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what warms the body (also warms the soul) chapter XXIX

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“Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.”

In a last-ditch effort to recover some of what he has lost, Levi moves to a faraway coastal town untouched by the Rumbling. Perhaps there he can come to terms with the changes this new life has brought him, with the help of a loving community and a bubbly tearoom owner who he can’t seem to get out of his mind.

The only way to describe the evening was jubilant. Levi had never sampled so many lovingly created dishes in one sitting before, though he did not understand the strange penchant for elaborate gelatin displays. He had also drunk enough punch for a lifetime. Miró briefly stopped by to greet the table after loading a plate and scarfing it down in record time to return to his bandmates.

Dessert soon replaced dinner on the banquet tables, open for guests to indulge in at their leisure. Gabi and Falco were pleased with the ‘wine’ they had received, cordial with a dribble of port added in.

Conversation was flowing freely. Levi was nursing a glass of brandy when the topic of first impressions was brought up.

“Y’know, you were nothing like how I’d imagined you, Levi,” Evie offered.

“How so?”

“Well, from Miró’s letters, I had expected a stern, confident gentleman. Certainly not the mild-mannered, soft-spoken one I first met!”

Levi laughed at that. “I do not easily adjust to new people these days.”

“Oh, you were always a sweetheart deep down. What about you? What were your first impressions of Bourne?”

He leaned against his backrest and sighed. “…Kind, and warm. Like I could take a breath.” He shut his eyes and tried to stifle a smile as he reminisced.

The feeling was fresh as morning dew. The salty air that flowed crisp into his lungs, the call of birds welcoming him to his new home. The cheerful tones of voices calling out to him and wishing him well.

“ I was never an outsider to begin with. I have always felt like family, from the moment I stepped off Miró’s boat.”

“How wonderful is that!” Evie waxed lyrical, clasping her heart in her hands nearly moved to tears.

Miró drew his bow across the fiddle strings in one long stroke, signalling the music was about to begin. Each musician tuned their instrument to his, the loud chord resonating through the hall and hitting Levi directly in the chest.

“That’s my cue,” Evie slipped out from her chair and pushed it beneath the table, trotting over to the stage and taking the microphone her husband handed down to her. “Let’s get the dancing started, shall we?”

Her invitation was met with cheers as Miró counted off the band and sent them into a classic folk tune.

While Mikasa and Jean were caught up in awkwardly trying to share a slice of cake over Hura’s head, Falco, dragged by Gabi’s eager hand, made it out into the crowd. Much to Levi’s surprise, his date stayed put.

“You aren’t going to dance?”

“Not yet, no. I’m happy to sit here and digest for now.”

He nodded in agreement. “Let’s continue our conversation then, since I’m curious. How did you see me? When we first met.”

“Hm…Pensive, contemplative, perhaps a little jaded. Devilishly handsome.”

“Devilishly?”

“Oh, yes. Very.”

“Not covered in scars and full of faults?”

She swatted her hand. “Not in the slightest. Frankly, Levi, I had to stop myself from staring at you when you first came to my shop.”

Levi scoffed.

“Don’t laugh! It’s true! Coming in out of the rain like the lead in a romance film. And then I met you, and go to know you, I was entirely enraptured by your personality and your tenacity, fascinated by your life and…and I knew that you belonged in mine.”

His whole expression softened as he gazed into her sincere eyes and nervous smile.

“You…” he replied, “are the greatest thing to ever happen to me. I’ll be damned if I ever lose you.”

“They’d have to drag me away.”

“Ow, Gabi! That’s my toe!” was exclaimed from across the room, quickly sending the couple into hysterics and howling in laughter. Redirecting his attention to where his honorary niece and nephew were stumbling through a country dance with much goodhearted instruction, Levi couldn’t help but grin. They could act like kids now, he thought, laughing without a single care or worry in the world.

“They’re such sweet kids,” she echoed. “Have they grown much since you last saw them?”

“Very much so. I hardly recognized them at first. Falco’s sprung up like a string bean, and Gabi’s far from the crazy little girl I knew. She still has her rebellious streaks though, that I’m sure of.”

“They’ll be adults before you know it…I miss that age. Nothing much to worry about other than schoolwork and boys and girls and how to spend their free time…”

The opening notes to a familiar tune from the direction of the band set her features alight.

“Oh, I love this one! I’ll be back!”

She pushed back on her chair in a rush, nearly toppling it over in the process as she scurried to the dance floor to join hands with her aunt, where two rows were forming on opposite sides.

It was a folk dance she’d been doing since she was a child, the muscle memory taking over as she moved in sync with the adjacent line, but her energy was unmatched. The excess of her skirt was balled up in her fists at her side, head thrown back in laughter in the way that hadn’t taken long for him to come to love.

Levi was not too proud to admit that he was slightly jealous of her partners as they one by one swung her around, all hooting and hollering and singing along. He only wished he were the one dancing with her and making her laugh like that, not wallowing on the sidelines because he feared what might happen if he were to hurt himself or worse, injure her in the process.

She wove down the line of fellow dancers, passed from linked arm to linked arm from one end of the room all the way to the other. With a grand exit, the song came to a close and was bookended by applause and whistling from all participants. She blew a kiss to her uncle onstage as a token of a job well done, returned with a thankful hand on his heart.

When she eventually made her way back to the table, her hair was beginning to fall out of its style, pieces sticking out in strange, dishevelled ways, but she was none the wiser. Her brow sparkled in a sheen of sweat as her heaving chest rose and fell and cheeks began to lessen in hue.

“I think I was better at that one when I was younger,” she chuckled. “After all that, I fancy myself some dessert. Would you like anything?”

“Whatever you think I’d like. I’m not picky.”

“I’ll find you the very best then.”

She kissed the top of his head as she passed by, humming and swinging her hips to the next song.

Levi couldn’t help but feel guilt bubbling up in his stomach. He should be out there with her, he wanted to be. Hesitation just seemed to repeatedly get the best of him, unable to bring himself to ask her for a dance.

He didn’t want to mess up. He didn’t want to step on her toes or be distracted by the pain he knew he’d probably endure on his feet. He didn’t want to disappoint her if he tripped over himself or embarrass her in front of her family and friends. So, he convinced himself to continue holding off, keeping her at arms length in self-preservation, even though it pained him, too. Either way, there was risk.

Levi had come to be deeply risk-adverse. Fear had governed his decisions for most of his life. It was a survival strategy, one that had served him well, tried and true, but at times like these he despised it.

This was not a war zone. In fact, wartime could not have felt further away. Levi had come to terms with the fact that it might be a constant struggle, reaching for what he wanted after he’d stifled those feelings for a lifetime.

A plate of assorted treats was slid in front of him.

“Got you a variety,” she explained, scooting her chair closer to his side and snaking her arm through the loop of his own, popping a pastry into her waiting maw.

All manner of reels and jigs had been played late into the night, jaunty melodies that each had their own respective routines that everyone in the room seemed to know to some degree. Gabi and Falco had not returned to their seats for a single song.

When many were at last starting to tire, the band switched to ballads and other slow songs that garnered a modicum of confidence in Levi. They tightness in his ribs began to relax. Maybe he couldn’t handle the fast pace of a folk dance, but he could certainly manage something like this.

As the next song began, he gained a rush of courage and was about to offer his hand when she abruptly stood and threaded between chair-backs to the next table over.

From across the room, she had recognized the look on Mikasa’s face as she turned to her husband. Hopeful.

It was their song.

Jean’s expression had matched hers too, but both began to fizzle as they peered down to the sleeping infant in her arms. It would have seemed like just a passing moment to anyone else, but not to the woman that sat beside Levi.

No, she trudged right on over, arms already openly positioned to cradle Hura.

“Get out there and have some fun,” Levi overheard her encourage. “I’m more than happy to watch her. You deserve a break.”

“…Are you sure?”

“I want nothing more. She’ll be in good hands.”

The baby only stirred as she was passed from arm to arm, but quickly settled as her new guardian rocked and cooed at her.

Mikasa’s now-free hand entwined with Jean’s as he pulled out her chair and escorted her to the floor with a hand perched on her hipbone, looking back with a youthful grin peeking through her tough exterior.

Her cheek came to rest against Jean’s shoulder as his hands found her waist, protectively sheltering her from the outside of their little bubble.

From the sidelines, Levi looked on with fondness. He was so exceptionally proud of Mikasa. She had endured more hardship than anyone should have to at such a young age, forced to grow up far too fast, but through it all she never lost her courage to strive for happiness. She was braver than he was, Levi thought, but she deserved every morsel of it.

“What ever is going through that head of yours, dear Levi?” she inquired as she sat back down with their new guest.

He tittered at her theatrical tone. “They’re…going to be alright. That’s all.”

“Of course they will. They had the strongest man I’ve ever met to guide them.”

Oh, if only she knew what those words used to mean.

“Isn’t that right, little one? Your mommy and daddy had the best mentor.”

Hura continued to snooze comfortably amidst the music and hubbub, allowing her parents to indulge in some much-needed time to themselves that not many new parents could afford.

What a joy it was to have a village, even halfway across the world.

She hummed as she rocked the baby back and forth in smooth motions in time with the music, smiling down at her soft lips and button nose and unruly tufts of hair. Levi wondered if she wanted kids of her own. He could see himself as a father, with little ones that looked like him, if he had grown up in a healthier environment. He would give them everything he didn’t have as a child, and as much love as he could outpour. He’d be at every school event, every art show or dance recital or game. He’d tell them stories of his friends, their lost aunties and uncles who would never get to meet them but would have adored them all the same.

He could see it, and he wondered if she might ever want to share that with him.

He blinked away that vision, that dream as she handed the infant back into her father’s arms with a gentle caress and kiss to her little forehead.

The number of couples on the floor steadily dwindled as it crept closer to midnight. Some began to yawn, others laughing loudly as their inhibitions went down with their drink.

“Have you…had a nice evening?” he gauged, anxious to fill the quiet with something but treading carefully nonetheless.

“I’m having a wonderful time.”

“You…are?”

“Mmhm,” she responded. “Because I get to spend it with you.”

How could she say it so casually and with such a genuine smile.

Levi’s breath hitched as it finally clicked that he hadn’t disappointed her. Any limitation he had rolled off her shoulders like falling snow, as if it didn’t bother her in the slightest, as if it made no difference. Any apprehensions he once had could be melted away under the heat of her hand, replaced by warm, gentle encouragement to reach for what he really wanted.

She’d never push him, and for that he was thankful. He needed to do things independently if this life he’d built were to be sustainable. He would try, for her. He could do with her good influence. When he was ready to take the leap, he trusted that she would be there to catch him.

With a final swig of his brandy, Levi set down his empty glass with a clunk and steeled himself.

“Well…I think, before we go,” he drew out, “we should make good use of your lessons, don’t you think?”

When he turned his head to measure his offer’s reception, he was met with sparkling eyes that had been on him the entire time, waiting for this moment.

So he stood.

She extended her hand, easing him out of his chair on unsteady legs and clearing a path to the floor that was left for them and them alone.

Levi slotted his fingers into hers, bringing them to his heart and sweeping her in with his other arm. He teetered, but where he did she steadied him. Where she faltered, he made up the difference.

His chin dipped to where her head fit into the dip of his neck like a perfectly cut puzzle piece.

His other half.

He had never held her so close, and he never wished to let her go from then on. Her eyelashes tickled his cheek and perfume enveloped his senses, the warmth of her breath and her hands reaching into the deepest recesses of his being and prying them wide open so that they may be filled by the only thing that ever could. He looked down at the woman in his arms and saw his future. He leaned on her and it hurt and every part of his body ached. But he was alive.

And my, was it spectacular.

A/N: And with that, our adventure draws to a close. I’m going to take a break for a little while, but I fully intend to write a bonus chapter! Make sure you follow so you’re notified when it’s released!

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what warms the body (also warms the soul) chapter XXVIII

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“Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.”

In a last-ditch effort to recover some of what he has lost, Levi moves to a faraway coastal town untouched by the Rumbling. Perhaps there he can come to terms with the changes this new life has brought him, with the help of a loving community and a bubbly tearoom owner who he can’t seem to get out of his mind.

At long last, the day of the formal had arrived.

Levi could have cursed as he awoke stiff as a frozen board. Fall was threatening to set in early, and not only had he neglected to turn on the heater last night, but his alarm clock had failed him and let him doze well into the morning.

He shivered and grumbled until he was under the shower spray, its warmth leeching into his bones and releasing much of the tension stored up in his muscles. He wasn’t going to let anything get in the way today, not when she had so excitedly taught him to dance. He’d sooner crawl there if he had to than risk letting her down.

Unfortunately for him, the pain didn’t ease completely. On any other day, he simply would have gone back to bed. He couldn’t afford such a luxury. He steeled himself in front of the mirror, determined to have a wonderful outcome to the day no matter what, downing a painkiller that his ego seldom allowed.

In nothing but his underthings, Levi retrieved his suit from the closet and laid it across his armrests, reaching up to hang it from the curtain rod in hopes the residual steam from his shower would release the wrinkles it had collected from sitting dormant.

In a blink amidst all the rushing around, he found himself dressed at the vanity straightening his cravat and giving his hair a final comb before wheeling out the door. He had a date to pick up, after all.

Moving didn’t hurt so much nor the air feel so brisk once he had a destination in mind. He’d promised to be at her door by 5:30, and he intended to make good on that.

The leaves along the country lane were only just starting to turn from their summer greens. Soon enough, the birds would make their way southward and all would be quiet save for the rustle of fallen foliage. Levi didn’t mind that idea as much as he used to. He knew what to expect now, knew how to survive it and how to thrive in it. That spring would come again when it was all over.

The curtains of the tearoom were shut when he rode down the sidewalk, the light from inside diffusing through the holes in the lace. He pushed off of his footplate and leaned on the railing up to the door, knocking a simple 1-2.

“One minute!” his lover called out from inside.

He wrung his hands, passing his thumbs over each other one after the other, contemplating whether or not he should have purchased a corsage or some flowers when the hinges creaked and out walked a woman akin to that of a goddess.

“You…look incredible.”

Levi couldn’t recall the Abrian word for ‘ethereal’ or if there was even a word that could encapsulate just how heavenly she looked in that gown. It made his heart swell

“Oh, stop. Don’t, you’ll make me self-conscious…”

“I can’t help it, you’re…wow.”

She sheepishly attempted to slough off his loving gaze before she turned all shades of pink.

“Gabi is just helping Falco find his dress shoes, they’ll be out in a minute.”

They could take an hour for all he cared, as long as he got to keep looking at her dressed like that. A handbag lazily swung from her wrist, studded in little gemstones that matched the ones that dangled from her ears, her hair scooped out of the way to display them. It was nothing short of opulent paired with that dress that swept over the tops of her feet.

She clasped his hand in hers and steadied him back down to his chair on the walkway, wobbling a fair bit herself.

“I feel like a newborn foal in these shoes…”

“We can stumble all over the dance floor together, then.”

Her soft chuckle disarmed him as Gabi and Falco burst from inside, each equally dressed to the nines. They bounded down the steps shrugging on coats and wiggling into shoes.

“Look, Uncle Levi! She helped me curl my hair!”

“Very nice, Gabi. Are we all ready?”

Falco, on the other hand, had grown more comfortable with his quiet and mild nature with age, and he agreed with a nod.

“Well then, we don’t want to keep everyone waiting.”

Excitement surged through them all as they started down the road.

“Uncle Levi, can we have some wine with din—”

“Absolutely not.”

“Darling!” Evie careened around the community centre’s foyer doors, enveloping her niece in her arms and pecking her cheek, “Don’t you look gorgeous! Like a movie star!”

“Auntie…”

“And you!” she leaned down to give Levi the same treatment. “I didn’t think you could get more handsome!”

“Far from it, Evie. You look lovely.”

Her eyes crinkled in a grin as she spun to show off her dress, little pearls woven into her strands of silver hair. “There never are enough occasions to get all dressed up, I think. Now, I’ve put you all at table 6, next to ours. Mikasa, Jean and the little one are already settled in over there. Feel free to put your things down and get a drink before we start dinner. Leslie made the most delicious punch.”

“Where’s Uncle?”

“Oh, he’s tuning up his violin with the band. He’s been so excited, practising up a storm, I don’t think there has been much silence in the house all week! Hura didn’t seem to mind though, she sleeps so soundly.”

“I’m sure you’ve been doting on her just as much. You never can get enough of babies, Auntie.”

“She is the sweetest thing I have ever set eyes on. Except my own, of course. Oh, and you, dear,” she snuck in. “Now, shoo, shoo! Go enjoy yourselves! Dinner starts in 30.”

Their party ushered into the main auditorium and instantly had their breath stolen. The community centre had been transformed into a dream venue, far from its usual bare bones. Twinkling lights cascaded down from the rafters like vines, giving the appearance of falling stars that glittered off of the hardwood floors, a small stage for the band set up on the back wall. Tables had been laid out surrounding the main dance floor, each one laid out with lacy tablecloths and scattered with tea lights and botanicals. A longer banquet table had been set up along the far side, also modestly decorated, but more so covered in all manner of dishes for the meal in mismatched yet somehow cohesive serving dishes.

Jean looked up from his conversation with his wife and waved them over. He was freshly shaven, his hair brushed back and bowtie slightly askew. “My my, you all clean up nicely!”

“I didn’t take you for the bowtie-wearing type,” Levi dryly chaffed.

“It’s Armin’s. I betcha he’ll have a cow when he realizes it’s missing!”

Meanwhile, Levi’s partner sat her handbag on an unoccupied chair and greeted Mikasa, who looked positively stunning in her white tea-length.

“It’s my wedding dress,” she explained. “I thought it was too much of a waste not to wear it again.”

“And rightly so! You look wonderful, and so does this little one!” she cooed, reaching out to caress the infant’s cheek. Hura broke into a toothless smile, and Mikasa gasped before frantically waving over her husband.

“Jean! Jean, look! She’s smiling.”

Jean nearly tripped over the table leg to get close enough to see his daughter beaming up at them, his breathing getting heavy as he resisted the urge to cry. “Look at you, sweet girl…Soon as we know it, she’ll be calling me Dada…”

“I knew he’d be a softie,” Levi leaned in to quietly mutter in her direction.

A low whistle came from behind them.

“Well, well! Look at all the good-looking people!” Donovan cried. “I’ve just finished getting the camera set up if you’re interested in a family portrait or two before it gets too busy?”

“Please, Uncle Levi! Can we?” Gabi begged.

As much as Levi hated the idea of being in front of a camera, experience had taught him never to pass up the opportunity if it was offered to him.

No regrets.

“…Alright. Lead the way.”

Her smile was worth its weight in gold.

Soon enough, the whole of them were cramming into frame as Donovan arranged and rearranged them like mannequins until he was satisfied everyone was in the right place. Then he took his place behind the tripod, setting his eye against the viewfinder.

“Stay still now…3…2…”

The hand on Levi’s shoulder squeezed and he reached up to clasp it as the shutter flashed.

Donovan made quick work of switching out the film to make multiple copies before laying them out on a nearby table to develop. Their likenesses appeared out of the shadows, perfectly transposed in monochrome hues surrounded in a crisp white border.

He’d never seen a photo of himself, Levi realized as he peered down at the picture. On that sheet, he was no captain, no soldier.

Just a very lucky man.

The cacophony of voices in the main dining area was beginning to grow as mealtime drew near. Donovan slipped each copy into a fitted envelope for each household, winking to Levi that he’d only made one to stay in Bourne because he ‘figured you wouldn’t be in two households for much longer.’

Levi rolled his eyes at that, although he didn’t hate the idea.

So, he took his place at the dining table as glasses clinked in celebration of a summer well spent and let the festivities begin.

A/N: It is with great joy (and anxiety) that I announce that the next chapter will be the finale! Stay tuned for that, and perhaps some bonus content!

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Restless

"The circles under your eyes are getting darker each time we meet"

Were the words that came out of his mouth the moment he got close enough to talk to me.  A few months ago and I would've found his choice of words rude, offensive even. However experience has taught me to look beyond his sharp remarks, he's not trying to offend me, this is his strange way of asking 'is everything alright?'.

Whilst he may not be the most skilled conversationalist there is, Levi is probably the most caring individual I've ever met. I know he's worried, his dark circles trigger the same feeling in me.

"I could say the same to you"

Levi is a fine man, in pretty much all aspects: he's knowledgeable, honest, calm, handsome... One could argue that the scars and the blinded eye make him unfit for the word 'handsome', but I couldn't disagree more.

The way his pale skin reflects the morning rays of the sun is ethereal, when directly receiving the radiation his skin glows like a mother-of-pearl. The greyish eye that stares at me reminds me faintly of stormy skies, so much so that I can almost smell petrichor. His ravenette strands, forever kept in an undercut, contrast perfectly with his fair skin in a way that feels almost poetic, like Yin and Yang in perfect harmony, complementing each other effortlessly.

I'm convinced  that this man is nature's masterpiece, and it takes great self control on my part not to slip into a trance and marvel at him for the rest of the day.

"Well, yeah I haven't had a decent night of sleep since I was 8 years old, but that's not the case for you. So what's been keeping you awake?"

You! Levi Ackerman, you've been keeping me awake! Although I don't think it's fair to put the blame on you, after all you don't steal my sleep on purpose.

One week- that's how long I've been depriving myself of a good night of sleep. Last week I figured out a bunch of 'whys': why I always turned so fast after hearing the doorbell of the bakery ring, why I'm so eager to be the one serving you, why whenever I went out shopping my eyes would linger on the teacups and I'd wonder if you would like them, why I started buying more brands of teas for you to try, why I stopped adding so much sugar to my infusions, why I always found the day to be gloomy when you didn't show up, why bought a book about tea brewing so I wouldn't serve you a 'shitty cup of tea' anymore, why your dirty mouth never bothered me, why I never seem to notice how much time we spent talking until you pointed it out, why my blood boiled that one day you showed up with a pretty woman by your side, why I found the darkest days so easy to go through after talking to you.

The why is: Love.

Levi you stole my heart, and took my sleep along with you. When night comes and I'm waiting for the slumber to catch me, your face appears in my mind, our conversations replay in my head like a loop, my imagination wanders freely with tooth achingly sweet thoughts...

But then anxiety comes, and what was once sweet turns bitter, 'he doesn't like you that way', 'the age gap would mine the relationship', 'you're a coward that can't even ask him out'.

But of course I'm not telling you that.

"Tea. I've been training my brewing skills so I can please my favorite customer"

SNK does not belong to me.

This is a sample of a story I've been thinking about writing. Please feel free to give your critics, I'd like to evolve my writing abilities and there's nothing better than good feedback.

This is my first time posting a story, please bear my lack of skills in pampering the post.

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positivity post 😁😁!!!!

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This is what Rasputin would've wanted.

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What a delicious man 👌 💕

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rattles the bars of my cage

id: A full body sketch of Thatch from One Piece standing in a casual pose looking off to the left. He is redesigned to look like he'd chosen to eat the darkness fruit, dressed in black clothes instead of his usual white. His chef's uniform shirt has been switched out for a "pirate shirt" with a deep v neck, ruffles and swooping sleeves. He has tattoos depicting two swallows and a heart on his chest, and barely visible top surgery scars. Around his neck hangs a ring on a chain, and on his belt sits two cutlasses. His yellow scarf is tied around his right bicep. /end id.

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Happy birthday Thatch 💕💕

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Hey guys. You know what? I’m sure Sabo wants to meet Ace in the next life. I’m sure he wants to fix everything and I’m sure that he would give a lot for one chance to do it. He would like to feel the touch of Ace’s hands again. He’d like to see Ace’s face up close again and Ace’s thin lips stretched into a smile and Ace’s eyes that Sabo can’t remember clearly and Ace’s freckles…

He would like to feel Ace’s breath on skin and to see Ace’s hair falling over his face. He would like to touch Ace, to burrow into those dark strands, to stroke the hot (he’s sure) hand. He would like to kiss him softly, to hold him close, to be hugged back by him. He’d like to be around and to feel what it’s like to do all of these after all these years but…

but he’s not even sure how Ace looked grown up. There are only photographs in newspapers and leaflets and and this is all he can rely on now, building up the image in his head piece by piece. And this image is so flimsy. It dissolves as soon as Sabo open his eyes… open his eyes and realize that Ace is not around

and he will never be around again.

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thatch page😳⚔️

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fav character: *dies*

me: *reads a bunch of fanfics where they don't die and live happily ever after*

me:

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wb pirates compilation! can you tell i have a favourite lmao

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those extremely bromantic official rings got everyone on Twitter talking about married ZoSan, and it reminded me of a couple of wedding comics I’d had planned for ages but never had the impetus to actually draw… what are the chances

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Okay, this one wasn't easy, as I didn't know which muse to use at first. Then my love for the dorky pompadoured chef shined through and yeah, this happened. It's from the February prompt - snowfall.

Enjoy <3

Thatch x GN reader SFW Word count: 568

You liked to watch the snow fall over the sea, especially at night, as it was as if it lit up the world. It was hard to describe and it was one of these things you had to see to be able to understand. To you, this was one of nature’s most beautiful sights, one you didn’t often experience. A sigh left your lips, as you pulled your coat closer around you, as you tried to keep yourself warm. Most of your brothers and sisters were inside, keeping themselves warm indoors. You could hear their laughter now and then and you would soon join them. First you wanted to soak in this heavenly beauty.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t hear the snow crack, as someone walked over the deck to you. It was not that loud, but still you should have picked it up. So when strong arms suddenly were wrapped around your waist, a surprised yelp left your lips and you turned your head to see Thatch there, grinning at you.

“Come dance with me in the snow, hon.” He said, turning you around and started to move. You were happy that it was cold outside so you could blame the redness of your cheek on it. Every time Thatch called you hon or just did silly things with you, you felt your heart race. Being in love with him wasn’t easy, he tended to call most people hon and he was your commander. Still, you couldn’t help it and you enjoyed all the time he held you, danced with you or just spend time with you. It was your most treasured memories and it was enough; at least for now.

Smiling, you tried to follow his lead, though you did feel silly dancing without music. It was then you heard him hum softly, a melody you loved, having told him once that it was your favorite song. You closed your eyes, placing your head on his chest, as you danced slowly across the deck in the first snowfall of the night. Maybe you put too much in it, but it felt like you were a couple, sneaking out to be alone. For a moment you let the feeling warm you, knowing that it was just a wish.

At some point he stopped humming, slowing down the dance before stopping completely. You opened your eyes and looked up at him, his brown hues shining so lovingly at you, making your heart skip a beat and your cheek getting redder. He was so beautiful, so breathtaking, especially when the snow fell on him like now.

Suddenly you felt him flick your nose and you blinked, having not realized he’d spoken to you. Slightly embarrassed, you smiled a little, as to say you were now listening.

“Thank you for the dance, love. Would you mind if I ended it with a kiss?” He asked softly.

You thought for sure you were dreaming again. Had he just asked if he could kiss you? Did he really like you? Wait, he’d said love, not hon. So he did like you? Slowly you nodded, not sure if you could trust your voice to bring a simple yes. As soon as you nodded, you felt his lips pressed against yours, your eyes closed and the last thought that passed through your mind, was how beautiful the first snowfall on the sea was.

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Happy Vday 💝🥺 Chibi Commission part 1

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In this house , we live for the AU Thatch ate that fucking fruit