#op_marco

Donquixote Doflamingo:

Of course he knew. He’d even walk straight up to you and confess, already expecting the answer.

Marco the Phoenix:

Wow... He knows now and that gives him a lot more confidence. He won’t approach you right away but he makes sure to confess soon.

Red Hair Shanks:

He’s so happy and he’d probably burst out from where he heard you and immediately confess, clinging onto you and teasing you.

Sir Crocodile:

Well, this is an interesting development. He invites you to his room for a drink and doesn’t bring up how he heard you.

Trafalgar Law:

Chief of Staff Sabo:

Sleepovers are common between the two of you. Every weekend you’ll be at either your house or his with a movie night planned and matching pajamas.

Dracule Mihawk:

He can be pretty busy so he makes sure to meet up with you at least once a week to catch up. Usually, over some coffee at the coffeeshop you both go to.

Marco the Phoenix:

After rough days, the two of you tend to drive around with no particular destination in mind. Just being together cheers up whoever is down.

Portgas D. Ace:

He likes going to the beach with you. Despite not knowing how to swim, he likes naps on the sand and you’re teaching him so it’s fine.

Red Hair Shanks:

Like Mihawk, Shanks can get pretty busy so weekend nights are usually at the bar. Both of you will be messing around with some tasty drinks in between (alcoholic or non-alcoholic).

Trafalgar Law:

Donquixote Doflamingo: It was about time that he went to visit his real family. He had left his lover and his newborn child on an island where they could grow up happy and safe. It also hid them from the enemies he accumulated within the last 5 years.

Using his devil fruit, he sailed through the air and navigated his way across the sea, just from memory. The closer he got to the island, the more he found that his heart was racing. After so long, he’d finally see his love and his child. 

Once he landed on the sand of the shore, the smell of soot and fire hit his nostrils and his veins went cold. He followed the path and tried to keep himself from running. He made it over the hill and he faltered in his step. He stopped when he caught sight of the city below him. 

Buildings were knocked down and wooden frames were charred, some even still burning. Some flames were still flickering to life around the ruins and Doflamingo could see the charred bodies of the people that occupied the town. As he stepped through, he could see weapons strewn about and he found himself running. He’s seen death, he’s caused it, he’s destroyed islands and people’s lives before… The closer he got to the house where he left his lover and child, the more his heart race. They weren’t untouched from the destruction. 

He stood in front of the ruined charred house. He didn’t realize he was panting until he stood in front of the rubble. Before he could stop himself, his voice escaped him in such a way that he would have winced at his own weakness if it had been any other situation.

“(Y/N)!” He stepped over the broken wood planks and concrete that fell from the walls, eyes frantic behind his sunglasses as he tried to spot any sign of life. His veins went cold at the sight of tussled (H/C) strands under pieces of debris and broken pieces of wall. 

Frantically, he used his strings and raised the debris, only to fling it far from the area. He crouched down next to their body and lifted them, his arms trembling a bit. They were too pale and too motionless. He moved his hands to grasp their shoulders and shake them. They didn’t move or even let out a breath. 

Their body was covered in bruises and cuts, a lot of the injuries being defensive wounds that Doflamingo had seen before. Their hair was matted and singed while their (E/C) eyes stared lifelessly. When they continued to not answer or react, he placed them back down on the ground, a vein throbbing in his forehead as he tried to keep his shudders down.

He stood up and looked through the debris until he spotted a small hand. He felt his legs carry him, even though his knees could collapse at any moment. Doflamingo grabbed the piece of rubble and threw it off, immediately falling to his knees at seeing the small victim.

A small girl, barely the age of 5 years old, lay motionless there. Her long blonde hair was covered in soot and singed at the ends. Her body covered in injuries, making the older man unsure of whether it was from the destruction of the building or from a personal attack, fury going through his veins at the thought.

He cradled the young girl in his arms as his figure couldn’t stop trembling. He should have taken a precaution. He should have paid attention to that threat. The only love he’d ever had was dead a few feet away from his dead child.

He gently placed the young girl down and sat down next to her body. He looked though the inside of his jacket and took out the Den Den Mushi. His gaze never left the bodies of his small family. He barely registered when a voice answered on the other end but he finally responded. 

“Diamante. Make sure someone comes to this island and picks up (Y/N). Bring her and (Y/D/N) back. I have something to deal with.” Diamante started talking but Doflamingo just hung up and put the Den Den Mushi away. Blood was pumping to his ears and behind his sunglasses, all he saw was red. 

He took one final look at his daughter and his only love. He would prove to whoever did this that they messed with the wrong man and that they would regret ever threatening a family that he didn’t even have a chance of being there for. 

Black Leg Sanji: After all the chaos and danger, Sanji decided that a little break with his lover and children was greatly needed. He wanted to keep them safe from the life he lived and the people he came from. The wellbeing of his family, the one he made and the one that loved him, was on the top of his list. He could barely contain the jitters going up and down his body when he leaned against the railing and Nami called out how close they were.

His eyes closed, the faint ache in his body soothing slightly at the memory playing behind his eyelids. The small arms around his neck tightened their hold as he listened to the soft sobs coming from his little 3 year old boy. His (H/C) strands tickled against the older man’s cheek as the small boy continued to cry. Giving one final squeeze and a gentle kiss against his forehead, Sanji handed him over to his love. He then knelt down and looked at the teary (E/C) eyes of his 5 year old princess, an almost uncanny resemblance of his mother. She could only hold her composure for so long, rushing forward to give him one final hug. He whispered some soothing words before stroking her hair back and slowly standing up, finally meeting his love’s eyes.

He remembered how their (E/C) eyes wavered and tears filled them but the gentle smile on their face never left their lips. Careful of (Y/S/N), he rested his palm against their cheek and pressed a gentle kiss on their lips, whispering a promise of returning to them. As the ship sailed off, he didn’t stop waving at the island, even as it disappeared from view.

His eyes slid open as the ship came to a stop and a bright smile lifted his lips. He hardly waited for the rest of the crew as he jumped off the railing and followed the path up to the city. His walking turned to jogging that then turned into a sprint. The edges of his vision were blurred as he focused in on the path ahead of him. He heard the call of his name from behind him but he ignored it, every step that much closer to his family. 

His running slowed down to a complete stop when he finally caught sight of the town. His eyes wide and his mouth falling open at the sight of collapsed bodies covering the streets. The once bustling streets of this town were so quiet that he could hear his breathing start to pick up. The smell of iron filled his nose and it took all his restraint to not throw up. He crouched down to the closest person and shook their shoulder gently.

“Hey! Hey! What happened here?!” There was no response from the cold person laying in front of him and he stood up, feeling his legs start to shake. “Anyone! Is anyone out there?! Answer!” His voice echoed and bounced against the buildings and his heavy breathing turned to hyperventilating. The crew seemed to have caught up since their calling of his name got louder. Suddenly, ringing overcame his hearing as he started sprinting to the one area, that he hoped and prayed to whatever god or gods out there, was untouched from this massacre. 

The door on the building was knocked off its hinges and, as he took his final step onto the top of the stairs, he saw a path of blood leading from the door inside. With shaking legs, he willed himself forward and swallowed the lump in his throat. He entered the kitchen and he nearly collapsed at seeing that the blood path lead to the back of the counters. He stumbled his way over and clutched onto the counter to stop himself from falling over as he choked out a sob. His love laid there with bruises lining up their arms and a fatal wound on their chest. Before he could fully comprehend what he had witnessed, his legs were following another path made up of blood droplets. He leaned against the wall, his own breath choking him and his vision blurring.

“(Y/D/N)…. (Y/S/N)…. Please… Please….” His own whispers were way too loud for his ears as he made his way to the room down the hall. He could barely register the gasps that came from the entrance as he pushed the half-cracked open door. A sob left his lips as he saw his daughter and son in the middle of the room. He rushed over and fell to his knees, hands shaking above the motionless bodies. His daughter was covered in cuts and bruises, hair matted with blood and tangles. But, in her arms, her brother laid. The small boy was in a tight grasp of his sister’s protective arms and Sanji could see the bruises that littered the boy’s face from what peaked out. 

Tears fell onto the siblings and shaking arms lifted them out of the blood pool that they laid. Holding them tight to his chest, sobs and pleads of their names came tumbling out of his lips. 

The rest of the crew stood in silence as they heard the sobs and screams come from the room down the hall, confirming their suspicions. Tears fell from most of their eyes and a silent vow of vengeance for their broken cook was planted in each and every single one of them. 

Eustass Kid: He tried to hide how eager he was but it was all in vain. He never thought he would have wanted a family but there he was. A father. He hadn’t married his lover, promising them that they would eventually after he took down one of the emperora. Having a child with his lover made him go on edge and decide it would be best for all involved to leave the two of them behind as to not distract from the mission. That’s what he told himself anyway.

He could still remember the way his 4 month old son rested in the crook of his arm and looked up at him with half lidded (E/C) eyes and small chubby hands reaching up to touch his face. His tuft of red hair fell over his eyes and a yawn left his lips as he slowly fell asleep, Kid watching his movements. It took longer than he’d like to admit to finally hand (Y/S/N) back to his lover.

Now held in his other parent’s arms, Kid ran his human fingers through the soft strands, looking down at the child just like his partner was.

“I’ll come back.” He murmured.

“I know. We’ll be here.” He looked up at his partner who was smiling at him but the way their eyes crinkled showed how they were willing the tears away. How he got someone that was the opposite of his personality was beyond him, especially having a child with them. But leaving them behind would be best. He grunted and gave them a final kiss before setting off, his pride stopping him from looking back.

Now as the ship neared the coast, he felt nerves up and down his blood stream. It has been only a couple months but he felt his fingers jitter at the thought of seeing his little squirt and his partner. His son would be turning a year soon and he was able to make it.

When they landed, however, Killer was the first to notice something was amiss. With a hand on his weapon, he looked at his captain as the first scent of iron filled the rest of the members’ noses.

“Boss.” Kid gritted his teeth and his fist clenched, clanking against the metal.

“Split up. Find (Y/N) and (Y/S/N).” The crew stayed silent as they followed orders. Kid went up to the town, the familiar smell of blood getting stronger with each step. He went to the town that was falling apart and where dead bodies lay across every surface. Men, women, children, and even animals were not spared from the massacre. Kid’s familiar with death, he causes it and he makes sure no one survived. For a fleeting moment, he hoped that the people that did this weren’t as thorough as he. 

He heard the crackle of the Den Den Mushi and the sound of Wire’s voice came through. He reached into his jacket and pulled the snail out, making Wire’s voice clearer.

“Captain, we found them. To the East of the village.” Kid tucked the snail back in his coat and he went to the East side of the village. He didn’t realize he was jogging until he saw his crew mates. Heat had seen him first and rushed to meet his captain as he made his way over.

“Master Kid. I think it’s best if you don’t see them.” The captain grit his teeth and walked past the blue haired man. He could see Killer and Heat duck their head away from their captain as he edged closer.

The red haired captain thought he had seen death, thought that nothing could be able to phase him anymore, thought that he was prepared with whatever he was about to face. He had never felt such weakness hit his legs until the moment he saw (Y/N) and his son. There they laid, their skin covered in bruises and their clothes tattered and burned. Kid could see the defensive marks all over their body and how hard they must have fought just to protect the small child in their arms. His son was pressed between the arms and chest of his lover, tear stains on his cheeks still prominent. 

His crew could see how his fists clenched and shook. They saw how some metal started floating but the shaking of his body and said metal pieces told them that he wasn’t going to get out of control. Not right now at least. They gave him time to grieve as he knelt down next to his small family. He would grieve now... but his wrath would fall upon the people who did this. Even if it was the last thing he would do.

Marco the Phoenix: After the war, he needed to see his family. He already lost too many members of it and he just wanted to see his love and his beautiful twin girls. The remaining crew members were ecstatic in seeing the other members of their family and agreed that a break from such a traumatic time in their lives was needed.

The ship got closer and closer to the island and Marco felt an odd feeling in his abdomen. He dismissed it as excitement but, as the island appeared over the horizon, he felt more of a need to throw up. At the shore, there were ships that were wrecked and ripped apart. Some parts of the ships were scattered across the sand and even the trees from afar were charred.

“Oh no...” He heard Izo say from next to him.

‘It’s nothing... Just an accident possibly...’ He thought to himself, trying to convince himself. Even with his false hopes, he jumped off the ship once they landed on the shore. Without waiting for the others, he rushed to the main city on the island. He felt his heart sink into his stomach when he ran past the Whitebeard Pirates that was tattered with bullet holes and burned. 

A million thoughts ran through his head. He thought his family could be safe on an island where his crew would be in charge of. After the war, some pirates must have seen it as a chance to attack. He was panting heavily once he got to the entrance and he could feel his usually warm body go cold. 

Signs of a battle were all over the town. Soldiers and pirates were fallen and the city was in ruins, some flames still simmering. It must have been recent, he deduced, not even two weeks. He swallowed the lump in his throat and sprinted again. His vision was blurring as the town was way too quiet and there was no sign of life. He finally stopped in front of the house the crew had helped build for his lover and kids, panting heavily and his eyes tried to hold back the stinging. 

He rushed through the doorway, where the door was kicked down, and looked around. His breath hitched as he got to the kitchen and saw a trail of blood. Tears filled his eyes and he slowly took a few steps forward.

His lover was sat against the wall, bruises covering their arms and in the most unhealthy state he had ever seen them in. On their lap, was his twin girls, small duplicates of his love. (Y/1/T/N) had her eyes closed with a makeshift bandage wrapped around her head. She was leaning against her parent with a small stream of blood coming out of her mouth and the bandage soaked with blood. He could see that in her hand, she was holding her sister’s hand. (Y/2/T/N) was leaning against her parent, blood soaking through her shirt and a makeshift bandage peaked out from underneath. 

Marco fell to his knees in front of the three of them, hands shaking and tears falling endlessly from his eyes. How could the world be so cruel? Hadn’t he lost enough? His family didn’t deserve any of the torture they had to endure. He was frozen in place, vision blurring and his tears mixing with the blood on the ground. He could barely register what Haruta, Izo, Jozu, and the doctor they brought with them.

“(Y/N) must have passed from ignoring their own needs. The twins don’t look dehydrated or starved so (Y/N) must have taken care of them until their last moments.” The doctor whispered to the other three.

“So, the twins must have died first...” Haruta muttered, tears falling down his eyes and trying not to hiccup. The doctor nodded solemnly.

“Their injuries were far too fatal. (Y/N) must have tried their hardest to keep them alive this long...” He murmured again as Marco crawled forward and hugged the three of them tightly. He let out a soft sob as the familiar warmth from them was vacant and they were limp in his arms. 

“Marco...” A shaky voice called out to him. “We’ll avenge them. We’ll avenge them all. You can count on-” Jozu was interrupted with Izo putting their hand on his arm.