
"It's always the daemons initiating the contact, isn't it?"
Aryash tilted his tiny body as if to mimic a person tilting their head. "It is. Does that make it better?"
"Maybe. Probably."
"I wonder... Would you mind, if I--?" He didn't finish the question. He didn't need to.
"The doctor? Not at all. The others--" She didn't know what to say. In a past life she wouldn't have let anyone see Aryash. Ever. Introducing him to the crew had been her first show of good will which had been rewarded with Usopp and his squirrel rolling over themselves in excitement and the cook going very, very pale before retreating into the kitchen, rat und cat daemon snickering behind him.
The thought of Aryash touching anyone should horrify her and, yet, she didn't know. Robin didn't like not knowing things. She liked the vague feeling that, really, she did know, even less. "Would you want to?"
"I don't know." Aryash's voice was unsually quiet. "It's not that easy..."
Robin didn't say anything for a long while, just stared out into the night. "Do you think it was a mistake to join the crew?"
"Do you think it might be the best thing we have ever done?"
She didn't know. But then again, neither did Aryash.
When half a city rained down around her in the ruins of ancient Shandora, she didn't need to know, didn't even need to think about it. Robin just reached out with her flower arms and caught the grey cat tumbling down from the heavens and then cradled her close to her chest to protect her from the falling debris.
"Where is your swordsman?"
Jin just blinked up at her from green eyes and then a boulder was lifted on Robin's right and Zoro, holding the unconscious Chopper, emerged. He took one look at his soul cradled in her arms and before Robin could apologize or, really, say anything, he nodded. "Thanks." The cat butted her head against Robin's arm and purred. And Robin's heart stopped, just for a beat.
"Maybe it's as simple as that," Aryash suggested and Jin snorted before jumping down to the ground.
Later, when they stood side by side in front of a self-proclaimed god, Zoro looked at Robin. "What do you think?" he asked in the same tone of voice he used with his nakama, the one that made it abundantly clear that he would follow whatever she said, sure of it because he already knew the answer.
Of course he knew, Aryash was sitting on his hand, front leg outstretched like Zoro's sword arm. Jin stood by Robin's feet, fur bristling, and they all pretended they didn't see Ildri circling over them with the old knight's crane and the Shandia's bearded vulture.
And Robin smiled. "It's not going to be me," she said, knowing that when the god would inevitably smite her, Zoro would catch her. Nami would figure things out. Luffy would come for them.
It really was as simple as that.