The Right Hand

Independent Multi-Fandom Multi-Muse account. This page is considered NSFW.

[ltenie]

To true friendship! - Bon Clay

[soulprompts]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀.

okay so i got like, three books delivered this week, and in anticipation i reread another book that i had, and lads, let me tell ye, it was like quicksand. so now i have a list, some from my head, many from my wonderful friends’ heads, of prompts that basically made us all very soft or very “pleasantly scandalized rich lady from the sixties who just found out a juicy bit of goss about the new neighbor”. i hope ye like them! (DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST. I WILL MAKE A PART TWO. AND THREE. AND FOUR. MANY MANY PARTS. EVENTUALLY. )

[ HAIR ]:          sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards. (if the receiver has short hair, then the sender reaches out and gently runs their fingers through their hair to smooth it back.)

[ CLOSE ]:          while standing remarkably close to one another, the sender is unable to stop themselves from running their gaze across the receiver’s body, lingering for a moment on their lips, before returning to initiate prolonged, intense eye contact.

[ CHIN ]:          as they stand close to one another, the sender hooks a finger and tenderly lifts the receiver’s chin, tilting it up so that they can look at one another, and running a thumb across their skin lightly.

[ THUMB ]:          while cupping the receiver’s cheek in their hand, the sender slowly glides their thumb across their cheekbone in a tender, sweeping caress.

[ WOUND ]:          upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.

[ INHALE ]:          while standing in very close quarters to the receiver, the sender shakily inhales with desire/anticipation as they realize how intimately close they are to one another.

[ DANCE ]:          when alone together (e.g. the bedroom, the kitchen, literally anywhere once they’re alone) the sender takes the receiver’s hand, and pulls them into a graceful yet intimate dance as a spontaneous act.

[ BARE ]:          as they get undressed, the sender gently places a soft, tender kiss against the receiver’s bare shoulder.

[ SCAR ]:          noticing a scar on the receiver’s skin, the sender tentatively stops them from covering it up, and rests a gentle, soft kiss over it.

[ FOREHEAD ]:          placing a hand on the back of the receiver’s neck, the sender guides them close and rests their foreheads together.

[ PALM ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender brings it to their mouth, and places a tender kiss against the receiver’s palm.

[ LINGER ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.

[ BEHIND ]:         upon entering the same room as the receiver, the sender steps behind them, and winds their arms around the receiver’s waist, drawing them close against them.

[ WAIT ]:          realizing the receiver is about to leave the room, the sender hastily reaches out and catches their wrist, preventing them from continuing their departure.

[ ARM ]:          after holding their hand, the sender releases the receiver, but slowly glides their hand up the full length of their arm, lingering on the upper arm, then the shoulder, then resting their touch against the side of their neck.

[ HOLD ]:          while close to the receiver, the sender wordlessly takes a hold of their hand, for no other purpose than to be holding it.

[ PLAY ]:          while sitting together, the sender absently lifts the receiver’s hand, idly running their fingertips across the lines of their palms, mapping out every inch of their hand with slow, lazy touches.

[ GUIDE ]:          in the process of guiding the receiver through a crowded place, the sender’s hand protectively grazes against the small of their back

[ TOUCH ]:          while touching the receiver’s waist, the sender’s hand briefly dips beneath the hem of their shirt, skimming briefly across the bare skin of their waist.

[ CUP ]:           bringing both hands up to cup the receiver’s face, the sender draws them in closer to them in order to get a better look at their face.

[ TUG ]:          the sender tugs the receiver close against them by resting a hand against the small of their back, pulling them flush against their body.

[ HUSH ]:          while standing close to one another and hiding from pursuers, the sender reaches up and places a finger against the receiver’s lips to prevent them from speaking and revealing their location.

[porche-chan]

Incredible.

[diablademon]

Yeah.

That was hot.

[leneemusing]

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS

feel free to edit pronouns as needed! content warning for some strong language,  threats and implied violence.

to each other:

❝  you’re mine. only mine.  ❞

❝  i’m all yours.  ❞

❝  mine.  ❞

❝  yours.  ❞

❝  we belong to each other.   ❞

❝  you belong to me.  ❞

❝  i belong to you.  only ever you.  ❞

❝  i just didn’t like the way they were looking at you.  like you weren’t mine.  ❞

❝  you know i’m yours,  right?  i only have eyes for you.  ❞

❝  no one else is ever gonna have a chance with me.  you’re it.  you’re all i want.  ❞

❝  i chose you.  and i need you to trust that my decision is final.  trust me.  ❞

❝  wait are you jealous?  ❞

❝  aw,  baby.  it’s cute when you’re jealous.  ❞

❝  i don’t like the way they keep staring at you.   ❞

❝  i don’t like how they keep staring at me.   ❞

❝  are they making you uncomfortable?  i can do something about it.  ❞

❝  no one should even get to look at you unless you want them to.  ❞

❝  stop—  it’s okay.  they’re not worth your anger.  just kiss me.  ❞

❝  stop saying i’m jealous.  i’m not—  i just.  i don’t like having to share. ❞

❝  i’m not jealous,  who said i’m jealous?  ❞

❝  well if i’m all yours then kiss me like it.  ❞

❝  show everyone who i belong to.  ❞

❝  i’m gonna remind them you’re mine.  ❞

❝  i want everyone here to see that you’re mine.  ❞

❝  i want everyone here to see that i’m yours.  ❞

❝  hey—  look at me.  why are you all upset?  ❞

❝  you can’t keep getting your feathers all ruffled when anyone else gives me attention.  ❞

❝  they don’t deserve you—  i don’t deserve you.  but at least i’m aware of it.  ❞

❝  i promise there’s no one else.  you have my heart completely.  ❞

❝  hey,  is this asshole bothering you?  ❞

❝  tell me you’re mine.  ❞

to a third party:

❝  get the fuck away from them!  ❞

❝  look at them like that again and you’ll won’t be seeing anything.  ❞

❝  don’t you dare touch them.  ❞

❝  yeah it’s time to walk the fuck away.  ❞

❝  you’re gonna lose a finger if you don’t get outta my sight right now.  ❞

❝  you heard them,  get lost.  ❞

❝  lucky for you,  i don’t wanna ruin their night.  but i see you sniffing around here again you might not be so fortunate.  ❞

❝  you wanna lose a limb?  beat it,  fucker.  ❞

❝  see,  i woulda left it alone.  but you made them fucking cry.  so now you’re gonna lose your eyes.  ❞

❝  hey,  they said ‘no.’  ❞

❝  hey asshole,  shut the fuck up or i’ll make you shut up.  ❞

❝  what did you just say to them,  you little shit?  ❞

❝  oh yeah.  now you’re all quiet.  not so bold when you’re not the toughest guy in the room,  huh?  ❞

❝  get lost.  ❞

❝  go.  ❞

❝  leave.  before my patience runs out.  ❞

❝  get the fuck outta their face.  ❞

❝  hey,  that’s enough.  ❞

actions:

[ CLAIM ]  for one muse to possessively place their hands on their shoulders or hips. 

[ HOLD ]  for one muse to slide their arm around the other in a possessive way. 

[ SHELTER ]  for one muse to lean into the other’s side or hug them to seek comfort from a crowd or individual while in public. 

[ STAKE ]  for one muse to protectively and/or possessively stand behind the other to intimidate a third party. 

[ RESCUE ]  for one muse to intervene upon seeing a third party making the other one uncomfortable. 

[ CHASE ]  for one muse to interrupt and make a third party leave the other alone out of jealousy/possessiveness. 

[ TENSION ]  for one muse to get in a fight on behalf of the other. 

[ STOP ]  for one muse to break up a fight which started because of them. 

[ MEND ]  for one muse to treat the other’s wounds they got from protecting them. 

[ SCOLD ]  for one muse to treat the other’s wounds they got from fighting over them. 

[ CARESS ]  for one muse to possessively kiss the other in public.

[ TAKE ]  for one muse to passionately kiss the other,  fueled by jealousy. 

[ TAUNT ]  for one muse to flirt with a third party to try and get the other to act possessively. 

[ REMIND ]  for our muses to have passionate sex meant to remind one party who they belong to. 

[ EMBRACE ]  for one muse to dominate the other due to possessiveness/jealousy. 

[ LINKED ]  for one muse to hold the other’s hand in public to stake claim. 

[ INTERTWINE ]  for one muse to hold the other’s hand in public in a comforting manner. 

[asca19416315]

ASL

[oneswordstyle]

Boogie Wonderland

[sanctus-aequitas]

!

[zolu-bs]

[sanctus-aequitas]

He'd been baited.

Oh, Ace knew better than to fall for such a dirty trick, had seen that trick shake the very foundation of the alliances, and here he was going toe to toe with Akainu anyway with all the anger and confidence that burned within him. It's not enough. Akainu knew that, and the first time Ace gets burned it's illuminating.

He's out of his depth.

Impel Down had ravaged his body, all power suppressed by sea stones leaving him with nothing to protect himself with, to heal himself with, as they drug him through every torture their sick souls could dream up. Maybe in top form he could handle this, think of some way to turn the tides in his favor, but he's tired and his arm hurts and he takes a beat too long to get back on his feet. Akainu is descending on him, arm bubbling, dripping and glowing a vicious red and just as flames lick over his skin in preparation for defense he is jolted, knocked out of the way just in time.

Then why does it still smell like burning flesh?

Twisting from where he'd landed on his front, he heart stutters in his chest. "NO!"

This pain. This is different. This claws at him from the inside out, shredding his soul. He'd been spared. Deuce had saved him.

[sanctus-aequitas]

There's something inherently different about looking at Deuce now as opposed to the bodies he's seen in the past. Those situations weren't…this. Deuce is here, lain bare beneath his hands and it's all for him. His to see, his to touch, his to…

Ace may not be able to channel his flames anymore but he feels like he's burning up. His hands shake slightly as the fall on the other's hips, thumbs fitting against the jut of bone with an ease that surprises him. Now, he's got an idea of what to do here, but only just that. He's touched no one except himself, too wrapped up in his ambitions and fears to give in to such trivial things, but he's listened to stories with a keen ear as he'd nursed a beer a time or two. The anatomy is different but there are similarities.

As he shifts to pull that material off completely and cast it aside, Ace settles himself between and draws up a leg with a hand hooked under the knee, lips touching to the inner thigh with reverence and trailing that limb until he can suck a mark into pale skin, where no one would know but him. It gives a little thrill knowing he can leave private little marks like this, just for them with no fear of judgement. That limb gets settled in the crook of his own arm, held up and open as he grabs for a vial and the pop cap is loud in the otherwise quiet. A little is dripped into a palm, fingers rolling to coat his hand and then he's curling them around the blue-haired man's member, giving a slow stroke.

[broken-shackles-deactivated2025]

@sanctus-aequitas    When the first commander saw what had happened to Thatch he was barely able to stop himself from seeing red. That man had nearly killed Thatch an made fools out of all of them. Took advantage of their trust, nearly killed a commander and family member all for a devil fruit that Thatch didn’t even want to eat. There was no need for this to happen! So that’s why the blonde couldn’t blame Ace for being angered by what was done to their family.   That’s why the first commander was coming along with him on this trip, if Ace was serious about doing this then he would need help and this way they could ensure that traitor does not come back.   A few days had passed since the two of them left the Moby Dick in the quiet of the night, not wanting anyone to stop them from what they were planning to do. With Ace being asleep right now as Striker was pushed along the ocean by the gentle waves Marco was awake with his own thoughts, smiling to himself as he rattled the small bird toy in his hand.   It was one of the many quirks and habits he obtained ever since he had eaten his devil fruit, having a zoan fruit made him pick up things like wanting things that attracted his attention for no reason at all. Or being rather picky on how he kept himself clean and hygienic, It was now a part of him that he grew into. However, he knew that if others found out about some of the things he did when he was by himself the phoenix would never be able to live it down.  That’s why the blonde had frozen up when he heard the creaking sound of someone stirring and slowly turned to see that Ace was indeed awake and Marco had been caught red handed in what he had been doing.

[sanctus-aequitas]

"Whoa, hey Feathers, watch your toes!" Toes? Claws? Whatever. The Striker is not a big vessel and he is not exactly able to just…sprout wings on a whim or whatever. If those talons did some damage while the First Commander was worked up and they sprung a leak…well, he'd be sinking like a rock right along with his beloved watercraft. He and Deuce spent a lot of effort on this…it was rather dear to him. Another treasure, his alone. Except this time it's not his first mate on board but another Commander.

The little scrap of metal is tucked away, safe in his pack which he slings over a shoulder, and Ace fixes the older man with a heated glare. "I'd shoot you, but if you fell overboard you'd be fucked. I can't fish you out." It's probably the only reason neither of them have done anything too rash if he's being honest. If the roles were reversed he'd definitely have considered a little light waterboarding as an acceptable response to the threat of exposure. They're very different people though, Marco is far more level-headed in all things except, as it seems, the integrity of the bond between the crew. Ace is on par with him at least in that respect.

"When we dock we'll put the word out that we're looking for Teach. If people know the Whitebeard Pirates are after him they'll probably cooperate." Not to mention Teach was probably kicking up a lot of dust wherever he'd settled, testing out and getting a firm grasp on his newly stolen powers. He never even got to hear what kind of fruit it was, they're flying blind right now as far as Teach's new abilities are concerned. It's a bit unsettling, as it must be something wretched if it was worth murdering a decades-old friend for. "We'll listen for devil fruit users too. Any we don't already know about."

[sanctus-aequitas]

He'd been baited.

Oh, Ace knew better than to fall for such a dirty trick, had seen that trick shake the very foundation of the alliances, and here he was going toe to toe with Akainu anyway with all the anger and confidence that burned within him. It's not enough. Akainu knew that, and the first time Ace gets burned it's illuminating.

He's out of his depth.

Impel Down had ravaged his body, all power suppressed by sea stones leaving him with nothing to protect himself with, to heal himself with, as they drug him through every torture their sick souls could dream up. Maybe in top form he could handle this, think of some way to turn the tides in his favor, but he's tired and his arm hurts and he takes a beat too long to get back on his feet. Akainu is descending on him, arm bubbling, dripping and glowing a vicious red and just as flames lick over his skin in preparation for defense he is jolted, knocked out of the way just in time.

Then why does it still smell like burning flesh?

Twisting from where he'd landed on his front, he heart stutters in his chest. "NO!"

This pain. This is different. This claws at him from the inside out, shredding his soul. He'd been spared. Deuce had saved him.

[sanctus-aequitas]

It's a little stilted, uncoordinated but in a good way as they move together so the thick material can be slid down and off, cast aside with little care as to where they'd land. He chuckles, a nervous sort of amusement as he shifts, left in only striped boxers and watching in rapt attention as Deuce works on his own pants, the movements more graceful initially but the removal of them took some shifting on both their parts before Ace could settle between long limbs once more.

He swallows, mouth suddenly feeling dry at the sight, and as Deuce fixes him with a look he snaps himself out of his decidedly heavy focus, leaning to allow hands and lips to map over flesh like he his very existence hinged on learning every inch of what had been lain bare before him. It's the greatest gift he's been given and he pours gratitude and devotion into every touch, near-worshipping the man beneath him. It's only when he reaches cotton that he stops, glancing up the length of Deuce's torso for permission he already knows he'll find.

Fingers hook under that fabric as he shifts, pressing lips to the swollen flesh hidden beneath as the elastic is stretched and pulled downwards, sliding those boxers off hips and down strong thighs.

[broken-shackles-deactivated2025]

@sanctus-aequitas    When the first commander saw what had happened to Thatch he was barely able to stop himself from seeing red. That man had nearly killed Thatch an made fools out of all of them. Took advantage of their trust, nearly killed a commander and family member all for a devil fruit that Thatch didn’t even want to eat. There was no need for this to happen! So that’s why the blonde couldn’t blame Ace for being angered by what was done to their family.   That’s why the first commander was coming along with him on this trip, if Ace was serious about doing this then he would need help and this way they could ensure that traitor does not come back.   A few days had passed since the two of them left the Moby Dick in the quiet of the night, not wanting anyone to stop them from what they were planning to do. With Ace being asleep right now as Striker was pushed along the ocean by the gentle waves Marco was awake with his own thoughts, smiling to himself as he rattled the small bird toy in his hand.   It was one of the many quirks and habits he obtained ever since he had eaten his devil fruit, having a zoan fruit made him pick up things like wanting things that attracted his attention for no reason at all. Or being rather picky on how he kept himself clean and hygienic, It was now a part of him that he grew into. However, he knew that if others found out about some of the things he did when he was by himself the phoenix would never be able to live it down.  That’s why the blonde had frozen up when he heard the creaking sound of someone stirring and slowly turned to see that Ace was indeed awake and Marco had been caught red handed in what he had been doing.

[sanctus-aequitas]

It's rare to see the older man get so worked up. Sure, he's seen Marco fight but this…there's raw emotion to it, not just the adrenaline and fury or thrill of the game. This alone is what cases him to waver in his belief that he should do this alone. As much responsibility as he feels, Teach had hurt them all and of course it'd be more than just him that wanted to reconcile this.

"Okay, okay, feathers. Calm down." He chides, placating as they glide over the water. There's not much they can do about it now anyway. Short of the phoenix flying back to the ship they were stuck together at least until the next island. "You can ride along. Just stay out of the way, yeah?"

Tipping up the brim of his hat, he flashes the blond a grin and rifles through his things a bit. It's somewhere…ah, there. Fishing out a small metal elbow joint, he holds it out to Marco. "So, this one's one of my stupid treasures." A peace offering. He wouldn't forget about the little ball and bell, wouldn't refrain at all from teasing Marco about it, but he figured the least he could do was share a little bit of himself in exchange. And, of course, refrain from blabbing too much to the crew.

"Grew up swinging a pipe around. Thought I was pretty badass." He was, thank you. How many kids could say they took on adults on the regular and came out on top, let alone a pirate gang? Thinking on it now, those idiots were small time and with the training and devil fruit that he has now he would've obliterated them if he'd met them out here. Still, the lessons he learned back then with that stupid pipe and tree house were the ones that shaped him more than his fruit or blood ever could. "I kept a piece. Just so I wouldn't forget the important stuff. I guess it's kind of grounding like your bell?"

[zoluna]

👐

[broken-shackles-deactivated2025]

@sanctus-aequitas    When the first commander saw what had happened to Thatch he was barely able to stop himself from seeing red. That man had nearly killed Thatch an made fools out of all of them. Took advantage of their trust, nearly killed a commander and family member all for a devil fruit that Thatch didn’t even want to eat. There was no need for this to happen! So that’s why the blonde couldn’t blame Ace for being angered by what was done to their family.   That’s why the first commander was coming along with him on this trip, if Ace was serious about doing this then he would need help and this way they could ensure that traitor does not come back.   A few days had passed since the two of them left the Moby Dick in the quiet of the night, not wanting anyone to stop them from what they were planning to do. With Ace being asleep right now as Striker was pushed along the ocean by the gentle waves Marco was awake with his own thoughts, smiling to himself as he rattled the small bird toy in his hand.   It was one of the many quirks and habits he obtained ever since he had eaten his devil fruit, having a zoan fruit made him pick up things like wanting things that attracted his attention for no reason at all. Or being rather picky on how he kept himself clean and hygienic, It was now a part of him that he grew into. However, he knew that if others found out about some of the things he did when he was by himself the phoenix would never be able to live it down.  That’s why the blonde had frozen up when he heard the creaking sound of someone stirring and slowly turned to see that Ace was indeed awake and Marco had been caught red handed in what he had been doing.

[broken-shackles-deactivated2025]

  “It can be thought of like that, me being a type of collector. However, a lot of the time it’s those zoan instincts that i’ve had to learn to live with compelling me to get that thing that’s got my attention. I’ve had this fruit for so long that I’ve just grown into those habits that I have and learned to manage them with time, Thatch was the only one that knew about some of my other habits besides pops himself.”   Marco wasn’t sure what he would have done without the cook being there to help with learning to manage those instincts in his younger years, if nothing else the fourth commander was one of the few people that zoan side of him truly respected and would stand down to. Flicking the ball between his hands back and forth now without even thinking about it as ace brought striker into motion across the ocean, his mind turning to ideas on where Teach could have gone once he fled the ship.  “We should also form a plan on how to fight Teach once we do catch him Ace and exercise caution. We don’t know what kind of power the fruit he stole has but it must’ve been a powerful one if he was willing to go through all this trouble for it. I want to be sure that he can’t come back to hurt our family again so this has to be done right the first time.” It’s one of the biggest reasons for why he followed Ace in his pursuit of Teach, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to talk Ace out of it so the next best thing would be to follow him and ensure that the traitor would never come back.

[sanctus-aequitas]

"We don't need a plan." Ace answers easily, crossing his arms over his chest. It's not that he doesn't want this to be thorough, it's that he has absolutely no doubt in himself. His abilities and his drive to see that man pay for daring to turn against his fellow crewmate pretty much guaranteed him to him that he'd see this through to the end in a wall of flames. Teach was his responsibility. He'd only let Marco come along because the guy really sucked at taking 'no' for an answer and to continue to argue over it would've just set him back further in the chase.

"I don't need you. Look, thanks for your help and all, I am truly grateful for everything you have taught me." Everything Thatch has taught him. He owed it to the man to get vengence. Even his ire wasn't enough to snuff out the manners he'd worked so hard to learn a decade ago though, and he bows a little in his seat, respectful. "You guys helped train me to be the driving force I am today, I can never repay everyone. But this is a good start."

As he sits up, there's an almost wicked tip to his grin and he flicks the brim of his cap up, squaring his shoulders. "Even his bones will be be reduced to ash by the time I am done. He'd committed the worst offense a pirate can, it's unforgiveable. There's no redemption for a man like that." Ace won't go back until he sees it through, and Teach…Teach won't be going back at all. Not even a speck of ash would be welcomed to sully the deck of the Moby.

[sanctus-aequitas]

He'd been baited.

Oh, Ace knew better than to fall for such a dirty trick, had seen that trick shake the very foundation of the alliances, and here he was going toe to toe with Akainu anyway with all the anger and confidence that burned within him. It's not enough. Akainu knew that, and the first time Ace gets burned it's illuminating.

He's out of his depth.

Impel Down had ravaged his body, all power suppressed by sea stones leaving him with nothing to protect himself with, to heal himself with, as they drug him through every torture their sick souls could dream up. Maybe in top form he could handle this, think of some way to turn the tides in his favor, but he's tired and his arm hurts and he takes a beat too long to get back on his feet. Akainu is descending on him, arm bubbling, dripping and glowing a vicious red and just as flames lick over his skin in preparation for defense he is jolted, knocked out of the way just in time.

Then why does it still smell like burning flesh?

Twisting from where he'd landed on his front, he heart stutters in his chest. "NO!"

This pain. This is different. This claws at him from the inside out, shredding his soul. He'd been spared. Deuce had saved him.

[sanctus-aequitas]

Ace shivers, unsure if it's due to the weakened fire at his core or the the way he fills with a different kind of heat as Deuce's hands rove down his torso, not pausing even as they hit the thick leather strap and work it open. The question is met with a sharp intake of breath, dark eyes fixing on Duece's own as a blush settles quick and fast in freckled features, burning at the tips of his ears.

They're really doing this.

His impulsiveness has led them here, but Deuce wouldn't have rolled with it if he hadn't wanted it too and it's that thought that he fies on, it keeps him grounded whereas thinking ahead was dangerous, and Ace nods, not quite trusting himself to speak as he shifts to sit up a bit and make it easier for those fingers to slide the button from its catch. He doesn't watch those hands, though. He's watching Deuce's face.

[broken-shackles-deactivated2025]

@sanctus-aequitas    When the first commander saw what had happened to Thatch he was barely able to stop himself from seeing red. That man had nearly killed Thatch an made fools out of all of them. Took advantage of their trust, nearly killed a commander and family member all for a devil fruit that Thatch didn’t even want to eat. There was no need for this to happen! So that’s why the blonde couldn’t blame Ace for being angered by what was done to their family.   That’s why the first commander was coming along with him on this trip, if Ace was serious about doing this then he would need help and this way they could ensure that traitor does not come back.   A few days had passed since the two of them left the Moby Dick in the quiet of the night, not wanting anyone to stop them from what they were planning to do. With Ace being asleep right now as Striker was pushed along the ocean by the gentle waves Marco was awake with his own thoughts, smiling to himself as he rattled the small bird toy in his hand.   It was one of the many quirks and habits he obtained ever since he had eaten his devil fruit, having a zoan fruit made him pick up things like wanting things that attracted his attention for no reason at all. Or being rather picky on how he kept himself clean and hygienic, It was now a part of him that he grew into. However, he knew that if others found out about some of the things he did when he was by himself the phoenix would never be able to live it down.  That’s why the blonde had frozen up when he heard the creaking sound of someone stirring and slowly turned to see that Ace was indeed awake and Marco had been caught red handed in what he had been doing.

[sanctus-aequitas]

They're not the same. Sure, they're both fiery but Ace burns so hot, the air around him crackling with the heat and destructive energy of it, whereas Marco's flames are almost cooling as they burst from his skin. Ace knows. Ace has been on the receiving end of their healing energies more than once--mostly during his fights with Whitebeard. Yes, fights, because near the end of it he did get the old man to actually put effort into every attack that wound up putting Ace on his ass.

That, however, is about as far as understandable differences go when it comes to types. He's admittedly never met another Zoan, despite his extensive travels, and while what Marco was describing was weird and almost pulling at his sympathetic side with how it'd been presented as an almost instinct, a drive that crosses the barriers between the phoenix and the man, he just can't seem to get the image and its hilarity out of his head. The temptation to have some ammunition against the other user, however slight and downright silly it may be, is too great. He won't tell but Marco doesn't need to know that. He'll definitely tease, though.

"I guess I just thought you were some weird collector. We're pirates, stealing stuff is kind of par for the course." Ace shrugged, his grin dying down but it's definitely still there and his eyes are alight with amusement. "Calm down, it's not like I can do anything from out here, right? And there's no telling how long it'll be before we get to go back to the Moby. That coward had a head-start and we don't know where he's going to hide. I'm up, I know, and we need to get going so you can get back to playing with your balls." Taking up his seat, he reaches a steadying hand out to the other man as the sudden channeling of the element under his skin sends the small watercraft into motion.