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Lights Out

I think it's been awhile since I posted anything here, oops.

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Thatch x Marco SFW Modern AU Word Count: 2,666

Lights Out

Balancing the cardboard cup holder with two large coffees in one arm and battling with hunting the keys in his pocket, Marco regretted not grabbing his keys back in the car when his hands had been blissfully free. The rattling echoed in the narrow hallway, taunting him as each brush of fingertips against metal was a failed attempt in retrieving them. Marco tsked when the keys jingled around, still eluding him and he sighed, about to mutter a curse or two in frustration.

While he muttered to himself as the balancing act continued, the door in front of him opened. He ignored his struggle for a moment at the sight of Thatch’s grin, bright and beaming. Marco passed Thatch his drink, relieved from the burden of full hands.

“Careful, pineapple,” he chuckled and held the door open for Marco to step into their apartment. 

“Maybe I need to stop being so thoughtful and not bring you a coffee after work again, huh? I’d have more hands to open the door with.” Marco smiled and calm washed over him; just being around Thatch made him feel lighter.

“Alright, point taken. Thanks, by the way,” Thatch said and set the coffee on the table, pulling his cup from the holder and taking a sip.

For as long as he could remember, Marco would bring coffee for Thatch. Though sometimes he’d forget the conflict in their schedules that would cause the coffee to end up sitting on the counter, cold and forgotten.

Marco pulled up a chair and flopped down, fitting his long legs under the table as he let out a sigh before grabbing his own drink and taking a swig. His eyes felt heavy as he stretched out, and he blinked before focusing on Thatch.

“Tough day?” Thatch asked, sitting across from him.

“Always, but glad to be home.” 

Thatch opened his mouth to speak when his phone lit up on the table, drawing his attention, and he reached out for the little whale keychain to pull it closer. A trinket their group of friends had all gotten on a trip they took together and he watched the charm dangle for a second before unlocking the screen. 

“Izou?” Marco asked, taking the opportunity to pull his phone out of his pocket and check his own notifications that had popped up.

Marco watched as Thatch slowly pulled his attention away from his own phone long enough to glance up at him. He was grinning, seemingly amused by the text on his screen.

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Thatch saw the sly smile on Marco’s face, having probably already guessed who was sending him messages. He watched as Marco slouched in his seat, his attention drawn back to another ping on his phone. 

“Sure is,” Thatch said and chuckled, finally tapping on the new notification that popped up.

Izou: Enjoying your coffee?Thatch: How did you knowIzou: Marco just finished and he always gets you a coffee, because he “loves you"’

Thatch rolled his eyes at the message, but couldn't ignore the way his heart skipped a beat at the implication that Marco—his best friend—could possibly see him in that light. They were close, sure, but one could say that about the others too, right? Maybe not as close as he and Marco, but still.

He looked up from his phone and saw how lost in typing Marco was, oblivious to the fact that he was being watched. The smile on his face, the way his eyes crinkled in amusement while he chuckled as he tapped at the screen were all too mesmerizing.

Just another little something Thatch found himself paying attention to as time went on, something he enjoyed occupying himself with. He tried not to dwell on how much of his thoughts were focused on Marco recently. 

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Marco was deeply involved with his phone, watching the messages pop up as he leaned on his elbow on the table, too lost in his own conversation to notice his surroundings or the eyes on him.

Marco: Are you jealous?Flamin Cheetos: I wouldn’t want to come between you and Thatch, you guys are basically married, Marco.Marco: I see you fixed your predictive text Ace.Flamin Cheetos: Oh sure, change the subject to my text literally why don’t youFlamin Cheetos: illteracy*  fuck off. Don’t change the subject 

Marco laughed at the slew of messages filled with Ace’s usual teasing about his feelings—the ones Ace assumed he had—but did his best to change the subject. Marco was grinning as he looked up and saw Thatch smiling at him softly. 

“Ace?” Thatch inquired when their eyes met.

“Yeah, being his usual self, saying me and you are basically married,” Marco replied with a snort. 

“Izou’s the same,” Thatch said and stretched his legs out as he leaned back in his seat.

There was silence as the implication hung in the air, a tension slowly building between them. Was there a reason their friends teased and poked at their closeness? Was there real weight to the jokes Ace and Izou threw at them constantly?

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They did spend a lot of time in one another's company, even aside from the whole being roommates thing and the more Thatch thought about it, the more he realized he didn’t mind the teasing accusations. Marco was compassionate, he was good-looking, and they never failed to make one another laugh or smile.

Wasn’t that already the basis of a good relationship? 

Thatch would argue sometimes that it just meant they were good friends, but the more he poked and prodded at the idea of how other people interpreted his and Marco’s connection…

He was starting to think that perhaps something actually was there. 

What really tugged at Thatch was the thought that he and Marco could work. He sighed inwardly, hoping his inner turmoil wasn’t showing as he drummed his fingers on the table, drawing Marco’s attention.

“Everything okay? Is there something you need to talk about?” Marco offered. His voice held enough concern to make Thatch laugh nervously as he shook his head and slapped his palms flat on the tabletop, using them to push up from his seat to avoid giving anything away.

“Just wondering what I should cook for dinner,” he lied.

Marco was still looking at him with a doubtful head tilt. If Marco wasn’t buying his reply, he didn’t show it, and didn’t ask any follow-up questions, he just seemed to drop it with a shrug as Thatch moved to the kitchen area.

Thatch couldn’t stop where his mind was wandering to, thoughts that otherwise would have sat small and shy and hidden away in the dark.  

But now that seemed to be all he could think about.

He opened the fridge and stared at the rows of ingredients, trying to formulate a dinner plan and scolding himself for such ridiculous musings. He began pulling at the loose thread, unraveling it, considering the prospect of him and Marco more and more.

Trapped in deep contemplation, Thatch had unwittingly entered a staring contest with the expired milk Marco had forgotten to throw out again and nothing was really sinking in. Everything remained a low drone in the background as thoughts began emerging from their cocoons, fluttering in his head and heart the more he pried into how he actually felt about Marco.

He was about to call out to Marco to ask for some sort of hint to what he wanted for dinner, but the words never formed as the lights went out and successfully cut him off. Darkness greeted him from within the fridge and all around.

“I don’t think it’s just us, the building across is all blacked out too,” Marco answered the question Thatch hadn’t had a chance to ask yet as he entered the kitchen using the flashlight on the back of his phone.

“I admit, for a moment I did think you forgot to pay the electric bill.” He laughed and watched as Marco started to dig around in the cupboards and junk drawer trying to locate their supply of candles.

“When do I ever forget things?” Marco mumbled in response, crouching and using one hand to push things out of the way inside the cupboard.

“The milk?” 

“Th—oh, you got me there,” Marco said, grabbing the box of tapered candles left over from a dinner party they’d hosted a few months ago.

Thatch pulled out a few tubs of leftovers from the last time he cooked before shutting the fridge; he guessed there was nothing they could do if there was a blackout all over, except hope the power would return soon. 

But for now, leftovers it was. 

Thatch had always been too proud to order takeout, preferring even cold leftovers to a greasy mess that would leave him dissatisfied. 

He watched as Marco got the candles and the fancy-looking candlesticks that currently did little more than collect dust. He set them on the table and turned away to look for matches hopelessly.

Thatch rolled his eyes as he watched Marco fumble around in the junk drawer—that thing really needed a spring clean—before he pulled the lighter from his pocket to end the misery.

“Hey, here,” he called out before he dropped the lighter into Marco’s waiting hand.

Thatch went back to his task of pulling off the foil from the leftovers, all the while squinting stubbornly and using what light the moon provided through the window. He’d managed to rustle up a small feast of cold pasta and meatballs. 

He retrieved plates and started to dish up the food, letting Marco work around him and setting out the candlesticks. Every flame was a meager attempt at brightening up the room, with little effect each on their own, but together they provided enough light for him to see Marco.

“Ya’know, our phones are brighter than the candles, I feel this is counterproductive?” Thatch said, grabbing cutlery and setting the table up.

“We don't have chargers we can use, you never know when we might need our phones and the flash will just drain them,” Marco replied. Even in the dim candlelight, Thatch could see the smirk on his face, showing he just knew he was right.

“Smartass.” 

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Marco laughed but said nothing as he sat down at the table where food was served. Dinner by candlelight. Oh, how romantic, Marco thought to himself which just reminded him of Ace’s teasing words as he rolled the fork between his fingers, focusing on the light reflecting off polished silver.

He clicked his tongue at such a ridiculous thought. Why was he even entertaining the notion of him and Thatch getting together based on the teasing jabs of two idiots who were very much single?

Except, he didn’t think it was just because of that. It wasn't the first time he’d considered the prospect of dating Thatch. He weighed out the pros and cons and spent too long watching Thatch move around the house, listening to him singing loudly from the bathroom every morning, and enjoying their conversations over morning coffee.

It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, maybe it would actually be the best. His thoughts had been derailed when a pop sounded from the kitchen so he glanced over his shoulder, curious before the source of the sound became obvious when Thatch joined him at the table with two glasses of wine.

“This is very quaint and intimate, isn’t it?” Marco commented as he used his fork to chase a meatball around the plate, his gaze fixed on his food and distinctly away from Thach while his feelings continued to churn away inside.

“Nothing wrong with that, right?” Thatch asked, fork poking at his own food.

It was strange, with the tense air around them when it was usually effortlessly comfortable sharing their living space. An unusual energy crackled between them, and Marco assumed it had been spurred on by too many texts and remarks from their friends. Marco shifted in his seat, Thatch’s question heavier than it was probably meant to be with something there weighing on those words.

Marco stopped staring at his meal like it had the answers to everything and looked over at Thatch, their eyes finally meeting. He hoped his smile didn’t give away his nerves as he tried to come up with an answer and no matter how much he wished his cold leftovers could provide him with one, they didn’t.

“No, I like it. I like it a lot actually.”

Even in the dim light of the candles, Marco could see Thatch’s smile growing wide, making the crow's feet around his eyes more pronounced. Marco adored them and was feeling perfectly content in the answer he’d given, enjoying the reaction he’d received in reply.

“We should have dinner like this again.” Was this pushing it? Was Marco about to ruin a friendship that had spanned years in the blink of an eye?

“If you're trying to ask me out, Marco, please tell me you mean somewhere nice and not my cooking from two nights ago,” Thatch joked.

Anticipation coursed through Marco as he considered the pros and cons again, but decided that none of the cons mattered much to him: he was willing to go for it, he was willing to push out this confession and see if Thatch would grasp it, accept it and most of all, reciprocate it.

“I don’t know, nowhere makes food as good as yours.” Marco laughed when a balled-up napkin was hurled across the table, narrowly missing him, which only added to his amusement.

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There it was, Marco had asked him out and he couldn’t help the excited feeling that bubbled up. The confession he’d never known he’d wanted to hear. Thatch couldn’t help but feel they’d always been on the cusp of dating anyway.

“You’re such a sweet talker, aren’t you?” Thatch wanted to roll his eyes and play it off as more banter between them, but he realized with a start it had never been banter at all; it was always flirting. 

“Always. Is that a yes?” Marco waited. 

The grip on his fork tightened despite the relaxed expression, his posture stayed a picture of nonchalance, but the growing grasp on the cutlery was a dead giveaway. Thach realized that Marco meant it, Marco was asking him out.

“Yeah. Yeah it is. I’m off tomorrow night if that’s good for you?” he offered and Marco retrieved his phone from his pocket, looking at his work schedule.

“That works,” Marco nodded. “So who’s going to tell Ace and Izou?” he added, his smirk growing more teasing.

“Do we have to tell them? They’ll be insufferable as soon as they find out, can we just wait till after we’re married?” Thatch asked.

“I’m only asking you out to dinner, Thatch. Are you already picking out china patterns and thinking about the cake?” Marco teased.

“When do I ever take things slow?” he joked back and saw Marco nod in agreement.

He felt their feet bump under the table and he didn’t move away, instead gently rubbing his foot against Marco’s, testing the water of the newly founded relationship. Thatch was delighted when Marco didn’t even flinch, gently rubbing back with a smile on his face as the game of footsie continued. 

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The candles flickered as the two talked well into the evening while eating their cold food and drinking more wine than expected. A humble start to a relationship that both had been telling themselves wasn’t an option. The lights came on with a start and a low hum, and a wave of relief washed over the pair.

Thatch poured them another glass of wine each as they sat on the sofa together, less space between them than ever before. It felt natural how they’d slipped from friendship into something more. The only thing that surprised either of them was how this hadn’t happened sooner.

They just needed two meddling friends and a blackout.

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Feeling… thoughtful… about them……

These recent chapters doin numbers for my brain waves. Give me more, Oda, i stg.

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Interest check is open! Follow for updates (including the dates of the event) coming soon!

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Happy belated to the actual love of my life what the hell when did my dumb crush turn into full frontal adoration??

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There seemed to be a general consensus on my last post that ah

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Of the ASL brothers could claim the neuro-typical title. As such, i felt that luffy was missing out on the clownery

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One Piece Headcanons: logia and zoan users

I like the idea that logia and zoan users just don't move right sometimes. They don't move or behave or even smell like the average person.

And it makes sense because they aren't quite human anymore but it's just incredibly unsettling to most people.

Like the CGI stuff where it's really life like but something about it is just off and it's creepy.

They aren't normal and it sets off that little lizard part of the brain that senses danger.

Marco always smells like warm feathers and cedar when he walks by. He's got sharp, quick eyes that see everything. He rolls his shoulders like he's ruffling his feathers and digs his talons into the enemy and pulls like dragging a mouse of out the ground. The blood on his skin is bright red but it's dull compared to the glow of his eyes when he's falling on his prey from the sky.

Smoker smells like old smoke blown in from a distance and the wind on summer days. He's completely silent when he wants to be, shoes not even leaving the hint of a boot print in the dirt. Standing behind him feels like looking through a ghost, hazy and grey like someone is remembering him instead of actually seeing him. All the white/grey of him blends together and it's not clear how much of him would actually be there if someone reached out and touched him.

Ace smells like a bonfire, like warm pavement and humid summer nights. His body flares sometimes, along the edges like a photo burning and curling up. He moves like flames flickering, here and there like time blinked. There's almost always embers on him, usually tangled in his hair like small beads or along his skin like sand. He's beautiful at night under the stars, gold and red smouldering on his skin like personal, small constellations.

Blackbeard is unwelcoming and consuming. Standing next to him feels like sinking in the dark, deep parts of the ocean. He brings the scent of dead leaves and rotten wood with him everywhere. There's no light in his eyes, just shadows that creep out to catch what they want.

Rob Lucci is like running from the monster under the bed but your locked in the room with it. Feeling hot breath against the back of your neck even though there's nothing there and movements so smooth his clothes don't even rustle. He smells like warm fur and iron. He leaves the impression of spilt blood even though the brush of claws against skin was just paranoia.

Crocodile moves like an hour glass, every step like flipping the glass over. He doesn't so much move as he does pour into everything he does. He smells like earth and dust when he lingers. His skin just isn't right when he is still, it shifts with each movement like the ocean pressing into the shore during a storm. Sometimes it looks like part of him is sliding off but it never stops or reaches an end, and he remains whole.

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For the drawing meme can I please have Marco in C4 please? Thaaaank yoooou

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'they all age and im a happier person AU'

It's been a year since my drawing of 20 years later: A LOT has changed and I wanted to recreate it

• Izo got new scars and is still jovial as fuck. He ALMOST died in Wano, but was saved in time. • Ace I amazingly learned to make him cuter (thank god). Marineford happened but Marco managed to get there in time before he died. Now he looks like Roger, but nobody talks about it. (Deep down he doesn't care anymore) • Thatch was betrayed and stabbed but swallowed the fruit before Teach could get it. While recovering Ace had the bright idea to get revenge. Thatch has been trying to stop Ace's crazy ideas ever since. • Marco gave up trying to keep the peace at least 10 years ago. Since he gains hair as time goes by, nothing fairer than a ponytail. (The gray hairs are for the times he wanted to kill someone in the crew but held back)

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Happy Halloween! - With The Whitebeard Pirates

I had the joy of doing a collab with my lovely @softcenteregg who also loves these idiots as much as me and we both love Halloween so we did a little collab! all art is by them and the fic is by me <3 please enjoy.

And have a lovely Halloween whatever you are doing be it sat at home with movies and a beloved pet or throwing eggs at some old right wing assholes house.

The crew loved any excuse to have a party, celebrate together, and have a great time. Halloween was something that came from the North Blue and had spread across the GrandLine, so many different views on it but the Moby Dicks crew took it as an excuse for a good time.

Various people liked the spiritual side of it, the creepier myths and legends that surrounded the night, the tall tails of sunken ships that rose from the depths to sail across the ocean, shrouded in fog with their crews of the undead.

Thatch was one of those people who loved to come up with stories, sometimes he’d trick the rookies into thinking he had a ghost or two in the kitchen and had ways of making it look like pots and pans were rattling and cupboards were opening.

He just lived for the thrill of making full-grown men jump, he could remember the first time he got Ace. Making him jump had come with the penalty of Ace setting something on fire in his surprise, but Thatch still didn’t learn from his actions and every year he’d repeat it.

This year he was dressed as a ghost, he looked like a captain from one of the older sailing books, with hues of blues, tares, and tarnishes in his clothing to give a spooky look. He even had his hair down, and seaweed braided into long lengths, he loved to go over the top.

The ship was docked and many sat around a large fire on the beach, drinking ciders and eating pumpkin pie that the fourth division had spent time making. Many dressed-up pirates littered the deck still, socializing and merrymaking.

Carving pumpkins to line across the entire length of the ship, in so many shapes and sizes, one for every member of the crew who’d participated. It was a legend that jack’o lanterns kept demons and bad souls away and the sea was a rough place at the best of times let alone when the world was this close to the veil of the land of the dead.

Some had orange flames flicking inside and some had blue, courtesy of Marco and Ace. The shadows danced across the deck, flaming faces pointed out so even those on the beach could glance up and see the display.

Thatch leaned on the railings and watched as Izou stepped out of the kitchen, a fresh tankard of cider in his hand. The sound of his high heels clicking on the deck as he reached where Thatch was standing.

Izou dressed as a cliche witch, well, the concept was cliche but Izou with his impeccable taste had styled the outfit. The tall witches hat sat on his beautifully styled hair, not his usual updo but it still looked stunning and framed his beautifully painted face. Dark eye makeup, dark lipstick, and long fake lashes that fluttered when he blinked.

Black stockings, black heels, a black tight skirt with a matching black top, so many straps and embellishments, the sleeves were lace and long. Thatch nodded in greeting as Izou joined him, staring across the deck and seeing younger crew members play drinking games.

“You look amazing.” Thatch complimented and was rewarded with Izou doing a twirl and a tip of his hat. “Thank you, and you look like you're going to have a fun night, when are you joining the others by the fire? We are all excited for the resident storyteller's fables.” Izou’s painted lips quirked into a smirk.

“Bit later, when things really get going.”

“Hey!” They both heard a voice and turned.

Ace grinned ear to ear as he waved a hand that was covered in a paw, they both turned to look at him. His tight pants with all the chains and attachments, barechested, as always, liked to show off his body. A long black coat with a fake wolf draped over his shoulders and for once there was no sight of his bright orange hat.

“How do I look?” He asked and posed with his hand on his hip, Thatch quirked a brow at the large spiked collar he was wearing and tried to keep his mind out of the gutter, he wondered if Marco had seen him yet.

“And what are you meant to be?” Izou asked before sipping his drink.

“A werewolf! You should see Marco, we match.” Ace proclaimed proudly and as if on cue Marco appeared around the corner, holding a plate of pumpkin pie and apple slices.

Marco was wearing the same style as Ace, a big collar, dark colors, a long coat, elaborate chains, jewelry, and other shiny things, typical bird brain. He also had bat wings attached. Thatch and Izou both tilted their head trying to work out what he was dressed as, not expecting Marco of all people to have put in this much effort, they thought he’d have worn the same outfit as last year, just a lot of blue feathers and gold strappy sandals and claimed her was some sort of bird monster.

“Vampire?” Thatch asked and Marco shook his head, coming to stand with them.

“Just a bat yoi.” He said and started to eat the pie, watching as Ace loomed closer to him, eyeing up the pie, Marco chuckled and used his fork to get a small piece and offered it to Ace who happily snapped it up with a mumbled mouthful of food thank you.

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The night went on and everyone was having a good time. The flames still burned brightly from the mouths of the pumpkins lined up, drinks flowed and food was eaten. Whitebeard himself was enjoying everything, sat drinking and surrounded by the nurses who had dressed up as various things, telling them stories of Halloweens in his youth, some of the others sat around enthralled by his stories and the pranks he used to play in his youth.

Haruta made notes, wanting to see if he could finally get the unprankable Marco. 

Jozu and Vista sat listening and adding a few of their own experiences of being tricked by the pirate captain, he was still full of jokes and tricks even after all these years. Enjoying the spirit of fun that came with the seasonable holiday.

On the beach Thatch had finally taken up his stage, standing as everyone sat around the fire, dramatic voices, creepy stories of beasts, betrayals, and ships with no crews. Ace sat next to Marco, still helping himself to whatever was left on Marco’s plate as he paid attention to the story.

Izou had gotten comfortable after struggling to walk over the shifting sand in heels, rejecting Thatch’s offer to carry him over his shoulder. Marco smirked when he saw the rookies leaning in, completely captivated by the horrors Thatch was unveiling with each word he spoke. 

Ace grinned, knowing this story, the one he always told rookies. When it got to a certain point, the haunting and terrifying conclusion he used his powers to make the fire erupt up high, making the newbies jump higher and scream louder.

The older members of the crew laughed at the entire thing, watching some of the rookies fall off their seats and put hands to chests and pounding hearts. Ace winked at Thatch who’d sent him a knowing smile.

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As the night started to dwindle, flames going out, empty plates scattered around the deck, snoring from those who’d passed out dotted around the deck the four commanders sat at a table.

“Happy Halloween guys.” Thatch said with a happy sigh and raised his tankard.

“To many more spooks and shenanigans together yoi!” Marco grinned and raised his own.

“To having adventures together!” Ace added, lifting his mug.

“To good times never-ending,” Izou added with a smile raising his.

The tankards knocked together as they all cheered to the toast. A Halloween well spent with the people they cared about the most.

The End

Happy Halloween from Franky and Egg!

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Halloween Event Collab with @cyborg-franky - Ace Jack Skellington

LOOK THIS ONE WAS A STRUGGLE BUT DAMN DID IT TURN OUT WELL!

The green flames and the pose are inspired by the way Jack burns down his scarecrow costume twirling around with fire before jumping into the nicely green lit well at the end of “this is halloween”

Please enjoy and please go check out Frankys wonderful writing for this as well on his blog! 💕