#marco lives au

[natsuki208]

Jean and Marco’s drunk night at Marley. 🥃🌌

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Hey @marcobodtlives remember when you said you’d like to see me draw this scene? Well here ya are! 😁🫶

(I’ll let you come up with the dialogue yourselves)

[natsuki208]

I’ve been looking for this too! Had no idea it was still on here. 🥹🥹

DON’T CARE

[d-does-art]

Ace Lives Au part 5.

1 2 3 4

Disclaimer: I am not a writer, so everyone is gonna sound ooc. Sorry! Ace is so emotional because for him they just escaped the fire and Sabo just died. So he's a sad lil fella.

[humans-are-tasty]

[natsuki208]

I’m out of ideas for the time being, so I’ll just reblog these two handsome bois instead. 🐴❤️🌓

[chenziee]

OPKisstober: Staying In

Day 4 for OPKisstober: Marco/Ace

Blinking awake, Marco winced at the bright light coming through the small window in his private cabin on the Moby Dick. Man, he really overslept, didn’t he…?

“Fuck,” he groaned, rubbing at his eyes. Eyes that for some reason just refused to stay open.

Why was he so tired? Sure, he wasn’t the youngest anymore, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t handle the little bit of stress brought by Ace’s imprisonment, culminating with the war at Marineford, and the subsequent all-nighter taking care of everyone’s injuries— 

Okay, maybe it was no wonder he just passed out for god knows how many hours. He really didn’t want to move but he really didn’t have the luxury right now…

With a deep sigh, Marco pulled his blanket back, forcing himself to sit up.

“Mn.” 

Someone stirred next to him, and immediately, a pang of guilt ran through Marco. After all, if anyone deserved to sleep for a week right now, it was him.

“Go back to sleep,” Marco whispered as he reached out, gently running his fingers through Ace’s hair.

Ace hummed noncommittally before he rolled over and threw his arm over Marco’s lap, seemingly falling asleep again.

“Ace, please. I need to go check up on Pops and everyone’s injuries,” Marco muttered, nudging Ace to get him to let go.

With a groan, Ace’s grip only tightened. “Says who? No one came to get you, they can deal with it for once.”

Marco paused. He had to admit that Ace did have a point but—

As he tried to reason with himself, it became harder and harder with each passing second. His brain was foggy, his eyelids heavy, the bed so comfortable, and Ace so warm, so solid, so alive. Marco couldn’t fight it anymore.

Taking a deep breath, Marco finally gave up. He let himself fall back into his bed, settling in next to Ace as if that was where he was supposed to be.

Immediately, the young pirate shuffled closer, snuggling up to Marco as closely as he physically could, and Marco felt a wave of emotions overtake him. He was so close to losing him. So close to losing everything. If it wasn’t for Straw Hat and Trafalgar Law…

Wrapping his arms around Ace to pull him closer, Marco closed his eyes tightly, pressing a long kiss to Ace’s temple, pouring all his feelings into the simple touch. He was sure Ace was already asleep again… but he didn’t care. He would do it again and again, as long as he was allowed to do so.

He was close to losing him but he’d be damned if he let something like that happen again.

[ Masterpost | Series on AO3 | Ko-Fi ]

[suguruuuuu-chan]

I dreamt the entire Wano arc with the Shirohige pirates btw. Ace lived, and the focus was on their crew instead. I was recovering from fever and I'll never recreate the masterpiece again but I'm so glad 😭😭

[grimmcheems]

🗣Another Armin AU bc my boi can never win

This is just doodles of one (of my MANY) Armin AUs except it’s more of a Hisu & Armin AU.(not as a ship)

I literally have so many Armin AUs but this is the only one I have a cohesive plot for and I’ve been working on the first TWO CHAPTERS for the past yr.

🗣️I hate having so many ideas🗣️…anyways. This doesn’t right away show how it gets to this point but I thought it’d be fun to post with the lack of context.

Gawd I hate it when the exact idea I come up with for a fic doesn’t already exist so I have to write it myself except the last time I ever wrote anything was for a cringe MHA fic I thought I was eating with💀💀👩🏽‍🦯(don’t ask, but when I do finish the first couple chapters everyone will see it anyways bc I’m too lazy to create a whole diff account to have all my works on😔)

^(For partial context) Armin instills something in Erwin when he goads the captains into playing a game that’s most common in the gambling scene lmao. There WILL be slight Berumin but unrequited on Bert’s end (ik Reiner looks weird but it makes it funnier) YES MARCO LIVES😤. Armin himself will not be present for a good portion of the beginning of the story despite being there the whole time, confusing I know…….Historia and Armin are codependent bitches 🤝. And Jearmin💙🎀Connie is an unintentional Gossip Girl(mostly an instigator too but not on purpose).

Also there’s a rly big plot point I’m still not certain on but the pros and cons heavily influence how Levi will view Armin for some time during the story, I just don’t know which route to do yet bc each greatly affects another part of the story that’s dependent on the pros of the setting it takes place in.

🗣️Also he has long hair BECAUSE I SAID SO🗣️

[cyborg-franky]

Hey Franky, how are you?

I adore your style of writing. I confess that I'm not a big fan of Marco... Sorry, it's not really that I hate him, just that for me, he's a bit like a protective big brother

So, I'd like if possible (and if requests are open) a one shot or hc (it's up to you) on Marco who's kind of a brotherly figure for a reader who just got out of celestial dragon slavery and if you could add Ace and Sabo (more about Sabo) since he hates nobility, I would like to see how he would react (in a love context) or just how he would like to protect her or something

if you take for Sabo as the reader will become his girlfriend, it will be an nsfw towards the end

Thank you very much, and have a good day. Take care of yourself ☺

Thank you so much! and yeah I know Marco can be a choice bless him.

I don't write female reader and I'm not doing n.sfw atm so I hope you still enjoy this!

Platonic Marco Platonic Ace Sabo x GN Reader TW: Ex slave mentions. ACE LIVES AU

Marco

Thanks to Marco you didn’t have the searing brand for the rest of your life, you’d escaped before the awful thing had healed and marked enough on its own and you were forever grateful for the older man.

Marco tended to treat you like a younger sibling. Always sitting with you when you were alone, helping you get into the swing of things. Helping you make friends and fit in with the rest of the crew.

“Ready for your trip with Ace?” He asked as he sipped his drink and you shuffled the deck of cards, munching on a piece of pineapple, sharing Marco’s evening treat as you started to deal the cards. 

“Yeah, I think it’ll be nice.” You said with a nod, popping another piece of fruit into your mouth, seeing the lazy smile on his lips as he looked at you fondly.

“You both better not get in too much trouble yoi.” He warned, giving you a friendly nudge and you rolled your eyes.

“Would you say that to anyone else or am I special?” you asked and he just gave you a knowing smile.

“Alright! What are we playing kiddos?” Marco and you both looked up seeing Thatch come and join you both.

You enjoyed playing cards with them, you enjoyed how Marco had taken you under his wing. You had a feeling the normally laid-back zoan had told Ace he had to be on his best behavior.

Ace

The next day you were packed and waiting for Ace.

You had a feeling he was having a prolonged and last-minute goodbye with Marco. You leaned on the rails and sighed, staring at the bright blue sky, watching fluffy white clouds gently sail past, wishing you were already on the road to adventure. Excited by getting to ride on the striker with Ace.

“Sorry about that,” You turned and saw Ace, seeing the sheepish expression on his face as he itched his neck, his bag slung over his shoulder before he walked past you.

“Ready?” “Yeah!”

You had no idea this thing went as fast as it did, you gripped the sides for dear life as Ace let out a cackle of amusement at seeing your hands white knuckle. You couldn't even close your eyes, flying across the sea, bouncing over the waves.

“Acccceeeee!” 

“Relax! I got this, I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, don’t worry!” You leaned back and stared at his grinning face, how he winked at you.

He had been the one that found you escaping the Celestial Dragons, he’d brought you back to the ship, to Marco for help. 

Ace had been the one that stayed at your bedside while you healed, while you ate and got your strength back.

You'd tried to thank him over and over but he’d always simply said “What are big brothers for?” and ruffled your hair.

Sabo

Meeting Ace’s brother had been more than a surprise to you.

He was handsome, scars and all.

Maybe he dressed a little silly but it oddly suited him.

He’d introduced himself to you, holding your hand a little longer than was necessary for a handshake and it had made your heart race, beat faster in your chest as he spoke to you.

How you soaked up his voice, how you wanted to spend time with just Sabo. But you also didn’t want to get in the way of Ace and Sabo’s brotherly bonding time.

So when Sabo knocked on your door, the room you were staying in while you and Ace were here, you were a little shocked not to see the familiar freckled face.

“Where’s Ace?” You asked and cocked your head to one side, half expecting him to jump out.

“I thought it would be nice to get to know one another. If that's alright…” You tried not to nod your head so fast and give away just how cool you were about that.

Sitting on your bed, drinking cheap wine he’d brought out of wooden cups someone in the base had made themselves. It was simple, humble.

“Ace said you were an ex-slave..” The tone in his voice, the fire in his eyes when you nodded.

“I can’t wait till we burn their city to the ground, get revenge for everyone they messed with.” He balled his hands into fists. You watched as the anger washed over him, even if Ace wasn't his brother by blood you could tell they shared alot of views.

You placed your hand on his knee and offered him a small smile. “I’m okay now though,” “I’m glad, I’ve really enjoyed meeting you..”

Maybe it was the cheap wine, the dim lighting in the room, or just how much passion Sabo had running through his veins, his sense of justice but you were so utterly taken with him that you couldn't stop yourself leaning up and pressing your lips to his.

Marco and Ace were going to have alot to say to you and Sabo when they both found out you’d started a relationship…

[twpsyn-who]

Soulmate AU in which when you touch your soulmate you swap bodies. It needs to be skin on skin contact and is instant. The only way to get back in the previous body is to touch again, otherwise you're stuck like that.

No matter the body all psychological and physical damage stays with you. That means if you get hurt then swap bodies, you will still feel it despite no longer having the wounds. This is only the case of existing wounds prior to swapping ; if new wounds happen to the hurt body after the swap you won't feel them, but the person in the body when it happens will. A very complicated way of saying that you can't get away from pain by swapping bodies with your soulmate as it will follow you.

There's no known consequences to not changing bodies back once swapped, though some might get sick for a few days after swapping back if they waited a long period of time to change back (say over a month, even longer depending on individual)

Now this but, you know... JeanMarco. And of course they find out during their time in the 104th Training Corps, because there's no way their skin didn't touch at least once in +3 years of training and being as close as they are. It isn't until break when they're able to visit home that they learn what it truly means ; up until that point they used it to swap chores (is the only reason why Jean didn't try to kill Eren during their shared chores- because it was actually Marco all along). At that point they knew each other perfectly.

Of course the whole situation was a little bit awkward for both of them when returning. They probably would end up avoiding each other for a bit because teenager boys and stuff, all until someone finally got the guts to mention the tension and ask them what's wrong- which forces them to talk and stuff. Doesn't matter, this is not what I want to talk about.

But the beautiful battle of Trost and what if, hypothetical speaking of course, they touch skin after Jean gets another ODM? And they're so used with each other by now, they don't even notice until the mission is nearly done anyway. And I don't know man, the idea of Jean dying while in Marco's body? Marco (in Jean's body) saying "I need to find Marco" once the mission is a success and research for his soulmate, just for him to not find him?? Not find him until 3 days later when some of them are assigned cleaning duty in Trost and he finds his own fucking body bitten in half???

The realization that it should've been Marco who died that day, but didn't because he was in Jean's body. The realization that not only his soulmate is dead, but he's stuck living his life. He's stuck living the life Jean can't because he died in Marco's place.

SEEING YOUR DEAD SOULMATE EVERYDAY WHEN YOU LOOK IN THE MIRROR. Poor Marco would most likely avoy any reflective surface for a very long time, unable to see Jean's face looking at him.

The guilt of lying to everyone, because how does one even begin to explain what's going on? Him lying to Jean's mother to protect her from the harsh truth of the reality- that her son actually died and the one in front of her was a fake.

And the sad truth is that no one would notice because they've been doing it for months already. They knew how to act like each other to perfection. Even if Marco slipped at some point no one would question it because they got many traits from each other already.

[natsuki208]

I Wanted to be Beside You…

Before the Battle of Heaven and Earth commended, Marco and Jean have a bittersweet conversation while tending to their wounds.

(This is a re-upload of a fic I did on ao3 a year ago, to celebrate my 1000th post 🎉)

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The sky is full of smoke and ashes, the sun is not shining as brightly as before all of this, and the only sound that can be heard is the distant footsteps of the rumbling titans. Thank god that the remaining members of the Scout Legion and the Marleyan warriors manage to set sail with the Flying Boat and make their way towards Eren Jaeger's destination; but at the price of suffering through yet another gruesome battle.

Everyone aboard are still cooling off from the said battle: Armin is still in bed regenerating from the gunshot he received from Samuel, with Mikasa and Sasha checking up on him, Reiner, Annie and Pieck are also resting from fighting in their titan forms for a while, and Hange aiding Onyankopon with preperations as of keeping and eye on an injured Levi. As well as most of them mourning over recently losing the Marleyan general.

Meanwhile, at the rear of the ship, Jean Kirstein has been dealing with some long bandages. He's been helping to aid the wounds of his long time friend, Marco. He took a pretty big blow to his leg by one of the Yaegerists, but got extremely lucky that it is still mobile and he's able to walk. Jean is being as careful as he can be to wrap it up nicely.

Marco hisses a little at the pain in his shin.

"Stay still. It'll only get worse if you move." The tone in Jean's voice is both stern yet concern; clearly he's trying his best not to hurt Marco.

Jean manages to wrap the bandage just right. Once that was settled, Marco rests his head back on the bars of the ship. The freckled man was already torn up on losing an eye and arm four years prior, so it's a relief to him that he's able to keep his leg. Jean starts cleaning up the things he emptied out of the first-aid kit, then he quickly looks over to his friend tending to his wound.

He looks very distress - and it's probably not just from the agonizing pain in his leg. His expression shows he is drifting off into his own world, curling up his legs towards his chest, and the saddening frown that he's had for a long while can make anyone sad along with him. Jean remembers this impression, it's similar to how he behaved when they had that campfire in the forest with the Marleyan warriors, so he can instantly tell what's on his mind.

After packing away the kit, he stands up over Marco and looks down on his disheartened friend.

"Can I sit here along with you?"

Marco catches ear of the question, but simply nods without looking up. Jean sits down a few inches away from him.

Neither of them say anything at first, just to have a minute to themselves as the ocean breeze flows through their hair. If only the situation they are in were different so it would allow them to enjoy the limited peace. On that thought alone, Marco finally speaks.

"T-Thank you for doing this for me."

Jean turns his head around to face Marco. "Of course, we're comrades. Well... base on that fact anyone could've helped, but you're glad that I did, right?"

"Y-Yeah."

The silence returns again. Only breaking with a sigh from Marco's breath.

"You really have changed a lot, haven't you?"

"Hmm? What do you mean?" Jean asks, glancing over and feeling disappointed to not see him smiling.

"Years ago, you mentioned time and time again... that someone like you could never be strong enough to act selflessly in battle.

Just as Jean expected; although a little surprising. This isn't like anything he would ever bring up before, further evidence that there's something bothering him. Then again, he's still right. Jean gives a smile while continuing to look upon his friend; maybe even shifting a bit closer to him.

"I seem to recall a way-too responsible guy once telling me that I can be a great leader but not because I'm strong, but that I understand the weak. Because I'm like everyone else, scared out of my mind, it makes me trustworthy among my comrades. It took me so damn long to realize that, and I owe that guy a lot."

Marco freezes. To hear those exact words he said to him repeated by Jean himself, like they are printed at the front of his mind, he doesn't know what to feel. It reflects back to what such a naïve and desperate boy he used to be - God, how could he have been like this?

Jean rubs the back of his neck while still smiling. "What I'm trying to say is... you're really the most selfless guy I've ever known. So we should all be thankful to you, especially me."

That's the last straw. Marco pulls in his legs further, slightly lowering his head to bury it in them. But he stops himself, takes a big breath which Jean catches on. What could possibly be bothering him now?

"Jean..." Marco starts, letting go of his legs with his one hand. "Do you remember when I first joined the Scouts? And that I told you, Reiner and Armin that I'm doing this 'cause it's better to fight, to protect my comrades and do what's right for humanity?"

"Yes. Of course I do." Jean nods positively.

Marco pauses before continuing. "Well... the truth is... that wasn't my main reason to."

The tone in his voice is quavering, sounding like he could burst into tears any minute.

"The reason why I joined them... it's b-because I wanted to be beside you!"

Jean's expression shows complete shock. He can see the tears in Marco's eye and blush spreading right across his face; he knows that he's telling the truth. They stare at each other for a second before Marco turns away and looks down onto the floor - presumably to hide his ashamed face. Jean can feel himself getting all achy inside, not from the fact that Marco 'lied' to him, but that every selfless move that he did for him ever since they met make SO much more sense now.

Surely Marco was nice to every one of his friends, but he seemed always confused of why him out of all of them, and why he always seemed hesitant whenever he talked or helped out Mikasa. Even after all of that, why is Marco getting so upset about it? Does he regret choosing him over some old dream? No, that can't be it, and Jean has to figure out why.

"I-I'm so sorry, Jean." Marco sobs between sentences. "All this time... *sniff* you think that I'm the most thoughtful person in our world. But all I ever did were ways just to get closer to you 'cause of these stupid feelings."

Jean starts to get infuriated the more Marco spouts out nonsense words and untrue statements.

"You probably only see me as your comrade... or best friend... but I had to let you know. *sniff* After lying to you, almost killing Reiner myself, and allowing myself to fall in for Floch's so called justice... I don't deserve to be seen in the good light. Or even your friend."

"YES YOU DO!!"

Before he knew it, Jean is suddenly right in front of him, grabbing onto his shoulders with such anger in his eyes. Marco hasn't seen Jean like this in a long time with just between the two of them, leaving him scared of what can possibly be said.

"Why the hell would you think such a stupid thing?! You're nowhere near the slightest of a shitty person and you know it!"

There is a pause.

"B-But... I'd..."

"You said it yourself, doing it for me was only part of the reason you're a scout now. How about when you aided Armin with most of his plans? You worrying about Eren when he was in Liberio? You even showed compassion for Gabi and Falco this morning before we left! How can you be so blind to your own actions?!"

Another pause occurs. Giving Jean time to calm his voice.

"You may not think it, but you're still the same Marco that we all came to admire. Surely your world view has changed, but hell, so have all of ours ever since we came here. We still got a great battle ahead of us, and we'll all be needing each other to finish it. We need to bring peace back into this world... and all of us need you to help us... I need you."

Marco doesn't say anything yet, just allowing another tear to fall down his cheek. Jean lets go of his grip on Marco and almost stands up to give Marco his space. But he quickly notices a light giggle come out of his mouth, he turns his head up and sees Marco gleefully staring right back at him, his eye full of serenity.

"Th-Thank you, Jean. I needed to hear that." He says dryly - his throat is still raspy from his crying.

"Yeah." Jean replies with a smile back.

It fades once he starts thinking again. He may never get a chance like this with Marco again 'if' they fail their mission, so why leave things the way they are now? The least he can do is give Marco once last bit of hope. He looks straight at Marco and this time, gently places one hand on his shoulder.

"Marco..."

He hesitates. Leaving Marco mentally preparing himself when he admits that he only sees him as a close friend and comrade.

"I... I gave up on Mikasa years ago."

One line that sets Marco stunned. More so than Jean's reaction when he confessed. Jean's face blushing pure red, even looking away in embarrassment. Marco is both deep down happy and surprised, surprised to realize that Jean has been basically doing the same thing as him, hiding away his true feelings. But he is really relieved and happy that they both manage to say what they want to say, especially right before what could be their last fight against their enemy.

Both men glance at each other for a moment longer, but before one of them can speak, another voice calls for them from the distance. Commander Hange is waving up from an open window in the ship, sounding like they've been calling out to them throughout their entire conversation.

"HEY! I DON'T MEAN TO INTERRUPT, BUT WE NEED YOU TO GET OUR GEAR RUNNING! WE'RE APPROACHING OUR DESTINATION ANY MINUTE, GOT THAT?!"

"Yes Commander! We're on it!" Jean yells back at them.

Marco stands up carefully, using his one arm and Jean walks over to their equipment just beside them then both slowly make their way across the deck. Marco doesn't take his eyes off of Jean. He doesn't notice, but he gives him a small yet gentle smile at him, one that he hopes to give him over and over again once the war is finally over.

[currentlysleepingus]

The hearts that lost their ways on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/50146843/chapters/127254142#workskin

Let me me just tell y'all something. I WENT AND FOUND THE MOST BEAUTIFUL STORY ON THIS SITE, ONLY TO DISCOVER THAT THE AUTHOR UPDATED FOUR CHAPTERS IN TEN DAYS AND THEN WHEN IN HIATUS. FOR THOSE WHO DON'T KNOW. THIS STORY IS A ONE PIECE AU WHERE LAW SAVES ACE AT MARINE FORD AND THE WORLD IS NOW HUNTING HIM, FLAMINGO'S RAT ASS TOLD EVERYONE WHERE HE'S FROM, KID AND ACE ATE BOTH IN LOVE AND FIGHTING OVER HIM, HOWEVER ONLY ONE IS ACTIVELY SHOWING IT, AND IT HAS KILLAGUN. MY ISSUE IS HOW LOW THE HITS THE STORY HAS. I HAVE NEVER ENEN THOUGH OF THAT AU NOR HAVE I HEARD IT. The story's written in Indonesian, I had to use Google translate on every chapter and some word weren't translated to I guessed the meaning. I need y'all to read this so the author will update. IT HAS BEEN A YEAR I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED AND HAVE MORE PEOPLE TO RANT ABOUT THIS TO😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[meraki-yao]

An image of Taylor as Orpheus and brunette Nick as genderbent Eurydice from Hadestown just popped up in my head and I went "... Huh."

[rainingskyguy]

So Marineford,,,

Otherwise known as the arc that hates me, specifically

I'm confiscating Marco's stupid powers, why does he keep looking off into the distance broodily, and showing off his flight powers and doing??? nothing????

Whitebeard got stabbed, Oars jr. got bombed directly on the face, Luffy is still trying to reach his brother and Marco???? Is planning a photoshoot or something I swear??

Fucking Crocodile did more than him, he literally saved Ace and the man doesn't even WANT to be here, I'm losing it

Anyway, that's the reason I sat down and wrote 1k of a new story in under an hour.

My god, if nobody's gonna rescue Ace, then I guess I gotta.

[transingthoseformers]

I saw your transformers animorphs crossover and my brain went burr. I haven't thought about that series in years and the worldbuilding potential is just wow.

Animorphs is my damn Roman Empire™️, my favorite book is the megamorphs dinosaur one (who could have guessed) that or one of the books with Ax as the narrator because of the unique pov he gives us

The worldbuilding fascinated me so much as a kid, and it fits so well with transformers it's like a match made in heaven

[xamaxenta]

Rethinking special grade sorcerer Ace and his cursed lover Sabo and swapping it

Sabo being the sorcerer and Ace is the lover who died and became a special grade curse loyal and protective only to Sabo