#、 ་ ✯ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 ⠀ ⠀ —— ⠀ ⠀ thread .

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2009 OU 2022? ESCOLHA UM.

2009:

⠀ ⠀       encarava a interação sem entender muito bem o que estava acontecendo. não sabia se estavam forçando idris a comer mais do que aguentava ou se estavam apenas brincando uns com os outros — a forma violenta com que os garotos se divertiam sempre fora preocupante para a loira, mas não seria ela a estraga prazeres. desviou então os olhos para a barra de cereal que trazia consigo e suspirou, oferecendo-a para a pessoa que estava ao seu lado. “ você quer? eu… acho que perdi a fome. “

2022: 

⠀ ⠀       desde que havia recebido a intimação, brielle estava agitada e precisava de distrações. nunca pensou que estaria em uma situação parecida, sendo suspeita por um assassinado, então os sentimentos negativos advindos dali não eram uma real surpresa. todos os dias vinha tentando algo diferente em seu tempo livre, isso explicava o motivo pelo qual a bola de boliche deslizava pelos dedos naquela noite. “ yay! “ torcia a cada jogada, comemorava a cada pino caído e ainda mais quando conseguia um strike — como havia sido o caso. “ eu deveria ter gravado, nunca tinha conseguido um desses antes! ”

[oonlykooii]

ㄑ🎙️◟੭ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆！Ft: PORTGAS D. ACE

PAIRING; Portgas D. Ace x GN!Reader

CW; Angst

A/N: Sorry if it's not the best translation or English, English is not my first language

How were you supposed to act? How were you supposed to feel after witnessing death? A raw and direct atmosphere, the pearls of his necklace escaping the thread and falling on the battle floor, a sight that made you feel blank, one you had never imagined, after all they had saved him, they had managed to get him out of the scene where he was supposed to be executed, but you knew him, you knew perfectly well his impulsive and passionate attitude towards those he loves, and you hated that, you hated him so much that you loved him, but still, you didn't expect that end.

The helplessness you felt, feeling that guilt for not having been able to do more. The bandages covering your body still wounded by the battle of Marineford, your feelings in an unknown trance and a photo of him in your hands, caressing it with a delicacy so horrible to feel, and now he is not there, but you were still there

So similar to a movie, a horror movie that was a harsh reality that you faced, where his voice was a song, you could hear it but no longer feel that vibration against you. Vague memories of youth, two teenagers so foolish that they loved each other, a love so pure filled with afternoons of kisses and talks, adventures that went hand in hand with adrenaline and emotion, nights based on caresses and tears.

A fresh and warm breeze as was usual at the sea, drinks, talks and laughter, a narcoleptic company that made you sketch out a delicate smile of confusion with happiness when you saw him fall due to falling asleep. A Den Den mushi of photos in your hands and your free hand constantly shaking to get a picture of the photo you had taken with dubious consent before he fell asleep. When you let it sit for a few minutes you were able to appreciate the image, blurry... But his smile was so warm that it made you smile just by seeing it.

And now it was the only one you had of him

It was so difficult but you had to stick to your reality, the nights were not easy at all and even less so when you closed your eyes and returned to that same scenario where death and war were the protagonists but it hurt more to see him smile again because you knew that a part of you had gone with him. And although time will pass, you would always worry about him.

Dressrosa, Corrida Coliseum, the Mera mera fruit on display and prize for the winner of the tournament, finals of block C. A feeling of doubt invades you

And then you saw it

Or so you could have sworn, different emotions swirled against your chest at the sight of him, but it wasn't him, it was someone else's, watching him do those movements like he did, different emotions consuming you, nostalgia for seeing that? anger to see how someone else had his legacy? Was the fear that invaded you so much to relive it all? How are they supposed to prepare you for these things?

He looked like Ace, but you knew he wasn't and would never be, it was all a trip down memory lane to when you were young.

— My god, this reminds me... Of when we where young.

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⠀ ⠀ congratulations!  you've  been  pretending  to  be  human  so  well.  might  even  fool  the  neighbors  reading  your  sunday  papers,  i  won't  tell,  but  i  know  better  than  to,  i  know  we're  not  the  same.  you're  an  angel  in  disguise,  you're  an  angel  in  my  eyes.