Burn { Marco x Marine Ace }

Ocean eyes.

Ummm....hey- so 🧍🏽.... I've since graduated high school and I'm in collage now what's new????
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3rd pov

Night time rolled around the wind was a lot more chilly than usual meaning winter was just around the corner. Ace laid in his " bed " he wouldn't consider it his bed let alone his room but nonetheless he couldn't sleep. He lay awake steering at the ceiling contemplating what he should do next. He knew his grandfather was already on his way looking for him but unfortunately for him he has absolutely no patience for that.—- he slowly got up not wanting the creaking of the wood to wake the others up. Although he had his own room he wasn't about to risk knowing how thin the walls were.

The room was dimly lit, the only source of light being the moon that was shining through the window outside, he was wearing a plain white shirt that one of White beard crewmembers have given him. Well- white would be an understatement it was dirty and a faded khaki color, but I guess it could pass as white. He put on his boots and slowly made his way to the window. Looking around to make sure no one was around he opened it and jumped through. If he had to guess he was in the back of the ship close tot he captains quarters meaning the room next to him was White beards.

He had to move fast.

With hasty steps, he made his way to the front of the ship he scattered and looked around for some Platwood or just a plank of wood in general something he could use as some sort of water board. A few minutes passed on and to no avail He found nothing he had to give it to the crew. They were pretty good at cleaning and not leaving stuff behind so points to them.—- he ran his hand through his charcoal locks, I took him quite a minute to realize that he was missing his "marine cap. Something he had loved and valued very much. A gift from his godfather Garp.
A man he loved so deeply and admired.

He sighed, the air was chilly and soothing in an odd way, considering the circumstances he was in he felt—- oddly at peace. He laid down on the deck feeling the waves below crash on to the ship. Rocking him back and forward soothing him.

He looked up at the stars. The beautiful sea of darkness and light glimmering down on him and the full moon shining down on him as if giving him the spot light. He remembered the constellation and the story's history godfather would tell him about. The mighty Hercules and his Pegasus. Orion and his bow and of course Castor and Pollux the twins. He smiled this we to always reminded him of Luffy and Sabo. Those idiots how he missed them so much....

Ace felt his body relax and the world around him seemed to slowly face away into darkness. The last thing he saw before the darkness took him was a pair of ocean blue eyes.
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Marcos pov.

Tap tap tap tap.

Marco has always been a light sleeper so the fact that light footsteps woke him up wasn't a surprise to him. " Uggggggg what now? " he thought. He ran his hand through his face and rubbed his eyes before slowly pulling himself out of bed. Hopefully it wasn't any of the marines- nah- he thought they sunk the ship it would take days for them to get back on the water. Let alone send a message to Garp. He made his way to the deck and there alone laying on the floor was Ace. He waited a bit- not wanting to disturb whatever train of thought Ace had but after a few minutes he approached.

" oi? "

It wasn't a surprise to see that he had fallen asleep he noticed that Ace had a bit of a talent for falling asleep in the most uncomfortable position know to man. A lover of the ocean he could tell. Marco knew it was unlike him to just steer at someone as they slept but as hard as he tried he couldn't look away. Ace was truly as beautiful as his mother was describe.

" Helen of Troy "

His brothers exclaimed. And he couldn't help but to agree he slay thousands and fight wars for Ace.

He layered next to Ace watching as his chest raised and fall, it was comforting in a strange way. He reached over slowly, time seemed to just stop around him there was no noise but the waves and the wind. He brushed Ace's hair away from his face and slowly ran his thumb down his cheeks. He leaned closer he was so close that he could practically feel Aces breath of his breath.

He was shaken out of his thoughts when Ace scooted closer to him, snuggling his face in to his chest and wrapping his arms around his chest. It spooked him- thinking that he had perhaps woken up. But no- Ace was a deep sleeper. It took him a bit to come to his senses but Marco caught with himself. He might not ever get this opportunity again.....

He wrapped his arm around Ace blanketing him with his warmth. He knows this would come back to bite him in the ass when the sun rises but he didn't care. He was at peace, he could die and not care.
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3rd pov

When the crow woke up they went expecting this scene! Marco and Ace all huddled up in the middle of the ship.

" psss! Oi! Pops come look at this! "

Whispers one of the crew mates. Whitebeard could help but to smile. " leave them be. Quietly let's all go to eat breakfast. I'm sure they will join us shortly. " they nodded. As White beard walked away he mind was dragged back to simple days. Back when Rodgers would run away with Rouge and bring her along his adventures. Always wrapping her in his arms and holding her in his chest. He never let a soul touch her and live to tell the tail.

Oh how they reminded him of those two.
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