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Marco x Reader Fluff Part 1

Author Note: Well my goodness. Did I get carried away. I love Marco and most of the time I can't pin-point exactly why, but the daddy vibe helps. Probably because he is a laid back goofball like me. Anyways, him (Spoiler) chilling on Sphinx Island post break up of the Whitebeard Pirates sent me on many an idea journey, so here is one. No NSFW this time, but I will right an added chapter for this story featuring that if it's what we want.

Anyways, let me know your thoughts, criticisms, requests, and if we want some NSFW with this and what we want. If we want other twists of Marco and his adventures to Sphinx Island and Wano, let me know below! Like, comment, follow. Thanks Friends!

Summary: I'm an OG Ace girl, so this focuses on a reader that was with Ace romantically and Marco was a good friend to her after his death. Two years after Ace's death, she falls for Marco. Includes reader finding out about Ace's death. Comforting by Whitebeard Pirates. Short description of year post- Ace's death. Reader going to Sphinx Island with Marco and developing feelings for him.

Warnings: Fluff, Talk about death of a romantic partner, falling for a friend of said loved one, falling for someone else post death of a partner, needy reader, angst, cuddling, spoilers of One Piece pre-wano, i don't own these characters

Falling for Marco the Phoenix

You watched a few ships of Whitebeard’s allies come into view from a distance. Fewer ships then they had left for the battle came into view from the deck of your ship. You were glad to see some of the crew and your allies were possibly going to make it back. You hoped for all, but you knew that was wishful thinking. You watched and waited as they approached the ship you were waiting on, one of Whitebeard’s fleet that had been kept away from the Paramount War, the Orca. You took a deep breath as the ships grew nearer.

You were a member of Whitebeard's crew. He had taken all but a handful of your crewmates to rescue Ace from his execution by the government. You and Ace were romantically involved, so Whitebeard forbid you from going. He made you stay behind, too worried you’d do something reckless and he’d lose his only daughter. He left you with a few others, who ensured you wouldn’t be able to sneak off and do something reckless. You made a few attempts after pops and Marco set off with the others. Ultimately, one of your fellow cremates helped remind you that you had a role in this war and it wasn’t saving Ace. You were a nurse going on to be a doctor, trained by Marco himself and would need to be there to help heal the injured when they returned.

As the ships began to pull up beside the Orca, you turned away and walked toward the far side of the ship where no ships approached. Too afraid to see who wasn’t aboard, you closed your eyes and deeply breathed in the salty air. Voices began to echo behind you, but you were lost in your thoughts and fears to make out their words. You stared at the sunset in the distance and focused on the sounds of the waves. The crew members who had stayed behind with you helped over those returning from your allied ships. You heard footsteps come up behind you and closed your eyes. Your jaw clenched and your breath caught in your throat.

“Y/N.” Marco said as he came to stand by the ship railing with you.

His body faced yours. He was covered in dirt and some dried blood. His brows were furrowed and a flat expression rested on his lips as he approached you. A breeze blew across the ship as you turned to look at him with your worry filled eyes. As his eyes met yours a soft smile grew across his lips.

“Glad to see you’re okay Marco.” You said as you gripped the rail tighter.

You looked over your shoulder to see your friends climbing aboard and your crewmates hugging. Marco looked on with you for a moment before he softly sighed and looked back out at the ocean before you. You hadn’t seen the tall build of Pops as you scanned the crowd.

“Where’s Pops?” You asked, turning your gaze back to Marco.

“Y/N.” Marco muttered as he grabbed the rail before him.

“What? Wait… Wh… Where’s Ace?” You asked as you noticed there was no one else climbing aboard your ship.

Macro took a deep breath and swallowed hard. You took a step towards him as his gaze slowly reverted from the ocean back to your prying eyes.

“Y/N.” Marco said as he adjusted his glasses.

Your face went white and your mouth fell open. You felt your knees begin to weaken. You gripped the rail tighter in one hand and reached for the hem of Marco’s shirt with the other. Your eyes started to water. Your fingers dug into the rail so tightly they bled.

“Pops gave his life to get us out… but… but Ace didn’t make it.” He said as his eyes began to water.

Marco leaped forward to catch you as you fell to your knees. Tears spilled down your cheeks prompting Macro to pull you deeper into his chest. His head rested on top of yours as a tear dripped down his cheek.

“Ace.” You whispered.

“Y/N. I’m so sorry. I wanted to be the one to tell you. I didn’t want you to see the paper first. We have him, we brought him back.” Marco responded.

“But Pops promised me…” You started to speak.

“I know Y/N. Now’s not the time for details, but Ace died protecting his brother. He made a choice. I’m sorry he’s not here to explain it himself.”

You buried your head in Marco’s tattooed chest and wailed. He held you and petted your hair. When you calmed down, he carried you to your bed and Izo, your best friend, laid down next to you. You grabbed Marco’s wrist as he tried to leave.

“Marco, don’t go.” You muttered through with tear filled eyes.

“I have some wounds I still need to patch up. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Izo will stay with you for now.” He replied with a half smile.

You rested your head on Izo’s chest and he played with your hair. He hummed to you softly until you fell asleep. You kept your eyes closed, but began to awake to the sounds of Marco and Izo talking. Your head still rested on Izo’s chest, while Marco stood at your bedside.

“She’s been asleep for hours. I haven’t peed. I didn’t want to wake her. She keeps mumbling about Ace.” Izo whispered to Marco.

“Ace? Marco? Izo?” You questioned with a half lidded gaze.

“Hey, Y/N. Are you hungry? Can I get you anything? Marco asked.

You shook your head and sat up from Izo’s chest. You sat up on your knees and put your hands in your lap. You looked around the room, but only Marco and Izo were there. Your eyebrows furrowed as you turned to face Marco.

“Sorry Izo. You should’ve woken me. Where’s Ace?”

Marco and Izo looked at one another for a moment. Izo nodded to him and got up from the bed. Izo began to exit the room, but stopped at the doorway. He looked back and smiled at you before leaving the room. He gently shut the door behind him as Marco sat down next to you on the side of the bed. He stared at his hands a moment then turned to face you. Marco placed a hand on yours and suddenly, the events of the day came back to you as Marco started to speak.

“Y/N. Ace didn’t make it.” He said.

“Oh, so that wasn’t just a nightmare.” You said as your eyes began to water.

Marco shook his head and pulled you to lay back down and rest across his chest. Flashbacks of memories with Ace ran through your mind and the tears kept pouring down your face. Marco just held you close and rubbed your back.

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Marco. Marco was the man who got you through your boyfriend's death. He was your division commander when you first joined the Whitebeard Pirates. He gave you your tour on your first day aboard. Frankly, you had a crush on him before you met Ace.

One year after you lost your boyfriend at Marineford, Marco had taken over the Whitebeard Pirates. How he managed to be the ship's doctor, interim captain, and constantly be there for you after you lost Ace, you could never figure out. Marco had stayed by your side every minute he could those first few weeks after Marineford. When he couldn't, he assigned Izo or someone else to be there for you. The first few nights after Ace, he slept next to you, every night, at your request of course, because you were afraid to be alone. He held you those nights, and petted your hair or rubbed your back. When you were comfortable being alone again, he gave you your space, but he regularly reminded you he was there if you needed him.

He even told you that if you had a bad night, you could simply come wake him or lay beside him in his bed if you needed it. Whatever you needed, Marco wanted to be there for you.

The first few months were full of bad nights, so you regularly went to his room and crawled in bed next to him. You rarely woke him, rather, you just wanted to lay beside him and remember you weren’t alone. On those nights, even if he did wake and notice you, he didn’t hold you. He’d just smile at you, readjust his position, and fall back asleep. You simply slept beside one another, with a small space between you. Though occasionally, your hand fell to rest upon his chest, he never held you like he had those first few weeks again.

4 months after Marineford you found yourself missing being held by Marco. You found yourself wishing he’d pull you into his embrace when you slept beside him. You still missed Ace dearly and were ashamed of your new thoughts about Marco, so you stopped going to his room. Marco never asked and you never told him why you stopped. Macro continued to check on you, but the check ins became less and less as Marco and the crew planned to go after Blackbeard.

One year after Marineford, Marco, you and the crew went to face off against Blackbeard. It didn’t end well. Most of you managed to return to the ship, but you were all in pretty bad shape. You and Marco worked diligently to patch everyone up, but many remained critical. You and Marco alternated shifts to best monitor your patients. For 3 days all you saw Marco for was a short shift report and half-lidded gaze. You worried about him knowing how moral on the ship was and how little sleep he was getting.

Once everyone was out of the worst of it, a few days after the battle with Blackbeard, Marco called a meeting in the dining hall. No one was sure what it would be about. Nerves ran high on board the ship that day leading up to the meeting. At the meeting Marco thanked everyone and announced the disbanding of the Whitebeard Pirates. He reminded the crew that together or apart you were a family, but Pops would want you all to follow your dreams. Without Pops, this pirate crew dream had faded.

You all drank and cried together that night. You and the crew discussed where and what you wanted to do next. Without any other family, you weren’t sure where you wanted to go or what you wanted to do. You’d loved being a pirate, but you liked the idea of somewhere quiet for a little while.That night Marco had left the gathering early to head to bed. You had stayed a while longer to drink, sob, and talk with your crew. As more people began to go off to bed, you stared over the railing at the sea and thought of Pops and Ace. Tears dripped down your face as memories replayed over and over in your head. This crew had been your one true family. You understood it was time to part, but you weren’t ready to give them all up at once. You wiped your cheeks, took a deep breath and headed towards Marco’s cabin.

Once you reached Marco’s cabin, you took a deep breath and knocked softly on his door. Marco was sound asleep when you entered. You quietly crawled into bed beside him, but the mattress squeaked as you did. Marco’s eyes began to open and he turned to look at you. He smiled when he saw you.

“Hey.” He said sleepily.

“Hey.” You whispered back with a smile.

As you laid down, you rested your head on the pillow near his head. He was laying flat on his back, staring at the ceiling. He slept shirtless, so his tattooed chest was on full display. You desperately wanted to tuck your body against his side and trace his tattoo with the tips of your fingers. You wanted to rest your head on his muscular pectorals and tuck your head under his chin. You wanted him to pet your hair or rub your back. As your mind raced with memories of previous nights laying beside Marco, his eyes glanced over at you. You hadn’t noticed. A smile spread across his face as you took a deep breath and tucked your hands under your cheek, trying to resist the urge to reach for him.

“You have a good night?” He asked.

“Yeah. It was fine.”

“We’re coming up on the one year mark… One year without Pops, without Ace.” Marco said as his gaze returned to the ceiling above him.

“Yeah.” You said softly as your eyes began to water.

“We’ll all just get ourselves killed if we stay together, Y/N. Crews break up. That’s how new ones form.” Marco flatly replied.

A tear streamed down your cheek and you just thought about his words. He continued to stare at the ceiling. You wiped your cheeks and sighed.

“How do you just go back to being alone after something like this, having a family like this?”

“I don’t know.” Marco responded with a sigh.

Marco looked over at you and wiped another tear from your cheek. He put an arm around you and pulled you into his chest. You rested a hand on his tattoo and nestled your head under his chin, a smile formed across your lips as you did. His hand rested on your waist and you just laid there in silence for a few moments.

“Where will you go, Marco?” You asked hesitantly as you looked up at him.

“I’m not sure yet. Pops had an island under his protection, I may go there and try to keep it safe for a while longer. What about you?”

You thought about his question as you mindlessly traced his tattoo with your finger. He ran his fingers through your hair. You stopped tracing his chest and lifted your head to look him in the eye.

“Marco. I want to go with you.”

“You want to go with me?” He questioned.

“Yeah, I want to help keep Pops island safe for as long as we can. A quiet life for a bit sounds nice, anyway.” You replied as you relaxed back into his embrace. “Is that not okay?” You asked hesitantly, as you pulled away from his chest.

“No it’s just, I didn’t think anyone would want to go with me. I was going to fly, but I can carry you I guess.”He shrugged his shoulders as he answered.

“Okay.” You replied.

You nestled back into his chest and closed your eyes. His hand returned to your waist and he closed his eyes again.

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The Whitebeard Pirates disbanded and you and Marco headed to Pop’s secret Island. Once on the island, you and Marco found a small village hidden away and surrounded by mountains. The two of you decided it was a nice place to stay while defending the village. Marco introduced himself to the townsfolk and offered his and your medical services to them, while also explaining he was there to protect the island. They were grateful and found the two of you a small two bedroom house to stay in. Marco had explained to them you weren’t a couple, but the house was all they had in terms of extra lodging. Marco, then discussed with them the idea of building another house for you, in case you decided to stay long term. The townsfolk were agreeable to this and the two of you got settled.

In the house Marco took the room on the first floor and you took the room on the second. You unpacked your things and went to one of the town folks' homes for dinner. The two of you returned to your house and Marco pulled out a bottle of sake. You sat together out on your front porch and stared out at the village. You toasted to your new chapter, but reminisced about the old. You talked about Pops and Ace. Marco finally told you about what happened at Marineford. You cried softly as you thought of Ace. You tried to go to bed alone that night, but found yourself knocking on Marco’s door. You slept beside him with your arm outstretched towards his. Your fingers nearly touched, but neither of you moved to make it so.

Marco and you kept busy by helping around the village. You helped teach the children about the world. He helped by giving medical exams to the townsfolk and their animals. You got into a routine, working all day, making dinner for the two of you or joining some of the villagers at night. You laughed and told stories. You danced and you sang together. At night, you’d always find yourself coming back down to sleep next to Marco. He usually pretended to be asleep, but he could never actually fall asleep until you were by his side. He or you always moved close enough that you were almost touching, but never were.

Everyday, you craved to be in his arms. Everyday, you told yourself you were going to ask him about it. Everyday you chickened out. You loved your life and your routine. After several weeks of being on this island, you began realizing what you loved most about your life, was sharing it with Marco. With this realization, you began noticing your attraction to Marco.

It started slowly with your noticing how cute his smile was one night. How plump his lips were when he thought hard about something. Then a few days later you couldn’t stop thinking about how he adjusted his glasses when he worked with a patient. At breakfast one morning, you couldn’t stop staring at him as he drank his coffee and read the newspaper. Entranced, by how intensely he gazed at what he was reading, but how delicately his lips wrapped around the rim of his coffee mug. You wondered what they felt like and how they would fit into yours. You found yourself wanting to be closer to him and missing him when he wasn’t with you. You’d find excuses to hand him things in the hopes of brushing your fingers against his.

One night, while Marco was off helping a villager, you took a shower. As the water poured down your back you thought of Marco. Butterflies danced in your stomach as you thought of another evening, sharing dinner with him, reflecting on your days together, and laughing with him. You began washing the conditioner out of your hair and hummed as you did. You thought about how you met Marco, then it hit you fully. You gasped and dropped your soap as you realized you had feelings for him.

You quickly finished cleaning up and got out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a towel, and you rushed to your room. You picked up your picture of Ace and sat down on your bed holding it in your lap. You smiled as you stared at it, tears forming in your eyes as you squeezed the picture in your hands tighter.. You raised your thumb to your lips and bit down as tears streamed down your cheeks. You had feelings for Marco. You felt like you were betraying Ace. Ace was your everything when he was alive. You missed him more than you could ever put into words, but he wasn’t here and Marco was. It had only been 2 years, but you couldn’t help but wonder if that was enough to mourn the great love of your life. Was it okay to be falling for one of his best friends? The guy who comforted you and was there for you when he was gone?

You were too lost in thought to hear Marco come home. He had called up to you and came up the steps when he hadn’t heard you call back. Your door was open, he saw you sitting on your bed lost in thought and he grew worried. He stood at your doorway and knocked on the door frame. You gasped, dropping the photo into your lap and griping the towel to your chest.

“Hey.” He said gently.

“Hey.” You replied as you wiped tears from your reddened cheeks.

He looked down at the picture in your lap and smiled. He moved to the end of the bed and sat down next to you. You turned to meet his gaze and stared at him blankly, your eyes still glistening with tears. He pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you. You wrapped your arms around him and sighed.

“I know, kid. I miss him too.”

He rubbed your back as you rested against him. Marco put his head on yours. You sat in silence just breathing and holding one another for a few minutes. Tear drops dripped down your cheeks. You pulled away first, your hands slid down to rest on his chest and your gaze shifted up to meet his. He smiled at you and you smiled back. Your smile weakened as you looked down at your hands on his chest with hesitation.

“Marc.. Marco, do you think… Do you.. Do you think Ace … do you think he would want me to find love again or pine for him forever? You asked with uncertainty.

Marco’s smile faded as he stared at you, his hold on you softening. You lifted your chin for your eyes to meet once again. He laughed softly.

“I’m sure Ace would have always jokingly told you to pine for him forever, but the Ace I knew wanted to be free and he wanted everyone he knew to be free too. That being said, I don’t think he’d mind if you fell in love again.” Marco replied.

He looked at you then looked away, turning to face the wall in front of him. He brought his hands to his lap and took a deep breath. Your heart sank as he pulled away from you. Your hands fell to your lap. You smiled at him, but it faded as he continued to stare in front of him.

“Thanks, Marco.” You responded as you looked at Ace’s picture one more time.

“Yeah, well sorry to interrupt, I was just worried about you. I’m headed to bed, goodnight.” Marco said barely making eye contact with you.

You tried to reach a hand to him, but he stood up abruptly and walked away before you could. You didn’t understand why he had been so cold at the end of your conversation. You appreciated his perspective though. Marco was right, Ace lived a life of no regrets and became a pirate to be freer than anyone else. He loved to help people discover who they truly were and what would bring them joy. Knowing that about Ace, you thought maybe he would be okay with you moving on. You took a deep breath and kissed his picture, setting it on your bedside table where you had removed it from. You put on your pajamas and crawled into bed. Tomorrow, tomorrow, you would tell Marco you had feelings for him. If he didn’t feel the same, you’d move on. By doing so, you’d have lived the way Ace would have wanted, with no regrets, and you would find a new way to live free. For the first time in a while, you slept apart from Marco to think.

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Your plan was to tell Marco the next day, but you found it hard to find him. You lived in the same house, but he was suddenly out in the early hours of the morning and not home until late at night. You missed him. You had tried to find him in the village, but he was always busy working, and didn’t have time for you. After three days of this, one of the villagers came to your door and informed you there was a house ready for you to move into. They told you one of the elders of the village was moving in with their children, so their house was soon to be vacant, and Marco had inquired about it for you. The villager had only come by to see if you wanted to see the house. The original plan was for you to only temporarily live with Marco. He and the villagers were going to build you a place or you’d wait for a vacancy, you just wanted time to decide if you were staying or going. You’d fallen in love with this village, but part of that love was living with Marco. Now, here was a villager telling you Marco was kicking you out.

You had to talk to Marco. You searched everywhere you could think of for him and couldn’t find him anywhere. The villagers had no thoughts on where he was either. You finally gave up and decided to wait at home for him. You grew tired of waiting for him late into the night and fell asleep. When you awoke, you went to his room, but found the door shut. You knocked, but he didn’t answer. You fell asleep on the couch in the main room, hoping to catch him in the morning, before he could sneak off again.

In the early hours of the morning, when it was still dark out, a banging was heard at the front door to your and Marco’s home. You awoke on the couch with a gasp. Marco’s door swung open and a shirtless Marco ran out of his room.

“Y/N, Marco! We need your help!” the voice of a villager yelled through the door.

Marco ran to the door and pulled it open. He ran a hand through his hair and panted as he looked upon the villager. You sat up on the couch and looked upon the two men in front of you. Butterflies swirled in your chest as finally, after days of not seeing him, Marco stood before you. Your mind raced as you looked to the villager. The villager’s eyebrows were furrowed and they looked scared. You tried to calm yourself by taking some deep breaths and turned your attention to what Marco and the villager were discussing.

“What is it? Is someone hurt?” Marco asked.

“Worse. Pirate flags spotted headed to the shore beyond our entrance.” The villager replied.

Marco’s jaw tightened as he gripped the door knob harder. You clenched the couch harder between your fingers and directed your gaze to Marco. You had both feared this would happen. That’s why he wanted to come here in the first place.

“Thanks. I’ll handle it. Make sure everyone stays indoors. They won’t make it to the village, I promise.” Marco said to the villager with a nod.

The villager nodded in agreement and ran off. Marco let go of the door handle and ran to his room. You stood up and headed to his doorway. Marco didn’t look at you as you stood there, instead he began rifling through his drawer for some clothes.

“Y/N stay here. Wait for my call, if things don’t work out, I’ll have you take the villagers out of town somewhere safe.” Marco instructed as he zipped up his pants and tossed on his button up shirt.

“Marco, I can help you, you know I can fight. Let me come.” You said taking a step towards him.

“What? You want to help dressed in that?” Marco replied, turning his head to look you up and down. “No, stay here, protect the village.” He said sternly.

You looked down at your outfit. You were in your pajamas, a spaghetti strap cropped tank top and shorts that cut high enough they didn’t cover your whole ass. You looked back at Marco. At least he had looked at you, it had been days since you had seen him last. Marco finished putting on his shoes, then stood up and headed towards you and the front door.

“Marco, I…” You began.

“Not now, Y/N. Just protect the village and listen for my call.” He said as he brushed his shoulder past yours and headed towards the door.

He looked past you as he exited. You watched as he ran out the door and transformed into his phoenix form and took off towards the beach. You ran out the front door after him.

“Marco… Be careful!” You yelled up at him.

Your eyes started to water as fear grew in your heart. Your breathing shallowed and you heart began to race. The events of losing Ace flashed through your mind. You wrapped your arms around yourself, closed your eyes, and tried to take deep breaths.

“Marco will be okay.” You whispered to yourself.

You exhaled and headed back towards your house. Your House sat primely at an angle where you could see people coming from the one entrance to the rocky enclosed village. You chose to wait there for Marco’s call or for signs of impending attack. Your position would give you time to awaken villagers and direct them to safety, while preparing for attack. Marco had promised they wouldn’t make it to the village and you believed him. You ran upstairs and changed. You changed into a sundress that you had once seen Marco light up, after seeing you come downstairs in. Surprisingly, it was breathable for fighting, but you knew Marco, he wasn’t going to let you do any fighting. He was going to keep the danger at bay. Your dress was white with blue flowers the color of his sash. It had spaghetti straps and the hemling cut at your mid-thigh. It was a bit low cut and it also had a cutout in the center of your chest to further accentuate your cleavage.

Yes, you were in a dangerous situation, but you believed in Marco. After he handled this, you knew you were finally going to get your chance to find out what was going on with him. You were finally going to tell him how you felt. You returned to the porch of your house and looked up at the dark clouded sky. Rain began to pour as you stared at the entrance of the village and held your transponder snail. Memories of you and Marco played through your head as you began to hear crashes of thunder and hear the blasting of canons. The sun began to rise, but the heavy clouds kept the world around you dark.

“What will I say to Marco..? He better be okay.” Was all you could think to yourself.

The storm raged on and you continued to wait on the front porch of your home. You thought of calling him, but didn’t want to interrupt. You thought of running down to aid him, but you knew you had to be the defense if he failed. You sat, hands gripping into your thighs as you waited. Your eyes began to water as more time passed, tears slowly dripping onto your hands. The thunder stopped, but the rain continued to fall. You looked at your reddened thighs and wiped your cheeks. A breeze blew by, causing your hair to fly into your face. You looked up to fix it, and saw something in the distance. Something flying above the rocky ledges that blocked all sides of the village. You stood up and ran off your porch into the rain. You raised a hand to block rain from getting your eyes and stared up at the flying image getting closer. You saw Blue flames whirl, it was like he was putting on a show for you and the village.

“Marco!” You yelled as a smile formed across your face from ear to ear.

Marco flew to hover over the main area of the village where citizens were peering out of their homes with worry. You stared over at him as the rain continued to fall down upon you.

“Coast is clear, guys, thanks for your patience.” Marco called.

“Thanks Marco!” The villagers began to yell up to him.

“Marco!” You called happily.

Marco flew over to you and scooped you up out of the rain. He brought you to the front porch of your home, where he transformed back to his normal self. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into a tight embrace. His wings slowly faded back into his toned forearms. His hands held your waist tightly as yours slid down to rest upon his damp chest. You bit your lip and looked up into his eyes. Now out of the rain, Marco removed his glasses from his pocket and put them back on his face. His hands then returned to your waist.

“I’m so glad you’re okay. You had me worried.” You said.

“I told you I’d handle it. Now why are you soaking wet? I told you to stay here.” Marco questioned.

“Sorry, Commander.” You said with an eye roll.

He laughed in response.

“Marco…” You started to say as your eyes glanced to your hands then back to meet his soft expression. “Where have you been, what’s been going on with you?”

Marco’s gaze fell to stare at his hands upon your waist. His grip loosened, then tightened again as he hesitated. He took a deep breath and lifted his chin. His dark eyes found your (E/C) ones. You smiled at him as he looked at you and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Marco. I haven’t seen you in days and you tried to kick me out. What’s going on?” You said slowly as you moved one hand to grip his arm.

Marco took another deep breath and turned to look at the entrance of the village. Still holding onto your waist, he ran his tongue between his lips. He removed a hand from your waist and used it to adjust his glasses. When he was done, his hand once again returned to your waist, but it rested there more gently this time.

“You asked me about love after Ace… I wanted to let you go if you wanted to go, but it was hard, Y/N. I couldn’t be here and watch, I didn’t want to hear about it.” Marco replied.

You reached a hand to his cheek and gently turned his head to face yours. You stroked his cheek with your thumb and looked deep into his eyes. Your other hand on his chest fell to his abdomen as you stepped closer to him. His body stiffened, as did his grip on your waist. He looked at you, jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Marco, what are you saying?” You asked.

“Isn’t it obvious, Y/N?” Marco questioned as he stepped back from you, his hands falling from your waist to rest against his sides. “I have feelings for you. I have since the first day I gave you the tour of the Moby Dick. I’ve always felt bad about it, especially after Ace, but I promised him I would protect you, I’d be there for you. I couldn’t help falling for you. Then the other day you asked me about falling in love after Ace and… and I couldn’t watch you fall for someone that wasn’t me again. So I decided to take myself out of the equation.”

He stepped back further and turned his gaze to the ground. Your hands rested clenched in front of you. The rain began to let up outside of your porch. You closed your eyes and a smile grew across your lips as you replayed the words Marco had just confessed to you in your head. You chuckled, questioning if it was real. Your eyes flicked open and your body relaxed.

“Now who said there was anyone else, but you?” You asked, taking a step closer to him.

“Huh..?” Marco replied, as his head jerked up for your eyes to meet.

“Marco, I’ve been trying to find you for days to tell you I’m in love with you.”

Marco blinked as you nodded at him with assurance. A hand moved to caress your cheek while another pulled you closer to him by the waist. Soft, warm lips pressed against yours. Marco’s kiss was intoxicating, full of a passion you didn’t know he had for anything except pineapples. Your hands wrapped around his neck. The rain stopped on the other side of the porch and the sun began to come out. You heard the sound of villagers cheering as you and Marco finally kissed.

NSFW Chapter to come.

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hannahbarberra162 · 3 months

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Can't Fix Fix A Broken Heart Chapter 11

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Y/N POV

After collecting yourself, you slunk out of the infirmary and went about your day. You had missed lunch time during your visit so Tate had thoughtfully brought you a plate. Marco allowed you to eat it this time under his supervision, not Thatch’s. You ate what you could and quickly left.

Walking around the ship you felt like everyone would know what had happened just by looking at you. You were blushing at random intervals when your thoughts turned to the events of the morning. Thankfully, it seemed to be a normal day of working and fixing the ship. You were busy as always, helping out where you were needed. During the late afternoon, you were brainstorming with Namur about how to fix some metal fastenings on the bottom of the ship. It was an interesting problem - well, for you - since you couldn’t go down there and he couldn’t fix the issue easily. You were having fun thinking of impractical solutions, including having Whitebeard quake the ship into the air. You were mid-laugh when you felt warm arms snake around your middle and hoist you up.

“Time to go,” said Ace, as he put you over his shoulder and smacked your ass lightly.

“W-wait, I was-”

Ace gave you a withering look and you slumped over his shoulder. Right, the rules. You didn’t want to see what punishment entailed, if this morning was a taste.

“Where are we going?”

“Time to take a break.” He had walked you over to the side of the ship. “You can either go lay down in my room with me, or I thought it might be fun to go on Striker together. I’ve seen you watching me on it, it’s pretty fun.” You looked over the side of the ship, where Striker was tied. You didn’t feel like you needed a break, but you had been wanting to go on Ace’s boat.

“Striker sounds fun. But there’s only one seat. Where will I si-”

Before you could finish your sentence, Ace flashed you a gorgeous smile and said “let’s go!” He picked you up bridal style, stepped up, and hopped on the railing of the ship. Thankfully, at one point in your life you’d been a thrill seeker too, so you weren’t scared, just taken by surprise. He landed on Striker and lifted you up so you were sitting on his shoulders. “See? Don’t need two seats, you can always sit on me.” The stupid entendre still made you blush. He untied Striker and off you went.

It was…fun. Really fun. Ace was incredible at maneuvering Striker - and you didn’t even feel the heat from his fire. He started sailing slowly at first, but you urged him to go faster and faster. Your hair was whipping in the sea air, and you both were laughing and whooping as Ace pushed the boat over waves. He held onto your legs firmly, you felt completely safe. It was exhilarating and reminded you of the rush you used to get long ago jumping from the cliffs of your home island to the sea below. Ace was exciting to be around - something you felt since you first met him.

But it had to come to an end, it was time for dinner. You realized while on your way back that you hadn’t done something just for fun in years. You were thankful to Ace for giving you that gift. He tied Striker back to the Moby Dick and was helping you off his shoulders to climb the ladder back to the boat.

“Ace, I want to thank you. That was a really good time. Thank you for taking me out on Striker.”

“Anytime. You deserve to have fun in your life too.”

You raised yourself up on your toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek before ascending the ladder.

Ace POV

You were so cute when you were on his shoulders riding Striker. He loved hearing you laugh and cheer when the boat took to the air and came crashing back down on the sea. You seemed…happy for once. Not stressed, not worried, not working, just happy. He loved seeing you so carefree and relaxed. He wanted to show you that you could always have that feeling with him - with them - as long as you were all together. He had also enjoyed having you on his shoulders with his head so close to your pussy. It drove him wild the way you were saying “faster, Ace, faster!” and “Oh my gods Ace” and “that was amazing!” He imagined you saying those same things in bed.

He was pleased with the time he had spent with you today. Unfortunately, between the three of the commanders, he was the one most often sent on missions and to varying islands. He enjoyed it of course, but was envious of the time Marco and Thatch got to have with you. He was elated that he was the first of his siblings you had initiated a kiss with without coercion. True, it was just on the cheek, but it showed your progress and growing comfort with them.

He was impatient for his turn with you, but he and Marco had business to attend to. They had to go to a local island to get some record storage facility Izou had told them about. They were locating the Marines from the ship you were on, who had survived the shipwreck, and where they had been transferred. Marco had told Ace about what had happened to you, and Ace could barely contain his fiery rage. There would be no survivors after Marco and Ace found them. Well, after they’d paid for what they’d done to you, that is.

Y/N POV

Your anxiety grew and grew the closer time crept to dinner time. You didn’t know what to expect from Thatch, just that you had to eat dinner with him. You always liked his food, it was beyond amazing what he could create. It was just hard for you to eat around so many people. The mess hall was huge, built to accommodate hundreds of people at once. There were so many people, it was so loud, there was always conflict and commotion, you never felt comfortable eating there. You always felt like your head had to be on a swivel to make sure that nothing happened. It was just too overwhelming in the mess, and you didn’t like it there. Even though Thatch did come and eat with you, your anxiety felt like it took up half of your stomach. You knew you should eat more, but you always felt that you couldn’t.

When the dinner bell rang, you went to the mess hall and stood by the door. You weren’t sure if you were dining with Thatch now or later or in here or somewhere else or or or or. You were pinching your fingers tightly when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You jumped out of surprise, letting out a small yelp.

“Hey mami, no need to worry. It’s just me,” Thatch said, smiling kindly down at you.

“O-oh hi Thatch. I, um, just didn’t know what you wanted me to do? I didn’t know if-”

He cut you off, stating “don’t worry so much, everything is fine. We’re dining in the private room tonight. C’mere.” With that, he picked you up and started carrying you underarm. You were getting tired of being carried everywhere, but didn’t say anything for the time being. You were too worried about the dinner.

He brought you to the private dining room, where one place had been set. You didn’t see another - wasn’t Thatch eating with you? He put you down, then sat himself down at the place setting. You looked around - was this a trick? His intention dawned on you as he patted his lap and said “come up, Y/N.” You had to eat in his lap? It was a little awkward but maybe you could ignore it and eat? You walked over to him and picked you up again and put you in his lap, facing sideways. He put his arm around you to stop you when you tried to turn facing the food. OK, so you were going to eat sideways. Not a big deal.

But then he reached for the fork, poked a tender looking piece of meat and brought it to your lips. You were aghast - he wanted to feed you? This was too mortifying. “Thatch, I can feed myself,” you said, trying to take the fork. He pulled it out of your reach, quirked an eyebrow at you and said in a cold tone “Can you? You don’t seem to eat much on your own.”

“I can, it was just a lot in the mess hall. You don’t have to do this for me.”

“So it was too much for you in the mess hall, and instead of saying anything, you just decided not to eat? Can you see how that would make me feel? How it made me look as the Division Commander? I even went out of my way to come out during meal time and you still couldn’t help yourself. So, no, I don’t think you can feed yourself. You’ve lost that privilege. Open up.”

With that, he brought the forkful of meat back to your mouth. You opened and he put the morsel in. While you chewed on the delectable food, Thatch kept talking to you.

“See mami? Wasn’t that easy? It’s hard for me to see you struggle so much. I knew the mess hall was unbearable for you. I wanted you to come to me with your problems, but you never did - it hurt me so deeply. So now, this is how meals will have to be for the foreseeable future.”

He brought another forkful of meat to your mouth and you dutifully opened. At least you were in the private dining room and no one could see your embarrassing situation. He brought you food by the forkful, and sips of water in between. He seemed to relish when you’d close your mouth around the fork. Thatch would also stroke your hair or rub your thigh while you chewed. It was uncomfortable, weird, and humiliating, but he was right about one thing. You did eat more. Because it was just the two of you in a quiet environment, you were able to eat more than you had since you boarded the ship.

When you couldn’t eat anymore, you begged Thatch to stop feeding you. He did, and afterwards showed you the now mostly empty plate. He smiled at you and said “excellent job, see how well you did? You’re doing so well cariña.” You felt yourself preening at his words, even though it was just for eating some food. He wiped your face one last time, and set you on the ground.

“I’ll see you soon. I have to finish up in the kitchens but I’ll come find you for bed.”

Whitebeard POV

Edward Newgate was a man who liked to see his children happy. So when he saw that Marco and Thatch had found a little lady to fuss over, it made his old heart content. They were men who liked to protect and provide, and you gave them an outlet for that. He was also pleased to hear that you had taken care of Ace on the island. Ace, on the other hand, needed someone to help him with his way, and a pretty woman like you would make an excellent choice. When Marco brought you on board, he could immediately tell his son was interested in you. Still, he held his tongue. These kinds of things had a way of working themselves out.

He saw you come up to the top deck, looking frazzled. Well, you always looked that way. He did find you pleasant to have around the ship. His children welcomed you and sought you out wherever you went on board, in part due to your kind personality and gentle nature. It didn’t hurt that you had one of the most practical devil fruits he’d come across. It was amazing the amount of time, money, and supplies you saved them every day. No wonder the Marines had kept you.

Marco and Ace informed him they wanted to kill the remaining Marines who had hurt you. He wasn’t surprised, and encouraged their mission. Those Marines would have wished they died in the shipwreck - those two were a ruthless duo. Especially when defending a little treasure like you. A pirate always wants to keep their treasure safe, after all.

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 1 month

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☠️ Steam

Steam: It is well known across the Grandline that Fire-Fist Ace and Aqua Allure do not get along, their devil fruit powers being complete opposites. However, when Aqua Allure, you, get tasked with doing some trade business for your captain, it becomes clear that the act you and Ace put on hasn’t fooled everyone.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material.

To Note: Portgas D. Ace x NAMED!Reader, Reader ate the Mizu Mizu no Mi (Water Logia) devil fruit.

Word Count: ~6.0k

Captain Rourke stands before you on the deck of the Abyssal Tempest, his imposing figure silhouetted against the setting sun. His deep blue coat flaps in the salty breeze, and his steely eyes fixate on you with an unwavering gaze.

“You’re going to trade with Whitebeard’s crew,” he states, voice like gravel, leaving no room for negotiation.

You cross your arms, water rippling at your fingertips, and glare up at him. “You know I can’t stand that fire-powered twat.”

Rourke’s expression hardens, his jaw set in determination. “Ace isn’t the point. Whitebeard respects you, Allure. We need this alliance.”

The mention of respect stings more than it should. You turn away from him, watching the sea churn beneath the ship. The Abyssal Tempest cuts through the water with ease, but the thought of seeing Ace again makes your stomach churn.

“You have other options,” you argue, voice low but edged with defiance. “Send someone else.”

Rourke steps closer, his boots thudding against the wooden planks as heavy as his mood. “No one else can handle this task as well as you can. Your abilities command respect.”

Your shoulders tense as frustration bubbles up inside you. “Respect? Or is it because you know I’ll be too distracted by my hatred for Ace to notice anything else?”

He places a firm hand on your shoulder, turning you to face him. “Allure, enough. This isn’t about Ace. This is about our crew’s survival and forming alliances that will keep us safe from the World Government’s reach.”

You wrench your shoulder away from his grip and take a step back, eyes narrowing. “You’re risking everything on my ability to play nice with someone I despise!?”

“Then prove me right,” Rourke replies, unyielding. He isn't compromising on this. “Show them why Aqua Allure is feared and respected on these seas.”

The wind picks up, whipping strands of your hair across your face. You clench your fists and force yourself to calm down. Water begins to trickle down from your clenched fingers onto the deck.

“I’ll do it,” you say through gritted teeth, each word a struggle against your pride. “But don’t expect me to be happy about it.”

Rourke’s expression twists into one of pure exasperation. You are like this every damn time the Whitebeard Pirates are involved. “I don’t give a damn if you’re happy, Allure! Just get it done with no wars started and no fights.”

His words cut through the air like a knife, slicing through any lingering resistance within you. You wilt inside and grit your teeth. Taking a deep breath, you force yourself to calm down. The trickle of water from your fingers slows as you regain control over your emotions.

“Fine,” you snap, turning sharply on your heel and marching toward the ship’s edge where a small skiff waits. The wooden boat rocks gently against the side of the Abyssal Tempest, ready to ferry you to Whitebeard’s vessel. Regretfully.

As you climb down into the skiff, the crew’s eyes follow your every move. They know better than to question Captain Rourke’s orders, but their silent judgment hangs heavy in the air. Are you going to pick a fight with Ace this time? You ignore them, focusing instead on the task at hand.

You slump into your seat and pout petulantly as fresh water emerges from your body and lulls the skiff in the direction of Whitebeard’s ship. The sea is calm, its dark depths hiding countless secrets. As you draw closer to the ship, the enormity of it becomes apparent. The Moby Dick looms ahead like a leviathan from legends, its sails billowing in the wind. Matching the size of it's captain.

A rope ladder dangles down from the side of the ship. You secure your skiff, flicking away your water surrounding the vessel and begin to climb. The sun dips lower on the horizon, casting long shadows across the deck as you haul yourself up.

Once aboard, you’re met by Marco, his piercing gaze assessing you with a hint of curiosity. “Allure,” he greets with a nod.

“Marco,” you reply curtly. Your lips curls at the faint whiff of acrid smoke and fire from him. He always reeks of his phoenix. “I’m here for Whitebeard.”

"Would've guessed that you had come to pick a fight with Ace, but I digress…" Your lip curls at the mention of Ace and Marco smirks but steps aside to let you pass. “Follow me.”

Marco guides you through the bustling deck of the Moby Dick, pirates milling about. The ship smells of saline and sake, the quintessential mix of Whitebeard. As you follow him, the sound of waves crashing against the hull mixes with the distant laughter of crew members. You catch glimpses of familiar faces, some eyeing you with curiosity, others with thinly veiled suspicion. Probably just waiting for you to kick up a fuss about being near Ace.

Well you don't plan on giving them a show unless the fire-powered nit-wit shows his face to you…

You finally reach Whitebeard seated on his massive throne-like chair at the center of the deck. The giant of a man commands respect with his mere presence. Though the i.v. poles give away his age and deteriorating state. It is still impressive that he remains so strong. His mustache curls up in a smile as he sees you approach.

“Allure,” Whitebeard’s voice rumbles like thunder. “What brings you to my ship today?”

You straighten your back and meet his gaze. “I’m here to discuss the supply exchange.” You hand over a rolled-up parchment containing the details. “Captain Rourke sent me.”

Whitebeard takes the parchment, scanning it briefly before nodding in approval. “Everything seems in order.” His eyes twinkle with a knowing look. “I appreciate your professionalism despite... certain tensions.”

You bristle at his comment but keep your face impassive. Your eye, however, twitches. “I’m here to get the job done.”

Whitebeard’s laughter booms across the deck, drawing glances from nearby crew members. “That’s what I like about you, Allure. Always focused.” He rolls up the parchment and hands it back to Marco. "But you could always do for a chance to relax."

Your eyebrows pinch together in confusion, Whitebeard is always up to something, but what could he possibly be onto now with your work ethic?

“So,” Whitebeard continues, clapping his massive hands together and breaking the formal atmosphere. “How about joining me for a drink?”

You stiffen at his invitation, eyes narrowing slightly. “A drink?”

“Yes,” Whitebeard replies, standing up and gesturing toward his cabin. “A private one.”

Murmurs ripple through his crew as they exchange confused glances. You can feel their eyes boring into your back as Whitebeard leads you away from prying ears. So he wants something from you now… what exactly could a man like him want from you?

You reluctantly follow him into the lit cabin, the door creaking shut behind you. The room smells of aged wood and medical supplies, a small lantern casting flickering shadows across the walls. You eye the large bed complete with i.v. poles on either side before turning your attention back Whitebeard. He moves with surprising grace for a man of his size and age, pulling out a bottle of rum and two glasses from a weathered cabinet.

He pours the amber liquid into the glasses before sliding one toward you. You take it but don’t drink, eyes locked onto him with suspicion.

“What do you really want to talk about?” you ask, voice sharp.

Whitebeard chuckles, a deep sound that reverberates through the cabin. Even through your bones! He takes a sip of his drink before meeting your gaze. “I want to know about your relationship with Ace.”

Your grip tightens around the glass, muscles tensing. “Ace? That fire-powered twat? I want to drown him, I'm surprised you haven't figured that out yet.”

Whitebeard’s laughter fills the room, loud and genuine. Amused! You feel your cheeks flush with anger as he finds amusement in your hostility. The glass in your hand shatters under the pressure of your grasp, shards falling to the floor along with the spilled rum. Digging into your palm.

Whitebeard’s eyes gleam with knowing amusement as he watches you struggle to maintain composure. “You’ve got quite a grip there,” he says with a softer chuckle.

You open your clenched palm and let the broken shards of glass fall to the floor, ignoring the sting of tiny cuts and gouges. “What’s so funny?”

Whitebeard leans back in his chair, setting his own glass down gently. “You think I don’t know what’s really going on between you two? I'm old! Not blind. You and Ace are clever, but you can't fool me.”

You feel your stomach drop at his words, but you force yourself to maintain your defiant stance. “I hate him,” you insist, voice low and venomous. “I’d love nothing more than to see him burn out and sink to the bottom of the sea.”

Whitebeard raises an eyebrow, unimpressed by your threats. “Oh? And here I thought love was supposed to be less... murderous. To each their own I suppose…”

"Pops," you grind out in exasperation, your tongue slipping as you receive another rumbling chuckle.

His rumbling laughter almost shakes the walls! “You amuse me, Allure. You really do.” His eyes twinkle with mischief as he leans forward, resting his massive elbows on the table.

Your hand throbs, blood trickling from the cuts and gouges. You clutch it tightly, refusing to show any sign of weakness in front of him. “What’s so damn funny?” you snap, eyes blazing with defiance.

Whitebeard’s smile widens, revealing a row of sharp teeth. “You think you can hide your feelings from me? I’ve been around longer than you can imagine. I’ve seen countless pirates fall in love, try to deny it. But you and Ace? It’s written all over your faces.”

You feel your cheeks flush with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. The old man sees right through you, peeling away the layers of hostility you’ve carefully constructed. “We’re nothing but enemies,” you retort, but the conviction in your voice wavers.

“Enemies?” Whitebeard echoes, shaking his head slowly. “Enemies don’t make each other stronger like you do for Ace. You keep his head on his shoulders, give him focus.”

Your breath catches in your throat at his words. The idea that you make Ace stronger seems almost absurd given your elemental opposition! Water and fire shouldn’t mix—but here Whitebeard stands, insisting they do.

He stands up, looming over you like a colossal peak. “You have my blessing,” he announces, his tone gentler now. “Look after him and guide him rightly. I’d be honored to call you my daughter.”

Your jaw drops, speechless as astonishment floods your system. You remain rooted, clutching your injured hand as Whitebeard dismisses you with a wave. Daughter!? Did you just get accepted into another crew of pirates without even asking for it!?

“Daughter!?” you stammer, the word barely escaping your lips.

Whitebeard's laugh booms again, echoing off the cabin walls. He nods, his eyes twinkling with genuine amusement. “Well, a step daughter, but a daughter all the same. Now go on, Allure. Don’t keep Ace waiting.”

You’re frozen in place for a moment, trying to process the gravity of what he’s just said. Whitebeard’s blessing? To look after Ace? And now he’s calling you his daughter? It’s too much to handle all at once.

With a final wave of his massive hand, Whitebeard turns his attention to a stack of charts on the table, effectively dismissing you. You know better than to linger when he’s made up his mind.

You turn and make your way back through the bustling deck, feeling a mix of confusion and irritation. Pirates glance your way, whispering among themselves. You can almost hear their thoughts—What did Whitebeard say to her? Why does she look so stunned? Your hand throbs with pain, blood seeping between your fingers, but it's nothing compared to the chaos inside your chest.

Shaking your head though confusion and shock still fill your mind, you navigate through the bustling deck. Each step feels like an eternity as you approach Ace's old quarters. You stop in front of the door, hesitating, heart pounding like a drum.

Before you can gather your thoughts, the door swings open. Ace stands there, eyes widening in surprise at the sight of you. His gaze drops to your bleeding hand, and without a word, he pulls you inside and shuts the door behind you.

“What happened?” he asks urgently, guiding you to a chair and kneeling beside you. His touch is warm gentle as he examines your hand. Oh you love that warmth so much.

You struggle to find your voice, still reeling from Whitebeard’s revelation. “It’s... nothing,” you manage to say, but Ace isn’t convinced. He grabs a cloth from a nearby table and starts cleaning the wound with practiced care.

“Doesn’t look like nothing,” he mutters, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. His eyes are filled with concern, and for a moment, the hostility you’ve both carefully maintained seems to melt away.

“Whitebeard!” you blurt out, the words crashing into each other like a shipwreck. “He knows about us!”

Ace freezes, his eyes widening comically, as if you’ve just told him you’ve joined the World Government. He quickly recovers, focusing back on your hand with exaggerated nonchalance. “What did he say?” His voice cracks halfway through the question, betraying his attempt at cool indifference.

You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. “He said... he said we make each other stronger.” You pause for dramatic effect, feeling the absurdity of the situation weigh down on you. “He gave us his blessing.”

Ace’s head snaps up so fast you worry he might have given himself whiplash. His eyes bulge out like a fish out of water. “He what?”

“Yeah,” you say, biting your lip to keep from laughing at his expression. “More along the lines of declaring me his daughter-in-law.” You mime a small explosion with your hands, because why not? This whole thing feels like one big farce anyway.

Ace blinks at you, then finishes wrapping your hand with the precision of someone who’s just been told they won a free lifetime supply of meat but can’t believe it yet. Trembling. You place your uninjured hand over his, steadying his grip.

Ace takes another breathe and gently cups your cheek, his warmth seeping into your skin and causing steam to rise—literally and metaphorically.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his tone a mix of concern and bewilderment.

You shrug, feeling like you’re in the middle of a surreal comedy show. “I don’t know,” you admit honestly. “We’re literal fire and water, Ace! We aren’t supposed to mix! We’re like... an elemental disaster waiting to happen!”

Ace’s lips twitch into a grin as he leans closer. “Fire and water do mix,” he says with a playful glint in his eyes. “They create steam. And steam is powerful—and kinda funny if you think about it.”

Before you can argue further, his lips crash against yours with fiery passion. Your initial gasp against him transforms into a deep kiss, heat radiating from his body. Subtle flames flicker across his skin, turning the thin film of water on your body into steam that swirls around you both.

You pull back slightly, concern etched on your face. “Ace, what if—”

He cuts you off with a smirk that sends your heart racing. “My old room is fireproof for a reason,” he assures you, voice low and husky.

The confidence in his tone melts your reservations. He leans back in, capturing your lips once more. The kiss deepens, his fiery essence igniting something primal within you. His hands roam over your body, leaving trails of warmth that turn to steam as they move.

You feel the heat intensify as Ace’s flames begin to burn away your clothes. The fabric disintegrates under his touch, exposing your steaming skin to the cool air of the room. You should be worried, but Ace’s unwavering presence and the fireproof assurance dissipate any lingering doubts.

Ace pulls you to your feet while his lips trail down your neck, leaving a path of searing heat in their wake. Your breath hitches as he moves lower, hands exploring every inch of your now bare skin. The contrast between his burning touch and the cool air sends ripples across your skin.

His fire consumes both your clothes until you are completely exposed to him, and he to you. You stand there, raw and vulnerable, the steam rising from where your bodies touch. Naked on Whitebeard's ship!

Ace’s eyes, filled with a burning desire, lock onto yours. He turns you around gently, guiding you toward the bed. His fireproof sheets feel surprisingly cool against your back as he lays you down, hovering over you like a guardian flame.

You stare up at him with wide eyes, steam swirling around you both in a hazy embrace. Is this really happening? His fingers trace delicate lines along your sides, eliciting visceral shivers that dance across your skin. Oh most definitely!

“Ace...” Your voice is barely a whisper, filled with longing and need.

He bends down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss before trailing lower. His mouth finds its way to your breasts, lips closing around one nipple while his hand teases the other. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through you, and you arch your back off the bed, twisting slightly.

“Gods...” you gasp, hands tangling in his hair as he sucks and licks at your sensitive flesh. His tongue flicks over your nipple before taking it between his teeth ever so gently. You whimper and squirm beneath him, digging your nails into his scalp.

His free hand slides down your body, fingers tracing patterns along your skin until they find their way between your thighs. He teases you there too, gentle strokes that leave you aching for more.

“Ace... please...” Your plea is raw and unfiltered, driven by an insatiable desire only he can quench. Especially when he's worked you up with his inferno.

He looks up from his ministrations on your breasts, eyes dark with hunger. “Tell me what you need,” he murmurs against your skin before switching to lavish attention on your other breast.

“More... I need more...” Your voice trembles with desperation as his fingers dip lower, brushing against the most intimate part of you.

Ace's fingers slip between your folds, his touch sending waves of heat coursing through you. He moves expertly, knowing exactly how to make you writhe with pleasure. Your body arches off the bed, thick steam rising where your skin meets his.

But then he pauses, a smirk playing on his lips. “You were quite nasty to me last time we met in public,” he says, voice low and teasing. “Remember how you called me a ‘flame-licked idiot’?”

You flush with a mix of frustration and desire and curl your fingers around his soft black curls. “Ace... please,” your words come out as a breathless plea.

He moves his fingers inside you, the sensation making you gasp. “Begging already?” His smirk widens, clearly enjoying making you work for it. “Apologize for being so cruel to the one that holds your heart.”

“I’m sorry,” you manage to say between gasps, squirming under his touch, clenching your thighs around his wrist. “I’m sorry for everything.”

“Not enough,” he murmurs, his fingers moving faster, driving you wild with need. “I want to hear how much you want my mouth on you, baby.”

“Ace, please, I need your mouth, I need it so badly,” Your voice is a desperate whisper, each word tinged with longing.

His eyes gleam with satisfaction at your words. “That’s better,” he says before finally lowering himself between your legs.

His tongue flicks out to taste your intimate flesh, and the sensation makes you cry out in pleasure. He licks and sucks with skill learned from all your prior encounters, driving you closer and closer to the edge. Steam thickens around you both as his mouth works its magic.

You clutch at the sheets, body writhing uncontrollably under his ministrations. Each flick of his tongue sends waves of pleasure crashing through you, building an intense heat that threatens to consume you entirely.

“Ace, oh gods, don’t stop,” Your voice is barely coherent as the sensations overwhelm you. You can't even control the water pouring form your skin and fingertips, but that doesn't even matter for his fire evaporates the moment they join.

He hums in response, the vibration adding another layer of ecstasy rippling outwards from your cunt. His fingers continue their rhythm inside you while his mouth focuses on your clit, sucking gently before swirling his tongue around it. The combination is too much. You feel yourself hurtling toward release, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. You grip his hair tightly as your climax builds to an unbearable peak and your legs kick out.

With a final flick of his tongue and a thrust of his fingers, you shatter into a million pieces. The steamy rooms blurs even more as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you. Steam billows around your intertwined bodies like a shroud of pure heat. Water pouring from your fingers only to evaporate around you and him in a physical shroud.

Ace doesn’t stop until he’s sure you've ridden out every last wave of pleasure. Hip's twitching in his grasp, your legs shaking terribly. Only then does he lift his head, lips glistening and eyes filled with smug satisfaction.

You lie there panting, body still trembling from the intensity of your orgasm. OH, he never ceases to reduce you to a quivering mess with his tongue and fingers. Ace crawls back up to kiss you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips. His tongue.

“Better?” he asks with a teasing grin.

Your eyes narrow with playful determination. “My turn,” you declare, voice dripping with ravenous desire.

Ace’s eyebrows raise in surprise, but he obliges, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. You slide off and quickly position yourself on your knees and between his legs. Your hands rest on his thighs, feeling the heat radiate from his skin. Feeling his muscles.

“I have been dreaming of you falling apart on my tongue for the last week,” you say, eyes raking over his twitching cock before lifting to his.

Ace groans, breath hitching as you lean forward. Your lips brush against the tip of his cock, soft and teasing. You feel the warmth of his growing desire against your lips and smirk up at him before taking him into your mouth. He always gets hotter the more aroused he is.

Your tongue swirls around the head, savoring the taste of him and licking at the beads already accumulating. You slide down slowly, taking him deeper until he fills your mouth completely. The heat of his cock contrasts sharply with the film of cool water that always clings to your skin, creating steam that curls and rises in delicate tendrils.

Ace’s hands grip the sheets as you begin to move, setting a steady rhythm. You bob your head up and down, each motion deliberate and precise. Your hands aren’t idle; they glide along his thighs and torso, following the flickers and flares of his fire while leaving trails of steaming skin wherever they touch.

He groans, deep and guttural, as you work him with your mouth and hands. His fingers tangle in your hair, guiding you gently but firmly. Fingers tangling in the strands, pulling. The delicious sounds of his pleasure spur you on, making you want to drive him over the edge just as he did for you. Every time.

You pull back slightly, focusing on the head while your hand pumps his shaft. Your other hand moves lower to cup his balls, rolling them gently between your fingers.

“Gods, Allure,” Ace gasps out your name as he watches you with hooded eyes. "Your mouth is lethal."

You hum around him in response, the vibration making him shudder. You take him deeper again, moving faster now. Your hand matches the rhythm of your mouth, creating a symphony of sensations that drive him wild.

You feel his body tense beneath your touch, muscles tightening as he nears release. His grasp in your hair turns painful. You redouble your efforts, wanting to push him over that precipice into pure ecstasy.

With a final flick of your tongue and a squeeze from your hand, he comes undone. His seed fills your mouth with searing heat that burns deliciously as it slides down your throat. Steam billows around you both in thick clouds as Ace groans loudly above you.

You swallow every drop greedily, savoring the sensation even as it burns slightly going down. You pull back slowly once he's spent, licking your lips with satisfaction as steam continues to rise from where you've touched him. Ace's eyes, dark with lingering desire, meet yours. Without a word, he reaches out, pulling you up to straddle him.

"Gods, I love you so much," he groans, head dropped back as your delightful body settles

Your thighs grip his sides as you position yourself over his still-hard cock. The heat radiating from his body mixes with the coolness of your own, creating a swirling intoxicating mist that fills you both inside and out. His hands settle on your hips, guiding you down onto him with a slow and agonizing motion.

You gasp as he fills your cunt, his cock pushing against your clenching and fluttering walls. Ace’s fingers dig into your flesh, holding your pelvis against his as he begins to thrust up into you. Grinding his hipbones against yours, pulling your soft, heavenly body against his .

“Ace,” you breathe out, voice trembling with need as you press your face into his neck.

He groans in response, hands tightening their grip on your hips. "I’ve missed you so damn much.”

"Show me," you grasp against his neck. Ace eagerly complies, one hand leaving your hip to cradle your jaw, pulling your face away from his neck to press his lips fervently against yours. Your mouths meet in a scorching kiss, tongues intertwining as you move against each other fervently.

Ace’s cock pulses inside you with each roll of your hips. His fire flickers across his skin, leaving trails of warmth that contrast deliciously with the coolness of your touch. Your hands explore his back and shoulders, feeling the play of muscles beneath the heat.

“Gods, my little water pirate," Ace’s voice is a guttural growl against your lips. “You feel so good.”

Your only response is a whimper as he shifts slightly, changing the angle and driving even deeper into you. The pleasure is almost too much to bear; every nerve ending alight with sensation.

Ace’s hands move from your hips to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples and sending sparks of pleasure through you. You arch into his touch, craving more.

“Don’t stop,” you whisper against his lips.

He chuckles softly before capturing your mouth in another fierce kiss. His hands continue their exploration while he thrusts slowly but deeply inside you. You feel yourself unraveling under his touch; the combination of his cock filling you completely and his fingers teasing your sensitive flesh pushing you closer to the edge.

“Ace, please,” Your voice is a desperate plea for release, your fingernails scratching at his back.

He responds by increasing the intensity of his thrusts just enough to drive you wild without losing control. He is mean that way. His fire flares brighter with each movement; steam rising thickly around where your bodies meet.

You cling to him desperately as pleasure builds within you; each thrust bringing you closer and closer until finally—you shatter once again into pure ecstasy—body trembling uncontrollably as your cunt clamps down and ripples around this throbbing cock.

Ace’s grip tightens as you come undone around him, body shaking and squirming against his with the aftershocks of your climax. He keeps your body flush against yours, his fire seeping into your skin, merging with the coolness that always surrounds you. You can hardly see through the steam.

You slump against him, breathing heavily, feeling the lingering pulses of pleasure and twitches of his cock deep within you. Ace's fire flickers gently gently now, enveloping you in a blanket of steam. The sensation is both comforting and invigorating, reminding you of why you crave his touch so desperately. He has what you do not.

After a few moments, Ace shifts beneath you, nuzzling and enjoying the feeling of your limp body within his arms. Then he stands, lifting you effortlessly in his arms. Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively as he turns and lays you down on the bed. The sheets feel cool against your back, contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from his body.

Ace’s eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart race. He climbs on top of you, the weight of him pressing down in the most delicious way. Flamed skin against your watery one. His lips find yours in a searing kiss, tongues tangling together as if they can’t get enough.

Ace’s lips mold to yours, each kiss more fervent than the last. Your tongues clash and dance, tasting each other with a hunger that never seems to be satisfied. His hands roam your body, fingers tracing patterns on your skin that make you ache for more.

You moan into his mouth as he grinds his pelvis against yours, his throbbing erection pressing against your slick entrance. The friction sends sparks of pleasure shooting through you, making you arch up into him.

“Ace...” you gasp between kisses, your voice a desperate plea for more.

He breaks the kiss just long enough to murmur against your lips. “I know, baby. I need you too.”

Without another word, he thrusts his cock back into your body. You cry out softly, nails digging into his back as you wrap your legs around his waist. The sensation of him filling you completely is intoxicating, every inch of him stretching and satisfying you in ways only he can.

Ace’s movements are slow and deliberate at first, each thrust deep and measured. His cock glides in and out of you with a rhythm that drives you wild with need. Your hips move in sync with his, meeting each thrust eagerly as your bodies meld together.

“Gods, Allure... You feel so good,” he groans against your ear, his breath hot on your skin.

Your only response is a whimper as the pleasure builds within you once again. His hands grip your hips tightly, guiding your movements as he increases the pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with the steam that surrounds you both.

You can feel the heat radiating from his body, mixing with the coolness that always clings to yours. It creates a sensation unlike any other, an intoxicating blend of fire and water that leaves you breathless.

Ace’s mouth finds yours again in a searing kiss, tongues tangling together as he thrusts harder and faster. The intensity of it all is overwhelming; every nerve ending alight with pleasure as he takes you higher and higher.

“Don’t stop,” you beg against his lips, fingers clawing at his back as if to pull him even closer.

“I won’t,” he growls in response, voice thick with desire. “Not until I make you come again.”

His words send another wave of arousal coursing through you. He changes the angle slightly, hitting that perfect spot inside you that makes stars explode behind your closed eyelids.

Your cries of pleasure grow louder with each thrust until finally—you shatter once more around him—body convulsing with the force of your orgasm. Your cunt clamps down on his cock like a vice; milking him for all he's worth as waves upon waves of ecstasy crash over you.

Ace isn’t far behind; his movements become erratic as he nears his own release. With a final powerful thrust, he comes inside you, filling you with his fiery seed. The sensation is intense, a searing heat that spreads through your cunt and mingles with your own pleasure. Burning you from the inside out so deliciously.

You lie there panting beneath him, body still trembling from the intensity of your climax. Ace’s weight presses down on you in the most comforting way as he struggles to catch his breath, face tucked neatly against your neck.

After a few moments, he lifts his head to look at you. His eyes are filled with an emotion that takes your breath away—love, pure and unfiltered.

“Allure,” he begins softly but firmly. “I can’t keep doing this—pretending we hate each other.”

You blink up at him in surprise but remain silent as he continues.

“I want everyone to know that you're mine,” Ace says with a fierce determination that sends a fresh wave of warmth through you. “No more hiding... no more charades.”

Your heart races, panic bubbling up inside you. What if people find out? What if they don’t accept it? But Ace’s hand, warm and steady, caresses your cheek. His touch creates steam that curls around your faces, a testament to the intensity of your connection.

“Ace...” you begin, voice shaky.

He leans his forehead against yours, eyes softening as he looks at you. “Allure, you’re the one I want to grow old with,” he whispers, his breath mingling with yours. “I want to have a family with you. Pops… Pops already said you're his daughter-in-law, if he says it, it's true and no one can disagree.”

The sincerity in his voice takes your breath away. You’ve never imagined such a future for yourself—a future filled with love and family. It terrifies you as much as it excites you.

“I don’t know how to be a family,” you confess, your voice barely above a whisper.

Ace’s eyes hold nothing but understanding. “You can learn with me,” he says simply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

His words fill you with a sense of hope and possibility. You’ve always been independent, relying on yourself and your powers. Using your watery skin as a shield… The idea of sharing your life so openly, of letting someone else in so completely, is both exhilarating and daunting.

You reach up to cup his face, fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. Steam rises from where your cool touch meets his fiery skin. “I want that too,” you admit softly.

Ace’s eyes light up with a warmth that matches the fire burning along his skin. He leans in to kiss you gently, a promise of the future you’ll build together. His lips are hot against yours, sending waves of heat coursing through your body.

As you break the kiss, you rest your forehead against his, savoring the intimate connection. “We’ll face whatever comes together,” Ace whispers, his breath mingling with yours in a cloud of steam. "I don't care what people say."

You nod, feeling a newfound sense of determination. “No more hiding,” you agree.

Ace’s smile is radiant as he pulls you into a tight embrace.

“Let’s get some rest,” he murmurs against your hair. “Tomorrow is the start of our new life.” Meaning he's going to brag to every division commander that'll listen. Poor Marco… You nod again, feeling exhaustion wash over you now that the adrenaline has worn off. Ace shifts to lie beside you, pulling you close so that your bodies are entwined but his arm remains stretched across your body.

As you close your eyes, you allow yourself to imagine the future—a future where you and Ace can openly share your love without fear or pretense. It’s a dream that once seemed impossible but now feels within reach. Yet you can't physically imagine it.

Ace’s breathing slows as he drifts off to sleep beside you, his arms firmly wrapped around your body protectively. You snuggle closer, letting the steady rise and fall of his chest lull you into a peaceful slumber.

Date Published: 8/22/24

Last Edit: 8/22/24

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supermarine-silvally · 7 months

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Yara & Ace plz

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tysm for the prompt!! Apologies that it took awhile to complete, but here you go!! Hope you enjoy! <3

it's, uhh... slightly nsfw-ish?? mostly implied than anything

💖 rough kiss / hot and heavy / making out

It was over.

The enemy’s ship lay in ruins, bits of wood and canvas floating dead in the water; the remnants of the captured crew escorted onto lifeboats with their hands resting on their heads. From the sullen looks on their faces, they had learned their lesson about attempting to encroach on the Whitebeard Pirates’ territory.

Yara’s fingers dug into the rope ladder as she climbed up the side of the Moby Dick, anxiety twisting in her stomach.

“Yara, go!!”

“What are you doing?!” she shouted, panic laced in her voice as Ace leapt in between her and the enemy captain. “We need to get back to the ship and regroup!”

“I’ll cover your escape!” he insisted, flames leaping off his skin.

“Ace, wait--”

“Flame Fence!!”

A massive wall of fire shot up between them. Ace turned his head, gazing back at her between the flickering flames. “Go, love. I’ve got this.”

She pulled herself up onto the main deck, heart thudding in her chest. All she’d seen since leaving the island that had served as the battleground was a trail of smoke; neither hide nor hair remaining of Ace or his opponent. He was incredibly strong; she never doubted that for a second. Whitebeard hadn’t made him Second Division Commander while barely out of his rookie year for no reason. Yet still…

Her anxiousness only grew as she scanned around the deck. The enemy pirates were all gathered in the open space in front of Whitebeard’s chair. As per Whitebeard’s orders, their hands weren’t bound, but they were under the careful surveillance of Marco and Jozu. They seemed to know it too; grumbling to themselves but keeping their heads down.

Yara used her Devil Fruit powers to pass through the crowd of people gathered on the deck, drifting through their bodies with ease. Most of the Whitebeard Pirates didn’t bother looking over at her, both familiar with her abilities and too tired to care. She continued to glance around, trying to keep her pulse from racing out of control in her worry.

Then she saw it. A flash of orange, just beside the main mast. Her heart leapt, recognizing the unmistakable hat. “Ace!!”

“Hm?” His head whipped over in her direction at the sound of his name. He immediately perked up, a wide grin stretching across his freckled cheeks. “Yara!!”

Scrambling to his feet, he bolted towards her, pushing aside anyone in his path. Yara squeaked as Ace lifted her up with a laugh and twirled her around, keeping his arms firmly locked around her. As her feet hit the ground once more, he went in for the kiss, but she placed a hand over his lips.

“Why didn’t you run?” she whispered.

Ace blinked, surprised at first, but then he reached for her hand with a smile. “Because in that moment, you were behind me, sweetheart. Running would’ve put you in danger, and you know I could never do that.”

Yara swallowed, trying to suppress the hot lump that rose in her throat. “You could have died, Ace.”

His eyes widened, noticing her pained expression. “Hey, hey…” he murmured, bringing her hand to his lips. “It’s okay. I’m here, baby. I’m here.” He kissed her knuckles, then her wrist, lips pressing against her racing pulse. “Nothing’s going to happen to me, I promise.”

She collapsed into his arms, resting her cheek on his shoulder. “You really need to stop scaring me like that. One of these days, you’re going to run into an opponent you won’t be so lucky against.”

“...Heh. Can’t help it if I feel like luck’s on my side.” He grinned. “After all, I managed to get with you, didn’t I?”

“Idiot,” she mumbled, pressing a kiss to the crook of his neck. “Those aren’t the same things at all.”

Chuckling, he slid a finger under her chin, lifting her head up. Without a moment’s further hesitation, he leaned in, meeting her lips with a contented hum. Yara’s eyes fluttered shut, feeling his lips part ever so slightly, his tongue easing its way into her mouth.

“Mm.” Ace pulled away, breaking the kiss with a faint pop! “Bedroom?”

She nodded, taking his hand and allowing him to lead her towards the division commanders’ quarters.

They were back on each other as soon as he kicked the door shut, pants and breathy moans filling the small space. Her arms were around his shoulders, his hands planted firmly on her hips. Ace took the lead, carefully moving her towards the queen-sized bed that sat in the corner of the room. Yara allowed herself to collapse onto it, resting her head on a pillow.

There was a feral glint in Ace’s dark brown eyes as he removed his hat, placing it to hang off the bedpost before crawling on top of her, his arms caging her beneath him. He nudged Yara’s legs further apart with his knee, pressing himself closer to her, fingers tangling in her hair as he cupped the side of her face. Their lips met in a series of flurried actions, desperate to drink each other in. Panting, he pulled away briefly before trailing kisses from her chin down her throat.

A pleasured gasp left Yara’s lips as he nipped at the sensitive spot on the crook of her neck. Her fingernails dug into his back, legs wrapping tightly around him. Ace’s hips bucked towards her, his desire for her evident as he recaptured her mouth with his. Her hands found their way to his hair, burying her fingers in his raven locks, massaging his scalp. His teeth gently tugged at her bottom lip, and she let out a moan in response.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he murmured, breath hot against her face. “You keep making sounds like that and I won’t be able to hold back.”

The corners of her lips twitched into a smirk as she met his gaze with a determined one of her own. “And if I don’t want you to?”

“I’ll devour you.”

“Then devour me, Portgas.”

A low noise rumbled from Ace’s throat, almost like a growl. His pupils had dilated as he pushed the hem of her dress up past her waist before diving back at her lips like a man starved. One hand trailed along her thigh, a low heat from his Devil Fruit powers emanating off of it.

“Ah!” Yara gasped, her shoulder blades digging into the sheets as she arched her back, a jolt of pleasure shooting through her at the feeling of his warm fingers caressing her so tenderly.

“You like that, huh, Hellcat?” Ace breathed, coaxing her through her ecstasy. “My pretty girl. My pretty, pretty girl. ‘M so lucky.”

A high-pitched whine escaped Yara as heat pooled in her stomach. “Need you, Ace! Need--”

Knock knock!

“Hey, Ace! Yara!” Thatch called out from the other side of the door. “Pops wants you both on deck, so put your clothes back on.”

Ace let out a groan. “Oh, gimme a break.”

Yara couldn’t help but chuckle as Ace pushed himself off of her, grumbling something about burning a hole straight through the Fourth Division Commander’s favourite pair of pants next time he was on laundry duty. She shifted around, pulling her dress back over her hips as she rose to a seated position. Lifting Ace’s hat from the bedpost, she placed it onto his head. “There you are, Commander Ace. All fit for duty.”

As their eyes met, his annoyance at Thatch seemed to melt away. “Thanks. Now c’mon. You know I can’t do it without my brilliant, sexy Vice-Commander by my side.”

He offered her a hand, and she slid off the bed.

“Hey.” Ace pulled her into his arms. His fingers brushed under her chin, a warm smile lingering on his freckled face. “I love you. I mean it, Yara.”

“I know,” she replied as she draped her arms over his shoulders, leaning up to kiss the tip of his nose.

“We’ll continue this later?”

“Of course.”

tagging: @auxiliarydetective @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene @box-of-bats

#oc: bravada yara #ship: portada #otp: i'd burn the world for you #portgas d ace x oc #my ocs #my writing #asked and answered #thank you very much for the prompt!!#i hope it meets your expectations <3 #i haven't written a lot of makeout scenes but portada is like the perfect couple to practice on #they're down so bad for each other #i rewatched the asl brothers episodes lately so protective/not running from battle no matter what ace has been on my mind

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nocturnalazura · 4 months

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Ace doesnt carry you bridal style. He just picks you up by the waist and puts him over his shoulder. Tired? Drunk? Ankle hurts? Yup he just picks you up like you weigh nothing and carries you over his shoulder. Never bridal nor piggyback. All you have to do is mention that your feet are starting to hurt and he just picks you up and continues walking.

My gentleman.

Lmao Ace just carries you around like a sack of potatoes.

The first time you ask him to carry you, you hold out your arms, thinking he’ll turn around so you can climb on his back. Nope, he leans down, wraps an arm around you and tosses you over his shoulder leaving you confused. You just hang there like a rag doll because you truly can’t believe this is how he’s carrying you.

He walks onto the Moby Dick, you still sling over his shoulder. Half the crew rushes over assuming there’s something wrong with you. Nope. Just Ace being weird. Whitebeard definitely scolds him lightly for it.

He carried you bridal style once and it was because he was being a little shit to luffy and making an extreme point of being a gentleman. When you two left the Merry he once again tosses you over his shoulder leaving you to awkwardly wave to the strawhats.

#fire fist stuff

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animegirlop · 2 years

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Ace, Sabo, and Luffy X Y/N Pov: meeting for the first time.

Ace

Ace POV:

🔥 ''Pops look at this bounty!'' Ace said excitedly and showed Whitebeard a wanted poster of a beautiful woman. Whitebeard took the poster, to get a better view. ''That is quite the bounty, and such a beauty could need some protection'' Whaitbeard knew Ace too well, so he knew that pops would help him.

🔥'' Marco I want you to keep an eye out for this girl'' pops held up the poster. ''Got it pops'' Of Marco went using his Tori Tori no Mi, devil fruit, to get a good view from the sky. Ace went onto the deck, getting more and more excited.

🔥 He wondered how long it would take to find her, it could take days, weeks, or even months. Whitebeard had a lot of connections so it could go fast for all he knew. No matter how long it took he wouldn't stop searching for her even if the Whitebeard pirates stops.

🔥 ''I can see land, is that the right one pops?'' Ace asked, and pointed toward the island. Whitebeard nodded, ''That is what my contact said.'' Ace got more and more excited, but if he finds her how would he react and do? All these questions in his head, wouldn't stop spinning.

🔥 '' She wasn't there'' Marco put his hand on Ace's shoulder, he just shook his head. Just where could she be? All the contacts hadn't seen here, except this one. ''Set sail!'' Roared Whitebeard. And of we go, ''Looking for me cowboy?'' the voice came from behind him, he looked to see her sitting relaxed with her back against the wall.

Y/N POV:

🔥 A new wanted poster had just come out. Your bounty got bigger and bigger. You felt proud of the amount, it was above The worst generation of pirates. And you liked it!

🔥 " Which Island is next? I could go for this one, looks like a good place to hide while getting stronger." The map showed a little island that had a little shape on the map, compared to the other islands this one was little for sure.

🔥 As you set sail, it fell good to be on the sea again. The sound of the waves, the wind, and the sun. There were not you loved more than the sea. "All this excitement," you said with a big smile.

🔥 Finally you arrived at the island, it had taken days. But it was worth it! It was little, quiet, and not many people around. As you walked down the street you overheard a voice "the woman you're searching for just arrived at the island 'Smal town'"

🔥 To get safer you decided to get to move around by using the trees, you had always liked to climb. When you saw the sea you saw Moby Dick, "So the Whitebeard pirates are here". Out of curiosity, you got on board, when they left the ship. " She wasn't there" It was fire fist Ace. Oh my! " Set Sail" roared Whitebeard. You sat down leaning against the wall ''Looking for me cowboy?'' You asked with a smirk.

Sabo

Y/N POV:

🌡The government knows well who you are, they have quite the interests in you. Neither were you a Pirate, marine, or a revolutionary, but you were smart and clever. When you wanted to disappear, you did. If you wanted to be found they did find you.

🌡" Common Y/N we finally found you, all we want is to ask you a question," The Admiral of this Navy ship said. You looked around the room there was only one window and that's it.

🌡 "What do you want to know," you asked and started to walk around, you were restless. "We would like you to become an undercover marine'" This is the dumbest question ever. Why would you become a marine when you had a relaxing life.

🌡 "And just what do I get out of it?" Your answer came as a surprise, they didn't answer right away. " we know that you are relaxed by nature, but you also have knowledge that could be necessary for us" so that's what it is!

🌡" So if I say no you're going to keep me here?" The government wasn't trustworthy, that's for sure. " Sound about right, we have orders"

Sabo POV:

🌡" Sabo we have a new mission for you," Drago said as he entered the office. A new day a new mission, Sabo was getting used to this. It all was so exciting, " Ok I'm ready" he couldn't wait to start.

🌡" Have you ever heard of Y/N?" of course he had, she is known for being smart and clever. No one knows more about her. "Yes I do, but I don't know what she looks like" Dragon placed a picture on the desk, and Sabo went closer to get a better view.

🌡She looked pure and nothing like the rumors. From what he had heard she was seen as a mysterious human being. No one had seen her face, so there was a lot of imagination and stories. " Find her and get her here to safety, the government wants her. You will find her on a navy ship"

🌡 Sabo sets of with Koala the two of them should be enough. They needed to be quiet not to be seen. So to many from the revolutionary army would be too much. It didn't take long to find the ship.

🌡"It's only one Ship, we should split up, Sabo you should try the windows, I will have a look on the deck," Koala said and started to climb. Sabo used a rope so he wouldn't fall into the water. In one he saw her, she was a beauty. He gave Koala the signal to get the marines to go onto the deck. As soon as they left the room he knocked on the window, and she opened it. "Would you like to get away from here?"

Luffy

Luffy POV:

🍖 " Sanji! I'm hungry!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. The cook just nodded and went for the kitchen, all he could think about was meat. "Luffy you need to contain yourself." Robin said in a calm voice.

🍖 "Usopp, Chopper! I wanna Fish!" It didn't take long until the three of them were fishing. It was the perfect weather for it, the sun was bright and a little bit of wind. " this is boring" Luffy just couldn't sit still today, no matter what.

🍖 " Eat this and shut up" Sanji sat his plate on the swing. "Looks delicious" He got even happier! It was all meat! The food was gone in a blink of an eye, ha starter to choke on the food like always.

🍖 "Hey if you are finished, come back I have a great feeling," Usopp smiled like he always does when he has a little lie on his mind. "Once I was able to get a 10 000 ft long f...." "I CAN SEE ANOTHER SHIP AHEAD!" Zoro yelled, from the crows nest

🍖 "Get ready everyone!" Nami yelled, Luffy Stood up holding his hat. Usopp and Chopper got ready for a battle with the others. " It's The Straw Hat pirates! Brace Yourself men!" A girl yelled

Y/N POV:

🍖 " Do we have everything we need before the next island?" Y/N asked her right hand. He opened the storage book and saw through it twice. "Looks like we only miss some cannon balls," he said and showed you the book.

🍖 The two of you went on deck to see that some of your crew were fishing, some relaxing and some were hardworking. " Can you see anything you asked as you took a glance at the at sea.

🍖 "it's a nice day to day wouldn't you say" the ship's doctor approach you. "Yeah it is, still I find it a bit too quiet," for the last couple of days you had been hunted down by marines and bounty hunters. After The worst generation, they have seemed to be more active.

🍖 "Captain I can see another pirate ship!" You're left-hand man came over by your side with a telescope. You too it up to your eye, you had seen that flag a lot of times in the paper. " It's The Straw Hat pirates! Brace Yourself men!"

🍖 The battle cries raised from your crew the closer you got to The Straw Hats. You got ready to board the ship when, Straw Hat Luffy asked "Hey! Are you pirates!"

#one piece #the strawhats #straw hat luffy #whitebeard one piece #ace one piece #sabo the revolutionary #sabo one piece #ace x reader #sabo x reader #luffy x reader

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lewiscarrolatemybrain · 7 months

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I said it in the tags of a previous post but it's too cute and funny to stay hidden there and I'll take any opportunity to spread my Feral Ace Agenda, so:

Ace likes to perch on Whitebeard's shoulders and groom his mustache like a little monkey, and Whitebeard 100% just Lets Him. His 'stache has never been so perfectly neat and tidy! Usually it's a little worse for wear by the end of the day but now a single hair gets rumpled out of place and Ace climbs right on up there to rake his little fingers through like a man on a mission.

(Ace also grooms the other wbp of course, he likes to finger-comb peoples' hair and neaten their clothes and clean their hands and faces for them, but it def looks funniest when he does it to Whitebeard. Marco, who has been fighting for his life against the bird instinct to do exactly that since he was like fifteen, is lowkey kinda jealous even though he is absolutely also welcome to preen Whitebeard if he was willing to put up with his siblings' teasing about it)

#One Piece #portgas d ace #Whitebeard #whitebeard pirates #edward newgate #marco the phoenix #fire fist ace #feral ace agenda

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myonepiece · 3 years

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Hi! May I request a hcs for Ace,Law, Doflamingo reacts to seeing their s/o visiting them as an angel at night ( their s/o dies from illness or battle injuries ) ???

dead s/o visits them at night as an angel

w/ ace, law, doflamingo

warnings: reader death, angst

knowing of ace's past, and current thoughts of himself, a whitebeard had refused to let his son be alone at a tiime like this, not only that but he knew what it was like to lose someone so close to you

so the two, father and son, sat on the deck of their grand ship as the stars shined brightly overhead and a faint wind swept over the area, the two sipped idly on their sake

as a shooting star crossed the sky, whitebeard called ace's name and the young boy looked up at him, to find him staring straight ahead with an unfamiliar look of uncertainty

ace looked across the deck and his cup clattered to the floor spilling the contents onto the wood, a lump appeared in his throat as the familiar figure of his lover formed in a shimmering fog-like state across the deck

tears quickly spilled over ace's eyes and he let out a choked breath before he stood up and dashed across the deck towards y/n, throwing open his arms as they smiled brightly at him, only to pass right through them

ace froze, and waited a moment before turning around and facing the very same illusion in the very same place, he slowly circled around until he was facing them once again

"hi sweetheart." y/n said sweetly, corners of their mouth turning up in a smile,

"y/n, w-what are you- why-.... i missed you."

"awh i missed you to my love, how are you doing?"

"i- not- not good. i miss you so much-" ace let out a choked sob as his face cracked into a grimace and his shoulder dropped significantly.

"i can't do this without you, y/n." he breathed out, tears cascaded down his freckled cheeks and whitebeard (who'd been silently observing from his chair) felt his heart squeeze a little more at the look of hurt on his young son's face

y/n's smile fell warmer, "i'm sorry my love, i didn't mean for this to happen- but sometimes that's just what happens in life."

ace sniffled and nodded quickly, and y/n opened their arms for him, remembering the first time, ace moved closer slowly and placed his arms around the air of the figure, feeling that he would slip right through, and y/n's arms closed around him like wind embracing him

"ace, my love, don't ever forget how much i love you. take your time now, love- you'll see me again when you're done."

ace nodded again, and before he knew what happened, the luminescent figure had disappeared, ace's head dropped along with his arms, and he stared blankly down at the floor

it was whitebeard who broke the silence, "ace, son, come here." the freckled boy turned around slowly and looked up at his father with puffy eyes and wet cheeks, and the old man patted his knee with his own eyes shinning slightly in the moonlight

ace hurried over to the man and climbed onto his lap, feeling whitebeard place his large hand on his back covering almost the entirety of it, he let himself fall against his captains chest as a whimper left him and his sobs began

as ace cried against whitebeard's chest, the old man let a tear slip past his walls as he realized a chapter of ace's story had finished before he wrote the last sentence

a chill rippled through the air of the room where in law sat with the bear that refused to desert him for the past few hours, and upon seeing the captain shiver, bepo suggested they go to bed

law felt his heart tighten even at those meaningless words, and he sighed into his hands that he rested on.

"just a little longer, bepo." he said, and swallowed the lump in his throat. a few moments passed before another sound was heard, bepo's gasp

"c-captain..." law mumbled as response, but when bepo repeated his name a few more times as the bear was heard shuffling to his feet, the doctor looked up and felt his heart drop to his stomach.

before him, a shimmering image of a late friend stood in front of him, a serene expression painted on there face as they looked across the desk at law, who was at eye level even when sitting.

"hi baby." y/n's lavender laced voice rang through the room and a choked sob came from the bear standing paralyzed near the door.

"y/n-ya." was all that law could say,

"why are you so sad, dear? it's been almost a year already."

bepo's ragged breathing filled the room again, law stared in awe at the scene in front of him as y/n reached out slowly and cupped law's cheek, like a light wind was blown on law's cheek and remained there, law's breath came out in a visible cloud and the blurry figure leaned in closer over the desk.

"cheer up, my love, let me see that smile i love so much." y/n's smile widened, and law could feeling his heart being torn apart, as he couldn't find it in himself to do anything but stare blankly ahead at the figure.

y/n's eyes turned upwards into cresents as their face melted into pure admiration, they leaned forward and touched their lips lightly to law's nose, pulling away and casting a glance at bepo andsoftly saying "take care of him for me, bepo." before their eyes returned to law, and then melted away following the rest of their body

it was suddenly unbearably quiet, and bepo approached his scarily silent captain, biting his lip to silence his own anguish, and he placed his hand on his shoulder

"let's go to bed captain."

..... "just a little longer..." he murmered, staring at the now empty space.

upon hearing y/n's voice once again, closer this time, his eyes snapped open and he slowly lifted his head off the back of the armchair and stared at the translucent silhouette a few feet away

"what are you doing here?" he groggily mumbled, scowling and wiping away the tears falling down his cheeks

"i came to see my love."

doffy's face contorted in anguish and he inhaled sharply. y/n quickly crossed the room and gingerly placed their hand on the blonde's shoulder

within seconds his large hand grabbed onto y/n's smaller one and he stared up at them. they removed his glasses so as to see him better, and his tear filled scarlet eyes stared up at y/n with guilt and anger, and finally after keeping himself tightly wound for months, the man broke,

"i'm so sorry.... i'm so sorry i couldn't protect you!" he yelled, with snot running from his nose and his eyes puffy and rimmed with red, he held y/n's hand to his mouth and firmly pressed his lips to it

"doffy, my beloved, you did everything you could. you have to stop blaming yourself darling, you have to start living again... forget about me, my love. it's time for you to say goodbye."

"no, no it's not. y/n it's too early for you to leave. we have so much more we have to do."

with his eyes shut tightly, doflamingo held their hand against his lips so harshly that as his lips split into a grimace his teeth pressed against... his hand

doflamingo moved his fingers around, searching for something to grab onto, though he knew he wouldn't find what he was looking for

so he covered his mouth with his hand, desperately trying to tell himself he could still smell them, that he could still feel them, that they were still there, that he hadn't killed yet another person he loved, that he wasn't alone again

#one piece x reader #one piece imagine #one piece headcanons #ace x reader #ace imagine #ace headcanons #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace headcanons #portgas d ace imagine #portgas d ace #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law headcanons #trafalgar law imagine #doflamingo x reader #doflamingo headcanons #doflamingo imagine

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omgsquee2001 · 2 years

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Chapter 10: The Hero’s Reunion! Their Names are Fire Fist Ace and [Y/N] [L/N]: Part 2

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“You and your partner have got some nerve, eating in a public place like this, even for a division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates,” the voice said. “Hello, Portgas D. Ace, and [Y/N] [L/N].”

[Y/N] turned around, and their eyes widened slightly. Nozomu awoke, hearing a different voice. The voice sounded threatening.

"Mmm." Nozomu growled lightly, climbing out of [Y/N]'s lap and crawled up to their shoulder. There, in the opening of the restaurant, was Marine Captain Smoker. The owner's eyes widened in shock and fear, looking at Ace.

"Huh? No way! Not the Whitebeard Pirates!" The owner shouted. Everyone in the restaurant stared at Ace and [Y/N] in shock.

"I knew I recognized that mark!" A villager said.

“What’s the second division commander doing here? And whose that person with him, I’ve never seen them before, nor that animal either!” Another said. [Y/N] tensed. They knew that Smoker was strong, and that he had eaten the Plume-Plume Fruit, a fruit that allowed Smoker to turn his body into smoke. [Y/N] glanced at Nozomu.

"Don't attack unless I tell you." They whispered.

"Mew." Nozomu chirped lightly and nodded. [Y/N] knew that if Smoker were to attack, [Y/N] and Nozomu's powers would do nothing against him. Ace smiled calmly and placed his hand on top of [Y/N]'s, silently telling them to calm down and to trust him.

"I'm curious, what's a big shot pirate, a mysterious person with mysterious powers and a mysterious pet doing in this country?" Smoker asked. [Y/N] gasped silently. There was no way that Smoker should have any idea about [Y/N]'s powers, or Nozomu for that matter! As far as the world knew, [Y/N] had eaten a Devil Fruit, just like Luffy, Ace, and Smoker. Ace was still as calm as ever. He squeezed [Y/N]'s hand in reassurance. Ace set down the tea he had been helping himself to.

"My partner and I are looking for someone," Ace said, his back turned towards Smoker. He let go of [Y/N]'s hand, spinning around on the stool. His hat shielded his face for a moment, before looking up at Smoker and smirking. "My little brother." Ace said.

~Luffy~

~[Y/N]~

You stared uncertainly at Smoker. Knowing that Smoker was a Marine and he would do almost anything to arrest a pirate, especially someone from Whitebeard's Crew. Nozomu sat tensely on your shoulder, ready to move at your command. Ace kept smirking at Smoker.

"So, what do you want from me now, Captain? And what do you want with my partner and their companion?" He asked. Nozomu's tail twitched in aggravation.

"I'd just like the three of you to come with me quietly." He said. You narrowed your eyes and moved your hand out to the side slightly, willing the water from Ace's left out tea to gather at your finger tips. Even if your powers would do nothing against Smoker, you wouldn't go down without a fight. Nozomu growled at Smoker. She clearly thought the same thing you did. Ace chuckled.

"No thanks. I think we'll pass." Ace said. You glanced at Ace in slight shock. Back home, watching the anime, you wouldn't be so shocked by Ace's answer. But being in Alabasta, with Ace, in front of the Marine Captain Smoker, it all hit a little differently. Smoker's emotionless expression never changed. Ace glanced at you and smiled, winking a little bit. The wink told you to trust him. You sighed and relaxed your hand, the water droplets fading. You still had your hand tensed, just in case.

"Yeah. Figured you'd say that." Smoker said. Smoker then sighed. "I'm here in Alabasta trying to hunt down another pirate at the moment. To be honest, I have no real interest in capturing you or your partner right now." Smoker said. You glared at Smoker.

"Then just look the other way. It's not that hard." You said. Nozomu hissed in agreement. Ace chuckled lightly at your new found confidence. Smoker narrowed his eyes at you and Nozomu.

"I'm afraid I can't do that," Smoker said. He clenched his hands into fists. Suddenly, they turned into smoke. Ace didn't flinch, still smiling. You stood from your seat, raising one arm above your head and the other resting near your hips, ready to attack and defend Ace if need be. Nozomu jumped to the ground, ready to transform. "Not as long as I'm a Marine." Smoker said. Ace didn't move from his spot. He kept his smirk on his face, not scared at all by the Marine captain in front of him. Smoker narrowed his eyes at the two of you. “And the two of you are part of a notorious pirate crew.” Smoker said. You lowered from your attack position, raising a finger in objection.

“Actually, Nozomu and I haven’t joined a pirate crew yet. So, doesn’t that make us free of arrest?” You asked. Smoker glared at you.

“That may be true, kid, however, just by officiating with pirates, you and your companion are absolutely guaranteed to be arrested along with Ace.” Smoker said. Nozomu growled again. You glanced at your guardian.

"Nozomu," you said quietly. Nozomu stopped growling, she was still tense. Ace’s hat was still hiding his face.

“That’s not much of a reason now is it? And, that doesn’t exactly sound fair for [Y/N] and Nozomu to be arrested for just being associated with the Whitebeard Pirates,” Ace said. Ace looked up and smirked. “So, how about I give you a reason to arrest me.” He said. You looked at Ace in shock.

“Ace!” You shouted. You then sighed and resumed your original stance, ready for a fight against Smoker. There the three of you were. Ace relaxing against the bar, not worried at all. You and Smoker were both ready to attack at any moment.

“Give me food!”

~Ace~

~[Y/N]~

The three people were standing, well, sitting in Ace’s case, completely still, waiting to see which one would make the first move. Unbeknownst to them, a certain rubber boy was rushing towards the restaurant they were currently in.

“GIVE ME FOOD!” Luffy shouted. He extended his arms, gripping onto the open door way. “GUM GUM, ROCKET!” Luffy shouted. He was propelled forward and hit Smoker in the back, sending him flying forward. Ace and [Y/N]’s faces fell into looks of shock as the Marine captain was sent flying at them. [Y/N] quickly grabbed Nozomu and stepped to the side to avoid getting hit. Ace wasn’t so lucky. He, as well as Smoker, and what looked like Luffy, were sent flying through several layers of concrete. The patrons and the owner of the restaurant stared in shock at what had happened. [Y/N] tilted their head and looked at the holes that followed after the two men. Luffy landed on his feet, a wide smile on his face.

“Hahaha! Woo!” Luffy shouted, pumping his arms like he had just claimed victory in a battle. “Food! Now I can eat!” Luffy shouted. [Y/N] and Nozomu stared wide eyed at the rubber boy before them. Sure, his power was amazing in the anime, but to witness his powers in person were a whole different experience. “Ah! I’m starving,” he rushed up to the seat that had been next to Ace’s seat. “Hey, old guy. Give me some food, hurry up, come on.” Luffy said impatiently.

~[Y/N]~

~Luffy~

You tried to bite back your laughter as Luffy started clanging his knife and fork together.

“Food, food, food food! Now, now, now now!” Luffy sang lightly, still clinking his utensils together.

"Mew?" Nozomu chirped and tilted her head to the side at the person before her and her partner.

A few moments later, Luffy was stuffing his face.

“Amazing!” Luffy shouted. “This is the best food I’ve ever eaten!” Luffy shouted. The owner looked nervous.

“Uh, yeah, thanks a lot,” the owner said. “But you see, sir,” the owner started. You decided you would deliver the news to Luffy. Nozomu had gone to take her signature place on your shoulder.

“Um, hey,” you said, waving awkwardly. Luffy looked at you, still stuffing his face. “You probably don’t remember me,”

“Nope. Who are you?” Luffy asked through his full mouth. You chuckled.

“As expected. Anyways, you should probably think about running now.” You said. Luffy looked at you without a worry on the world.

“Why’s that?” Luffy asked. You cocked an eyebrow.

“Do you have any idea who you just sent flying?” You asked.

“Who sent someone flying?” Luffy asked, clueless as ever.

“You did.”

“Really? Who was he?”

The owner jutted a thumb at the multiple holes in the wall.

“Who put all those holes there? That’s a weird decoration. So why’d you do it?” Luffy asked, looking at the owner.

“YOU’RE THE ONE WHO DID IT!” The owner and the patrons shouted. Luffy looked at them, not seeming too fazed.

“I did? Really?” Luffy said, continuing to stuff his face.

"Mew!" Nozomu chirped and nodded in confirmation.

Meanwhile, Ace and Smoker were just starting to wake up from being slammed through five layers of cement.

“Damn it,” Ace grumbled, placing a hand on top of his hat to keep it in place. “So what the hell, was that?” Ace asked, clearly pissed off. Smoker sat up, the shocked look on his face returning.

“What, just happened?” He asked. Ace signed and got up, brushing debris and dust from his skin and shorts.

“That couldn’t have been [Y/N] or Nozomu. They were standing right next to me,” Ace muttered to himself. He walked through the many holes, back towards the previous restaurant. “This is ridiculous! Just look at this place!” Ace shouted. He walked through one hole and saw a family looking at him in shock. Ace quickly bowed in an apology. “Oh! I’m sorry. Many apologies for disturbing your meal.” He apologized politely. Smoker followed suit, after lighting the two cigars in his mouth. Ace kept stomping angrily towards the restaurant , where Luffy was still stuffing his face. “What kind of world class idiot would do something like this?!” Ace asked, more to himself than anyone else. When the owner and the patrons saw Ace coming, they bolted, fearful of what he might do. Ace stepped through the first hole, ready to teach the idiot a lesson. His anger quickly turned into joy. You looked at Ace and smiled.

“Oh, hey Ace!” You jutted your thumb at Luffy. “We found him.” You said, smiling. Before either Luffy or Ace could respond, Smoker pushed Ace’s face down into the dirt. Your eyes widened.

“Oh shit.” You muttered. Nozomu growled, ready to defend her partner again. Luffy just kept on eating.

“I’ve been looking for you, Straw-Hat.” Smoker said. Luffy kept eating. “WOULD YOU QUIT EATING?!” Smoker shouted. Luffy continued to stare, you sitting next to him. You tensed your arms, ready to duel out an attack. Luffy seemed to remember the Marine in front of him as he started to sweat. He then spat food out at Smoker, making you cringe.

“You’re that Smokey guy! What are you doing here in Alabasta?!” Luffy shouted. Smoker narrowed his eyes at Luffy. Luffy then held out his hand. “Wait!” He said. He quickly stuffed his mouth with all the uneaten food and lowered his head towards the owner and the patrons. “Thanks for the meal.” He said. He then took off, looking like a chipmunk. Nozomu jumped from your shoulder, landing on the ground. Before Smoker could chase after, you sent out a flurry of air attacks at him, making sure to stall him for the time being. Smoker was sent flying. You reached into your pockets, taking out some Berri and placing it on the table, trying to pay for both Ace and Luffy’s meal. Suddenly, an arm was wrapped around your waist. You looked down and saw Luffy’s arm. You looked back up in shock.

“Oh shi-“ before you could finish your sentence, you were suddenly pulled back, flying through the air. “Sorry about the damage!” You shouted. Luckily, you were able to grab Nozomu before you were sent flying. Ace quickly got back up and raced after the rubber boy and his partner.

“Hey! Wait a sec, Luffy! It’s me! And you can’t just steal [Y/N] and Nozomu!” Ace shouted, rushing after the two of you.

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To Be Continued

Coming Up:

"Hey! Let go of us already!"

"Nozomu!"

"Hang onto me! We're gonna go fast!"

"Not good, not good, not good!"

"Heat Haze!"

"Just give it up. While your power may be smoke, mine is fire. A fight between us would be pointless."

"Ace!"

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//We finally get to see some of [Y/N]’s other powers besides just water! I really hope you guys like this chapter. Let me know what you think in the comments😁//

#portgas d ace x reader #one piece thatch x reader #marco the phoenix x reader #one piece #x reader #monkey d luffy

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the-witch-of-one-piece · 3 years

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Heyo bos Val! If it isn't much, would it be alright if I request a birthday scenario with Marco?

Like Marco and the others trying to set up a birthday party. Maybe a dab of fluff and comedy and an entire tub of failed successful party with someone almost drowning and Whitebeard being drunk before the party even started and all our just chaos.

I've always dreamt that they are all just a fun bunch to be around🤗🤗🤗

Hey Boss Anon!!! Oh of course so I was going to make it Whitebeard's birthday but I changed my mind just because a certain series coming soon it involves his birthday! So this would be maybe the readers party. I hope you enjoy this !!!

Marco x fem reader: Partying with the Whitebeard Pirates

"All this needed for the party?" asking Marco as he instructed people to place the certain items.

"Oh yeah just wait till tonight yoi." Marco responding the same smile you see always on his face . "It will be fun trust me."

That night well you didn't expect the crew to be pretty rowdy since majority of them were a bit older. Sadly no they all act like a bunch of teenagers the sounds of cheering and singing. The drunk crew mate lean on each other for support.

"I can swim." Ace climbing on the rail. "just watch me!"

"Ace no you can't!" Grabbing him by his neck collar getting him off the rail. Half of the crew laughing seeing his drunken face "sit right there!"sitting him down on the ground as he leaned against the post.

Hearing Whitebeard laughing "Gurararara everyone is a child of the sea lass." takin a drink of his sake. "But then again the boy would have drown and the 2nd commander slot would have been open again."

Marco was chuckling " You should have let him we would have fished him out in a min or so." he said

"Your not concerned with the crew acting like this." looking at him.

"I grew up with majority of this crew for years we has some wild parties on his ship no one has died yet. Just relax and enjoy your day." passing you a beer his arm wrapping around your shoulder "this is only part of your gift." he whispered in your ear.

You couldn't even say his name or respond as your face felt hot and possibly looked like a cherry tomato.

"Marco you must have said something really dirty to _______ oh do tell I want to see what make her blushed his red you nasty" Thatch comes up the grinding man holding his large mug.

"Ease off yoi." Marco smirking giving you a side glance. " If you want to know stay tuned by the door like you always do"

"Marco!"

"You dirty birdie the both of ya's" thatch laughing "oi ace another round lets goooooo!" thatch walking to Ace who seemed to be sleeping

"kidding... ______ take it easy just light badgering no harm it just rather cute seeing you flustered that's all." Marco calming voice and lazy expression. "but just you know you are not quiet at all. I'm pretty sure people can hear you. Nothing to be ashamed about. I personally like it yoi."

Your hand covering your mouth trying to compose yourself. Looking around everyone was having a good time and that's all you wanted for your birthday. To you it was just another day but to them it was a celebration! Finally loosening up you began to drink and have fun beginning to sing with the crew , making jokes and even doing a little bit a dirty talk which was Marco was interested in.

#op marco #one piece marco x reader #op marco x reader #marco the phoenix x reader #marco x reader #marco the phoenix #thatbadbruja #valerieswriting #op thatch #op ace #op whitebeard #op marco imagine #whitebeard pirates #whitebeard crew

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holykillercake · 4 years

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Piña Coladas

pairing: Marco x Reader

word count: 2k

summary: You are loyal to your captain and your team, so you would do everything to win. Even shoot your boyfriend.

highlight: ¨I don´t like when your tattoo is covered.¨

warning: implied smut

notes: Guys, I really want to thank each and every one of you for the love and support <3 Also, picture this as a crossover between laser tag and paintball!

𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘, 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊!

¨Ok, assholes, listen up!¨ your freckled captain uttered loudly due to the music blasting outside of your headquarter. ¨They have Haruta and Speed Jiru, those sneaky bastards, so we´re gonna have to be careful here, ok? They also have an extra person compared to us! So focus the fuck up!¨

The Whitebeard Pirates made a strategic stop at the Sabaody Archipelago for provisions, which meant that it was time for the Division Commanders and Whitebeard´s left-hand and only daughter, you, to engage in your periodic Bubble Laser Tag battle.

The teams were sorted out, and one would always have an extra member. The team captains were for the first time, Ace and Marco. And despite loving the First Division Commander, you were obliged to take a vow to serve and honor your team and your captain as long as the game ran.

¨Y/N you´re the faster one here and the smallest, so I´m counting on you.¨ you saluted him ¨Izo, you´re the best sniper we have, so place your freckled butt in a strategic place and shoot the fuck out of those motherf-¨

¨OI, OI, OI, OI!¨ all of you shouted at Ace.

¨Calm down, cowboy! Don´t you think you´re taking this far too seriously?¨

¨No! Do you know when was the last time I was captain?! And do you know how many losses in a row I have?! This is my pride, Y/N! You´re with me or against me?!¨

You couldn´t face him without laughing, he was just so stupid sometimes. But you made sure to let him know that you were on his side - not that you had a choice, though.

The teams were called The Bird Brains and The Freckled Butts. Yes, the captains chose each other´s team's name, and naturally, nothing good could come out of it. The worst part was having to run around with a tag that said ¨Freckled Butt¨ on your gear.

In Ace´s team, you had, well, you, Thatch, Izo, Fossa, Namur, Blamenco, and Kingdew, and in Marco´s team were Vista, Haruta, Speed Jiru, Atmos, Curiel, Jozu, Blenheim, and Rakuyo.

¨They will definitely use Jozu and Atmos as sacrificial lambs to get to us.¨ Thatch pointed out.

¨Ok, so we´re leaving them to you, Izo.¨ Ace spoke.

¨I´m guessing Haruta and Jiru will be doing the same as Izo, hiding somewhere and making surprise attacks.¨

The rules were pretty simple:

1) No Devil Fruit ability could be used. Not after Ace almost burned the entire place to the ground once.

2) You didn´t have to stay on the ground. You could use whatever you had at your disposal to climb the walls or even the ceiling.

3) If the captain is out, the team is out.

¨Ok. So, Thatch, you´ll cover for me; Namur will cover for Blamenco, and Kingdew will cover for Fossa. Izo and Y/N will go solo.¨ you furrowed your eyebrows.

¨Wait, I´m not covering Izo?¨

¨No, Y/N. You are our special pawn.¨ he said in a devilish and malicious tone. ¨I said I want a glorious victory this time. Your job will be to end this game as soon as possible.¨

¨Still not following, Fire-Fist.¨

¨We´ll make sure no one gets to you while you go find your birdie and end him!¨ he burst in a maniac laugh.

¨You really think Marco is that stupid?!¨

¨No, but he´s a man, Y/N.¨ you gasped, outraged.

You faced your crewmates, all of them smirking at you.

¨What are you now, a pimp?! Izo, say something, defend my honor!¨

¨I would Y/N, but not only he´s my captain today... he´s kinda right.¨

¨Besides, we´re all very familiar with you guys getting business done.¨ Thatch rested his arm on your shoulders. At this point, internal bleeding caused by severe embarrassment was killing you not so softly.

¨You know what? I think I´ll kill you all first!¨ you threatened the commanders.

The entire arena turned red, and a loud 10 seconds countdown began. You put your goggles down and tightened your grip on the gun, comrades doing the same.

¨We´re counting on you, Y/N. Put your freckled butt to work!¨ Ace said and stormed out before you could beat him.

Still analyzing his request and your options available, you decided to stay hidden in the shadows. Head down, and powder dry - or paint wet.

The music was so intense you could feel your lungs vibrating with every beat, sometimes knocking the oxygen out. The whole place was dark with colorful light beams flashing in every direction.

After 5 minutes of resting in the shadows, you opted for what you thought would be the best thing to do, plus you had the benefit of being smaller than those brutes, so you fit in places they didn´t.

And you just had found yourself the perfect spot right behind the stage lights at the top of the arena. Getting up there was a little tricky, the light rays almost blinded you - plus the risk of you being caught - and you were not sure you could hide there. Technically it was not against the rules.

¨If I were a hot birdie piña colada, where would I be?¨ you tried to channel into your lover´s brain.

That was actually a good hideout, you spot many of the commanders running around the field. You loved how they took it seriously as if their lives depended on it.

A loud buzz played every time someone was eliminated, although they didn´t say from which team unless it was the captain. You´ve heard zero buzzes so far, showing how inspired and determined they were.

You finally decided to follow your captain´s order when 10 minutes passed, and no one had gotten eliminated. Your stomach craved for food and you were really bored.

You´d always choose the biggest arena since guys like Kingdew and Jozu wouldn´t fit in the normal one. So this one was larger, taller, and had more obstacles. Bubbles in all shapes and sizes, picturesque barricades, and tricky mirrors. Finding Marco was going to be tough... if you didn´t have a card in your sleeve.

Again, it was not against the rules, and you wanted to eat something. Besides, this victory was more meaningful to Ace than to Marco. So you took your lover´s vivre card from your pocket and placed it on your palm, waiting for it to guide you.

¨Bingo!¨ you spot a fluffy pineapple crown not so far from you. The problem was to reach him before he moved again.

Your plan was not to shoot him from the distance, you knew better than that. You were going to approach, engage naturally and eliminate the target. Based on the field, the track he took so far, and his usual train of thought, you had a good guess of what he was planning to do.

The path he was taking led you to believe that he was advancing towards a barricade, a good place to hide, but that would offer him no visibility of his opponents. Was he planning to lay low while the rest of you killed each other? That didn´t sound like him.

The job that had been entrusted to you within the Whitebeard Pirates was to analyze each mission´s goal, come up with several different plans of approach - or attack - and predict the possible failures or setbacks. And you did all of that alongside Whitebeard himself, and all sixteen commanders. So, to guess the strategy Marco was going for would be easier than steal a child's candy.

Well, actually, you were able to guess his final destination, not his strategy.

Without losing any more time, you ran and hid behind the barricade, waiting for your boyfriend to arrive.

¨Whatever.¨ you thought.

¨Don´t shoot!¨ you squealed and threw both hands in the air.

¨Really, Y/N? This is how you play?¨ Marco asked, putting his gun down.

¨When I am hungry, yes!¨ you bent slightly, faking an exhausted state.

¨What are you doing here, yoi?¨

¨Looking for Izo, I was supposed to cover for him.¨ you struggled with the weird sensation of lying to Marco.

He hummed and leaned against the wall, wiping a bit of sweat off his forehead. The lightning was awful, but it was enough for you to see his messy hair and those lazy eyes that made you almost forget the mission.

¨Why are you staring, yoi?¨ he gave you a smirk and a quick nod.

¨Nothing. Uhm...¨ you bit your lip as the butterflies started to go insane inside of you ¨...it´s so rare to see you carrying a gun...¨

The first commander watched you with a raised eyebrow and a playful grin ¨Yeah, so?¨

The two of you entered a parallel universe, the lights changed according to the muffled beat of the music. And it was hot. Flaming hot, burning hot.

Your breath was slow but heavy, and your mouth ran dry with adrenaline on your veins. Not because of a stupid plan or stupid game but because he made you lose whatever control you had over your body and mind.

You let go of the gun and raised your hand until your fingers touched the skin of his face, tracing a slow path to his parted lips. He watched you like you were a rare creature, an angel forgiving his sins or a siren taking his life. His large hand held yours, and he placed kisses on your fingers, the same fingers that would pull the trigger by the end of this. You wondered if he already knew.

Marco hooked his finger on the belt holders of your jeans and turned you, making you hit the wall, and oxygen left your lungs in a puff. Didn´t take long until he attacked your neck, tasting your salty skin. Your fingers pulled his hair as your body arched involuntarily, cold shivers reaching every part of you.

His eyes were soaked in lust when he stopped marking your neck and stared at you like a hungry predator. Your teary eyes traveled to his chest looking for his tattoo, but it was covered by the stupid gear.

¨I don´t like when your tattoo is covered.¨ you spoke.

He leaned to your ears and said in a whisper ¨Then uncover it.¨

He was teasing you, he knew what you were supposed to do and was torturing you.

¨I-I can´t...¨ your voice came out weak ¨I... I have to-¨

¨What, yoi?¨ his grin was malicious.

¨I have to shoot you.¨

Marco leaned again, getting really close to your lips but never touching them. Instead, he took your paint gun and put it in your hand. You laughed, asking yourself if you truly believed you would be able to fool him. He gave a quick kiss before stepping back so you could end your mission.

¨You really don´t mind letting Ace win?¨

¨Ace can have the victory.¨ he shrugged ¨I have something better, yoi¨

You blushed with his comment, and fireworks exploded in your chest.

¨I love you, bird brain.¨

¨I love you... freckled butt.¨ he laughed, probably embarrassed for the name he chose.

¨This is going to hurt me more than it will hurt you.¨ you raised the gun to his gear.

¨I hope so, yoi.¨

¨Ready?¨

¨You know I´ll make you pay for this later, right, yoi?¨

¨I´d be disappointed if you weren´t planning to.¨

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