#where 1 person (me) is very lonely and deeply saddened by it. so they act very clingy

[gunkbaby]

Remember when I wondered if Shuu cooked human gourmet meals just to pretend to be normal for a bit? Consider: he makes gourmet meals but for his pets. Like his horses be eating good. His fish have like, fancy bloodworms and that. Iykwim.

Also. If he considers Hori a ‘pet’, maybe he makes her nice cheesecakes or whatever? Like Shuu seems to be someone who gives gifts bc he doesn’t know how to express love verbally (like he says flowers are a source of happiness and gives them to Kaneki and Hinami frequently), so maybe that’s how he expresses fondness of her.

[madlymiho]

Edgar, dear, Eddie, after writing this I'm BEGGING you to ask for a continuation where this fierce Marine saves his ass, because my heart is DYING!!!

Genius idea though! Loved it, loved to write it, and hopefully you will love it as well ~

As always, thanks for your awesome request!

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Ace and his marine fem!crush scenario continuation (read after the cut)

“Then, you’ll catch him and will deliver him to the Marine.”

“Zehahahaha, of course I will! But eh, Akainu, you better keep your word. You promised me the Shichibukai rank, and I’ll have it.”

Gatcha.

Akainu sighs loudly, a bestial smile growing on his lips. He pushes his cap down on his forehead, a winning gesture he always uses when things go exactly has he planed to. Name also is here, her almond-shape eyes gazing at her master’s satisfied face, her heart slightly pounding harder inside her chest. She pinches her lips together, unable to say a word for a moment, still analyzing the whole situation. Akainu has just sealed a very dangerous deal with one of the most atypical pirate she has ever heard about : Marshall D. Teach, aka Black Beard. He offered him the head of Fire Fist Portgas D. Ace, served up on a tray, in exchange of a Shichibukai rank. Somehow, she knows that she shouldn’t feel that way ; stressful and uncomfortable. She has always wanted to catch Ace, but she has never really believed that his fate would be settled with her having no say in this situation. It bothers her deeply, suddenly aware that after all those fights together, Ace is now truly in danger. She feels parted between the need to follow her duty, and this painful inner plea which begs her to find him before he would jump into this trap. She clenches her fist, almost snipping the palm of her hands with her nails, her mind boiling as she asks herself so many difficult questions.

“All of you, get out!” Akainu barks to his apprentices, catching back the Den Den Mushi on the table. “I need to prepare this Fire Fist execution.”

She frowns and bites her tongue, turning around to leave the room. She wants to yell, cry, but also beg. The thought of seeing him dead is already almost unbearable and she doesn’t understand why she feels this way. She needs to hate him, after all. It’s her duty.

***

Ace of course, has no idea of what is happening in the shadow. He’s focus on his lonely track, following Blackbeard's footsteps all around Grand Line. He feels that he’s getting every day a little bit closer, preparing himself to avenge his friend’s death. Ace has one last stop before fighting his enemy, at Banaro Island. He remains undercover, staying hidden in the shadow of a forest near a small village. Lied on his back, one arm resting behind his head, he looks at the nocturnal sky, focus. His mind can’t forget about Blackbeard laugh, that day when he has killed one of his best friend. Ace knows that he takes a risk, but it’s his responsibility; he’s a man of honor.

He furrowed his eyebrows when he hears discreet footsteps coming closer, the person trying its best to muffle their presence. He slowly turns his head, waiting patiently that his opponent will finally gets the courage to attack him ; he feels that there’s some tension in the air. It’s not entirely hostile though, and it intrigues Ace. Whoever it is, they are parted between two feelings, and it fulfills the air around them. However, since they eventually step out of the shadows, jumping forwards with a gigantic mallet he knows too well, Ace immediately answers. His fire fists lights their environment with a radiant shade of red and orange colors, revealing an unexpected surprise, his hands grasping the handle of this particular weapon.

“What the hell are you doing here alone, Name?” Ace greets, a prideful smirk growing on his lips.

He didn’t expect to see her again. It has been months since their last encounter, and they have stopped fighting only because White Beard as said so. It’s a reckless move from this girl, since she knows that she’s not strong enough to defeat him, at least, not yet. However, she manages to repulse him, strongly pushing on her weapon to make him take a step backwards, her eyes nothing but desperately angry.

“I came here to stop you, Fire Fist!” She growls aggressively, yet, Ace feels how wrong it sounds in her mouth.

“Oï, stop me from what?” He asks, tilting his head while he clearly doesn’t understand her point.

She sighs loudly, throwing her mallett on the ground while she makes a step forwards, fiercely looking at him with a determined face, her eyes focused on his playful stare. She seems quite different, Ace can’t help but notice. There’s something desperate in the way she looks at him, and she seems at the edge to reveal a secret. Yet, this mystery seems heavy, almost unbearable. She remains quiet, unable to speak, and it shatters Ace’s feelings. She has never been so weak before; she’s always full of life and self-confidence, hunting him like a ferocious lion. Now, she doesn’t even move, gazing at him as if he’s about to disappear at any moment.

“Oh, I see,” Ace eventually tries, crossing his arms around his bare chest. “You’re here just because you want a little good night kiss and you don’t know how to ask for it, right?”

He teases her because he hopes she would finally respond, bringing back her bitter comments in her appealing little mouth. Her stare becomes slightly darker, rolling her eyes exaggeratedly, while she eventually decides to play his game.

“You’re a damn lost cause, Fire Fist!”

“I’m almost hurt that you don’t go by my real name anymore, Miss Marine.”

She flinches, her cheeks turning slightly red, remembering that one time when she actually shouted his name instead of his usual nickname. She waves her hand, pouting.

“I don’t bound with pirates anyway!”

Ace laughs, freshening up this wonderful shade of red on her face.

“You’re really a terrible liar, Name! Even my little brother could do better, and sincerely, he’s dumb as hell!”

Ace finally achieves what he was looking for. She gasps, enraged, taking her mallett back inside her tiny hand, lifting it in the air to pelt him. After all, he understands that she’s actually tere to fight him, and she could be a good warm-up for his actual dual, tomorrow. He smiles brightly and, once again, easily eludes her hit, flying in the air with his columns of wildfire. She jumps, and things gets slightly more difficult. She has trained, Ace could feel it in the way she’s holding her gigantic hammer, throwing it incredibly fastly in the air. He has not so much difficulties to avoid her strikes, but he has to admit, she’s good at it. Yet, he feels that while he’s still playing, her attempts are way more powerful, and also despondent. She moves differently, trying her best to put him down, yet, it seems that she doesn’t want to arrest him. It something deeper. Way deeper. Ace furrowed his eyebrows and manages to catch her wrist, preventing her to manipulate her mallet anymore. She screams, yet it sounds more like a hopeless plea, and for a moment, he doesn’t know what to do.

But she’s not done yet. She steps on his foot, forcing him to take a step backwards, while she attacks him, over and over again. He sees that her arms start to become weaker, her weapon crushing the dust of the ground more often than before. She barely keeps her balance, and this show is unbearable for Ace. He kicks in her handle when she lifts her hammer once again, throwing it away as she has no choice but to stop her mad fight. She’s out of breath, covered with sweat, her long hair plastered against her forehead. Ace lifts his hands, the fire licking his arm disappearing in the dark. He catches his breath back, watching her closely, still shocked about her insane behaviors. He needs to understand why she acts this way ; he knows there’s something wrong.

“Oï Name… Calm down,” Ace whispers, making a step forwards, carefully coming closer. “Are you okay?”

“I...I need to arrest you...Fire Fist...”

Her voice is shaking, such as her shoulders. She doesn’t look at him anymore, her eyes focus on the ground. Ace feels his heart wrenching in his chest, and he keeps coming closer, driven by this inner feeling that he has to look after her.

“You don’t,” Ace reassures, his hands gently coming up to hold her shoulders, somehow hoping that she would stop this nonsense. “Go away…,”

“No, I can’t!” She shouts loudly, looking back at him, tears falling from her sorry eyes, desperate.

Ace can’t bear this vision. He doesn’t want her to cry this way, not because of him. He doesn’t know what did he do, yet, he’s willing to make everything’s right. He shakes his head, taking another step forwards.

“You can. Turn around and go away, tell Akainu that I was already gone,” Ace says, offering her a gentle smile. “He doesn’t need to know that -”

“It’s a trap!” She suddenly yells, catching Ace’s hands to crush them between her fingers. “Don’t go, tomorrow! It’s a trap! Blackbeard will catch you, and then...Then you’ll be arrested by the Marines and executed! It’s all planned! Ace please, please!” She pulls on his fingers, forcing him to come closer with an unexpected strength. “I beg you, please don’t go!”

She’s not lying, Ace knows it. She has never been more sincere than tonight. He pinches his lips together, saddened by her prayer. However, Ace can’t walk away. He can’t let Blackbeard remaining free, knowing that he has killed someone he deeply cared about, not after those many months on the sea to track him. He sighs, then smiles, knowing that his answer wouldn’t please her.

“I need to do it…,” Ace starts, intertwining his fingers with hers.

She widens her eyes and firmly shakes her head, still crying.

“You know that you can’t! It’s too dangerous…You’re going to die, Ace!”

Ace remains quiet for a moment, looking at her beautiful face, despite her damp cheeks and her red eyes. He knows that she can’t accept his decision, but he promised himself a long time ago that Blackbeard will go down by his hand. Softly, Ace releases one of his hand from her grip, grasping the top of his hat, which is hanging behind his nape. She closes her eyes for a moment, trying her best to calm herself down, unable to stop her tears nor her hiccups. She doesn’t even see him putting his hat on the top of her hair, nor his lips slowly going down. Before she manages to understand the situation, she feels his mouth pressed on hers, stealing that promised kiss he has claimed for so long. Silently, yet surely, she accepts his presence, responding to his kiss, unable to stop herself anymore. Ace grabs her waist, his fingers digging a bit in her skin, pulling on it to bring her closer, perhaps a bit too passionately. She puts herself on her tiptoes, now fully aware that she abandons herself to this Fire Fist, feeling his hand on her body, his lips strongly sealed against hers. After a moment, Ace slowly parted his mouth, until he opens his eyes, smiling gently.

“Would you keep that for me?” He asks, pressing down his well-known headgear on her hair. “You’ll have to give it back, once I’ll be done with Marshall.”

“Ace…,”

“You promise?” He questions her again, digging his eyes inside her sad irises.

She bites her bottom lip, muffling her deepest fears while she looks at his determined and radiant face. She eventually nods, her hand instinctively grasping the edge of his hat.

“I promise.” She finally mumbles, unable to say anything else.