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This is by no means an exhaustive list of my Hannibal fic bookmarks. I did manage to compile it during the break at Confab ‘22 and in the interest of putting more rec lists out there and encouraging the habit, here we go!

Hannibal Fic Recs

Making Headlines-
https://archiveofourown.org/works/14140773/chapters/32588850

each according to its kind-
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22707778/chapters/54270226

Falls the Shadow-
https://archiveofourown.org/works/23577121/chapters/56566660

The Rules of Disorder-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12844851/chapters/29330571

Melanistic Variations-
https://archiveofourown.org/works/7945840/chapters/18166150


Saturn Rising-
https://archiveofourown.org/works/3977902/chapters/8927131

Lives, Loves and Predators-
https://archiveofourown.org/works/11158521/chapters/70716288


Gentler Means-
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25006579/chapters/60551782

Drafting Boards, Coffee, and Swatches-
https://archiveofourown.org/works/5271017/chapters/12162488

A Fine Piece of Real Estate (series)-
https://archiveofourown.org/series/89851

As soft, as wide as air-
https://archiveofourown.org/works/11016648/chapters/24548577

The Beginning, the Becoming-
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25504948/chapters/61874956

Paragon-
https://archiveofourown.org/works/28777140/chapters/70568265

Eye of the Beholder-
https://archiveofourown.org/works/17537027/chapters/41321162

Only Dark Listening to Dark-
https://archiveofourown.org/works/17708783/chapters/41776340

Bright Hair about the Bone-
https://archiveofourown.org/works/11781915/chapters/26566899

To Court a Monster: Hannibal Edition-
https://archiveofourown.org/works/1122439/chapters/2262234

The Voices and the Shadows-
https://archiveofourown.org/works/5286458/chapters/12203009

Pi’s Lullaby-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3244514/chapters/7069739

Dancing with the Beast-
https://archiveofourown.org/works/11287590/chapters/25250451

Dread and Hunger-
https://archiveofourown.org/works/10381656/chapters/22927692

Separately to a Wood-
https://archiveofourown.org/works/8120212/chapters/18614032

Tevelis-
https://archiveofourown.org/works/7098148/chapters/16129048

Bloodline-
https://archiveofourown.org/works/3542174/chapters/7796876

A Reflective on Incidental Fishing-
https://archiveofourown.org/works/6769696/chapters/15473470

Oddbodies-
https://archiveofourown.org/works/5209922/chapters/12009827
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Buried Treasure! I was performing spring cleaning (yes, in the fall) on my old laptop pulling files, and I found a bunch of old fanfic. Not mine, but the stuff I pulled from FF.net before the big purge back in 2012. I remember reading some comments and becoming very paranoid, so I spent days using the down-loader to grab my fav (and possibly scandalous and thus subject to purge) fanfic. To be honest, I'm not even sure that any of these were pulled, and I never finished organizing it. It's currently just a file with a huge amount of fic in list form. I'm now trying to at least get it sorted by fandom, but we'll see how far I get before ConFab. At this point, I'm just feeling really nostalgic and will probably fall down a rabbit hole reading all my old favs. It's a lovely gift from my past self!
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It's always wonderful when you discover a new fandom and realize that there is already an amazing amount of content available. Getting in on the ground floor of a fandom has its own good points, but I prefer to immerse myself in a fandom when I can.

Thank you Netflix! The King's Avatar drama came up on my suggested list, and I was hooked. After binge watching that (had to wait a few weeks in between for new episodes, totally worth it) I found the translated webnovel (it's originally Chinese). 1667 chapters! It was like heaven, and I got very little sleep for a while there. Recently I've found a website that combines the chapters into sets that can be downloaded for Epub, so I have most of that on my phone to be read whenever. What I really like is that it's opened up a lot of content for me, there's a lot of asian webnovels translated nowadays, so I'm browsing through them as I go.

King's Avatar (Wikipedia) - The King's Avatar follows the story of Ye Xiu, a professional esports player living in Hangzhou, China. He is considered one of the best player of the video game Glory. Ye Xiu was previously captained an esports team called "Excellent Era", before being forced to resign from the team and leave the competitive scene due to his unwillingness to take part in any sponsorship to profit the team. Ye Xiu then works as a night-shift manager at Happy Internet Cafe, where he met Chen Guo, the owner of the cafe who are interested in forming a new esports team. While waiting his return to the competitive scene, Ye Xiu keeps playing to forge his skills and find newly talented players for his team.[7][8]


What that summary doesn't tell you is that Ye Xui is a complete Badass at the game, amazingly shameless, and really cares about the people around him. It's an interesting combination, there's a lot of action and really good character interaction to keep you hooked. Take my advice and check it out!

Links to websites where you can read or download the webnovel:

Read King's Avatar Online

King's Avatar Epub
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Chapter 8: It's My Lucky Day? Part 2 - Deja Vu, To You.

Summary: Thatch and Denial continue to hold hands.

‘Ok’ Thatch thought to himself, ‘Just a coincidence’.

There couldn’t really be anything to this luck thing, it was just because Ace had mentioned it right before the pan had taken a tumble. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, ‘There’s too much to do today to get caught up in all that crazy!’.

Breakfast continued with no other strange events, his brothers all laughing and forgetting any table manners they may once have had as they scarfed down food and ran off to their stations for the morning.

“Hey, Thatch”. He heard Marco call him over to the door of the dining hall. The look on Marco’s face as he sauntered over made Thatch’s eye twitch. “Nice accessory there, it suits you.”

Thatch just sniffed, “You wish you could pull this off as well as me,” as he turned back and forth to model the greenery on his chef’s jacket. “But seriously it’s just for today, for Ace’s sake. You should have seen the look on his face when he saw it! It’s not like this thing will even last a full day on a busy pirate ship. It’s a leaf!”.

Marco just raised an eyebrow and shrugged, “Whatever you say, yoi.” Not everyone knew Marco as well as Thatch did, but he could tell that Marco was suppressing a smile from the twinkle in his eye!

“Just remember,” Marco’s deadpan voice floated through the hallway as he sauntered off, “Funny things tend to happen around Ace, luck or no. Don’t be too surprised if today is an interesting day…”.

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“Finally!” Thatch and his crew of servers had finished breakfast cleanup and were all dispersing, slapping each other on the back and moving to take a break before snack prep. He wiped down the last knife and went to place it in the block when a clanging sound rang out from the main deck.

“Sail ahoy!” came the shout down the stairs as thundering footsteps raced to man their stations. Thatch had just enough time to belt on his sword from its usual resting place beside his prep counter before heading up to check out the scene. The potential enemy ship was just coming into view from the quarterdeck as he swept into the circle of his brothers gathering around Pops, waiting for his order. It would be nice to get some exercise and thrash some idiot crew trying to mess with them.

Whitebeard held the spyglass to his eye and a loud “Gurararara!” thundered out as he swung his gaze over the approaching ship.

Marco was the first to speak up. “What is it Pops? Time for some action?”

“My sons, prepare for battle!” Whitebeard turned to heft his naginata in his hand, “We’ve had rumblings of a challenge and it seems someone has actually stepped up.”

Haruta snorted, “Not much of a challenge. It’s the Blue Fox Pirates, middling level at best but they've been nibbling at the edges of our territory. Seems like they've finally decided to try their luck.”

Thatch couldn’t help but wince at that word even as he turned to head across the deck. No such thing as luck, and this would nicely prove that. ‘There’s nothing lucky about a jumped up crew of pretenders trying to mess with Pops…’ he thought to himself, ‘maybe this will convince Ace to let this whole clover thing go after today’. He’d make a special treat to head off Ace’s inevitable rant about the consequences of ignoring the “luck rules”.

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The battle, if you could even call it that, ended almost before it began. Thatch himself didn’t have a scratch, though he told himself that that was normal for a battle with a crew on this level. It wasn’t luck! It was skill, dammit! He and Haruta had flipped a coin to see who would get to lead the charge and he had won, Haruta side-eyeing his jacket the whole time.

“Don’t even say it!” Thatch shouted and clapped his hands over his ears. Haruta had just smirked, “Whatever you say, Thatch.”

He finished cleaning his sword and and moved to scout out below-deck. It was always interesting to see what kind of loot the challengers brought with them. It was his turn for first pick, since he had lead the charge. Time for some treasure-hunting!

Humming to himself, he jogged through the corridors. One Haki-assisted sweep of the ship had already proven that there were no stray weaklings waiting with an ambush and in no time he had reached what had to be the treasure room. The wooden door criss-crossed with iron and a huge padlock had rather given it away. Shaking his head at the uncreative security measures, he bent to examine the padlock. Tugging on it and huffing, he was about to draw his sword and slice his way through when the padlock clicked and fell open, letting the door swing in.

“Ok, that was weird.” Thatch spoke into the darkness of the open treasure room. “This crew is incompetent…” He couldn't help complaining about the sheer lack of skill. It was insulting! A crew that couldn't even lock it’s treasury up correctly with basic safeguards, trying to beat Pops? Ridiculous!

“Looks like the usual spread”, he sighed to himself and began to open chests to get a gauge on their contents. Coins, jewelry, the occasional bolt of fine cloth and several drawers of maps, all things a pirate crew would value, he’d seen it all before. ‘I’ll pick up some fun ingredients with my share, maybe do a little experimenting with those food dyes from South blue.’

Hearing his brothers making their way down the hall shouting, still riding high from the battle, he turned to join them and his foot skidded into a little box set beside a large bag of coins. A glint of metal caught his eye, an intricate lock set into a carved wooden surface and he bent to pick it up.

“What have we here?”. Feeling the ridges of the carvings dig into his hand from the weight of the box, he quickly assessed the lock. It seemed simple enough and it would be a shame to mess up the pretty container. He went for his lockpicks, hidden in his hair, but a sharp stab to his chest made him drop them to the floor. He slapped his hand to his chest and caught the pin from the clover as it was about to fall off his jacket. “Lucky my butt! That thing just stabbed me!” Grumbling, he tucked the clover into his breast pocket and went for his lockpicks again but was interrupted.

“Thatch!” Haruta slammed open the door, “Hey Thatch, it’s time to get moving. Oh, cool box!”.

“Yeah, I was just gonna try to open it so we could see what’s inside. Bet it’s something interesting.” Thatch shuffled the box under his arm and grabbed a bag of coins. “I guess it can wait though…”

Haruta laughed at him, “Sorry to interrupt then! You just want to show off something sparkly.” Hefting a chest on his back, he turned to follow Thatch.

“I’m offended by your insinuation! Besides what’s wrong with a little bragging, it was a good find. And it might not be sparkly, it could be an expensive vintage or juicy world-government blackmail!”. Thatch patted the little box at his side as they passed , “I was going to show you guys, but now I think you’ll all have to wait until we finish with the cleanup. Where’s Ace?”

Haruto side-eyed him and smirked, “Why, were you going to show him your lucky find? He was up with Teach dealing with the stragglers last I saw him. By now they might have gone back to the ship.”

Exasperated, Thatch couldn’t help glaring at Haruta, “We’ll tell Ace no such thing. All of you can wait until the party tonight, after I’ve had the chance to take a look at it. It might not even be anything special considering the level of these guys. Probably just a fancy bit of nonsense, but I like the box anyway. Maybe I’ll keep that clover in it after today to make it up to Ace when I tell him that this luck thing is still nonsense.”

Thatch and Haruta made their way back to the railing where the two ships were lashed together, rocking on the waves side-by-side. Suddenly he lurched to a stop, almost doubling over as strange sensation swept up his spine, his vision doubling as his eyes swept over the enemy pirate ship for the last time. His gaze lingered over the rigging attached to the rail, squinting to pick out details as the sun dipped below the horizon. He could see Haruta staring at him. “Sorry, just had the weirdest feeling, like deja vu.”

Haruta shrugged, “Sure, we’ve done this kinda thing a thousand times. This time’s no different.”

“Sure,” Thatch agreed slowly as they jumped over the rail. He held up the box in the dying light, safe on home planking once again, “just a normal day…”.
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Chapter 7: It’s My Lucky Day? Part 1
Summary:
Thatch gives luck a chance, sort of? Part 1




It was just a thought, at first. His crazy, adorable, obsessed little brother had given it to him, he had to accept it. Even if his logical side scoffed at the idea of a lucky charm, he couldn’t let such an obvious sign of Ace’s care go by the wayside. Dammit, he’d worked too hard to let Ace know that it was safe for him to show that to the world. Beyond that though, a small part of him did wonder. Squinting at the innocent seeming clover tucked safely to the side of the never-ending pile of paperwork on his desk that keeping them all fed required, he grew suspicious. The clover hadn’t suffered for being shuffled about, it didn’t even seem crinkly around the edges. It seemed... strange.

After a moment, Thatch laughed and shook his head vigorously to dismiss the idea from his head.

‘Ace is getting to me with all his talk of luck!’ He snorted.

In fact, just to prove it, he’d wear the thing, for the whole day even. Ace would love it and when nothing happened, that would settle the matter. It was such a great idea!

Shoving the papers aside and grabbing the speck of greenery in question, he pinned it to his jacket. There, now he’d just go about his day as usual. Smiling at his reflection in the mirror on the wall, he thought to himself, ‘What could possibly go wrong?’.

Grinning, he strode quickly from the room, intent on making breakfast for his family.
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He should have known.

Thatch had made quick work of getting breakfast up and running, but as the first of his brothers staggered in for food, the teasing began.

The first one to do a double take and ask him if they should start worrying about random animal parts showing up from him now too got a ladle to the back of the head.

“I’m not obsessed, you idiot”, Thatch turned to the next in line, “It was a gift from Ace.”

And who should appear but the fiery fury himself, half asleep with a tray in his hands. He appeared to be sleepwalking through the line, if Thatch wasn’t mistaken.

“Hey Ace, wake up before you knock this good food onto the floor!” Thatch prodded at Ace until he finally opened his eyes. He almost wished he hadn’t, as Ace immediately zeroed in on the item attached to his jacket.

“I would never!” Ace protested and then he blinked rapidly, as if he didn’t believe his eyes, “Hey, you’re wearing your clover!”.

Thatch looked down, once again seeing the strangely perfect leaf set against the rough fabric of his jacket. ‘For Ace’ He thought to himself and sighed internally.

“Of course I am, it was a gift. And hey, maybe I’ll get a little uhh... good luck?...out of today? Haha.” He awkwardly turned back to Ace and was rewarded with a bright smile. Ace’s freckles even seemed to be sparkling out of his face in happiness, if that were even possible.

“That’s great!” Ace took his food and moved towards his usual table, “I’m sure you’ll have an awesome day!” He stopped for a moment and turned towards Thatch.

“I’ll talk to you tonight, OK?” Ace blurted out and then ran to the table.

“OooooK, ‘cause that’s not weird at all.” Thatch laughed off the strange vibe and turned back to the serving platter. As he did he caught sight of one of his clumsier subordinates lose control of a glass baking dish. He cringed in anticipation of the shattered container even as he leapt to try and grab it. Before he could reach it, it overturned straight onto the head of the crew member sitting at the nearest table. The man flailed and fell backwards, covered in sticky glaze from the cinnamon rolls that had been in the dish. Other servers leapt to try to contain the mess while his brothers laughed at the distinct lack of situational awareness of the one covered in goo.

Thatch chuckled and brought over a broom to collect whatever remained of the glass dish. When he reached the epicenter of the mess, on the floor was a miraculously intact baking dish. Raising an eyebrow, and thankful considering how many dishes had been shattered due to his brother’s clumsiness, he turned to make sure the unfortunate victim wasn’t tracking sticky footprints all over his dining hall.

One look at his face and Thatch felt a little shiver go up his spine. The unfortunate victim was the same brother who had just moments before made fun of his new herbal accessory.

‘Serves him right.’, he thought to himself.

He looked down at the clover pinned innocently on his lapel, still as vibrant as ever.

“Nah, couldn’t be!”, he shook his head, laughed, and walked to his post, yelling back towards his brothers to get washed up or they’d be on dish duty for a week.

‘Just a coincidence.....’

Notes:
Thatch: This is a perfectly normal day, nothing strange here! Move along now!

Reality: It’s your lucky day buddy.

Thatch: I don’t believe you! Go away!!
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Chapter 6: Red Beads and Dragonfly Dreams
Summary:
Second Flashback- Ace still isn't quite ready, but Sabo knows what he's talking about and an accessory is explained. Plus bonus Luffy omake at the end!

Notes:
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The spiraling pattern of the string had always soothed him. As each turn of the circle brought a new angle, the pattern drew in tighter and tighter, to catch negative thoughts in their web, releasing peaceful sleep to the maker and the recipient.

Ace huffed under his breath, letting the newly made dream catcher settle gently on his desk. Stretching out his arms, he turned toward the open window of his quarters. They were actually anchored in a home port, one of their islands providing a safe haven for the crew to catch up with little tasks that had gone ignored in the more dangerous seas.

One of his brothers had been having trouble sleeping lately, an encounter with a slave ship trespassing on their territory had left him with dreams that would not fade. Ace had quietly pulled him aside to offer what help he could in the form of the dream catcher now laying completed behind him. He could only hope his brother would be open to the dream catcher’s influence, let it guard his sleep and allow peace from dark thoughts.

Turning, the clacking of the beads on his necklace drew his attention. A bittersweet smile stole across his face, as it seemed to often do when he thought of his lost brother. His wooden room on the gently rocking ship faded away as he let himself fall into memories of a time long past....

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The clanging of metal pipes striking each other rang through the forest.

“Hah, point for me Ace!” A boy in an out of place top hat smiled at a fiercely grinning freckled boy.

“I’ll get you next time, count on it!” Ace let the rusty pipe in his hand swing down to the ground as both boys stumbled through the brush.

Crackling branches broke through to softer grass surrounding a small pond.

Thumping down on the bank, Ace cupped his hand in the water. Just about to drink, he felt movement at his back. Quickly turning he caught the hand Sabo had just used to push him, and with a yank he pulled the other boy laughing into the pond with him.

“Nice try, but I’m winning this one!” Ace shrieked, Sabo trying to dunk him at the same moment.

The epic water war that followed finally ended in a truce and the tired duo dragged themselves onto dry ground.

“C’mon Sabo, take off the coat and let it dry, we’re done for today.”

Ace flopped onto his back and let the sun start to bake his own clothes. When only silence came from Sabo’s direction, he turned his head and looked over at his companion.

Sabo seemed to pay no attention to Ace’s staring as he held out his hand at nothing.

“Sabo, what the heck are you doing now? Is there some kind of lucky hand dance for drying off quickly or something crazy like that?”

Ace don’t even know why he asked, he was almost afraid that the answer would be yes and he’d have to worry about being struck by lightning for the wrong hand gesture. If he believed in luck. Which of course he didn’t!

Sabo finally turned to Ace with a peculiar expression on his face, hand held out and Ace got a look at what had taken his attention.

“A dragonfly? It’s kind of cool I guess. At least they get rid of the stupid mosquitos.” Ace laughed for a moment but Sabo tilted his head at him, that expression still on his face, like he was looking at something new and strange. “Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a dragonfly before?”

Sabo smiled, but it wasn’t his usual grin. It was softer somehow and there was a weird quality to his voice when he spoke.

“Of course I’ve seen dragonflies, but look at this one. You don’t see one this color often. It’s gold.” Ace heaved himself up to look closer, and it was actually pretty shiny in the sun, glinting gold.

Sabo grabbed his hand and deposited the dragonfly into it. Amazingly it continued to perch where it was placed. “Ace, do you know what dragonflies mean?”

Ace was too busy looking at the crazy bug that seemed perfectly fine to sit on his hand and never leave. “Nah, it’s just a bug.”

“Haha, that’s where you’re wrong! Dragonflies are lucky!” Sabo laughed as Ace grimaced.

“Even then, dragonflies are special. They symbolize change, transformations in life, and dreams.” There was that strange tone in Sabo’s voice again. It almost sounded.... like awe.

Suddenly uncomfortable, Ace looked away, towards the pond that had begun to shimmer in the setting sun.

“It was never like this before I met you Ace.”

They had never really spoken about the time before Ace had met Sabo. He wasn’t stupid though, Ace only knew that it must have been bad for Sabo to choose running with him through the mountain of trash rather than staying with his family.

“That moment when I met you changed my life. I have a new dream now and someone who shares it. I never told you, but the day before I met you I saw a dragonfly like this one. I knew something was about to change but I never thought it could be like this. It was lucky, more luck than I could hope to find in this lifetime.”

Ace could feel his face heating at the serious tone in his best friend’s voice. “There’s no such thing as luck! It was just a coincidence! But a good one!” Ace scrambled to correct himself.

Sabo laughed at the look on Ace’s face, his hand going to his pocket and pulling something out.

“Ace, I know you don’t believe in luck yet. I know you aren’t ready to talk about why you feel the way you do but I’m telling you, I’m lucky. My happy memories begin when I met you, you’re the luckiest thing in my life. I’m lucky that I met you.” Ace noticed red out of the corner of his eye as he turned away to avoid the conversation that he couldn’t bear to have right then, the things he couldn’t say, even to Sabo.

“I found these beads today, when we beat up those thugs by that big tree. At first I thought they were clay but something made me take a closer look. They’re actually red coral. It’s for you, since I thought of you when I saw them.” Sabo was quiet for a moment and when Ace could bear to look at him again he saw a single strand of shiny red beads in his hand.

“Coral is lucky too, you know. It means change and finding beauty in ugliness. It symbolizes protection, but also letting go of the past and living the fullest in each moment.” Sabo’s voice took on a familiar rhythmic quality, Ace thought that it happened when he was repeating something he had read in one of his books. “Find your eternity in each moment...”.

Ace wasn’t ready to answer the question he could hear in Sabo’s voice, instead reaching for the necklace. Just as his hand touched it, it was snatched away, disappearing into one of the many pockets in Sabo’s coat.

“Hey, that’s mine!” Ace squawked as a hand came down on his head and sent him sprawling in the dirt.

Sabo just grinned, back to his usual self. “I told you, you aren’t ready for them yet. You can wear it when you understand what it means. You’ll figure it out, eventually!”

Sabo took off running when Ace scrambled up to tackle him. Soon the sound of laughter and yelling faded into the forest, leaving a golden dragonfly perched on the grass by the pond.

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Ace was startled awake by the sound of laughter in the hall outside his room, a body thumping against the door and calls of his name.

He scratched at the imprint of strings on his face and stared at the dream catcher laying innocently on his desk.

Sometimes after all these years he still couldn’t believe all the things Sabo had taught him. And yet he continued to experience the proof for himself.

Long after the terrible events that had stolen his brother away, when he was preparing his loot to start his journey as a pirate, he had stumbled across a cache of treasure. Trying to remember when he had hidden it, he realized it was one that Sabo had started. Digging around had left his chest aching and a prickling in his eyes. There, laying amidst tarnished coins, had been the coral necklace. He’d forgotten but that necklace flashed him back to the day Sabo had shown it to him. With shaking hands he had lifted it out and placed it around his neck.

Hearing Luffy calling him in the distance, he’d gathered up the rest of the treasure and turned away, ready to seize the moment, to achieve the dreams that he, Sabo, and Luffy had shared.

From then on, Ace had never stopped living in the moment and he’d never taken the necklace off for even a second since.

Jolting again as his hands left the necklace, he could hear Marco berating his brothers to take it outside and for being too loud. Grinning, he only stopped to grab the dream catcher as he ran out the door and onto the deck, putting one of his brothers into a headlock and passing him the dream catcher as the group laughed and left the ship to visit the port. He never looked back.

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Omake

Luffy hummed as he jumped across the boulders on the shoreline. His brother was leaving soon, to start fulfilling his dream.

“Luffy, be careful! You’ll slip into the water and I’ll have to go in after you again!” Ace came climbing over the rocks behind him, only stopping when he had caught up.

“Hey, Ace?” Luffy poked his brother.

Ace rolled his eyes and grabbed Luffy’s arm, starting to drag him back over the rocks and away from the rolling waves. “Hey, what?”.

“What’s coral?”

Ace hand twitched for a second before tightening as he dragged Luffy back up into the fields.

“Why are you thinking about coral?”

Luffy let his hand stretch out, laughing as Ace dragged it away and made his arm even longer.

“Makino says it protects parts of the island. Does it taste good?”

Ace rolled his eyes and turned towards him, letting Luffy’s arm snap back into place. “Coral is like a rock, definitely not good to eat. It makes a barrier so ships and big animals can’t pass. "

Ace reached for the necklace he had started wearing. He held up one of the beads around his neck, “This is coral. Sabo gave it to me. It’s ... lucky.”

“Ooooooh, so it’s a rock that protects you. Mystery rock!” Question answered, Luffy bounced away and Ace followed, hearing Luffy laugh, “ Mystery rock protects the island and Ace. Sabo was smart!”.

Ace just smiled, “Yeah, he knew what he was talking about.”

Notes:
When Ace makes a dreamcatcher, he means business! Anyone catch that part? And I have now explained how Ace came to wear a red bead necklace at all times!

A smidge more serious than the last chapter, but I had a flash of inspiration after reading the new chapter of Tsume Yuki's "Tell it to the Marines". Seriously, go check that one out! The quote “Find your eternity in each moment” from Sabo in this chapter is from Thoreau.

We have more of the beginnings of the ASL bond in this one, I always felt like Sabo was the mature one. For him, coral symbolizes Ace, the wonderful person that emerged from an ugly past. Plus I just love dragonflies, so I couldn't resist! Eventually Luffy will make his way into the flashbacks as well.

Bonus Luffy and Ace moments are never to be missed! Ace tells Luffy that coral is like a rock because he doesn't think Luffy will get that coral is a living organism and also makes up the beads in his necklace. Mostly, he just wants to be sure Luffy won't eat it, hence, it's a rock.
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Chapter 5: I Told You So
Summary:
In which there is some plot, and Ace gets what he wishes for, for the most part.

Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)


Birds chirped as a fast moving squirrel jumped along lush pine branches. The rustling of its movement caught Ace’s attention as he strolled through the woods.

He had been needing this break, he knew it had been too long. When the Moby had dropped anchor in a cove here for supplies he had taken the chance to stretch his legs on land. As much as he loved the freedom that sailing the Blues gave him, he had grown up in a forest like this and there were times when it called to him still.

He heard a grumbling and he gave a rueful grin at the sign that he needed to get a move on if he wanted to quiet his stomach anytime soon. Bounding off into the undergrowth, he began his hunt.



“Captain Shirahama, please wait!”

The broad shouldered man didn’t pause for a moment as he hacked at the tangled growth in front of him.

A group of panting marines stumbled to a stop as their captain finally turned to sneer at them.
“We’ve got information that some crew of pirate scum are in the port, and I won’t have it!”

His second in command swallowed hard as the rest looked on nervously, “But Captain, HQ said to avoid engaging with pirate groups for now, we have no backup!”

“Ha! I don’t need backup for some jumped up dogs that think they can get the best of the Marines!” The Captain took a breath to continue his tirade when he tensed and turned towards the trail he had been blazing through the undergrowth.

“I knew it, I could sense one of those scum in this direction, probably too afraid to brave the town and face me. I’ll bleed him a little and the coward will tell us where their ship is anchored. I will be the one to burn it to ashes!”

With that, the Captain continued to hack furiously at the branches in his way, his subordinates following reluctantly behind as the sun beat down on them.

—————
A stag bent its head to lap at the clear water of the stream, oblivious to the watcher waiting in the trees.

Ace made quick work of the stag and bent to throw it over his shoulder. He had seen a small clearing in the woods from his vantage point, down the hill from where he had tracked the deer. It would make an excellent flat spot for his cooking fire, he mused to himself.

Ace shook his head as he climbed down into the little valley, his stomach was protesting the wait and he quickly built a large wood pile. Grinning, he wiggled his fingers as flames sprang up around each one, sparking the wood into a roaring blaze.

“Haha, that never gets old!” After staking out his meal over the fire, he turned to inspect the clearing, hands in his pockets and shoulders relaxed. An open meadow surrounded by trees met his eyes as he explored.

“Look at all this clover, what a lucky find!” A breeze wafted through, ruffling his hair and the lush clover that covered the ground like an emerald blanket. Ace gently folded himself down into the nearest patch, laying his head back to bask
in the sun, still smiling.

‘Plenty of time for a quick nap before lunch, and maybe I can find a special clover for Thatch, that guy just can’t catch a break! Then maybe we’ll get some action around here, it’s been a little boring lately.’ Ace thought to himself as he nodded off in the field of gently swaying clover, his hat resting beside him and the delicious smell of roasting meat in the air.

————-

Branches crackled as the forest spat an exhausted group of sweaty, dirt covered marines out onto a hillside. Even their leader looked worse for wear as he rested his sword against his leg, breathing heavily.

“Captain, please sir, we need to take a break, the men are dehydrated. They’re in no shape to fight like this!” The Lieutenant huffed as he made his entreaty. He glanced nervously at the sky, where the haze of heat met a slowly darkening sky.

Shirahama ignored him as his nostrils flared, a slight breeze bringing with it the scent of smoke and cooking meat.

“The pirate is close, I can smell it!” Whirling around, he began to stomp down the hill, following the scent as his men scrambled to catch up. At the bottom of the hill the trees thinned to nothing as a clearing revealed a green meadow. Shirahama trampled through the plants in his way as he caught sight of a shirtless figure laid out on the ground, motionless. Stupid pirate must have been unprepared for hiking through the wilderness and collapsed.

“Stand and face me, you cowardly pirate scum!” Shirahama roared at the seemingly defenseless man. “Tell me where your ship is, and I’ll make this quick!”. His sneer grew smug as the figure began to sit up, and the warm breeze picked up speed.
——-

Ace was having a wonderful dream, the endless buffet of meat parading before him as he partied with his brothers, when he heard a gnat buzzing in his ears. He swatted at it with the hand not holding a turkey leg but it wouldn’t stop buzzing. One of his brothers offered to help him and swatted his head and with a start, he woke to shadow standing over him.

“Thatch, is that you again? I thought you were getting food for the party?” Ace started to sit up, rubbing at his eyes. “I’ve gotta finish lunch and then I’ll come help carry the bags, I promise.”

He squinted up, and his eyes widened at the sight of a bunch of men covered in dirt staring at him. The big one seemed like he was having a heart attack.

He rose up, scratching his stomach and yawning, “Geez, what happened to you guys?”

——-

The shock wore off and the marines snapped to attention as they took in the scene.

Shirahama had gone puce in his rage, steam coming out his ears as he stomped his feet, grinding down the plants in his fury.

“You dirty pirate, don’t you know who I am?! I’m Captain Shirahama and this is my island!”

The apparent pirate raised an eyebrow, “Marines huh? Well I’ve never heard of you, Shamahima was it? So sorry.” His mischievous face turned away as he looked towards the ground.

The Captain took that moment to swing his sword at the man, too angry to continue the failed interrogation.

The man bent down and the sword just barely missed, whistling over his head as he picked up something from the ground.

The lieutenant glanced uneasily at the scene, saw the object in the pirate’s hand, and then gaped in horror as the pirate perched an infamous orange hat on his head.

He scrambled back, forcing the rest of the marines to follow or fall to the ground

“F-F-Fire Fist!!” The air felt dry as dust as the darkening sky rumbled ominously overhead.

——

‘Well I asked for action, but did it have to be such small fry?’ Ace grinned maliciously as he raised his head.

“Did you really think it would be that easy? The Whitebeards don’t back down.” In that moment, as he turned to check on his roasting meal, his eyes caught on the ground beneath their feet. His own feet stood lightly on the bed of clover he had napped on, but the marines!

Ace’s eyes mirrored the unholy fire that sprang into his hands as he saw the destroyed path of shredded clover they had made as they crossed the clearing.

“How dare you! Look at what you’ve done!” He trembled in rage before he took a deep breath. Snuffing the flames, he gave his own sneer towards the other men.
“There’ll be consequences for that.”

The marine Captain swung at him again, yelling about pirate scum.
Ace leapt backwards, leading the unhinged man and his little pack of idiots out of the clover field and onto the packed dirt by his cooking fire.

“Like I told you, you’re doomed already. Filthy marines, can’t you see that clover you just killed.” Ace shook his head, shuddering at all the horrible luck that would surely follow and thankful that it wasn’t him. “It couldn’t happen to better people, enjoy your world of hurt from that mess of bad luck.”

Ace looked on, unimpressed as the larger man laughed at him, sneering.
——

Shirahama continued to laugh in derision. “So you’re Fire Fist Ace? How disappointing. You’re just a weakling with good press. Only a simpleton believes in something like bad luck. I’ll show you.” He looked down and deliberately brought his heel down onto the biggest of the clover plants he could see before him, one with 4 huge leaves growing from the base. He kicked at the plant one more time and looked back at the pirate.

“See, just as I said, nothing hap-“

The assembled marines reared back as the sky, which had been growing steadily more hazy, abruptly opened up and a bolt of lightning struck down right onto the head of their captain.

The light flared and then left as quickly as it came, leaving behind a twitching body sprawled on the ground and a smug looking pirate.

“I told you so.”

————

“No way!” Thatch cried as Ace recounted his adventure with the island’s marines.

“No joke, the guy was really asking for it. The rest of them grabbed him and ran before I could even get going. Shame, I was really hoping for a good fight but that bunch was totally weak.” Ace shrugged and reached into his pocket. He held out something green towards Thatch.

“Got you a present though, 4-leaf clover. It’s the one the Shimahama idiot stomped on. When I checked, it was still in perfect condition, so lucky right?” He blushed a bit and motioned towards Thatch with his hand. “It’s for you!”

Thatch gave an uneasy look at the plant in his brother’s hand. “This thing won’t get me struck by lightning right?” He tentatively took the clover and tucked it safely into a pocket.

Ace just smiled at him.

“Only if you’re causing yourself bad luck!”

Notes:
So a little of the world outside the Moby, luck is real just like Ace said. Not his fault if people didn’t believe him. If you’ve read my story with Dragon and the Revolutionaries, you may wonder how any of them are still alive. The answer to that is all about good intentions, and also maybe a little that Dragon can control the weather!

Side note: I’m sorry this one took so long, the app I write in decided to delete 80% of the chapter I had written and it was hard to get back my inspiration.

I hope this makes up for the wait! As always, please leave me a comment on your interesting superstitions or on Ace’s, I would love to hear from you guys!
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Part 2 of Silly Superstitions

Summary:
The Monkey family members are not subtle, even the secret agent ones. AKA: The Great Revolutionary Army and the Mystery of the Incredibly Persistently Appearing Leaves. Baltigo will never know what hit it. Secret agents, lucky charms, inappropriate use of explosives, and more East Blue superstitions ahead!

Notes:
This is the next installment in my Silly Superstitions 'verse. The Monkey family members are really not subtle, even the secret agent ones.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)


Chapter 1


It began, as it always did, with small leaves in the packs of the scout teams, tucked away in pockets and tiny cloth bags.

At first, back when little had been known of their taciturn leader, the scouts of the Revolutionary Army had shrugged off the leaves they found in their packs without fail. The quartermaster's new helpers must have been lax when cleaning the packs for the next deployment. They simply tossed the leaves overboard and moved on, as there were far more important things to be doing.

The leaves didn't stay away.

Each new mission, the leaves would turn up again. Each time, they would be harder and harder to simply dismiss. Some agents tuned it out, those singleminded in their fervor to complete the next task, much too busy to bother with shredded leaves in their supplies. There were far worse things to encounter in their travels, after all.

The more suspicious of their number would squint at them, trying to discern their meaning.

Is it poison? Some kind of scent-based tracking system? The Revolutionaries had many enemies, many traps to avoid in the course of their duties. These were the agents who turned their intellects to hunting down the culprit.

At first, it was thought to be enough that they found all the leaves and burned them. It turned out to be a far more pervasive problem than they could have ever thought. Indeed each pack, no matter how hastily assembled for an emergency trip to a struggling island in whatever far sea, always had the leaves inside.

As word began to spread and the agents spoke amongst themselves, more and more they tried to leave them behind. Nothing worked. There must be a traitor among them, they whispered, side-eying their brethren. And so the task became how best to destroy this invading greenery, whilst also trying to discern its purpose and track down the perpetrator. There was no need to involve the higher-ups, who were far too busy to be bothered with something like this. It would take no time at all!

If they had stopped for even a moment to mention any of these thoughts to their Chief of Staff, or indeed any of his fellow Officers, perhaps it all could have been avoided.

Alas, Revolutionary Army agents are not chosen for their honesty and direct mannerisms. And so the silent war began.

Those agents elected to take charge of the investigation searched among their number for one who could give them more information. Each botanist or survivalist they found could tell them nothing other than that it appeared to be a relatively uncommon, but by no means sinister or poisonous, 4-leafed offshoot of a common Triffolium. No medical or agricultural uses could be determined.

Whist this investigation went on, other agents were tasked with single-minded destruction. They approached the quartermaster, who did not know where the leaves had originated. As no one in his department had any answers to give,(and with the investigation into the loyalty of the quartermaster underway), the word passed to destroy each plant found as soon as possible so as not to jeopardize the mission.

It was not so simple a task.

The leaves became harder to find, tucked in hidden places in their gear, rolled into fibers in ropes, flattened between the pages of maps, it was maddening!

Some especially determined agents instead found their leaves laminated in a clear hard substance, soldered to the chains of weapons or to pulltabs of favored packs. The leaves seemed to mock them in their smug ability to appear without fail.

It was one such agent that the Chief of Staff stumbled upon as he made his way to a progress meeting.

Sabo raised an eyebrow at what appeared to be one of his best infiltrators, in the middle of the hallway, attempting to place an explosive charge on top of their own backpack.

"Oscar, as much as I admire your enthusiasm when it comes to explosives, our own hallways are really not the location I prefer to see them used on."

The so-named Oscar leapt to his feet even as the charge beeped and Sabo sprang forward to grab him and throw them both to the ground as the explosive charge did its work and erupted into flames with a loud bang.

Sabo had jumped up to examine the now smoldering remains when
Oscar pushed past him to begin picking at the pile with a dagger held at the ready and gasped, stabbing at the stone floor in frustration.

For there, without a scratch, lay the leaf in its clear casing. He growled in frustration before he scrambled to hide it from his superior officer, who looked curiously over his shoulder.

Oscar was no match for Sabo's speed and a hand shot out to pick up the surprisingly cool rectangle and pull it up to an inquiring eye.

"That's an ingenious way to protect your 4-leaf clover, Oscar!" Sabo exclaimed as he turned over the prism with its leafy inhabitant inside.

Oscar stared at him in mute shock.
"Protect it....?".

Sabo slapped him on the back, "Amazing! I had no idea you were experimenting with armored materials!'" He put his arm around Oscar's shoulders and pulled him forward with enthusiasm, "You know you really shouldn't be doing this in a hallway, we have labs for this kind of thing. It's ok to be a little nervous about a new discovery, but Dragon always says that innovation is one of
the keys to victory. We'll get you set up and then we can start getting everyone's clover charms protected like this. Genius!"

Oscar watched his commanding officer continue to speak as a sense of foreboding came over him. He prepared himself for the worst and wheezed out, "Sir....?".

"What is it?" Sabo turned his intense gaze towards his subordinate.

"S-Sir, do you know where that leaf came from?"

Sabo looked to the object still clasped in his hand. "Of course!" He continued to speak as they walked into the room that had been Sabo's destination all along. Oscar choked as he saw the highest Officers of the
the Revolution sitting together at a round table, ready to plan their next move.

Sabo walked right up to them and placed the clover on the desk. "Hey guys, look at what Oscar's been up to! He managed to encase his 4-leaf clover to protect it from explosives. I personally witnessed him testing it. He could really use some remedial lab-safety lessons, but all in all a good result."

Hack picked up the prism, "Sabo, I think you may be mistaken, I've seen this substance before in the labs, it is not of Oscar's design. Although its current use is quite ingenious. Dragon will be happy to see his gifts are being protected so fiercely."

Oscar could feel his skin going grey as the life seemed to go out of his eyes, "D-Dragon's gift!?".

Koala chose that moment to speak up, an amused look on her face as she turned to Oscar. "Yes, these lucky charms he gives out to everyone who leaves the island. I know everyone's been a good sport about it, he and our Chief of Staff here are from East Blue, you see. Superstitious, every one of them, if you can believe it."

Sabo immediately turned to Koala and began to lecture her on the very serious matter of lucky charms. The glint in her eye as she glanced at Oscar told him that she knew the truth about what he had been doing.

Oscar took that moment to slink out of the room and immediately took off at a run to inform the rest of the investigative team, his mind roiling with this new information. They should have known better than to believe they could hide it from the Officers' attention, they were too good! And thank Heaven Dragon hadn't actually confronted them for ruining his gifts, how embarrassing! They had to fix this!

As Sabo continued to pass on his important luck-related knowledge to his long-suffering staff, the agents of the Revolutionary Army sheepishly spread the word about the strange leaves that meant so much to their leader. They really should have know that only Dragon could have outsmarted them all like that.

In a dramatic turn-around, the leaves were reverently tucked away into bags and pockets, encased in their new protective coating. Agents continued their journeys to oppressed populations around the world, a new spring in their steps at the thought of their leader's care for them, even if it did come in the form of a strange obsession with a silly superstition.

And Dragon? He stood at his window, looking ever towards his former home in East Blue and the precious legacy it held, and smiled.

Notes:
Crack treated seriously! I know that Dragon's motivations are many, but I firmly believe that becoming a parent changes you. He is still the leader of the Revolution of course, but I think that wanting to make a better world for his own son is bound up in that motivation. This story is set just as Luffy is setting out on his journey. Dragon has mostly suppressed the superstitions of his birthplace for the years he has been leading the Revolution, but he knows more about how the world is changing at this point in history than most and I think he can't help but hope a little luck will help everyone.

Please leave a comment on your way out, love to hear from you guys!
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Chapter 4: Ace and the Long Road to Enlightenment
Summary:
First Flashback- Ace begins his journey of discovery and Sabo is amused. Bonus Luffy omake at the end!

Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)



Ace growled as he stomped through the dirt towards the forest and away from the bandit's hide-out.

"Stupid bandits!", he angrily kicked a rock out of the way, not noticing as it pinged off the forehead of a huge tiger about to get the jump on him. He tripped immediately afterward and quickly jumped up and spun around to make sure no one had seen him fall, as he rubbed the dirt from his face.

"Stupid Dadan!", he huffed as he pulled himself over an enormous tree root. His boot scuffed as he pushed up and he just barely dodged a huge wad of dead leaves and moss that his vigorous climb had dislodged, which silently fell down right on top of the snake that was slithering up after him. He did not manage to dodge the second heap of clinging rotten moss that tumbled down right after, catching him square in the face.

"Stupid spiders!" He yelled and squirmed as he shook out the bugs that had crawled into his shirt from the stinking pile that had fallen on him.

Exhausted from an unusually annoying trek through the forest, he stopped and flopped onto his back when he reached the ground again. Looking up at the sky through the leaves, he was too frustrated to notice the storm clouds gathering just on the edge of his vision.

"What do spiders have to do with luck?" He grumbled to himself as he remembered the earlier morning and the annoyance that any interaction with the bandits always brought along with it.

Just as he had begun to calm down, the sky seemed to break open and a massive sheet of freezing rain slammed into him.

"Aaaaghh!" He scrambled up under the force of the falling water and ran towards a crack in the trunk of a nearby tree. Huddling into the tiny overhang, he shivered as the rain came pouring down and a bolt of lightning crackled through the darkening sky.

"This is the worst day ever!" Curling up to wait for the rain to pass, he hoped Sabo had managed to find shelter before the unexpected storm came.

'I'll go find him tomorrow' he thought as he drifted fitfully off to sleep.

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"Saaaaaaboooo!!" The shout echoed off into the distance of the ravine as a blond haired boy looked up from pushing the shirt in his hands under the water of the river.

"Ace, is that you!?" He shouted back towards the small figure he could see making its way towards him down the side of the ravine on a vine.

"Sabo!" The dark haired boy turned his face towards him, " There you are, I've been looking for you for ----" *crack* The branch the vine was attached to snapped and Sabo could see Ace tumble the last part of the way down, bouncing off a rock on the way down. "Oof". Ace rolled over onto his back with a wince.

Sabo rushed over to check on him and stared for a moment while his friend groaned up at him.

"Wow, Ace, that was some bad luck right there." Sabo could only gape as he took in the wet clothes, dirt encrusted hair and the various scrapes on Ace's face, only some of which could be explained by his recent fall.

"What the heck are you talking about, luck?" Ace finally pushed himself up to sit and glare at the sun glinting into his face from his friend's goggles. "There's no such thing as bad luck, just stupid things that happen and people who think they had something to do with it!"

Sabo pulled a face at that and threw himself down to lounge beside his pouting partner in crime,

He sighed and started again, "Ace, I don't know what you've heard, but there is definitely such a thing as bad luck and you look like you got a face full of it." He smirked at Ace's dirty hair and reach up to pull a tiny beetle off of his friend's damp bangs. "Literally, in your case."

Sabo glimpsed Ace's fierce pout growing into a full-on freak-out and quickly stifled his smirk.

"You sound just like those stupid bandits and that old hag, Sabo. There's no such things as luck, bad luck, or stupid lucky spiders!!" Ace shouted and leapt up, limping just a little as he stomped around.

Sabo could feel his face pulling into a grin again. "No such thing as luck huh?" He propped his chin on his hands and just raised his eyebrow. "What exactly were you doing yesterday and why are you ranting about the bandits and spiders then, huh Ace?"

A blush began to creep over Ace's face as he quickly spun around so his back faced Sabo and crossed his arms.

"I didn't do anything!"

Sabo just continued to look at Ace's back. "Really, nothing at all?"

Finally Ace couldn't hold it in anymore and jerked back around to yell, "It was just a stupid spider! Those stupid bandits freaked out for no reason!" He didn't notice the shirt Sabo had dropped to the ground earlier when he had rushed over to Ace and his foot caught on the collar. His subsequent face-plant had Sabo clutching his belly, cackling with laughter as Ace struggled to pull his leg free from the wet shirt.

Finally, with Ace free of the malicious shirt fabric and Sabo having caught his breath again, he grinned at his unlucky friend.

"Look Ace, I don't know what you're thinking is going on, but I bet I can guess what happened yesterday."

"Oh yeah?" Ace glared at Sabo, too exhausted to jump on him and punch his grinning face. He knew Sabo was still laughing at him in his head.

"Yeah, I'll bet you two shifts of laundry duty that I can tell you exactly what happened yesterday."

Ace ignored his instincts screaming at him when faced with Sabo's smug grin. "Fine, two days of laundry duty, you have no idea what I've been through!"

Sabo put up his hand with fingers spread. "First off, I'll guess that you found a spider yesterday, sometime during the daytime at the bandit's place." He ticked one finger on his hand. "Sound about right so far?"

"So, I already told you about the stupid spider, just now, so that doesn't count!" Ace cried as Sabo ticked his second finger.

"Now, now, I'm just getting started! Secondly, I bet you tried to kill that spider you found, and one of the bandits freaked out and stopped you." Sabo quirked his eyebrow at Ace as he began to settle into another glare.

"So what if I did?"

Sabo ticked a third finger,"Thirdly, I'll bet the bandits then told you that you can't kill it, and told you that it's bad luck, right?"

Ace turned an odd face at his friend, squinting at him. "How could you possibly know that?"

Sabo simply ticked another finger as his grin took over his face, "Next, I'm gonna say that you ignored them and killed the spider anyway. Am I right so far?"

Ace just glared in silence as Sabo ticked his thumb and continued, "Lastly, I'll bet that those bandits shoved you right out the door. And as a bonus, considering the way you look right now, you must have had quite the eventful trip back. Scrapes, dirt, bugs, and I'm gonna say you even got caught in that freak storm last night, didn't you Ace?" Sabo had started to laugh again as Ace jumped him, and they began to tussle as Ace cursed at him.

After a few moments, Ace's night in the cold caught up with him and he fell back to the ground, caught in Sabo's headlock.

Letting him go, Sabo rolled over to look at him."Look Ace, that's some serious bad luck, you're gonna have to do something about it before something worse happens."

"I don't know what you're talking about Sabo, there's no such thing as bad luck!"

Knowing his friend wouldn't be convinced at this point he continued
"You'll see Ace, it'll only get worse from here. And don't forget," Sabo jumped up and sauntered past Ace towards the river,"it's your turn to do laundry now."

Sabo laughed at Ace's frustrated cry and the sound of Ace tripping again, right into the river this time.

He needed to rinse off anyway, right?



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Omake- Luffy, Ace, and Learning About Luck.



"Hey Ace, come look at this!" Luffy cried behind Ace as they continued their trip into Grey Terminal to do some 'shopping'.

Ace peered around back towards his smallest brother, squinting in the harsh light of the midday sun. He jumped towards Luffy with a cry as soon as he got a look at what was in his brother's hand. "Luffy, no! You can't kill it!"

Luffy turned a confused look at Ace as he pulled his hand back from his brother, spider held more gently than you would expect of the hyperactive boy, in his hand.

"Why would I kill it? It's a mysterious bug with 8 legs! So cool....". He returned to staring with huge eyes at the spider crawling over his fingers as his brother leaned over with his hands on his knees, huffing from his sprint to stop Luffy from doing something he'd regret forever.

"Just trust me Luffy, be sure you don't hurt that spider. I'll get Sabo to explain later, ok?" He ruffled Luffy's hair as Luffy leaned over to let his mystery bug back onto the ground.

"Whatever you say Ace!" Luffy grinned and bounced on down the path.

Ace shook his head as a shiver ran down his spine at the memory of his own fateful encounter.

"It was lucky that nothing happened this time!"

Notes:
Hope you enjoyed that side story with Luffy! Don't worry Ace, Luffy loves bugs! Especially mystery bugs!

Please review and let me know some luck traditions where you're from, good or bad. I would love to have some inspiration from around the world!

Ace strikes me as the type who would need something knocked into his head to believe it, especially something as ephemeral as 'luck'. Don't worry, we'll see more of Ace's journey towards enlightenment as the story goes.
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Chapter 3: Reminiscing

An interlude with Ace and Thatch. Thatch has some questions, Ace has some answers.

Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)



The screech of the gulls and the smell of saltwater filled his senses as he lay basking in the sun. The planking creaked gently under him and he was totally at peace in his little corner of the deck.

"Aaaaaaaaaacccccce!" He heard a cry in the distance, "where are you Ace?"

He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping that being quiet and not looking might save him from the inevitable.

No such luck...

"There you are, Ace!" Thatch's voice sounded right in his ear as a shadow fell over him, making him jump up.

"Thatch, I was enjoying the sun until your big shadow blocked it all out!" Ace shoved at him, trying to move him out of the way so he could continue his lovely doze.

Thatch gave an offended squawk "Hey, are you calling me fat?!".

"You said it, not me." Ace gave a cheeky grin as he dropped back
down on the deck. Rather than continue the argument, Thatch reached out and nudged him over to make room enough to sit next to him. For a moment they sat in companionable silence and listened to the slap of waves against the hull and the sounds of their brothers going about their duties.

Ace couldn't help the smile that grew on his face as he enjoyed this small moment in the life he had chosen for himself.

"Hey, Ace?" Thatch seemed to have calmed down and was leaning back with both arms behind him to prop himself up. "I've been meaning to ask you something."

Ace turned his face towards him with a raised eyebrow. "What's up Thatch?"

"Weeeeeeellll, you know that cursed day we do not speak of that occurred last month?" Thatch very pointedly didn't look towards him as he spoke.

"What the heck, I thought I told you guys not to mention that!!!" Ace quickly tuned his face away as his cheeks burned in remembered embarrassment even as a burst of satisfaction and pride welled up in remembrance of his excellent skills. He was certain that his dedicated efforts had guaranteed that the whole crew had avoided the undoubtedly horrible unlucky consequences of their potential actions on the cursed day they did not speak of.

Thatch just grinned as he saw the blush out of the corner of his eye. "I'm just curious! Pops told us that that sort of thing was normal back in East Blue, but he didn't say much more than that."

Ace sighed, knowing he likely wouldn't be able to avoid the embarrassment this topic would bring. He grudgingly asked, "What more do you want to know?".

Thatch immediately latched on to the small opening in Ace's usual defensiveness on the subject. "Where did you learn all of these things!? What's supposed to be lucky or unlucky? Seriously, I can't keep it straight!". His body was fully turned toward Ace now, his attention entirely on getting the answers to his questions.

Rather than erupt in stuttering denials as he expected, Ace instead grew silent, seeming to stare off into the distance. Thatch rarely saw him so intent, outside of food or battle.

A long moment passed and Thatch began to grow nervous, hoping he hadn't truly offended his little brother with his choice of topic.

He breathed a sigh of relief when Ace suddenly twitched and turned his head around to Thatch with a rueful smile on his face. "Is that all?" He asked.

Thatch gaped at him, "'Is that all?'" Thatch pointed his finger at Ace as he yelled, "You're the one who's always denying everything and trying to sneak off when it comes up!". Thatch poked Ace in the forehead, "Crazy little brother, you made it seem like a huge ordeal to even mention it!" He huffed and shook his head.

Ace just laughed at the rant about his previous antics. Finally he caught his breath as Thatch wound down. Thatch couldn't really put his finger on what the look was on Ace's face as they sat for a moment enjoying each other's company.

'So you want to know where I learned about luck, huh?' Ace thought to himself with a familiar bittersweet mix of fierce pride, innocent happiness, and remembered grief, still painful after all these years, thoughts of his home island in East Blue.

He finally spoke, "Hey, Thatch, did I ever tell you I was raised by mountain bandits?".

He huffed a soft laugh at Thatch's dumbstruck face even as his thoughts drifted, back to a time before Pops, Marco and Thatch, all of his pirate brothers aboard the Moby Dick. A time where a different set of beloved brothers had run at his side through a forest filled with giant beasts and a treehouse filled with treasure.

"The bandit's leader was a woman named Dadan, not that you could tell she was a woman from looking at her...". Ace began to speak and Thatch leaned forward once more to hear just where his brother had learned those ridiculous superstitions from, and maybe, a few more details about the life of his pirate brother before he became 'Firefist'.

Notes:
Next up will be story time and memories explaining the origin of some of Ace's superstitions and
the crazy antics they resulted in. Gotta love those ASL brothers! And seriously Garp, mountain bandits?
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Chapter 2: For Your Own Good!

Summary:
Wherein it is Friday the 13th and the Whitebeard Pirates are very confused.

Notes:
C'mon, we all know Ace is the type to go overboard.



The first sign that something odd was happening was the discovery that someone had removed all of the mirrors from the bathrooms. Being pirates, most simply shrugged and put it up to another of Thatch's pranks, and ignored their potentially ridiculous looking bedhead in favor of getting breakfast.

The second sign that something strange was going on was Izou storming onto the deck in a bathrobe, sanz makeup with his hair hidden in a towel.

His brothers all tried to make themselves scarce as Izou made a beeline for Thatch, currently standing at the railing with a wide stare and vigorously shaking his head.

"I didn't do anything this time, it wasn't me, I swear!" Thatch waved his arms, frantically trying to get away while simultaneously protesting his innocence.

"Someone stole my mirror! All of my mirrors!" Izou only then noticed the staring of the rest of the crew on deck and was quick to turn his glare on them. They all ducked their heads and attempted to make themselves appear busy to avoid Izou's wrath. Thatch was dead meat, was the silent consensus.

"Well if it wasn't you, who was it then?" Izou swung back around to Thatch, eyes narrowed. Thatch hunched down, anticipating his brothers wrath.

"I swear it wasn't me, I've been in the kitchen all night working on a new recipe for Pops, I have witnesses!" Thatch turned pleading eyes to the members of the kitchen staff who happened to be on deck. Looking uneasily at each other, reluctant to be dragged into the storm of Izou's ire, they nodded their heads.

"See! I'm sure we'll be able to find your mirrors soon. Really soon! And you look good anyway...". Thatch trailed off, peeking up at Izou to see if he had calmed down.

Eyes still narrowed and breath huffing out, Izou looked back towards the cabin doors. "Fine, but when I catch the one who did this. They. Will. Regret. It!". He turned on his heel and strode imperiously back below-deck.

"Whew, that was close!" Thatch cracked a grin. "I wonder who managed that one, it takes balls to cross Izou like that."

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By the time lunch rolled around, the crew had begun to notice the other strange things going on around the ship.

Marco could only sigh as yet another report reached him of horseshoes randomly nailed above doorways and even to the floors, causing random tripping accidents as each was discovered.

The most recent issue was the carpenters cursing out the kitchen crew, saying that they were the last to use the ladders to decorate for a party the previous week and now no one could find said ladders. The kitchen crew, irate already because of the harrowing morning episode, yelled at them right back that those ladders had been returned days ago, and they could stick them where the sun don't shine.

The final straw for the kitchen crew was the sight of all of the garlic from the ships stores strung up around the crews quarters, dangling from braided rope above the doorways.

Marco shook his head as he ushered his irate brothers back to the kitchen, telling them that he would handle it. He had a sneaking suspicion that he knew what was going on.

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Ace wouldn't say he was trying to avoid anyone, but that didn't stop him from quickly looking around the corner and then darting through the dimly lit hallway in the depths of the Moby Dick.

It had taken him months to build up enough rabbits feet from all the stops they had made in port and quietly prepare them for use. Thank goodness he had so much experience hunting rabbits from years past.

Silently making his way through the crew quarters, he tucked a rabbits foot under each of his brothers pillows, patting them down and smiling before moving to the next.

He had saved an extra special one from the giant rabbit he had found while hunting on one of the winter islands especially for Pops, too! That was a lucky find, he nodded sagely to himself, and they could use all of that they could get on this accursed day.
There was still the small matter of getting it to Pops' chair, but he would find a way!

Grinning to himself and skillfully dodging every crack in the floor, just in case, he made his way back out into the hallway.

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"Aaaaaaghhh! What the hell is this?!!!"

Whitebeard looked up from his discussion with Marco just as one of his sons ran onto the deck clutching something in his hand.

"Someone left a chopped up animal leg in my bed! Who did it?" He looked around wildly. "Is this a warning, revenge for that time with the fish skeleton? I told you guys that wasn't me!"

"Calm down, my son." Whitebeard raised an eyebrow at Marco.

Marco huffed a laugh in return and turned to his hapless brother. Just as he was about to speak, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye.

There was Ace, hiding in the shadow of Pops' chair, brows furrowed in concentration as he fiddled with the ropes lashing the chair to the deck. He was so intent on his task that he failed to notice the eyes of all of his brothers suddenly narrowing in on him.

"Ace!" "Ace?" Ace, what are you doing over there?!" Several of them shouted out at once.

Ace froze, shoulders hunched as he slowly turned his head.

"Haha. Hey guys!" He whistled lightly, staring into the air above their heads. "What's everyone so worked up about? Nothing to see here!"

Ace began to shuffle backwards only to bump into something. He slowly turned to look and saw Marco behind him, eyebrow raised.

"Ace, is there something you need to tell us?"

Ace wheeled away from Marco and bumped right into the chair he had been fiddling with. To the shock of his brothers, something large dislodged itself from the back of their Pops' chair. It thumped down and rolled slightly, white fur ruffled by the rough wood.

"Is that a leg?!!" "No, it's a foot!" Various outbursts came from the assembled crew, Thatch and the kitchen staff, and even Izou (somehow now perfectly groomed despite the lack of mirrors) having heard the commotion and come to
investigate.

"It's a Lapin foot," Marco sighed, an amused glint in his eye.
"A rabbit's foot, to be exact."

Ace, a hunted look on his face, sprang for the white furry paw laying on the deck, clutching it to himself. "Pops needs it!" He shook his head, eyes bouncing back and forth between his brothers, the giant rabbit foot, and Pops' chair.

At the last second, a rumbling laugh could be heard, bursting out as Whitebeard couldn't contain himself any longer.

"My son, I understand. I had forgotten those old East Blue traditions."

Thatch spoke up, "Wait a second, Ace? Don't tell me you were the one responsible for all the crazy things happening today?"

Izo turned a glare on his younger brother as the rest began to yell about the various problems experienced throughout the day.

Marco laid a hand on Ace's shoulder. "Ace, do you want to explain?"

Ace looked furtively around once more, before finally bursting out,"You need them! This day is cursed! Who knows what would have happened if I hadn't made sure you couldn't break your mirrors. That's seven years bad luck right there!" He began to babble. "And the ladders, I couldn't leave those lying around, anyone might have walked under them! The horseshoes were a little overkill, maybe, but the rabbits feet were the only way to guarantee things on a Friday the 13th!".

Mystified, the crew looked between themselves and finally up at Whitebeard.

"Calm down Ace, we understand."

Ace hugged the large rabbits foot to himself. "It took me ages to find one big enough for Pops. He needs it!"

Thatch had stood in silence through that meandering explanation and then finally began to grin. "Saving spiders and rabbit's feet for good luck, huh? Are these more East Blue superstitions of yours, Ace?"

Whitebeard reached down from his vantage point and gently tugged the Lapin foot out of Ace's hands.

"Thank you, my son. It has been many long years since I have sailed the blues, and I had quite forgotten what day it was." He tucked the talisman of good luck away and turned towards the rest of his family. Ace turned hopeful eyes upwards, only to blush and turn quickly away again.

The rest of the crew, still bug eyed and confused by this turn of events, clamored for an explanation. As Whitebeard explained to them the story of Friday the 13th, a day believed to be defined by ill fortune for all who grew up in the East Blue, more grins began to break out and chuckling could be heard.

Thatch was the first to leap forwards. "Still so very superstitious, little brother! I had no idea we would go from those crawly menaces to garlic and giant rabbit's feet in so short a time!"

I'm not superstitious!" Ace swore, face steaming red. The entire crew turned skeptical faces towards him this time. "I'm not! I'm just prudently aware of outside circumstances that may or may not effect the outcome of actions on any given day!"

"Riiiiiiiiiight. And I'm a Marine Admiral." Thatch slapped Ace on the back and turned to Marco. "Did you know about this?"

Marco merely smiled. "I may have had some idea, yoi." He turned to Ace. "It might be a good idea to warn people next time Ace." He could see Ace pouting and he laughed. "Just for today, we'll try to avoid as much bad luck as possible ok?"

Ace gave a hesitant smile. "Really? You'll carry your rabbit's feet?"

Thatch and Marco looked at each other as their brothers shook their heads in good natured exasperation. "We'll carry the rabbit's feet alright."
Ace pumped a fist in the air only to hear Marco finish.
"But you'll be the one cleaning all this up tomorrow, yoi."
Ace began to pout again as Thatch grabbed his shoulders and ruffled his hair. "Thatch!" Ace squawked, trying to finger-comb his hair down as Thatch walked away, shouting back,
"at least until next Friday the 13th, little brother!"

As the rest of the crew shook their heads and began to head back inside, Izou came up beside Ace. "And don't forget my mirrors. You can bet I won't." Izou smirked and walked away as Ace quickly turned and yelled after him. "What do you mean by that? Izou? Izou!"

Whitebeard looked on as his sons returned to their normal activities. No one saw him pat the rabbit's foot he had tucked away in his pocket, even as he smiled. He had always thought himself the luckiest of pirates, to have found such a family. But a little extra luck never hurt.
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Summary:
Marco, Ace, and Thatch and silly superstitions onboard the Moby Dick! Featuring Ace in denial of his superstitious ways and the bemused and confused Whitebeard pirates. Just where did Ace learn all of this stuff?! Lucky spiders, giant rabbit's feet and crazy East Blue superstitions ahead!

Chapter 1: Up the Water Spout


The sun shone down on the wooden deck of the Moby Dick, signaling a peaceful new day for the Whitebeard pirates.

Marco just wished the scuffle and cursing that he could hear from across the deck could have let him enjoy that peaceful morning for more than 5 minutes.

He knew he was going to regret asking this. "Oi, Ace? What are you doing over there?"

"Marco!" Ace whirled around clutching something behind his back, his foot planted on Thatch's back. Marco saw Thatch struggle wildly to pick himself up. "I'm not doing anything, why would you think I was doing something!?".

Marco just sighed, "Maybe because Thatch seems to have made himself one with the deck underneath your boot? What did you do, yoi?".

"Maaarcoooo! Make Ace get off me. Get off, get off, get off! Kill it! Get it away from me!!!". Thatch tried a last ditch roll to the side to get away and grabbed at whatever Ace was hiding behind his back, just as Ace casually elbowed him back down onto the deck.

"Haha, Thatch is just playing around, nothing's going on, haha." Ace started to shuffle backwards and tripped over Thatch's outstretched hand.

"Ah hah, finally!" Thatch sprung up and grabbed at what appeared to be a rolled up newspaper from Ace's last ditch attempt to hold it out of reach. "Time to kill that nasty thing!"

"Noooo! You can't kill it!" Ace dove for Thatch again but missed as Thatch danced out of the way.

It was too early in the morning, Marco should not have to be dealing with his brothers' crazy antics right now. "What is Thatch trying to kill, yoi?"

"A huge damn spider, that's what!" Thatch was peering around holding the rolled newspaper above his head. "I just about had that thing before Ace tackled me."

Seeing that Ace was just about to make another go at at Thatch, Marco picked him up and poked him hard in the stomach. "What is your problem with this Ace yoi?"

To his surprise, he could see a light blush steal across Ace's freckled face. "He just can't kill it, ok?"

Marco stared at his younger brother for a moment before a smile tugged at his lips. "Ace, don't tell me you're superstitious?"

Thatch whirled from his spider-hunting back towards them "What! What does that have to do with me taking a face-plant courtesy of Ace, just from trying to get that crawly menace?"

Marco laughed, "Didn't you know? It's bad luck to kill a spider in the daytime."

"Really?! Wow, our brother is a superstitious one." Thatch grinned at Ace, who just groaned "Shut up!" and pulled his hat down to hide his still red face. "Superstitions or no superstitions, I will be killing that spider, you should have seen how big it was!" Marco watched Thatch give a full body shudder.

Marco looked from his embarrassed brother to the still-determined spider-hunter. "Well, it's not bad luck to kill a spider at night, right Ace?".

Ace perked up from scuffing at the deck with his boot. "That's right!" He quickly looked away, "Not that I'm superstitious or anything."

Marco laughed," and you're not scared of a little spider hanging around the ship for a few hours, right, Thatch?"

This time Thatch was the one to duck his head, lowering the roll of newspaper "Me? Scared of a spider! Haha, I have no idea what you're talking about...".

Marco punched Ace lightly in the arm, "There, the spider lives another day." Ace turned back towards him with a shy grin on his face. "Now why don't we go get breakfast, right Thatch?".

He lead the way shaking his head, with Ace and Thatch following behind. Ace started to ask him about the winter island they were stopping at next for supplies and just as he turned into the kitchen Marco could hear Thatch whisper behind him -

"You just wait spider, I'll be coming for you tonight!".

Fandom

Jul. 22nd, 2019 08:48 pm
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I think I just realized how much I've come to rely on ao3. Not to say that ao3 isn't awesome, because it definitely is. But I used to hunt through livejournal, dreamwidth, and random aarchive sites in search of awesome fic. It was difficult, but so much like a treasure hunt. At the time, I wasn't a writer myself, so I never thought to post something like that on this site when I got back into it due to ConFab. But I do actually have fic now! It's my humble, sometimes silly and sometimes weirdly serious, contribution to fandom. So like so many before me, I'm gonna put it out there and people will make whatever they want to out of it (metaphorically). As it should be!
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Summary:
A look at the world, and the Man Who Would Be King, through the eyes of the newest of the Straw Hat Crew post-Fishman Island.

Notes:
My first fic, long time reader, first time writer. I couldn't resist a look at Jinbei's perspective as I watched the Fishman Island Arc again.



No one expects Straw Hat Luffy. It's an impossibility, an immutable law of the universe.

Other pirates laugh and call him a rookie, feeling secure in their hold on power in the New World. They say he is a joke, too young and carefree, an idiot who laughs his way through life and proclaims a foolish dream to any who will listen and many who don't. "He will never make it, the obstacles he faces will be too great for such a naive boy", they say to themselves.

The marines believe they know the whole of him, think that they can handle what he brings. They believe in their superiority, their sheer numbers, their beloved moral authority, and their great admirals -"Standing above even the most powerful lawbreaker!". They say to themselves that these are enough to weather the storm of Straw Hat's ambition.
They have only just begun to understand the truth of their ignorance.

The War of the Best began to unravel that confidence, forced the world into a backstep. They are unable to believe that this rookie pirate could possibly have the Will, the sheer audacity to scream out in defiance of all authority, Yonkou and Marine alike. Even now the marines speak to themselves of their own victory. The deaths of Fire Fist and the World's Strongest have lulled them into a false calm. They laugh, proclaiming Absolute Justice.

They do not understand that Straw Hat has played them, and stolen the most important prize of all. Time, time to gather himself and his crew, to grieve, and to grow strong.

The Dark King saw what Red Hair gambled an arm for all those years ago in the weakest of the Blues and he looked to the future even as he guided a new generation, a new King, to impose his Will upon these seas.

I have seen his triumphant return, tested the mettle of this human who sees the world as an adventure, secure in his crew and his dream, breaking through barriers of hatred to begin the newest leg of his journey.

And I? I understand what some are only just beginning to glimpse, and I will take my place with him when the time comes, when I have fulfilled my obligations. I will be free to join the man who dreams of freedom and One Piece.

They won't see him coming because they do not understand what he wants. Their dreams are smaller, their wills too weak to understand the tidal wave that lives inside him.

But we, those who are chosen and named Nakama by some arcane magic of luck and dreams too large for ordinary lives to contain, can tell the truth of it.

No one really expects Straw Hat Luffy, that I believe. But their lives will change forever when he becomes the Pirate King.
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Summary:
John Wick is a man at war with the world and himself.

"His voice is the cries of the victorious and the dying mingling on a battlefield soaked in blood."

Notes:
This was inspired by a line from The Mark of the Beast by asuralucier- "It means that I’m someone who is ready for war.” I couldn't stop thinking about John as the embodiment of the human concept of War, it describes his existence so well. No Infringement is meant, both to the canon story or asuralucier's work, which is amazing and you should check it out.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: In the Beginning


He had been born for it, as much as a thing like him can be born. He came into being as a primal force of the universe; his physical shape was ever-changing, adapting to suit his calling. As the herald of violence, the conductor in the theater of War, he was often male, tall; a strong body paired with instincts that leaned towards the swift and brutal. It was not always so. In life, just as war came in many guises, so too did War. Sometimes he was female, a striking face to throw the thoughts of men into passion, a spark that became an inferno of pained cries and mutilated bodies in the fight for domination. Other times he came as a wizened man, a prophet whose words brought enlightenment. Those who have heard what they believe to be a higher power are often driven to enforce their interpretation on others, though the cost be paid in the blood of their heretical enemies.

In the end, his mortal guise was merely a function of his calling. He was War, the crucible that forged men into monsters and made monsters into the heroes of legend. He drove progress in the heart of unspeakable deprivation, as those who had no means to win sought survival at all costs. In this way, he is a force for evolution, although mortals too often forget that evolution isn't a staircase. It’s one tree among many, whose branches stretch out searching for the optimal environment, sending out roots and seeds to populate creation with extensions of itself. Sometimes an offshoot fails to thrive. Sometimes a limb is diseased and pruning is required. This is one of the functions of War.

So he walks through the ages, appearing as a holy man, a foot soldier, a camp follower. He lives in the moment and feels the pain and the exultation of humanity in every torn muscle and bloody scrape. In his truest form though, his voice is the cries of the victorious and the dying mingling on a battlefield soaked in blood and his footsteps echo with the thunder of war horses and the crackle of gunshots. He admires the planning of a devastating offensive campaign just as he takes pride in the precision of a bullet placed just so. He is War and for a very long time, there is no more thought to it than that.

It is fitting then, that when he falls in love after an eon of existence as a force of nature, it is with a woman whose body is at war with itself.



~John Wick~

Notes:
Between real life and new fandoms, my usual stories are in writer's block but this one just wouldn't let me put it down. I may continue it as some point with the right inspiration. Thank you for reading! Please comment and kudos on the way out if you're moved to do so.

CONfab!

May. 26th, 2019 09:20 pm
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I’m all registered for CONfab and I’m so excited! We’re brainstorming about panels and I’m really glad to meet people who are interested in talking about all these fannish and fun things!
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I have an account on livejournal, but I decided it was time to take a look around dreamwidth and see what's happening. Will decide later if I will be integrating my stuff. Off to explore!
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