#cxrdioectomy

[narumakiii]

@cxrdioectomy ♡ for a one - liner

❛   waking up someone from their nap is so rude . . i was so comfortable !  ❜

[ncfertari]

@cxrdioectomy ~requested starter~

“Stay still, this might hurt,” Vivi warned Law as she dabbed the alcohol-soaked cloth across the injury. Once the princess had gotten a good amount on, the female tossed the bloodied rag onto the table along with the rest of the medical supplies. Inspecting his wounds, Vivi noticed how deep they were and he couldn’t just leave it like this.“I think we’ll have to break out the needle and thread for this one.” Observing the other, she smiled and shook her head. No, she was almost laughing at the attempt to be strong the male was making. “Sure, tough guy. It’ll only take a second.” She sighed heavily and relaxed back into the wooden chair. “Hey, this is what happens when you purposely push the boundaries with powerful pirates.” Vivi reprimanded blithely. Searching for the materials she was talking about, she grinned and got out the needle and thread from the first aid kit. Law’s clothes were unbuttoned, clinging to the undisturbed half of his body. Even though it was wrong and perverted, onyx eyes couldn’t help staring at his robust, rippling muscles now and then.

Vivi pushed more of his shirt off his body to reveal the wound better. For an unprofessional, the princess was pretty good at basic medical care by now. Whenever it was required, she was the one popping shoulders back into place or patching up wounds. The cut was placed in a weird, diagonal direction and it was more difficult to get a good stitch in. Plus, the pirate insisted on slouching forward, making it even harder for her. Quickly getting frustrated, she ran her fingers through her hair and exhaled loudly. Whenever the princess was in doctor mode, her whole attitude changed and she became a lot more domineering and bossy. Something she learned from her time spent with him.

At the angle the female was positioned, she was uncomfortable and the stitches were coming out like complete crap. It took Vivi multiple tries and finally, he threw the needle and thread on the table with a clang and slid down to sit on his lap glaring up at him with her arms crossed.

[voidcenturyseashanties]

@cxrdioectomy sent: "That cough doesn't sound good." ⇶ Marco && Ace

The cough in question started as an incessant tickle in his throat. What he dismissed as a hair or some other irritant had not gone away, no matter how much water he consumed. His throat had become raw. Soon, he found himself immeasurably tired, even wilting on his feet. His shoulders rounded when he stood, which caused his upper back to droop. Listless && confused, Ace hunched over the taffrail for support as his body succumbed to the siege of yet another coughing fit. What had started dry and nagging, had transmogrified into something vicious, demanding, and wet. Stubborn sputum refused to leave his lungs crackled in his tight, throbbing chest. Muscle fibers seized. A pained gasp clipped the air. Unfortunately, it ushered in an even more insistent cough which caused him to double over the taffrail completely. Tears that collected at the corners of dark, glassy eyes spilled over. Even if he had the capacity to argue, he knew he would not win.

meme: Winter Bug

[diolanza]

❝ there’s quite a lot about me you don’t know. ❞ - marco to perspero

arcane starters!

Perospero stared down at the other, a brow quirking. When he'd been told that he had a guest, he expected someone offering to help Totto Land with the fallout of Mama's death or one of his siblings annulling the marriage that they'd been forced into. But in had walked Marco the Phoenix, simply striding in as if he had been invited. Perospero had glared at him from his throne, rebuilt to fit someone of a smaller stature than Mama. He crossed one leg over the other, hardly listening to what the other had to say, waiting to excuse him the moment he was done speaking. Bored gaze flitted back to the other at his last words.

❝ And why, exactly, would I care to know you in the first place, perorin? ❞

[diolanza]

━━━━ʚ𖦹ɞ━━━━

Forced to bite back a remark, Perospero glowered at the other, finding himself more and more ashamed that he was even in his presence. Marco was right to be suspicious, especially after the former Big Mom pirates failed allyship with the Beast Pirates had fallen through enough to land in hell itself. His self-worth had gotten low enough that he considered debasing himself if it meant he wouldn't have to deal with the pain anymore. There was...one more thing, but he wouldn't dare. He groaned, putting his face into his hands, cringing at the mere thought.

❝ What would you have me do, sing and dance for you? ❞ The question isn't entirely rhetorical, but he wasn't sure he had the capability of breaking into song just for medical aid. He pulled his hands away from his face, chocolate eyes staring intently at the other.

❝ I've come to you with only the necessary crew to get hee. You're free to check the surrounding waters, but the only vessel you'll find is my personal one. Would I really come to you alone in the midst of my country falling apart if I wished to attack this island? Would I even admit that if I weren't serious? ❞

He supposed a good man might feel pity for the other's plight. Especially when technically Marco likely did have the means to help. If Perospero was standing right in front of him Marco doubted it was fatal.

He knew a good doctor would help, forget all past prejudices for the sake of doing the right thing. Instead he laughed until his chest ached from lack of oxygen. He didn't even bother humoring acknowledging him right away as he fixed his glasses from they had slipped down his face.

"Okay so I'm understanding this correctly, you were injured. The doctors on Whole Cake Island are busy and you're hoping that I would help you? Give me a better reason than repayment-yoi. How do I know that if I help you you won't have your crew attack this island, because I don't know about you but my days of fighting are over. I'd rather just throw you in the ocean and leave than get in a fight because I took pity on someone. Not saying I won't BUT I need a better reason than an 'i-o-u'."

[voidcenturyseashanties]

@cxrdioectomy sent: "So good news, I found your Captain. Bad news we had to fight his way out of an army of marines and I still don't understand how he got where I found him." ⇶ Ace && Nami

A blank expression ( initially ) adorned the navigator's delicate features. Aggravation etched in little by little: a soft dent burrowed between knit brows. A discrete crinkle bunched the bridge of her nose. To say she was surprised would be a lie: between Luffy and Zoro, it was a wonder they managed to get anywhere. Those two had a penchant for wandering, and unfortunately, zero sense of direction to pair with that wanderlust. "When you say we, I'm assuming that means you and Luffy but . . . " Nami's torso teetered to the side. A glance swept around the tattooed body before her. Her captain was not in tow.

"Where is he now?"

unprompted 🧡

[voidcenturyseashanties]

@cxrdioectomy sent: "Ace! There you are-yoi. I got you a gift while we were at port." Marco tossed the small box over. Keeping a straight face and refusing to tell Ace it was a pacifier he found on the ground, still covered in dirt.

"A gift? Well, it's about time you show a little appreciation!" Ace exclaimed with an ear-to-ear grin across his freckled visage. Muscular arms extended out in front; eager fingers wiggled as if to will the box from the doctor's hands into his own. When it was airborne, he snatched it with ease and clutched it tight to his chest. The excitement in his expression pooled to the left, presenting now a cocksure smirk. The box was held up and rattled beside his ear. Something was definitely in there, but he was unsure of what. It could not have been very big. It was definitely some sort of trinket. Maybe a charm of some sort? No. It was bigger than that. A pendant? The thought wrinkled his nose. Did Marco know him at all? Anticipation possessed him. The lid was flipped off in an instant. The wolfish grin spread far across his face as he peered over the lip and into the box. In the time it took for the contents to register, a quizzical expression bled through. The grin promptly fell, conquered by bemusement. "The hell is this, exactly?"

unprompted

[voidcenturyseashanties]

He studied the object intently: fingers moved over the slick, wet surface. Disgust curled his lips momentarily when the words Marco spoke fully penetrated his thoughts. This was in some kid's mouth? Ugh! Displeasure contorted his freckled face to an indisputable sneer. Instinctively he dropped it back in the box and then whipped it back at the physician. "Gross!" Ace exclaimed, now furiously scrubbing his fingers against his pants. Was he that upset about a gag gift? It was just . . . oh. Right. Now it was all coming back to him. It was at that moment that his features flipped entirely. From abject revulsion to a mirthful grin, the Fire Fist's eyes ignited with mischief. "What's the matter? Did it ruffle your feathers that I got ya diapers?" asked Ace with a snicker, "I hear old people can't control their bladders or bowels just like babies. You're getting up there, y'know." So old man Marco wanted a prank war? Then he would surely get one.

A little appreciation? He almost scoffed at that, if he had felt guilty about what he was doing even a little bit before than now then that thoroughly went clean out the nearest window and drowned in the sea.

Watching Ace try to check the box before opening it was just icing on the cake. Especially when the stupid grin fell from his youthful face. Marco really struggled not to laugh. Keeping a straight face was damn near impossible.

"Found it on the way here. Thought you could use it," he assumed so toddler and the kid's mother either didn't notice or decided instead of shoving it back in the kid's mouth just left it. Either way, "after that gift you gave me last time I thought I'd return the favor-yoi."

[voidcenturyseashanties]

"Waste my time?" The cook repeated, his disbelief inflated the upward inflection further. The words had to marinate briefly: shock stewed, and simmering indignation bubbled up to the surface. While emotions processed ( though he did his best to downplay them ) Sanji looked over the man wilting before him. His gait was notably sloppy, indicative of the havoc wrought by malaise and lethargy. Each inhale seemed strained and shallow. A sympathetic smile stretched across his lips. The cigarette—no doubt an irritant to the pirate's ailing lungs—was quickly plucked from his lips and extinguished in a nearby tray ( one of many placed by their navigator. ) Hesitance suspended his hands over the brunette's freckled shoulders. Would he be scalded at the touch? Would the sensation of cooler hands shock him? Fingers undulated pending a decision. Upon deciding not to add any unpleasant stimuli, Sanji's fingers furled neatly against his palms for a moment. Rather than reach out, he chose to linger close by, at the ready in case Ace lost his balance or ability to stand. "Please," he insisted, "do not think of yourself as an imposition. Everyone needs help sometimes."

@voidcenturyseashanties asked, "Let's get you to bed, huh?" from Sanji to Ace. Winter Bug || Status: Accepting

"You don't have to do this." He said, guilt heavy in his chest. This man was part of his little brother's crew. He was Luffy's friend. He shouldn't be helping Ace like this.

He was supposed to be Luffy's strong big brother, not the one that needed taken care of. No matter how small the gesture is.

It was a pity that he didn't really know the layout of the ship like he knew Whitebeard's and it was the only reason he admittedly gave in after putting up so little of a fight. His head and chest ached far to much to wander aimlessly around Luffy's ship until he accidentally found the right place.

And he sure as hell didn't want Luffy to find out he was sick and treat him like the kid brother and force him to rest, "I don't want to waste your time."

[voidcenturyseashanties]

A warm cheek pressed against his chest. From ear to ear, a vibrant grin split the dancer's face. There was a rather comforting warmth that emanated from the physician. Half-lidded eyes beamed up at him while arms snaked around his trunk. He was a bit too tall to hug properly ( or at least by her metric ) but she settled for allowing her hand to surf up the man's scapular valley whilst the other arm cinched them together. Strength was not abundant in a body still recovering, but she was determined to use every available ounce to keep them tethered for a meaningful embrace. After all, if it were not for his arrival, she would not have made it out of the raid alive.

"Hey," Neela chirped, "we . . . we are friends now, right?"

@voidcenturyseashanties asked, "The shuffling of her feet picked up in pace. Soon, it evolved into a breakneck sprint. There he was! Her new friend! His assistance in the raid was instrumental to their success. The events had become a blur for the dancer—vignettes of being bludgeoned, kicked, narrowly evading other blows, and collapsing when her body could no longer take the endless onslaught—but his appearance was not a memory she could forget even if she tried. Wound wrappings on her torso were concealed under her kimono, save for those on her bare feet. Arms thrust out on either side as she closed in. “Hey, wait! Friends don’t leave without giving hugs!” Neela cooed between pained pants, “You saved my life in Onigashima!” from Neela to Marco 🥺

He had done what he came here to do. The Strawhats and their allies had won the battle and he had done his part. While the thrill of battle was great in the heat of moment and made him almost miss the good old days after the fact he was sore, tired and wanted a nap somewhere away from everyone else for a couple hours.

But he had to get back home. The people back home needed him, or at least needed his protection from pirates that are looking for an easy target to go after now that Pops was gone.

He was about to take off when he heard someone yelling from him. He hadn't really been that familiar with the Strawhat Crew members but he knew of most of their reputations, he thought he could recognize their faces with how small Ace's crazy little brother's actual crew is. But when he turned around to see someone he definitely knew was one of Straw Hats bunch he stopped.

Now he wasn't a hugging man. He did it for people he knew now and then, during big moments but that was about it.

Still when he looked at this girl with her arms out he figured 'why not'. Walking up to her he wrapped his arms around her, he could have did it harder but he didn't want to risk hurting her even more after a hell of a battle like that.

"Glad to be of help knocking Kaido and Big Mom down a peg-yoi."

[voidcenturyseashanties]

The dancer's chin traced a straight line before unceremoniously tumbling backward; all but aimed at the sky, a pair of enormous umber eyes stared up at the man nearly three times her own height. A fresh tissue had been plucked from a nearby box. Though he insisted otherwise, Neela was not entirely convinced he was as well as he claimed. "You don't sound fine," Neela chirped, "do you usually sneeze that much?" The first was jarring: it was loud and unexpected. The subsequent expulsions she at least could hear coming since her focus was now entirely consumed by his presence. "You know, it's probably gonna be worse if you don't use this," her words rode a melody almost mocking, though that was not her intent. "I'm not gonna look in case you're embarrassed or anything! It happens! I won't tell anyone!" Laughter bubbled up from her belly, "but I think people can hear you anyway, you big silly." Once more, she flicked her wrist. She rose on the balls of her feet, extending her reach a mere inch or two more. "Here," offered the dancer as her free hand descended over her eyes, "before you get too messy."

@voidcenturyseashanties asked, "Tissue?" Neela for Katakuri Winter Bug || Status: Accepting

He didn't get sick often. He didn't know if it was simply his own good luck, strong immune system or any other contributing factor that he did not care to understand. But the rare time he did get sick it was a kind of hell that ended with him having a new, short lived resentment for his family and anyone else that dared to need anything from him during that time.

This was one of those times. His head pounded, his throat burned from coughing fits when no one was around to notice. The only thing he couldn't hide was the sound of sneezing.

Even with the scarf it was impossible to hide it after the sixth sneeze in five minutes. It just made that the fact that this woman that was clearly part of the Strawhat Crew felt so comfortable commenting that much more insulting.

"I'm fine."

[voidcenturyseashanties]

Disbelief yanked his mouth clean open. Thankfully, the cigarette had been plucked from his lips before the audacious statement was made. Suspended in silence, paralyzed by simmering rage, the cook glowered across the galley at the surgeon. A snarl twisted his lips. Boiled over anger launched him forth with fearsome speed to the surface in question. "Problems which have never occurred so long as I have been cooking, either on this ship or anywhere else," Sanji spat, his mouth still contorted with contempt. "The counter and cooktops are the last things to be sanitized so as to not re-introduce any bacteria to any of the dishes. Then the cast iron be given a new coating to season it if need be," he explained, though it felt rather pointless to do so. Restless hands plunged into his pockets. His shoulders crept up toward his ears. "You do realize that sanitation is an integral part of preparing a meal, don't you? Did that concept get stuck somewhere? Maybe I could kick it loose for you," hissed the cook, unable to stop the agitated tapping of his toe.

@voidcenturyseashanties asked, “Since when are you my boss?” - Sanji Workplace Starters || Status: Accepting

Maybe in an ideal world he would admit this argument was stupid and pointless. But this was hardly an ideal world, life was hard and as much as he would scoff at anyone that treated him like some big city doctor with something to prove that didn't change his pride and common sense was stronger than his desire to enjoy the peace he had found.

"I don't tell you how to cook, don't tell me how disinfecting a surface works." He reiterated. Sipping the coffee he had originally come in for. "And I am not telling you how to clean your kitchen. I'm just saying many bacteria can live on surfaces for far longer than most people realize. And it can be a breeding ground for problems."

Even as he spoke he had admit, if just to himself, he maybe going past the point of just being true and going to the point of being an asshole. But he was hardly one to give up digging a grave, metaphorically or literally halfway.

[thecursivelegends]

꒰ 🪸 ꒱ ࣪𓂂 ׅ The youngest of the two just silently followed him and allowed himself to be dragged as they made their way into the tavern. well, not as silent for he was still grumbling a bit before he sat down next to one of his older brothers at the bar. arm's crossed and actin' as grumpy as ever.

. . . the nudged caused hims to blink as he glanced over at the kind women who patiently waited on him. then at ace as he bashfully glanced at the menu. it's true that around his family on the ship he acted all high and might bursting with unruly confidence. but around strangers it was still difficult for him to fake that confidence.

❝ Ahem* well, since I have no other choice. I want your best most flavorful ramen, extra spicy with corn and your tastiest meat! . . . . with hot cocoa, ❞ he ordered but then glanced at ace and remembered . . a bit of manners ❝ uh, p- please. . . AND NO VEGETABLES! ❞

"Come on. Don't get picky now! You're the one making jokes about eating sleeping pills." He said, good-naturedly. Not even once considering mentioning how when he was younger long before he even became a pirate that he was eating whatever he (and eventually Luffy) hunted. So being picky was hardly something he was even going to humor.

When they weren't running out of restaurants without paying.

But Ace didn't. Instead dragging him into the first place and pulling him to the bar. The woman behind the bar offering them a smile as he nudged the other to order, "go on."

[thecursivelegends]

꒰ 🪸 ꒱ ࣪𓂂 ׅ what he was thinking? well —-— he . . . . he had a good reason for it, sort of. at least he thinks it was a good reason. after all he wasn't some imbecile that just spontaneously runs into flames for the thrill of it.

but before he could explain the reasonings for his action. marco's question left him stumped. staring down at his ablazed hands, he then glanced down at his feet that he realized was causing burn marks on the ships wood.

『 ⇡ ‘ at least it's not as hot as the usual. that's an improvement. ’ 』

he thought to himself before glancing over the ship at the blue seas. “ that would be the logical sense but, will there be someone who could fetch out of the ocean? . . . I can't exactly swim. ” he asked his brother he glanced back at him through the eyes alone.

@thecursivelegends asked, "I just ran through fire and now I'm on fire…" - Reddson to Marco callmekevin plays Project Zomboid || Status: Accepting

It was probably very telling about his life and character that he was utterly unfazed. As he looked upon what honestly should have probably been at least mildly concerning but he just crossed his arms.

Completely straight faced he asked, "I'll ask what you were thinking once the fire is out, but do I need to drag you off the ship and dip you in the ocean?"

[thecursivelegends]

꒰ 🪸 ꒱ ࣪𓂂 ׅ “ Oh you mean the noodle armed boy. —- I'm sure face is far smarter! no offense that guys brain seems like it runs in slow motion. ” Crossing his arms. he thought about it longer for a moment. he only met him briefly but from what he has gotten. ace definitely is far smarter. (although he does have a bias)

" what makes you bring him up? ”

꒰ 🪸 ꒱ ࣪𓂂 ׅ . . . “ I feel like there's more to this but wouldn't that also fall on you. considering you're also his brother? ”

[narumakiii]

ebony locks a mess, freckled pirates hues look around confused as to why he wasn't supposed on the galleons figure. it was big enough, in the sun & a very comfortable place to be. when dinner was mentioned though, he blinks a couple times & then smiled brightly. boyish sprinkle deeply within ashen hues the raven jumped up to his feet ; a whistle falling from lips. he could forgive his brother for waking him up rudely under these circumstances remnant of sleep wiped from his face carefully.

❛  what's for dinner ? ❜ stomach grumbling, ace crossed his arms behind his head. the sun shone down brilliantly & brightly, putting a shimmer into hues / a glow onto skin. in this moment ace was undeniably happy & content with life. ❛  when's the next time we dock somewhere ? ❜

Maybe anywhere else there was be a little more inclination to let him be. But of all the places Ace could have picked to nap this was not the place and while Marco may have left him anyway it was time to eat. "Yeah, yeah. If your going to nap do it where your supposed to-yoi. Besides it's time for dinner so come on."