angryfistofgod | drabble war between cc and myself.

The hair on the back of Hunter's neck stood on end. Something was pinging at all of his instincts and he didn't even remember breaking into a run, his jacket somehow getting thrown on solely out of instinct. He didn't know what it was, maybe his wife had completely lost control and had thrown herself in the river to keep from burning villagers down, or maybe it was worse, maybe she was literally burning things in front of everyone. Either way, he knew damage control was needed immediately. Good thing the twin phoenixes were already in charge of the kids for the weekend.

Wherever Andy was had suddenly switched directions, but Hunter kept going until he reached the bar he knew purely from instinct where shit had gone down. At least nothing was on fire or smoking. They were ahead of what he expected already. Not bad. "What happened?" he calmly demanded with his arms folded to look a little intimidating.

They explained about the barfight, how it wasn't the Queen's fault, she just stepped in when it got out of hand but kicked the asses of both sides. Hn. Good. Definitely better than he expected, but still, something was seriously wrong in the universe, and the prickling feeling hadn't left yet.

Hunter tended to helping the owners figure out how to get the damage repairs paid for by the royal treasury and recommended a good contractor, but with that he couldn't delay another second, so after a quick salute he took off running to go back to the palace. It still unnerved him that no one knew who the castle initially belonged to before the war or how it was built, or even when, but such was the way of the world in the aftermath of Tin's attempt to conquer everything.

He ran through the exquisite smooth stoned halls -- it had to be made by magic, carved by it at the very least! -- and ran to the much too big bedroom. Andy's clothes were scattered all over the bedroom, which was a pretty good sign she'd been feeling too hot. He ignored the overly big red blanketed bed and went straight to the private baths. If she was losing her temper, then water was the only way for her to stave off the flames. Andy was naked on the floor, chugging a bottle of booze, and she looked up at him like a startled doe caught by a flashlight.

She took the bottle out of her mouth and set it down beside her. "Sorry," she mumbled, still curled up on the floor.

"Did you break anything else in the bedroom?" he calmly asked and sat down beside her to gently wrap her up in a big fluffy towel the size of a quilt.

A guilty glance away. "I scratched up all the clockwork."

Hunter waited for more.

"On the floor," she shivered under the blanket.

He sighed. He really liked the shiny floor damn it. Oh well, she liked having rugs on that part of the room anyway so her feet wouldn't get cold.

"You must be disappointed in me losing my temper over something so dumb," she mumbled holding back tears and reached for the bottle again.

"Not at all," he insisted and hugged her tighter over the blanket she'd somehow managed to pull up into a hood over her head and shoulders. "I was expecting a lot worse."

With that she started crying and he just kissed the top of her forehead waiting for some of her rage to subside. He wouldn't trade her for anything.

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Overstate it! -- characters can be anyone except Marvel >:)

He kisses his cheeks lightly, dotting them down against the wet trails and feels Ace's fingers tighten in the lapels of his jacket. He didn't understand what just happened, but he knew it was an understatement that Ace was upset -- yet he wouldn't over estimate the cause. It was easy to realize that Ace was just worried after their daughter and her near brush with death after falling out of the sky during a thunderstorm. He nuzzled him, coaxing the fear from Ace to himself and kissed the other senseless, knowing that a distraction would be welcome.

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implied: collie/ray and anne/marco. but really just ray + marco; shot in the dark

"It's just a shot in the dark," Ray quietly smirked in amusement at Marco's outrage.

Marco returned it with a punch to Ray's face that the other man quickly ducked. "Are you kidding me?!" he roared, "How would you like it if I said that about you and Collie?!"

"The pup and I have been away a number of times," Ray waved a hand.

Marco growled irritably, "Keep it to yourself. I do not need a vacation so I can go 'bang her senseless.'"

"It's just a suggestion," Ray smirked over his drink.

"A stupid one," Marco fumed, already secretly debating it.

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How Long

He breathed in slowly, threading fingers through the younger's hair lazily, how long, his mind began to ask suddenly, how long has it been since you've been this happy?

He doesn't have an answer beyond burrowing his nose into floppy black and white.

He doesn't think he ever will.

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This song or this one

Collie glanced at Silvers as he solemnly pulled the den den mushi closer. "A warning to the people, the good and the evil, this is war," he quietly intoned.

A warning to the prophet, to the liar, to the honest.

It wasn't a long broadcast, nor was it meant to be. With that, Collie got up and strode purposefully out of the office to go fight the brave new world. No longer were pirates the main threat to the seas, but something worse had risen to take its place.

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Resistance by Muse (lyrics) or Hummingbird Heartbeat :| Shut up I like it.

Her head tilted back and watched the fluttering of shiny blue and suddenly she let out a howl of laughter, spreading her own wings out as a spiral of red and grey darted after the streak of blue.

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omfg what was that anyways
Left Alone - Hudson Tyler.
Kopper + Amelie.

It's too much for Kopper to take some days. When he needs company, that's when she up and decides to leave him alone. When he wants space she nags and reminds him of Andromeda, but still somehow more impossibly regal and wise and patient and god damn, it burns him and he hates it. Andromeda was like a galaxy, and Amelie like a constellation, and yet somehow she managed to be even more distant and chemicals meant to explode in such a way that millennium could not make it slow down or fade away.

He wants the darkness, sometimes he embraces it. In a bottle, in the shadows of his vision, in the unknown, in the death, but always Amelie keeps on burning like a star he cannot dim or swallow up. "Just one night," he promises.

Amber eyes regard him coolly, suspiciously, even. Oh, those warm golden pyres, how he hates them too sometimes.

They're bound together, his arrogant spell that he could not break, and her loyal patient nature she could not change. The kisses taste like sin, her lips like cherries, and he licks the salt off her skin. It's not enough. It didn't matter how much the darkness licked at the surface of the star, it couldn't swallow it or take it in deep, and it wasn't Kopper who had to be careful to avoid getting burned. She did it for his sake, in spite of him and his best efforts, she kept him safe because that was her job, that was how she loved him.

He couldn't use the bond for anything else. Not to possess or control her, she could and would do quite whatever she wanted and nothing he said would ever make a difference. If he was only able to accept it, that that was the nature of things and always would be, he could have been happy. But happiness was never what he sought and she was incapable of making him miserable. Truly, he hated her.

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Let Love In & Collie

Salty waters lapped at his knees, eyes focused on the horizon, as if only for a moment he would be swept away into the past -- he never meant to become the bitter, jaded creature that he left behind. The left one wandering in the ghosts that lingered upon the edges of the creation, treading those waters without a purpose -- he knows the words that would pour off of that man's lips if he was seen at this point.

What happened to you?

He would have many answers for the question, that he grew old, that he matured, that he left him behind like he always knew he would, but then he would smile -- he knows he would, that he would finally smile at the man and thank him. And fuck, if that didn't sting deep within his chest. It resonated with an empty ache and the lapping of the waves against his old knees couldn't wash those pains away like they once could.

A hand suddenly shook him from his deep thoughts, wrapping around his arm barely, a boyish chuckle coming from behind him. The grip was reaching, trying hard not to get too deep and he could feel the slightest touch of inflated rubber touching his bare skin.

"Lost in your thoughts, Ray-Ray?"

He couldn't help but smile, nodding slowly. He watched, almost instantly there was a blooming feeling in the pit of his stomach, electricity fluttering through his veins as he watched winds whisk dark and light and blue eyes flicker deviously to and frough, leaving Rayleigh with an almost light taste in his mouth.

He could have this if he let himself, he knows that so well. He didn't need to repeat that cycle all over again, he just needed to reach out and let it in. Prying the hand from his bicep, Rayleigh wraps his hand around the other's hand and brings it to his mouth, dusting kisses along it with a small smile and leads the boy in floatation devices (dragons, he thinks, they were covered in dragons) into the deeper water to play.

Maybe, he thinks, maybe this time he'll be okay and for at least a day, he can let him in.

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This song and anyone you wish.

drabble war between cc and myself.

With Hunter & Angry Andy

Smoker/Ace

Eh PG-15ish?

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