âSo⊠you eat bones?â one of the boys asked. Marco thought it might be Shanks, given the red of his hair.
âMarrow,â Marco clarified. âPreferably. But yes.â He was wandering the island where Pops and Gold Roger had met, trying to find soil of the correct coloring.
Pops hadnât wanted him to go alone, and Marco hadnât particularly wanted the others following him around, so theyâd come to a stalemate. Then Roger had just laughed and said something to the effect of, âLet him go, Newgate, my boysâll follow him, watch.â
It hadnât phased Marco at the time, because it got Pops to let him leave on his own with other pirates on the island, but now there were two kids following him around. Gold Rogerâs kids.
âOkay,â the other one said â Buggy, right? âHowâs that work?â
Blues, how young were they? Younger than Marco, certainly.
Marco shrugged. Didnât really matter to him, honestly. âDonât care,â he said.
âI donât think he knows, Bug,â Shanks whispered loudly.
âI donât wanna agree with you, but you might be right,â Buggy replied in that same loud whisper.
What the hell. They were so loud. It was like they wanted him to hear them.
âYou two are so loud,â Marco stated. His arms shifted to wings, and he heard two gasps behind him. Heâd preened this morning, so his wings were starkly violet, but heâd noticed he was almost out of dirt the right shade of red.
Which was why he was hunting this island for any red dirt in the first place.
Not that heâd found any so far.
âYouâre neat!â Shanks said brightly.
Marco just sighed and, with a beat of his wings, launched himself into the air, leaving the two cabin boys on the ground.
âBug, heâs getting away!â
âI can follow him, letâs go!â
Marco rolled his eyes and pumped his wings harder, gaining more height. He didnât think heâd be able to find good dirt on this island â theyâd stopped before, briefly, but never for long, not for long enough for Marco to actually scour the islandâs dirt to see if it was quality.
He stayed in the air for a while, eventually alighting on a log near the river that ran through the island.
âDamn it,â Marco hissed. Heâd not been able to spot any patches of dirt from the air that looked like they had what he was after.
âShanks! I found him!â came from the copse behind Marco and his shoulders slumped.
âDamn it.â
The two cabin boys burst out of the trees just as Marco turned to give them a sour look. âYou gonna tell me how you found me?â he asked. He might have been more than a little irritated, between being followed and not finding what he was after.
âNope.â Buggy popped the p on the word.
âGreat.â Â
âWe found this though!â Shanks said, holding up a cupped handful of deliciously crimson clay.
Marco straightened up with a curious chirping sound.
âWe â okay, I â thought you might want it?â Shanks continued, seemingly oblivious to the absolutely delighted look on Marcoâs face.
âWhereâd you find this?â Marco asked, suddenly in Shanksâs space.
Shanks yelped slightly, and Buggy bristled, knife in hand.
âWeâll show you, câmon.â Shanksâs reply was swift, his yelp forgotten near instantly as he took one of Marcoâs hands in his.
Buggy rolled his eyes and grabbed Marcoâs other hand. âHeâll just get us lost,â he explained.
âIâm not that bad!â
âYeah, you are.â
Marco smiled as the boys continued bickering even as they led them to where theyâd found the soil that heâd been looking for.
Saw a video earlier about moms that go to pride events and offer âmom hugsâ to everyone and it got me thinking
Do you think Whitebeard does that? Just routinely goes to pride events and gives everyone the best dad hugs ever, maybe even adopts a few kids
Like the first time he went just because one of his sons was too nervous to go on his own and he saw a lady giving out hugs and asked about it, and she told him yeah basically a lot of the people here donât have the best relationship with their parents and he immediately went âoh that just wonât doâ good thing he has plenty of love to give
He basically becomes a staple at a lot of pride events and everyone knows who he is. Whenever someone attends and doesnât know him, someoneâs just like âoh yeah thatâs pops. Heâs everyoneâs dad. If your a minor without a safe home heâll literally adopt youâ
I had this song stuck in my head and I thought it would make a very good Ace/Marco fic, so.
Marco x Ace - Implied
SFW
It's okay if I'm a bit unstable
But I've been doing just fine on my own
I don't care if I am in denial
It's a mild syndrome
[unstable by chaotica]
âFuck.Off.â Ace spat and slapped the hand that had dared to come close to him.
Marco furrowed his brows for a moment, feeling the sting on his hand from Aceâs outburst, how he sneered and snarled and backed further into the tatty armchair. Ace was pressed so tightly against the back of the chair Marco was sure he was hoping to burst through it to escape him.
âIâm trying to help you yoi,â Marco was doing his best to keep the exasperated sigh from his tone as he ran a hand through his messy hair, the crop of blond swayed back into place.
Aceâs eyes focused on it, glaring at the strands, anything to avoid eye contact with the doctor. Flames of pure irritation flicked across Aceâs skin as he gripped the arms of the chair to the point of his knuckles turning white.
âI never asked for ya fuckinâ help, did I?â Ace hissed through gritted teeth, nails digging into the fabric, digging the heels of his boots into the rug.
Marco watched him for a moment, seeing the flames dance across his body, never burning the clothes he wore. Even in his most agitated and wild state Ace had such masterful control over his abilities. The smell of burning wafted into his nose and he glanced at the arm of the chair, the age-stained upholstery catching alight.
Ace didnât care about the chair like he had his clothes apparently.
The phoenix let out a tsk and stood up from his crouching position, a few strides back to his desk, grabbing the vase of flowers heâd used to brighten up his office space, taking out the handful of flowers, setting them on his desk before turning to Ace and the slowly burning chair.
Marco looked the scowling man in the eye, his half-lidded gaze was no less intense than the narrowed eyes of Ace. Wordlessly he dumped the water over him, the stench of dirty water hit his nose, and the outraged âYou fuckinâ cunt!â met his ears.
His lazy smile tugged into a wicked smirk when Ace leapt up from the chair, looking down at his wet shorts and arm. Marco set down the vase and folded his arms over his chest, thin brow quirked as Ace spat out more insults as he tried to pat himself down.
âWhy the fuck did you do that?â Ace demanded, puffing out his chest, making commands he was confident he could back up.
âYou were burning my chair, what else do you do with untruly fire? You put it out.â Marcoâs tone was so matter-of-fact it did nothing to quell the brewing anger in Ace.
âReally? That shitty chair? Itâs seen better days, why does that even matter?â
The phoenix looked down his distinguished nose at Ace, unfolding his arms and placing a hand on Aceâs chest, pushing him with enough force that he was made to sit back in the now dampened chair with a grunt.
âJust because you have no respect for others and donât see the value in something that is important to another person, stop being a little shit for just a second yoi.â His tone was firm, something Ace wasnât yet used to from the normally easy-going man in front of him.
âI donât know why youâre even bothering with me; I donât need anyone, I donât want anyone.â Ace spat as he slumped back in the chair, arms folded.
Marco let his arms fall to his sides, a sigh, not hiding his annoyance from Ace in the slightest as he moved a hand to his hip, cocking his head to the side, examining the huffy rookie in his chair. There was so much damage in one person, just like a house burned to the ground, nothing left to the untrained eye past the evidence of destruction.
He saw it though, Marco knew there was a strong foundation under the ash and debris, one that could be built on, one that could be bigger and stronger than ever if Ace let him lay the first brick.
âYou act like a lone wolf, you want to hate the world you think hates you, I can see that clear as day, I can also see the scared boy inside thatâs desperate to not be left alone again. You desire love and attention from others, you just need to allow yourself to admit that first.â
Ace shifted in his seat, the intensity in his gaze wavered before Marcoâs eyes, he was right, and he knew it, Ace knew it and to be so seen by what was still a stranger to him had shaken his resolve. Marco was observant, the flame user couldnât hide under a rock of denial any longer.
âI donât need anyone.â
âThen why do I see you smiling and laughing with that crew of yours? Why do I see you sitting on the edge and looking in with that sad look of utter longing? If you wanted to be alone, you wouldnât inch closer hoping to catch someoneâs attention yoi.â
Ace opened his mouth to protest, to shout harsh words at Marco. All the fight died; his shoulders slumped in a further sign of defeat as he drummed his fingers on the edge of the chair. He didnât look up at Marco, didnât want to.
âI thought so, you arenât a lone wolf, youâre a cornered animal who fights because thatâs all they know.â He reached over, placing his hand on Aceâs knee where the gash was still oozing blood.
âItâll be okay Ace, we are here for you, you donât have to be alone anymore yoi.â
Marco felt Ace flinch as his hand touched his skin, the cooling blue flames he wielded with such practised ease washed over the cut on his leg, the pain ebbed away as the wound started to pull itself back together, the red disappearing as Marco worked his magic.
âThere.â He hummed and pulled away, Ace wide-eyed and gawking at his knee, no signs of injury.
âThanks,â Ace mumbled under his breath, amazed.
âWhat was that yoi?â
âThank you, Marco.â He repeated, louder, politer.
âYou are very welcome, Ace, you can go now but please, think about what Iâve said?â
Ace itched at his freckled cheek, unsure of how to progress with this conversation, he had a lot to think about thanks to the shipâs doctor, he needed time to process, to put his own thoughts in line. He needed to take a look at himself and allow himself to heal.
So here is the story of my huge new tat. A friend offered me a free tat. I was the first person he inked and I was like.. FREE plus I was helping out a friend.
He wasn't the best nor the worst. It was alright. Months later he asks me to come back in so he can 'fix' it and his boss says 'nope, can't be done, cover up needed!'
I told him I straight up I have NO money and he said THATS FINE I'M BORED AND HAVEN'T DONE ANIME IN AWHILE. (And he didn't want shabby work his apprentice did out in the wild)
So I went from guinea pig to boredom breaker. Yesterday I had my second session for cover up. (I need one more?)
The chest is very dark because he needed to cover up the old one. Also my skin took a beating (also have a skin condition around some places)
The purple on the left one is just my wife colouring him in and he's covered in bubbles and a bad pose. (That was the old one)
He needs other bits, colours and details but this is my PROGESS.
Between sessions its been like a month so will prob post him in another month completed.
You have been with the crew for a few months now and the commander has had the opportunity to observe you for a long time.
Your knowledge of medicine resulted in you being directed to his division.
After a visit to the ship's infirmary and the usual explanations, you worked all day.
That evening you were sitting on the deck looking up at the sky when you felt someone approaching from behind. It was your commander. He invited you to follow him into his office if you wanted to and you accepted almost immediately.
Once in the room, both tidy and messy, he showed you with his hand the sofa in his office, silently inviting you to sit down. You chatted about everything while he made tea.
You did most of the talking actually. You explained to him why you had decided to join the piracy life, your desire to discover the world and see something else than the island where you were born, grew up, studied and worked.
He had listened to you passionately, every word that came out of your mouth was being registered by your commander in front of you.
And this little ritual was quickly established between you two. Soon he didn't invite you anymore, it was natural that you went to his office in the evening to discuss with the blond.
He always wanted to know more. The phoenix was without knowing it falling in love with you. Since the beginning. His feelings for you were growing stronger every day
He loved everything about you. Your love for medicine, your kindness, your strength, the exchanges you had at work or during the relaxing moments on the bridge or in the dining room.
But he realized that what brightened his days even more was your smile
A bright, radiant and graceful smile. It was affectionate and bewitching. And your commander was seduced.
And he noticed that you smiled a lot with Ace. He was not jealous by any means. But he wanted to see that smile dress your lips more
He wanted to be the origin and the receiver.
So he looked for what Ace could do to make you laugh and Ace told him that it was just stupid jokes.
And as surprising as it may seem, Marco began to tell stupid jokes to see your smile.
The first time was magical for him who was used to seeing this smile directed at others. It was meant for him and nobody else. And he was the cause.
His heart was beating so fast that he could hardly breathe . So that's what a breathtaking smile is.
And every time he was rewarded with a frank smile that turned into a sincere laugh.
Marco quickly became addicted to this smile. It was the sunshine that lit up his day. But he also quickly ran out of jokes to tell. It is so natural that he turned to Ace so that he could tell him other jokes to be able to tell them to you in his turn.
You understood very quickly the little game of the commander, you had feelings for him, so you let it happen. If that could bring you closer together, so be it. The jokes weren't that funny in reality, but him telling them after learning them from Ace was so touching that you genuinely laughed.
Seeing him step out of his comfort zone for you had finally convinced you this man had to be yours.
Ace, Marco, Thatch, and Izou (separately) and what type of kisses they give
TW: honestly this is just pure fluff, thereâs like a hint of suggestiveness in Thatchâs, but thatâs it. Like Iâd rate this a T on AO3 and half of that is because Ace has NO CHILL when it comes to smooches.
Every single One Piece fan: I love you, you are a genius, and One piece is my favorite show/story. That being said if you touch a single hair on the head of (insert any character), who is my light, my baby boy/girl, my husband/wife. I will buy a plane ticket to Japan, and will personally throw hands with you.
i just realized i hadn't stopped by to request here yet đ” so, my great author friends, what do you think of drabbles or headcanons for Mihawk, Benn and Marco with their s/o escaping from their kisses after a slight argument, just to tease them ? hope you're all well, and thanks to the author who will take my request <3
@kaizokuwritings
Meli my beloved, please enjoy birb <3
fulfilled by @cyborg-franky
You and Marco had a slight disagreement, not anything big but it had left you annoyed.
Left you wanting to mess with the phoenix just a little.
You were staring out across the ocean, enjoying the late afternoon sea breeze against your face.
Hearing the familiar sound of sandals walking across wood you didnât acknowledge him, didnât even flinch when he stood behind you, hands on either side of you holding the railings as he whispered greetings into your ear.
You just gave a âhmpâ in response to him, hearing the chuckling vibrate against your ear.
âAre you still mad?â he asked, you ignored him.
You turned in his arms, leaning against the wood and peering up at the zoan.
Marco had a brow quirked, half-lidded eyes gazing into yours, the lopsided smirk bordering on cocky as you still refused to respond.
âIâm going to take that as a âyesâ yoi.â
He leaned down trying to kiss your forehead, you dodged the kiss, he tried to kiss your cheek, and you moved.
Marco tsked, trying once more, this time holding your face steady between his hands, going to press his lips against yours.
Just for you to duck, slipping out his hands and leaving him perplexed.
âIâm sorry, can I please have a kiss?â he asked, rolling his eyes, the amused smile never leaving as he watched you stand.
You watched Marco, hand on his hip as he tilted his head, waiting for your response.
âSorry enough youâll convince Thatch to make that bread I really like? With the one seeds and the thick crust?â
âIs that what you want, yoi?â
You nodded and he accepted, pulling you against him, leaning down and finally claiming his forgiveness kiss from you.
So in the last few chapters it was revealed that zoans have a will of their own and since then i can't stop thinking about Tori Tori trying to get little Marco's attention.
(This was originally written in French + English is my 4th language so if you see any mistake please let me know)
Enjoy my first headcanon
It started as a joke
Marco was so annoyed by it but didnât say anything
So the crew just continued
The first one was offered by Whitey Bay. She came back on the boat after a mission with a little pineapple wallet
She gave it to young Marco telling him that for some reason she found a family resemblance
Everyone laughed
Marco didnât really understood what she meant at first
He said nothing and took the wallet, itâs cute and he needed a wallet
Whitebeard sitting nearby was laughing his ass off âGurarararaâ. He gently scolded Whitey Bay and Marco flew away to land on his shoulder
Latter that day Marco understood,
He wasnât angry, itâs kind of funny
And it continued, like a new kind of tradition that has spread like wildfire
All the whitebeard pirates wanted to give him one
So every time they land on an island they do their best to find an original one to give him.
They see one they take it: plushies, glass, silver, gold, colorful, etc;
They sometimes even do them themselves when they're bored: sequin, fabric, cardboard, etc;
Marco always seems annoyed by them in public but he secretly loves them and stores them preciously in his room
Heâs always thinking about what the next one is going to look like
He remember when, where and who gave him each one of them
His favorite one was given to him by Oyaji himself for his 10th year birthday with the crew it's made of glass and was crafted specifically for him : a unique piece of art
What he likes about them it's that they were given to him randomly (except oyaji's one). they're not birthday or xmas gift
Theyâre just a joke that's been running for so long.
I saw some of your work and i loved them! so, if you're not busy i would love some roger sfw (if you are comfortable with it)
Thanksđ€
Hello thank you for the request (my first one oomg tysm) , sorry I took so much time and hope youâll like it đ
Gol D Roger x GN Reader â SFW
When Roger woke up this morning you weren't in the bed anymore. The man was a little disappointed since he loved the sight of your lovely body in the morning . A delicious way to start the day as he likes to say.
But not very important, he said to himself while stretching, you couldn't have been very far away after all since you had been at sea for two months now. He could therefore join you at any given moment and enjoy his time with you. But he still had to be left, he thought, thinking of a certain blond man who liked to interfere in his plans.
He leaves the bed stretching again while yawning and sweeping with his eyes the room. He was in search of his clothes that he had removed and thrown carelessly on the floor of his cabin last night. Roger smiles stupidly at the memory of the day before with you and why his clothes were on the floor.
He grabs his pants and boots and puts them on quickly, but he can't find his shirt. He tries to remember if he had not removed it yesterday on the bridge or something, but nothing. After another tour in the room, still not finding it he decided to catch another shirt in his trunk that he put on quickly before leaving.
The day was going to be very hot, the sun at its zenith was shining brightly. On the deck he met many members of his crew who were either busy or resting. He could hear the cries of the two youngest ones visibly playing or arguing, he couldn't tell because they were making the same racket whatever the activity was.
He finally spotted them, Shanks and Baggy were practicing sword fighting. He looked around for Rayleigh as he was the supervisor of their training but he was surprised to see you. From behind explaining to the boys their mistakes and giving advice, your crystalline laughter rang out and Roger smiled proud that you were his.
He decides to continue to observe you from afar without trying to interrupt this moment that he finds splendid. But very quickly while looking at your body he recognized his shirt. The one he had searched in vain in his cabin. His smile widens before ending in a hearty laugh. The sound of his voice reaches your ears, which makes you turn around.
Noticing that he was exposed, he walked towards you and took you in his arms, sticking your back to his chest. He comes to kiss you in the hollow of the neck taking advantage to smell your fragrance that he loves so much.
- âBeautiful shirtâ
- âThank you sweetheart, sorry for borrowing your clothes thoâ
- âDon't be. You look great in themâ he told you kissing you again, âYou're breathtakingâ
Hi there. I love the Marco and pineapple gifts hc. So cute and the idea makes me melt. He loves them ofc, we know the birb does. Anyway, I didn't know you took request, until I saw you write one. If I'm overstepping, pls ignore this, but could I please ask for somesfw with Izo, maybe how he takes care of his partner, when they're feeling down or is sick? Thank you đ
Hello đđŒ I enjoyed your ask and I was more than happy to write this for you I hope youâll like it tho
I also wrote a little scenario (one shot) so if you want to read it tell me and Iâll post it too âșïž
(This was originally written in French sorry if there is any mistake)
Izou x Sick Partenaire đ€
GN reader x sfw
590 words.
Youâre sick ? Hold on babe youâre not gonna be able to do anything by yourself for at least the next week.
This man is so caring that he will gladly become your personal nurse for as long as it takes to get you back on your feet again.
He will do absolutely everything for you, and you are not allowed to do anything but swallow the soup he makes you eat himself and your medicine
And you are not in a position to refuse anything or he will pout and say that you don't love him anymore and that he feels betrayed
You have a common cold and he knows it, but that doesn't stop him from forcing Marco to come twice a day to ensure that everything is fine and that your condition is not getting worse.
Marco is not very happy to have to follow Izou but he does it otherwise the man pouts and becomes a nuisance. The man will pout like a child, but knows damn well how to be bossy.
The phoenix wishes you good luck every time he leaves. He knows that his brother can become intrusive if he worries.
Because yes Izou is super worried about you. He isn't faking it. He's like that with everyone.
Very protective of the people he loves. He doesn't want anything bad to happen to them.
For a week, he will take care of you and make sure you don't lack anything.
He will take care of your meals, your medication, your hygiene and even your entertainment.
Izou will give you updates on what is happening on the ship while you are away. He will read the newspaper to you so that you can be aware of everything. He'll tell you stories you've heard a dozen times before. He will talk, a lot.
If you have a fever, he is ready to lower your temperature with a cloth and cold water. And if it is necessary to call Marco for a visit in addition to the two by default he does it. Even if it means getting the phoenix out of his room past midnight.
Will ask you how you are doing at least four times an hour. If not to ask you how you are, he will check on you to see if you need anything. Offer you something to eat or drink. And if you don't really want anything, he'll ask you if you're really sure you're alright, taking out the thermometer he stole from Marco to take your temperature. Because according to him, if you don't want anything, it means that you are not fine.
When Marco told him that you were better, that the medication had been effective and that therefore you were able to get out of bed, Izou was skeptical.
You were his reason of being and he wanted to be sure that you were in perfect health before deciding anything.
You had to convince him for more than ten minutes that it was okay, you were not sick anymore and yet you could see that he was not happy. « It's raining outside and I don't want you to get sick again. »
You finally reach a compromise, you stay in the room for today but tomorrow it was over
He finally agrees and you spend the day in each other's arms cuddling under the warm silk sheets. The sound of the rain falling outside soothing you, you end up sleeping against each other.
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