CHAOS THREAD. DRABBLE TIME!!!

[silverwolfcc]

Here's how it works:

I give a prompt, people reply with drabbles filling the prompt and then prompt someone new at the end.

I'll probably write One Piece, but you can ask for other fandoms/things just realize they might be harder to fill. If you ask for RP-centric ones that I know I'll try to fill those easier than fandom ;) THIS CAN BE SHOWN TO ANYONE AND LINKED ALL OVER AND HAVE OTHERS JOIN IN.

SO. Keep that in mind and if you're gonna write anything over PG-13, mark it up top \o/ That way I know what to read j/k or am I


First Prompt:
Cold rain

Comments

Don't Judge me. I was just already thinking of doing a fic/drabble with this orz

[silverwolfcc]

Marco crouched on top of the Straw-Hat House's rooftop. He prided himself on his strength, his courage, his tenacity, but he'd always known he wasn't as brave as Ace. If he was, he'd be inside telling the woman he loved all the things he was dying to say instead of sitting on the roof, letting his heart sing them in a way only he could hear.

He started with a whistle. If he couldn't express words, he could at least sing a phoenix song about the emotions he was so bad at expressing. Soon, when his voice was strong enough, he steeled himself and hopped down to her window to be let in.

"It doesn't matter what happens," he explained to her before she could figure out what he was up to and stop him. "Stay, go, kidnappings, home, wars or fights. Whether you decide to never speak to me again or not, I'll always love you. Come what may."

She didn't seem ready to shove him out the window at least, so he figured he had to be doing okay so far. He actually flushed a little, switched his wings out for human arms. "I even wrote you a song... I mean I'm not a musician, so it's pretty terrible, but--" she surprised him by cutting him off with a kiss.

"Come what may," she muttered softly in return.


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Breathless

judging

[toujoursfluer]

Ace was born knowing how to survive. He remembers he's been told that shortly after his birth he'd kept quiet at strange footsteps, went still at the sight of Marines passing by, except for the one Marine who held him in in huge hands and laughed and slept and woke up again to watch him with wrinkles between his eyebrows. Someone, Ace couldn't remember who, had told him it was as if his mother had instilled that fear in him, that he had somehow absorbed it through her belly when he was tucked up--kept safe inside for nine months. Ten months. Twelve.

But Ace knew better. It hadn't been fear. It had been courage. It had been knowledge of how to carve his way though a world that didn't even think he should exist. To trust no one. To believe no one. Not even the little airheaded kid that had run in breathless circles around Garp, chirping like a cricket, full of grins and frowns and completely transparent, his whole stupid heart scrawled all over his face.

"I don't know, from what you say he sounds pretty harmless," Sabo said after they'd finished counting their daily haul.

"Doesn't mean I can't hate him." And who cared about the little brat anyway. Ace would forge his own way in the world. He could survive anything because he had the strength. Leave big grins and open hearts to kids who were too little to know any better. Ace was already a man.

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judgement