#ace fanfic | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

lawsvalentine · 7 months

Note

IM BACK ! <3 if i could please request ace and L, Q, and W please? ty for hosting this event and congrats again ! :3 💗

Portgas D. Ace Fluff Alphabet

• L, Q, W •

Cee’s Note: thank you my love 🤧🤧 you’re so sweet

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Ace’s love language can be either acts of service or words of affirmation

Ace is very generous when it comes to the people he loves. We see how selfless he is in the series

He will do anything for you even risking his own well being just to make sure you are safe and taken cared of

He is also very expressive with his feelings towards you

He has grown since how he was as a child from being very cynical to being more expressive with his gratitude and feelings for his loved ones

You have helped him as well and he will always tell you how much he loves and appreciate you

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time

with you?)

I imagine Ace being very adventurous so he loves to take you on these grand adventures

He wants to experience everything with you and wants to see the world with you

Ace also loves taking naps with you especially after a big meal shdhd

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting?

Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

Ace would be very supportive of you and encourage you to be the best fighter you can be

He actually finds it pretty hot shdhdj

He will definitely help you by training with you

However, despite knowing that you are more than capable to defend yourself there are times when he fears he may lose you so he might step in and fight for you

Don’t be too hard on him 🥺 he just loves you sm and would be devastated if something happened to you

236 notes · View notes

sflow-er · 6 months

Text

Happy Ace Week 2023!

I have long been wanting to make a little collection of comments to demonstrate the importance of asexual representation in fanfic, so here's one now (all snippets taken from my own ao3 inbox and out of context).

Ace rep matters - to aces and allos alike - so let's keep writing!

#not yr #asexuality #asexual #ace week #ace week 2023 #asexual awareness week #asexual awareness week 2023 #asexual representation #ace rep #ace representation #ace fic #ace fanfic

65 notes · View notes

vinnoa-articles · 10 months

Text

Roaring Waves

[Image by Eiichiro Oda]

Rating: Anyone

Word count: 1,799

Type: Angst

Characters: reader (anyone), Portgas D. Ace

Trigger warnings/content: Spoilers! Drowning, death, friendship, lost, swearing

He was free, or at least his soul seemed free as he rode the waves on his board. Black locks flowing behind him. His sun kissed skin glistening as the sun sets on his whitebeard tattoo on his back. It was breathtaking, just seeing him laughing as he was dancing on the sea’s foam. He was your light, inspired by his huge grin, that was brighter than the sun itself. You were lost in thought when he came back around. Snapping his fingers in front of your eyes. His starry freckles peppered his face, pairing with his smile. It was contagious, his smile, his laugh, and his actions.

“Oi, OI” you feel something hot right near your lashes that makes you jump back, nearly falling off the edge into the water. You yelp and touch your lashes to make sure none of them got burnt off, giving that sunny boy a scowl to remember.

“Ace boy, you can’t do that shit! You know I can’t swim!” You hissed at him. The fireboy laughed as he sat right next to you on the edge of the bay, seeing your reaction was always his favorite part about his adventure at this moment. Tilting his hat back so you could clearly see his skin glowing. You weren’t sure if it was the water, the sun or just his devil fruit powers that was doing it, but something was captivating about it. It made you want to be friends with him, and he made an impact on the village you were from. He got rid of the marines, and even seemed to speak to a “Garp” or “Raleigh” or some old boomer, but he must have power in high places. No matter though, it should be okay to relax a little.

“Oh you CAN swim, you just prefer not to in case the sea creatures come around and devour you,” he laughed while leaning on the back of his palms. You grumbled a bit and glared at him a little.

“Okay you falling into the sea and for me to save your ass was not part of the agenda,” you jabbed at his head, making his hat cover his eyes. You heard a slight growl from him as he returned the jab to your cheek.

“Oh yeah? Well, I didn’t have to kick the sea creature’s ass for you while you were skipping rocks y/n!” As you two start to exchange some finger jabs at each other, you both finally stare at each other and laugh. It was stupid, but you were right, without each other someone would have gotten severely hurt, even dead. “Hey now, I am grateful you picked me up from the sea”. You gave a slight nod to reciprocate the same feeling. The subtle breeze was amazing against your face, and tickling your ears as if it was whispering secrets.

“I mean Ace, you sure you don’t want to wait here and just take a load off? I know Whitebeard might be waiting for you. But-” you looked at the red sun, almost sinking into the depths of the sea, as if it was signaling Ace’s departure soon.

“You know, I may be strong, but I need to find the One Piece before my brothers do y/n”, huffing it out as he stood up on the edge. His hands in his pockets, fishing out a piece of paper that was wiggling in the air.

“You mean Sabo and Luffy? I mean, they may come here. You never know!” You glance up at his toned figure, how does he stay so fit. Sometimes you wonder if his powers help him burn the calories, but then again, he is a pirate as well and he has fought big names. Crazy how he manages to do it, and hearing the lore of his brothers doing the same makes your mind wonder what if I had devil-fruit powers. Maybe you could have helped your village from the marines instead of Ace. However, the village never knew he was a pirate. They detested pirates as for years and years, many have come to see a pone? A big square rock, but I have no idea if it even rests here. I have seen it in a cave, but it's nothing interesting. Even Ace saw it and said not to worry about it, as long as I don’t speak a word about it to anyone. That I could trust his brother with this rock.

“True, but the seas call to me. Only you can get over your fear of the sea you know. You can’t join my crew, but if you get off this island, I feel like you could help people really well”. This is where you frowned. You truly didn’t feel like it, especially since all you had to do was ask Ace and he solved it within a day or two; by himself. You felt something land on your head, and it was Ace’s hat, you could still smell something burnt, but it was a smell for you to remember. He could tell you were not very convinced by his actions at all. “I guess I can give this to you,” he stated as he handed you something small. It was a piece of paper that looked the exact same as the one he was holding earlier. Perplexed, you looked at him dumbfounded. You raised your eyebrow, like really? “Oh I forgot, this is my vivre card. Its to show you where I am going, and when I get hurt”. Grasping the chit between your fingers, you observed it, moving in the opposite direction of the wind. It was true, it was following the direction of Ace’s movements.

“So does that mean you will leave soon?” You jump up, hoping he wouldn’t be leaving for a while. He shook his head in dismay, as if he did enjoy his time here, yet there were many islands and places that were just as good, if not similar to your village.

“Well, just know I will be back,” he stretched his arms up above his shoulders, then rolled his neck to make sure he was stretched around.

“Promise me? At least come back here before your brother gets here, you understand?” Trying to lock eyes with him to make sure he was a man of his word. He just nodded and chuckled.

“Yeah yeah, I will-” Ace turned his head to see your pinky extended out to him, making sure he would pinky-swear to come back. You could see some hesitation, but he grasped your pinky with his. It felt hot, as if your pinky would get soldered onto his. “Yes, I will come back before Luffy and Sabo.” You sighed a sense of relief. As you both release, you see him spring off the bay and onto his board. You felt a little sad, but knowing he was a man of his word, you knew he would come back. Yet why did you have a sense of dread building up in your heart, restlessness that couldn’t be settled. “Oi, you better not lose that card!”

“Could never fire boy!” You laughed while waving at him. “Bye Ace! Good luck!”

“Tell the Marines I am nearby at Banaro if they try to do something again!”

At least, that is what you remember from what happened days ago. You had your little sailboat out at sea, traveling because you heard that Ace was not at Banaro; the island next door. You heard about a big flame and black dust popping up. Yet there wasn’t any word about what happened. It was so hush-hush. Even newspapers refused to waste their paper on your little hometown because the population was so sparse. So, you decided to go out to sea. The vivre card leading which way Ace could have gone. It was slightly burnt, and that made you beyond worried. You weren’t going to let a new friend of yours get hurt when he was just fine not that long ago. Sitting on your boat, you could tell that the seas were restless from all the marine boats that would pass by. Afterall, you had no flag to show if you were a pirate, so many left you alone. You swam for fish here and there, but no deeper than that to avoid the truth of the depths of the seas. Then there was sound, a loud sound. Seeing it from a distance, you could see the sky was dark. There was yelling, screaming, and sounds of agony. You try to see what could be up ahead, and you see the markings. Impel Down; the infamous underwater prison where no criminal leaves alive. There was no way you wanted to get near that place, but the waves carried you closer and closer to the prison. The vivre card was moving a lot in the direction of the prison.

“No…no way”, you mutter. There was no way Ace was fighting with the marines here, right? Right? You see a huge ray of light burst over the walls. What could it have been? You row as fast as you can, closer and closer to the underwater dungeon. You felt your boat about to touch the base when-

“ACE” You heard a scream, and you didn’t recognize the voice. It felt frantic, even mortified. Who could it have been? You look at your vivre card, only for it to disintegrate in the palm of your hand. It's disappearing, no, it can’t be. Why is it-

You rush to get out of the boat, only to miss a beat and slip. Seeing a big gray rock coming straight to your face as you fall face first. What was this hot, yet cold feeling? It was as if Ace was hugging you, letting you know he would be back. Would he be? Your body feels so numb right now. You have to try and swim like he said, so he could keep his promise of seeing you needed to swim, but you couldn’t. When did the water look so red and pretty? Similar to when the sun was sinking the day Ace left. Well, maybe you can sleep a little. You must have landed on the dock for sure. It hurts to breathe, but you know you will wake up and return home. Telling them how you went to the underwater prison and even touched the dock. They warned you time and time again, the seas were rough that it was dangerous.

You were living proof, right? My body feels heavy. Well, maybe later I will tell Ace how crazy it was for his vivre card to go up into flames. Like we did, we pinky-swore, near the roaring waves.

33 notes · View notes

chihoshisai · 7 hours

Text

Guitarist Ace

Ace x Reader

cw : established relationship, cursing, angst, hurt with no comfort, ace is a guitarist in a band, mention of sex, oral and fingering, drinking // wc : 1,755K words // also on ao3

A Drowned Temper

Ace was a good boyfriend.

Until he started drinking.

He was a good drunk — lively, sometimes the life of the party and occasionally he would black out. Though only for a moment, as he would regain consciousness soon enough for people to assume he wasn't completely wasted. But that was on the good nights, where his band did a good liveshow, when tickets were sold out and everything seemed to go without trouble. During the afterparties, he was loving. Towards his members, towards you and even towards any strangers who happened to cross paths with him as the heat of alcohol flushed his body. And you enjoyed that — the way he would whispers hushed affection in your ears, how his hands would travel across the parts of your body he usually was too prude to touch in public, how he easily egged you into joining the fun despite your claims that someone needed to stay sober to watch river the group. Even though that someone was frequently you.

This part of Ace was fiery, far from the heat he demonstrated on stage. A contagious side of him that left you worried as you watched him drink and drink and drink some more. With no words of concern holding the power to stop him from intoxicating his system. Only when he stopped waking up from his occasional black outs did you put down your soft drink, bid goodnight to the other members of the band, and drag him into a taxi to finally reach the destination of his apartment. It wasn't too much to handle.

But the thing with alcohol is that once you're used to it, once your body is used to handling it, it becomes a habit. A habit that becomes harder and harder to control the more accessible drinks are to you. The more often they are offered to you. And Ace found himself a victim of all of it. He was an accustomed drinker, his body had built a tolerance. A threshold that he would often go beyond, under the sheer fortunate glasses that would be handed to him during dîners with recording companies as he pitched the idea of his group, and sometimes his bandmates who wanted to drink after a long week of practice sessions. Or by walking down to the convenience store on his day off because he simply wanted to drink. And sometimes pressure.

Being the guitarist and leader of a four people band was fucking exhausting. Like really. It was a group effort but being the glue to the group, the representative, could be stifling. Shouldering the dreams and hopes of everyone, as they applied and auditioned to countless record companies was stressful. What with the sheer reality of being rejected once again hitting everyone like a hard heavy truck, Ace had to be the one to keep the smile going on his face. Telling everyone that it would be okay. That they would do better next time. Or that the recording company sucked ass and they're worth more than they could imagine. Most importantly that they were still doing pretty well hosting their own shows at live houses, even gathering their own fanbase.

If he showed weakness during these times what would become of their group. What if everyone lost hope? What if they all went their separate way? He had worked ridiculously hard to get to that point. To find his members. To create the group. There was no way in hell that he would allow it to dissolve into nothing. And over what? A few rejections from power and money hungry old conglomerate bastards? Over his dead body. All that to say that Ace dealt with a lot, felt a lot and lived through a lot.

Meaning he needed a drink.

Sometimes more than he needed you.

Now, you were probably the brightest light of hope and inspiration in Ace's life. Being his girlfriend meant listening to his music whenever you or he pleased, witnessing their practice sessions, getting to know the other members, walking home late, hand in hand, as he shared his aspirations for the future, his eyes glazed with passion. Late night calls where he'd ask for your thoughts on this new melody he thought of while you sleepily yawned that it was 3am, but he would argue that he wanted you to be the first to hear it. On the times he would invite you to sleep over, his floor hidden underneath piles of clothes though not without empty bottles, he would sheepishly pick them up saying not to mind the mess though you assured with a grin that you saw nothing.

Until the curtains of night fell and he would fuck, lick and finger your cunt until you were either visibly pleased or begging him to stop while being a drooling mess. Ace would then gently stroke your hair, whisper how much you meant to him. How much he loved you, the words sweet in your ears, before he grabbed his acoustic guitar and played a ballad that would proficiently lull you to sleep.

The next morning you would wake up, not to the soreness of your body but to the savory smell of breakfast waltzing its way throughout the house. With your eyes peeking open to the empty place next to you, your steps would instinctively lead you to the kitchen, where you'd wrap yourself around Ace, the chimes of good mornings and kisses filling the soft golden room that basked in the sun before eating breakfast together while making small talk. You were happy. You were both happy.

Not being part of the group meant that they were hidden sides of him you got to see. Some more often than others. And some more bittersweet than you'd like to admit. Oftentimes, you blamed the industry, feeling that they were purposely sabotaging the band rather than the pressure Ace put on himself. Even as his count of drinks kept going up on the bad days, you had decided to stop by his place for once out of worry, but mostly to offer support along with a shoulder to lean on as his partner. Like a storm you always showed up banging on his door to make sure he would hear it over the rhythm of his guitar.

The ceaseless noise, rattling at Ace's brain, irritated him. He wondered which of his band members had come and for what reason when they knew he preferred to be left alone on days like these. Though since they were a team, it made him feel like the world turned agaisn't him everytime he was having a bad day. And with each pound of the door he found himself unable to mute the sound from his mind, forcing his feets to trail towards the door, his right hand opening a crack to reveal his head while his left hand remained hidden with a bottle nestled in it.

“What do you fucking want,” he slurred, before releasing a sigh once he recognized the person behind. “Oh, it's just you,” he let himself disappear behind the dusk of his place, visibly unaware of the alarmed expression that settled on your face while he left the door to hang open for you to slip in.

“Ace are you alright?” You asked, following him inside, feeling a pit form in your stomach at the sight of bottles that lined up on the floor, the place looking messier than you had ever seen. “I heard from Marco about what happened. Do you want to talk about it?”

Standing in his living room, a hand pressing the bridge of his nose while an exasperated sigh escaped his lips, Ace tried not to blame his member for blabbering like that. “Are you here to give me a pep talk?” He gave you a stern look, eyebags clouding his face, a tint of red blurring the white of his eyes from a sleepless night while he stood shirtless, dressed in nothing but shorts.

“No I'm not.”

“Good. Because I really am not in the mood for it,” he exhaled from his nose before swallowing a swig of his drink.

“I just wanted to make sure that you're okay,” you spoke in an hesitating voice, slightly taken aback by his attitude.

“Well clearly I'm not and there's nothing you can do about it,” he shook his head, seemingly as though to say can't you see how I look.

You tempted a few careful steps towards him while you spoke, “Ace, why don't you slow down on the drinks a little,” you reached out a hand, slowly almost as if you were scared to frighten him. “I think you've had enough for today,” as your hand further approached it was met with the empty air due to the recoil of Ace's hand.

“Don't try to tell me how much I can drink,” Ace involuntarily raised his tone. Surely it wasn't him speaking, but the alcohol, right? “Who do you think you are?” He didn't mean for the words to sound so harsh. But they did.

“I'm your girlfriend,” your voice broke in your throat, memories of your time together flashing in your mind. “Does that not mean anything to you?”

“Certainly not now,” he began before pointing a finger in your direction. “Look, you're not a musician, you can't understand how shitty it can be, how fucked up my reality is and how we are not in this together. You're a bystander that can only cheer for me from a distance, okay.”

The burning heat of the words that charred your skin, along with the rapid heartbeats that mingled to create a pained expression to form on your features made you question the tangibility behind the shared past that slowly turned into bitterness. “It doesn't mean I can't empathize with you,” your voice pleaded, finding itself unable to get upset at his words.

“Sympathy is not what I need right now. It is not going to do shit for me!” Ace boomed in your face. His temper had completely slipped out of his grasp. “If you want to help, go home.”

“Ace,” your voice cracked as you shook your head, tears glistening in the corners of your eyes.

“Go home!” He yelled, pointing towards the door. And as he watched you go with tears streaming down on your cheeks, relief and anger conflicted inside him, before he went to sit down on his couch and drown in the sweet toxin of alcohol.

16 notes · View notes

vinsmokc-sanji · 3 months

Text

Please send me any of these and:

Sanji (OPLA);

Zoro (OPLA);

Ace (OP);

Eddie (Stranger Things);

Steve (Stranger Things);

Baron (Marmalade);

Gator (Fargo).

I'd love to write any of those as blurbs!

#stranger things #one piece #eddie munson #fanfic #sanji #steve harrington #sanji fanfic #zoro fanfic #ace fanfic #portgas d. ace fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #steve harrington fanfic #marmalade baron fanfic #gator tillman fanfic #gator x reader #gator tillman #gator fargo #stranger things fanfic

12 notes · View notes

mariistyping · 15 days

Text

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.

#one piece #fire fist ace #portgas d ace #one piece fanfiction #ace angst #ace fanfic

6 notes · View notes