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Avengers - One Piece AU

Ace groans, slowly opening his eyes and staring at Chopper’s face, too close and too large still before glancing at the others, “No one kissed me, right?”

“You make references about everything, don’t you?” Marco says kneeling down to help drag Ace back up to his feet, the shield broken in half of his arm and dried blood on his face. “Think you can stay upright by yourself?”

“Sure thing Cap,” Ace almost stumbles trying to salute him. “Whoa, that’s not upright.”

Robin snorts, hands sprouting from the ground to help him balance in the broken remains of his suit.

“Thanks Robin, I knew you loved me.”

“Of course I do,” She agrees blandly as Usopp drops down onto the ground beside her, squeaking when one of her hands helps him balance. “Alright?”

“I’m good,” Usopp promises shaking nervously.

“I’m starving,” Ace says trying to avoid the normal sized Chopper’s demands that he lean down and get checked over. “I saw this Shwarma place down the road and I don’t know much about it, but I know that it’s meat.”

“Meat! Come on guys, we gotta get meat!” Luffy shouts almost dropping the hammer that he had been throwing around like a Frisbee. “Hurry!”

“He sounds excited,” Marco sighs. “Think you can make the walk alone, Ace?”

“I’ve got Robin looking out for me. Where’s your buddy, Luffy?”

“Crocodile is all tied up,” Luffy answers. “Come on! Food! They promised I could see Traffy if we worked fast enough and I wanna see Traffy!”

“Traffy?” Marco whispers.

“Trafalgar Law, Astrophysicist,” Ace mutters back. “He met Luffy last time Luffy was here. Him and his assistant, Bepo. His friend Cora-san was the one that Crocodile used to make that,” He gestures to the hole that was no longer there.

“Ah. You were trying to make a phone call?”

“Sabo,” Ace answers. “My CEO, best friend, light of my life. I’d be dead and in ruin without him. He’s gonna be pissed at me.”

“For the bomb?”

“Yeah.” Ace smiles, stepping forward to talk to the man that stood up from behind the counter, in a language that Marco didn’t know but sounded interesting. “He says he has meat.”

“Yes!” Luffy shouts, throwing his arms up and slapping them on the roof. “Meat.”

Marco tilts his head, it’s not home. It’s not the Commandos or Thatch, but it might be enough for now and, he grins when Robin rolls her eyes as Ace and Luffy try to wolf down their food, it could be home, someday.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
—  c.j.n.

Draco, 8th year?? He needed to shake the war, and shake himself a bit. He decided to go into muggle London, because why not, everything else in his world was on its head. Then he saw it: the leather jacket. And well, wouldn’t that just piss off his dad, and everyone, and he needed to change. So he bought it. The smoking came along after. First it was after one too many drinks with Zabini. Then it became something that helped to fill the holes in his soul. But no matter how many drags he took, the smoke would always escape.

Until he went back to school. And shit, Harry must have done a double, triple, quadruple take seeing Draco sitting in an archway smoking, in a leather jacket with his hair hanging loosely around his face.

And maybe one day Harry took his Gryffindor courage and sat across from Draco. And Draco would sneer and tell The Chosen One that this wasn’t his Golden Throne, for Merlin sake could Draco just be in peace for once. But Harry wouldn’t leave because Draco’s voice lacked the usual venom. So they sat for a while. Day after day, which soon turned to weeks, and greetings turned to conversations, and insults turned to jokes.

The smoke still couldn’t fill the holes left in his soul, but maybe, just maybe, the small, warm seed of something else growing in his heart could.

And Harry would smile, because he felt it too.