Historias de Marcace

ces perssonages appartiennent a Eichiro Oda et son oeuvre One pièce . d'ailleurs je vous conseille a aller le regarder 😉 Danc ce monde , a ses 18 ans ,chaque personnes reçoit une couleur ,celle de son âme soeur. Il n'y a qu'une seule lois. Il est interdit d'avoir une relation avec une personnes qui n'est pas de ta couleur. Pourtant , il semblerait que certaines personnes soient prêtes a prendre ce risque , quitte a jouer avec le feu, et a y laisser des plumes...

So after watching 'Weather Gone Viral' on the weather channel on Christmas with my people, I thought, 'Maybe I should write weather drabbles on my otp'. Story includes LawLu, ZoSan, and MarcAce. Will be taking requests.

Marco discovers that his friend Ace is hiding something. Without knowing the nature of this secret, the Phoenix decides to investigate, at the risk of falling on the other side. And surprise seizes him when he discovers the hidden side of the card.

During a charity gala attended by pirates of all ranks, Marco, urged on by his family, asks Ace for a waltz, also urged on by his family. How will this dance end? Will they confess their greatest secret to each other: Love.

Stuck on this island, waiting for this to end. The ocean in front of us, against our ears. The sea captured in a shell. A conflict, two little crabs lost on the beach. "You shouldn't love me." ~~~ One Shot Translation of my story "Entends-tu l'océan ?" I'm french ;)

Ace sets off on a simple mission : to protect an island under Whitebeard's flag. Nothing he hasn't done a hundred times before. But this time, silence falls. Days pass without news. Marco goes looking for him. There are battles that leave deeper scars than wounds. Moments when the line between protecting and destroying becomes blurred. And sometimes, the hardest part isn't surviving the flames. It's knowing who will remain when they subside.

For several days now, Ace has been carrying an invisible weight. Every breath feels heavy, every moment of calm fragile. He sleeps poorly, avoids smiles, withdraws from moments that should be light, as if an oppressive pressure were clinging to his chest. Marco is there, silent and attentive, offering presence and patience, yet nothing seems enough to soothe the storm inside him. Between measured gestures, knowing glances, and shared silences, Ace moves forward blindly, just trying to stay afloat, to breathe, and to feel like he belongs... even when everything seems against him. (translation of my fic "lonely day", original language : french)

Ace has only recently become a commander on the Moby Dick, but despite the affection of the second division, he still hasn't found his place. Amidst absurd morning rituals, impromptu strolls, and the little gestures of everyday life, Marco watches in silence. A few words, a glance, and simple actions are sometimes enough to reveal what it truly means to "feel at home." English translation of "Where We Belong" (french) (by me)

On a Halloween night, in a bar, a conversation turns into an argument, then into a flight. One phrase too many, a memory resurfaced, and everything spirals out of control. Ace runs. Marco follows. Soon, they are drawn into a night that seems never-ending. Between anger, fear, and the sea roaring beneath their feet, they suddenly find themselves trapped in the bowels of the earth. Down there, the air is thin, the light dying... ...and so are their certainties. In the darkness, there are only their voices, their anxieties, and the fragile tension that keeps them upright. The water rises. The light fades. And in this shadowy trap, something inside them begins, finally, to clear. No ghosts here. Only the sea, guilt, and the visceral need not to sink alone. (This is the English version of Breathless Fall (original language: French))