#opkisstober

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Day 25: Smoking is bad for you

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#OPKisstober Prompts!

October is here! the month where people seem to like challenges! Well here's one for you! #OPKisstober! One Piece 31 days, 31 kisses! SFW or not, up to you! Have fun! 😘

[chenziee]

OPKisstober: Staying In

Day 4 for OPKisstober: Marco/Ace

Blinking awake, Marco winced at the bright light coming through the small window in his private cabin on the Moby Dick. Man, he really overslept, didn’t he…?

“Fuck,” he groaned, rubbing at his eyes. Eyes that for some reason just refused to stay open.

Why was he so tired? Sure, he wasn’t the youngest anymore, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t handle the little bit of stress brought by Ace’s imprisonment, culminating with the war at Marineford, and the subsequent all-nighter taking care of everyone’s injuries— 

Okay, maybe it was no wonder he just passed out for god knows how many hours. He really didn’t want to move but he really didn’t have the luxury right now…

With a deep sigh, Marco pulled his blanket back, forcing himself to sit up.

“Mn.” 

Someone stirred next to him, and immediately, a pang of guilt ran through Marco. After all, if anyone deserved to sleep for a week right now, it was him.

“Go back to sleep,” Marco whispered as he reached out, gently running his fingers through Ace’s hair.

Ace hummed noncommittally before he rolled over and threw his arm over Marco’s lap, seemingly falling asleep again.

“Ace, please. I need to go check up on Pops and everyone’s injuries,” Marco muttered, nudging Ace to get him to let go.

With a groan, Ace’s grip only tightened. “Says who? No one came to get you, they can deal with it for once.”

Marco paused. He had to admit that Ace did have a point but—

As he tried to reason with himself, it became harder and harder with each passing second. His brain was foggy, his eyelids heavy, the bed so comfortable, and Ace so warm, so solid, so alive. Marco couldn’t fight it anymore.

Taking a deep breath, Marco finally gave up. He let himself fall back into his bed, settling in next to Ace as if that was where he was supposed to be.

Immediately, the young pirate shuffled closer, snuggling up to Marco as closely as he physically could, and Marco felt a wave of emotions overtake him. He was so close to losing him. So close to losing everything. If it wasn’t for Straw Hat and Trafalgar Law…

Wrapping his arms around Ace to pull him closer, Marco closed his eyes tightly, pressing a long kiss to Ace’s temple, pouring all his feelings into the simple touch. He was sure Ace was already asleep again… but he didn’t care. He would do it again and again, as long as he was allowed to do so.

He was close to losing him but he’d be damned if he let something like that happen again.

[ Masterpost | Series on AO3 | Ko-Fi ]

[thatnikaluffy]

hungry oceans // gen, shanks & uta // "I believe you, my brave little songbird." // ao3 ; masterlist

"Scared?"

"No," small fists wipe furiously away at the corner of her eyes. Despite himself, Shanks' lips curl when violet eyes glare at him with all Uta's girlhood fury. The sea is roaring beyond the cozy confines of the captain's quarters but it is warm here. Safe. "I'm not scared! I'm not!"

"I believe you, my brave little songbird," Shanks soothes, gathering his daughter in his arms as Red Force creaks and moans as the sea jerks her along the rough waves. "Your old man on the other hand," he trails off lightly, kissing the top of her head. "It's nice remembering storms on this sea never last long. Maybe it had a bad snack and now it's acting up."

"Oceans don't eat, Shanks," Uta gives him a look of reprimand that looks too similar to his vice-captain's. Funny how traits pass from guardians to child even without blood ties. Funny how Shanks has encountered a treasure he loves most of all.

Shanks grins, "and how do you know that?"

The four year old doesn't recognize the bait, biting onto the topic of discussion with ease. "If the ocean eats, there wouldn't be any fish. Or fishmen," she rambles on, thoughts of storm-filled seas and rolling thunder far from her mind.

"Well maybe she's just generous because she knows everyone else needs to eat too," Shanks purses his lips in a pout. Uta sniffs with a smile, the last of her tears fading. "We're all sharing with each other, trying to make it to the next day." The debate is silly and nonsensical, reminiscent of discussions long since passed. If he strains his ears, Shanks can hear a vehement "North Pole!" whispering in the shadows.

Daughter resting on his chest, Shanks closes his eyes. "Ask Ben, he'll agree with me."

There's a giggle of disbelief swaddled in confidence, "no," Uta practically sings her assured victory. Everyone on this crew has a favorite and it certainly isn't their captain, the scoundrels. Shanks can't say he blames them. "He'll agree with me!"

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