This is a collection of separate MarcoAce drabbles, mostly that I've posted on tumblr already, but prompts are always welcome (I'll only write them when I feel inspired though).
The first one was written for LuffyGirl, who asked me to write the story about a picture of a bed we came across on tumblr. It is the picture I use for this collection as cover pic.
Please enjoy and leave a review afterwards! :D
Nest
They had stopped at one of their islands to restock and relax a bit. The city on this island however, was famous for their design interior shops. So Ace and Thatch had taken the opportunity to look around a bit. They weren't planning on buying anything though, just looking around, as a form of relaxation.
However, when they came across this one bed-like thing, both of them stopped to stare at it for a moment, mouths hanging open.
"It's perfect," Ace said in awe.
"We can't leave this behind," his friend agreed.
It was a good thing the firs division was out on some kind of errand, because it was still quite difficult to put the bed together after they purchased it. They couldn't take it in it's whole, so it had to be disassemble the thing, and so put it back together in the room of the first division's commander.
Of course, before that, they had to take away Marco's old bed, which they had stored in Ace's room, for the time being.
Fortunately the bed was ready in all his glory, before the person they bought it for returned.
That evening, the first devision finally got back. Thatch and Ace made sure to be talking 'by chance' in the hallway that led to the commanders' rooms.
"Hey," Marco greeted them, as he walked past them, towards his door. The other two nodded in response, but didn't say anything, too afraid to burst out laughing.
Marco walked into his room, not suspecting anything, but stopped in his track when he saw his bed, the egg pillows begging him to come closer.
He turned around to face the second and fourth division commander, quirking an eyebrow. "This is your doing, isn't it?"
The two of them looked as innocent as possible, without bursting out laughing. "What could you be possibly meaning, dear Marco?" Thatch asked.
The phoenix gave them a dark look, before closing his door behind him.
When he was sure his two friends stayed out of his room, Marco walked towards the bed to take a closer look. It looked really comfy. He sat down on it, just to try it out. And for that reason he just had to lie down too.
He would never let go of his eggs nor his nest anymore.
