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Enchanted

masterlist | part two

pairing: portgas d. ace x isekai!reader

word count: 1.7k

summary: After inheriting your grandmother's house, you find a seemingly normal mirror in the attic. When night falls however, the mirror becomes a portal into your favorite fictional world and who better to greet you than your favorite character. Can you change his fate or see him to his doom?

tags: isekai!reader, SFW, trying to keep this as gender neutral as possible, mentions of grief and minor character death?

a/n: this is very loosely based on the movie "love across time" i had the idea through a scene on TikTok and watched the movie for a better idea of what i was going to do and this was the result! I wrote over 1k words and them completely rewrote this 🫠

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It all started when your grandmother died. Bless her soul, she was one of the few people you had left in this world. Your parents were out of the picture and you had no siblings. Granny was the one who raised you and you were there to keep her company during her last years. You had known it was only a matter of time when she took a turn for the worse a few months ago. In a blink of an eye, your little family of two turned into just you.

The funeral had already been planned. That woman had to have things go exactly as she wanted even from beyond the grave. All of the funeral proceedings had passed in a blur. One moment you were saying your final goodbyes and the next her casket was being lowered into the ground. You felt numb, even if you knew this had to happen eventually. Even though you had other friends, your grandma was your best friend. You didn’t have a clue what you were going to do without her.

You were the sole inheritor of her will. All of her assets, including the house, were now in your name. You didn’t really care for anything except the house. It was home. It still carried her scent and everything reminded you of her. You spent the next few days going through boxes of memories that she had under her bed. A teary smile painting your face the entire time. The pictures proved how much she loved you. You’d miss her for the rest of your life.

There must have been more boxes somewhere. Memory lane had you in its nostalgia inducing grip. The only other place you could think of was the attic. It wasn’t your favorite place. Dust, cobwebs and an interesting smell awaited you. As soon as you made your way into the attic, you let out a sneeze. You don’t think anyones cleaned up here in years. There were many boxes, mostly filled with old toys, baby blankets and holiday decorations. Old sheet covered furniture was tucked in the corner.

A glint of light caught your eye. Your eyes followed the path to find a half covered mirror. It was practically calling your attention. You pulled the rest of the sheet off, coughing when a wave of dust flew off. The mirror frame was beautiful. Covered in elegant golden carvings, it was full length and in perfect condition. Why was this collecting dust up here? You wondered if you could bring it downstairs by yourself. Luckily, when you tried moving it, it wasn’t difficult to move. You were able to wrangle it down the attic stairs with ease. The question now was where to place it.

It was too big for the hallway and you didn’t want to move anything from the living room. No other room was a good fit so it looked like you’d be rearranging your room. Weeks of clothes build up had been cleared away and you made space next to your window. The mirror fit snugly against the wall and brought a certain pop to your room. You adjusted the mirror so that the lighting would complement your figure. Once you were satisfied, you decided you needed a quick snack break.

It's safe to say you got side tracked and completely forgot what you originally went to the attic for. You guess that’d have to wait another day because you did not feel like doing anything else for the day. Maybe it was time to pick up where you left off on One Piece. You had left off right before the time skip, having needed a nice break after Marineford. Then your grandma's health had worsened and you just hadn’t gotten around to continuing. A couple of episodes went by before you grew drowsy and started to nod off.

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You woke up a few hours later to a dark room. The tv had turned off sometime when you fell asleep. You got up and stretched. It probably wasn’t a good idea to take a nap so late. Might as well go to your room and hopefully get a few more hours of sleep. As you made your way into your room to get ready for bed, you didn’t notice a golden shimmer materialize across the mirror. So it came as a shock when you passed in front of the mirror and your reflection was not looking back at you. In fact, it wasn't even your room that appeared. There wasn’t anything appearing. It looked like a giant white canvas, as if a sheet was covering it but there was no sheet.

Odd. You chalked it up to being groggy from your nap. It was better than thinking that you were starting to hallucinate. The mirror was tomorrow's problem. Right now, you just wanted to go back to sleep. You only had a few more days before you were supposed to go back to work so you needed to get a bunch of stuff done this weekend. As you were drifting back to sleep, you swore you could hear faint chatter and the sound of the ocean. ‘I thought the tv was off?’ was your last thought before you fell back to sleep.

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The Moby Dick was a large ship. Too big to be sent on a scavenger hunt. Having to search all of the storage rooms to find a few measly things was like some sort of punishment. Oh wait, it was.

Ace had ‘forgotten’ to do a report on one of the 2nd divisions' latest missions. So here he was after a stern lecture from Marco, given a list of things to check off for inventory. He was told that he had to complete the list before dinner or Thatch wouldn’t save him any. That jerk. Ace thought it was a waste of time for him but had quickly silenced himself with a look from Marco. ‘Well you should have used your time to write up a mission report but here we are.’ he had remarked while handing Ace the list and walking off.

Well, hours had passed and so had dinner. Ace could hear his stomach growling. There was only one thing left on the list. All he had to do was find some bed sheets for the infirmary. The light in the room was dim so Ace used his devil fruit to navigate the darker spots. Aha! There were some sheets draped over some old boxes. He had taken the sheet from the largest box only to find it wasn’t a box, it was a mirror. How odd for such an elegant looking thing to be stuffed in the back of a storage room. Must have been Izo’s. He shrugged and checked another box that was full of sheets. Nodding to himself, Ace checked off the final box on the list. Hopefully Thatch wouldn’t mind him getting a midnight meal.

Before he left though, the mirror caught his eye again. There was a faint golden shimmer before his reflection shifted. Instead of his surroundings, a bedroom appeared on the other side. Ace tilted his head. “Huh, who knew we had a magic mirror.” He lifted his hand to the mirror but it was stopped by the glass. He was so absorbed in the idea of a mysterious mirror that he didn’t notice the figure on the other side. A shriek rang out and he snapped back to attention and held out his hands.

“Woah woah woah! No need for screaming. I can’t hurt you or anything. Not that I would want to hurt you.” Ace rambled on. He took in the figure who had appeared and his cheeks flushed. You were cute. The last thing he wanted to do was scare someone who was cute. It was totally not cool of him. He noticed that you made no movements and your face was frozen in shock.

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Oh god, there was someone in your mirror. It had been days since you saw something odd in the mirror but when you woke up the next morning, it was totally normal. This was not a totally normal mirror. You had come into your room after a long day from work and suddenly a man was in your mirror. The room behind him was dim so you could barely make out his figure even as he tried to calm you down.

You could barely focus on what he was saying but, you could've sworn you've heard that voice before. That voice. It was on the tip of your tongue. You realized he wasn’t speaking anymore and snapped back to attention. “Okay, I’m gonna hope that you’re not real and I’m actually talking to myself or this is a weird dream. Who are you and why are you in my mirror?”

“Your mirror? I’m pretty sure that you’re in my mirror, not that I mind.” He shrugged and sent you a wink. Unfortunately for him, you didn’t catch it.

“I’m gonna ignore that last part, mirror man. And you didn’t answer my question.” You crossed your arms.

“Mirror man? That's the best you could come up with? You’re telling me that you don’t recognize me? I’m a very wanted man. I’ll tell you who I am when you tell me who you are, shrieker.”

Oh so you had a wanted criminal in your mirror. This was just what you needed. Well, it appeared that he wasn’t hostile. So you told him your name. “Okay you have my name, can I finally know yours and also maybe see who I’m talking to. You have really bad lighting.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m on it.” He lit his hand on fire. You gasped in shock. He continued on as if it was perfectly normal for him. As the flaming hand drew near to his face, you could begin to make out his features. He was tall, lean and shirtless. It also looked like he had a tattoo. Wait. Wait. Suddenly it clicked why that voice was so familiar. You knew who it was before you could see his face. This was impossible. The figure was-

“Since you wanna know my name so badly, it’s Ace. Portgas D Ace.”

You could barely make out warm brown eyes and a sea of freckles before everything went black. The last thing you heard was a panicked voice calling out.

end of part one | next part

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a/n: i have not liked anything i've written this week but that's life as a writer. this is probably going to be like 3 or 4 parts? maybe more who knows. not me. i hope everyone enjoyed :) i'm gonna try and finish up my other two fics i'm working on. i've been trying to keep these gender neutral so let me know if i slip up please! or if y'all want fem!reader ~ anna

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swift-works · 2 months ago

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Enchanted ✧.* Part Two

part one | masterlist

word count: 2k

tags: isekai!reader, sfw, swearing

a/n: and here is part 2! thank you for all the love on part 1 <3 i hadn't planned on making this weekly but i may have to keep it like that due to life events

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Ace went into a panic as soon as you dropped. He couldn’t do anything but call out to you in hopes that you would wake up. About a minute passed before he saw your eyes begin to flicker open. A sigh of relief passed through him. No one has ever fainted at the mere mention of his name before. “Are you okay? You didn’t hit your head too hard, right?”

You slowly regained your bearings. The figure in the mirror hadn’t disappeared so this was definitely not a dream. He was still shrouded in the dim light, his fire must have gone out when you went down. “I’m okay? At least physically I am. Mentally? Well the jury is still out on that one.” You finally sat up, deciding to stay on the floor instead of standing.

This was real. A fictional character from a fictional story was in your mirror. The more times you said it, the crazier it seemed. It was crazy but it was real. You could make out his figure- Ace’s figure looking around his side of the mirror. He grumbled under his breath when he couldn’t find what he was looking for. “Okay, I’m gonna move it so hopefully you can see me better.” Without waiting for you to answer, he easily lifted the mirror and moved it to a better lit spot.

Finally you were able to see him in his full glory. Everything was accurate from his boots to the hat that covered his head. He looked good. You tried to act as if you weren’t looking at his chest for longer than you needed to. There was a faint smirk on his lips that told you that he knew. Your cheeks grew warm. “So you’re Ace? Like Fire Fist Ace?”

“Yup! Proud second division commander of the Whitebeard pirates, at your service.” He took his hat off and held it to his chest as he bowed.

A thought occurred to you. Where in the timeline was this Ace? He must have been on the Moby Dick so this must have been before Thatch’s death. Could you- No. It was never a good idea to mess with timelines or whatever was happening here. What if you changed everything for the worse? What if you couldn’t change anything?

“So uh, you wouldn’t happen to know exactly how we’re talking through a mirror would you? Cause I’ve heard of inanimate objects getting devil fruit powers but I still can’t wrap my head around it.” He began to ramble while plopping his hat back on his head.

“Yeah let’s go with that. I was just gonna call it a magic mirror.” You decided that you weren’t exactly going to tell him that you were from a different world yet. The world of One Piece was definitely big enough that you could make something up. A sudden thought occurred to you. “Oh and it only works at night! During the day, I just have a regular mirror.” The white thing you saw in the mirror originally must have been a sheet or something. Not unlike how you found your mirror.

His face fell upon realizing it was night time. That's the moment his stomach let out a loud grumble. So caught up in this magic mirror business he had forgotten that he missed dinner and had a task at hand. “Shit, I forgot I didn't eat dinner.” he groaned. On one hand he really wanted food but he really wanted to keep talking to you. This was new and exciting for him and had greatly piqued his interest.

“Well, If you want to go find something to eat. I- I guess that we could continue talking tomorrow?” You offered, knowing better than to keep that man from food.

He beamed at you and rapidly nodded. “That’d be great! I’ll meet you here again tomorrow. Same time?”

You agreed with him and you both said your goodbyes. With a wave of his hand he darted off. He was gone for two seconds before he came back to grab a piece of paper and hurried off again. You still couldn't comprehend that you had just met your favorite character but you were slowly coming to terms with it. The image in the mirror didn’t change so you threw a blanket over it, just in case. You went to bed thinking about the next night, feeling excitement for the first time in awhile.

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For the next week, you and Ace talked every night. He had moved the mirror into his room for easier access and less questions from his crew. At dinner, he’d scarf down his food at an all-time high speed just so he could see you- talk to you quicker. Everyone on board could tell something was different with Ace, but they were content with letting him be for now. Well, almost everyone, except Thatch who was the nosiest person ever. Everytime Ace locked eyes with the cook, he was met with a suspicious squint. He tried to wave him off but Thatch was not easily deterred.

“So, Ace, what’s gotten into you this week? You’ve been taking naps all day- and don’t deny it! You snore! And you seem to perk up anytime the sun goes down along with shoveling food down your throat. My food deserves to be appreciated, you brat.” Thatch had blocked Ace from leaving the mess hall, waiting with his arms spread out.

Oh so people had noticed his behavior. This wasn’t embarrassing at all. “Is a man not allowed to take naps anymore? You’re getting strict in your old age, Thatch.” Ace teased him while ducking under him to get out.

“You little shit! I will find out what’s going on with you!”

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During your talks, you had told Ace that you were from a boring island in Paradise. He never questioned you and nodded along to every detail you could come up with. In return, Ace told you that he came from the East Blue and was raised by mountain bandits. Nothing you didn’t already know. There was a fond smile etched upon his face as he recalled his time on Dawn Island.

As soon as he would mention Luffy though, you swear you could see a shine in his eyes. You just didn’t know if he was going to start crying, ramble on about his little brother or both. So that’s how most of the nights went. You’d both swap stories, although yours were laced with white lies and exaggerations. Obviously he wouldn’t tell you everything. After all, it has only been a little over a week since that first night you two met. It was nice though, having someone to talk to. None of your friends had reached out since the funeral, not that you were expecting them to. They had always held you at arms length. Ace made you feel less alone.

You still didn’t know when he was in the timeline until a few days later.

You had made a comfortable sitting spot in front of the mirror, ready for a long night's worth of conversation. Yeah it might not have been good for you, skipping hours of sleep just to talk to Ace, but you felt like it was worth it. Not everyone got the chance to talk to their favorite character through a magic mirror. You were wrapped up blankets and feeling nice and cozy when Ace burst into his room.

He called out your name with a large grin and plopped down in front of his side of the mirror. “It’s almost time for Luffy to set sail! His birthday’s right around the corner! I wonder how much he’s gotten stronger, not stronger than me though.” He smirked and lifted his arm in a flex.

Oh so this was right before the main story started. You were going to have to decide soon whether or not you’d warn him of the dangers that lie ahead. It was best to push those thoughts to the back of your mind for now. You’d decide when the time was right.

You scoffed. “Uh huh, I bet he could take you. I hear that he's the determined type.”

He jutted his bottom lip out. The fearsome Fire Fist Ace was pouting. “You’re supposed to be on my side. You don’t even know Luffy,” Actually you knew the future king of the pirates pretty well. You’ve watched at least five hundred episodes of Luffy’s journey so far. “But you are right, he is the most determined person I know. I can’t wait to see what kind of pirate he’ll become.” His pout morphed into a smile.

Those words made your heart lurch. Ace only got to see Luffy twice before he died. It was a sinking feeling to know that the man in front of you was doomed by the narrative. He wasn’t just a character now, he was just Ace. Could you really just sit here and not change anything? Maybe…

“I didn’t know you were such a softie, Ace.” You teased, masking the somber thoughts that were going through your head.

Any other teasing remarks were silenced when a pillow was launched at your head. What the fuck? You held onto the pillow after it fell from your face into your lap. Ace’s pillow? Speaking of Ace, his face mirrored yours in shock. Nothing had ever passed through the mirror before.

“Did that-”

“How-”

You looked down at the pillow and decided to test if it worked both ways. Launching the pillow back to its owner, you stifled a laugh as it struck him in the face. Karma. His look of disbelief shifted into a look of mischief. “Oh it’s so on.”

A game of dodging projectiles broke out. Anything that was in reach went flying back and forth. You both were caught in fits of laughter and smiles. Until Ace dropped to the floor without warning. Shit. “Ace?! That’s not funny.” You were met with silence.

You made your way in front of the mirror and hesitantly reached out a hand. Could people pass through? There was only one way to find out so you pushed your hand through the mirror. Or was it more of a portal? Your hand passed through effortlessly. Oh shit. This was so cool. You snapped your focus back to Ace. Oh right. With a deep breath, you jumped from your room to the Moby Dick.

Unfortunately, you didn't have time to really let that settle. You rushed to Ace and hovered over him. Oh my god, he was so real. Not that you had doubts, but now you could touch him. He was also dead to the world as a loud snore erupted from him. Wait, wasn’t he narcoleptic? You let out a sigh of relief. At least, he didn't literally drop dead.

Kneeling beside him, you shook him. “Ace, wake up!” He did no such thing and continued to reside in dreamland. You huffed and decided to look around his room. Since you two have been having nightly chats, he's kept it clean. A certain green bag caught your eye. Hopefully he wouldn't mind you snooping. You lifted his head and slid one of the pillows under him. Your curiosity had you ruffling through the bag and bringing out a few coins. Your eyes practically shined. Real berries.

While you were snooping, you failed to hear the soft knocks that came from the door. As soon as you had pulled out the berries, the door swung open and Marco the Phoenix stepped through the threshold. “Just wanted to remind you of the commanders meeting tomorrow-”

He froze as he took in your figure with Ace’s bag and berry in hand. His eyes flickered to the sleeping figure on the ground. Well this didn’t look good. You felt as if you were under the gaze of a predator as his eyes narrowed at you.

You dropped the bag and stepped away from it. “I swear this is not what it looks like, I can explain.”

“Oh you’re gonna explain alright, yoi. To Whitebeard himself.”

Oh fuck.

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