He just wanted to ask the mother hen where his cooking book was, how did he end up in a scene from a horror movie!?

I should work on the stories I already have... But no... I keep making other stuff!

Blood and injury

Implied cannibalism

The chef had been searching for his precious cooking book all day but still hadn't found it. With the evening nearing he decided to ask their local mother hen, he always knew where everything was. So without knocking he entered his room, who needs to knock when the bird already senses you from miles away and by the time you enter is already glaring at you for not knocking.

"Oii Marco, have you seen my c-" his eyes widened at the sight before him. Blood was splattered all over the floor, the bed was soaked, and in the middle of it was- "WHAT THE HELL!? GET OFF HIM!" He soared foreward pulling the stranger, the attacker, off of his blond brother. Simultaneously he heard the awefull sound of ripping flesh, accompanied by a groan from the blond. T-the attacker h-had bitten o-off the s-side of Marco's- Marco's throat!?

He held in his puke as he saw inside his brother, white from bone, pulsating bloodvessels, angry red flesh covered in blood and leaking down. Pushing it away he fought to get the person away and his brother out of harms way. "HEELP, SOMEONE! MARCO'S INJURED! ATTACK!"

"T-thatch, s-stop,"

"Marco!" He called hearing a soft croak, he was still awake, that was great! "Just focus on healing yourself please! I'll take care of this! I'll get you help!"

For some reason the man in his arms seemed to hold back on attacking him? But it was the last of his worries. Using his trained haki, he had been able to restrain the man. In a strong grip he kept arms trapped on the man's back, while his other hand had a strong grip on a throat, keeping the head up and neck stretched to the limit. The other was however strong and he didn't know how long he could hold him on his own, and Marco still needed medical assistance as he saw no flames appearing.

After a wet cough, the blond's voice croaked again through the room, " 's Ace."

"Ace? Shit! Did he get him to!?" Fuck! In what state would Ace be if they were already able to take down Marco like this!? And how the hell did they get on board to begin with!!

Seconds later other commanders barged in and took notice of the situation. Thatch holding a very bloody person, while their first commander seemed to be staring into nothingness with very glossy eyes.

The cause? A heavily wounded neck with small blue flames on it and a- most put a hand over their mouth seeing not only the gruesome wound, but seeing the missing piece of flesh dangling at the side of the bed, still connected to Marco by just the tiniest strip of skin.

They however didn't let it distract them for long before they were helping to subdue the enemy and fight him to the ground.

Thatch yelled for them to not only get a doctor but to also check on Ace. That he may have been injured too by this man.

The group split up, one staying with Thatch, while the other went for their youngest, praying he was alright.

Just as the group with Thatch got control of the situation and had harshly slammed the attacker to the ground and were restraining him, the room was covered in bright blue flames and yells were heard. Thatch who had been on the enemy's back, pushing a haki coated knee to a spine, was roughly pushed off, allowing the stranger freedom.

"Shit! Get him!" They couldn't let this person get away and harm anyone else!

"No one 'get him!'-yoi! Don't fucking hurt him!"

What? Why would Marco say that?

The silent confusion that was created by Marco's outburst, stayed in the room untill the flames finally settled. After their eyes adjusted to the rooms natural light again they saw Marco standing before them, fully healed and looking extremely angry at them and cradling the enemy in his arms. No… not an enemy… "Ace?"

"Yes. Ace-yoi." Marco gritted out between teeth, "you all had been fucking attacking and mauling him as if he's a fucking marine breaking in! Wtf is wrong with all of you!? Hurting him like this!? You made a mess out of him in less then 5 minutes!"

They all watched stupified as Marco sat on the bed, craddling a harshly panting Ace closer to him. Even kissing his head and whispering some words, of probably comfort, to him.

"But… what? You- you were being attacked?"

"I wasn't."

"Your throat was ripped out."

"It was."

Why was he so casual about this and… if it wasn't an enemy then… he swallowed as he scanned Ace's being. He was beaten and bruised, obvious hand marks on his wrists and neck already forming from when they restrained him. But most his attention went to his blood soaked front, they didn't do that. And they especially didn't have anything to do with those blood stained teeth. Marco's throat was ripped out by…. "…by… Ace?"

"Yes and no." Marco hummed, gently weaving fingers through Ace's hair, "He was biting into my throat yes, but you Thatch, you suddenly pulled him off of me. Resulting in him ripping off half my neck instead of a small piece."

"ow shit" Thatch cursed and started to apologize for apparently ripping Marco's neck and attacking Ace before he came to a sudden stop. His brain catching up to what exactly Marco had said. "Wait….", 'instead of a small piece', "even if I didn't pull him off … Ace was… was actually going to rip your throat???"

"Yes-yoi."

"Wh- why!?"

"Why not?" The blond asked, quirking up an eyebrow as if Thatch was the one asking weird questions.

Before they even got a chance to react, Marco spoke again. "Now, please leave my room so I can properly take care of the wounds you all inflicted on Ace for no good reason at all."

No one moved, still not knowing what was going on and if they should leave them. The decision was however quickly made when Marco shouted again for them to 'get out', making them all scramble like mice to leave the room. No one wanted to deal with an angry Marco.

Thatch, who was slowest to leave, heard Marco softly taking to Ace, rooting him in place behind the door.

'I'm sorry Love, I thought the door was locked, forgive me-yoi.' The sound of a kiss interrupted the speech briefly, 'I'll get you cleaned and bandaged. And I'll make it up to you-yoi. I promise you can taste me again, whenever and whatever you want, you can have every piece of me. My whole being is yours to devour, love.'