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starbellbunny · 5 months

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I am in LOVE with your fiction about the cop Sans! The poor reader has no idea what storm is coming for her, but gosh I can’t wait! I have a question, what if the MC woken up and seen Horror in her apartment? What on earth would she and Horror do? Thank you for your hard work! 💕

:-( THANK YOU !! I've been struggling for motivation to write anything for a while, I'm glad to hear you like it hehe 💕 I’m trying very hard to make a comeback on this account, as well as on Ao3, I know I've neglected it for a while!

Heres horror getting caught ;p

Now, it was time to see his shortcake. He came out of the kitchen, and rounded the sofa.

…Oh my god.

You were sleeping soundly on the sofa, with your hands cushioning your head. You lay on your side with your legs brought up to a 90° angle. He didn’t even have it in him to be upset that the reason you didn’t mind him being here was because you were sleeping, because you were so fucking cute.

He was grinning like a maniac, as he pulled his phone out his pocket and snapped a picture- or, like, 50- of your sleeping form. He immediately set it as his lock screen picture.

He could already feel the ache in his chest dissolving, at this distance, and you visibly relaxed when he stepped so he could see you.

…He wanted to get closer.

He took a step towards the sofa, and knelt down. He brought a knuckle up to your face, and stroked your cheek. You were so soft- softer then any monster he’d ever touched. He brought his hand down, and thumbed your bottom lip. It looked plump- soft, and kissable. He wanted to kiss you.

He got up from his kneeling position, and climbed carefully onto the sofa over you. He was straddling your hip now, and he took another couple of pictures. Could you blame him, really? That was his soulmate. The vouch groaned under his weight, unhappy to be holding a monster of his size.

He couldn't help but stare at you. He has never been so... Entranced with a single being- let alone a human.

He brought his hand up, ever so gently cupping the left side of your face, as he brought his skull down to press his teeth to your right cheek.

He felt ecstatic. His sockets fluttered shut, absolutely reveling in the moment.

He pulled away- short, but sweet.

He opened his sockets again slowly, to appreciate your form once again, soft, flushed cheeks, gentle snoring, a head of cute, messy hair...

What he didn't expect, however, was for you to be staring directly back at him. That caught him off guard.

All he could do was stare back hopelessly. What was he meant to do in this situation? His face felt very hot.

"What the fuck," you said eventually. His soul, once again, was thrumming in his chest.

You put your hands on either side of his shoulders, as well as your right foot on his chest, pushing him away... He allowed it, sitting on his knees, his hands hanging dumbly at his sides. He wasn't supposed to be caught.

"What the fuck," you repeated. As much as it ashamed him, the only thing he could think of at the moment was how small you seemed. How small your hands were, when you placed them on his shoulders.. How cute that was. How- no matter how fierce you tried to sound, small your voice sounded.

He didn't like how scared you sounded, under the anger that you projected.

You scooted away from him, and he wanted nothing more to pull you back to him. Your legs were angled up, as if you were ready to kick the shit out of him if he were to move even an inch closer to you. Your skin looked increasingly clammy as the moments went by. You were terrified.

Did you recognise him? You continued ti stare at him. He could only imagine how scary this was first you… Poor, little lamb.

He could see you glance around the room, quickly, rapidly, trying to see if anything would help you...

Horror took this as an out.

He shortcutted out of the room, stumbling into Paps' bedroom. It was late, he was already tucked up in his bed reading a book silently, with the bedside lamp on, casting a warm light across the room. He looked up from his book, and shut it quickly.

"Brother? Is Everything Okay?" he asked., his voice cracking in odd places.

Horror couldn't reply.

Fuck.

You looked so scared.

Fuck!

This certainly fucked up his plans a little..

He took the steps towards his brothers bed, sitting on it with a huff. His elbows were planted in his knees, and he rubbed a palm over his face.

No matter, he'd make it work. This was his soulmate, after all.

Yes, you couldn't be that scared of him. Something primal, deep within your soul knew that you were destine to be together, he deluded told himself.

It'd work out. It would.

He always, always had his brother to help, anyways.

He'd do whatever it takes.

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apphiarothowrites · 2 months

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Laughing my ass off cause like trans marco

Ok so ace realizes quickly Marco doesn’t have a dick but whatever not his business, however when they start dating he immediately jumps to the conclusion (bird=cloaca) and starts doing research for sexy times and shit

Of course this all comes to a head when they finally get in bed and marco yells “deeper” only for ace to stop and start scolding him like. “Babe I’m not gonna cause you pain”

The conversation that follows is one of the weirdest marco has ever experienced.

Marco - babe I don’t have a cloaca, I’m just transgender. I have a cunt

Ace - how was I supposed to know!

Marco - I walk around shirtless all the time! my tits are the size of your head!

Ace - I thought you just had really big pecs!

I AM SCREEAAAMING, I JUST GOT HOME FROM WORK YOU CAN'T THROW THIS AT ME I'M NOT MENTALLY PREPARED

marco running around with an open shirt as a distraction tactic and boy does it work *really* well (too well sometimes, newer members of the whitebeards end up in the infirmary with nose bleeds that don't stop and then get worse because marco fucking works in there with his tits out too, the nurses have nothing on him)

Ace is absolutely guilty of a few nosebleeds that he discreetly burns away before Marco can notice (he totally notices, it's cute)

the cloaca making a comeback!!! give this man a hole!!!

#AR answers #good shit from raccooon again

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xamaxenta · 2 months

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Sometimes I think that dragon already knew about Imu, like dragon is smart ( he has to be) but sometimes I think he might have been too smart.

Like an 8 yr old spouting advanced battle tactics and catching the attention of higher ups.

Eventually catching the attention of the five elders

Maybe even..

Imagine it being 9-10 years old. Your father’s hand has left your shoulder “I’ll be right behind the door.” Was given with a tight smile. Garp hadn’t wanted this, but he had been given an order and there was no loophole. Dragon shivers, it’s a garden of sorts yet all of it feels wrong, twisted and he is overwhelmed by the urge to leave.

There’s a figure at the other edge of the garden, standing like a human. It tells him to come and he does, pulled like a noose has been tied around his neck.

He ends at the figures feet, bowing. Its feet aren’t even touching the grass.

“Do you like chess?”

Dragon looks up, despite every bone in his body telling him not to. He looks up because his grandmother told him it was bad manners not to look someone in the eye when they were talking to you.

Red

Years later all dragon can recount is the colour red and certainty that he would die.

Id really like for more Garp nuance to come to the forefront for the monkey family lore

This is really good tho, dragon encountering Imu as a child because hes a strange one in a million every century prodigy

He likes chess but maybe he hasnt touched a piece since that encounter preferring to hypothetically speaking keep all his pieces inside his head

^^ just theorycrafting the headcanon Dragon doesnt have a war table or tacticle map room that would be common to find for an organisation like his

Its all in his noggin he cant risk yknow

#raccooon returns with the steel chair and whACKS me outta the ring

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palant1r · 1 year

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my favorite thing about sekiro is that like. you have to use underhanded tactics and stealth to win, often shaving 50% of a miniboss's health off before the fight even begins and using a resurrection ability if you die, but combat and winning it never feels cheap because nONE of these bitches are fighting fair. we got

-lady butterfly Oops All Illusions, making you think you beat her but BAM another health bar

-fuckoff big ape that does the same thing but with the added touch of literally using the game's default "you beat a boss!" message to fool you

-old man who straight up pulls a glock on you. sir this is a swordfight.

-great shinobi owl literally faking surrender patches style. throwing bombs to stop you healing. using all your tricks against you. EVEN THE MIKIRI COUNTER. smoke bombs. gaslighting. hes got it all

but even owl cannot win against the king of pocket sand, the ceo of dirty tricks...genichiro. this man.

-shows up to kidnap a child with his goddamn snipers on the rooftops in case you get the upper hand so they can gank you. and then later in the game when you start beating his ass hes like "damn shawty you got mad skills. wanna come work for me" and then when that doesnt work he starts stripping and then when THAT doesn't work he starts chucking lightning at you, which up to that point you HAVE NOT SEEN, and then when that STILL doesn't work he's like "oops ive had plot armor this whole time teehee" and makes a cool anime exit only to show up later for you to beat his ass and hes like. damn. i guess i really can't beat you, you respawning motherfucker. time for me to literally pull a final boss out of nowhere. and yes he DOES have a gun. good luck

#genichiro my beloved #favorite thing about him is that he is having none of this 'honor' bullshit #kicks you in the balls and it takes away most of your health #if sekiro had a 'bite' mechanic genichiro would just go at you like a rabid raccooon

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kidfoundonstreets · 2 years

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only part of sultan game that matters

THEYMAKE CUTE SQUEAKT NOISES WHEN YOU TAPTHEMM

ANIMALS ANIAMSL ANAOIMSLS ANA9SIMALAS THAT RACOOON LOOKS HROROFIFYIGN WAI THYOYLSHIUT CAT CA TCA

#ACTUALLY RHE RACCOOONS MY HGOMIE

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qu1nby · 2 years

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comfort character go brrrrr

#the James Bonde obsession is BACK #I am looking through Twitter for fanart like a raccooon in a trash can

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shipperneko · 2 years

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Okay so it’s currently…3:11 A:M here but I got to thinkin. Why aren’t there two light settings in the bathroom? Like there’s four for the living room but one ONE for the bathroom??? Like “oh you want to go to the restroom? At 2 in the morning? Oh ok LETS MAKE IT THE MOST EYE SEARING PAINFUL BRIGHTNESS OF BRIGHT IT COULD BE SINCE THEY JUST CAME OUT OF A PITCH BLACK ROOM” like srsly. Would it be the end of the world to install two settings??

#3 am ramblings #3 am nonsense #nonsense #ramblings #who gave me a tumblr account #why would you allow me on this website #I’m a trash raccooon

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arcaneniffler · 1 month

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Is it just me or does everyone write songs about their current “dating” drama (and depression) despite not having a great singing voice and ending up with actual masterpieces (I might be biased) that are begging to be screamed (might be the only way i could perform them) but will probably sit at the bottom of the drawer since i have no musically talented friends who’d want to form a band (this is a cry for help does anyone wanna join a band) ?

#does anyone wanna form a band #pls join my band we can be called the midnight raccooons #i’m dead serious #songwriting #songs #writing songs #music #lyrics #poems #poetry #band

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burnt-french-nugget · 10 months

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"Soldier"

MORE LOREEEEE

Tw: Blood, gore, violence

One single man.

It's one single man, and yet he's surrounded by ten members of the task force of police, sitting quietly, cuffs wrapped around his wrists.

The ten people stood around him, in all gear, from uniform to their weapons, from their masks to their bulletproof vests. Covered head to toe, as the cuffed up man was sitting their in only a bloody white hoodie and jeans, his blonde hair hanging loose and his gaze down to the floor slightly hunched over. He was seemingly deep in thought, contemplating things silently.

There wasn't a word spoken between anyone, all of the members standing there like soldiers as Jeff didn't move an inch from where he sat, the silence eerie.

Suddenly, one of the younger members walked over to another, shifting his gaze off from the man to whisper in his colleagues ear. He made sure to be quiet, but it seemed that the cuffed man somehow heard it, perking up to look at the young member in the eyes, his green ones locked with the member's. He knew what he heard, it was about his apearense. It always has been. But he couldn't protest, he couldn't speak. He just continued to stare until it became too intense for the young man, and looked away from him.

'He doesn't know what he got himself into.' Jeff thought, looking at every task force member afterwards. 'They all don't..' He was aware by the fact that this job is serious for them, since they placed themselves in danger every day, like he was thought to when he was young and under his fathers wing.

"The hell you staring at, freak?"

One of the task force members spoke up, making Jeff's eyes shift to them, now looking at them more coldly than he did with the others. It was another young man, resting his back on the wall for support with his arms crossed as he stared back at Jeff, almost like a glare. Jeff's gaze lowered to the name tag, which said 'Ethan V.'

Jeff didn't respond, of course, since he just couldn't, his scars twitching as he clenched his hands in frustration. The young man didn't seem as professional as the others, especially by the way he had spoken to him. He just sighed and looked back down.

Ethan's father is part of the station, a valuable and one of the important members there. His family is known for that, everyone in town knew who they were and what they did. It was the reason he joined the task force, to impress his father, maybe become better than him in some kind of way. But the 'fame' got to Ethan, and now he's just some guy with a big ego, acting like he's the boss of the task force group, like he's better than anyone. And his father does not know his treatment towards the other members..

"Hellooo, freak show! I'm talking to you!"

Ethan took a step forward with his fist clenched, soon stopped by one of the other members. A woman, older then Ethan but younger than Jeff, just standing in front of Ethan, a blank look on her face. She shook her head and then spoke.

"He can't talk. We don't know how we'll communicate with him." She said, shifting her body slightly as he took a glance at the cuffed man, her gaze softening slightly. "Not yet, at least.."

The task force members teeth clenched as he heard the woman speak, now glaring at her. He thought for a moment, before he spoke in a more irritated, overreacting tone.

"Are you taking his side?"

"What? No! I-"

SLAP

The sound was loud enough to make everybody tense up, just staring at what just happened. The woman stood there in shock, now holding her cheek, that was slapped the second before. Jeff let out a low growl, getting up and stood in from of the young man, still cuffed, just glaring at him. He was fuming with rage, looming over the disrespectful strike force member. How could he have done that to the poor woman? What did she do to deserve such harsh treatment?

No one stopped Jeff from walking up to Ethan, they were either too shocked and frozen to intervene, or just wanted to see what might happen between the two. Jeff just stood there, glaring at him like some angry eagle who was ready to fight it's opponent, attack its prey. One member got the courage to step forward and stand close to them, to make sure nothing worse happens between the two, as well as making sure the woman was alright.

Ethen was taken aback by his sudden movement, and could only stare back, surprised by his intimidating stare. He went silent now, his body slowly getting shivers as the stare continued between the two. It really shut him up, didn't it?

Jeff stood there for another few seconds, before he turned away from Ethen, his gaze shifting towards the young woman, who just standing there, in some kind of both shock and sadness. The cuffed man tilted his head and pointed towards her, as if to ask if she was alright. When she realized what he meant by his movements, she nodded.

"Yeah.."

She said simply, feeling her body relax as her gaze lowered to the ground, clearly still in a bit of shock from the cruel slap. He took a mental note of it all, then walked back to his previous seat, sitting down and hunching over, looking down at he ground once more. Ethan moved to the corner of the room, not saying a word, embarrassed by the fact that he was frightened by a single glare from the man.

The other's were slightly amazed by the mans actions, the others weren't sure if the anger shown towards their colleague was real, and if he was just trying to manipulate some of them. But one thing's for certain, it shut the cocky bastard's mouth for a good while, and they were happy about it.

When the woman calmed down, she walked towards Jeff, sitting down next to him, just to be close, and not let him do something. Yet she was still quite grateful for what he's done for her, even though he hadn't spoken back, or yelled or something, he remained still and just stared, intimidating someone that has hurt her. Yet it was something quite new to her, for a dangerous criminal to do something like that.

But she couldn't let her guard down.

He's a murderer after all.

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It wasn't long for everything to become pure chaos.

It was only 30 minutes after Jeff shut Ethan up, and now everything turned 180 degrees.

Ethan and a few of the members were having a massive argument, yelling at each other after Ethan started to comment on Jeff's apearense once more and only got him enraged, but the woman from before kept holding him back from it all. But, did she manage to keep him like that long enough? No. No she didn't.

He pushed the woman away, breaking the cuffs at first try, which made the woman gasp. They all pointed their weapons at him, but he ignored and approached Ethan punching him in the face. Ethan fell on the ground but pointed his gun at him, looking at him with hatred.

Something hit Jeff at that moment, a memory coming from the back of his mind, something he wanted to forget, and yet he remembered. Something just clicked for him.

"Father, please!"

"Oh, stop complaining!"

"Please.. I'm scared.."

"Stop that and be a man, you should get used to having a gun pointed at you! Especially if you're in a war zone!"

"What if I don't want to go to war?!"

"You won't have a choice! Now stop being a damn brat, I'm helping you to be better for the military.."

"I don't wanna!"

"Quit complaining, you're acting like a child."

"I am a child!"

The old memory played in his mind, the voice of his father echoing in his mind, the knowledge of his training coming back. He was raised like a soldier, to be one, to fight like his own father, like his grandfather.. to make the ancestors proud. But.. at what kind of cost was that? His childhood.. the life he could've lived, of course.

He stood still, and then punched him once more as the others tried to get him off of Ethan, but he continued to punch, and then took Ethan's gun, shooting him in the head, his blood and brains going everywhere. Then he started to shoot everyone else, but missed a few in the process. They all started to shoot back, and once Jeff got on his feet, he attacked. Only seeing red, filled with rage.

He punched, he kicked, he shot.

He broke peoples arms, legs, their bones being crushed by his strength.

He broke their jaws, he made them all bleed.

Jeff was fast, he managed to not get shot much, and yet he was still wounded in a few places, but continued to strike them all, even crushing one of their sculls. The woman from before was in a corner, unable to move as the scene unfolded in front of her, she heard their screams, she heard their cries, they were all in pain and in agony as they were being killed.

She was terrified to watch, but couldn't close her eyes and just kept them open as she saw her colleagues die in front of her. The woman wanted to run, to scream for help but it was too late. The room was soundproof, the door was closed shut and she didn't even have the key to unlock it.

He stopped after he killed almost everyone in the room, the floor and walls now painted with the red liquid, the room filled with mangled corpses. Jeff was breathing heavily, his breath hitched, his fists clenched, the grip on the gun being tight. The killer then approached the woman, couching down at her level, now staring at her.

The woman started to sob, and yet she felt he body relax, seemingly accepting her fate.

"Please.. just- just make it quick."

She spoke quietly, not even looking at him in the eyes as tears continued to fall down her cheeks. Jeff's breath was still heavy, his chest rising and falling at a fast rate, sweat dripping down from his forehead.. and just covered in blood. The man continued to stare, before his bloody hand was placed on her head, which made her flinch. Her eyes widened when she realized what he was actually doing.

He was.. patting her head??

He smiled slightly, his demeanor shifted and the emotions he felt the moments before faded as fast as they came. The woman just sat there, speechless of his actions, surprised on how he calmed down after he just murdered an entire team. She didn't speak, put she placed her own hand over his as pulled his hand away from his head, seemingly uncomfortably by the touch.

Jeff nodded in understanding, placing a finger on his lips, as if to shush her.

The killer then walked to the door and started to hit it with full force, attacking it like some ram, or bull. His body hitting the door with all its weight and might, loud thuds being made in the process. The door busted open, hitting the wall. He peered around, making sure no one was outside and then went for it.

He ran out the door, down the hall, traces of blood behind him as he escaped through the back door, running freely outside. The woman was now left alone, sitting in a corner, curled up in a ball, crying once more as she waited for someone to pass by.

Too afraid to yell for help.

#creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #silly stabby man #creepypasta jeff the killer #jeff the killer #character interpretation #jeff hodek #jtk #jeff interpretation #Lore #SILLY RACCOOON NOISES

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the-vale-of-creatures · 1 year

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Enlightened society my ass why can't I pet the raccoons

#ghastly whispers #a great injustice is dealt upon me #i wanna pet the raccooons

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the-ozzie · 8 days

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ideas pls

I need Millie comic ideas for inspo pls 👉👈

NOOOO I JUST REALIZED MILLIES PATRONUS SHOULDVE BEEN A RACCOOON NOOOO

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starbellbunny · 9 months

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New chapter!!

FINALLY!! This took ages, im so sorry waaaah, i had a lot of things going on. Also i might be slightly (very) lazy. ANYWAYS!! Enjoy!! ⭐️🫀

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apphiarothowrites · 3 months

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Au where black beard gets his fruit sooner and steals away whitebeards first commander

Bb makes a trade with the worst warlord doflamingo information and alliances for the famous phoenix

Corazon tries to warn law away from the guilded cage that doflamingo keeps. Tries to tell him the man inside is too broken.

“He talks all the time.” Law rolls his eyes, with a proper amount of exasperation of a 10 year old can produce. “You just suck at listening.”

For the second time law shocks both Corazon the brother and rocinate the marine into silence. It’s stupid, it is and reckless and every other thing he shouldn’t be doing because he’s already pushing it with law half the time. But Corazon sits in front of the cage during his watch. The man inside is haggard, blood matting shaggy hair and cuts that ooze. One piercing blue eye stares back out from the damage.

“Are, you.. ok?”

A beat, then raspy laughter breaks out quickly dissolving into a wet cough. “A marine masquerading as a pirate asks if I’m ok.” The man tilts his head, as words pour out in choppy gasps. “Sounds like the start of a bad joke.”

- Corazon now has to steal law and marco away from doflamingo.

-Marco does help slow the spread of amber lead

- marco is mostly sane still but he’s also very very traumatized: bb kinda tortured him into breaking so that’s a thing. He was kept drugged and chained for a long time

- white beard is still looking for marco

- doflamingo goes celestial with marco quite a bit (my property and all)

Uhh yeah, what can I say. I was listening to loser baby again and this is now my new favourite thing.

hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah once again you have the best shit in stock racccoon

When the day comes that Cora-san is taking Law, he knows he has to take Marco with them. With Law passed out and half-delirious with fever in the little single-mast dingy he's 'acquired' (a bad day for the kid), he uses his fruit to it's fullest extent.

The man is awake-eyes barely open with crusted old blood staining his eyelashes-when he silently slips past the usual guard. The key in the lock, normally a loud clanking thing, is utterly soundless. The creaking, groaning resistance of the rusty hinges of the cage have only specks of falling dirt to signal their protest. Marco lifts his head just barely, eyes pulling as wide as they can. A cut under his jaw drips red.

Cora-san pulls on a pair of gloves he stole and sets about removing the seastone thorns and chains in total absence of sound. By the end he's sweating with the effort-each thorn and nail pulling a harsh jerking movement from the man that makes no noise. Marco's wounds steadily worsened and blood flows freely to the floor of the cage.

But the moment the last cuff slides off, Marco throws himself backwards. Blue and gold heat rushes to fill the space and Rocinante staggers to the other side of the small cage to watch in silent awe.

The Phoenix is beautiful, and angry. It's eyes scream murder and it's beak opens when the flames properly clear, but just as the half-hour preceding didn't, no sound comes. Rocinante knows they're running out of time for this to work, so he offers a hand to the man-turned-creature and, finally, lets his voice be known.

"We need to go. I have a way off this island."

The Phoenix's eyes narrow to dangerous slits, but it's wings draw in and the fire sheds off it's body like feathers. The man, Marco, stands in it's place utterly pristine. An enviable power, Rocinante thinks only to himself as they sneak away.

An enviable power indeed, he thinks again as Marco-without a word or even the suggestion of help-puts his healing hands on Law and the flush of the boy's fever fades within minutes.

The thought changes, envy caving under something else, as days turn to weeks seeking answers for Law's condition. Marco disappears on the second island they visit and for an hour or so Rocinante thinks that he's taken off, returned to his father's fleet that he speaks of only fondly with a tired smile. Instead he returns just as Rocinante and Law do to their transport, his shoulders pulled back confidently.

He says nothing of his disappearance.

Then, the night that he finds the fruit, Law's fruit, something changes. He falls, bleeding out, against the most valuable treasure chest in the world believing Law is safe knowing Marco is waiting for the kid just offshore in a raft. He passes out knowing he won't wake up.

He wakes up.

Curled up against his side near his hip is Law, patches of white skin already gaining color. Standing at the end of the bed is a nurse in the most unprofessionally tight set of scrubs he's ever seen. Sitting in a chair to the side of the bed, behind Law's tiny back, is Marco with his head tilted back and eyes closed, snoring lightly.

#AR answers #raccooon once again on that good shit #marcora #finally figured out a ship portmanteau for them!!!

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