Ace/Marco •1•
(Through A Father's Eyes)
Whitebeard loved all his sons equally. That was a fact.
Marco though...Marco would always hold a special place in his heart.
Marco had been his first son. The first to accept him as 'Pops'. And his first mate. Besides that he knew how much his son suffered.
He knew Marco's story, it was one that could make even the most hardened of men cry. He only knew because Marco had told him when it had become to much to keep to himself.
Marco's mother had been a slave who died in childbirth. He never even knew her name, and for the first several years of his life had thought her name actually was 'that bitch' or 'that whore'.
Almost as soon as he was born he was thrown into the streets. Luckily someone had picked him up and at least raised him until he could walk on his own, but that's where the kindness ended, because as soon as Marco was able to walk the person took him back to where his mother had been inslaved.
He was made into a slave, to replace his mother's position, because none of them doubted who his mother was. He had been beaten, starved, and abused so much during those years. And then he presented his dynamic as an omega and everything got worse.
He met his biological father. Who happened to be the master of the manor. Marco only knew that he was his father because the man had said so. Besides they had looked too much alike to refute the claim.
Almost immediately after, Marco had been forcefully violated in a violent assault, and impregnated. He had been barely 15. And it had been by his own father.
Once the signs of pregnancy had started showing his father had taken him into the manor dungeon and had one of his personal assistants tie Marco from the ceiling and punch his abdomen until the baby was aborted.
A month after that incident Marco almost was assaulted again, but Marco had grabbed a nearby letter opener and jammed it into his father's neck.
Marco had fled. He had thought he had been free. Until the young blonde had been captured by the marines.
Marco had once again been made a slave, but that didn't last for long because news of his bounty, for killing his father, a civilian, had been sent out, the marines had started to torture him.
They even went so far as to force feed him a devil fruit, with the intentions of just throwing him into the water after they did and just finding the fruit the devil fruit would be reincarnated in. (It wouldn't have been far seeing as how devil fruits always reincarnate into the nearest fruit.)
But they had miscalculated and Marco had been able to shift into his Phoenix form and fly away, kicking and screaming the entire time.
Marco had lived on the run,never stopping or resting. Until Newgate had found him collapsed in an alley way and decided to help him. It had taken a long while of convincing but eventually Marco had become his son, and neither of them ever regretted it.
A year had passed when Whitebeard asked him about why he hadn't taken a mate with someone, the longing for a mate had been more than obvious in Marco's eyes, at least to Whitebeard it was.
He had cursed his son's fate when Marco told him about his Phoenix and the instincts that came with it. His son wouldn't be able to mate with anyone other than his soulmate.
Marco just couldn't catch a break.
He sighed lowly as to not attract his brats attention and turned his eyes toward his first son, to watch him as he milled around, doing his duties and helping his brothers.
'That boy..he loves this family practically as much as I do.'
He smirked when his first son turned around slightly as Ace, their newest family member, ran over and threw his arm over Marco's shoulder.
From their conversation, it wasn't spoken in loud tones or anything, Whitebeard could just hear them, he wasn't called the strongest man in the world for just his fighting strength, it seemed as if Ace was trying to get Marco to take a break. Who of course was refusing remarkably well.
But then Ace, in all his Alpha glory, turned fucking puppy eyes onto Marco. He burst out laughing. Sometimes it was hard to believe that brat was an alpha.
Ace turned towards Whitebeard and flashed a smile, just as most of sons did, before turning back to Marco, puppy eyes in full force as if he never stopped.
Marco just sighed, nodded, and let himself be dragged away.
He smiled. Marco looked back at Whitebeard, and the older man nodded to Marco slightly. His son worked hard enough. He deserved a break every once in a while.
As they disappeared back into the cabin Whitebeard looked out onto the ocean, thinking.
Maybe his son had one of the worst lives ever, and maybe he really couldn't seem catch a break, but hopefully that'll all change soon.
'Ace would be a good match for Marco.'
Now if only he could get the two together, then all would be right with the world.
He laughed again.
'Yes indeed.'
