Something for @corpusprion for guessing the movie the other night! Pleas enjoy <3
GN Reader X Marco
SFW
Ace Lives Au
Word count: 682
The events of Marineford had been intense. Bodies and hearts ached. Pain drenched every inch of your wary body and a relief tinged with sadness filled you. You sighed and looked at Marco who sat on your shared bed looking exhausted. You’d never seen him look so tired, never seen the tell tail signs of his age. He looked every bit the image of a forty-something man who’d spent his entire life working hard, working his fingers to the bone. His phoenix power all but drained from healing others, it could barely spare a spark of flame to heal the cut on his forehead.
He let out a shaky sigh, wincing as he felt the simple act rattle his bones. “Not used to being so beat up huh?” You called, a medpack in your arms as you kicked the door to the room closed. You saw the lazy smirk on his face as he chuckled. “Do I detect a hint of gloating yoi?” he asked and you shrugged as you set the kit down on the bedside table.
“Maybe,”
The fight had been intense, everyone had battled their hardest, and shed more than their fair share of sweat, blood and tears to save Ace and Pops, a feat they almost had failed to achieve. There had still been casualties, injuries that would show for years both in scars and in memories. You tried not to think about those you’d lost. Trying to remind yourself Ace was safe.
You masked the worry about your partner with jokes and a plastered-on smile, during the war you knew he was going to be fine, he was so strong and confident. Too smart to let anyone get the upper hand on him, though the seastone handcuffs had your pulse in your throat for a moment.
No, you were more concerned about the bruised and bloody man sitting on your bed now. His cuts refused to close as he was out of energy. Spent on others, that was just typical of him. Putting his crew before himself.
It was your turn to help him.
You sat next to him on the bed and gently cupped his face, looking at those tired half-lidded eyes and seeing the wrinkles where he frowned, where he smiled, where he laughed with all his heart. He was still the most handsome man you’d ever seen. You could see whisps of greying hair in his eyebrows and the scruff at his chin. “Feeling rough?” you asked as he held your hand to his face, turning enough to kiss your fingers. “Mmm,”
Marco hated the the flashes of mortality that ebbed through him when he was this depleted of his phoenix given vitality. He just leaned into your touches, desperate for your comforting warmth and words as he tried not to feel sorry for himself, to let you know how he was aching and hurting. You leaned forward and kissed his nose, just above where a cut crossed the bridge.
“I got you, don’t worry.”
In a comfortable silence you washed his skin, taking away the crusted blood and the dirt of the battlefield. He only grimaced once or twice at the disinfectant you used on his scrapes and cuts before you dressed them with bandages and bandaids.
You sat back and looked at Marco. You’d never seen him so banged up and in such a state. You smiled weakly, feeling as sorry for him as he looked for himself. “Want me to get us something to eat?” you asked, but he shook his head, brushing off any wrappers and leftover bandages from the bed, strong arms pulling you against him before he flopped back on the bed. You blinked, a little confused, but soon heard him take in your scent. You felt his nose nuzzle into your neck as he kept you close.
He just needed this.
And that was fine by you.
You held one another until sleep came for your tired and worn bodies. The comfort and safety of one another's arms whisking you both into a much-needed and well-deserved slumber.
Marco is the type of person who wears the most fancy and expensive suits, looking smart and handsome, and then has the silliest, brightest socks under it all. He sits down, and you see a peek of neon colours or pineapple print.
I might not have many new posts till Wednesday next week as my birthday is 12th and spending time with wife and my boyfriend wants to come over weekend and I'm sending packages.
It has been a busy few days.
I also was outside for longer then three hours and got very sick. Hurray for chronic illness
Me and the boys had a coffee and some snacks though and we are pretty happy.
Okay, dumb thought hours. I'm pretty sure Marco had his power *before* he joined the wbp.
But what if he got it after but still as a kid? Imagine a young pineapple climbing up the mast trying to learn to fly like baby birds jumping out the nest.
He jumps, hits the floor like THUD SPLAT and there is nothing for a few moments then he just erupts in blue flames and wings and everyone's just like *you okay buddy?*
Between the goth phase wanted poster and that story Pops always tells/shows every ew love interest Marco has.
I'm not dead. I have an ear infection, zine deadlines, local craft fairs and opening my etsy so I've been like... Bigfoot around here. You see glimpses but no proof.
Feet just as big, armpits that look like I have a rabbit in a headlock but not smelly.
I'm still doing the wedding event, hoping that I'll return in June.
