Marco The Phoenix One-shots

Doctor's orders

It was a pretty normal  day in the Moby Dick. The inhabitants of said ship were doing their daily chores and plans. Thatch was per usual in the kitchen making a monstrous feast for their latest feat, Ace was a nap while sunbathing in the little free time he managed to scrounge up and Whitebeard was getting his weekly checkup and verifying inventory report in order to put priorities once docked.

You, on the other hand, were busy cleaning the inside of the ship with a soft smile.  Cabin clean up was definitely better than cleaning up the deck. However, you had to give Thatch a helping with the ridiculous amount of dishes and cutlery left over from the breakfast and lunch was fast approaching so both of you needed to act fast before it got cluttered with more dishes and cranky, hungry pirates.

"Thatch, not that I want to complain but why doesn't everybody do their own dishes?" You asked as you thoroughly scraped, trashed and clean dishes with leftovers.

"And have them ruin my kitchen? I rather them eating from the floor!" Thatch responded with a grin and a chuckle while he was seasoning today's fish. "Besides: we're celebrating tonight. Marco is coming back from his Three Month trip tonight so this kitchen and those dishes have to be in top condition!"

You blushed at the mention of Marco. You adored the lazy, easy-going smile he sported whenever you went to clean his room and he just sticked around talking with you about mundane things like 'What book are you reading?' Or 'Did you see anything interesting in your travels?'. When you were done with chores he'd often give you company at night when the only one awake was the moon up above and you would talk about everything and anything or just stay in a comfortable silence until you decided you needed rest and retired for the night.

You sighed and you went back from your little world and kept doing dishes and scrape food off until you were done and excused yourself  in order to continue with the rest of the inner lodgings of the Moby Dick for the rest of the afternoon and taking advantage that everyone was gonna get called for lunch soon.

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Time passes fast when you busy. It was nighttime already and the 1st commander had barely arrived while he was getting harassed and asked left and right how the mission went, what did he manage to loot or he knew of treasure maps they could get ahold of in that exact moment. He just nodded to their questions but his mind was elsewhere. Where were you? The only reason he stayed up in the deck was because of you. Usually you'd be the first to greet him. But was met by an absent (Y/N) and Ace was nowhere to be found either. He decided to step away from the crowd (hiding for the time being while he search) and just when he was about to give up: he went to the kitchen. He stood In front of the door when he heard the grunts and muffles of Thatch and Ace along with the gentle whispers of your voice.

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"Marco is looking for your upstairs, y'know?" Said Thatch,"You can't keep denying yourself forever."  Ace said behind him, nodding as Thatch started to pour the poor frazzled little thing that was you a bit more of wine while you let out a sigh and downed the drink in one go.

"I can't'! He's my 1st commander! I'm in charge of his room and belongings. Nothing more, nothing less. Besides...what can guarantee he'd actually notice me? I mean: look at me! I can't fight, I don't have devil fruit powers and the only thing I can actually help with is cleaning..." you said with a dejected grin. Ace huffed and grabbed you by the scruff of the neck and started to guide you outside.

Marco gulped and quickly looked for a hiding spot. You really thought he didn't notice you? He frowned a bit. He watched how Ace dragged you out of the kitchen and into your room to give you a pep talk about how you were one of the few he trusted with his life regardless of how useless you thought you were. Marco hung around your door until he felt Ace leaving. He'd have to start thinking how to show you how appreciated you are. 'And maybe I can tell her how I really felt'.

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Hours passed and everybody started to pass out and get hauled or haul someone to bed. Tomorrow they were going to start docking to get supplies so they needed to be well rested. Little by little the deck started to empty itself until the last one there was you.
You were standing with a flowy (f/c)tunic dress that reached a little below your knees, a brown cloak for the cold wind, ballerina flats  and a glass of your favorite wine. You were reading astral star charts and trying to figure out how to read them against the railing of the ship. You were immersed into your chart studies until you saw a faint glow of blue rushing behind you and just when you were about to turn around: you were caged in by a strong build.

"You should be going to bed now-yoi" he whispered, looking at the big doe eyes of his favorite person on this vessel. You were speechless. His calm demeanor almost seemed possessive. Like a predatory bird looking at their next meal with intent. The normal calm and easy going eyes were slanted and focused on your pretty little face. Your eyes were a bit droopy from the lack of sleep, the bags under your eyes being a dead give away. The way you looked is like if you could jump out of your skin with another fright amused him. Since when were you this jumpy?

"I was checking the astral chart tonight. I couldn't possibly do it during the day" you stammered, hands on his chest as if trying to stop him from squishing you.  Not that you would complain, though. If you could have anything at the moment: it would be to indulge with your hands on every dip and curve he had to offer in his sculpted body.

"You haven't been taking care of yourself, (y/n).  As a Doctor I suggest you to take a day off and rest-yoi." He said as he casually placed your charts on a safe spot and gently placed his hands on your hips. Smoothing the creases of your dress and you resisting the urge to let out a shaky sigh as he did this action. He didn't know of the things he could do to you with only the slightest touch and the words coming out of his mouth made you melt. "I need to make sure every member of this crew is in  top shape. I can't risk you getting sick because of your negligence-yoi ."  He whispered softly as he pressed his hips on yours. Gently grinding onto you in this sultry dance that he suddenly started. Pulling you a little from the railing looking at you with fierce determination.

You mustered some courage to buck your hips on him slightly and he almost lost it. "What would your prescription be for this, Doctor?" You whispered playfully. That wine was starting to make its effect right now while The Phoenix man stared at you and continued to dance this secret Tango and gave you a smirk. One hand traveling to the nape of your neck until his fingers tilted her chin to his direction. His Mouth wanting to cover yours sweetly but first he'd had to make sure you wanted him the way he wanted you.

"Marco, please don't tease me." She whispered hotly. He was driving you insane the more he moved. "I-I won't be able to stop denying myself from what I really want. So please stop teasing me..." you begged and that was sweet nothings in his ear.

"Then stop denying yourself, (y/n). Let's give the heart what it wants, shall we?" He whispered before claiming her lips in a fiery kiss. His tongue skimming her bottom lip, asking for permission to invade her wet cavern and you gladly gave it to him.

You cling to his jacket as he gathers you in his arm, showing you every inch of his emotions through a kiss as your tongues dance wildly with each other and both of you were being ran ragged. Eventually you needed to come up for air and he simply looked at you for a few moments before giving your forehead a soft kiss and nuzzling your nose while you tried to stifle a yawn that was coming up your throat. He gave you a tender smile before gently nudging to walk inside. "You need to sleep, darling. You might collapse-yoi..." he whispered with concern as you yawned again letting yourself be guided by the Phoenix into his room. You didn't protest.

He gently slipped your  coat off and took off your shoes. After doing so with himself, he then motioned you to sleep on his bed and it was almost instantly that once you hit the pillow, it felt like every inch of strength you had to as going down the drain as he gently stroked your hair to sleep.

He chuckled and gave you a last peck on the cheek.

"I promise things will keep getting better. But for now get some rest-yoi."  And with that you slept next him with him stroking you and Marco cuddling up to you until he too felt into a comfortable sleep with you.