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onepiece_300Title: Passion
Rating: K
Media: Fanfiction
Pairing/Characters: Marco/Ace
Word Count: 300
Prompt: Adventure
Comments: To an OTP which has refused to sod off (thank goodness for small miracles): here’s to you. Also. Every self-respecting fangirl must have gone gaga over the fire parallels between Ace and Marco. I’m a proud non-exception. Cheers~!
Summary: There is a moment for quiet contemplation, and then some. It’s not easy when your life has its fair share of swashbuckling moments, but he manages.
Passion
Contrary to popular misconception, there are quiet moments on-board a pirate ship.
These are the impossible moments he treasures, made precious by being in close quarters with a hundred other men at sea. He leaves his men to their drunk merry-making and steps onto the night-shrouded deck.
There is a flare of light – not bright, but dangerous (hot) – as he surges into intangible form. The warmth feels like home.
He wraps it around his frame, melts into air and leaps, gathering solid form when he’s above the crow’s nest.
He lands as he usually does, not hiding the sound his boots make against the wood. He has no need to bother. The sea breeze carries the sound away.
Nestling down, he stares at the stars and sighs. Content.
He holds up his hand and watches, lips curling lazily as a finger flares. One, two, three. Then, his hand holds fire. His hand is fire, becomes fire. That, he thinks, is what passion looks like.
He wonders about fate. Wonders if his ability had been pure coincidence, or something else. Fire burns with air. Not just any air, but the air that gives life. He eats life, gets drunk on it, drinks his fill and never spits it out.
Each new day is another adventure.
Fire consumes it all, but is never sated. The passion he has for adventure, that appetite, will never be satisfied.
For that, he takes to the open seas and gets drunk on its salty breeze.
Something lands above him, shadowing starlight. It sounds like feathers against wood. Feathers smelling of ash and fire.
A mirror to his appetite (his passion).
“Sulking and hiding away, eh.”
He smiles, wickedly. “Not a chance.”
When their lips meet passionately, it feels warm.
That warmth... it feels like home too.
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A/N: Written for cathartic relief when I was stressing over university applications. -whines in distress- At least I feel slightly better now. D: Thank god for fandom and Marco/Ace. \O/
Rating: K
Media: Fanfiction
Pairing/Characters: Marco/Ace
Word Count: 300
Prompt: Adventure
Comments: To an OTP which has refused to sod off (thank goodness for small miracles): here’s to you. Also. Every self-respecting fangirl must have gone gaga over the fire parallels between Ace and Marco. I’m a proud non-exception. Cheers~!
Summary: There is a moment for quiet contemplation, and then some. It’s not easy when your life has its fair share of swashbuckling moments, but he manages.
Passion
Contrary to popular misconception, there are quiet moments on-board a pirate ship.
These are the impossible moments he treasures, made precious by being in close quarters with a hundred other men at sea. He leaves his men to their drunk merry-making and steps onto the night-shrouded deck.
There is a flare of light – not bright, but dangerous (hot) – as he surges into intangible form. The warmth feels like home.
He wraps it around his frame, melts into air and leaps, gathering solid form when he’s above the crow’s nest.
He lands as he usually does, not hiding the sound his boots make against the wood. He has no need to bother. The sea breeze carries the sound away.
Nestling down, he stares at the stars and sighs. Content.
He holds up his hand and watches, lips curling lazily as a finger flares. One, two, three. Then, his hand holds fire. His hand is fire, becomes fire. That, he thinks, is what passion looks like.
He wonders about fate. Wonders if his ability had been pure coincidence, or something else. Fire burns with air. Not just any air, but the air that gives life. He eats life, gets drunk on it, drinks his fill and never spits it out.
Each new day is another adventure.
Fire consumes it all, but is never sated. The passion he has for adventure, that appetite, will never be satisfied.
For that, he takes to the open seas and gets drunk on its salty breeze.
Something lands above him, shadowing starlight. It sounds like feathers against wood. Feathers smelling of ash and fire.
A mirror to his appetite (his passion).
“Sulking and hiding away, eh.”
He smiles, wickedly. “Not a chance.”
When their lips meet passionately, it feels warm.
That warmth... it feels like home too.
---
A/N: Written for cathartic relief when I was stressing over university applications. -whines in distress- At least I feel slightly better now. D: Thank god for fandom and Marco/Ace. \O/
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Date: 2009-12-12 02:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-12 05:26 pm (UTC)On a less stalker-ish vein, I'm glad the characterisation wasn't rubbish. :D I'm still trying my hand at this whole One Piece ficcing thing. So it's feels pretty awesome when older, more experienced fandom nuts pay a compliment. :DD Thanks! ♥
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Date: 2009-12-12 04:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-12 05:32 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you loved it! <3 Thank goodness Ace's characterisation didn't come out completely fail. If it did. ): I'll be having problems doing a lot of re-writing for whatever fics I have on my plate now. Though, to be honest, Marco's characterisation is a lot tougher, because I'm a loser with these less expressive types.
♥ That's one murder I don't plan on regretting, at any rate :D I'm glad the hidden fluff got to you! :D
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Date: 2009-12-12 06:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-13 12:10 pm (UTC)I like the take on the prompt alot, cause it's there but it's subtle and it's nice.
and it's ace/marco. Can't make me more happy. *grin*
You did well, the characterisation was really good and I like the timing of it all.
Sigh. Makes me all happy!
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Date: 2009-12-13 02:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-14 09:06 am (UTC)