Zeth's Dumpster

Yugioh

Banana Fish

Voltron

Fire Emblem

Danmei

MXTX

One Piece 1 2 3 4 5 Friends and other's

Me

(from @hxxxxxxxxxxxh 's fic "I'll compensate you")

(from @hxxxxxxxxxxxh 's fic "Limerence" c2)

(this first one isn't from a fic but sth else by @nowthatswhaticallpunk

The whole premise is to show how religious beliefs when took to an extreme level (both sides) is actually incredibly dangerous for who believes in and for the people around them as it strips away of your own identity to become something or someone “in their name”

Still my version of god is not affiliated with any of that,it’s the people “that speaks to their name” the one who send the wrong message

tbh I do think Mao Dante is a great set-up to explore how religion and religious devotion can negatively affect people.

“Oh Lord,” Deuce whined, “it's a Vinsmoke”

Ace's curse had nothing to do with that.

The Vinsmoke lay face down on the snow, completely immobile except for the way that the wild winds messed with his hair and clothes.

“Do you think he's dead?”

“I doubt it” Deuce looked apprehensive, but he still followed his steps through the knee-deep snow “Careful Ace, he might still be dangerous!”

Ace knelt next to the prone figure and rolled him onto his back. His head followed the gravity and inertia, his eyelashes had frozen his eyes shot and through his slightly open mouth came small puffs of air.

“Fuck, Deuce, he's alive”

“Shit,” The masked man looked at their surroundings before he started looking for something in the snow.

Fortunately, the Vinsmoke wasn't frozen yet, so Ace was able to manhandle him into a position in which he would be easier to pick up.

He noticed Deuce's pinched expression “We can't leave him to die-”

“I know, you told me-look, I know you pity him but he could still be dangerous -” he said, still looking around.

“Deuce-”

“-unless we have his nutcracker, and even then, if it falls in the wrong hands - until we find a way to free him or something - why are you smiling at me like that?” Deuce squeaked, flushing slightly.

Ace chuckled “You're a good person, Deuce”

Deuce sputtered “ah - uh - ri - righ - o - of course I am!”

That drew a guffaw out of Ace. 

Deuce huffed and went back to his search, until -

“Jackpot!” He raised his arm to show the wooden figurine of the red nutcracker “Found it!” He quickly got up and dusted the snow off his pants “Now, let's hurry before the storm catches us and we all freeze to death”

“Right!”

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His eyelids were heavy, and he was freezing to his core, but at least his mother had tried to stop dragging him under the sludge that had painfully clogged his airways and burnt his skin.

Sometimes, the pain returned, making him trash in his mother’s hold, almost getting free each time, but the pain would pass, and he would be able to hear the echo of his mother’s voice despite her stopping her singing a while ago.

Part of him wanted to stay like that forever but another, increasingly louder, part of him roared against that idea. So he clung to his mother, shaking with the indecision.

It wasn’t comfortable and the odd prickling under his skin pushed the balance. 

And, with the latest wave of searing pain coursing through his body, he trashed and squirmed hard and wilder and before, until, despite his mother’s thight hold on him, he pushed himself free of her clutches, finally managing to open his eyes.

He woke up to a bright room, voices around him and, in the distant background, the humming and buzzing of mechanisms working. 

His blurry vision could barely make out the figures around him, of the people talking indesipherable words. He did his best to keep his eyes open but a big hand reached towards him and gently closed them.

He didn’t go back to his mother.

A new cycle started, he kept waking up and falling back asleep, his vision slowly becoming clearer and the pain subsiding.

Finally, he woke up numb, his body ached but it was nothing compared to the previous pain, he managed to move, slowly and carefully, and sat up on the infirmary bed. 

The infirmary, as he supposed it was, was nothing at all like the ones back home. The walls were painted a light blue, and through the open curtains of his bed, he could see high bookshelves filled with books, bottles, and other things; it was messy and seemingly unorganised.

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Ace panted, tired from his fight, metal pipe still clutched in his fist. He was finally coming down from it; he ran the back of his hand on his cheek to try to wipe away the sweat. 

He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard a monotone, almost bored, voice behind him.

“That was cool.”

Ace turned on his heel and found that, a couple metres away from him, stood a kid that looked around his age, she had brilliant long hair that fell down to her shoulders and covered weirdly over half her face, her expresion was of neutral boredom, and if her ice blue eye was to be believed, sleepy; she was dressed in white and red (a long red dress-like shirt and white leggings to go with her white boots) and a dark magenta bandana on her neck. Next to her was a fat, fluffy cat about her size; it wore a white mask and a yellow bandana that stood out against its cream fur and black ears.

Ace stared at her in silence, unsure about what to think about her.

“I said,” she repeated “that was cool”

Her voice was as monotone as her face was inexpressive.

“Uh…  thanks?” he straightened up, eyes shifting between the still bleeding bear and the weird duo.

“Not everyone can beat the local wildlife, even grown-ups need help and strategy to defeat a bear that size, but you did it alone with only a metal pipe, I had never seen anything like that, it got my heart beating a mile per minute” she continued, absentmindedly petting her cat.

“...okay?...”

She nodded “I hadn’t seen you around before, you’re new here, aren’t you?” he nodded “What’s your name?”

“... I’m Ace”

She nodded again, as if absorbing the information “I’m Ichiji, Vinsmoke Ichiji, nice to meet you”

There was something familiar about that name, it scratched at the back of Ace’s brain but he couldn’t quite remember where he had heard that name.

“Nice to meet you too?”

She nodded, again “Are you going to take all the bear?”

“What?”

“I want it’s claws and teeth, can I take them?”

Ace looked down at the bear again, he really only needed its meat and skin so “Sure”

“Thank you” she hopped onto the cat and it carried her to the bear’s corpse. 

She hopped off and pulled a knife out of the cat’s fur before kneeling on her hunches and beginning her work. Ace stared all the while, unsure of what to make of her. 

She worked quickly and cleanly, repeated movements that she clearly knew to heart. 

Ace wasn’t quite unsettled, he also knew how to skin a beast, but he knew that it was rare for a kid his age to hace such a skill, even Sabo, as wild as he was, had turned a little green the first time he helped Ace skin an animal (Luffy had been salivating the whole time when it was his turn but Luffy was a moronic weirdo and shouldn’t be counted), so he couldn’t help but be a little impressed by the strange girl.

It was always like this, roaming hands and husky hums, a nervous tingle under his skin and an addicting pain in his chest, low gasps and a buzzing in the back of his mind that slowly wiped it from all thought that wasn’t “please” or “more”.

The leather of Ace’s outfit was starting to irritate his skin despite its smoothness so Ichiji left Ace’s soft curls alone and let his hands wander to open the vest that kept his freckled chest trapped and, after opening it and rubbing their nipples together, freed himself from Ace’s greedy mouth, opting to kiss and mark his way down that tanned body until his mouth and hands met at the zipper of Ace’s leather pants.

Dark fingers delved into Ichiji’s dyed hair, getting a firm hold of his crimson locks after having scratched lovingly his sensitive scalp; his intention was clear, and Ichiji felt himself grow even wetter just thinking about taking Ace’s thick cock into his mouth.

So, even more eager than before, he took the zipper between his teeth and opened it, dragging the leather pants down with his hands.

His mouth fell open and his eyes grew as wide as plates at the sight that greeted him under those pants.

The door’s bell rang as it opened for a colourful trio to enter, hair and clothes ruffled by the accursed wind outside, they came in with laughter, a cacophony of guffaws and snickers. 

The eyes of the newcomers set on Ichiji.

Suddenly nervous, he straightened in his seat and readjusted his glasses. Fortunately, those dark eyes didn’t stay on him. They shifted back between the trio, and after some hushed comments and pushes, the group separated, leaving the one draped in orange and black to approach Ichiji’s table.

The man was about as tall as Ichiji. His tanned skin was sprinkled with darker freckles, and his droopy eyes gave him a sleepy look that was only enhanced by his messy raven hair, which was only kept in place by the orange beanie on his head.

“Hi,” he waved, finally pulling his hand from his black coat’s pocket and showing off his woven, orange fingerless gloves “You’re, eh, Ichiji, Vinsmoke, right?” Ichiji nodded slowly, awkwardly, the handsome guy sighed “Good or I would feel kinda awkward about, eh, this, how I approached, I mean”

Ichiji nodded slowly again, taking in the man’s melodious voice and how he kept moving with each word and pause in his greeting. It was slightly entertaining, and his obvious nervousness was strangely charming, so he hid his smile behind his scarf.

He scratched the back of his neck, gaze shifting between Ichiji, the three on the other side of the glass and his companions a couple of tables away. He was startled by a realization and stretched a hand towards Ichiji.

“Right, sorry, I’m Portgas D Ace, but just call me Ace, nice to meet you”

Ichiji took Ace’s hand and shook it “Nice to meet you too”

His breath trembled as he exhaled; his body was shaking, still, he forced himself to swallow and read the words in his script.

“Sabo,” he began, voice steadier than he expected “you are the most amazing person I’ve ever and will ever meet,” he took another deep breath “yo-you are smart and-and intelligent, like, you have streetsmarts and booksmarts and have the-the dri-drive and patience to master every skill you want” another deep breath “and you’re charming and funny and I really like that you can supplex me if needed and you’re great with words so you always end up getting me out of trouble, so thank you for that, uuhh” he flipped the crumpled page “and you’re, like, incredibly attractive, like, prince sharming, or something like that, ugh-shit...”

He wanted to slam his head against a tree. He kept running his mouth and stuttering and adding things that just made his speech longer and longer than it should be.

But he couldn’t help it!

Butterflies filled and flew around Ichiji’s chest; his baby — their baby — automatically held onto his finger when he put it in her little hand, and Ichiji felt like crying and squealing with happiness. 

He decided to ignore the curl of her eyebrow and focus on just how much she looked like Ace, with her black eyes and black hair, even if the colour of her skin was closer to Ichiji’s than Ace’s beautiful tan; he hoped that she would grow to have a smart sprinkle of freckles and a smile as bright as Ace’s.

“Heavens,” he heard Ace say “I love you so much”

Ace joined them on the bed, lying on their baby’s other side. He poked her pink cheek, earning them a little confused sound from her, and they couldn’t help but laugh at how cute she was.

“She’s so much like you” sighed Ace with a smile.

“What?” Ichiji snorted “You’re delusional, she’s just like you”

Ace shook his head “I mean, sure, she kinda looks like me”

“She’s a mini you”

Ace chuckled “I meant, personality-wise”

“Ace, she’s barely four months old, she doesn’t have much of a personality yet”

“But she does, she’s quiet and not very social, and she glares at people like their presence is disrespectful, reminds me of a dear someone I know”

Ichiji looked down, afraid to meet Ace’s warm gaze “Hopefully, she’ll grow out of that”

“Why? she’s perfect the way she is”

Ichiji couldn’t stop himself from shaking his head “It’s for the better that she takes after you”

Ace frowned. He moved from his comfortable position. He glared into Ichiji’s avoidant gaze and sighed. He took their baby and left the room. Ichiji sat up. From his position, he could see Ace settle her on the soft rug, surrounded by Kotatsu’s body, before returning to his side, leaving the door open so they could keep an eye on them.

“Don’t talk like that, especially not when she can hear you”

Ichiji ran a hand down his face, “Ace-”

Ichiji had never paid much attention to the changing seasons, apart from the basics of the changes they brought with them, both in nature and his own schedule; they never brought anything remarkable.

And then one Portgas D Ace came crashing down into his life. Literally.

Ichiji had been enjoying a moment of peace and solitude, taking his time to eat a sweet pastry, when the man had crashed right next to Ichiji like a meteorite arriving to extinguish the dinosaurs. 

He had then stood up, turned to Ichiji and, with a slight vow, apologised for disturbing him before turning just in time to send his opponent flying away with a flaming punch.

It would have been nothing more than a fleeting encounter if it weren’t for a second enemy coming out of nowhere and Ichiji’s reflexes acting up to stop him. It kick-started a surprise 2 v 100 duel that Ichiji and Ace won with little hiccups. 

“You’re strong” Ace said, laughing, as they stood surrounded by unconscious randos. 

They introduced each other and, hungry after the workout, they went to have dinner together. 

It was a fun night, which was an adjective Ichiji would have never ascribed to something like dinner time. Ace finished with a “This was fun, we should do it again”, and then slowly turned into something different, something more, something that had Ichiji’s heart beating a mile per hour, his face perpetually hot and flushed, his hands sweaty and clammy, and his cheeks hurting from the smiles that kept appearing on his face whenever Ace appeared, like the sun after a typhon. Bringing colour and fun, changing the panorama and clearing Ichiji’s eyes to the wonderful view. 

And each season was a different type of adventure.

Spring is very much like Ace, bringing change and life, and flowers bloom, sharing their sweet perfume with the world. And its arrival was always marked with an anonymous flower arrangement sent to Ichiji, at his school, taken directly to his classroom, for all his classmates and teachers to see — thankfully, Judge had assumed the gifts were from random admirers. 

Spring meant afternoons in flower-filled gardens, fun picnics with friends and kisses surrounded by cherry blossoms.  

As well as their anniversary, which they usually spent at the park where they first met, finishing the day with a fun dinner at that same old restaurant.