#ace angst

[thinkofahappyplace]

♡ Nightmares

✎ w/ Luffy, Ace, Sabo ✎ ANGST ✎ Synopsis: he wakes up from a nightmare about you

♡ Luffy Luffy jolted awake, finding himself in a dark room with sweat-soaked blankets. His heart beat was erratic as he looked around, picturing your tear streaked cheeks and scared, pleading eyes. Your cabin. He throws his blankets off and stumbles out of his hammock, paying no mind to the complaints of others and making a beeline for the door. The cold air bites his cheeks and suddenly the sheet of sweat covering his body is like ice, but he hurries on. He pauses when he gets to your door, placing his hand on the knob and bracing himself, not completely convincing himself he'll find your sleeping form when he opens it. Inhaling the icy air in a quick breath, Luffy opens the door and a small rectangle of light falls on the sleeping forms of his crew. His eyes immediately find your body, knee poking out of the covers and hair spread across your pillow like a web. Slowly, Luffy makes his way to your bedside, pulling the covers back slightly and slipping in beside you. You move towards his warmth and he accepts you into his arms and sweeps his hands tenderly over your back, hands slipping beneath your shirt to press the pads of his fingers against your warm skin. He closes his eyes and sighs against the crown of your head, heart slowing and body falling weak with exhaustion.

♡ Ace Ace jolted awake, looking around at the dark room lit only by rays of dim moonlight through the windows. He's in his cabin. Where are you?Whipping his head to the side where you had fallen asleep the night before, he finds a pile of blankets messily pushed off him. Where are you? His heart spikes in his chest and his stomach drops, he thinks he might puke. Where are you?! He shoots to his knees, frantically looking around the dark room in vain, he grabs at the sheets under him in frustration, breath getting caught in his throat as a million idea of what could be happening to you swim through his head. The sheets shuffle, he freezes. He grabs at the pile of blankets and pulls at them, locating your sleeping form which he'd accidentally covered when pushing the sweat-soaked sheets off his body. The moonlight outlined your silhouette and Ace felt like he'd been splashed with cold water, the sweat on his forehead turning icy in the cold room. He sits like this for awhile, watching your chest rise and fall with your breath, watching your eyes twitch. Ace wants to reach out and touch you as if you were a jewel-encrusted display at a museum, but he's afraid if he lays a finger on you you'll shatter and be lost in the sheets. You turn over and throw your hand over to where he'd be sleeping, clutching at empty air, and Ace finally moves. Reaching his hand down ever so slowly, so carefully, he lays his fingertips on your hand like he's trying not to break a surface of water. He runs his fingers up your arm, slowly, pressing more of his hand to your skin, feeling the warmth against his own. Ace slides his feet back under the covers and pulls them up to his waist, he takes you by the waist and pulls you flush against him, inhaling the scent of your hair.

He stares at the wall and listens to the sound of your breath, he swears he can feel your heart beat against his. ♡ Sabo Sabo sits panting among messed sheets, chest heaving up and down as your scream echoes through the corridors in his mind. Sweat beads his skin and he raises a hand to push his hair back. His feet appear out from under the covers and upon feeling the cold floor Sabo hunches and lets his mind fall into place. He searches through the anxiety and anger, fear and confusion, and finds that his body is craving you. Like when you get the gnawing idea you forgot something at home, he has the gnawing idea he'll search for you and find nothing but anguish. He grabs the glass of water on his nightstand, gulping it in seconds as stray streams run down his throat. Setting the glass down and throwing on his jacket and shoes, he hurries out the door. Having a mission, you were supposed to get back at one-thirty and it's almost two-thirty, you should be in your room. Sabo nearly runs down the hall, almost running into someone rounding a corner, and knocks quickly on your door. His heart pounds against his ribcage and he feels like his head is foggy with worries, what will he do if you don't open up? You should be back, why wouldn't you be back? Where are you? What if-- the door opens and you peer up the blond man. His eyes are bloodshot and wide with fear, face flushed and sick-looking. Before you can even comprehend what's happening, Sabo pushes you back through the door and pushes it shut behind, shoving his lips against yours as he guides you further into the small room. You put your hands up on his chest and push him back gently, confused and worried. Asking him what's wrong, he stutters out, "I- I- You were- You-" and you wrap your arms around him, cradling the back of his head with one hand as he hurries his head in your neck. He starts taking deep breaths, clinging to you. After a few moments, you feel his body lose some tension and he lets out a shuddering breath. "I'm sorry, I just got worried you weren't back...", he says sheepishly, panic being replaced by embarrassment. You think it's sweet, but you hate how worked up he was and how scared he looked "Sleep here tonight," you say quietly and he relaxes more against you, raising his head and pressing his lips against your forehead.

[willowbelle]

Ghost in the Sheets

❤︎ portgas d ace x reader ❤︎

warning! : this story contains spoilers for episode 483 of one piece! read at your own risk.

warning (two) ! : this is sad. (poetic, but sad. i was going thru it.)

cw: established romantic relationship, kissing, cuddling, angst, loss, grief.

word count: ~700

tagging: @bby-deerling @maddddstuff

Ghost in the Sheets

You find yourself wrapped in Ace's arms, nestled comfortably in bed together. The soft glow of moonlight filters through the curtains, casting a gentle illumination on the room. You feel his warmth beside you, his steady breaths lulling you into a state of contentment.

In the quiet intimacy of the night, you share whispered conversations and tender touches, lost in the simple pleasure of each other's company.

"You know, I could stay like this forever," Ace murmurs, his voice low and soothing.

You smile, snuggling closer to him. "Me too. Just you and me, forever."

As the night deepens, the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you in your own little sanctuary. You find yourselves tangled in the sheets, playful kisses exchanged between whispered words and soft laughter.

Ace's touch sends shivers down your spine, his fingers tracing patterns along your skin as you revel in the warmth of his embrace. Each moment feels like a stolen treasure, precious and fleeting, as you lose yourselves in the rhythm of each other's hearts.

Giggles and sighs fill the room as you playfully wrestle for dominance of the blankets, the moonlight casting playful shadows across the walls. You feel a sense of peace wash over you, knowing that in this moment, you are exactly where you belong.

As you both finally settle back into the warmth of the covers, a serene silence envelops the room. With a gentle sigh, Ace caresses your cheek, his eyes filled with an unspoken tenderness that speaks volumes.

"I love you," he whispers.

A smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you meet his gaze, feeling the weight of his words wash over you like a warm embrace. "I love you too."

In that moment, time seems to stand still, the world outside fading into insignificance as you bask in the glow of each other's presence. It's a simple declaration, but one that holds the power to move mountains.

With a contented sigh, you nestle closer to Ace, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat echoing your own. You know that you are exactly where you belong – in the arms of the person who completes you in ways you never thought possible.

——

As the night wears on, you hold onto the fleeting moments with Ace, cherishing every laugh, every touch, every whispered confession of love. But as the first light of dawn begins to filter through the curtains, a sense of impending loss washes over you.

You feel the dream slipping away, like sand through your fingers, as the warmth of Ace's embrace fades into the cold light of day. Panic grips your heart as you cling desperately to the remnants of the dream, knowing that once the sun fully rises, he'll be gone from your grasp.

Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes as you watch the room slowly brighten, the shadows of the night retreating before the relentless march of morning.

As light begins to fill the room, you feel a sense of reluctance stirring within you. Reality beckons, its call growing louder by the second; piercing, unavoidable. It pulls you away from this perfect moment and back to where the harsh world awaits, just beyond the confines of your room.

“Ace,” you murmur anxiously, “The sun’s coming up.”

“Ace?”

——

With a sharp gasp, you bolt upright in bed, your heart pounding in your chest. Panic courses through your veins as you frantically search the empty space beside you, desperate for any sign of Ace.

But the bed remains empty, the sheets cool to the touch, and the room silent except for the sound of your own ragged breaths.

Tears well in your eyes as you cling to the fading remnants, longing for just a few more moments in his embrace. But the harsh reality of his absence refuses to be ignored, leaving you with nothing but a hollow ache in your chest.

Why’d you have to wake up?

author's note: imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorry

[discodreaming]

enchanted.

"you'll come back and visit, right, ace?

Ace’s smile lights a fire within your chest, the way your breath escapes you as he laughs loudly. 

He makes you a promise right there, promising that of course, he’d come back to see you.

You believed him.

You watch as the paper in your hands catches on fire, burning away into nothing but ash within your hands. 

Flashes of images go through your mind, every single one of Ace and you under the stars. Ace and you speaking within soft whispers on the beach. The way Ace had made you feel the entire time he was here with you. 

You crumble onto the ground, the remnants of the burned paper coddled against your chest as you scream in despair. Your sobs echoed into the night sky as you begged for anyone to bring back Ace… To bring back the boy with the sun for a smile. 

Begging to let you say the thing you were holding back the entire time he was here, thinking you could tell him when he returned. 

i was enchanted to meet you...

[licorice-tea]

When The Tide Comes Out

Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x reader

Content: angst, fluff, h/c kind of… also kissing😽

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: first time writing about Ace!! also i LOVE orville peck and this scenario just fit perfectly with this part of his song, “Blush”! Ace is so like… cowboy adjacent, too, so i think this kind of music is fitting for him! please enjoy and lmk what you think <3

There’s something ‘bout men that I don’t understand

You never would know how Ace did it. The constant solo traveling, having to find a new place to sleep every night, and not knowing where home is. Because, well, his home is a ship. He’s brave and responsible enough to take care of himself- you know that much- but still…

It’s a lifestyle that makes no sense to you.

On the other hand, you’ve never been one to stray far from home. You prefer to stay on your island, only going on the occasional vacation with family or friends. Still, you’ll always know where to come back to when the fun is over. And even then; you’re surrounded by people who carry the same feeling of comfort as your bed would.

Ace doesn’t have that. And he doesn’t seem to need it, either. He races around the globe in search of revenge. He calls it justice, but when you see the fire in his eyes- normally so full of warmth and comfort- you’re confused. It’s a scary look, one that you’d hate to ever see directed towards yourself. But, Ace could never direct such rage toward you. He barely gets to see you, why waste any time on bitter feelings?

Yet, he always leaves you. You’ve opened your door to him countless times; told him he was welcome to stay for as long as he wants. And every time, he chooses to leave after a night or two.

They’re always leaving wherever they’ve been

For what must be the hundredth time, you walk Ace to your front gate. You live in a nice rural area near the beach, and your front yard has its own garden and fish pond. It’s picturesque, and a home that most people (couples, specifically) could only dream of owning someday.

He hugs you tightly, burying his face in your hair with no shame.

“I miss you already.”

“Then stay.”

Ace shakes his head, surely messing up your styling, before he pulls back to face you. “You know I can’t.”

A thought tries to escape your mind, but your lips press together after a second thought. His hands brush a strand from your cheek- and you let him for a moment- but then you catch his wrist. “But you can, Ace.”

Brush it off with a shrug, I don’t know much about love

He sighs and a wince passes over his features; as if he’s in pain. “Let’s not do this right now, baby, please.”

“Don’t you baby me, Ace. You leave me alone for months on end and- and what? I’m supposed to just be content with seeing you for a few weeks out of the whole year?”

“… I’m sorry, I really am.”

This time, you’re the one to sigh and shake your head with a pained expression. “No it’s… I know what you’re doing is important to you.”

“But you’re important to me, too. You’re where home is.” The sentiment squeezes your heart- it feels like it’s about to burst.

“I know.” You try and offer a smile, so at least your last few moments together for god knows how log will be happy ones.

He laughs dryly at your obviously forced smile. Ace feels like he’s failing you, in all honesty, with no solution or viable compromise that will suit both his career as a pirate and the love he wishes to continue growing with you. “I’m not doing too great at this, am I?”

“You’re doing your best.” You pull him back in for another hug, and whisper against him. “I love you, Ace.”

He smiles into your neck. “I love you too.”

Still I give it a try now and then

You’re the first one to let go, pushing him away gently. “Go, before I try and stop you.”

His smile is strained, yet still bright and handsome. “I’ll come back sooner next time, okay?”

“You better. Or else I might have to find a replacement.”

Ace laughs and you giggle along with him. “Nah, I’m not too worried about that.” He presses a sweet kiss into your lips. “I mean it though. I want to make this work, and I want to be here with you.”

This time around, your smile is more genuine. “Then I can’t wait.”

Your hands turn his hips away from you as you playfully push him out the gate and toward the beach. “Now go so you can hurry back!”

The two of you laugh as you run down to where his raft is stationed on the shoreline.

Saddle up and ride on down

“You have my vivre card?”

“Mhm,” you pull it out of your pocket, “and you have mine?”

Ace lifts his hat to show you the card stitched onto it. “Always.”

He pushes the small boat out of the sand, and it floats in place. It’s powered by his own devil fruit, so there’s no concern of it drifting away without its owner. Who, as he turns back to you, gives you a look of longing. After a moment his face moves closer to yours, so you’re both smiling softly and nearly connected at the lips. Ace grips your waist and kisses you. It’s more passionate this time, and full of all the love and desire he has for you that he can fit into one action.

You huff in amusement. “Be safe.”

Ace nods. “I will.”

Maybe when the tide comes out

With reluctance, Ace releases his hold on your sides and wades in the shallow water. First he throws his bag on it, then lifts himself onto the deck of the Striker.

You wave goodbye, and he waves back. Theres a halo of sunlight cast from behind his dark curls and broad shoulders. Then, with a few sparks so as to get further from you and not accidentally burn you, the Striker moves further into the rising water. The realization that it’s high tide washes over you much like the waves themselves. You’re soaked up to your knees by now, but it’s no matter. You would swim across the whole ocean if only to get closer to him.

Ace and the Striker grow smaller and smaller in the distance, but you can still see his arm waving high in the air. You wave back with equal zeal, hopping up and down. His shouts of “I love you!” and “I’ll see you soon!” grow quieter, so you’re not even entirely sure when he stops.

Eventually, once he’s out of your field of vision, you turn back. You walk the same path up the beach- 2 pairs of footsteps still visible in the sand from your trip down to the shore just moments before.

Without your lover’s laughter in your ears, the creak of the gate is nearly deafening.

[lawsvalentine]

Dreaming of You • Ace x Fem!reader • (ANGST/FLUFF)

CW: post marineford spoilers ahead, reader is apart of the whitebeard pirates, a lil bit of angst, grief, kissing, Ace visits reader in her dream one night

Cee’s Note: i miss him sm 😢 i hope y’all enjoy

Song inspo: Dreaming of you- Selena

It’s been a while since you’ve gotten proper rest. Not since…that day.

The day your entire world was turned upside down.

Every night you cried yourself to sleep, only to be awakened by nightmares of the events of the Paramount war. Reliving his death over and over again, as if your mind was trying to torture you.

It got so bad, that you dreaded sleep altogether. The skin under your eyes darkened from fatigue and your sullen features made you unrecognizable by your crew. You always had the kindest smile and was filled with so much laughter but now your eyes looked empty and you barely spoke anymore. Marco was beginning to worry for your health. The death of pops and Ace still hurt him, but he could tell you were dealing with it the worst. After all, Ace was more than just a crew mate to you.

He was your lover

One night, Marco insisted you get some rest. Before you could protest, Marco already cut you off, declaring it’s the “doctor’s order”. You reluctantly secluded in your personal quarters to turn in for the night. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you had managed to drift to sleep pretty quickly, exhaustion finally taking over. As your eyes fluttered shut, you prepared yourself for yet another dream of pirates and marines fighting and your boyfriend having a hole punched through him. However, you were met with a warm smile and gentle brown eyes.

“Ace?”

You could faintly make out his adorable boyish grin and the freckles that decorated his nose and cheek.

“Hey sleeping beauty,” he winked.

Your eyes widened and before you knew it, you practically tackled him in a tight embrace.

“Whoa…haha…looks like someone’s excited to see me”, he chuckled, placing a kiss atop your head.

The warmth emulating from his body and his familiar scent overwhelmed your senses.

You raise your head from his neck, still in awe that it was actually him. You graze your hand against his freckled cheek before bringing your lips to his.

You missed the feeling of his toned arms holding you against him, the way his soft lips felt against yours, the way he hummed against your lips.

You couldn’t help the tears that flowed down your cheek as you had longed for his kisses for so long. When he broke the kiss, he noticed your tear stained face and concern laced his handsome features

“Y/N, hey hey,” he cooed, rubbing his thumb against your cheek as you continued to sob. You couldn’t help it. You missed him so fucking much and being able to kiss and hold him again was just too much.

“C’mon Y/N, we talked about this,” Ace sighed, thumb still swiping the tears off your cheek.

Your weeping pauses at his words, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

“I have to bring Teach to justice for what he did, you know this”, Ace continues, not catching your confused features.

Suddenly a sense of deja vu hits you at his words. You two have had this conversation already. This was the last conversation you had with Ace before he left to hunt down Blackbeard.

You remembered how upset you were about Ace going after Teach. You had a gut feeling about the whole thing and when Ace refused to listen, you remembered how angry you were with him. Looking back now, you hated that your gut feeling was right, but hated more that you couldn’t do more to stop him.

“Ace, please,” you croaked, your eyes holding so much sadness, “don’t go”

If you could just convince him, everything will be okay again.

You wouldn’t feel empty anymore.

“If I don’t do this, I could not live with myself as a commander. I know it’s hard but I really need you to believe in me”, Ace says as he holds your hands in his.

Realization dawned on you, as you gazed at the man before you. You knew him too well to know that once his mind is set, there’s no talking him out of it. You couldn’t change the outcome, no matter how much you wanted to. After all, this was just a dream.

“I do believe in you, Ace,” you squeeze his hands, your thumb rubbing circles against the back of his palm.

There’s so much you want to say to him. So many things you wished you could have said before it was too late. But for some reason, the words weren’t coming out, you just stared at him with glossy eyes as he smiles at you.

“I will be back before you know it, I could never leave my girl all alone for too long” he smirks.

‘But he did’

“Can you just lay with me, Ace”

Ace smile grows bigger and he lays you both down. Your back is against his chest as he holds you from behind. He litters soft kisses to the side of your neck and cheek.

“I love you so much Ace”

His lips pause against your neck, and he tilts his head to look you in your eyes.

“I love you too Y/N”

Your eyes well up again and you try your hardest to swallow the lump in your throat.

“Please never forget that. You are loved and you deserve the world. It is so unfair what life has thrown at you. I wish things were different but just remember how loved you are” you whisper to him.

Now his eyes started to well up and all he could do was capture your lips in a passionate kiss.

.

[writingforcuteppl]

In The Stars

PAIRING: Portgas D. Ace x Reader

SUMMARY: “Now you’re in the stars, and six feet never felt so far. Here I am alone, between the heavens and the embers.”

GENRE: Angst

WARNINGS: Established relationship. Mentions of death. Swearing. SPOILERS!

WORD COUNT: 1k words

“Y/n, please, just come back to the village. You need to rest.” Marco was worried.

It’s been over a month after Ace’s death, and you don’t even dare to move from his grave. There have been times when Marco had to pick you up from the ground since that was the only way he was able to at least make you eat.

But at this point, he doesn’t know what to do anymore. He’s tried everything, but you just keep coming back here.

“Just ten more minutes. I promise”

“We both know that’s a lie. You cannot keep doing this to yourself.”

“I just… I can’t…” This month, you’ve been silent. Speaking just when it’s strictly necessary. Not because you don’t want to, but because every time you dare to talk, you start to feel a lump in your throat. And even having a normal conversation becomes harder.

“He wouldn’t like-”

“Stop. He’s not… here…” You couldn’t bring yourself to say the last word. Saying it would make it a reality, and you still couldn’t accept the fact that he was gone forever.

“You can't keep doing this. Coming here daily, sneaking out at night, just to return here. If you keep doing this, not sleeping, not eating well, you will end up dying.” you wanted to laugh at his comment. Marco used to be one of the most reckless people you knew in your entire life, and here he was, worried that you may die. 

“Don’t you think that’s… a little bit of an exaggeration?” You chuckled and tried your best to show him you could improve if you wanted.

“Don’t you even try to lie to me. Did you forget I’ve known you for as long as I’ve known Ace?” you smiled at his comment, but that smile quickly faded. Pain started to go through your chest. He was right. This wasn’t healthy anymore. You weren’t fine.

But how could you even be fine after losing the love of your life, your partner in crime? There were so many thoughts going through your head right now. Why was life unfair? Why couldn't he just run? You preferred that he was well and alive and not with you instead of him being dead for a million different reasons. It would be just better like that. At least you could live in hopes of seeing him again. The mere thought of not being able to see his beautiful eyes and pretty smile, not being able to hear his voice, and not being able to hug him ever again was heartbreaking.

You didn’t even realize when Marco sat next to you until you heard his voice way closer than before.

“I miss him too. I’ve been reliving the moment everything unfolded over and over again. Maybe I was able to do something. Maybe if I just-” Marco choked in his saliva. He was just as distraught as you were.

“You should also stop doing that to yourself, Marco'' you managed to say as tears rolled down your cheeks. The thought of living when Ace wasn’t with you anymore seemed horrible. And it looks like Marco was also beating himself up for that.

“He would be so mad at us for being like this. He would definitely tell us to stop being such crybabies,” Marco said as he smiled.

You covered your face with your hands as more tears started to fall. Fuck. How were you supposed to move on from him? Is it even possible to move on from losing someone who meant the world to you? Not only you but someone who was so important to so many people? Were you going to be able to live the rest of your life when everyone knew who Ace was? And maybe, just maybe, knowing someone could bring him up at any given moment?

“I just want to let you know I don’t think you are to blame for even something in this whole situation. You shouldn’t be beating yourself up for something that I know was his decision, Marco.” this was the first sentence you managed to say without being out of breath.

“I know, but god, he was so reckless. He just ugh…” Marco seemed tired. It was the first time you paid attention to him. These huge bags were under his eyes, and his eyes were irritated. 

“I know I can’t live like this forever. It’s just… hard, you know? Yeah, having a pirate life always meant living at risk, but I’ve always thought we would have more time with him.” Finally, your feelings and thoughts that have been eating you alive for the past month were seeing the light of day. And you knew Marco may also be feeling just as you were, with a hole in your chest. It is as if someone took the most important thing in your life. Marco wrapped one of his arms around your upper back, seeking to give you some comfort. At the end of the day, both of you were mourning the loss of someone who both of you appreciated and loved deeply. Who else would know the feeling of loss than your boyfriend’s best friend?

“It won’t be easy, for sure. But at least we got to meet someone like him. That’s the best thing. Don’t you think?” Marco sighed. He was glad to finally hear your feelings. For a reason, he thought you were blaming him, or he thought you had some resentment towards him. But he should’ve known better. You wouldn’t do that.

“I guess you’re right…”

“I’m not saying this for you to just magically get over this situation.” Somehow Marco was aware you wouldn’t like to hear the word “death,” and he wouldn’t fuck up the situation now that you were able to tell him how you were feeling, even if it’s just a little of the big waves of emotions he knows you’ve been experimenting. “But it will simply pass. And one day, you will be able to remember those moments you had with him with adoration, and you’re going to be thankful it happened.”

You stayed in silence as tears kept rolling from your cheeks. Marco was right; well, he was always right. But as for now, you weren’t ready to say goodbye to Ace just yet.

n a v i g a t i o n

[heartfeltcierra]

Marco and Ace (Separate) With an Insecure plus sized reader (Female)

Request- Hi, I really liked your hurt-comfort stories. Could you do Ace, Marco or Vista with a female reader who is not conventionally attractive. Maybe someone makes a comment about looks or weight? I read a lot of stories where reader has a "small frame" and it makes me feel sad about my body. If you don't take request ignore this. Thank you :)

AN- This request hit home, as a plus sized person myself I understand the pain of reader having a "small frame". But it does not make you any less worthy of love! I went with Marco and Ace! Thank you for the request and Thank you @seafoamxshayde for helping me edit!

Masterlist

Warnings- Violence, Self Hatred, mentions of knives, light cussing, mentions of insecurities about looks/weight. Angsty with fluffy endings!

Base Story 

 The atmosphere on the Moby was as lively as ever. The smell of booze laced with Thatch’s top tier food filled the cool night air. You watch as  your fellow crew mates dance around with mugs in their hands- singing songs, sometimes their words slurred. A chuckle escaped your lips. It’s times like this you don’t regret becoming a pirate. You walk over to the only open seat on deck, it was at a table filled with newcomers. You don’t really mind, knowing you need to get comfortable with them sooner or later.

 You slot yourself between two of the newbies. The men looked at you for a moment but turned their attention back to each other. Your plush thigh accidentally brushed up against the man on your right, he snarled before rolling his eyes. Typical. You know these men dream of hot mermaids or drop dead gorgeous women in general. Everything you are not. If you were, the men around you would be pouring your drinks and flirting you up. But you notice the look in their eyes, it calls out “She is undesirable.” And you feel the rejection burrowing deep within your chest. You try to shake your thoughts, tonight is supposed to be fun right? You attempt to jump into a few conversations but we’re dismissed. Not giving up you turned to the man on your left who slammed his mug against the oak table.

 “Man, I have drunk so much I feel like I’m going to die.” He let out a burp and wiped the foam from his mouth. “Too bad if I do. I’ll die without knowing the warm touch of a woman.” An idea popped into your head. You slowly reached out and touched the man's shoulder. The table went quiet as all eyes turned to you.

 “There you go. I hope it was everything you ever dreamed of.” You let out a laugh and gave him a playful smack on the back. The man snickered and his eyes caught yours. 

 “Let me add to my previous statement. I want the touch of a beautiful woman. Am I right, fellas?” Your eyes widened,  the men around you started laughing and banging their hands against the table. Your eyes go to your lap. You look at your stomach, how it sticks out. The same stomach you’ve held a knife up to. Wishing you could cut the fat off. Then your eyes travel to your plush thighs. You realize that even you are disgusted by your flawed body. Ugly. Fat. Undesirable. Freak. These words repeat  like a mantra in your head. The laughter died down and eyes fell on you yet again. You needed to say something. 

 “Yeah.” You could only mutter one word. You followed it with a laugh that seemed to satisfy them. Their conversations switched to different things as you sat mortified. You could feel the building pressure in your face. You wanted to cry, you wanted to scream. Every fiber in your body said to get up and go hide in your self loathing.  

 “Thatch where are you going?” You turn around and see the cook walking towards the kitchen.

 “Someone has to wash the dishes.” Thatch stretched his arms out dramatically. “It’s going to be a tough job.” 

 “Commander Thatch let me do the dishes!” Your voice was shaky, but hopefully he didn’t notice. 

 “Are you sure? You just got here Y/N, you haven't even eaten yet.” He quirked a brow at you. 

 “I’m sure. Plus I do a better job than you.” You throw some playful banter to throw him off your trail.

 “Okay then.” He returned to the table he was sitting at. Ace, Marco, and pops were also resting there. 

 Without another word you make a beeline to the kitchen. Tears pooled in your eyes, causing them to blur. Once you got to the safety of the kitchen and made sure you were alone, you came undone. The sobs that left your mouth echoed in the kitchen. You wonder what it is like to be thin and beautiful, to have that power that could make a man turn his head. You wish you were small, you wish you were cute. But you are big.  You wish you were a delicate flower in the wind, one who could be easily picked up by a man. But you were a rock that had sunk deep within the ocean. A rock no one wanted or sought after. You are worthless. You were drowning in your mind  with an anchor tied around your foot. No one could save you, or so you thought. 

 Marco The Phoenix 

  “NO PLEASE COMMANDER!” A man screams out, pulling you from your thoughts. The blood curdling scream came from the deck. You could not help but be curious, so you peek out of the kitchen door. There was a group of men standing in a circle cheering on someone. Hoping to get a better view you walk out towards the railing. A burst of azure fire shoots into the dark sky. Looking down in the middle of the circle you see Marco in his half phoenix form. He had a skull crushing talon gripped around a man's head. You notice the clothes on the man, the realization hits you like lighting. It was the man from the table.

 “How dare you.” Marco’s voice booms. You have never seen him this angry before, he was always so calm and collected. Seeing him like this was scary to say the least.  “You wanna know something newbie? I can hurt you just as much as I can heal you.” You see blood trickling down the side of the man's head. His body was thrashing around, begging for Marco to let him go. 

 “Marco, I think that's enough. You’ve beat a lifetime of fear into him.” Thatch tried to reason with the Doctor, but it was no good. You wonder what could have got Marco this riled up?

 “Shut it Thatch. I’m only done with him when I say so. I ought to throw your pathetic ass overboard for saying what you said about Y/N-yoi.” Marco removed his Talon only to wrap it around the man's throat. “Now listen up, prick. Y/N may not be beautiful in your worthless eyes, but to me she is the most beautiful woman that ever walked the earth.” That statement made your heart flutter. 

 “Commander, I'm sorry. Please let me go.” The man pawed at the talon. Marco smirked down at him in triumph. He slowly released the talon, causing the man to gasp out for air.

 “So now that we cleared that up.” Marco grabbed the collar of his shirt and brought him close to his face. “I’m not going to kill you so consider it your lucky day. But I recall Y/N went to go do dishes. So you're gonna take her place, got it?” 

 “Yes Commander Marco.” The man got up and stumbled right back to the ground.

 “Good, now hurry before I change my mind.” Marco gave him one last death glance before he ran up the stairs, passing you in at a frantic speed as he busted the kitchen door open.  

 Your head turned back to the crowd below you. Marco was staring right at you with a gentle smile on his face. He must have known you were there the entire time.  Heat rose to your cheeks like a wildfire when your eyes met his. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have a crush on him. But you never acted on it, knowing it would end up in a rejection like they all have. Marco was gorgeous. Tall and strong, yet so gentle. Plus  a doctor of all things.  Why would he ever want someone like you? The negative thoughts seeped back into your mind. The smile that adorned Marco’s face turned to one of concern. Before you could turn and run away a flash of blue stopped you in your tracks. Marco’s blue wings of fire were spread in front of you before disappearing from his body.

 “Hey gorgeous, wanna go talk somewhere more private?” Marco motioned at the sea of eyes below you. The heat found its way back to your cheeks at the attention you were receiving. You nod shyly. Marco placed a hand on the middle of your back and led you to Moby's back deck. You cringe at his hand placement. It was ghosting over the fat you hated so much. You subconsciously pull away from his warm touch. Marco quirked a brow at you as you walked over to the railing. 

 “Marco, I really appreciate what you did and what you said. But you don’t have to lie to make me feel better.” Your nails digged into the wooden railing as tears of frustration rolled down your chubby cheeks. “It’s really cruel to give someone like me hope you know.” You bite your lip in hopes you don’t let out a sob.

 “Lie? Y/N everything I said was the truth.” Marco’s large hand grabbed your shoulder signaling for you to turn around but you couldn't face him. 

 “SHUT UP.” You were at your breaking point. “Marco you know just as well as I do. I am not attractive. And I’m definitely not someone who you should waste your time fighting for. I mean just look at me. I’m a monster. I’m big, I take up too much space. And I-” You turn to face him. You expect the look of disgust like you're used to seeing. But the eyes that look down on you show something different. They were filled with adoration and sadness. His hands grab the railing on both sides of your body, caging you between him and rails.

 “I am looking at you Y/N. But I don’t see a monster. All I see is the woman who I adore more than anything.” He reached his hand to cup your cheek, wiping away the tears in the process . You wanted to retract from his touch, but you craved the soothing feeling they gave. “ I know you don’t see what I see and I know you’ve been told things in the past that make you think what I’m telling you is a lie, but it is not. And if you’d let me, I’d like to prove to you everyday from here on out how much I truly love you. All of you.”

 For a moment you just stared at his face. Looking for signs of malicious intent, but there was none. His brown eyes were soft and twinkled with affection. You never thought a man would look at you like this in your lifetime. This was something you’d only experience in a book, but here you were on the back deck of the Moby sharing an intimate moment with the man you had fallen in love with. 

 “Can I kiss you?” You notice a tint of pink on his cheeks. You shake your head in approval. Marco brought a hand under your chin to tilt it up, his lips connected with yours in a soft, sweet first kiss. The caterpillars you never let grow in your stomach had turned into butterflies. This man really loved you. You are wanted. You are desired. You both pull away and take in much needed air. 

 “So I take that as a yes?” Marco’s face was fully flushed and you don’t think it’s from the lack of oxygen.

 “Of course it’s a yes.” Marco let out a relieved sigh. Your emotions were running wild, you could feel tears trying to start again. 

 “Hey now, no more tears, pretty girl. Even if they are happy ones. I don’t think my heart can handle it.” He brought his hand up to his heart dramatically causing you to laugh at his antics.

 “Okay fine. No more crying. I’d hate to kill the best and only doctor on the ship.” A new found confidence finds its way to you as you reach up and take his hand from his chest, lacing it with yours. His hand grips yours back giving you all the reassurance you need.  “We better hurry back to the party. Hopefully there is some food left for us.” Marco’s eyes widened. You and him both know food goes fast on the Moby. 

 “Oh crap you're right. Now that you mention it I’m starving.” You hear a grumble form in Marco’s stomach. 

 “I guess almost killing a guy and confessing to me has worked you up an appetite.” You laugh as you begin to walk with Marco hand in hand. 

 “It did. But I’d do it all over again. Both kicking that bums ass and confessing to you dear.” He brought your hand up and kissed your knuckles. The gesture makes your heart flutter. 

 The Moby was still lively even after the fight that took place. If anything it was more so. Marco led you to the table with Pops, Ace and Thatch. Pops let out his signature laugh as you and Marco sat down.

 “Son, you sure know how to put on a show.” Marco let out a weary chuckle at pops statement. 

 “Yeah, sorry for the ruckus pops. I just couldn't let that slide-yoi.” His arm reached around you and pulled your body so you were snug against him. “What kind of man would I be if I didn’t stand up for the woman I love.” The men at the table all smiled at Marco’s declaration. 

 “Look who grew some balls.” Thach stuck his tongue out causing Marco to kick him from underneath the table. “OUCH. Dammit Marco I was just joking. But in all seriousness I’m happy  for you both. Dare I say you make a cute couple.” The cook gave a sincere smile.

 “I think so too. Tho Y/N may be a little too good for you.” Again Marco kicked, this time it was Ace who fell victim. “Can’t pull that move on me bird brain.” 

 “Ace I swear I’ll throw you overboard. See how cocky you are then.” Marco stood up from the table and Ace followed . You reached for his purple jacket and pulled him back down to the table laughing your head off.

 “Less arguing, more eating and drinking.” Marco smiled down and gave your forehead a soft peck. 

 “Okay, but only because you're cute.” He sent you a wink that made your stomach do a backflip. “Ace I’ll put your ass whooping on hold for now. With that being said,  let’s dig in.” Marco pulled a huge plate of meat towards you and let you pick your piece out first like a true gentleman. 

 The rest of the night you spent in pure bliss. Not once did you think about your body or how much you disliked how you looked. You ate without any guilt. Your thigh was connected with Marco’s, but he welcomed it. Loving the feeling of your body so close to his. He was proud to call you his, as were you. 

Portgas D. Ace

 

 “Pull yourself together Y/N” You bring your hands up to your cheeks. “I did say I’d wash the dishes for Thatch.” You look at the massive pile and you regret it instantly, but it got you away from the table. 

 You walk over to the sink and turn the hot water on. You pour a hearty amount of dish soap into the flowing water and watch as the bubbles fill the sink. The smell of the lemon dish soap filled your nostrils. It was calming. The handle squeaked as you turned the faucet off. Rolling your sleeves up you got to work immediately. One after another you washed the dishes. Scrub, rinse, repeat, scrub, rinse repeat. You felt like you’ve spent an eternity washing the dishes, but you weren't even halfway through the pile. You let out a sigh as you rest your arms on the sink. Looking down in the water you met with your reflection. You’ve never been one to look in mirrors or anything reflective due to hating what looked back at you. But for whatever reason you were locked on water. 

 You understand why the man said what he said. How could anyone see beauty in this face in the water? You hated her. You hated you. Tears from your eyes and into the soap water below. 

 “Dammit.” Your hand clashed your reflection in the water out of frustration.   

 “Yeah Y/N, show those dishes whose boss!” You yelped in surprise at the voice. You whipped your head around to see the one and only Ace standing with a huge smile on his face. 

 “Ace, what are you doing here?” Your eyes met him for a moment before you looked away. You hoped he didn’t notice your tears.   

 “Hey, what's wrong?” You should have known better. Nothing gets past fire fist Ace.  He walked closer to you. “You didn’t get hurt did ya?” His eyes studied your body to see if there was any injury. 

 “No, I’m fine.” You turn back around and go back to doing dishes. Ace walked up beside you, grabbing the dish you had washed out of your hand.

 “Here, you wash and I’ll dry.” His wide smile sent a wave of comfort over you. 

 “Thank you.” The two of you worked in silence. You would occasionally glance over at him, watching his muscles flex as he dried the dishes. 

 “Like what ya see hmm?” Busted. Yours eyes shot away from the smirking man.

 “I umm,” Your words stutter as you lose the grip on the dish you were washing. It sank back into the soapy water.

 “I’m just teasing ya Y/N. Look all you want.” Ace bumped his hip into yours playfully. You swayed slightly before side eyeing him. Ace has always been a flirt. The attention he would give you made you feel good, but you know it was all just for fun. Ace could have any woman he wanted. You’ve seen the women that throw themselves at him. You could not compete. A man like Ace deserves a gorgeous woman by his side. Not a fat nobody like you. 

 “Hey Y/N what's on your mind. You sure look lost in thought over there.” Ace’s velvet voice pulled you from your bleak thinking.

 “Nothing.” You hand the next dish over to him.

 “Stop lying. You know you can tell me anything.” His hands reach over yours, grabbing some bubbles. You watched as he brought them up to his face. He slapped the bubble on and made what appeared to be a beard. “This is the beard of a trustworthy, sophisticated man.” He made his voice sound deeper than what it was. You couldn’t stop the laughter that erupted from you. Ace smiled happily. “It’s good to see a smile on that pretty face.” 

 “Haven’t you teased me enough tonight?” You roll your eyes and hand him the last dish.

 “Who said I was teas-” Ace cut himself off and started coughing. “Damn I got soap in my mouth, gross.” Ace flung his hat so it hung on his back. He held his tongue out and turned the water on. He stuck his head under the faucet, letting the water drown out the soap taste. You let out a snort at the sight. He turned the water off and brought his head up. Water droplets fell from his dark locks and rolled down his tone chest. “You think that’s funny huh? Well how about this?” Ace shook his head like a dog, making the water shake out and land on you.

 “Ace you jerk!” You step back and grab some bubbles from the sink to throw at him.

 “Ohh so that’s how you're gonna play. Well then, in that case.” Ace grabbed a huge pile of bubbles and threw them at you. “Take this, BUBBLE FIST.” Ace threw the bubble only for them to float gracefully to the floor.

 “That was so lame.” You stuck your tongue out at the pouting man.

 “Yeah, I’ll admit it was very lame.” He scratched the back of his head as a blush found its way to his freckled cheeks. “Well that’s enough fun for now. Now will you please tell me what made you cry?” You know he wasn’t going to stop until you fessed up.  

 “Fine.” You tell him everything that happened. After reliving the incident you started crying again. “But you know what Ace, he wasn’t lying.” Ace watched as you broke down in front of him. His eyes grew darker and darker by the second.

 “You stay here. I’m going to take care of this.” Ace bent over and placed a kiss on your forehead before turning around. You watched in shock as the jolly roger on his back flexed with every angry step he took.

 “Wait, what?” You snap back into reality and realize what he is about to do. “Wait Ace.” You followed behind him but it was too late. He jumped up on the railing and looked down on the party below.

 “Which one of you assholes made my Y/N cry?” Ace yelled out grabbing everyone's attention. Everyone went silent before the man stood up.

 “Y/N, you talking about that fatass that sat beside me earlier.” The man stood up, he was obviously drunk considering he was slurring his words. “I meant what I said. What are you gonna do about it punk?” Ace turned around and looked at you. 

 “Don’t listen to him Y/N. You're gorgeous. Now sit back and enjoy the show.” Ace stretched out his arms and legs. “Hold on to this for me please.” He places his hat on top of your head before jumping off the rails. You watch as his lower half turns into fire. He floats through the air and drops down on the table where the man was, breaking it clean in half.

 “What the hell.” The man fell from his seat and onto Moby's wooden deck. Ace towered over him with a look that would make any man tremble in fear.

 “You brought this on yourself. This will be a lesson you will never forget.” Ace grabbed the man. “Don’t” Punch “Ever.” Punch. “Talk.” Punch. “About my girl.” Ace landed one last blow on the man. 

 “Fuck you and that ugly bitch.” One of the man's teeth fell out with a little blood. 

 “Guess you didn’t learn huh?” Ace grabbed the man's throat. Flames erupt from Ace’s hands. He slung the man back and finished him off with his signature “Fire fist” Sending the man flying over board. You watched the scene unfold slack jawed. The guy deserved it and your glad Ace took care of him, but it was too much. 

 Your knees drop to the floor, causing Ace’s hat to fall beside you. Your vision was turning red and you felt light headed. Why did he kiss me? Why did he refer to me as his girl? Was he just playing with my feelings?  Why would he fight over someone as undeserving as me? Your mind raced before you face planted into the floor, losing consciousness.

 ~~~~A few hours later~~~~

 “You dumbass. Why in the hell did you think that was a good idea?” Your eyes open to see Marco scolding Ace who had a very prominent knot on his head.

 “You're right I’m sorry. It’s just I couldn't just stand back and let that guy get away for making Y/N cry. Seeing tears falling down her pretty face really struck a nerve in me and I acted on it. I don't regret doing it though.” Neither of the men notice you awake.

 “Make sure you take her into consideration next time before diving head first into a fight. You have a lot to learn.” Marco shook his head and looked over at you. A small smile made his way on your face before he motioned Ace in your direction. He turned his body around and ran to your side.

 “You're awake!” Ace kneeled beside your bed and took your hand in his. 

 “How do you feel Y/N?” Marco asked as he brought  you a glass of water, you gladly accepted it and gulped it down. 

 “I feel tired. Other than that I’m fine.” You lift your body off the bed as Ace grabs the empty glass from your hands.

 “Good. I diagnose you with being overwhelmed by this idiot.” Marco wacked Ace in the back of the head. “ Sadly for you Y/N there is no cure. My condolences.” 

 “Oh no, how will I live?” You say dramatically falling back on the bed. You close your eyes and stick your tongue like a dead animal causing both men to laugh.

 “I’m sure you will manage. But in all seriousness you’ll be okay. Stay in bed for the next few days and get some rest.” Marco walked towards your bedroom door and turned the handle. “I’ll leave you two alone. If you need me let me know. I’m sure you two have a lot to talk about.” Marco winked and walked out of the room.  

 “I’m really sorry Y/N. I hope you can forgive me.” Ace’s eyes looked down. He was riddled with guilt and it hurt you to watch.

 “It’s okay, I’ll forgive you if you answer a question for me?” Ace nodded, signaling for you to continue. “Well I guess it’s more like two. First, Why did you kiss me? Second, why did you refer to me as your girl?” 

 “Well, to answer both. I like you. No, if I’m being more honest. I love you Y/N.” Ace smiled as he looked at you. You became aware of his gaze and grabbed a pillow, shielding your stomach from him. “Don’t hide yourself from me.” He reached out and pulled the pillow away from you.

 “Ace, I'm not worth your love. You deserve someone pretty.” You lower your head, causing Ace to click his tongue.

 “The first part is a lie, but I can fully back that second statement. I know you don’t see yourself as the ideal girl. But in my eyes you are everything I’ve ever wanted and then some. You're sweet, you have the cutest laugh, you're fun to be around and don’t get me started on your hips and as-” You throw a pillow before you could let him finish. “Sorry, I deserved that. But what I’m trying to get at is you are beautiful. I wish you didn’t think so poorly of yourself. I will do whatever it takes to show you just how stunning you are.” Ace cupped your cheek in his hand, rubbing up and down lovingly.

 “Ace, what do you mean by that?” Your cheeks heat up under his soft touch.

 “Well pretty, what I’m saying is. Do you want to do this fool the honor of calling you his girlfriend?” Was this real? Did Ace really just ask you out?

 “Am I dreaming?” You reach your hand out and trace your finger over his freckles.

 “Nope, it’s real life. Here let me prove it to you.” Ace leaned over and planted his soft lips on yours. Your hands found their way to his soft hair, gently intertwining your fingers within the dark strands. Ace pulled away and planted little kisses all over your face. The heat in your face from his actions did not go unnoticed, “You look so cute when you're shy.” The smug man winked, causing you to hide your face in a pillow.

 “Portgas D. Ace.” You muffled from the pillow. “You are going to be the death of me.”

 “No, you're not dying anytime soon. We are going to grow old and wrinkly together whether you like it or not.” Ace stood up from the chair and stretched his body. “Now that sounds good doesn't it?” 

 “Yeah, yeah it does.” You pull your face from the pillow to peer up at him.

 “Good. Now, I think I’ve terrorized you enough for one day.” Ace leaned down and kissed your forehead just like earlier. “I’ll let you get some rest sweet girl.” Ace turned to leave but you reached out and grabbed his hand before he got too far.

 “Ace, wait.” He turned and curled a brow at you. “WIll you stay with me, please?” Ace’s expression softened.

 “Of course I will. Is it okay If I lay next to you?” You nod and scooch over in the bed, giving Ace some room to lay down. He took his hat off and threw it on your nightstand. You could feel the heat radiate off him as he laid down in the bed. It took everything in you not to reach out for him. You were unaware how hard you were staring at him until he spoke up. “You know you could stare at me all night or.” Ace lifted his arm out to you. “Or you could come closer so I can hold you.” 

 “But what If I’m too heavy and I-” You hesitated but Ace wrapped a strong arm around your midsection and nestled you into his toned chest. 

 “You will never be too heavy for me sweet girl.” His lips meet your forehead yet again. “Now get some rest, I’ll be right here when you wake up. Goodnight Y/N, sweet dreams.” You let your tense body relax in his hold. Between the warmth of his body and the feeling of protection being in his strong hold gave you, you fell asleep looking forward to all the nights like this to come.

 ~~Bonus~~

 “Vista move, I can’t see.” Izou whispered  while pushing the large man away from the door.

 “Young love, such a heartwarming sight.” Vista swooned at the sight of you in Ace’s embrace.

 “Cut it out you two you're going to wake them up.” Marco came up from behind and dragged them away from the door.

 “Fine.” Izou rolled his eyes and walked away, Vista followed. Marco made sure they left before spying on yours and Ace’s sleeping forms. He hates to admit it, but you are both very adorable. 

 “They grow up so fast.” He shut the door back before walking to his office. “Damn, I sound like a old man.”

[noahxeditz]

Working on somethinggg!~ hehe😇

[beneathashadytree]

Hiiiiii! I wanted to request an angsty fic, where reader is like Scarlet Witch in WandaVision who makes this alternate universe where Whitebeard is alive and like Ace is Vision and they both have kids. While all that's happening in the Hex, the Red Hair Pirates, remnants of the Whitebeard Pirates, and the Straw Hats try to stop her since she's taking over the New World. (The Marines are trying to kill her) I'll leave the angsty details to you since I suck at thinking🤣 THANK YOUUU, HAVE A GREAT DAY!

PICTURE PERFECT - PORTGAS D. ACE X READER

Warnings : Marineford spoilers, mentions of death, blood, gore, and the like, grief and delusions, this can be generally unsettling, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : angst (plus creepiness)

Word count : 1.0K words

Additional notes : Hi nonnie! So sorry for taking a ridiculously long time to get to this, but as you might know by now, I’ve been on hiatus after certain traumatic events in my life. I had to change up quite a few things in this because I haven’t watched anything from the Marvel Universe, so I know absolutely nothing about how this would work🫠 Also, I’ve had requests for ficlets (4K+ word-long pieces) turned off for over a year now, so I couldn’t get into too much detail anyways. And of course, as stated in my rules, unless the gender affects the plot, I write my readers as gender-neutral to be as inclusive as possible. However, I hope this could be somewhat satisfactory to you, with the general vibes I could manage🥹💗

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Masterlist

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. This wasn’t how they’d planned out their future together.

They’d always expected a life on the run; they’d never imagined anything different. But still, the love between them was too intense to deny, and too unconditional to ever think for a moment that it would ever disappear. If they had no faith in anyone but themselves, they could, at the very least, believe in their love.

Wherever they would’ve gone, they’d still be just as smitten as they were the first day they met. No matter how their future played out, they were so sure that their love would have them dying in each other’s arms at a peaceful old age, their last breaths weaving in bed together. Wherever one went, the other would follow. That was how it was supposed to go.

It wasn’t supposed to end with them carrying Ace’s limp, ice-cold body in their arms. It wasn’t supposed to be the acrid smell of burnt flesh that suffocated them. It wasn’t supposed to be his blood that drenched their clothes and stained them unsalvageable.

They weren’t supposed to be gasping for air as their entire body shook violently, pure horror painting their features. Nor were they supposed to feel bile rising at the back of their throat and tears stinging their eyes at the terrible realization that his chest wasn’t moving, not one inch. As a matter of fact, nothing much remained of his mangled chest at all—if they could even recognize it as his chest anymore.

Their trembling only intensified, failing to register just how empty and mutilated he seemed in their lap. Vision swimming, they couldn’t help but let the ugly sobs rack their body, their tears falling freely down their cheeks. They hiccupped on their sobs, the sounds mingling with the moans of a deep, deep pain that threatened to swallow them whole.

Ace had left them. He’d left them behind. He’d left them behind in a world they no longer wanted nor cared for. He’d left them to look forward to nothing, to feel so empty and numb but somehow consumed by a sadness so immense it nearly ripped them apart.

Perhaps it was that moment, that moment when their entire world crumbled around them, that drove something to crumble inside of them. Something broke, and that odd, unfamiliar something awakened the deepest pit of their sorrow within them. Pandora’s box opened, and it shattered their very reality as they knew it. With Ace’s dead body in their arms, and their wailing piercing the stormy vortex of sudden bleak night, they were soon swallowed into it without even being the slightest bit aware.

The grief was blinding, and they’d lost all control. Where it took them, they didn’t care nor pay it any notice.

***

Having lost track of time, they hadn’t any idea how long it had been. In all cases, it didn’t matter. No, it truly didn’t matter what had happened on that day; after all, why would it? They still had Ace.

Yes, they still had Ace. And he was sitting right behind them on a small, tattered-but-well-loved couch. Strong arms cradled them close to his chest—a perfectly intact, moving chest, not even the slightest bit scarred. Would the universe demand a price from them, for the heinous crime they’d committed just to have this? Maybe. But this universe, at the very least, was one that handed everything to them on a silver platter.

“What’s on your mind?” he mumbled, lazily planting soft, open-mouthed kisses up their neck to their ear, and his teeth lightly tugging at their earlobe.

They hummed in delight, snuggling deeper into his embrace. “Nothing much. Just thinking about how lucky I am.”

Ace laughed a little. “You just called us “three snotty-nosed brats” an hour ago.”

“And? You know I’m right,” they teased him, before asking, “Speaking of, did the kids give you a hard time falling asleep?”

Yes; kids. Kids that kissed them goodnight, kids that clung to them whenever they went out, and kids that would get mud on their carpets but shoot them the sweetest smiles that got them out of trouble every single time. Kids that cried when they scraped their knees, and kids that ran into Pops’ arms whenever he demanded his favorite grandchildren visit him.

Kids that made the small house feel like a warm home, and kids that fit perfectly into that delusion of happiness they’d built, with a father and grandfather that were perfectly healthy and fine. Deceptively so.

Perhaps this sort of deception wasn’t as sinful as it sometimes whispered it was in their ear. Their Devil Fruit had never proved itself useful, and their lack of desire to use it had been the reason why they’d found themself stunned by the existence of this universe of their own creation. The grief that had nearly killed them of heartbreak had been the very same thing to offer some salvation to them, by granting them a second chance in a world where things were perfect, in an almost eerie way.

“—babe? Babe? Hey—“

“Yes, yes,” they sighed, momentarily snapping out of it. “Sorry, got lost in my thoughts for a second.”

“You’ve been doing that pretty often lately.” Ace’s handsome face contorted into a worried frown. “Are you sure everything’s okay?”

They didn’t respond to that. Almost as though on autopilot, their feet carried them to the kids’ room. With stiff movements, they bent over to brush their hair back from their foreheads, hands subtly passing underneath their noses to check that they were breathing. Good. They were very much alive, and very much real. They were real. Not just figments of their imagination.

Ace still seemed confused as they turned to walk back to him. Peering into his beautiful dark eyes, they held their breath for a moment. Yes, yes. Good. His eyes were alive; they weren’t unblinking, nor were they unseeing.

And as they reached up with trembling hands, they could trace the freckles on his cheeks and feel him leaning into their touch. The warmth of his skin was a stark contrast to the icy coldness that remained as a phantom touch in their memories.

They could live like this, forever and ever. No losses, no sorrows staining their flawless lives.

Plastering a smile on their face, they nodded. “Of course. Everything is picture perfect.”

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[bluebellpeppers]

And just like that, Lilith became my favorite Clawthorne.

[aizawasbrattyprincess]

l o v e d  a n d  l o s t

Hello! Thanks for requesting, but I only write full fics, so I’ve chosen Luffy for maximum angst. Hope you’re okay with it (unfortunately I can’t write for Kid, but I hc that Mihawk and maybe Law will be able to rescue us in no time with their abilities)!

pregnant f!reader x monkey d. luffy (op)

tw: very much angst + death

word count: 1.2k

a/n: Contains spoilers from Impel Down and Marineford arc, also known as the two arcs that broke my heart into pieces, which I will never recover from. And yes, the Toji stories are coming!!! Give me some time, I just caught covid and it fucking sucks please send help and save me from my misery :(

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゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。＋。゜*゜。゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。＋

No, no, no. It can’t happen again.

Luffy couldn’t stop his lips from trembling as he paced back and forth on the Thousand Sunny, the newspaper now abandoned on the deck, and the words of his worried crewmates left unheard. Luffy wanted to blame everything on the Marines, but he knew he was responsible for his carelessness and your abduction. If anything had happened to you and your unborn child, there was no way Luffy would ever forgive himself. He had been trying to find you, relentlessly hunting down anyone and anything, who had any information on your whereabouts, only to discover your photo on the first page of the newspaper, with the glaring headline: ‘STRAWHAT MEMBER IMPRISONED AND SET FOR EXECUTION’.

Luffy’s heart sank. It had been two whole years since he last left Impel Down, the undersea prison that he never wanted to go back to. The nightmares never stopped — the trauma and screams of agony kept haunting him everywhere he went, harshly reminding him of his failure.

You didn’t save me.

The hollow voice made Luffy stop abruptly in his tracks. Horrified, he slowly looked down at his shaky hands, the numerous red beads slipping from his palms now stained with thick blood. The smell hit him, suffocating him, and he felt the need to throw up. His knees buckled, no longer able to support him or the grief weighing on his shoulders.

You left me to die, Luffy. How could you?

Luffy quickly covered his ears and shut his eyes, begging for the voice to stop. His crewmates could only stand around unsure, watching helplessly as their captain suffered. All, except one. The Knight of the Sea had witnessed everything from start to finish, sharing the same pain and regrets as his captain. There was no guarantee that they could infiltrate the prison and perform another rescue mission now that security had been strengthened. Miracles don’t happen twice. They could only try. Try and hope that everything will work out in their favour without losing anyone’s life. Jinbei took a deep breath before approaching Luffy, a gentle hand resting on his shoulder. Luffy slowly looked up at the towering figure with bloodshot eyes and cheeks dampened with tears.

“We know where she is now. We will get her back, Luffy,” Jinbei assured, his voice determined and confident.

The rest quickly agreed with Jinbei and offered their heartfelt support. Luffy could only nod in acknowledgement, still choking with sobs. Nami didn’t waste any time, handing out orders to the rest to set sail immediately for Impel Down. With her expert navigation and the crew’s swift teamwork, they successfully hijacked a Seastone lined Marine warship en route to the Calm Belt and arrived at the prison without fuss. The plan was simple: Luffy, Zoro and Sanji would blend in with the Marines and rescue you while Nami, Jinbei, Usopp, Robin and Chopper would remain on the stolen Marine warship as back-up. Brook and Franky would be left on the Thousand Sunny, waiting for everyone’s return and ready to make a hasty escape. Knowing her crewmates and especially her captain, Nami reminded everyone not to create a big scene and stick to the plan as closely as possible. Getting discovered was out of the question; after all, your safety was the main priority.

Now disguised as a Marine officer, Luffy took a brief moment to reflect and calm himself down. You were undoubtedly assigned to the lowest level where Jinbei was previously held. Just the thought of going through all 6 levels and facing Magellan (if he were to ever cross paths) again was daunting, and he didn’t have anyone like Crocodile, Ivankov or even Buggy to help him this time. However, he wasn't alone either, knowing his crew had his back no matter the circumstances.

“Wait for me just a little longer,” Luffy mumbled, like a silent prayer, before following behind his two trusted right-hand men and descending into the eternal depths of hell.

Cold. Void. Desolate.

The grey walls that go on forever on Level 6 could barely contain a person’s sanity or spirit — it didn’t help that you were claustrophobic, although that was the least of your problems. Occasionally, you would hear the ear-piercing screams of prisoners from the upper floors, either being tortured or mangled to death by the ferocious beasts prowling around. You didn’t know how long you had been chained to the wall of your prison cell since your capture. It was hard to tell how much time had passed or if it was day or night. You couldn’t move your arms or legs anymore, your strength lost from the lack of nutrition and harsh prison treatment. Neither could you feel your baby kicking, which worried you the most. You cursed bitterly, fighting to keep your eyes open, but you knew you didn’t have much time left with your weakened body.

Alarms suddenly went off, and panicked screams from the guards caught your attention. It was hard to make out the hurried words amidst the chaos, but hearing ‘Strawhat Luffy’, ‘Pirate Hunter Roronoa Zoro’ and ‘Black Leg Sanji’ were enough to put you at ease. Perhaps, you could stay awake a little longer to see their faces before darkness overtook you.

Gum-Gum Gatling!

Three Sword Style: Dragon Twister!

Diable Jambe: Flambage Shot!

Moves after moves were called out, clearing the guards and everyone else that stood in the trio’s way as they descended the steps towards Level 6. Things were going smoothly until their lift was jammed and filled with sleeping gas, forcing them to use another route. Luffy couldn’t calm his erratic beating heart, unable to get rid of his hurricane of thoughts from being too anxious and impatient. It felt like he had been running forever until he finally reached the end of the staircase. Luffy immediately shouted your name, over and over, subconsciously heading towards the prison cell where he had first met Jinbei.

When Luffy rounded the corner, he was ashen. He had opened his mouth to speak, but his voice trailed off, barely a whisper, as if his words were unwilling to take flight. Behind the rusty bars, your body was slumped over. You were unmoving and barely breathing, looking worse for wear and almost unrecognisable behind the loose strands of hair covering your features. By then, Zoro and Sanji had caught up, hurrying Luffy to make a move before more persistent guards came barrelling. The bars were destroyed easily using Armament Haki, and the chains around your wrists were slashed with Zoro’s sword, finally freeing you. Luffy remained silent as he carefully carried your fragile body, your arms dangling at the edge like a broken doll. He wasn’t a medical expert, but he didn’t need Chopper to tell him that your baby, his baby, was no longer in this world. Where had he gone wrong? What had he done to deserve something so cruel, not once but twice?

Slowly, then all at once, Luffy felt a surge of rage and sorrow consuming him, eating him alive. He yelled, cursing the heavens for being stuck in a goddamn time loop and taking another beloved from him.

You didn’t save me, little brother. And you couldn’t save your child either.

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[soleilnomoon]

could i order a dulce de leche roll, pain au chocolate, lemon bar, lemon drop & lollipop with caramel & poppy seeds and #1 from the side menu, ace with a female reader? pls & thank you

hihi ૮₍˶ •ᴗ• ⑅₎ა ❀ thanks for ur patience 💛i love ace & angst and giving ace grief, so i had fun writing this ✨ it came out a lot longer than i meant for it to be but oh well.

2.8k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; hurt/comfort w. angst & smut (a spicy combination, i know); ace is an idiot & so is reader, but i love that journey for them <3 feat. cute stuff oral (f receiving), lots of kissing, ace being handsy, etc. pretentious prose bc i'm a menace 2 society these days.

dreams are fruitless endeavors meant for those who are destined for happy endings — you’ve always known that this will never be the case for you; a bitter truth that is indigestible, requiring several shots of rum to keep it down. jejune. hackneyed. cumbersome. there are not enough weathered journals in the world to spill your secrets to, not enough quills and dark ink to dictate your memories onto random scraps of paper — 

(to be ripped into ugly pieces, tossed into the air in fits of madness, the physical manifestation of your anger as confetti, the intensity of the emotion pulsing through you in heavy waves, reminding you that you are still very much alive)

— not enough days in the week to wallow in self-pity. your elegant handwriting that was once the envy of others, with romantic loops and tight lettering, quickly morphs into illegible scribbles, the ire so tangible that it hurts to breathe. so, you simply swallow it back. tuck your discomfort into a minuscule box, compartmentalize your feelings about certain things and certain people — or, rather, in your case, one particular person — and don’t look back. 

you must never, ever look back.

on warm nights like this, you leave your window open — you’ve always held on to the belief that whatever negative feelings or thoughts that plague you throughout the day will be purged by the sea salt air. it’s a drunken superstition you heard many years ago, but you’ve held on to the ritual just in case. a breeze caresses your face as you stick your head out and lean against the wooden planes of the thick window sill, your inhale is deep enough that you might just float away. 

if you part your lips enough, you can swallow an infinite amount of that magical energy. the night transforms you — makes a reality out of the darkness, rebuilds you from the ground up. a priestess in the making; your body is a temple in ruin, your limbs are sturdy pillars, hair an ethereal spirit roaming through the empty corridors in your chest, your untouched hands an altar cut from marble, your mind a congregation of the devoted followers who have lost their way. 

so you close your eyes, soak it all in, hope for the best.

you wonder if you’ll be ingested by your emotions in the near future; you’ve done so well at bottling everything up, the contents growing steadily with time, weighing heavily around your neck. teeth sinking into your bottom lip, you bite down until the pain becomes too unbearable to withstand.

a bad habit, a really, really bad habit. 

it’s your fault, really — you understand that, truly you do, but it doesn’t make it easier to accept. if rejection is fire, then you will mold yourself to be an indomitable monsoon — a war that wages on for eternity.

the most logical thing for you to do would be to talk it out, but how can you when the organ in charge of decision-making has taken an extended hiatus for the time being, leaving you under the care of your shameless, impulsive heart.

a succession of knocks on your door makes you flinch, your back ramrod straight when you back away from the window. there are only a handful of people who would come to you this late at night, but you have a feeling — as the door handle turns, as the hinges creak with the slow opening of the door — that your unsolicited guest is actually the most preposterous person in your life right now.

ace has never been one to shy away from a challenge, and you are not an exception. 

“you missed dinner.” 

not the three-word combination you hoped to hear, and while your heart may be foolish enough to search for hidden meaning behind his playful grin, you know better.

“i wasn’t hungry.” one truth for the night, let’s see if you can manage another.

he tilts his head, dark hair following his movements, and folds his arms against his chest. “why?” he can’t imagine a moment where someone wouldn’t be hungry, so naturally your response confuses him. and it’s that confusion coupled with a dopey demeanor that should agitate you, but it doesn’t; it just complicates things. makes you reconsider, want to rewind time and try again. but you can’t. you can never go back.

“does it matter why?” 

you turn away from him, look out of the window again and hope he takes your disinterest as genuine. you can’t deal with him right now, you’d be better off if he could give you time to purge your thoughts. but ace isn’t the sort of man who patiently waits for things like that. he prefers to barge through his problems head-on, to make a mess of things and then scramble to fix them. it’s the rush of life that keeps him going, so why is all of this so damn complicated?

rubbing his thumb against his bottom lip in silent contemplation, he watches you carefully, the gears in his mind ticking slowly and slowly until an idea forms in his head.

if you weren’t stuck in your head, you’d notice him walking closer. “i think i know what’s wrong,” he says after a while; you scoff in response, keeping your back to him, but he leans against the wall on your right side, annoying you with his warm presence. he’s so sure he has you figured out, and you hate it; you want to hate him too, but you can’t because you know that deep down there’s no way you could ever harbor any actual animosity towards him. “no, really. i’m very good at reading people.”

a humorless laugh escapes from your mouth — dry and full of irritation. “you have a lot of damn nerve,” you say, voice raising as you glance at him out of the corners of your eyes. “first you say you want nothing to do with me, now you’re here in my space ruining my night. go. away.” your anger, mixed mostly with sadness — at your ineptitude, at his obliviousness — wafts off of your body in small waves, but ace stands firm, a puzzled expression stamped on his face. so fucking priceless.

“what the hell are you talking about?” his dark brows furrow closely together, lips tugging downwards into a frown. something about that makes you feel uneasy, but you ignore it; your heart is a silly, stupid thing and you don’t have time for it to suddenly grow a conscience again. 

you roll your eyes as you partially turn to face him. “don’t lie, it’s unbecoming.” which is rich coming from you. besides, pirates lie all the time, so you shouldn’t be surprised that he’s feigning ignorance. except, he really has no idea what you’re talking about.

“i’m not lying, really!” if this was a courtroom, you’d have already sentenced him to life in prison without parole, but, unfortunately, you could not play judge, jury, or executioner in this instance. another deeper frown settles on his face, but then memories of a conversation from days prior flood his mind. and then it clicks. “wait, did you overhear my conversation with thatch the other day?” the way he casually brings it up only makes your face burn painfully, your mouth and throat drying even more. 

“yes,” you say quietly, voice firm. you want to drive the point home, want him to understand that you really, really don’t want to be around him right now. 

ace tilts his head again, watching your stiff movements before his lips stretch into a slow, sly smile. “you’re an idiot,” he says lightly, laughing right after. you stare at him, wide-eyed and in shock. his cruelty clearly knows no bounds, and you can feel a piece of your sanity leave you as another crack forms around your fragile heart. because you can’t stomach the sight of him — not out of actual disgust, but because his attractiveness offends you greatly — you turn your back to him and march to your bed, maybe if you scream into your pillow he’ll get the hint and leave.

the universe, unfortunately, loves to torment you, because ace’s strides take him to you in seemingly no time at all. he wraps his arms around your waist and holds you still; if you were warm before, you’re burning up now. it’s not just his body temperature, but really him in general; if you’re not careful, you’ll suffocate. but you don’t move, don’t push him away, if anything you end up relaxing, hands gripping his forearm tightly. 

“are you going to listen?” he asks, lips feather-light as they graze the side of your neck. “if you stayed to hear the whole conversation, you wouldn’t have been upset.” 

an absolutely ridiculous accusation on his part; you clench your teeth and inhale deeply — a mistake on your part, his scent — rich, heavy; sandalwood and cinnamon — infiltrates your body. if you choke right then and there, you’d die with a piece of him inside of you. the idea makes you want to rip your hair out, so you count in your head and ignore the way you instinctively press closer to him. you also ignore the way his lips coast up your neck until he reaches your ear. 

“stop running from me, i’m trying to tell you something.” he’s been trying to say this for a while, but he’s terrible with words and has even worse timing. 

you decide to give him a chance to explain, and hum quietly, a shiver climbing down your spine when his lips make contact with the curve of your ear. 

“you’re right, i don’t want anything to do with you,” his words slice through the top layer of your skin, “i want everything.” if you thought your heart was foolish before, it’s doubly foolish now. maybe even more than that. you swallow at that, your breath uneven, and wonder just how you let ace complicate your life time and time again. you close your eyes and wet your lips with your tongue; ace takes your silence as a good thing. it means you heard him perfectly clear. and when your nails sink into his skin, he chuckles — the sound reverberating along your skin, rattling your bones, reminding you that his audacity knows no bounds.

“why…” you squeak, clear your throat and try again. “why did you say it like that?” in a way that seemed confusing, you want to say. “i thought…” foolish, foolish, foolish. “whatever.” you mumble that last bit which only makes him chuckle again; ace drops a lingering kiss on your neck, a small fire erupting in its wake. you squirm and try to distance yourself, but his hold is strong and your will is weak. and, because his deviousness never ends, he turns you around to face him properly. you can’t bear to look at him, your proclivity for jumping to conclusions has you feeling all sorts of shame; but ace doesn’t mind, he likes that side of you — likes all your sides, really — so when he gently grabs your chin, tilts it upward, you feel hopeful.

that hope only intensifies when he kisses you; his lips moving against yours slowly, and, because you really are tired of fighting him on every little thing, you relax in his hold, step closer, part your lips and kiss him back. his kisses are soft, experimental — as if he’s testing to see how far you’ll let him go before you run again. but, what he doesn’t realize is, you’ve been holding back for so long that you’re ready to burst. you slip your tongue in his mouth, that fire you felt earlier burns through you and has you pulling him onto your bed, the mattress soft and fluffy. panting lightly, each kiss leaving you more breathless than the last; ace rolls you onto your back and he hovers above, a smirk prancing onto his lips at your dazed expression.

you feel like slapping him, but refrain when his lips are on your neck again, leaving behind lingering kisses that have you arching your back and whining pathetically. ace’s hands are clumsy but fast, doing his best to not destroy your clothes as he peels them off of you. thankful that he put his savagery aside to be a bit considerate for your clothing, you don’t bother feigning shyness, your legs spreading, giving ace the sort of access that makes his cock press stiffly against the front of his knee-length shorts. he tells himself to calm down, to not rush, to savor the moment. he rubs a thick finger up and down the folds of your pussy, your hips twitch and buck forward at his light touch. you shoot him an incredulous look, words stuck in your mouth when he dips his finger inside, your arousal pooling and prettily coating his skin.

if he had it his way, he’d just take his time fingering you, but he can tell by the look in your eyes that you’ve run out of patience with him tonight. grinning, because what else can he do but grin in a situation like this, ace pushes your legs further apart, lowering his head and trailing kisses along the inner part of your thighs. you bite down on your lip, afraid of being too vocal — you refuse to let anyone on the ship hear you — but when he inserts a second finger, begins pumping them in and out of your cunt, all of that determination goes out the window.

“ace,” you breathe, hips rolling, he flicks his tongue against your clit in warning, and you let out an embarrassingly loud whimper that has him plunging his fingers into you deeply. again, he tries to remind himself to keep at a steady pace, but your reactions entice him to be reckless, to see just how much you’ll let him get away with before you’re back to cursing his name. ace gives you a look — one that’ll haunt you when you try to sleep, that’ll have you rubbing your thighs at the memory — before eating your pussy, thoroughly enjoying the way you’re writhing underneath him. he curls his fingers inside of you and you press a hand over your mouth to keep yourself in check; but it doesn’t work, because ace is truly a devil in disguise.

he thrusts his fingers in and out of your pussy fast and hard, enjoying the way your slick arousal drips onto his skin, mouth warm as he slurps up the excess. you’re annoyed at how much you enjoy the sound of it, and at how much you like having ace’s mouth on you. he has a maddening effect on you, because you completely disregard your pride and drop your hand, allowing your moans to echo around the room. his cock is heavy, pre-cum seeping out of his slit — he knows he’ll need to take care of it, but all in due time. for now, he’ll enjoy his third after-dinner dessert. he moans against your skin, plucking his fingers out of you suddenly and running his tongue up and down your pussy, swirling around, gluttonous as he devours you. 

you buck your hips forward, panting and moaning his name loudly, a tremor passing through you when he sucks on your clit hard. he holds your hips steady, which simultaneously pisses you off and turns you on at the same time. you tug on his hair, riding his face shamelessly as he tongue-kisses your pussy — a messy affair that has you so elevated you can barely see straight. when he plunges his tongue inside you, it’s as if the string that bound you together finally snaps. you babble at him incoherently, body entirely too sensitive, and an orgasm surprises you, has your back arching off the bed completely as your thighs tremble around his head. he works you through the orgasm by finger-fucking you again, remorseless and relentless. 

whatever impossible feelings you had for him before only intensify; your fingers are still tangled in his hair even when he pulls away from your pussy, tongue gliding along his lips as he laps up your wetness, grinning at you slyly in the process. you feel your face flush and you grab a pillow to hit him with it. he laughs at your feeble attempt, drops kisses onto your jaw and neck. you sigh before wrapping your arms around him, clinging as you kiss him lazily. despite being a little theatrical and hasty, you’re happy with the turn of events; you just hope that your crew mates were far enough away to not hear the way you fell apart underneath him. 

you can hardly deal with ace being smug, you don’t know what you’ll do if the others tease you about him too.

[natsudadragon]

What if...?

What if the government got Ace's body, and turned him into one of the Pacifista's?

What if Luffy met him?

[eiacez]

~ angst, light fluff, modern au, depression and anxiety, mentions of suicide, established relationship

~ wc: 2.2k

masterlist

“Are you all set now? Will you be alright? Call me when you come back–”

“Hey, hey. Calm down, (Y/N). It won’t be long, don’t worry. And I’ll certainly come back to you, pretty.”

Each of your hands are on each other’s cheeks, squeezing lightly and staring intently in each other’s eyes. Yours have a tinge of fear and love in them, while he only has love and endearment.

It would have been reassuring enough if it wasn’t for this situation.

He gave you a smile, one that never fails to make you smile. So you did the same, only yours tremble with uncertainty.

But no. You shouldn’t be so worried and scared. All he needs is for you to trust him on this.

“Ace. I– I don’t think I can let you go,” your trembling lips purses, “for this. Can’t you just take me with you?”

Your husband shakes his head softly, closing then opening his eyes.

“Hey, we’ve been through this conversation a thousand times now. But I’m still gonna say that no, you can’t. And stop and let your worries go. I’ll be fine, (Y/N). We’ll be fine.” He lets go of your face and hugs you instead. Tight.

You do the same and cry. There was no way to not cry while seeing your lover go for this.

“Ace, please, just take care, okay? Promise me you’ll be okay out there, love, please?”

“I promise. (Y/N), I promise.”

Someone from inside the building announces that all are ready and the people who are boarded for this out of this world trip should be now heading to enter the ship.

Both of you let go and kiss. Just a simple and pure love one. Then he backs away and grins.

“Don’t you know me? I’m Ace! Nothing fears me and stops me, y’know?”

You wipe your tears away while giggling at him.

“Don’t forget to take care of yourself, too. And also our babies. They’re fragile at the moment!” The two of you laugh and hug for the last time today.

All will be well.

Once all the people who are assigned or willingly volunteered got inside the ship, you were guided back out. Somewhere safe so you won’t have to be affected so much by the ship taking off.

The countdown starts, and all you can do is hope that everything will be fine. Your heart beats wildly in your chest, and as much as you want to calm down and erase all your worries away, it isn’t all that easy.

After the successful take off of the ship to space, you still look up and hope for the best.

Thank the universe that there were no complications while taking off. And up to the atmosphere they go, through the layers, and finally—the outer space.

Reluctantly, you went home that day after spending more hours just to know if all things regarding the flight are still safe.

Your worries lessen once you step foot on your house. Yours and Ace’s big dogs bark and scramble to the door for you. The little ones on the corner of the living room, whining and moving so little in their blanket.

Ace made this blanket set up for them. Layers of it are placed on a porcelain bowl, large enough to accommodate these five little pups. And that alone made you cry again.

You weren’t certain on how long Ace will be gone. Time from space is different after all. But as Ace said days before,

“We’ll come back before you know it! These ASL brothers have this luck too! Everything will be alright, so don’t worry your pretty head, (Y/N)!”

Years. The two of you have been together for years. It’s so much more for you two to trust each other. So after crying with your dogs by your side, you will yourself to hope and trust in every positive thing.

Everything will be alright.

Although, it’s a given that everything does not go alright.

Weeks had passed since you were notified that the ship Ace’s and his brothers and other few people were now untrackable. Nobody knows why. There were no reports, no transmission of signals, no nothing.

Driven by frustration and denial, you went to the headquarters to raise hell. Though it was futile. Usopp had to stop you from any more yelling and calmed you down in one of the offices there along with Nami.

Devastated. If only you would’ve persuaded Ace more, you wouldn’t be as devastated now. Sad, lonely, and a sobbing mess.

Someone had to visit you everyday, to keep you in check and make you eat and shower. And to feed, walk, and look after your precious babies.

Any of Luffy’s friends could be a candidate to help you, but none of them were available. All busy with their career.

Marco could have, but he had to look after Newgate, too. So Izo was the one who took care of you and the babies. Sometimes with Kiku, sometimes with Hiyori, but most of the time it was just him.

And as expected, he was fit for that role. If this were any normal situation, you would have felt so guilty. But all you can feel now is grief and pain. Or maybe you became numb.

It wasn’t easy, not so easy to deal with these emotions. Some people surrounding you to help could even falter and leave you. But thank the gods that Izo wasn’t like that. He was so patient with you.

Though with showering, it wasn’t him who accompanied you. It was Kiku. She only visits sometimes to just bathe you. But almost everyday, she comes by for an hour to aid you. If Kiku wasn’t available, Izo tries to reach out for any woman you know, but to no avail. So he guides you with reluctance but still is helpful in his own way.

At some point, Izo temporarily stayed with you in the house. You can never be too sure.

Eventually, Izo had Marco to visit and help you with medication. Your mental health is not good at all. Thankfully, courtesy of Izo, your physical health is okay. He always makes you eat healthily.

Marco said you have depression. That much is obvious. Along with anxiety. So with the medication he told you and Izo, he also talks with you about anything except space. And Ace.

Everything will be alright…

A month and two weeks pass, still no news.

Until one night, like in fiction, the ship comes back down to Earth. Miraculously.

And it was surprisingly close to the headquarters where they landed. The ship was in an okay-ish state. Not too much damage, and the people inside are well and okay.

The complications were caused by a certain youngest brother. Carelessly pressing buttons, until those what mentioned earlier happened. Of course everybody on board wasn’t pleased.

It felt like days, or maybe just two weeks. They weren’t sure.

So when everybody got back safe from space, all the people in the headquarters rejoiced and celebrated.

Ace passed on that one, as enticing food was. He had to hurry home. He knows all too well that you’re worried sick now. Who wouldn’t, right? Especially when he knew that they were gone for a month and two weeks.

Hours of drive on the way home had to be consumed. The distance between your house and the headquarters was a pain. When he came home, he became curious when he saw your car not outside, but another one is out.

This cannot be, right?

Opening the door, he saw his two big dogs run for him. And the babies are still on the corner, some are sleeping while the others awoke because of their parents.

Ace is happy to be back. But his odor is making him feel otherwise. So after giving attention to his dogs, he takes a quick shower and gets clothes from his separate room.

While you are sleeping in your shared bedroom, unaware of the person now looking at the guest room to see his friend sleeping there.

Ace sighs and wakes Izo up, relieved that his suspicions were wrong. When Izo woke up, he was surprised to see Ace. He even squeezed the freckled-man’s face just to convince himself that he was back and indeed real.

They exchange a conversation about what happened and about you. Your lover’s heart sank when he heard everything. He would have immediately woken you up and comforted you, but Izo suggested that they need to wait for you to get up. If your husband wakes you up suddenly, who knows what shock may do to you.

So they wait, and wait. Until you woke up at 9 AM.

Izo packs his things and bids goodbye to Ace to give you two your most awaited moment.

When Ace heard you in the bathroom, he prepared himself for when you went out of there and sat on your bed. That’s what you always do after going to the bathroom to start your morning routine.

When you did in fact sit, he slowly walked into your shared bedroom, he’s all anticipating and nervous.

Just when you opened your eyes from rubbing it, you saw a sight you thought you’d never ever see. Never mind if it was just an illusion or a dream, at least you can see him.

“Ace?” You stand up, tears beginning to pool. “A-Ace? Is that.. you? Are you real? I don’t wanna wake up! Please!” Then you burst into tears.

Your lover aches for you. He feel tears forming as he approaches you. He pries your hands on your face off, to see you closely, to hold you finally.

“I don’t want this to ever end! I don’t wanna wake up! Ace, I miss you so, so much!” You wipe your tears away and he does the same.

When you felt his hands, it was like a surge of warmth bloomed in you. From your heart, to your whole body. Your eyes widen at the contact, at the feel of his warm hands on your face.

He held you like that before he took off.

“Ace?” You whisper, tears streaming down your face. Even though your vision was blurry, you can see that Ace was crying too.

Then he hugs you. And that was what it took to make you believe that he is real. He is back.

Everything is alright. Finally alright.

You reciprocate his hug with a tight one, clinging on to him like he was a tree. Instinctively, you jump and wrap your legs around his waist, holding onto him for dear life. Like your lives depended on it.

Ace was at a loss for words. He can’t say the words he wants to say to you. He wanted to console you, to assure you once more that he’s here. To tell you that he loves you and he missed you so much.

All he could do was this, embrace you. Sit down on the bed and properly cradle you on his lap. This intimacy was what he craved for the whole time in the ship, in space.

He rubs your back to soothe you, slightly swaying to ease the situation.

It was worth it not giving into those thoughts to follow him in the afterlife. Part of you was in denial and still hoped that he’s alive out there. Another part was accepting the fact that he could be dead, so you thought of following him.

Although painful, you went through depression with Izo. There were certain thoughts you almost welcomed and did it, but Ace’s friend was always there to calm you and make you distract yourself. He was a big help to all this.

“Ace, I love you. I missed you very much! I’m so, so happy you’re here now. Please stay with me always, please…” Your whispers were hushed but were heard completely.

The first one to pull away was you. As you look at your husband’s face, you smile through the tears and you hold his face like you did when he took off.

“You’re real, you’re here…”

“Thank you, thank you…”

“I took care of myself as best as I could! I’m sorry for this…”

Ace did the same and held your face. Now forehead to forehead and nuzzling each other’s noses.

Then he kisses you, and you respond with fervor. And as you two kiss, you squeeze your body into him, get close to him as much as you can. And oh you wish that you two could just meld with one another.

When he broke the kiss for air, he looked you in the eyes. With a smile on both of your faces, you stared at one another with love. It was at this moment that he became ready to finally utter a word in what seemed like forever.

As he was about to say something, at the same time, you speak too.

“You’re home. You’re finally home, Ace.”

“I’m home, (Y/N). I love you.”

– eiacez

[hiddenlife-manager]

I Vow

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Extra: I consider this a g/n but the reader is wearing a dress but there are no pronouns.

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You stared at him as he stood there at the altar. He looked handsome and for once professional. His hair was groomed well and his friends stood right beside him. Everything looked perfect. He was perfect and ready for today. You should be crying yet here you were a smile plastered on your face. ~~~

You stared at the mirror, your dress being as gorgeous as it could. Everything about the dress fit you and made you look your best, it truly flattered you. Did you have a choice in the dress? No, it wasn't what you wanted but it was what everyone wanted. You wore it for them.

Your hair was done to look perfect like everyone attending; did you want it? Once again the answer is no. You had no say at all. You couldn't have a say on a perfect day.

There you sat, your dress wearing you instead of you wearing it. The people around you spoke loudly waiting for the time to walk. You all spoke excitedly when behind that mask of makeup you wanted to leave. Being around people for this event made you want to curl up and cry but you knew otherwise. You had no say it was what he wanted and you followed what he wanted.

The moment the clock struck noon we all got up and headed off. They all stood behind me as one stood in front of me. I held the flowers in my hand ready for the happiest moment in everyone's life.

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"You mean it?" Your brow raised and you smiled holding onto Ace's arm.

"A hundred percent. We'll get married and after that, we'll see." You couldn't help and laugh at him.

"Out of anyone you can never make plans. Perhaps we wait once we kill Blackbeard, we'll get married how about that?"

"Reasonable, we'll go with your plan." He swung you in his arms swooping your legs. "I vow to love you for the rest of our life." You couldn't help but laugh at him as you stared him in the eyes. Your arms that were wrapped around his neck grabbed his hat and placed it on your head.

"I vow to always support and love you for the rest of our life. I will support all choices of yours." He leaned in and kissed you softly on the lips. In a matter of seconds, your body hits the ground and Ace lands on top of you snoring.

"ACE!" ~~

"Though we belong to two different worlds, I vow to fight by your side forever." He spoke out. You stood there staring at him.

"I pronounce thee, Husband and Wife." Ace moved in and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her lips in a deep kiss as everyone cheered including you. Her red hair fell down her shoulders onto her white wedding dress, her ring shining bright as she placed her hand on Ace's cheek.

[mariistyping]

From Two to One

Summary: it’s been two years since the war at marineford, and also two years since your husband Ace was sentenced to death. Waking up on the anniversary is hard, but dreaming of him is harder.

Genre: angst af be warned

Word count: 1040 words

Tags/TW’s: spoilers for marineford and also ace’s death ((A/N, real talk I’m still not over ace’s death so that may come across 😭😭)) overall sadness and grief processing in a way.

You had been laying in bed for who knows how long staring blankly at the wall when you fell asleep unexpectedly. Your dreams started as they usually did, vivid colors and pirate ships, memories from long ago splayed for you to view while you body rested.

It’s not that you didn’t like to dream, it’s just that when you did, he showed up. Him, with his fists of fire and red necklace that always clattered around loudly when he ran, when he climbed, when he made love to you. Even though you were asleep, the sight of him before you made you shudder.

Hair black as night, eyes dark, freckles splayed wildly across his face, there he was, just as handsome as the night you met him. “Hiya.” He drawled out, quick witted and charming even upon first impression. “Names Ace. What’s yours?” His smile burned a hole in your memory as the next one came rushing through.

A meeting of fate perhaps, you ran into the straw hats. Luffy bouncing wildly as he explained all about his brother who “you just had to meet.” He wouldn’t listen when you told him again and again you had already met him. A few times. The point of those meetings hidden between the two of you and the walls of his room onboard the Whitebeard Pirates ship, a clashing of bodies so raunchy it could make a grown man blush. The memories faded together as time sped up in the dream.

There were images of hands being held over small outings between ports, quick kisses being shared discreetly in silence, trying to preserve whatever alone time Ace could fit in to the two of your days. Views of cuddling, and also fucking filled the view now, as it seems that was how you two spent most of your alone time, tangled in the arms of the other.

One of the last solid solitary memories was of a ceremony of the vast, endless sea. A wedding, perfectly simple but beautiful nonetheless. You and Ace had been married by the entirety of Whitebeards crew, and the ecstasy that gripped the crew for literal weeks on end was electrifying. Everyone on the ship couldn’t stop telling the two of you how they couldn’t wait to have what you did one day. The poster children for love, they called you.

Mixed in the happier memories were flashes of injuries, strife over fallen friends and family, and an ever growing bounty on the head of the man you loved. Every time you saw the number increase you wept alone, seeing it pointless to allow him to even sense your worries. He was a pirate after all, you both were. You knew what you were getting in to, and this was a part of the job.

Flashes of light broke through your sleep, and you sat straight up, heart hammering wildly, the faintest trace of Ace still left in the back of your mind. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve called out for him and expected him to answer, but the final memories were starting to swirl around in the crevices of your brain, just as the rain started swirling harder outside your window. You knew what was happening and you couldn’t stop it.

Months before the actual date, you got word from Marco that Ace had been captured. “Where did they take him?” You muttered, and whatever life you had left slammed out of your body when the man’s words finally came through the other end of the transponder snail. “Impel Down.” You slammed the receiver down without another word.

You kept in contact with Marco as much as you could in the following months, listening to hours and hours worth of strategizing and planning followed by cursing and yelling. You were having a hard time holding it together when the men were as well, and the latest news from Navy Headquarters made your skin feel like it could possibly fall off of your skeleton. They were sentencing Ace, your best friend, your husband, your heart, to death.

As the day of Ace’s planned execution creeped closer, you withdrew from everyone completely. They tried to reach out, to keep you in the loop, but you couldn’t handle it. Especially when Luffy made contact with members of Ace’s crew to help. The pressure of your position was growing to be too much.

The day of the execution you made your way to the Sabaody Archipelago in what your mind made you think was a way to expel some emotions without losing it. What you didn’t realize, however, was that the Navy was also simultaneously broadcasting live the execution feed. As you were walking between stores, you heard Luffy’s voice from the big screen. “ACEEE!!”

Your head snapped back to the screen so fast you thought your neck would break. And there he was. After almost a year of not seeing him, there he was. Beaten, bloody, bruised, but smiling? Yes. Smiling. The man was chained up with his arms out, a smile on his face. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you thought how similar he looked to his dad in that moment, a thought he’d never get to experience. You swallowed a dry lump in your throat as you watched the action start.

A flying mass of limbs as always, Luffy fought long and hard to make it to your husband at the scaffold where he awaited his fate. You had no idea just how long you stayed rooted in place silently cheering for the love of your life and his rubber little brother.

As all good things do, the action ended. What you were left with on the screen was an image that no amount of sake or sleep will ever be able to get out of your brain. The embodiment of your heart outside of your body being cradled by his brother, a hole the size of a dinner plate exposing where his heart should be.

You double over as the sobs rack your body, hearing the familiar clack of the red beads hanging around your neck. The bed always felt lonelier after the dreams of Ace, but sitting in the bed you shared, surrounded by his material possessions he swore he didn’t care about made the memories less severe.

It’s been two years since Ace died, but his necklace still remains in the same place he left it, alongside the better memories of him, with you.