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“I believe in you.”

Four Word . Prompts   //   @fusshou​   //   CLOSED. 


GRAYISH HUES widened upon hearing those words and his head flipped upwards, emotions flickering through his paralyzed mimic as the raven kept staring at the first division commander. Memories were starting to haunt him — Voices were filling his mind. A heavy feeling settled down on his shoulders and he averted his gaze quickly as tears threatened to overtook his clear orbs. Someone was believing in him? He could hear his own heartbeat, quick and hard. A shaky sound slipped through his lips and he reached out, slowly and carefully, digits brushing over Marcos wrist. 

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                                    ❝       YOU REALLY believe in me?       ❞ 

HE COULDN’T help but ask, voice a mere shadow of its usual loud characteristic. Wrapping one hand softly around the blonds, the fire user stepped closer while chewing on his lower lip. His mimic was distant, haunted, as if he was lost and didn’t knew how to come back. A shiver ran down his back and the raven started shaking while a strong and strange feeling started to warm up his body but not his mind. 

                        DEMON.  DEMON.   I SHOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN BORN.   
                                        I AM UNWORTHY THEIR LOVE.  UNWORTHY TO BE HERE. 

SOMEONE SAID he was believing in him. The pirate gritted his teeth and pulled away from the darkness, tried to let go. He could hear himself asking if it would be bad if Gol D Roger had a son —– The answers were still hurting him, each word like a stab to his heart. But, those times were over. He had Pops now, he had his brothers and sisters, he had Luffy. He wasn’t alone. He never would be again, they wouldn’t let it happen. Ace knew Pops would never leave him again or throw him out. They had accepted him, accepted who he was without even showing any sights of disgust. He was their brother, a part of the family. The heavy feeling started to vanish again and a tear fell from his cheek, soaked into the yellow shirt. 

      THE PHOENIX  were different — His feelings for the man were different. Lifting his free hand to let his fingers run through his black bangs, he finally had the courage to look up again as well. Marco was his biggest anchor && made him feel worthy —- Worthy to be loved by someone and to love others. Worthy to be alive. Not able to hide the red tinge on his freckled cheeks, the younger one coughed embarrassed by his own behavior but didn’t let go of the palm he was still holding, squeezing slightly. He was sure the man would’ve said something if he was bothered by it in anyway. 

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                   ❝        I MEAN.. Thank you, Marco…Can we go back now? I’m sure dinner is ready and I am already starving. That was unusual sappy of you… I never thought the almighty first division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates would say something like this.. Got ya, I guess.        ❞


                                                        I LOVE YOU. 

                        A GRIN broke suddenly free on his face and he chuckled wholeheartedly

 



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“Sorry, were you sleeping?”

Four Word . Prompts   //   @curlybrxws​   //   OPEN.

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                      ❝                    HM?  Nah, I was just… Thinking about some stuff… Something wrong or why do you wander around after midnight? Is Luffy demanding for food again? Lu has some weird eating habits…                     ❞     CHUCKLING the raven turned around to shot the cook a grin that didn’t reach his cobalt like orbs. 

 



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“You look really tired.”

Four Word . Prompts   //   @fusshou​   //   OPEN.

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                                      ❝             I AM really tired…           ❞     NOT CARING what anyone would might think, the raven leaned his head against Marcos shoulder and closed his cobalt like eyes slowly with a sigh slipping through his lips. He felt safe like this        The blonds scent calming his nerves.                   

                                         ❝            SAY WHEN I’m too heavy… I’ll just stay like this for a second, okay?              ❞    HE SLURRED and fell asleep slowly while the stars were shining down on them. It was a quiet night and they were supposed to have watch together but Ace hadn’t slept properly in a week and his Nakama was a soothing presence. He finally could let go of some tension and drifted into a dreamless and deep slumber. 

 



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“You’re a terrible cook.”

Four Word . Prompts   //   @fusshou​   //   OPEN. 

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                      ❝              I AM SORRY it didn’t taste you, almighty Pineapple… I tried my best okay? I am only human… And cooking is difficult.             ❞   A POUT formed on his lips and he scoffed, turned away with reddish cheeks. He had tried to cook for Marco out of an impulse but he should have seen this coming. His cooking was the worst. Crossing his arms before his chest, the Second Division commander lifted his gaze and met his Nakamas orbs         Grayish hues filled with defiance, chaotic like a storm on sea. He couldn’t deny that he was hurt nonetheless that Marco didn’t like it. 

 






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