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Wildfire Hearts

Chapter 2: Spelling Mistakes

Summary:

Izo asks a simple question.

Unfortunately the answer is more complicated that he can imagine, and Riot has trauma.

That's okay, the Anarchy knows how to deal with it.

Notes:

Ace might be a little stressed about seeing Whitebeard again. Just a bit. A smidgen.

He's dealing with it.

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

Chapter Text

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“So... how drunk does one have to be to misspell their little brother’s name?” It was not a question that Izo had expected to garner such a visceral reaction. He had expected a funny story, something to break the ice and start a conversation with Marco’s new admirer and potential future boyfriend. He had not expected the snarl that rumbled up out of Wildfire’s throat, savage and drilling feral threat right into the hindbrain of everyone in hearing distance.

Izo froze, and those of his brother’s standing nearby pulled back, uneasy and staring warily at the young Captain. The Anarchy crew turned as one, gazes locking on to the group nearest to their Captain like they were looking for a reason to throw down.

Marco slid in front of Izo with a frown, but before another word could be spoken Wildfire’s younger brothers hit his waist and clung.

“I was twelve. My mother was dead. My little brother was gone.” Riot breathed in. Held it. Released the air with a growl. Wildfire looked down at his little brothers, gaze softening as the potential for violence drained out of the air. “Yeah, I was drunk, but the S has a meaning. The rest is none of your business.”

Turning away from the Whitebeards, the young Captain moved back to his crew. The small arms wrapped around Riot’s waist did nothing to impede his stride. Obviously this was not the first time the man’s younger brothers had employed hugs as a method for defusing potential fights.

Marco sighed in relief as the tension faded from the air and then cocked his head at Izo in question. “Izo?” 

“It seems I touched a sore spot.” The okama grimaced, because there were just some issues that no one with a lick of empathy ever poked at. Izo had caused offense in asking about the tattoo, and he would apologize properly for his misstep once Riot had finished calming down. “Leave it, Marco. This is on me.”

“If you say so, yoi.” Marco turned back to watch as Riot was all but smothered under affection from his crew. Maybe it had to do with how young Riot was, but Marco could not recall ever seeing another pirate crew tangle themselves into a massive puppy pile as a comfort tactic. It was effective, Marco had to admit that, but he also tried to imagine doing something like that with Pops and could not manage to get over the reflexive embarrassment.

Pops would roll with it, but Marco and the rest of his brothers were a bit too conscious of their father’s dignity to ever flop all over Whitebeard the way the Anarchy’s lookout and navigator were currently sandwiching all three Portgas D’s between them. Marco shook himself, forcing his eyes away from Wildfire and ignoring the knowing look on Izo’s face. The First Commander was not pining over someone who had already actively hit on him.

Stop being ridiculous, Marco, and go make sure your brothers are behaving themselves.

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Notes:

This was supposed to be a oneshot. I refuse to make up pirate crew wholesale for a oneshot. So the Anarchy's crew members shall continue on unnamed.

So there. XP