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Whitebeard pirate by DemonG3
DemonG3 @G3Demon
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#edward newgate#yonkou#Portgas D. Ace#Marshall D Teach#Marco the Phoenix#izo one piece#nekomamushi#inuarashi#kozuki oden#thatch one piece#vista one piece#haruta one piece#diamond jozu#rakuyo#blenheim#blamenco#namur#whitebeard pirates#one piece#op fanart
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I had a thought earlier this afternoon when I was out, about who are the best dancers of the Whitebeard Pirates.
Izou and Marco were at the top (This phoenix likes when Marco dances cause birds do mating dances).
Ace is in middle but I can see him moving to high middle.
Thatch is at the bottom with two left feet. While Thatch has amazing footwork when he's fighting but as soon as he's dancing with someone he suddenly has two left feet.
Top - Izou, Marco, Whitey, Tate, Vista, Haurta, Rayuyo,
Middle - Ace, Whitebeard in his youth/healthy, Fossa, Blenheim, Kingdew, Speedy Jiru
Bottom - Thatch, Joza, Namur, Blamenco, Curiel, Atmos,
I only did the commanders with Whitey and Tate. I did think about putting Oden, Toki and the some of the spade pirates on it but decided not.
#one piece#whitebeard pirates#portgas d ace#marco the phoenix#Izou#Thatch#Whitebeard#edward newgate#One piece izou#one piece Thatch#Vista#one piece vista#Whitebeards Commanders#Whitey Bay#Fossa#Blenheim#Kingdew#Speedy Jiru#Joza#Namur#Blamenco#Curiel#Atmos
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february 5th - blamenco
debut chapter: 553
recent chapter: 580
current age: unknown
affiliation: whitebeard pirates
bounty: unknown
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Blamenco (One Piece)
» February 5
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Round 3... FIGHT
Izou won by a landslide last time but lets see if this one goes the same way..
#one piece#one piece polls#one piece poll#whitebeard pirates#jozu op#jozu one piece#marco the phoenix#fushichou marco#namur#namur one piece#blamenco one piece#polls
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I just discovered your lovely blog! What do you think, how will they transport the comedic elements? My friend and I had a discussion regarding that and he said, that they could go the Marvel/Star Wars route by going heavy on funny dialogue and slapstick - since the exaggerated funny faces would look silly on Live Action
Awww you are so sweet thanks 🥰
Well, i have always thought that they would go for a more serious tone because much of the humor in one piece depends on its medium allowing cartoony hijinks. I think there would be much less jokes overall, and probably the comedy would be as your friend says, relying more on one liners and the like (but hopefully better written than mcu humor jshznsjzhn)
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The Daughter's Return: Part 4
Secrets Exchanged
Part 1 | Part 5 | Table of Contents | Read this on A03
Characters: Ace x reader
WordCount: 9k (buckle up! this is a long one!)
CW: alcohol mention
You just had to get through this strategy meeting, and then you could avoid Portgas D. Ace for the rest of the day. It wouldn’t be so hard. You had done this a thousand times, as the lead strategist over all the divisions. Ace being wouldn’t make that much of a difference.
If you thought about it, the second division strategist was actually a demotion. It was significantly less intense. Two years ago, your job had been to review strategy plans and find flaws in them. Now, you just had to present plans and get them picked apart by the other divisions.
You thought about going to wait for Marco at the commander’s common room, but you didn’t want to risk seeing Ace yet. So you walked to the strategy meeting alone, with a few minutes to spare.
Only a few commanders and your father were in the room, but you found Marco there with an empty seat next to him, so you sat down beside him.
“You should really sit with Ace,” Marco urged quietly. You began to steam at his suggestion, so he quickly added more. “Strategists sit with their commanders on the other side of the table. And the commanders who didn’t have strategists present sit over here.”
You ignored him, shuffling through your papers to find the list of names you’d be presenting. You were so nervous for this meeting. You had done this hundreds of times with much higher stakes, why were you nervous now?
“Y/N,” your father called from the head of the table. You paused your work, looking up at him to acknowledge that you were being spoken to. “I’d like to talk to you privately after this meeting.”
There was no trace of anger in his voice, but you were still concerned over the private meeting. You couldn’t let that show though, you had to keep a cool exterior. If anyone picked up on your anxiety, they would question you and your abilities. You couldn’t afford that, not now.
You nodded once to signify you heard him, but you still didn’t speak to anyone. You simply looked back down at your paper and continued to give one last look over your report until the meeting began. You saw people trickle in, with an occasional double glance at your placement next to Marco.
Eventually everyone had arrived. Everyone except your commander.
“Damn Ace,” your father bellowed. “That boy is always late.”
“Must be with someone,” Blamenco mumbled. “He’s been busy recently.”
“There was a lot of noise coming from his room last night,” Thatch noted.
“Noise?” someone questioned, but you didn’t see who.
You were looking at your papers, but you could feel a few eyes shift over to you. You could feel your skin start to bubble, and you took a breath to keep your cool. It didn’t matter if Ace was sleeping with someone else. He could do whatever he wanted to. It shouldn’t bother you what, or who, he did in his free time. But it did.
“I can go get him,” Marco groaned, finally rising from his seat.
“No,” Whitebeard said, rather firmly. “His strategist can go.”
You were so focused on appearing to look normal, it took you a few seconds of silence to realize that your father was talking to you. You glanced around the table, and found all sets of eyes on you.
“Me?” you asked, rather stupidly.
“You are his strategist, aren’t you?” Your father asked, looking at you.
“Doesn’t mean I’m his babysitter,” you mumbled. You heard a few snickers from around the table, which brought you a bit of pride.
“Y/N.” Your father’s voice was dangerously close to anger, and you could see a few of the newer commanders tense.
“I’m going, I’m going,” you grumbled, rising from your seat and slinking out the door.
Every step towards Portgas D. Ace’s room felt harder than the last. You found yourself hoping you’d meet him in the hallway, or he got his dates mixed up and would be running to the meeting. But that wasn’t the way Ace did things, which you knew from experience.
You stood in front of his door, hesitant to knock. You didn’t want to know who was on the other side of this door. You didn’t want to see Ace after he had been with someone else. Or worse, see someone else with him. Your stomach twisted into a thousand knots just thinking about the possibilities.
But you had to do it. Perhaps it would be better to just get it over with. So you knocked.
There was no answer.
You knocked again. “Ace!” you shouted, banging on the door.
The door swung open, Ace’s freckled face inches from yours. He looked rough, like he hadn’t slept at all in the past 24 hours. You wondered if this was how he looked yesterday, when all the commanders came and grabbed him as you hid under the covers.
“Y/N.” Ace’s breath was warm on your face, and you took a step back. “Just the lady I wanted to see! Can I show you something?”
“We have a meeting. A strategy meeting,” you said. “The one I worked really hard for? That one. Do you remember?”
His eyes grew wide at your words, and it was clear he had lost track of time. “Shit,” he said. “Shit. Shit. Shit! I’m so sorry.”
“We need to go.” You started to turn around to walk down the hall. “Now.”
“Wait!” He grabbed your wrist as you turned, and you almost burned him for touching you. Almost.
“I want to show you something,” he begged. “It’ll be fast, I promise.”
“I don’t want to see who-” but he yanked you into his room before you could finish your sentence.
His room was empty. Well, empty in a sense that there was nobody else inside his cabin. But it was filled with woven strands and half made hats, and new shelves had appeared on his walls since yesterday morning. Whatever he was doing last night, it wasn’t a person.
“What is this?” you asked.
“Shelves. Hats. A little thing.”
You hadn’t even noticed the decor strewn across his floor. You were too consumed with the hats and the shelving. It was a garland of wooden flowers all strung up on a piece of long leather cord. Each of the wooden flowers had been hand cut and painted, and they were all unique. It was beautiful, you had to admit.
“Why?”
“I couldn’t sleep,” he admitted.
You scoffed in disbelief. “You can always sleep.”
“I couldn’t last night. I-” he hesitated, looking at you for a moment before his eyes darted away. “I just couldn’t.”
“We need to go, Ace. Tell me about your weird midnight projects later.”
“Wait! Okay let me show you just really quick. Please.”
“Ace,” you hissed. A piece of you was curious, but you knew everyone was counting the moments until you were back.
“The hats I’m making for Little Oars, right? I made him one, but it's starting to get old, so I need to make a new one, you know?”
“Ace-”
“And the shelves are for the shells. They’re everywhere, I know. I need to take better care of my stuff and organize things better, so…shelves.” He held his hands out, showcasing the shelves he built.
“And the decorative thing was just…I dunno. For fun. For you.”
“For me?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
“You don’t have a lot of stuff in your bunk.”
“I prefer it that way,” you said.
“But now you can have this too,” he explained.
You wanted to take it. You could tell he put a lot of effort into it. But your own preservation was key.
“I don’t like flowers,” you lied.
“You do,” Ace argued. “I see you smell them every time you pass the garden.”
Your heart raced. “Ace-”
“I know. Creepy. Whatever. Commanders are supposed to give a personalized gift to their strategist when they join. This is my gift.”
Your cheeks flushed with pink. You were about to decline again, but he picked up the garland and shoved it into your hands.
“No returns,” he said. “If you try to return them, I’m going to hang them up in your bunkhouse myself.”
“Thank you,” you mumbled. You held them gingerly, not wanting to ruin his hard work. You looked over them, admiring all of the detail he had done. It was hard to believe he did this in one day.
Ace watched you for a moment, and then gave a nervous laugh. “I think we should head out, or more people might come looking for us.”
“Shit!” you hissed. “The meeting!”
Both of you took off towards the command center. Luckily you had to pass by your bunkhouse, and you stopped in briefly to drop off your garland of flowers. You tucked them safely in your bedside drawer, to keep them away from lingering eyes and curious hands.
When you walked back into the command center with Ace, you saw that a few people had shifted around the table. Thatch had taken your seat next to Marco, leaving the only open seats next to one another. You scowled at Thatch, but you took your seat next to Ace without any argument. Your papers were at your new seat, at least that oversight hadn’t been missed.
“Now that everyone is present,” Whitebeard said as soon as you and Ace took your seats. “Shall we begin with the strategy proposal?”
You nodded, passing out a copy of the division breakdowns and a rough outline of the plan as you began to explain.
It went well. It barely lasted 20 minutes. There was no pushback from any commanders or the other strategists in the room. Everyone was in agreement that your strategy was airtight. It was clear that the commanders still trusted you completely, even though you had been away for two years.
You ended the meeting with the promise to reevaluate the day before, when Namur got updated schematics, and the rest of the table agreed.
“Nice work,” Ace congratulated you, holding out his hand for a high five. “I’ve never had a meeting go that fast before.”
You grinned at his compliment, and gave him a high five in celebration.
“You slept practically the whole time,” you teased.
“No! I was just resting my eyes!”
You giggled at his defensiveness as you gathered up your things. “Sure, whatever you say, commander.”
“I sense sarcasm,” he grumbled, which only made you laugh harder. You both stood to your feet and started to leave, when your father called out your name.
“Right!” You stopped in your tracks, turning back around to face him. “Sorry, sorry. Coming!”
“Let’s go lover boy,” Marco mumbled to Ace, pulling him out the door.
You hoped your cheeks weren’t red enough to give you away. Even though it was only your father left in the room, you didn’t want him knowing about whatever you and Ace had going on. Not that there was anything going on.
Your father stared at you for a long while, towering above you. You stared back, waiting for him to begin speaking.
He chuckled to himself after a bit. “I see you're getting back into ship life again.”
You shrugged. “Some changes from being on land, but it’s been an easy transition.”
“How do you like being in the second division?”
He was watching you. Extremely close. Looking for any hint of a lie or nervous behavior from you.
You chose to answer truthfully, crafting your answer with just the right language. “Honestly? I haven’t don’t much with the division as a whole. But I’ve missed strategizing. It was kind of fun getting back into it.”
He squinted at you, aware of what you were doing. “And Ace?”
It felt like a careful game of chess. You couldn’t keep your face completely neutral; it would be obvious that you were hiding something. But you also couldn’t completely react to his words, or else it would show that something happened.
You chose to scrunch your face in slight disapproval. “How honest do you want me to be?”
“Completely.”
“He seems like a good commander who can rally people when they need their spirits lifted. He cares about his family, that’s clear. But…”
You sighed, looking at your dad. “He’s pretty stupid. And he’s always falling asleep.”
Your dad bellowed out a fit of laughter at your comment, and you could feel the air lighten a bit. You had chosen to move the right piece in your chess game.
“He is definitely a character, thats for sure,” he said, wiping tears from his eyes before he spoke more seriously. “But how do you feel about him?”
You gave him a blank stare. “What do you mean?”
“Don’t act dumb. How do you personally feel about him as an individual?”
“Oh,” you said. You had to think quickly. Tell the truth, just not the whole truth. “He’s fine, I guess. I don’t know him very well.”
You saw a glint in your father’s eyes, and you knew that he had some kind of information which contradicted your statement.
“I see,” he said, watching you closely. You resisted the urge to look away from him. If you did that, he would know for certain you were lying about something.
“Are you happy with your position?” Your father asked you.
You nodded. “I enjoy it.”
He hummed at your answer, thinking for a moment. “Do you prefer it to your old job?”
You had noticed that your old position hadn’t been filled. Marco seemed to have taken over as the lead strategist in a sense, but he wasn’t as thorough as you had once been.
“It’s certainly less work,” you said, instead of an answer.
“That’s not what I asked.”
“Are you offering me my old job back?” you countered skillfully. You hadn’t been the lead strategist for no reason. You could see what game he was playing.
Your father sighed, refusing to play the game any further. “If you’d like it back, it’s yours.”
You wouldn’t belong to any division, just like before. Nobody would be in charge of you except your father. You’d be able to get away from Ace. It seemed like the perfect escape from all your troubles.
And yet, you found yourself wanting to turn down the offer. You wanted to stay in division two. You had enjoyed the freedom you had gotten since your return. You had more time to enjoy yourself than before, even with a big mission coming up.
“Can I think about it?”
Your father nodded. “I would be worried if you gave me an immediate answer. By sunrise tomorrow?”
“That works great. Thank you.”
“Do you have any questions for me?” he asked.
“Your decision to wait for an appointment offer until after my first strategy proposal makes sense. If any commanders had concerns about favoritism, those are surely gone now. I do have one question, though.”
Your father raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue.
“What would you have done if I didn’t get appointed to second division strategist?”
Yoru father smirked and gave a light chuckle. “Listen, brat. You’re not the only one playing chess here. I wasn’t about to take away your promised position without giving you another one. Got it?”
An understanding passing between you both. “And you say you don’t play favorites.” You gave him a cheeky grin, the best way you knew how to genuinely say thank you.
“Get out of my sight,” he groaned, but you could hear him laughing at your comment as you left.
You skipped out of the room, happy with the knowledge you gained during your time with your father. He was always looking out for you, even if you didn’t feel like it. You had a big decision to make, and you needed to find Marco to talk about it all. He was always a good sounding board when you needed to make decisions.
You were still skipping as you turned the corner, and ran straight into Portgas D. Ace.
He grabbed your arm to steady you. “Hey there, smiley. What’s got you all excited?”
“Nothing,” you sang to him. Whitey still sat in the back of your mind, though her tears seemed more like a distant memory at this point.
You gave him a boastful smile. “My father is offering me my old job back.”
“What?” his voice was sharp when he spoke, as if someone had stabbed him with a knife.
His fingers dug into your arm. You weren’t expecting to see such devastation and panic in his eyes. It was so startling you took a step back, burning his fingers to make him let go of you.
“As the lead strategist” you explained. “Just like before.”
“You can’t take that,” Ace’s voice was desperate. “You’re the second division strategist.”
“Well, yeah. But you can always get another one. You have plenty of great-”
“I don’t want another one,” he hissed.
“I’ll still be looking over everything and offering up strategies, Ace.”
“It won’t be the same and you know that.” You got the sense that he was mad at you, though you weren’t entirely sure what you had done wrong. This was supposed to be good news.
“Why are you so angry with me?” you asked. “What were you expecting?”
“I was expecting you to stick to your word!” Ace answered, his voice rising with every syllable.
You weren’t sure what facial expression you were wearing, but Ace seemed to realize his mistake in his tone and his words.
“Sorry I reacted like that,” he apologized. “I just wasn’t expecting this.”
“Clearly.” You stepped to the side to continue walking down the hallway, but Ace blocked your path.
“Did you tell him yes?” He asked. His widened eyes looked at you with a strange mixture of pain and hope. “Are you leaving the second division?”
You knew not to be the one to break eye contact with your opponent, but it was painful to continue to stare at him. So you did the one thing you had never done: you looked away first.
“I told him I’d give him an answer tomorrow morning.”
His shoulders slumped in defeat, and his lonely eyes bored into your soul as he looked at you. “Is there anything I can do to make you stay?”
You wanted to collapse from the pain that blossomed in your heart. Portgas D. Ace was so easy to fall for. It made sense why everyone adored him, why everyone constantly spoke of him. He was someone who would make your heart grow three sizes, and then would drop it into the ocean the next day.
“I just need to think about my options,” you admitted softly.
“Got it.” His voice was full of sadness, and he stepped to the side to let you by.
You didn’t want to walk past him. Every bone in your body told you to stay there. But you took one agonizing step after the other, and walked past him down the hallway.
You wanted him to stop you. A part of you even wanted him to rush up to you and kiss your lips, like you had seen happen so many times during the plays in Wano. But he didn’t run to you, or call out your name. He didn’t even move.
You had planned to go talk to Marco, but you weren’t interested in that now. You didn’t even want to have to make this decision anymore. You just wished someone else could make it for you.
But yaybe someone could. Someone who wasn’t invested either way. Someone who would be able to help without judgment.
You roamed the ship, searching for the sixteenth division commander, until you finally found him at the stern of the deck. He was surrounded by friends-ones you didn’t feel comfortable sharing this information with.
“Izou, can I speak with you for a moment?”
The man looked startled to see you addressing him, but he quickly regained his composure.
“Of course,” he said smoothly, standing to his feet. “How private do we need to be?”
“More private than this,” you admitted as you both walked away from the group. “But less than a soundproof room.”
He smiled at your joke, probably one he often heard from your father as well. “If this is about yesterday morning-”
“It’s not!” you quickly said, your ears and cheeks tinting red at the mention of it. “I…need some advice.”
“Is this about your appointment to second division strategist?”
“Kind of…” You found an unoccupied portion of the deck and sat on the railing. “Pops offered me my old position back.”
“And you don’t know what to do now?”
“Right!” you exclaimed. The words came rushing out after that. “I really like being the second division strategist, and the workload is much easier to manage. Plus, I really like working with Ace-” Izou raised an eyebrow, but you rushed on before he had the chance to say anything. “-but it is kind of a demotion from where I was. And if i was lead strategist, nobody would be in charge of me, and I’d be right under Pops again. And I liked what I used to do. It was stressful, but I helped people and I was good at it.”
Izou hummed, looking out across the waves. “Can I ask you an insensitive question?”
You sighed. “Go ahead.”
“Do you only care about status?”
Your mouth dropped open at his question, but he stared at you waiting for an answer.
“No.”
“Well,” Izou chuckled. “You could’ve fooled me.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” you hissed. You were regretting coming to him.
“You seem much happier in the second division. You had nothing bad to say about it except for the status it put you at. If status is all you care about, then you should be the lead strategist.”
You frowned, trying to think of a rebuttal that didn’t give your feelings away.
“It’s not just about status. There are other things at play.”
Izou raised an eyebrow at you. “You mean other people.”
“Have you always been this observant?” you grumbled, sulking at being read so easily.
Izou only laughed and ruffled your hair. “Your secret is safe, kid. But you need to be honest with yourself in a decision like this.”
“We didn’t even sleep together.”
“I know,” Izou smiled. “I believe you.”
You were quiet for a long time, trying to work up the courage to ask Izou one last question.
“You’re observant with everyone on the ship, right?”
Izou sighed. “Just ask the question, kid.”
You stared out at the sea and took a deep breath. “Is he as bad as everyone says he is?”
“Ace?” Izou asked, and you nodded. He hummed, trying to think of the proper way to respond. “He used to be. But he’s calmed down in the past few months.”
You looked at Izou curiously. “What changed?”
Izou laughed. “You’ll have to find that out on your own. I’m not one for gossip. Only advice.”
Advice. Right. You had come here for advice on the strategist position. Ace was always distracting you, even when he wasn’t around.
“The position. What would you do?”
Izou smirked. It was clear he had been waiting for you to ask that question. He pulled out a golden coin.
“Heads, you move up to lead strategist. Tails, you stay at division strategist. You stick with whatever the coin tells you. Got it?”
“You’re going to let a coin decide?!” you yelled, but he already threw it up in the air.
It fell into his hands, and he quickly flipped it onto his wrist, covering the result. Your gut twisted into a ball of nerves.
Izou looked at you, but your eyes were fixated on his hand. “Show it,” you murmured.
“Without thinking, answer one question for me.”
“Sure,” you said, still transfixed on what the result would be.
“What do you want it to be?”
“Division strategist,” you said softly. You hardly processed his question before you realized you already answered.
Your eyes grew wide and you looked up at him in shock, but he was grinning back at you. He revealed the coin to show a shiny golden head. Lead Strategist. Your heart sank.
“You have your answer,” Izou said. “You should stay a division strategist.”
You gave him a confused look. That's not what the coin had chosen.
“The result of the coin doesn’t matter,” Izou explained. “What matters is the feeling you have when the coin is in the air. What matters is the side you hope for.”
He held out the coin for you, and you took it. You turned it over several times, but it was just an ordinary coin. You had seen thousand just like this, it wasn’t special.
“Keep it,” Izou said. “For when you need to make decisions.” He left you alone, Still staring at the coin.
“Thanks,” you muttered, hearing his footseps recede. Could it really all be that easy? If you flipped the coin again, would you be disappointed with the same result?
You threw the coin in the air, and as it hung there, you still wished for the division strategist position. Even if it wasn’t the most logical choice, it was the one that would make you the happiest. That’s what you had to go off of now.
Your stomach rumbled, and you realized you hadn’t eaten all day. With the meeting this morning, you had been too nervous to eat, and your mind had been so preoccupied since then, you almost missed lunch. There was only about 20 minutes left of lunch, so you went to the dining hall to find whatever scraps were left over.
There wasn’t much, but you found enough to make a light meal. You prepared your plate, and found an empty table to sit at to eat your lunch. You had seen a few people you knew, but you weren’t up for chatting much at the moment, so you ate alone.
After a few minutes, someone sat across from you. Blonde hair, and a tattoo across his chest. Marco.
“You up for chatting?” he asked, looking up from his meal at you. He sounded tired.
“No,” you answered truthfully.
“Okay.”
That was all he said. The two of you ate together in silence, each in your own world while you mindlessly shoveled food into your mouth.
It was moments like this when you appreciated Marco. He knew when you needed quiet, and you knew when he needed it. There was a comforting reassurance that you were both able to exist together in silence without there being any tension.
You finished up your plate, and cleaned up your area. You were about to get up from the table when Marco finally spoke to you.
“You okay?” Marco asked.
You nodded. “You?”
Marco sighed. “Long day.”
“Hard day in the clinic?” you asked. You hated small talk, but it was tolerable with Marco.
Marco rolled his eyes. “Let's just say some guy cut off his hand.”
“His hand?!?” your voice carried through the dining hall, and a few people stopped to look at you.
Marco shot you a look. “Try not to announce it to the whole ship next time.”
You giggled. “Sorry, sorry. Tell me more!”
“I don’t even know how he did it,” Marco groaned, covering his face. “Some accident in construction. I was able to reattach it, but it was exhausting.”
“Incredible,” you breathed out.
“Miserable,” Marco replied.
The door to the dining hall swung open, and you looked over to find Ace in the doorway. The coin in your pocket grew heavy.
“I’m out,” you grumbled.
You didn’t look back at Marco as you walked away from him. You were sure he was making some sort of face, but you weren’t interested in seeing it.
You threw your dishes in the kitchen sink and headed out, trying your best to ignore Ace on your way. Now that you saw him, you realised you were still hurt by the way he had spoken to you this morning.
“Y/N,” Ace called. He reached out for you, touching your arm just for a moment before he pulled away. “Can we talk?”
“No.” You kept walking. You had to get away from lingering eyes that were in the dining hall, especially Marco.
He didn’t follow you. A part of you was a little disappointed, but you were mostly relieved. You didn’t want to talk, and you weren’t ready to forgive him yet. You had already made up your mind. He didn’t need to persuade you any further. And, though you would never admit it, the devious side of you wanted him to sweat a little bit longer.
You walked into your father’s office, where he was having a meeting with many familiar members of the crew. You found Whitey in the crowd, and you smiled at her briefly before acknowledging your father.
“Ah, Y/N,” Whitebeard’s voice boomed. “Back already?”
“I made a decision,” you said, walking over to stand beside him.
“I see. Let’s go talk, then. Are you good here for a moment?”
A few of the members nodded, and you and your father went into his private office.
“I’m going to stick with the second division for now,” you said as soon as the door was shut.
Your father did his best to keep a neutral face, but you could see surprise flicker in his eyes. He hadn’t been expecting that answer.
“I see,” he said, pondering what to say next. “May I ask what led to your decision?”
“Honestly,” you sighed. “I’m happier being in the second division. It’s less work, I like the people, and I still feel like I can provide assistance and feedback to other division strategists in my current position. I’d be happy to take on the strategist duties that Marco took when I left, but I would like to remain in the second division while doing them.”
Your father watched you carefully, and you did your best not to show your hand. You knew he was aware of something extra you were hiding, he just wasn’t sure enough to ask.
“Let me talk to Marco and see if he’s willing to give up those duties, but I don’t see a problem in your proposition. Thank you for giving me such a swift answer.”
“Of course. If I may-”
Your father nodded. “You’re dismissed.”
You nodded to Whitey as you left, praying that she never discovered what you had just done.
You ate dinner alone, and went to bed early. It had been a long and draining day, and you simply didn’t feel like being conscious any longer.
The bad thing about a bunkhouse is whenever someone comes into the room, the door creaks and the lights flick on, and you were always stirred from the edge of sleep every time.
After the third time, you huffed in frustration and rose from your bed. You needed a night time walk to reset your body and your brain. You opened the door to find your commander standing outside of it.
His eyes widened when he saw you. “Great, I really look like a creep now, huh?”
“Ace.” Your mind blanked on any other words. You couldn’t think of what else to even say to him.
“I wanted to talk to you,” he said, his voice soft. “If that’s okay?”
“Sure.” You were trying hard to not let him know he had surprised you, but you could feel your ears starting to fry your hair.
He led you out onto the deck and up to the crows nest, and you followed him quietly the entire way. It had been later than you expected; the moon was high in the sky and only a few people remained on deck. The night air whispered against your skin and caused goosebumps to rise. You thought about turning up your internal temperature, but the cool air made you feel more alive.
You got up the ladder, and you found several blankets and pillows strewn about the small area. It looked rather cozy, especially for such a chilly night. The area was so small, it was almost impossible for you to sit down without touching Ace in some way. You took a seat across from him and wrapped a blanket around yourself, enjoying its soft touch.
“Sorry I had to bring you up here,” Ace said, handing you a bottle of sake and opening his own. “I had first watch tonight. I tried to make it as comfortable as I could.”
You nodded, but still couldn’t bring yourself to speak. You weren’t sure what to tell him. Should you yell at him for being so rude to you this morning, or ease his worries by telling him you were staying? You opened the bottle and took a swig, trying to think about what to do.
“I want you to stay as the second division strategist,” Ace whispered. He was avoiding your eyes. He was dangerously close to touching you, but he made himself as small as he could so you could have your own space. You almost leaned into him, desperate for his warmth, but you refrained.
“So do whatever you need to,” he continued to say. “Yell at me. Curse me. Ask me whatever you want, and I promise to answer truthfully. Please. Do whatever you need to ease your mind.”
You almost told him you had already made a decision. You opened your mouth to say it, but then you thought better. Now was your opportunity to get answers.
“Why did you make me the division strategist?”
“I already-” Ace stopped himself, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. “I spent a year hearing all of these great things about you. And a few intimidating things. You intrigued me, and the moment I met you I knew I had to have you. On my team, I mean. I saw how calculated and effortless your movements were, and I knew the stories weren’t just stories.”
You hummed, still not satisfied with his answer. “So why are you trying to hold me back from helping everyone? That's what I would be doing as a lead strategist, isn’t it?”
Ace was silent for a minute, and you could see him trying to curate the right answer.
You glared at him. “Honesty, Ace.”
He sighed in defeat, realizing he had been caught. He took a long drink before answering.
“Because I’m selfish. And a little jealous. And Whitebeard entrusted you to me, so I would feel a bit like a failure if you left before we even went on one mission. I know you’ve only been here for a week or two, but it still would look bad to have you instantly transfer out of my division.”
You gave a dry chuckle. “Since when do you care about the way others see you?”
He smiled, and you could see sadness plainly across his face. He didn’t even try to hide it. “I’ve always cared. I just try not to show it.”
Your heart gave a painful ache at his words. You could relate to him in that sense. You always had to act like people’s snide comments about you being the captain’s daughter didn’t bother you. You knew you had gotten to your status by your own merits, but other people never seemed to see it that way. It always hurt, but you had to pretend you didn’t notice the sharpness of their words.
You almost asked him more, or let him know you understood his pain. But you chose to move on, taking another drink from your bottle. “Why’d you join the crew? How’d your path cross with pops?”
Ace groaned at your question. “Anything but that question.”
“Nope,” you said stubbornly. His distress at the question intrigued you. “You said you’d answer any question.”
“I know.” he put his head into his hands to cover his face. “Just don’t hate me, okay?”
“No promises.”
He peeked up at you with a worried expression, and you laughed at him. He gave an uneasy smile, still unsure if you were being serious or not.
“I had my own pirate crew, and I was making a name for myself on the Grand Line. So…I tried to kill him. Pops.”
Your mouth fell open in surprise at his words, and then you let out a fit of laughter. “You’re joking!” you said, gasping for air. “What made you think you could kill him?”
“I thought I was hot shit!” Ace said, trying to defend himself. “I thought if I killed him then everyone would take me seriously. I tried several times. Even after he brought me and my crew onboard.”
You were still howling with laughter, amused with the fact Ace thought he could ever do such a thing. You could feel your skin warm and glowing, your magma bubbling beneath the surface with your emotions.
“I know,” Ace said, taking a drink of alcohol. “It’s so embarrassing looking back on it! He told me to join him, to be his son, and I tried to cut his head off! I obviously didn’t get very far.”
“God, Ace.” You were finally starting to calm down, wiping tears from your eyes. “You really are stupid.”
Ace laughed nervously. “In hindsight, it was pretty dumb. But I thought I was invincible.”
You giggled again, looking up at the sky. It still wasn’t an ideal night to stargaze, but the moon was starting to wane, which meant the perfect night was coming soon.
You thought of the first night you laid with Ace on the deck and watched the stars, and the night he carried you back to his room. You thought of your father’s proposition, and how you had turned it down. And you thought of Whitey. What would she think, seeing you here like this. You took another long drink of alcohol. It burned going down, but you needed the courage.
“Whitey,” you whispered. At some point yours and Ace’s legs had made contact with each other, and you felt him stiffen at her name. “What happened with you all?”
“Y/N, please.” Ace’s voice was pained. “Please not that.”
You both stayed quiet for a few minutes, staring at the sky. You knew it had nothing to do with your appointment or your position, but this might be the only time you would get it out of him. Still, it was quite cruel of you to put him in such a position. You were at a crossroads of whether or not to forget the question, when Ace spoke.
“I’m sure you’ve heard about my reputation on this ship,” Ace finally said, his voice barely a whisper.
You nodded, still looking at the sky. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at the freckled-face boy. You weren’t sure why.
“Well it’s true. I slept around a lot. A few months ago, Whitey started giving me attention. And I gave it right back to her. The flirtation, the soft touches and little whispers, the looks when you think nobody is looking…it was fun for me. I enjoyed the chase more than the actual catch, if you know what I mean.”
You nodded again, though you didn’t really know what he meant. Your stomach churned with envy just hearing him talk about it.
“She wanted something more. A real relationship. I just-I dunno. I wasn’t ready for that. I didn’t want that. I became a pirate to be free and to do whatever I wanted. Whoever I wanted. I liked sleeping around with a bunch of people. All different cultures, backgrounds, shapes and sizes.”
“Ace. Get to the point,” you said sharply. You felt like you were going to be sick hearing him talk about all of this.
“She wanted a relationship, I didn’t. We both thought we could change eachother. But it never happened. Eventually the game got boring with…no reward So I moved on.”
Ace took a deep breath, and you could tell he was trying to figure out how to word the next part of the story.
“She was devastated. The whole thing really hurt her, that was obvious. Not to sound too cocky, but it turned out she wasn’t the only one who fell in love with me. I just never noticed the trail of broken hearts I was leaving. I guess I’m just too irresistible.” He gave a nervous laugh, trying to lighten the mood. “But it made me realize my actions were hurting people, so I took a step back and limited the flirting and sleeping around. I never meant to hurt anybody. I just wanted to have fun.”
You finally pulled your gaze from the sky and looked at him. He was staring at the ground, wearing a look of deep shame.
“I know she’s one of your closest friends, so I don’t blame you for hating me now that you know. But that’s the truth, I swear. If you don’t want to work in the second division, I won’t blame you. Whitey left too after it all came out.”
You pressed your leg against his, trying to get him to look at you. But his eyes stayed glued to the ground.
You nudged him again, ignoring the pit that was forming in your stomach. “I don’t hate you,” you said softly. “Thank you for being honest.”
“Yeah.” He sounded miserable. Like he didn’t believe your words at all. He was picking at his skin, trying to calm his nerves.
You knew you should let it go. You had caused him enough painful reflection tonight. But the question was burning as strong as alcohol in the back of your throat.
“Do you regret it?” you asked, unable to contain your curiosity.
“No." His answer was immediate. "It was what I needed at the moment. And Whitey was a wake up call. I’m glad it happened to me, even if it hurt other people in the process.” He snorted a laugh that held no humor behind it. “That’s kind of shitty to say out loud.”
“Maybe,” you agreed. “But I know what you mean.”
“Thanks.” He still refused to look at you.
“Hey.” You nudged his leg again, but he didn’t respond.
“Hey!” You bumped against his arm this time, leaning in closer to him in the process. “Will you look at me?”
He didn’t for a while, but his eyes finally moved up and landed on your face.
You gave him a small smile, hoping he wouldn’t be mad with what you were about to say. “I told pops I was staying in the second division.”
His brows knitted together in confusion. “Staying?”
You took a drink. “I like it better than my old job.” You gave him another playful nudge. “Better people.”
“You’re joking,” he scoffed, but his eyes widened, and they looked much more hopeful than they had a moment ago.
“I turned him down right after lunch,” you admitted, a soft blush appearing across your cheeks.
Ace’s mouth feel open in shock. “Lunch? But then-”
“Ace!?” A booming voice called from the bottom of the mast. “Is it safe to come up?”
“Shift change already?” Ace mumbled, looking up at the moon. “I’ll be damned. Rakuyo! You can come up!”
You heard the seventh division commander climbing the ladder, and your heart raced at the thought of him finding you here. What would he think? Would the rumors with Ace start up again because of you? You weren’t sure those rumors ever really died out, but you didn’t want to fuel the fire more.
Rakuyo’s head popped up between you and Ace, and it was clear that he was startled to see you there. A sly smirk grew across his face.
“Oh, darling.” His voice was full of mischief. “Ace, seriously? Up here?”
“We were just talking,” you rushed to say.
“Yeah, yeah,” Rakuyo said, waving you off as he stepped onto the crow’s nest lookout. “That’s what they all say.”
You looked at Ace, who’s eye twitched slightly, but he said nothing in his own defense.
“Whatever,” you grumbled. You chugged the rest of your sake quickly, desperate to get out of the conversation. “I’m going to bed.” You lowered yourself into the hole and climbed down the ladder.
“Can you throw my pillows down?” Ace asked his fellow commander, lowering himself down after you.
Rakuyo laughed. “You know the rule dude. Whatever stays up here, stays until morning.”
“Dude,” Ace whined. “Thats what I sleep with.”
“Should’ve taken the all-night shift then.”
Ace groaned. “Seriously?”
“Mmmm, so comfy. And alcohol!? Ace, you shouldn’t have!” Rakuyo jested, and Ace gave up on his endeavor of getting his sheets back.
You and Ace walked back to the bunkhouses quietly. The walk back gave you a lot of contemplation, and a lot of time to work up your courage. He only spoke again when you were at your door.
“So you’re really staying?” Ace asked as your hand was on the doorknob.
“Wait here,” you whispered, and you opened the door just enough to slip inside.
You snuck into your room quietly and grabbed your comforter and pillows from your bed. You hesitated for a moment, and then reached into your bedside table and shuffled around, looking for the bottle of wine you had stashed in there. You finally found the glass bottle, and slipped out the door with the comforter, pillows, and wine.
You handed off the wine and pillows to Ace, and got a better grip on the comforter before you looked up at him.
“What are you doing?” Ace asked, looking at the things you had handed off to him.
“You don’t have bedsheets,” you said simply, your cheeks warm. “So we’re using mine.”
“I can’t take your bedsheets,” Ace said, looking around dumbfoundedly.
“Relax,” you hummed, starting to walk towards the commander's chambers. “I’ll sleep with Whitey. It’s not a big deal. But we’ll finish that wine first. I have more questions to ask you.”
Ace groaned, but followed you through the halls. “I thought we were done with honesty hour.”
“No way! I have so much more to learn about you, Portgas D. Ace,” you giggled his name. It felt so sweet on your lips. “You’ve piqued my interest.”
“I get to ask questions too, then,” Ace argued.
You chuckled. “Maybe. We’ll see how generous I’m feeling.”
Ace scowled at your response. You stuck your tongue out at him, which made his mood lighten a bit.
"You're really staying?" Ace asked again, eager for you to finally answer him.
"Yes, Ace!" you said, smiling at him. He seemed to carry himself higher after you answered his question, and the tense air between you two finally cleared.
You danced down the hallway with a newly found lightness, your comforter still in your hands. You felt comfortably warm, and just a little tipsy, though you weren’t sure if that feeling was coming from the alcohol or from Ace being so close to you. The only thing you truly knew was that you were throwing caution to the wind, and hoping that you weren’t as stupid as your best friend.
After a short walk, you reached his room and quietly slipped inside. As he dropped the pillows onto the mattress, you found a place to sit on his bed and wrapped your comforter around you. Ace sat down across from you, opening the bottle of wine and taking a long drink before handing it to you.
“So,” he started, wiping the wine from his upper lip. “What else do you want to know?”
You weren’t really sure what else to ask him, so you looked around his room for inspiration. The half-made hats were still strewn around, but you already knew the answer to that mystery.
“The shells,” you said, looking around. “Why do you have so many?”
“They’re from every island we visit,” Ace said, watching you look around the room. “I make sure to grab one every place we see.”
“Why?”
Ace shrugged. “I dunno,” he admitted. “Something that nobody else can get. It’s mine and it’s free. Every island has shells.”
“Even winter islands?” you questioned.
“I’ll settle for stones too.” He pointed at a pile of rocks on his shelf.
They all looked like normal rocks. Just smooth stones that had been worn down by the current of the ocean. He could’ve gotten them from anywhere. Even the shells were mostly common ones you could find on any beach. Someone could easily swap them or steal one and he’d never be the wiser. But they were obviously important to him.
“I’m going to show them to my little brother when I see him again,” Ace explained. He was staring at the shells, but you could tell his mind was elsewhere. “I’m going to tell him all the stories that come with those shells over a nice bottle of sake.”
You liked this side of Ace. He was kind and gentle and sincere. He had a little brother and he loved shells and he wanted an adventure worth telling.
You picked up a shell on his bedside table. “What’s the story with this one?”
He looked over and saw the small conch shell in your hand. He smiled fondly, and you felt yourself relaxing.
“Narrow Arrow Island,” he said. His hand reached for the shell, and he turned it over in his hands.
“Me and Thatch had this big mission, but we totally misread the map to find the town we were going to. We ended up walking 5 miles in the wrong direction. We only found out we were going the wrong way because some bandits tried to rob us and ended up telling us!”
You giggled at his story. “How do you mess up five miles in the wrong direction?”
“The island was narrow as an arrow! It wasn’t named that for no reason!” he said defensively. “And we had the map upside down!”
“You’re lying!” you squealed out, nudging him playfully.
“I swear.” Ace crossed his heart with his index finger, which only made you laugh harder. Ace couldn’t help but join you in laughing at the outlandish story. Even if he knew it was true, he understood your skepticism.
“Okay, okay,” you said, finally calming down. “Your turn.”
“My turn?” Ace asked, looking at you with a puzzled expression.
“Ask me anything,” you said, puffing your chest out and taking a long swig of wine. “I can take it.”
Ace thought for a moment, running through his options. He had so many questions, but one had bothered him for a while.
“Why’d you leave?”
“Pops told me I could have the second commander position if I was stronger,” you said smoothly. It was an answer you gave so frequently, you almost believed it yourself.
But Ace squinted at you in suspicion. “There’s more though, isn’t there? I imagine you could’ve gotten stronger on the ship if that was the only reason.”
He was good at reading people, you had to admit. Or at least good at reading you. You sighed, taking another drink. You’d need it for this answer. But you owed Ace honesty and vulnerability, since that’s what he had given you all night.
“My entire life I was always Whitebeard’s Daughter. Everyone looked at me like I didn’t earn my place; like I only got there because of who my father is. Ever since I could remember, wherever I go, his name follows me. Which is fine, most of the time. I love my dad, and I know he loves me. But those looks from others…the hatred, the envy, sometimes a mix of both. I just got sick of it. I needed to know who I could be without him towering over me.”
After you finished, you glanced nervously at Ace to see his reaction. His face surprised you; his mouth was agape in shock, and his eyes seemed to glisten with understanding. He cut his eyes away from you after a moment, deep in thought.
“I know what you mean,” he mumbled.
You laughed at his statement. “You know what I mean? And how’s that?”
He glanced over at you nervously, opening his mouth again to say something. He seemed to change his mind though, and reached for the bottle in your hands instead.
You handed it over him, contemplating on if you should push the question or not. You got the sense that Ace truly did know what you were feeling, but if you tried to open that door, it wouldn’t budge.
“Tell me about your brother,” you offered instead.
Ace’s eyes lit up. His entire body jumped to attention at your question. He looked like a little kid in the candy store, thrilled to have an opportunity to talk about something he truly loved.
“Luffy,” he said. “That’s his name. He should be setting out to sea any time now, actually. We made a pact when we were seventeen we’d become pirates. His seventeenth birthday is in a few months, so I’m sure I’ll see him soon. You’ll have to meet him! He’s like nobody else you’ve ever met before, I swear.”
He went on and on, telling you about Luffy’s straw hat and their adventures in the jungle together. They were raised by mountain bandits, which was surprising to you since Ace had such proper manners. He talked about his brother until you both finished the bottle of wine, and you found yourself smiling along at every story.
“I look forward to meeting him one day,” you said, a sleepy smile on your face.
“Oh crap,” Ace groaned. “I talked way too much about him, huh?”
“No! I really enjoyed it all, truthfully.” you sighed, rising to your feet. “But I think I do need to go to bed now. It’s pretty late.”
“You can stay, if you want,” Ace offered. His already rosy cheeks turned into a deep shade of red.
You wanted to stay. You really did. It would be so easy to slip back into bed and cuddle up against him. You wanted nothing more than to fall asleep against his warm, bare chest.
But you couldn’t. He was your commanding officer, and while one night in his bed could be explained away as a fluke, two nights would become a slippery slope. Plus, your absence in the bunkhouse wouldn’t go unnoticed. Whitey was painfully aware of your movements, and the last thing you needed was to hurt her even more.
“Not tonight,” you said, attempting to give him a smile. “Whitey’s waiting for me.”
He flinched slightly at the name, and you felt a tinge of remorse bringing her up.
You started walking towards the door, trying to think of something else to say.
You turned, smiling at him. “Let’s do it again soon though, okay?”
He perked up at that, nodded in agreement. “I’d like that.”
You opened the door and slipped out in the hallway. “Goodnight, Ace,” you whispered.
“Night.”
You silently shut his door and headed back to your own bunkhouse, unaware of the eyes that were watching you go.
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#one piece#one piece imagine#one piece scenario#one piece x reader#one piece x you#portgas ace x you#portgas ace x reader#ace x y/n#ace x reader#portgas d ace#portgas d. ace#✧˚ace✧˚#cozage
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NEW OP CHARACTER (OC)
Out of the 7 years I’ve been consuming OP I haven’t made made an Oc until now hehe
She’s still in daft so bear with me, tbh she doesn’t have a name yet maybe Mylo? Nova?Lmao idk
Gonna have to zoom in, to really soak in the plot jk jk I’m info dumping here: (but if you don’t wanna read a lot, the images is a recap more or less)
- Born In Water 7, This Kid Worked as a Apprentice Shipwright at Galley-La Co.
- Got Caught in a Annual Aqua Laguna at like 14 ish
- Ended Up Stranded On a Random Island, Built a Boat to Get Back Home; Without a Log Pose, Map, Or Navigation Skills, She Just Ended Up Drifting From Place to Place. Kinda Became A Adventure on It’s Own
- Found and Ate A Devil Fruit called smth like…
[ Sheep Sheep Fruit Model: Komahitsuji]?
- Now Can’t Swim, She Decided to Stay on Island And Just Live as a Sheep, Eat, Sleep, Shit and Repeat living the dream y’know
- Months Pass And A Ship With A handful Of Pirates Show Up, Izo Being Apart This. Believing A Sheep Native to Wano Somehow Got Out Of Country, Decided to Bring it Along. Izo Using Snack Sack To Get it Aboard The Ship, And Her Being Have Sleep And Delirious, She Follows.
- Not Fully Aware During The Trip Back To The Main Ship, She Wakes Up in Front of Whitebeard Confused, But Keeps up The Sheep Act really what do you expect, they make awesome food, she can chill all day, and be on the sea without worry, it’s a solid deal
- After Week She Just Decides To stop The Act, Playing With Stephan And Kotatsu Was Fun But Getting Treated Like Them, Not So Much
- Huge Shock For Everyone But They Got Over it, Got Adopted By Whitebeard, And Became a Official Member Of Whitebeard Pirates
- Starts Working as a Apprentice Shipwright Again, Under 6th Division Blamenco!
- Working in The 6th Division Means She’s Not Always On The Main Ship, But When She is She’s Following Izo around, Izo Being The one Who Brought Her is Kinda Responsible of Making Sure She’s Alright
- Besides Izo, She’s Learning a Few Things From Haruta, Ranting to Namur, Listening to Stories from Whitebeard, Gushing about UTA to Thatch, and Bothering Marco because everyone likes to do that once in a while
- Getting Away From Work Is Where Whitey Bay Comes In, Jump Ship With Her and Be MIA until She’s Found Out and Called Back
Ace Joining (Kidnapped) 2 years after her:
(Gonna have to zoom in man)
- Met 2 Months into his assassination attempts they met randomly, when Whitey Bay dropped her off.
Ace and Her Was Cool After The Assassination Attempts, They Would Talk When She’d Get Back From Where She Working
After The Paramount War:
- Too Young To Participate In The War, She Was Left To morn Whitebeard and Her Brother’s Lives
- She Took Care Of Stephan For A Bit Until She Decided To Work For The Revs
- Learned protocols And Tactics For a Year
- There She Loved Meeting Ivankov because who wouldn’t? And Learning under Inazuma Was Fun Reminded Her of Learning Things From Haruta
- Met Sabo and Talked about Ace and Moments She Spent With Him
- After Being Deployed In A Mission With Sabo, Koala, Hack, And a Handful Of Revs, She Both Respected And Feared Sabo
- Koala Unintentionally Saved Her From Talking With Sabo Once And Became Her Saving Grace Ever Since
- She Was Deployed Under Morgans as a Spy to Keep Tabs On Him and Anything Else Note Worthy
- Shockingly Met Deuce, Told Him The Truth because she’s conditioned to tell her older bothers the truth He Didn’t Care Much, So He Became A Silent Accomplice
- Another Year Pass And Strawhat Pirates Make Their Debut Into The New World, While Working For The Revs She also Helps Deuce Write Reports On The StrawHats Newest Exploits
Now That that’s Over With, Here’s All Her Art (Still Drafting)
Sketches:
With Color:
Thanks for coming to my rant fest, or just looking at the art, I appreciate it, okay bye :D
#original character#one piece#oc art#masked deuce#portgas d ace#ace#one piece oc#one piece original character#Izo#izou one piece#whitebeard pirates#op whitebeard#galley la#Thatch#marco the phoenix
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Hello! My Name is Nemo! Welcome to Jackass!
MEME-TIME! MUHAHHA! 😂💯👾
Lol, this was "supposed to be quick, easy and literally just a meme" and now it took nearly a week and drove me nuts 3.14 times XD 😂
I had this in mind for ages and pushed it to the back of the shedule all the damn time, now it's finally done. *20th century fox proudly presents*
Nemo being grounded! 😂
Two weeks of kitchen service is way too nice for all the non-sense and chaos she caused on board - and of course she just gotta provoke, eh? Push one button and BANANABEARD CAN GLOW WITH LED LIGHTS! ISN'T IT BOOTIFUL???! 😂😂😂
I'm surprised Pops didn't throw this girl over board a single time... XD
Anyways, hope this short memetic content amuses you as it amused me! XD Which punishment do you think Nemo deserves? How long would you ground her for? How many dishes would you let her wash? ><
LOL
Nemo loves to prank others! From glueing Pops to his seat, to putting chilli into Marco's pineapples - everything is possible! And since she is a horrible influence regarding this on Ace, he often tags along with her shenenigans! In a nutshell, so far in the story they pulled off:
Roasting a Seaking with an alien-weapon
Spilling glitter everywhere
Using yellow paint to make Pops mustache become banana
Glue Pops to his throne
Make Blamenco smell his own feet
Let Deuce run in a circle for one hour to find his mask
Hide Vista's hair-care products and let him suffer to find out
Fireworks ala Firecracker!
See if you can cook faster than the oven! (Faster apparently does not imply better...)
Use watermelon-seeds as ammunition against everyone!
Make Haruta admit to his love for rubber duckies
Find out who Jozu's secret crush is
Arrange a date between Whitey Bay and Izou, don't tell either of them though!
Surprise everyone with a loud, cheerful party at 3 AM for a whole week!
Sulk at the Crew when 3 AM parties are suddenly forbidden.
Make the sulking as dramatic as possible and pretend to die.
Shock the Crew by jumping into the sea and let them believe we drowned!
Jumpscare them all with a trumpet.
Make them fear the trumpet.
Make them wish the trumpet was a nightmare that would end.
Place fart-pillows everywhere.
Tag "Kick me!" pictures to everyone's back.
Make the world believe aliens exist.
Fake an alien invasion.
Make headlines!
Use narcolepsy as an excuse for literally everything fifty times in a row.
Make them believe you don't understand socialising.
Put too much wasabi into all beers.
Sew Marco a feather-dress.
Put eggs into Marco's bed every day.
Ask Marco if he's already a chicken-daddy every day.
Test: How long and how intense can you annoy Marco until he fries?
Will he taste like chicken when he fries?
Force everyone to do maths!
Put the alpahbet into the maths once they think they're safe.
Let Ace believe he is safe from the maths, but then make him do maths anyway.
Make everyone be scared of numbers!
Make everyone scared of numbers and letters in combination!
Put hidden numbers everywhere to cause paranoia.
Replace Satan.
Paint Pops a pretty make-up while he sleeps.
Also do his fingernails.
Put a bow on him.
Make Namur believe he might be an alien as well
Make everyone believe they're aliens
Establish a conspiracy and laugh about the idiots who believe it
Fake a UFO crash
Fake found-footage of alien abducting pirates to cause global panic.
Shoot confetti-rockets at Mariejois and make them beliebe it was the Marines.
Estabilish A.M.A.B as a Slogan: "All. Marines. Are. Bastards!"
Create hundreds of robots, fake loss of control and prank'em by thinking A.I enslaves mankind.
Clone coconuts.
Clone a huge amount of coconuts.
Establish coconut as super fruit and throw them at everyone who disagrees with you.
Polish Jozu to make him Shiny-Jozu.
Make Blenheim believe Fossa has a crush on him.
Watch chaos unfold.
Mess with the cacti-juice.
And so much more...
... to be continued!
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The Plight of the (not) house cat
This is the second of my pieces for the amazing @opmarcozine! You can find it in the digital add-on 💙
Last chance to grab yourself a copy!
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The first time it happened, Kotatsu didn't pay it any mind. After all, Ace could hang out with whomever he wanted. The Spade Pirates were now a part of the Whitebeards so it was only right they socialise with them. Kotatsu himself liked to play with some of them… Blamenco in particular was fun, always carrying toys and snacks that he would sneak to Kotatsu when the Spades—especially Deuce—weren't looking.
It was fine for Ace to hang out with the first division commander. Perfectly reasonable.
But was it still reasonable if they were together everyday, every waking hour? Was it still reasonable if Ace seemed to completely forget about everyone else—forget about Kotatsu?
No, he didn't miss his captain and he most definitely wasn't jealous.
Kotatsu simply thought it was unfair. To other people.
He finally reached a breaking point one calm afternoon on the Moby Dick. It was a beautiful day too, just begging for a nap in his favourite corner of the deck—the one that was just secluded enough to give him some peace from the training and fighting people, but still close enough to know if something happened. The sun warmed the wood up all day there as well, making it perfect for the lynx to rest, relax, and enjoy his moment of repose.
But that day, he was shocked and disgusted to find his spot already occupied.
And not only that; it was occupied by the stupid big bird man in his hybrid form, a large book propped up against one of his legs while Ace slept on his lap using a wing as a goddamn blanket. For a moment, Kotatsu could do nothing but stare at the scene with wide eyes and an open mouth, completely frozen in place while the bird flipped a page lazily as if he wasn't completely ruining Kotatsu's day.
That was his spot. His corner, his sun, and his captain. Kotatsu was the one Ace was supposed to nap with, not some ugly blue canary.
Maybe Kotatsu should hunt him for sport one of these days? It was what he deserved.
"Kotatsu? What are you doing?"
Kotatsu didn't even move to acknowledge Skull's confused question. He refused to look away, refused to give up his silent fight. The lynx only swished his tail in annoyance from where he was sitting motionlessly, a few metres away from the… cuddle party, staring intently at the two men in an effort to get them to leave.
"You know you can just join them, right?" Skull asked with something that sounded suspiciously like amusement in his voice.
Kotatsu bristled, an angry hiss that he didn't bother to suppress, escaping him at the very suggestion. Join them? Why the hell should he? Why would he even want to? How preposterous.
Finally, Kotatsu sighed and got up, leaving the two bastards who stole his spot and a smug looking Skull behind in search of a new, nicer spot to nap. As he slowly walked away, however, he came to a decision. He was going to watch this Marco and he was going to make sure Ace remembered where he belonged.
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From that day on, Kotatsu made it his mission to keep an eye on his captain. Whenever he sensed there might be foul play at work, he would sniff Ace out… and inevitably find him in the company of that stupid bird. In the bird’s cabin, in Ace’s bunk in the communal cabin, in the kitchen, in the crows nest. The last one was admittedly the worst place by far as Kotatsu, with his four legs and no hands, had no way to get all the way up there—and especially down from there—safely.
Most often, however, they could be found in the infirmary.
Ace would sleep on one of the cots while Marco tended to his patients or they would just chat absentmindedly while Ace sharpened his daggers and Marco worked on the crew’s medical records. Or they would both be on the bed Ace had managed to claim for his own in the few months since they had become a part of the crew.
Just like they were doing right now.
Kotatsu wasn't sure what exactly it was that they were doing but he sure as hell knew he didn’t like it. The bird was resting his back against the headboard with Ace sitting in his lap, the bird’s hands resting on Ace’s thighs with his thumbs rubbing circles into the fabric of his shorts. The captain had one of his hands on the bird’s naked chest, the fingers of the other one tangled in the little hair the bird had left on his stupid, weirdly shaved head.
Their faces were squished together in a way that couldn’t be comfortable in Kotatsu’s opinion. He was pretty sure he saw one of their tongues moving into the other’s mouth and briefly, Kotatsu wondered since when had humans groomed each other.
Not that it mattered to him.
He bristled when he realised neither of them was even going to acknowledge his presence. They didn’t even notice Kotatsu opening the infirmary door and walking inside, nor did they pay it any attention when he meowed in irritation at them. Huffing to himself, Kotatsu looked around the infirmary, his eyes scanning the room carefully until they fell on the cabinet in the back of the room that was full of bottles with herbs, creams, pills, and liquid medications.
A series of loud crashes followed only moments later; glass shattering, shards and contents scattering all over the floor.
“What the—” Ace yelped as he jumped in shock, finally separating himself from the bird.
Said bird wasn’t far behind in his reaction. “What happened?!” he asked with a slight panic in his voice as he whipped his head around to find the source of the sudden noise.
If it were possible for him, Kotatsu would be smirking evilly right then. As it was though, he could only stare the two of them in the eyes when they had finally noticed him sitting proudly next to the cabinet, which was now missing nearly half of its contents thanks to Kotatsu’s handiwork.
“Kotatsu, what the fuck?” Ace asked with exasperation when he managed to process what had happened.
“I hope you realise you’ll be paying for all this, yoi,” Marco told Ace, giving the other man an unimpressed look.
“Why me?!” Ace protested immediately.
A lazy, amused smile appeared on Marco’s face. “He’s your cat. And he can’t very well pay the money back himself.”
“Fuck you.” Ace groaned. “And fuck you, too,” he added, throwing an annoyed look at Koatsu.
Kotatsu only meowed in satisfaction.
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To Kotatsu’s horror, the two of them started locking the door after that. That meant Kotatsu was forced to sit in front of the door, complaining loudly and demanding to be let inside. Unfortunately, the door never opened and the single one positive result of this tactic was more pets and treats from the rest of the crew.
However, being reduced to a demanding house cat didn’t sit well with Kotatsu and so, after a while, he stopped trying.
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It was about a month of stalking and glaring later that everything changed.
After an ugly run in with a marine fleet, Kotatsu found himself finally allowed into the infirmary again—unfortunately, it was as a patient because of the… minor injury of a broken hind leg he had sustained. He didn’t want to be treated by the stupid bird but since he could barely walk, he could do nothing about it except snarl at him with questionable results and focus on Ace’s warm hand rubbing his ears.
Completely ignoring Kotatsu’s complaints, Marco examined Kotatsu's leg, touching it carefully to gauge the extent and severity of the injury. It didn’t take him long to sigh and nod at one of the nurses, who only nodded back and went to rummage through one of the cabinets.
“Okay, Kotatsu. I have good news and bad news, yoi. Good news, it’s not too serious and will heal quickly. Bad news, I will have to reset the bone so it’s in the right place,” he explained in a matter-of-fact tone.
Kotatsu huffed. He had expected as much; this wasn’t his first fracture, after all. It had happened once before, back when he was kept in the freak show. He still remembered how much the resetting hurt, the pain almost making him pass out. He had never wanted to go through it again… but he supposed at least this time, he had Ace next to him.
“It’s not going to be too bad,” his captain said in a soothing tone when he noticed Kotatsu tensing. “Just sting a little, you big baby.”
Sting? A little?
“Yep,” the nurse, Tate, agreed. “Here I go.”
With wide eyes, Kotasu stared as Tate took a syringe and injected him with something several times around the swollen fracture. This… wasn't what he was expecting. And what he was expecting even less was the numbness that followed—all feeling in the area went away and with it, the pain.
Kotatsu blinked, watching in awe as Marco took an expert hold of his leg… then set it right as if it were nothing and Kotatsu barely felt a thing. It was so different from the freak show treatment that he didn't know how to react.
"See? Not too bad, right?" Marco said with a smile, scratching Kotatsu below the chin briefly. "Now I'm gonna do a quick treatment and Tate will finish you all up, yoi."
Kotatsu chirped in acknowledgement, and only then did Marco nod at him and turned back to his leg. A second later, blue fire crackled in his palm and he slowly, carefully brought it to Kotatsu's injury, letting the fire gently lick at the fur and skin. He waited a moment, gauging Kotatsu's reaction but when the lynx didn't protest, he pushed the flames further.
It was… strange, seeing his leg on fire but not burning. Instead, comfortable warmth spread from the area of the injury, covering his entire leg in the feeling of being huddled into a soft, fluffy blanket in front of a fireplace.
It was surprisingly pleasant; not like the burning heat of Ace's bright red flame. Not like the scorching power that blue flames usually carried. A warm flame, a safe haven, a healing hand.
And Kotatsu had to fight really hard to not start purring.
"There, all done, yoi." Marco nodded in satisfaction when the flames died out. "Tate will wrap the leg up now. No running and jumping around until I say so, understand?" he added with a stern look in Kotatsu's direction.
Kotatsu glared at him, baring his teeth in a voiceless hiss to indicate his annoyance at this treatment. He wasn't stupid, alright?
"Okay, next patient. Take your kitty and go after Tate's done, yoi," Marco said to Ace then.
"Are you kicking me out?" Ace asked in a mock scandalised tone.
Marco huffed out a small laugh. "Yes."
"Asshole." Ace's tone was amused now, obviously fighting back laughter.
"Brat," Marco shot back without hesitation. "I'll see you later."
And when the bird leaned over, pressing his mouth to Ace's in that weird way they sometimes did and that always made Kotatsu bristle and the rest of the crew to tell them to 'get a room,' whatever that meant… Kotatsu was shocked to realise he didn't mind that much anymore.
Maybe the bird wasn't all that bad after all.
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"What the hell is going on here?!" Ace asked no one in particular.
In the time since the Spade Pirates had joined the Whitebeard Pirates, he had never once seen Kotatsu and Marco get along. It was always glares and hissing and raised eyebrows and 'Ace, he's sitting on my paperwork again, yoi!'
Nothing, and he meant nothing… could have prepared him for the sight that met him when he walked to the quiet, sunny corner on the Moby Dick's deck. He had expected to find Kotatsu there, ready for a nap and possibly willing to let Ace join him but instead, there Kotatsu was, sleeping soundly while curled up next to Marco.
Marco, whom Kotatsu was ready to eat at the first opportunity, whom the lynx hated and messed around with constantly since they met. Ace had assumed it was because of some cat-and-bird thing but then why did he seem so… comfortable now, huddled under the phoenix’s wing?
It didn't make sense. It was bizarre. It wasn't fair.
That was his spot.
"Ace? Why do you look like you're about to combust?" Skull asked, voice full of confusion as he stopped right behind Ace.
"What—what are they doing?" Ace asked back instead of replying.
"Hm?" Skull hummed. "You mean Kotatsu? Apparently, he likes how warm Marco’s power is.”
Ace didn’t say anything. He simply continued glaring at the scene before him, seething. How dare they? Ace felt like he was being cheated on. By the both of them. At once.
“I feel like I’ve had this conversation already but you do know you can just join them, right?” Skull asked and Ace was positive he had his eyebrows raised under that mask of his.
Asshole.
Shrugging as if it didn’t matter to him, Ace turned on his heel, uttering a simple. “No, thank you.”
As he walked away—while pointedly ignoring Skull’s all too amused laughter—Ace came to a decision; he was going to watch these two and he was going to make sure they damn well remembered who they belonged to.
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want me some yara and ace too
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Ask, and ye shall receive!! Here you are, dear Anon!! <3 This prompt ended up working really well with another one, so this is technically part 1 of 2!
Part 2 here!
💘 fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss
“Alright, Fire Fist,” Haruta said, turning his attention to the young man in question. “You’re up next. Truth or dare?”
“Dare.” Leaning back with his hands locked behind his head, Ace flashed the surrounding group his most cocky grin. “And don’t make it a lame one, either. Do your worst; I can handle it.”
The participating Whitebeard Pirates let out a collective “oooooh!!”
“Don’t let your mouth write cheques you can’t cash, Ace!” Thatch said with a chuckle.
“Oh, c’mon. How bad could it be?” Ace replied with a shrug. “Last time, I literally ate something that Teach licked. It can’t get worse than that.”
“Hmm…” Haruta’s brows puzzled together, seeming to take Ace’s words as a challenge. He tapped a finger against his chin, deep in thought. Suddenly, his expression lit up. “Wait! I’ve got it.” A smirk rose to the Twelfth Division Commander’s lips. “Ace… I think I’ve found your one weakness.”
“Weakness?” Ace laughed confidently. “What, you want me to jump into the ocean? Cuz one of you’s gonna have to go pull me out.”
“No, no. This is far more dangerous than that.” A wicked glint flashed through Haruta’s eyes. “I dare you… to kiss Yara.”
Ace’s grin immediately vanished, heat flaring to his cheeks. His entire body suddenly felt as if it was burning; a sensation entirely unlike using his Devil Fruit. Those flames he could own; could control as if they were mere extensions of himself, bending to his whim. No, this heat was unpredictable and all-consuming, threatening to swallow him whole and leave nothing but a shattered heart amidst a pile of ashes. He wasn’t sure if there was anything that could actually burn fire, but if there was, he was certain it would feel something like this.
The chorus of “oooohs!!” only crescendoed, compounded by raucous laughter, the other pirates immensely enjoying the Second Division Commander’s discomfort.
Ace laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. “Okay. Ha ha. Very funny. Now give me a real dare.”
But Haruta’s eyes only narrowed. “That was it,” he stated, crossing his arms. “Kiss Yara. I’m dead serious.”
“C’mon, Ace!!” Curiel shouted. “You said you’d do anything!!”
“Yeah!” Jiru grinned. “Give her a kiss already; we know you’ve been dying to!!”
A pit opened in Ace’s stomach as he came to the realization that the other Division Commanders weren’t going to simply let up. But for Yara’s sake… He shook his head emphatically. “Guys, no. That’s not fair. I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
The familiar voice grabbed his attention. Butterflies burst into his stomach as his gaze met the beautiful heterochromatic eyes that belonged to none other than the object of his affection. Yara sat down on a deck chair across from him, having just returned from refilling her mug. She balanced it on her lap, crossing one of her long, slender legs over the other.
“It’s-- I-- Because…” he stammered, his face going even redder. “I just-- I can’t.”
Yara merely stared back at him, shrugging her shoulders. “It’s only a game, Ace. I don’t mind.” Taking a sip of her beverage, she placed it down on the ground next to her.
“Do it!!” Blamenco egged him on.
Ace desperately turned to Marco for help, hoping that the level-headed First Division Commander would put him out of his misery, but Marco’s lips twitched into an amused smile instead. “What’re you waiting for? She said she’s okay with it, yoi.”
The crowd was full-on chanting now. “Kiss her!! Kiss her!! Kiss her!!”
Ace sighed. He was doomed either way. Shakily, he stood up, trying to ignore the cheers as he made his way across the deck and knelt down in front of her. His palms began to sweat, small licks of fire bursting off of his body.
“Oooh, someone’s nervous!!” Thatch teased.
“Shut it!” Ace snapped at him before turning his gaze towards Yara.
He swallowed, his stomach twisting into knots. She really was the picture of loveliness, her long violet hair swept over her shoulder, golden hoop earrings glinting in the evening light. Her eyes-- one deep chocolate brown, the other ringed gold and piercing, like a hawk’s-- met his. The weight of those three words he’d been wanting to say to her since forever rested uncomfortably on the tip of his tongue, his heartbeat thumping hard and fast, as if it would burst through his ribcage at any second. But perhaps it would be fine if it did. It belonged to her, anyway.
Ace began to lean in, the intoxicating scent of her vanilla lotion overwhelming him, his mind going hazy. Yara paralleled his movements, her head tilting at a slight angle. His hand rose, cradling the side of her face, his fingers tracing her jawline. Their noses brushed against each other as his eyes fluttered shut. The warmth of her breath ghosted against his lips, flooding his senses with desire.
Yara…
You have no idea how much you mean to me…
How long I’ve wanted you…
But…
He stopped, his breath hitching.
No. Not like this.
Ace’s eyes opened. Gently turning her head, he leaned forward and pecked her on the cheek.
Boos rang out from the crowd as he pulled away, stepping back to give Yara her space. Surprise flickered across her face as her hand rose to her cheek, lightly touching where he had given her the kiss.
“C’mon, do it properly!!”
“Don’t chicken out!!”
“Hey, the dare was just to kiss her!” Ace snapped at them, picking up a balled-up napkin someone had tossed at him and throwing it right back into the crowd. “Haruta didn’t specify where!!”
He turned back to Yara, giving her a lopsided grin. “Sorry about that. I know they suck.”
But the look on Yara’s face was not one of relief; instead, he could’ve sworn he saw hurt flash through her eyes.
Her expression quickly hardened. “It’s fine,” she said coldly. “I’ve had enough of this childish game, anyways.”
Ace’s heart sank as she grabbed her beer and strode away, heading for the living quarters. Had he really made her so uncomfortable, just with a kiss on the cheek? Or was there something else? His shoulders drooping, he made his way back over to his spot and plopped down next to Marco. He had decided long ago to live without regret, but…
Pressing his face into his hands, he let out a massive sigh. What the hell had he just done?
it got sort of angsty there at the end i'm sorry
anyways tagging @auxiliarydetective @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene
#oc: bravada yara#ship: portada#otp: i'd burn the world for you#portgas d ace x oc#my ocs#my writing#asked and answered#stay tuned for part 2!#this is all going to play out a bit differently in “and i'll surrender (myself to you)” but that's okay lol#i just love writing pining ace#(and pining yara too if you squint)#i've gotten more requests for this particular ask game than i was anticipating and i'm honestly so delighted#thank you so much anon! i really appreciate it!
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Mech Pilot AU thoughts
I'm leaning between Pacific Rim and Titanfall with this idea-mostly because Titanfall is the nicer end of "the mechs are/can become sentient" without the horror elements that NGE introduces
Marco's mech is a compliment to his father's.
Whitebeard, legendary mech pilot from back in the day, piloted a massive and fucking heavy beast of a mech unit that was wholly designed to level a battlefield and everything on it. When Whitebeard went to war, his side had to call active retreats on all positions in the ground assault because when he showed up he was absolutely going to reduce even their allied positions to pancakes. Rare was the day that Whitebeard left enemy survivors. The weakest points on Whitebeard's early design mech was the joints but unless you destroyed the cockpit (the most well protected point inside the behemoth), she could still move even with near critical damage to the joints. His big girl was made to keep moving and the only way to stop her was to destroy the legs and even then unless you also destroyed the arms this bad motherfucker was going to destroy everything in range anyway.
Marco's in contrast, was built to fly. Fast, light, and equipped with jet wings. Still well armored, still equipped with some gnarly guns, the weakpoint of Marco's bird was in the wings. The attachment areas to the back were designed to be easy to remove-pop in and out. If Marco is grounded due to wing damage, he can pop those suckers off and still jump fairly high and have high mobility on the ground. His was designed to work behind, physically on, and in tandem with Whitebeard's giant-a buddy to focus on destroying incoming missiles intended to stop Whitebeard in his tracks. With Marco around, he never stopped moving. With the whole Whitebeard fleet behind him? They never lost a battle and only the more-feared Rogers fleet could draw them to a standstill.
The Mechs developing sentience was unintended but welcomed. Whitebeard's chose the name Moby, was a jovial and gentle giant off the battlefield much like her pilot. When Whitebeard retired, his body unable to bear the strain in his mid 60s, Moby was devastated. They both knew it was coming, they both acknowledged it was needed in order Whitebeard to not just suffer a fatal heart attack or brain aneurysm inside the cockpit from the strain, and both hated it. Moby refused every attempt at a replacement pilot. Phoenix, in contrast to both Moby and Marco, is catty and moody and and elitist to the point that they rarely speak to anyone who isn't a "ranking officer" on par with Marco, Whitebeard, or Moby. They much prefer being left to themself, and on the battlefield typically treats other mechs and their partners as part of the scenery-to be climbed on if large enough or otherwise ignored unless they need assistance. Phoenix also is not immune to flattery, but is often suspicious of it unless Marco gives it his blessing.
Marco's chose the name Phoenix, he liked the imagery and the meaning. When Pops retired, both were nervous of the idea of stepping up into the lead. Sure, Jozu and Atmos and Blamenco all had physically larger-than-average mechs but they were still smaller than Moby and none could hit as hard. Pheonix was a heavy-hitting support, without the buddy he was designed to help. Both floundered a bit in the first year of their new leadership role, but upon finding their ground-with Pops leading logistics over their communications lines-they were somehow even more formidable than before (perhaps, some whispered, so they could make up for the lack of their greatest weapon no longer being in play).
Then came Ace, and Fire Fist. So named for experimental technology; flame throwers and a super-heated retractable sword that often just set the mech as a whole on fire. Ace, safe inside an airtight cockpit that's externally doused with all kinds of flame retardant, would cackle and Fire Fist would echo a laugh of their own. Small, fast, and lightly armored the mech would often take damage during fights-and just as easily shrug them off to roast enemy pilots alive inside their partners. Not every pilot even considers fire damage, let alone takes the measures that Ace and Fire Fist have to ensure their own safety with their equipment.
The audacity of these punks is beautiful, and Marco's smitten within a week. Phoenix takes a little time, but one compliment about their rockets setting a building ablaze is all it takes for them both.
Other idle thoughts:
-Moby had, to begin with, a very stark white and gray paintjob. It faded over time and got all kinds of chips and wear/tear. Whitebeard's jumpsuit was navy blue with white highlights.
-After retirement, Moby mostly hangs out at base and plays defense on the very few occasions someone attacks the WB directly.
-Moby, appropriately, stands at 76 meters/250ft (PR jaeger height)
-Phoenix is painted sky blue and usually enters battle from a high altitude-they match their surroundings and is difficult to spot visually and on radar. They much prefer it that way. The gold highlights were Marco's idea, as is the yellow/gold jumpsuit he wears when piloting.
-Phoenix is much smaller than Moby, just about 9 meters/29.5ft (8.5 times smaller than Moby). He used to enjoy climbing all over the big guy, but after Whitebeard's retirement he now climbs all over Jozu/Blamenco/Atmos' mech's instead (each of which stand about 70-72 meters or 229-236ft)
-Fire Fist is 8 meters/juuust over 26ft. He demanded that he be painted red and orange to match the fire laden equipment they use (he's a stickler for thematic matching). He's happy, fiery like Ace, but is easier going and prone to wanting to de-escalate rather than feed into an argument. Ace's jumpsuit, to match FF, is orange with red highlights.
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Whitebeard Pirates Week - Day 2: Saying goodbye
It's a list of regrets no-one's ready to write. Bullet point after bullet point of sad "if only" and bitter "I should have".
It's pointless. The kind of mental torture that offers you no way out, no absolution. It's a spiral as vicious and unpredictable as those whirpools that used to trouble the New World waters. It's so easy to get stuck and to sink deep, deep and deeper still. Until you're alone in the dark depth with nothing but that crushing pressure inside your chest.
Marco knows.
He lived through so many of those shipwrecks already. He learned the rhythm of that particular tide called Grief. The ebb and flow of despair.
He witnessed the remains of it in his brothers' eyes.
Behind Izou's bravado in front of Pops, Oden on the verge of drowning and his home country growing smaller and smaller in the distance. And in the way he'd fix the horizon, years later, quietly admitting to the missed farewells with his sister and all those words left unsaid, still sticking to the back of his throat.
Behind Thatch's poorly hidden flinches his first few weeks on board. And in that mournful haze that clung to his shadow each time they celebrated birthdays.
Behind Ace's anger-stoked fire. And in his inability to relent, to let go, to give up.
Behind the heaviness of Namur's footsteps on Moby's deck after hours spent undersea.
Behind Haruta's quiet violin recitals to the setting sun. And in his nostalgic smile every time he deciphered a new partition.
Marco saw. Silent witness to all those moments and memories that caught them unaware, threw them off-balance.
You grew sea legs for that too. Staggering but standing. Learning over and over that freedom comes with concessions. That death is inevitable but not to be sought after. That vengeance could be more bitter than defeat.
Marco knows, overlooking Ringo's Eternal Graves, surrounded by the falling snow, but nothing eases that familiar pressure in his chest.
The weariness of starting yet again a new cycle of pain and respite. Studying that fresh tidal range one day at a time, to hopefully master the rage and apathy it'd bring.
It's a new morning for an entire country but his pain is the same as before. Raw, vivid. And it's easier to pretend he can feel Sphinx and its hidden valley beckoning, the call of the living depending upon him, than to think about the words he ought to have said to all the people he lost before it was too late.
His goodbyes are short and formal, affecting a resignation and a collectedness he doesn't feel.
He stocks up on paper and ink before flying off. He has letters to write and news to share. Maybe he would get Fossa or Blamenco to pay him a visit.
@whitebeard-pirate-week
#I write#op fanfic#one piece fanfiction#whitebeard pirates#Marco the Phoenix#angsty#I swore I'd never write about Izou's death and here I am with a grieving Marco#I started something for D1 with power swap but it wouldn't stay a short thing I could easily write in one day#tried for a hopeful resolution in this one but it's pretty bleak#also made some link with the fic I wrote for Haruta#and the project I have on Thatch's backstory#I wrote this instead of working 🌟
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