#happy birthday Marco

[six-paths-of-jeanmarco]

Happy birthday to the boy who always saw the best in everyone, even when they couldn't see it themselves

[pancakey-haley]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARCOOOOOO

Enjoy the pineapple cake!!

[snowspot]

u and me 🐺🩸🐇❤️

( @creampepsi )

[anorlondo00]

finally got the black cat comfortable around you now he won’t stop yapping

[liliaceaae]

whitebeard pirate doodles and headcanons!!!

some misc headcanons bc I love them lots </3

Marco has terribly illegible doctor handwriting that only the nurses are able to read. It induces a headache to anyone else who attempts to read it

Haruta was the youngest/only child in his family of nobles who was allowed to do anything he wanted; except for his true dream- to play music. His family forbade it, so he ran away and joined the Whitebeard pirates as a musician

Blamenco is Haruta’s biggest fan and always stores random instruments in his cheek pockets for sudden performances

Thatch runs over to Ace to hand him a pot full of water when he starts getting angry because he knows it reaches boil faster in his hands

[verdemint]

Tanti auguri a te tanti auguri a valee

[alexa-fika]

Young Love (Marco x f!winged!reader)

A/N @quinloki 👉🏼👈🏼 I did it, I made it based on the prompt ‘Oh i’m in love’ I don’t think it turned out as well as I was expecting but I hope it can at least bring a small smile to your face. I wanted to do at least something for your birthday, kind of like a thank you for all the things you give us. This is really soft as it is when marco is on his teens; again I really hope you like it and here we gooo

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese

Dividers by @/drinkthesky and @/firefly-graphics

“Huh, Marco, where are you going?” Teach called, watching as his senior jumped off his post and walked into the forest that lined the clearing they were currently making guard at

“I’m taking my break,” He called, not waiting for the response of the former as he continued to walk deeper into the forest, sighing when he finally made it to another clearing ways away from where the current ceasefire was taking place.

He dropped to the ground with a slight huff, closing his eyes and crossing his arms as he thought of his small exchange with Roger’s first mate; his fists tightened as he remembered how easily the man had brushed him aside. Embarrassment filled him at the memory of his full-blown attack being stopped by a single finger. Perhaps if he hade-

His eyes shot open at the sound of leaves crunching and rustling behind him. He knew that thanks to the ceasefire, even if it was one of the enemy crew, he was in no danger. He glanced behind him to shoo them off, only to pause at the sight of the stranger.

Standing there, slightly hidden behind a tree, was not one of Roger’s men. In fact, it wasn’t even a pirate; rather, it was a young woman. By the looks of it, she appeared to be a native of the island they currently stood on.

Marco’s face flushed as the woman peeked her head out of the tree. A small arrangement of feathers decorating the back of her head, held together by a highly intricately designed headband. In her hand, she held a similar-designed bow. However, it was the wings that she showcased on her back that grabbed Marco’s full attention.

Marco scrambled to get up, letting out a small yowl as this caused him to fall head first into the ground, quickly picking himself up and trying to appear casual in front of the girl.

“H-Hi,” he cursed himself for stuttering as he tried to get his nerves under control.

“Are you a local?” He questioned

“I am, who are you?” She questioned

“I -I’m from the Whitebeard pirates. We stopped here for supplies but encountered some difficulties, so our stay has extended more than planned.”

“You’re a pirate?” She exclaimed

Marco was caught off guard as the girl jumped fully out of the tree, fluttering close to him.

“What is it like out there? Have you been to many islands? Do you travel in a big boat? How does it feel to travel? Do you have a big crew?” She hurriedly asked, curiosity shining in her eyes as she leaned closer to the young man, her hands forming fists as she lost herself more and more in her excitement

“Ah! I - Im sorry,” she spoke, taking a small step back.

“I got a little excited… I’ve never seen the outside world, so I guess I got excited to meet someone who has,” she muttered, slightly hiding herself with her wings in a bashful manner.

“It’s okay,” he assured her.

“I don’t really mind telling you about our travels; we have seen all kinds of islands.”

The two spent the rest of the night exchanging stories. Marco excitedly told her about the different seasoned islands scattered in the sea, even telling of an island lost in the old times and an island made entirely out of trees. The girl listened in awe at the dangerous adventures the man had taken part in and the numerous treasures he and his crew had managed to claim, laughing at the tales between him and his brothers, along with the Captain of the ship he referred to as pops.

In exchange, Dokucha told him all about the island. The small village she and the rest of the villagers resided in, being taken in by them when she was fairly young after her family had been wiped away by a hurricane that stroke the island as he comforted her. She told him of the colorful flora that littered the island, even showcasing some of it by tucking a blooming flower on his hair much to his delight. She told him of the equally extensive fauna; from big to small, the island was home to all kinds of creatures. It wasn’t until the sun began to peak that Marco took notice of the time as he shot to his feet.

“I have to go back to camp; the ceasefire will be ending soon,” he spoke, stopping as he spotted the disappointment on the girl’s face. He kneeled down close to her again as he grasped her hands, the previous flush returning to his face as he did

“I can come back tonight,” he promised.

“Really?” She questioned hope filling her face

“I will,will I see you here? I still have to tell you all about the Moby dick.”

“Yes! I will see you tonight, then!”

“Great!”

And so the two promised.

-

“Marco! I was worried you wouldn’t show up! She exclaimed as he spotted the small tuft of hair approaching the clearing with haste.

“I’m sorry, the fight went on longer than I thought it would tonight,” he explained.

“Are you okay? Were you hurt?” She questioned worriedly as she took in any possible injuries

He gushed internally as she worriedly assessed him, spinning around him to ensure nothing was amiss.

“My injuries heal,” he stated with pride as he stood confidently.

“Heal?”

“My devil fruit enables me to heal myself instantly.”

“Devil fruit?”

He paused, realizing that she must not have acome across the concept of devil fruits on the island; as he explained the concepts and power of devil fruits and how his own worked, he watched as her awed expression grew into an elated one as he offered to show her his full Zoan form.

She gasped as the man before her enveloped himself in cyan flames, covering her eyes at the bright flames in the otherwise lightless clearing. Once her sharp eyes adapted to the change in light, she lowered her arms, gasping as she took in the huge bird that stood before her; entranced, she approached him, extending her hand towards him and gasping; it wasn’t hot as she was expecting the flames to be, rather they were warm, they were inviting, they were

“Beautiful….” She uttered as she kneeled in front of him taking him in

The words she spoke would forever be engraved into Marco’s mind as the words that would change what was a small crush into a blooming love.

-

“Marco! You’re here; it’s strange seeing you during the day, isn’t eve-Marco?” Dokucha stopped her words as she took in Marco’s frantic state

“Marco, what’s wrong?”

“I-it’s over... the fight is over.”

“I don’t understand. Is that not wonderful news?”

“N- I mean, yes, don’t you know what that means, Dokucha?

“That the fight is over?”

“It means it won’t be long before we leave,” he sighed, defeated

“Oh,” she muttered

“I won’t see you again?” she questioned

Marco frowned, his own heart breaking as he heard the young woman’s heartbroken tone.

“Please come with me!” he pleaded, grasping her hands.

“Come.... with you?”

“You can have the adventure you wanted. You can see the Moby Dick and travel in it.”

“But what about my village?”

“Is there anything left for you here?” that silenced her; she knew that although he was right, despite her loving the village and its people and vice-versa, there was nothing more to gain if she were to stay here.

“Will your Captain be okay with this?”

“I won’t let him say no.”

She shook her head, letting out a disbelieving laugh.

“You didn’t think this through.”

“W-well, I have a beginning and end. I’m still figuring the in-between”

“You’re a dork”

“Is that a yes?”

She smiled, leaning in a quick, chaste kiss on the Phoenix’s cheek.

“Let’s go.” She grinned, opening her wings and promptly taking to the sky.

Marco looked entranced at the girl touching his cheek as he tried to take in what had just occurred.

“Are you going to stay down there?” She hollered

“Oh... so that’s what it is. I’m in love,” He spoke, a smile growing on his face as he heard her call out to him again.

“I’m coming”

What we thinking?

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[llumimoon]

A memory of Link’s very first soccer ball <3

[goetzeusismyotp]

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP.

He specifically searched for that pic on Schlottis insta.

I'm sobbing.

please.

[not-5-rats]

Imagine if one day Marco just never came home

One moment they were saying goodbye to the others, off again as they were every other day, off to who knows where, everyone's smiling, laughing, joking about them either coming back with gifts or not coming back at all...these words eventually became a nightmare to think about

Now obviously Marco ends up going away for ages quite often, weeks, sometimes a month or two, but when it's been almost half a year and they haven't heard a thing from their distant friend...alarm bells begin to ring. The worst part is even when it's clear somethings wrong, even when it's been a year since their last meeting...there is nothing Bodie nor Timmy can do...because not only is Marco missing, neither of them knew where the fuck they were before they were classed as missing. They could be anywhere...fucking anywhere

So they have no other choice than to accept that their old friend is gone, that they went out for one final adventure and that they were never returning home. They couldn't help, they couldn't search, they couldn't even fucking try to and they could never find closure. They would never know what became of their dear nomadic friend.

Timmy would wake up every morning, that tiny bubbling hope that maybe, just maybe, Marco would still be out there, that today was the day they'd finally come home. All day he'd try to keep his spirit up, going about as he usually would, though his hope would falter and flicker as time passed on and by the end of the day, as the darkest hours of night rolled around Timmy would remain awake, sat just outside his house, waiting, listening, for any sign of his friend, his family. He'd stay there till sleep forced his eyes shut, sometimes he fell out the tree and Bodie had to care for him the next day, lecture him about carefullness and watching where he slept. Speaking of Bodie, he'd feel helpless, he like Timmy would try and persevere, try not to jump to conclusions too quickly, Marco wasn't dead, there was no evidence thag they were dead...but there were no signs of life either. He accepted the likely truth much sooner than Timmy, he couldn't keep fooling himself, that would simply cause more pain than he was ready for...but he couldn't deny he too still had that spark. The tiniest glimmer of hope that maybe that rustle was them, the shake of the trees was them finally coming back...but it never was

They died...yet the other two are still there, hoping, waiting, for them to come back home

[lydiabellamy]

October 5

Happy birthday Marco the phoenix 💙

[six-paths-of-jeanmarco]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRECKLED ANGEL

[pascaled]

Happy birthday

Taylor Zakhar Perez

[fobnsfwdoodlesbackup]

Hiiiiiii! Today is my birthday!! 💖

I would like to ask for something this year, something silly goofy if you would like to participate, which is that I would love to see some drawings of cowtrick or cows in general UwU 🐮🐄💖

They do not need to be skilled, they can be cute or messy or anything you want! But I would love to see some art from y'all 💕

[quin-draws-smooching]

Drew Marco being pampered for his birthday.

Like... really pampered.

Hang in there pretty bird, I'm sure you can cum as many times as you are years old ^_^

[weregirl96]

Marco discovers that he really likes it when Ace wears jewelry. Really really likes it.

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga)

Relationship: Fushichou Marco | Phoenix Marco/Portgas D. Ace

Characters: Fushichou Marco | Phoenix Marco Portgas D. Ace

Additional Tags: Anal Sex Anal Fingering possessive Marco Body Worship Kinda im not sure how to tag this its almost 4k of just porn im not sorry Overstimulation

I wrote smut for Ace's birthday. Sorry not sorry.