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#portgas d. ace x y/n
zaimta · 9 months
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Hey. How are you doing? Congrats on the followers. I'm a huge fan. I wanted to put something in for your event. I was hoping to have Ace with the prompt "i’ve been wanting to kiss you for a while." please? I don't know how much detail you would like. But I think it would be cute if they were childhood friends. But whatever idea you want to use it okay with me. It will be great no matter what. Thank you and congrats. <3
zai: i love me a good childhood friends to lovers it itches my brain just right! the actual event was a year ago but imma still write this bc why not lol ps everybody say ty bochi for the fire manga cap
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growing up together the two of you were basically inseparable. he always found himself by your side, he couldn’t help himself there was something about you. maybe it was the way you never backed down when he argued with you, or the way you cared for luffy and got along with sabo, or definitely how you called him stupid for letting his name define him.
sabo elbowed ace with a small smile on his face “you’re staring at them. again. everyone knows you like them you know you’re so obvious.”
ace stammered over his words, his face quickly turned red as the blush creeped up his neck “im not! i was just lookin out for luffy. you know luffy plays rough and i didn’t want him to injure y/n. yeah that’s it.”
sabo’s grin gets wider and becomes smug “oh so you’re worried about y/n?”
“shut up!” ace yelled feeling embarrassed and with his pipe raised as if he was going to swing.
it’s been years since that conversation. the quartet, unfortunately, became a trio. although the conversation ace had with sabo was years ago he remembered it as if it was yesterday. he’s been crushing on you since you were kids he’s not the shy type but for some reason, you have that effect on him. anytime he tried he always chickened out.
but today was the day he was leaving to sail the world so it was now or never.
“are you sure you don’t wanna join my crew ace? you can be first mate!” luffy smiled widely at his brother. he asked the same question hundreds of times and got the same answer.
ace laughed and smiled “please we both know that i’m the captain and you’re first mate luffy. i’ll see you later yeah? try not to cause too much trouble while i’m gone luffy.”
ace’s gaze landed on you, his eyes visibly softening when he looks into yours “how do you feel about an adventure on the seas y/n?” he extends his hand to you “it’d drive me crazy to be apart from you.“
“what? come on ace you can’t steal my first mate!” luffy protested with his arms crossed.
you raised a brow and smiled at luffy “first mate? i thought ace was your first mate luffy?”
“he’s a captain now so it wouldn’t work get with the program y/n!”
you laughed and gently nudged luffy with your shoulder “im gonna miss you luffy.” ace’s eyes lit up and he smiled like a love-sick fool “y/n..”
you put your hand in his. he pulled you into him, his free arm snaking around your waist “welcome aboard first mate.”
luffy stuck his tongue out at the two of you “traitors!” he then laughed with his usual infectious grin on his face.
“oh great he took the only one with sense.” dadan grumbled and rubbed her temples it was going to be a long few years with no one to keep luffy in check.
as you sailed off with ace you watched as the island became smaller and smaller, he cupped your face in his hands. his touch was gentle yet rough “there’s something about you. you drive me insane always have and you always will.” he leaned closer your lips mere inches apart. he wanted you to close the gap he wanted to see if you wanted him as much as he wanted you.
you leaned in and closed the gap, your lips gently molding with his. one of his hands moved down to your hip to pull you closer when you unfortunately had to pull apart for air he bruised his lips against yours and pressed a kiss to your lips.
“i’ve always wanted to kiss you…we’re gonna burn the house down baby just watch.”
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roronoaswifey · 1 year
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(𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀) 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄
summary. how the one piece men react to you wanting to dance with them on the dance floor
pairing. monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji, trafalgar d. law, portgas d. ace x gn!reader
warnings/tags. suggestive content, implied sex, mentions of alcohol consumption, very brief blood mention, reader grinds on one piece men
wc. 1.5k
kazu’s note. all i want is to grind on ace to give it up to me at the club??? is that so much to ask 😩
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𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐃. 𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘
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“you wanna go dance? bet!”
→ it’s surprising to see luffy off the dance floor, at the exception of a snack break
→ whether he looks a fool or not you don’t mind, not when he’s keeping up with your energy, vibing along with you to the beat of the song
→ half the time he’s off beat and nearly crushing bystanders’ feet but you’re nearly as hyped to actually have a heart to tell him so
→ tries his hardest to not hit you in the process but whenever he does he laughs it off and apologizes vaguely
→ luffy is naturally touchy as it is, so it’s to no surprise that he’s holding your hand in his, swaying along to the tracks, dragging your body with him
→ what is surprising, however, is the sudden shift of energy when the upbeat songs change to reggae music
→ even with his charming grin, your back is suddenly facing him and your hands are hoisted on your knees, shaking your ass absentmindedly as luffy catches what you throw
→ his brazilian blood is really coming through here, body moving fluidly with yours
→ he has his hands all over you, hips moving in sync to your own movements, as he hypes you up, going as far as smacking your ass
→ you both are so lost in the momentum that you fail to notice the way strawhats are visibly either in shock, distress or just as hype as y’all
→ his thrusts meet your bouncing almost frantically, and whether to blame it on the sake he might’ve stolen from zoro, he gets admittedly more turned on then usually
→ when the song comes to an end, you pull away, turning to face him and by a simple glance you both simultaneously come to an agreement, both your eyes glazed with lust
→ “meet me in the bathroom in five?”
𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎
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“hell no.”
“pussy.”
→ though you half expected this response it definitely still bummed you out. what was the point of clubbing if you wouldn’t dance?
→ you knew your man was shy but it’s nothing liquid courage can’t fix
→ simply threaten him with dancing with somebody else— preferably sanji— and suddenly he’s on the floor with you, cup in his hand and hand protectively over your waist
→ seeing as this is definitely a once in a lifetime opportunity you might as well make the most of it
→ you grabbed the hand he held you with and laced your fingers, turning around and letting your hips sway to the music as you began to whine
→ your backside pressed against him, your lowered his free hand onto your waist once more and started grinding on him, hips rotating to the beat
→ you heard his breath hitch and you only smirked, continuing your motions, knowing your man was an ass guy
→ “oi, what are you doing?”
→ you tilted your head and shot him a flat stare, before going back to your whining, occasional ass shaking involved, throwing it in motions you knew would drive him crazy
→ “dancing. you can touch y’know?” you reached back and brought his hand lower to the curve of your ass, so he could feel as you danced back on him
→ you almost consider stopping since he seemed so uncomfortable but the second you pulled up, a firm hand at your lower back pushed you back down
→ he’s as stiff as ever, although you notice that he hadn’t removed his hand from your ass ever since, and from the growing tent in his pants, you knew you were doing a good job
→ maybe next time it wouldn’t be as difficult to get him to dance
𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈
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“yes of course, i’m right behind you dear!”
→ but little did he know he really would be right behind you
→ you brought him to the floor, hand in hand, and you both innocently fell in sync into the melody of the song
→ sanji is a good dancing partner, his moves are fluid yet not entirely loose, and he’s always keeping a hand on you, whether it’s for enjoyment or possessiveness
→ the flow between you both was simple and easy, though when your song began to play, you almost couldn’t help the smirk that grew on your lips
→ in a swift move, your back is pressed against his chest, your hips moving in taunting motions as you bring his hand to encircle your waist
→ you swear you heard the gears in his head grind to a halt when you thoroughly began grinding on him, ass moving with more precision as you lowered your upper body, giving him a full view
→ he’s non responsive, splutters falling past his lips as he watches in utter awe at the way you move so beautifully against him
→ you throw it in a circle, up and down, whining and grinding on him and he isn’t sure if he should pass out or bleed to death or reciprocate your energy
→ when your hands are on your knees and you’re ticktocking to each beat, sanji decides he simply cannot do this, no matter how badly he wants to feel on your body
→ you’re too lost in the music to notice your boyfriend had disappeared mid song, and much to your dismay though you continued to dance
→ eventually usopp came to you with an unimpressed look and blood tainted fingers, “you murdered sanji, by the way, good going.”
→ you could only laugh, opting to check up on him later but you knew you definitely wanted to try it again
𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐖
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“absolutely not.”
→ you saw that answer coming miles away
→ you might be stubborn but so is law, and if he doesn’t want to go dancing with you on the floor then he definitely wouldn’t go
→ threats wouldn’t even work anyways
→ you figured that if you couldn’t bring him to dance then you’d bring dance to him
→ law is definitely a wall hogger, so as he laid against the nearest wall with you laying on him, you subtly began moving your hips, head bopping to the beat
→ he frowned but nonetheless didn’t comment since he did refuse your only request
→ with seconds passing, your dancing expanded from little shifts to full out whining, your ass pressed against his groin as you whined to the song, knees pressed together and your hands on your thighs
→ you heard him grunt but nothing else came so you proceeded to grind on him, shaking what your mama gave you, going as far as grabbing his hands and placing them on you
“y/n-ya…”
→ it seemed you had him speechless and it had you thinking if he didn’t wanna dance not because he didn’t like it but because he had never tried it
→ when you pulled back up to give your stiffened boyfriend a break, he grabbed your hand firmly and gave you a look
→ it took less than a few minutes to get him riled up but you definitely had a hard time walking the next day
𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐆𝐀𝐒 𝐃. 𝐀𝐂𝐄
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“dance with me, y/n”
→ he’s actually the one that offered, hand on your lower back and leaning forward to speak his wishes into your ear
→ you both were already on the floor but had been dancing freely, until a certain song played and you already knew what kind of vibe he was looking for
→ his hands are all over your waist and dangerously close to your ass, and for the time being, you’re born facing each other, hips moving in sync
→ your arms are looped around his neck, chests pressed against another and you suddenly feel a rush of adrenaline run through
→ he has a look in his eyes, undoubtedly amused by your energy, and when you shifted to ground your ass on him, he rested his hands easily on your waist, his own hips following your motions
→ your grinding was slow and sensual, bending forward and enthralling him in the way you moved like jello
→ you were by no means a shy dancer and so was he, so when he placed his hat on top of your head, you only got more gassed, hands sliding down your thighs and twerking on him with meaning
→ he has a smirk on his lips as he whistles, hyping you up while you shake your ass, and unknowingly a crowd surrounds you both, shouting and hollering at your guys’ dancing
→ ace’s hands are all over your ass, not holding back, as he squeezes and encourages you further, and you’re no better, one hand clutching onto his hat and the other holding your chest
→ despite the people around you, you’re focused on his intoxicating touch, loving the way you could feel all of him as you rubbed yourself against him
→ the song eventually came to an end but you both were nowhere near done
→ “c’mon y/n, let’s take this elsewhere.”
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let’s play a game: take a shot every time i say grinding, whining or ass 🤠
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matchadobo · 3 months
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hello! can i request ace reacting to his female plus size s/o wearing a beautiful dress and makeup (the whitebeard pirates has a party to attend) because usually she barely do things like that and this is the first time he has ever seen her like this :D
ACE; the way you look tonight
wc: 688 i made it clear in my rules that i wouldn't do any appearance-specific request bc i just don't roll like that homie. buuuut i'd love to write for ace in this set-up 🔥🥺 thanks for the requesttt! but next time, please stick to my rules. warning/s: afab reader, all fluff, just ace being so whipped for you 🥺
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"i mean it now, i swear!" you reiterated as you give one more brush up of blush and a sprit of your perfume. after having one last look at yourself in the mirror, you gave yourself one last smile at your appearance. "i'm coming out now, ace."
"i don't believe you at this point, i'll let the crew go ahead, oka- oh fuck!" ace fell backwards when you opened the door, completely lying on the floor. once he gazed at you, he mumbled through his breath that you once again took away. "oh fuck..."
he mused at you as you donned a tight, red dress to match his three-piece, red tux, its glitters shone and almost blinded him. the v-cut by the chest enhanced your mounds, the dumbass gulp as his saliva got stuck on his throat. you were garbed with an long, white gloves that made you look even more regal. you clutched a white purse, sophisticatedly lined with gold; it's a gift from him. and my god, the rouge you colored your lips and cheeks with seemed to have made you even more radiant. your eyes are more striking with the sharp eyeliner and voluminous mascara, he found himself getting lost at your eyes despite lying flat on the floor at your feet.
he had his mouth agape, sitting down to get a better look at you from head to toe back to your face again. a vivid, red blush made its way from his neck to his ears to his entire face. he pressed his lips together before hanging his head down low.
"i-i'd like to apologize," he said through the violent rhythm of his heart. "i shouldn't have rushed you, you look like a fucking princess." he covered his face, trying to calm down.
you found yourself smiling ear to ear, you bent down to your knees and placed a hand on his shoulder. "don't be silly, ace. i really took a long time, sorry for making you wait like that."
"no, no, i mean- l-look at you! this is the first time i've seen you so... so..." he seems to forget whatever he was cooking with his statement when he gave you one more look, the kind smile on your lips made his chest even tighter. your freckled lover just whined again, hiding his face in his palms. "will you please, please, do this more often? i-i just... love the way you look tonight. you're so... pretty." he can't keep his eyes off you, gaze frantically trying to memorize and engrave the way you look tonight in his brain. "i'll even help you! i'll curl or brush your hair! i'd learn make up! i'd go with you to shop for dresses, i'd gift you stuff!"
tears almost pooled in your eyes, you fanned them so as to not smudge your make up. you held his face in your hands, squishing his cheeks together as his mouth made that of similar to a fish. his eyes got even more frantic at your actions and at how close you are.
god, he is so in love with you. you really have him wrapped around your finger, on a goddamn chokehold. you just never stop taking his breath away, nor do you ever look unattractive to him even in your normal look without the cosmetics and accesories. your eyes somehow always look brighter each time you two lock eyes, he says he needs a map outta it 🤣.
"you're so cute~" you pouted, pressing a quick kiss on the corner of his lips. "now, enough dilly-dallying! i don't wanna keep the crew long!"
he'd always show you off and give you a spin each time he had the chance. the entire evening, he compliments you so much you'll feel your ears ring! but you're no complainer! ace always loves to shower you with love. and when a moment to dance comes whether it'll be a party dance or a slow dance, he'll always invite you and have you be completely free and happy with the way you look. that's just the kind of lover he is.
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jellyclogs · 4 months
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hi, brooke here! <3
could i request ace helping the reader, who is having a migraine? I'm currently struggling with one myself and that would be much comfort!
feel free to be as creative as you'd like 🐝✨
not gonna lie I didn't see this ask till yesterday sorry about not replying sooner. and as some one who deals with chronic migraines, I'm sorry you've been going through it. I hope they have been getting better and I hope you enjoy the story.
Word count 1.3k
trigger warnings: Migraine, cussing, mentions of panic attacks
A Migraine
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I could feel it since this morning. Just a dull ache in the back of my head. I knew it was only a matter of time before a migraine decided to strike me. I managed to get through my normal daily chores before my vision began to blur. The only reason id been able to complete my chores was because it was all muscle memory. If id had to put any real thought into it I'd be more than a little lost. I couldn't focus on anything and my thoughts were flowing like syrup through frozen pipes.
I stepped away from the laundry and closed my eyes. Yeah even with the excessive amounts of ibuprofen and acetaminophen I had taken I needed to go lay down. I turned to Banshee, she had been the only other female on the spades with me. After Pops just kinda claimed Ace as one of his we followed Ace to the whitebeard pirates. “I'm sorry to leave you when we still have work to do but if I don't go lay down I think my brain might selfdistrict.”
Banshee turned to me, “Sweetheart it's not a problem. You've looked like shit all morning I was wondering when you'd tap out.” she smiled at me. “But didn't think asking why you look like a walking corpse would help nun.” we’d been crew members for years, she knew my struggles with migraines. “Plus it's not like this is a hangover and you did it to yourself,” she added.
“Yeah nope, definitely not a hangover, and by god I feel like one.” I gave her a pathetic smile, “But still, I owe you one.” I turned to walk to the door my hand on the wall as I walked. My head was spinning. Though I knew could handle a little tumble I didn't see the need to worry the crew.
“Don't worry about it. And do you want me to walk you back to your dorm? How steady are you on your feet?” she asked in a motherly tone.
“I'll be fine But thanks Banshee.” I waved her by as I left the room. I didn't need to take her away from the work that was left.
I picked my way threw the ship trying to avoid the louder parts. Sadly my room was right next to the mess hall, no matter what time it was the mess hall was always packed full and loud enough to make the floor boards of the ship shake. I winced knowing I'd have to walk past the mess hall's doors to get to my room. The noise would be loud enough to take my balance completely away and my vision would be fucked. I braced myself for a moment, checking one last time if the way was clear before, closing my eyes, and rushing to pass the doors.
I slammed straight into someone. Someone who was much steadier on their feet. Before I was sent to the floor a set of hands grabbed my shoulders and stopped me from falling. “You ok?” Ace called over the noise of the mess hall. His grip on my shoulders was firm but not harsh.
My hands came to cling onto his arms. The noise was overwhelming, like I'd thought My balance was gone and my vision went with it. I couldn't quite manage to speak so I just shook my head no. I wasn't hurt but I definitely wasn't ok.
Ace pulled me over to my room’s door.  Helping me inside, “Is this a panic attack or a migraine?” he asked in a soft calming voice barely above a whisper. I couldn't help but smile at the question. Seeing as my head was a box of fucked up, and either were possible (plus both could take my speech away)  it was a reasonable question.
I took a moment to take a deep breath and take in the quiet of my room, “Migraine.” I croaked out. With the blare of the mess hall gone some of my brain power was coming back.
“Have you taken anything for it?” he asked sounding slightly relieved. I don't blame him. Migraines were easier to deal with than panic attacks. He helped me over to my bed helping me sit down.
“More than Marco would be happy with,” I joked, giving him a smile hoping it would calm him down slightly. I could feel the way his heart was racing well he was holding me. Ace was good at keeping a calm face when he was panicked, but his heart always gave him away. With his tough exterior, it might surprise people how much of a softy he is when it comes to his crew.  He feels helpless and panicky when the people he cares about are hurt.
“Ok since I'm not a doctor I won't scold you for that,” he sighed but I could hear the smile in his voice. He was calming down now that he knew what was wrong and how to help, “how about water?” he asked walking over to my curtains and drawing them close.
“I could use a glass.” I shifted from sitting on my bed to lying down. If it were anyone else I might have just said I was fine, but with Ace I couldn't.  With ace, I knew he’d feel better if he was helping.
“Well then ill be back.” he paused at the doorway looking over his shoulder, “Have you eaten?” he asked.
“Yes I have,” I answered my voice muffled, I had a pillow over my face to block out more light. Not that I was looking but I could feel the questioning look he was giving me, “I had breakfast. Eggs, bacon, and orange juice… not lying, promises.” I grumbled.
“Just checking.” he chuckled, and then I heard the door open and close. A few moments later I heard the door open again. Then there were footsteps crossing my room and someone sitting down on the edge of my bed. “You gonna sit up or just spill water all over yourself?” Ace asked in a slightly teasing tone.
“Sit up,” I mumbled sitting up and leaning my head against one of his shoulders.
“Good.” he brought a cup of water to my lips. He let me grab hold of the water cup before letting go. If I was feeling less shitty I might have enjoyed how close he was to me. He waited for me to finish drinking the water before asking, “You want heat or ice on the back of your neck?”
“Heat.” some heat on the back of my neck would definitely help. It would soothe my shoulders and hopefully convince my brain to calm down some. I wondered if he'd grabbed both an ice pack and a hot water bottle.
“You got it sunshine,” I could hear mischief in his voice but I wasn't sure why. Ace wasn't the type to mess with someone if they weren’t in good shape. Before I could ask what he had up his sleeve he was lying down in my bed with me, his arm my new pillow.
For a moment I just froze then I decided, fuck it. I shifted slightly to get comfortable. I was about to bitch that his arm wasn't going to be hot enough when I realized it was. “Guess this is one way to use your devil fruit.” I hummed.
“You want me to get you something else?” he asked in a soft hum. I could feel the hum reverberate in his chest, it was a pleasant sensation.
“Think you can stay here for a while?” I asked almost meekly. If I was being honest with myself it felt really nice to be cuddled up to Ace.
“Yeah I can stay here as long as you need me to,” he replied snuggling into me a little bit.
“Then no I don't want something else,” I closed my eyes, ready for a nap.
“You got it,” Ace answered letting me fall asleep on his arm.
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doctorgerth · 1 year
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a/n: The first piece for the event! Starting with our sweet freckled fire boi. Will he get a smooch? Or is he safe until the next round? Read to find out! 💕
pairing: Ace x GN!Reader
word count: 1.3k
candy heart prompt: You & Me - Distraction
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PORTGAS D. ACE + YOU & ME
The anniversary of the day you joined the crew was quickly approaching, and in typical Whitebeard Pirate fashion, they were planning a substantial celebration for you.
There was no one more grateful you joined the crew besides their very own 2nd Division Commander. You were undoubtedly Ace’s best friend among the crew; the two of you hardly ever seen without the other. That’s why Marco left him the utmost important mission of keeping you distracted while they finished with decorations and last minute preparations. Ace tried his hardest to fulfill his mission by keeping you company in your cabin — not too different from his daily routine.
Though, he really wished he would’ve been given more explicit instruction other than just keeping you ‘preoccupied’. What exactly was he supposed to preoccupy you with? The two of you could chat for hours on end. You’ve done so countless times before, but could he actually keep you cooped up in your room for long enough?
The answer was clearly no, since you quickly became eager to sneak into the kitchen — where the chefs were busy preparing your favorite dishes — for an afternoon snack.
“What is up with you?” you wondered aloud as you reached over to check his temperature. “You never turn down food. Are you ill?”
The warmth of your hand against his forehead was surely enough to bring him to feverish degrees. Your touch often did that, as did your genuine care for him. How could he not have fallen for you?
“I’m fine!” he reassured you with a groan. A result of you removing your hand. He didn’t want it to leave just yet. Or ever. “I just don’t want to face Thatch’s wrath again. My head still hurts from the frying pan he threw at me last time.”
You snickered, “Oh, so the frying pan caused you to lose the last brain cell you had?”
Thump. He smirked. Ace was a sucker for your playful banter. He’d often hoped it was flirting, but even though Ace knew you best, he couldn’t gauge your feelings for him. Did you feel the same way? Was he in your head half as often as you were on his mind?
“Yeah, I’m sorry I don't have any for you to borrow now.”
You rolled your eyes with a smile, “Well, I’m starving and Thatch adores me, so I’m going to go grab a snack. I’ll sneak something for you too. You need to eat. You’ve hardly eaten all day.”
Thump thump. You always looked after him and he loved that about you. Ace loved you. He was never more sure of anything.
He hadn’t eaten all day because he was saving his appetite for the big feast, but of course he couldn’t tell you that. You seemed to be convinced that he wasn’t feeling well. Maybe he could use that to his advantage?
As you rose to your feet, Ace thought quickly and clutched at his stomach, doubling over with an exaggerated groan, “You’re right. I’m not feeling so well…”
You released your hold on the door knob and rushed over to him, rubbing circles against his back and cooing at him. He only felt a little bad about faking an illness, but he could really get used to the feeling of you taking care of him. It felt so natural being here with you.
“Here, lay down,” you directed as you helped Ace into your bed. He looked pitiful staring up at you; those all too familiar dark eyes tugging at your heartstrings. You absentmindedly reached out to swipe some hair out of his eyes and nearly melted when he leaned into your touch. “I’ll go get Marco. Stay here.”
Shit. You’d nearly made him forget why he was faking being sick, let alone what he was supposed to be doing in the first place. Ace struggled in stopping you from walking out the door, struggling even further with getting out from under your covers. He tripped and fell onto the wooden floor, scrambling to his feet as he stumbled down the hallway chasing after you.
“No, wait!” he called after you. You were a few paces ahead of him and quickly made it out onto the deck, stopping only when he caught up to you.
You turned to him with your brows furrowed, “What are you doing? I thought you didn’t feel well?”
Ace was well aware he wouldn’t be able to fool you twice, but you were out in the open now. Exposed to any and all potential spoilers of your celebration. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to lure you back into your room in any normal manner. What the hell was he supposed to do now?
“I’m going to go see Marco to figure out what the hell is wrong with you. I thought I heard him a second ago.” You swivelled your head to find the ship’s doctor.
Ace caught sight of some crewmates behind you, under Marco’s direction, carrying a giant balloon arch along the other end of the main deck and attempting to sneak it into the mess hall. Marco met Ace’s eyes with wide ones, panicked. He shook his head violently as he tried to hurry the crewmates out of your sight. Just as you were about to turn around to catch them in the act, Ace instinctively pulled you closer.
His warm hands cupped your cheeks, positioning your face mere inches from his. He could hear you, feel you gasp against his lips. Your warm breath fanning his own lips left him dizzy, wings fluttering madly in his gut he thought they might lift him off the ground. Having you this close to him was new, intoxicating, intimate. He felt near breathless as he continued to hold you still and you showed no sign of leaving his embrace.
“Don’t go,” he whispered gently, a calloused thumb grazing your cheek.
You sighed and Ace expected you to offer more defiance, to push him away, but instead you stared up at him expectantly, eyes blinking slow. Were you pulling him closer or was he leaning in?
He was surely running a fever now.
Your breaths mingled, lips hovering, noses brushing. The way Ace’s eyes would shamelessly drop to stare at your lips left you wondering how you were even still standing. You’d suddenly forgotten where you were or why you were even there in the first place. All you knew in this moment was him. Just you and him.
“Ace…” you sighed; a helpless plea for him to be closer.
Your name dripped from his lips like honey. You wanted to know if he’d taste just as sweet. Just as you were about to taste for yourself, a teasing voice pierced through the gentle thrumming in your ears.
“Are you two going to keep canoodling each other out on the deck or are you going to come join the party?”
The tension quickly dissipated with Thatch’s voice, causing Ace to drop his hands and you to take a hasty step backward. You turned to look at Thatch who was grinning mischievously. A crowd of crewmates behind him giggled like school girls. When you turned back to Ace, staring at him quizzically, he could only smile.
“Party? What are we celebrating?” Your voice sounded hoarse; unfamiliar. You were still jittery from the anticipation. You were actually going to kiss your best friend.
Though the tension was gone, you could tell something significant had changed between the two of you from that briefly intense moment. You’d always known your feelings for Ace were deeper than friendly, but looking at him now was like looking in a mirror. Ace stared at you in a way akin to lovers and though he was no longer caressing your face, you could feel a warm hand around your own, and another grip around your heart, squeezing as he replied,
“You, of course.”
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a/n: Ace survives Round One! No smooch for him so far, but perhaps he’ll end up successful in the next round? We’ll see Fire Fist again in Round Two! Thanks for reading. 💕
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lollipop-writes · 1 year
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One Piece Men Watching Horror Movies With You
Characters: Eustass Kid, Killer, Portgas D. Ace, and Trafalgar Law.
CW: None, gender neutral reader.
Eustass Kid
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   Kid's not a huge fan of horror movies that are too supernatural or psychological, though he does love slashers.
   He has a really crass and rowdy sense of humor, so he cracks a lot of messed up jokes about the people who end up dead or badly injured.
   He will tease you about being scared but he loves it when you lean in on him for comfort.
   If you get scared easily by movies then he'll love how he can hold you close as you latch onto him.
   He's also cool if you like horror flicks and crack jokes with him.
   He just really likes it when you latch onto him though.
Killer
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   Killer doesn't really care much for horror movies, but regardless he'll still watch whatever you want to watch since he loves you.
   He doesn't get scared easily so unless there's a psychological or historical aspect to the film, he probably won't enjoy the movie much.
   He doesn't really like to see you get spooked, but he still likes how you grab onto him if you get scared.
   In this case he wraps his arms around you to comfort you.
   Not really one to crack jokes about the situations in the movie, but he will still be entertained by your jokes if you ad lib them on the spot.
   Regardless of either of your reactions, he really enjoys the time spent with you.
Portgas D. Ace
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   Ok, it must be said that Ace is one of the best people to watch horror movies with!
   He makes fun of everything in the movie to the point where it's not scary anymore, and his humor is very contagious so the movie ends up becoming a comedy.
   He's not so morbid in his humor, though the way he points out how silly people are being in the movie is fun to watch and listen to.
   All that said, he doesn't care for horror movies but if you want to watch them with him, he's down since he loves you and likes to make you happy.
   The highlight of watching horror movies for him is hearing you laugh at his silly jokes.
Trafalgar Law
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   This dude doesn't flinch at horror movies of any kind. If anything he's also the kind of dude to make fun of them, though his humor is more sarcastic than boisterous.
   If horror movies scare you then he also makes fun of the movie to lighten the mood, as a way of comforting you.
   He's more than happy to put an arm around you if you're scared, though he'll tease you about it and make you blush.
   Otherwise, if you really like horror movies, he would love it if you join in on the fun and joke about the movie with him.
   Not really into cuddling like the others but he does like putting his arm around your shoulder, with you resting your head on his chest.
   He sees it as good quality time regardless of whether he's busy comforting you or you both joke about the movie.
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kingyo-konbini · 1 year
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AMERICANO [PORTGAS D. ACE X READER]
[SUMMARY] you, chopper, and zoro offer to take the valentine's day shifts at the cafe, and you meet a man with a possible caffeine addiction. [PRONOUNS] gender neutral [GENRE] modern + coffee shop au [POV] second person [WORD COUNT] 1534 [CONTENT] first meetings | valentine's day | possibly slightly ooc Ace? [A/N] belongs to this one shot collection. kind of a valentine's day special I guess
You sipped casually on your drink, eyes fanning over the surprisingly bustling cafe before you.
Well, it shouldn’t have been a surprise, really. Valentine’s day was a prime opportunity for couples to go to cute little cafes and enjoy cute little desserts while enjoying cute little drinks.
No, you weren’t bitter. Not at all.
Between you and the two coworkers you’d be working with that day, you were probably the one with the most complicated relationship regarding the holiday. Zoro hardly had a romantic bone in his body and could not care less about the quote-unquote “meaningless holiday,” and Chopper, while you knew he had the occasional crush, was just a kid and focused more on his studies and his job than any romantic aspirations.
You just didn’t want to be left alone to mope in your apartment while your roommate was off galivanting around town.
The sound of multiple cans hitting the counter drew your attention away from the couples, eyes landing on the man standing before you. He steadied the three cans of Red Bull and then turned to the bake case, eyes widening at the broad selection.
“Welcome to the Thousand Sunny, what can I get you today?” You put your drink away and tried not to focus on how handsome he was, even if there was something a little… greasy about him.
“Oh! Hi there.” The man straightened and shot you a cheeky grin, one hand going to scratch the back of his neck. He stared at you for a minute, like he’d been caught off guard or something, and you fought back the flush in your cheeks that came from being singled out in his attention. “Can I get one of those sandwich things with the egg on top, as many chocolate croissants as you’re willing to give me, three lemon bars, and four fruit tarts? Oh, and a medium extra-extra-hot americano with two extra shots in a large cup?”
Your fingers hovered over the screen, mouth open despite your best efforts to hide your surprise at the large order. You blinked, trying to process everything, when a knight in shining armor appeared.
“Ace?” Zoro’s voice came from behind you. You quickly glanced over, relieved that he’d come to your rescue and seemed to know this freckled, Hawaiian shirt-wearing guy. Wait, what did Zoro call him? “What are you doing here? Luffy doesn’t work today.”
“Ah, yeah, I know. I was craving something sweet so I thought I’d swing by during my lunch.” He smiled at Zoro, who moved to take your place in front of the monitor. You gladly let him. “It’s good to see you, man. Thanks for taking care of Luffy while he’s at work.”
Oh God, that’s Ace, one of Luffy’s older brothers.
“If you wanna thank someone, thank [Name]. That ero-cook’s been scheduling them with Luffy more than anyone else.” Zoro grunted, punching in Ace’s order. “Kitchen’s closed today, so no sandwich. Is this all going on your tab?”
“Yup, thanks. Gotta dine and dash today, Pops doesn’t want me slacking off just ‘cause it’s a holiday.” He turned to you then, a polite smile on his ridiculously handsome face. “You’re [Name], the new hire, yeah? Luffy’s told me all about you! Thanks for keeping an eye on him, even if he’s been around way longer than you. I know how troublesome he can get.”
You hesitated and then waved your hands in the air dismissively, shaking your head. “Oh no, really, there’s nothing to thank me for. Luffy’s a big help when it comes to the customers, which has let me familiarize myself with the drink recipes. Really, I should be thanking him.” You laughed airily, ignoring the curious look on Zoro’s face. “It’s uh, nice to finally put a face to the name! I’ve heard a bit about you, as well, though Luffy doesn’t really talk about his family all that much.”
An exaggerated pout pulled at his lips. “Aw, really? And here I thought he never shut up about me.” You almost panicked, but the teasing glint in his eyes told you he was only messing with you. “Well, [Name]-san, I can guess why Zoro’s working today, but why are you? Surely you have better things to do on Valentine’s day.”
Your eyes shot wide open, completely shocked at his forwardness. Was he… was he flirting with you?
Zoro cleared his throat and shoved a large cup in your hands, the order written on it. “Get started on the drink.”
“R- right.” You stuttered, ducking your head and avoiding Ace’s gaze. You scurried off to the espresso machine and began preparing the drink, Zoro and Ace chatting as the latter pulled out the requested desserts. You felt your ears burn as you recalled the conversation that had just occurred; why on Earth would Ace of all people flirt with you? You must have been mistaken, there was no way that was even an option. He was probably like Sanji in that respect, always tossing out compliments without really thinking. Yeah, that had to be it.
“Oh, hi Ace!” Chopper’s voice hit your ears– he must have finished his lunch, which meant you’d be able to take your lunch and escape from the situation once you’d made this drink.
“Hey, Chopper! How’re your studies going? Luffy mentioned you had a big test the other week.”
The sound of the shot being pulled muffled the rest of their words, allowing you a brief moment to collect your thoughts. With the drink made you grasped the cup, your fingers burning slightly as the heat from the extra-extra-hot water seeped through the material, causing you to hurriedly slip on a sleeve. You popped the lid on and took a deep breath before mustering your best customer-service smile, sliding the completed drink across the bar and next to the plated pastries and cans of Red Bull.
Ace beamed at you, immediately stopping in the middle of his sentence. “Thanks!” He chirped, popping the lid off. You watched, eyes widening in horror as he opened one of the cans of Red Bull and poured the contents into the cup. He popped the lid back on and, without hesitating for even a moment, took several large sips of the piping hot monstrosity. Once again your jaw dropped, not sure how to process what you’d just seen. Who in their right mind mixes that much caffeine together? And who on Earth is able to drink something that hot without dying? 
He must be made of fire, or something.
Zoro laughed at your shocked expression, Chopper joining in and grabbing the empty can off the counter and tossing it into one of the trash cans.
Ace pulled his lips from the lid and sighed in content, flashing another beaming smile your way as he held the cup tight. “That’s perfect, thanks [Name]!”
“I- uh- it’s- it’s just espresso and water.” You stuttered, discreetly kicking the back of Zoro’s leg in an attempt to get him to stop laughing. It didn’t work.
“Well, it’s great.” Ace grinned. “Thanks again.”
You hummed and nodded, and then watched as he practically inhaled the entirety of the food he’d ordered. It seemed like everything he did was a surprise to your poor heart, and you weren’t sure how much more you’d be able to take.
You busied yourself with some cleaning and tidying up as Ace, Chopper, and Zoro continued their conversation, doing your best not to think about the man’s earlier words and insinuation. You hardly even noticed when he said his goodbyes and began making his way out of the cafe, barely getting out a polite farewell before the door swung shut.
You could hear Zoro and Chopper snickering behind you, and with a huff you shoved the rag you’d been using to clean into the older male’s hands. “I’m going on lunch.” You grumbled, untying your apron as you made your way to the back. 
Once situated in front of the microwave, lazily watching as your food reheated, you felt the phone in your back pocket buzz. With a quirked brow you pulled it out and then froze.
It was a text from an unknown number.
[Unknown Number: Hey, [Name]! It’s Ace, hope you don’t mind I got your number from Luffy. If you’re not busy with a date or whatever after work, would you like to get coffee or something? I try to make it a point to get to know all of my brother’s friends.]
Your heart stuttered in your chest, trying to figure out how best to proceed.
[You: Hi! No, I don’t have anything to do after work, though I’m not sure you need any more caffeine. We could do dinner, though?]
You hit send without allowing yourself the time to second-guess your words, adding his number to your contacts.
The reply came quickly.
[Ace: I’m always down for food! What were you thinking? There’s this really good barbeque place I know, if you like meat.]
You grinned and typed your response, easily falling into a comfortable text exchange even as the microwave interrupted you with its loud beeps.
Perhaps Valentine’s day wouldn’t suck this year.
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Yandere Portgas D. Ace
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Author's Note: I'm a big old simp for Ace. One of my friends' has me saved as Ace Simp in his contacts, I saved him as Sanji Simp tho, since he simps for Sanji-
Warnings: Forced Affection, Death, Fire, Branding, Drugging, Insecurities, Attempted Rape, Burning, Violence, Physically Abuse, Panic Attacks, Paranoia, Human Trafficking Mentioned, Alcohol, Stalking, Minor Sexual Themes.
Pairings: Portgas D. Ace x Reader {Yandere}
Links: {Masterlist} {Previous Alphabet: Yandere Luffy Alphabet} {Alphabet Used}
Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
Ace is very touched starved. He loves to fall asleep on you and cuddle you to his heart's content.
He's very affectionate and spoils you rotten, even if you don't want him hugging you it's ok! He'll make sure you accept his affections!
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
He's pretty messy. Ace's temper didn't just disappear and leave when he became an adult. His short temper is still there and it got worse ever since he was a kid.
He burn the person right Infront of you. He'd warn the person to fuck off, and if they don't he'll burn them without a second thought.
If you want him to kill the woman who was harassing you last week, say no more! He'll bring you back their head if you'd like! Anything for his cute little firefly!
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
He'll make sure your comfortable. He'll be very cuddly and will fall asleep on you when he just knocks out.
Ace likes to spend time with you and he'd try to be a good boyfriend, despite his temper. So what if he kidnapped you and is keeping you away from your old life!
He'll get you whatever you want or need., Just say the word. Ace is very insecure and wants you to be happy and love him unconditionally, he would hate himself if he ever saw you upset.
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
Ace tends to drug your food, so you're asleep a lot during the day. He mainly does this when you're misbehaving.
You personal space is gone now. If you tell him to leave you alone he'll immediately think that he did something wrong and that you hate him. You don't want to see him cry, do you?
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
Ace is rarely vulnerable around people, he's only vulnerable around those he trust.
Now, keep in mind just because Ace is a simp doesn't mean he's an idiot. He knows when you're trying to use him, and he'll shut that down immediately. You'll only see him cry when you made him upset, but he'll never actually talk about his true feelings until he trust you.
Once he trusts you, he'll talk more about how he feels, what he's insecure about and a lot of personal stuff. He won't let you use his weaknesses against him, he knows he won't be able to control himself if you tried.
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
He'll be heartbroken. He'll be on the defense, dodging your punches while telling you to stop. When you don't that's when he starts to get annoyed. He'll grab your wrist, you stopping when you feel your arm burn. You'll scream while Ace tells you to stop, rage being in his voice.
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
Oh Lord please help him. When he can't find you he'll have a panic attack. He'd ask everyone one the ship if they've seen you. His mind would be racing with so many thoughts.
"What if someone kidnapped them?"
"What if they jumped off the ship?"
Marco will literally have to calm him down because Ace is literally shaking and crying because of his paranoia.
Marco would tell Ace to relax and look for you once he's calmed down. When Ace was walking back to his room, he was shaking while he cried, but when heard your voice he froze. When he found you he was so happy, but he was filled with so much anxiety and rage.
"Why did you run away?!"
He'll be crying while he hugged you tighter. He'll hug your so tight that you'd pass out, and he would follow after because of his narcolepsy.
Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
When you successfully escape. The Whitebeard Pirates were docked at a city and we're doing their own thing when you decided to run off. Ace took his eyes off you for a big because he has to make sure no Marines were around, and when he looks back you're gone.
His paranoia and anxiety are going to be so fucking high bro. He'll think so many things.
"Did the Marines take them?"
"Did someone kidnap them?"
"Are they going to get trafficked and become a slave?!"
He'll be crying while he looks for you everywhere. His anxiety is going to get so high and the longer he can't find you the worse it gets. He'll be an emotionally unstable mess. He wouldn't only be paranoid, but he'll also be fucking pissed, because he realized that you just got up and left.
He would find you in the forest, and the moment you saw the look he gave you, you knew dead.
He'll drag you back to the ship, the ship being pretty much empty besides a few people guarding it. Ace will drag you to his room and lock the door.
"You think you can just leave me like that... What if you got hurt?"
"The only person hurting me and is going to hurt me is you!"
The moment he heard that he snapped. He just saw red and pounced onto you. He'd cover your mouth with his hand as he burned your shirt to dust. He'll burn his name into your chest and back. You'll be crying and bleeding, begging him to stop.
Ace isn't there, he's lost it. He'll pick you up and take you to his bed. He'd kiss you while he choked you out, burning your neck until you passed out. His narcolepsy would kick in and he'll just fall asleep on top of you.
When he wakes up he'll be frozen. He was on top of you, you only in your shorts with his named burnt into your chest. Burns on your neck and arms, he'll start to cry.
"Y/N... I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry! Please... I'm sorry! Wake up, I can't lose you please!"
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
Ace wouldn't mind getting married. He doesn't really care about having kids. Once Stockholm Syndrome kicks in and you want to have a kid he'll be more than happy to have them.
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
Ace is very insecure. When he's jealous he gets agressive. He'll push the person away from you and tell them to fuck off.
You and him would have an argument about his jealousy issues.
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
Bro, if Ace had a theme song it would be Good Old Fashion Lover Boy by Queen bro, he's like that bro.
When you behave he's the perfect boyfriend. He's nice caring, willing to listen, will defend you, comfort you, is honest, funny. But he can be a trickster and that what makes him a loveable goofball. Ace wants you to be as happy as you an humanly be!
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
He's going to be so awkward bro. Man confessed when you and the crew were playing a drunk version of truth or dare. Like, one of the crew members asked Ace the hottest person he's ever seen and he said you, saying that he loved loved LOVED you and wanted to marry you, his face red from the alcohol before he promptly passed out.
Ace and you would start dating, but he started get yandere tendencies, and when you tried to break up with him, he pretty much held you hostage as a yandere.
Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
To others he can come off as calm and collected, but anyone who knows him knows he's like the complete opposite. Man jokes to cope.
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
He doesn't want to hurt you, he really doesn't! But he tends to get carried away when he gets angry.
He's burned you, left you in a closet over night, and nearly raped you out of pure rage.
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
You're a pretty free darling tbh. Ace just observes the people you talk to, and will make you feel bad when he talks shit.
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
Ace isn't really a patient person. He really isn't.
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
I kinda answered this already.
If you die, it'll remind him of when he found out Sabo 'died'. He'll feel so weak. He'll be in a deep state of depression and he wouldn't be able to look at himself in the mirror without feeling disgust towards himself.
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
He knows what he's doing is wrong, but he just can't admit it.
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
His insecurities and his fear of losing anyone. He just wants to be loved and he wants to be with you and make you happy!
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
He'll ask you who he needs to beat up if he saw you crying. He'll hug you, telling you that it's ok. He'll kiss you before you two fall asleep.
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
The amount of freedom you get isn't something you'll see with a classic yandere.
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
His insecurities, but be very smart on how you use them. Make him awful and disgusted about himself, talk about things that you know will cut deep.
Make him view himself as a monster. He won't get rid of you, but he'll isolate himself until he thinks he's better for you. When he's isolating you should escape.
Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
Not on purpose! Man's really short tempered and sometimes he just sees red. He always tried to make it up to you.
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
Suprisingly, Ace is kinda like Luffy with this one. Ace doesn't want you to worship him, and he'd not gonna worship you. He wants to have a normal relationship, like none of the traumatizing stuff that he did to you ever happened.
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
Ace is very much stalker. Sure you're dating, but he has a box that's full of your stuff.
He'll last probably a few months.
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
No, you're more likely to get Stockholm Syndrome.
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soleilnomoon · 8 months
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Sooo.... there's no way I could ever resist submitting a request in one of your events. +_+ Been hurrying to get up from bed for this, I hope I'll still catch a slot :D so excited you're doing this!!!!
Can I please have some mangos and strawberries, with a Mai Tai (Ace)? <3 I'd love to listen to any combination of the songs #3, #9, #39, #43 (sorry, but this SCREAMS of Ace; also any variant of it, like talking to a 3rd person about it), #38 (couldn't resist the combination). OMG. It's soooo hard to choose....! There's so many combi-ideas! +_+ I absolutely love this! Thank you so much for doing this event! :D
omg hiiii 🥰️ that pic is killing me 😭😭 lmaooo *shakes u* so i rewrote this like 10x i think, but it’s finally done and i am v excited for you to read it. also i’m so happy you requested, you always pick good prompts lmao anyway, ty for being patient 😊 as u know i’m slow as hell when it comes to writing — also the fluff almost killed me!!!! 💗
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3.5k words (pls pls i know i know!!!! it's not my fault, i blame ace), fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; fluff (it's there i promise, somewhere) & smut (and angst that u didn't ask for <3); modern au! feat. ace being a menace as usual, reader in denial (serious serious denial) of her feelings, reader's a lil shyyy ok, public sex, (slight) public exhibition, public sex, choking, rough sex, hand job, oral (m receiving), ace being shirtless is a warning, childhood frenz 2 lovers (who am i), mutual pining, reader is foolish & needs to be honest, ace needs to calm down but he never will. idk! probably more stuff idr yk the vibes. (if u see spelling errors/grammar mistakes, no u didn't bb 💕)
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a warm breeze wraps itself around your arms and legs, languid and loving — a heavy embrace that unjustly suffocates, with a light sheen of sweat that belatedly appears on your forehead. your denim shorts ride up higher on your thighs the more you move around; for some reason, you just can’t seem to get comfortable. loud music wafts from your parents’ house through the open sliding doors, the beats catchy and mesmerizing, lulling you into a much more relaxed state as you continue to lounge on the hammock in the backyard. another breeze glides along your skin, making you roll over onto your back, the rope from the hammock rough but comforting.
to keep yourself from spiraling, you close your eyes and soak up as much of the sun as possible. your lips are a little red and sticky from the popsicle you ate just a few minutes ago; it helped to cool you down for a bit, but the heat is relentless and oppressive.
after graduating from college, you left home and traveled for a few years; you’ve always had that itch, a desire to roam about freely without having anything — or anyone — tying you down. it’s why you left so quickly; it’s why you didn’t say goodbye properly; and it’s why you’ve been on edge all afternoon.
you groan loudly before covering your face with your hands.
“this is so stupid.” your words are muffled and strained, your frustration rising along with the temperature outside. it’s simple — all you have to do is casually strike up conversation with him and act like nothing’s changed.
so easy, right?
you desperately want it to be, but the universe has a penchant for bad jokes and the punch line is currently on its way to disrupt your life.
“he probably won’t even come by anyway,” you continue to mumble before dropping your hands. a frown climbs onto your lips afterwards. the idea that your parents might actually be wrong, that he isn’t going to come by like he promised he would, is all too much for you to deal with.
and suddenly, you feel like you can’t breathe; the air grows thick enough to choke on, an obnoxious thudding growing louder and louder in your ears—
but before you can succumb to your unfortunate demise, someone pinches your nose, disrupting the chaotic flow of thoughts pummeling into you one right after the other. squirming around, you stare, wide-eyed, at the last person you thought you’d see today.
despite pressing his lips together, it does nothing to stop him from laughing at you — not maliciously, but he really can’t help it. your look of genuine shock and confusion is cute. really, really cute. adorable, even. maybe it’s because he hasn’t seen you in so long, or maybe it’s because he’s been waiting for a moment like this to pop up so you both can finally have that one conversation you keep running away from.
you are wholly unprepared to see ace this soon; words rush from the pit of your stomach up to your mouth, ready to fling ace’s way without restraint. but, as always, you hold back. you’ve gotten quite good at biting your tongue, at stamping out certain emotions; it’s better, easier that way.
no one gets hurt, right?
right.
with a sly smile, ace slides his sunglasses away from his face, upwards onto his hair; you were in such a daze that you barely heard him walk over. which worked out fine for ace, because he could look at you freely without you hiding from him like you usually do — a thing he hopes you’ve grown out of in the time you’ve spent apart.
if you thought you couldn’t breathe before, you’re definitely gasping for air now. lips parted, you inhale deeply as a completely different kind of heat surges through you faster than you’d like. he pauses for a moment before gently swiping his thumb along your plush bottom lip.
an insidious thudding echoes loudly around your ears, and you realize, in fear, that it’s the sound of your heart — beating erratically at his proximity and touch. talking feels impossible, so you remain silent and stare at him in disbelief.
it feels like an eternity passes before ace smiles again, your eyes track the way his lips slowly curve upward, bringing about that familiar dimple in his right cheek. something possesses you to reach up to touch his cheek, the tips of your fingers barely grazing his skin when you realize what you’re doing. you snatch your hand back quickly, a light-headedness descending upon you right after.
on impulse, ace leans down until his lips ghost over yours, the familiarity of the gesture triggering a memory so strong that goosebumps unceremoniously prickle your skin without remorse. you remember exactly how skillful his mouth is; you remember how your limbs were tangled with his; and you remember how you almost blurted out a hidden truth that you refused to admit to. he’d gone still, nearly statuesque as an unreadable look morphed onto his face; fear of rejection had you scrambling away from his embrace, nearly out of breath as you darted out of his bedroom without looking back.
remorse finds its way to you again, but your thoughts are too scattered to properly feel it. if you don’t figure something out soon, you’ll give in to him all over again — and you simply can’t do that.
however, ace has a way of diverting your plans with his whims and spontaneity.
“hey, pretty,” he says, voice low and husky, with a hint of that mischievous and boyish charm he’s well-known for; his hand on your hip is practically scalding, his thumb coasting dangerously on your soft stomach, but you don’t push him away. a soft whimper dares to slip out of your mouth when his grip tightens and you’re so sure that he’s going to kiss you — but he doesn’t.
ace straightens up and sticks his hands into his pockets, all innocent-like, completely disregarding the fact that he’s the reason why your heart is beating loud enough to rattle your bones. his cologne lingers — a rich and heavy, spiced scent with hints of blackberry — and you get drunk from it, mind a little hazy. you’re in too much shock to feel any sort of shame, and if he wasn’t so intent on teasing you for a bit longer, he would’ve already succumbed to the temptation of kissing you.
he really just meant to say hi, but you were being cute while talking out loud to yourself, your voice traveling further than you probably wanted; it was the sight of your exposed legs — curvy and soft, skin glistening almost flawlessly under the sun — that really fueled his audacity. since you’re prone to running, he did the only thing that made sense: invade your personal space. it’s the only way to keep you still long enough to talk.
or, so he thought.
“w-what are you doing here?” you ask in a panic, moving around on the hammock, eyes widening again as you shamelessly stare at his chest. he still has that peculiar habit of walking around shirtless, which is your justification for why you keep looking at him like that — his abs look more defined than before, but you refrain from touching him again.
ace completely ignores your question and instead says, “you’re hot.” he tilts his head a bit, that sly grin finding its way onto his lips again when you stumble over your words.
“i—what?”
you sit up and climb off the hammock with clumsy and hurried movements. thankfully he has the decency to not laugh this time, but that pesky dimple resurfaces, and you have to ball your hands into fists and sink your nails into your palms to keep yourself from saying something unnecessary and embarrassing.
“why are you—” you cut yourself off, take a deep breath, and try again, “i don’t understand.”
is he joking? he has to be, there’s no way he’s forgiven you for leaving him like that; and even though he called you pretty earlier, you’re sure that’s just his way of wanting to rile you up for his own amusement.
and while you’re not entirely wrong about that, he was being serious.
he lifts his chin and motions to your chest; sweat glides down your neck and sneaks in between your cleavage. you realize, then, that he meant that you literally looked hot. pressing your lips together firmly, you decide against speaking and opt to march past him instead. you don’t get far, if anything ace only allows you to move a few feet away before wrapping a strong arm around your waist and pulling you back.
your mouth dries and you try to wiggle out of his grasp, but he doesn’t let up.
“you’re hurting my feelings, y’know,” he says quietly, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. you bite your lower lip before rolling it in between your teeth, contemplating his words. you know you’re being ridiculous, and you know you owe him an explanation — your cowardice nearly wins out, but you settle down and sigh softly.
“you’re right, i’m sorry.” for so many things, but you keep that bit to yourself.
ace only laughs again at your austere demeanor. “just kidding, i just want to be selfish right now.” something about that sets your skin on fire, although it probably doesn’t help that ace places a kiss on the side of your neck before you can respond to him properly.
suddenly, all that fight that you had — that determination to avoid him completely — leaves your body. on a sharp inhale you turn around and look up at him curiously, to see if he’s actually being serious or not; ace stares at you intently, adoration saturated in lust clouding his vision. he holds onto the back of your neck and kisses you, his tongue playfully licking your bottom lip, grinning at how sweet you taste.
you shiver and open your mouth for him as he kisses you again, slow and sensuous, your legs nearly giving out from the intensity. his hand travels down your back, its descent searing and playful; you kiss him back with fervor and enthusiasm, lips moving against his as if this is a common occurrence for you two.
his tongue swirls around yours and when his large hand moves lower to grab your ass, you nearly lose your mind. there’s an intense, unavoidable ache in between your thighs as you cling onto him desperately, whimpering softly against his lips. he told himself he’d take it slow, but the way you’re reacting to him only confirms what he’s always known: you want him just as much as he wants you.
it’s in between heated tongue kisses that ace suggests a change in location. dazed and slightly confused, you feel yourself nodding as he tugs you along with him, anticipation making you stumble over your sandaled feet. he has half a mind to just carry you back inside, but you eventually keep up with his long strides. you hide behind ace when your parents step outside, boisterously chatting with a few of their guests as they sit at the table on the deck underneath the large awning. you’re glad they barely take notice of you — they’re halfway drunk already — and ace laughs at your demure behavior, prompting you to pinch his arm playfully and shushing him. it’s your feeble attempt at sneaking by without anyone interrogating you.
when you successfully make it back into your house, you let out a sigh, embracing the cool air.
“that was close,” you say out loud and at ace’s puzzled expression, you motion to your parents outside, “they almost saw us.”
he blinks slowly and lifts a brow. “so?” ace has never been one to hide like that, so he’s unsure why you want to.
“what do you mean ‘so’?” your face burns as soon as the words leave your mouth; you’re not sure why you’re feeling bashful, but it becomes harder and harder to look at ace. maybe it’s because you’re so aroused that you’d let him fuck you in the kitchen without complaint, or maybe it’s because you can’t come to terms with your feelings for him.
or, maybe it’s a combination of both.
either way, ace doesn’t know why you care.
sighing loudly he walks out of the kitchen, fully expecting you to follow — and you do. you’re unsure if you’ve said the wrong thing; actually, you know you’ve said the wrong thing, but before you can apologize, ace pushes you against the wall, hands placed on either side of your head as he cages you in.
“who cares if anyone sees?”
he’s right, you know that; it doesn’t make it any less embarrassing. but when he presses places a kiss on your neck, you melt — heart beating faster than necessary, making you dizzy with want. you place your hands on his chest, his muscles firm under your soft touch; ace inhales sharply when you bring your hands lower, his cock stiff and heavy in his shorts, an irritating reminder that his self-restraint is dissipating quickly.
later on, when you reflect on this moment, you’ll chastise yourself about how impulsive you both were — fucking in your hallway while your parents entertain guests not even forty feet away — but for now, you just want to indulge in the fantasy and not think about anything.
ace grabs your wrist clumsily, suddenly remembering himself while halting your movements. you blink at him, confused and anxious; maybe he changed his mind about everything? maybe this was payback for the last time you were together — and, if you’re honest, you can’t exactly blame him. swallowing hard, you relax your face and opt for a more neutral expression.
normally much more forthcoming with his wants and desires, ace hesitates, momentarily, dark brows furrowed as a frown settles onto his lips.
“maybe we shouldn’t…,” he closes his eyes and presses his forehead against yours, inhaling deeply, your perfume immobilizing him temporarily before he speaks again. “you deserve better than me.”
you sit with his words for a moment but it’s not long before your hands work at tugging his shorts and underwear down. he looks at you, light brown cheeks flushed slightly when he notices the way you’re staring. you knew he was big, but goodness — still, you don’t let that deter you, and wrap a hand around his cock and slowly stroke it. ace lets out a quiet groan and it encourages you to move your hand faster.
with a soft peck on his lips, you say, “that’s not for you to decide.” which is all you’ll say on the matter. your feelings for him were too big for you to handle before, but now — now that you’ve been forced to confront your own damn self, a belated sense of clarity falls over you. it was never easy to convey your feelings into words when it came to him, but you’re very sure that he’ll understand you now.
ace’s hips jut forward when your grip around his cock tightens; he lets out a low hiss, doing his best not to be too loud since you’re so adamant about not getting caught. pre-cum spills from his slit, down onto your hand; a fascinating sight that has you sinking to your knees without much thought and replacing your hand with your mouth.
at that he moans much louder than he means to, but once your plush lips wrap around the thick head of his cock, he stops caring.
“fuck,” he breathes, leaning against the wall for support as you flick your tongue against his slit — a dangerous move, but one that you make with the full confidence that ace would, in turn, fuck you like you’ve always wanted him to.
you run your tongue down his length with gusto, as if his cock was an addictive summer treat. and, maybe it is, because you open your mouth and bob up and down his length. you use your hands for what you can’t fit in your mouth, moaning around him as you press your thighs together. your mouth is sinfully warm and wet — forbidden, almost; he grabs a fistful of your hair, holding you steady as he thrusts his hips forward.
holding onto his thighs, you slacken your jaw and keep your tongue flat, arousal building as he fucks your mouth. he knows he should be gentle, but he’s reached his limit and you’re being so compliant — he can’t really help himself. not that you mind, your panties are already damp from your slick arousal; his movements are rushed and purposeful, but you enjoy the way he’s seemingly lost control of himself.
you gag around him, breathe deeply through your nose, and ignore the tears that spill down your round cheeks. ace moans your name and your heart expands pitifully in your chest, warmth traveling all along your body. he knows he’ll never last if he keeps this up, so he pulls out of you without warning. you nearly fall over but you hold onto him, looking up at him curiously, long lashes tantalizing and mesmerizing as your tears start to dry.
he pulls you up to your feet and kisses you again with a hand wrapped around your throat; he gives it a teasing squeeze and you moan against his lips. it doesn’t take long before you unbutton your shorts and pull them down with your panties — your thighs trembling with each passing second. you wrap your legs around him possessively when he picks you up; the kisses grow more urgent and sloppier, your heart threatening to kill you mercilessly with how hard its beating.
this must be what dying feels like, you tell yourself, although when he rubs the tip of his cock in between your slick folds, you buck your hips forward and beg him to stop teasing you.
since he’s not that cruel, ace lines the head of his cock with your entrance and inches forward; sucking in a bit of air, you hold onto him tightly, and when you relax, ace thrusts into you. the moan you let out is absolutely indecent, your pussy a lewd, greedy thing that swallows his cock without much issue. with long strokes, ace knocks his hips against yours, a strangled cry slipping out of you unexpectedly. ace kisses you again and again — an attempt to keep you quiet — but soon, his strokes get shorter and frenzied as he fucks you harder, almost like he wants to incapacitate you with an orgasm.
you wouldn’t mind going out like that, especially when ace is fucking you like that, balls slapping against your ass loudly, mouth hungrily searching for his while you harshly drag your nails down the back of his neck. he doesn’t mind as the pain is minimal, and he likes the idea of you marking him the way he’s marked you.
it becomes increasingly difficult to keep quiet, but you’ve long forgotten why you needed to keep quiet in the first place. your saving grace is that your parents and their friends are more intoxicated than you originally thought and are in their own world as they laugh and dance outside. somewhere down the line, you lost your common sense — you suppose it happened when ace came to find you earlier — and because of that, you let go. your cunt squeezes around him tightly, your arousal coating the length of him; ace angles his hips and his cock reaches a spot that’s deep enough to make you babble at him incoherently.
he laughs and drops a playful kiss on your lips, his hands gripping your ass as he powers into you. a flash of white robs you of your vision, a liquid heat swirling around your lower abdomen as you cum hard with his name in your mouth. hips rolling forward, he bites your neck recklessly and your orgasm intensifies.
“oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. yes!” you chant without restraint, throat hoarse, voice raw. he breathes unevenly, thrusting feverishly into your puffy pussy, his own orgasm finding him shortly after.
ace groans as he presses open-mouthed kisses down your throat, your whines saccharine and enticing; there are so many things he wants (and needs) to say, but he pushes that aside, deciding to enjoy this moment with you instead. you pant lightly and hold onto him, heartbeat slowing until it matches his. you should probably hurry up and get dressed, since there’s no telling when someone will come through that hallway, but you can’t be bothered right now. you’re much more interested in the way ace kisses you again, leaving you breathless and terribly in love.
if you were privy to his thoughts, you’d know that he feels the same way and has felt that way for a long, long time — and sometimes he feels like he loves you a little too much. still, you feel much lighter now, sighing softly as you arch against him; the intimacy of it, surprisingly, doesn’t scare you, and now you wonder if maybe you were thinking too much about everything before. it seems that your problem has always had a simple solution, but you’re just glad that ace pushed you to figure it out. it isn’t something you’d normally do, but for ace you have a tendency to think and act impulsively without warning; he likes that side of you, and hopes that you’ll keep acting like that in the future.
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deiitsukki · 2 years
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Hii I'm not sure if you've already done this but can I please request Ace with a breeding kink. If you don't want to do this dw but thank you in advance I love your writing sm.
A/n:Sorry It took me so long to do this, I've been so busy because of my graduation day nearing so here ya go.
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You forgot how you ended up in this position, legs spread wide, heavy breathing, Body covered with sweat, face flushed and a tad bit of drool on the sides of your pretty mouth
Your legs shake as you felt a warm hand squeezed your thighs lightly "Can't take it anymore doll?" Ace chuckled caressing your bruised thighs from his firm grasp when he was fucking you into oblivion earlier, you nod slight tears escaped your eyes as you used your elbows to prop yourself and slowly crawl away from him, he scoffed chuckling at your pathetic attempt to escape from him
But he's more stronger than you. grabbing your thighs, he dragged you towards him and without any warning he inserted his hardened warm member inside you making you scream his name, his thick cock feeling your insides and with a few thrust you can feel your walls clenching
"Shit-" Ace cursed under his breath as he felt your sweet pussy clenched on his cock "Stop squeezing me like that baby" he said his thrust becoming more sloppier, aggressive and faster
He continues to fuck you, loving the sounds that was coming out of your pretty mouth knowing he was the one who was the cause of it, and the expressions you were making, he felt deep pride in his chest knowing he was the only one who makes you feel this good.
"what?" He asked as he notice you were looking at him with half hooded eyes "Feel my cum leaking out of you? Running down your thighs?" He asked with such mocking tone and you covered your face with your hands from the embarrassment at how right he was, you can really feel your guys mixed cum leaking down on your thigh, but he only slapped your hands away from your face "Don't do that babe- I'd love to see your expression when I'm fucking you good." He smirks putting both of his hands on the side of your waist as his pace more faster and rougher
You can feel yourself another orgasm as you moaned his name "Ace please~" you sobbed "What is it baby?– What is it? Tell me what you want, use that pretty mouth of yours." He replied "I wanna cum, please Ace- Ugh!" You moaned from the feeling of his dick hitting the spots that has you screaming mess
"Oh yeah? Beg for it then." He said in a playful tone, as he too feel himself he is about to release another load inside you "Please ace~" you beg pouting with pleading glossy eyes and he can't help but to thrust deeper in your tight little pussy, chants of his name escaped your mouth whines and plea together with his groan was heard in the room
One last deep thrust that hits that spongy spot inside you that breaks you, you both came together, Him throwing his head back as he let out a broken moan, arching your back as you let out a pleasured scream, you were sure everyone on the ship heard the both of you well mostly you.
Both of you were panting, trying to catch your breaths as ace laid besides you, pulling you closed to his toned chest playing with your hair and kissing your forehead, sleepily snuggling close to him you heard him say
"I think you can scream more louder than that doll."
from how hard he fucked you tonight, you are sure you weren't able to walk tomorrow.
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orieriee · 2 years
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Get to Know Portgas D. Ace! A Character Analysis ✮
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Author's note: disclaimer, this is my own interpretation based on what I've seen and some information I gathered from blogs here and there on the internet. I've wanted to do this for so long because I like to make and read fictions about certain characters but sometimes it can get too OOC (which is not my preference) so I'm making this to help me understand about the character more and write more accurate fics! Also english isn't my first language so forgive me if I worded it badly :'
I might do more when I'm free so let me know which character(s) to do. Feel free to leave some thoughts on this too in the comments/reblogs or the ask box!
warnings! do not repost anywhere. some minor spoilers.
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Please read the disclaimer beforehand, I don't want people to misunderstand :'') and before that, I've seen people interpreting him a bit out of character, which is not really my preference when reading fanfics about him (which is ok and it is also totally ok if you're ok with it or you do prefer it) I don't blame people for making him have those "stereotypes" because it's a fic, it's up to their interpretation and it's fun. But I wanna dig a little deeper on his CANON characteristics.
Also before we get into the analysis, the difference between Alabasta's Ace and Wano's Ace 😭 I'M SOBBING. I'm sorry Alabasta Ace lovers but I tend to roast my favorite characters and ACE MY BOY LMFAO. They did Alabasta Ace dirty, he has very greasy hair and what is he so smug for?? 😭
read more about his overall personality down here!
Overall Personality based on data
Based on personality database, Ace's an ESTP. I've read some articles about it and did a little bit of research on it and I do agree that Ace's an ESTP.
☆ ESTP - Extroverted, Observant, Thinking, and Prospecting.
ESTP people tend to be action-oriented, sociable and energetic. They tend to be straightforward risk-takers also, diving right into the action.
ESTPs also tend to have their own strong beliefs about what they think is right or wrong. They are usually direct or blunt, they don't like playing mind games. They can be defiant, they want their freedom so to say and move at their own pace.
Sometimes they can be insensitive and have trouble acknowledging and expressing their feelings as well. ESTPs like to solve problems here and there, perhaps too much, that they may miss the bigger picture and often ignore the rules which can create unexpected failures.
☆ We can see these traits of Ace, especially in his younger years when we get to know him more. Ace can be impulsive when it comes to action. He headbutts in first when it comes to a fight.
We can also see that Ace has trouble expressing his feelings in his younger years. He won't talk to Sabo or Luffy about his problems. But when it comes to something he thinks should be said, he's often blunt about it. He also refuses Garp's wish and wanted to become a pirate instead, despite Garp constantly arguing with him to become a marine instead. This shows Ace stands by his own will and he wants his freedom instead.
It is also shown in how he went against Whitebeard's order not to chase Teach. He was impatient and wanted to settle down the problems with Blackbeard, making him hasty which led to his, well, his time in impel down :/.
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About Him
Enough about the data, let's talk about Ace overall from what we can see from One Piece.
I must say the data has already provided a rather accurate explanation/analysis of his character in One Piece but I'll sum up some more.
Despite the fact that during his younger years, we can see how rude of a kid he was, he matured up to be a rather polite lad. Apologizing for disrupting a family's meal because he broke some walls even searching for Shanks to say his thanks because of Luffy. In his younger years we also see that he struggles with his self-image and existential crisis, on how he questioned his entire existence while in his older years, it doesn't quite show that kind of a struggle.
It seems like he is finally at peace with his own existence and accepted the fact that he can't change that about himself as we can see in his interaction with Yamato in the later episodes. Though internally, I think he's still a little bit self-conscious given the thought of what he has been through as a child, it must've left some emotional scars but we don't know since that issue doesn't get shown much in the anime.
In conclusion, he had this character development and we got to see him grow from being a brat to a mature, easy-going young man that we know of Ace in One Piece.
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Another point is that he's a good brother period. He's very protective of Luffy, Pre and Post Sabo's "death". Although I must say he was more of a "tsundere" when Sabo was still around. He's also passionate, a kind, good person, he always tries to keep his promises even though sadly he passed away before he could fulfil some of them :(. (Spoiler alert: I'm talking about Tama and Yamato)
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What I recommend - A Headcanon
Ace... I would say I'm pretty flexible with Ace unlike Law, where I don't really like Law being out of character. Ace can be portrayed as cold or a ray of literal sunshine based on the situation the headcanons are in. I can picture him where he can come off as cold if he dislikes the (person), a bad boy in modern AU where he likes to fight but still keep up those playful manners of Ace, a literal sunshine because he likes (person) very much.
☆ Romantic tropes that I can see him in are friends to lovers, soulmates, crushes, and perhaps childhood friends to lovers.
But most definitely, I can see him in a platonic soulmates relationship with the reader since that's just kinda how Ace is tbh. Or a scenario where Ace likes you like romantically but he doesn't realise he's in love romantically is also a cute trope to think about (in a headcanon).
Crushes + friends to lovers is also another trope that I really like. A headcanon I like on this take is that he's really blushy when he realized that he has a crush. Even his ears and neck are red. This headcanon applies on both anime-oriented and modern setting. I could see Ace being the golden retriever boyfriend who likes to wear those college jersey jackets (although he likes being shirtless more), 99%. Also please consider him to be the clingy boyfriend, I might be biased but I would love to baby him, you get what I feel?
Talking about a type huh... That's definitely up to your interpretation but to me he lowkey gives me Itadori's ideal type vibes (big bust and all that stuff, probably jennifer lawrence too but leaning towards Nicki Minaj or Doja cat and maybe Harry Styles too) but that's just his outside cover you know. Like he didn't know you have to have a certain type so he just splat that out because people kept pushing him. So now he just tells people that if they get too annoying (my headcanon). I think you just have to be kind and loving. That's all it is to Ace if he does desire a partner.
That's all I can brain up for Ace. Let me know if you have more ideas on his character :D I would love to hear more about your opinions too! <3 Hope you enjoyed it loves <33 Ace's appreciation post!!
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sweetbbyshion · 2 years
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My love, if I'm allowed to send a second one in, could you maybe do 148. “I really want to kiss you right now.” “Then do it.” with Sanji or Ace (whoever you feel more like)? 👉👈
Ask game!!
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Make up kisses
-> Portgas D. Ace x Reader (no pronouns used)
characters: Portgas D. Ace
warnings: mentions of an argument but nothing serious
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You don't know for how long you have been arguing. You don't even remember why you started arguing with him in the first place. You just know that you have been screaming at Ace for what seems hours about the most random stuff he did months ago. He simply looks at you, his arms crossed as he leans on the wall and watches you angrily cleaning the room, picking up the pants he left on the floor and throwing them on the laundry basket you brought with you to the room. There's a small scowl in your face as you walk around the room. Ace knew that the best way to get you to calm down was to keep quiet and let you say everything you were keeping to yourself. He knows that if he speaks and says the wrong thing, you will only end up hurt and the last thing he wants is to see your pretty face wet with tears that you desperately try to stop. He didn't take it to heart, he knew most things were said in the heat of the moment and he could only wait for you to crawl into bed with him tonight and apologize for lashing out on him. He would then apologize too, because it was mostly his fault and he would promise to be better, for you. Ace would promise to wash his dishes when you weren't home, he would promise to let you know whenever he would arrive later and would promise to close the toilet seat after he was done. You still love him, even if he leaves his dirty clothes all over the room when you ask him not to and promises things you know he probably won't always fulfill. But you don't mind because no matter how many times you tell him to not leave the wet towels on the bed, proceeding to smack him with said towel, you always pick it up and place it on its right spot before going to the couch to cuddle him.
Ace watches as you walk to him and furiously push the laundry basket into his arms, ordering him to, at least, put the clothes in the washing machine. Ace places the basket under one of his arms and uses the other to pull you by your waist, making you place your hands on his bare chest and look at him, still appearing a bit mad.
“You know… I really want to kiss you right now.”
“Then do it.”
He smiles proudly when he hears your answer, a side of him happy that you're not mad at him to the point where you wouldn't accept his kisses. So he gladly kisses you, trying to push you to bed before he settles the basket on the floor. However, you get out of his embrace and pat his chest lightly, informing him that he will only get something when laundry is done. Ace sighs, deciding not to argue further so he doesn't risk sleeping on the couch and leaves a soft kiss on your forehead before leaving the room. He hears you laugh to yourself as he leaves and his chest feels warm when he hears the sound, glad that you're not angry at him anymore. At least he hopes because, as he starts the machine, he realizes he might have mixed colors with white clothes. But that's a problem for future Ace.
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namism · 2 years
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blond | portgas d. ace
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➳ category: modern au · gender neutral reader
➳ warning: light profanity
➳ summary: Ace wants to go blond and you help him achieve the look.
➳ note: don't know if anyone's written something like this before but blond ace is sending me, pls link blond ace fanworks and i'll happily die inside
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“I want to go blond.”
Looking up from your phone, you see Ace standing in front of you in his usual getup: house slippers, black shorts, and shirtless. He has his red-beaded necklace around his neck and his arm and back tattoos decorate his toned muscles. His black wavy locks are tousled, his fingers messing them even more.
You don’t know what to say to this.
“Go blond then,” you tell him, eyes going back down on your phone but your ears are attentive nonetheless. Ace takes this as a sign of approval and encouragement, and he grins widely for the whole world to see his joy, that his significant other finally approved of him bleaching his virgin hair.
“Babe, you’re letting me?” he asks to make sure. You look up from your smartphone again and slowly nod. His face brightens.
“I don’t see why I wouldn’t,” you say. Really, you don’t. Ace is his own person and he can make decisions for himself, and not once have you ever discussed or prohibited him from doing things to his hair. You did tell him once that you loved his black look, but that was back in freshman year when you were still testing the waters with each other. “You’re as free as a bird. Do whatever you want with it.”
“Yes!” As if winning the lottery, Ace groans victoriously and you become even more confused. “So I can do whatever I want and you won’t get mad, is that it?”
You nod once more, this time with knitted eyebrows. “Yes . . . ? Why wouldn’t I let you dye or bleach your hair?”
He shrugs. “Because you like my black hair and you play with it all the time,” he reasons and goes back to combing his locks with his fingers. “You said you loved it naturally . . . don’t you like it anymore?”
You shake your head.
“That’s ridiculous, babe. I like your hair more than I like mine but I’m not restricting you with what you do with your own body,” you say. “Um, well, unless you want to shave all of it and go bald, I don’t think that would really—”
“Work out, yeah,” he finishes for you, eyes rolling to the back of his head and almost laughing. “No problemo, I won’t go bald. Just bleach. Just blond, like Sabo’s. That okay?”
With this one last question, Ace flops on the space beside you on the couch and snuggles himself into your warmth. Automatically, you drop your phone on your belly and wrap your arms around him, one of your hands finding itself on his head to rake his hair yourself. Ace hums in content.
“Of course it’s okay,” you say. He smiles warmly. “So do you, like, need help with it or what? Haven’t bleached your hair yourself right? Zero experience.”
“I’m a virgin,” he says out of nowhere and you mentally face-palm. “I’m a virgin hair-dyer.”
“I don’t think that’s a word,” you comment.
“And I have virgin hair,” he ignores your remark and finishes his sentence. With a wide tight-lipped smile, Ace stands back up and runs to his room. But before doing so, he tells you that he’ll be back in half an hour with the necessary materials.
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You’re scrolling through Instagram when Ace storms into your apartment with a paper bag of bleach, its complementary equipment, and random things he bought along the way. He puts the bag down on the kitchen island and unpacks the food he bought and dashes to the bathroom with the rest of the bag’s contents in hand.
You leave your phone on the couch as you follow Ace into the bathroom, wondering what he’s up to next. As expected, he’s neatly laying down the equipment he bought and proudly looks at them and you back and forth.
“Ta-da,” he sings, discarding the paper bag in the process. You laugh. “I have everything here, from the bleach, photo samples for reference, that bowl and brush thing you use for the dye? Then I also have that thing that you wrap around your neck like a bib.”
You nod in amusement. “You really got the whole package.”
“Of course I did. If I’m saying goodbye to my natural color then I should have all the tools like a pro.” He puts his hands on his hips and stares at you in the mirror. “What do you think?”
“I think we should get started,” you say, putting both of your hands on his shoulders. You bring a chair from the kitchen and heave it to the bathroom in front of the sink and mirror and order Ace to sit. He follows obediently, and stares at his black hair for probably the last time.
You ready the developer and bleaching powder he prepared and feel excitement build up inside of you. Right, you’re realizing that Ace is changing his appearance at the moment. In the last three years you’ve been with him, Ace hasn’t dared to change the way he puts and organizes himself because most of the accessories he dons symbolize something important to him, or are tributes to special memories and people he keeps close to his heart. His black hair is reminiscent of his father, and changing its hue is like swiping him of a memory.
Nonetheless, Ace is excited because he heard once that his mother had blond wavy shoulder-length blond hair, with almost the same waviness as his current one. To have him look more like his mother is a relief, somehow. It’s as if she never passed.
After mixing the powder with the developer, you thoroughly comb his hair with a hairbrush then gradually apply the bleach on his head. Ace internally screams with his mouth hung open. On the first contact of the brush with his head, he gasps.
“That’s cold,” he says. You apply more of it on his hair. “Oh fuck, that’s weird. Can’t believe I’m doing this.”
You empty the bowl of bleach until Ace’s head is fully covered. By the end of the application, parts of his hair are starting to lift.
You put a shower cap on his head to wait for the bleach to settle. For the meantime, he munches down on the sour cream chips he bought earlier as he observes his locks slowly lifting.
Once 40 minutes have passed, you bring Ace back to the bathroom to rinse the bleach off and put shampoo in. You end it with one final rinse after a 30-minute wait on applying toner.
Ace lets his hair dry with a hair blower and you go back to work on his head once done. Taking products from your own drawer, you style your boyfriend’s hair to perfection until he’s satisfied with the appearance.
You take your hand mirror and show Ace the back of his now blond head, awaiting for his reply. He smiles brightly at the mirror and plays with his hair.
“This is the best that I can do. Can’t give you a haircut, sorry,” you tell him.
“No, this is already really great,” he reassures, still playing and moving his head around to see all the other angles. “Goddamn, you did it justice. Be my hairdresser baby, you’re good at this.”
“I’ll be your hairdresser if I miraculously do this good again,” you say. You comb his hair with your fingers and he shivers. “Blond looks so good on you, what the hell?”
“I think it’s time to brag about it on the Internet,” he says as he reaches for his phone and quickly snaps a couple of mirror shots of his new hair. “You won’t mind, would you?”
“Not at all,” you say. As Ace takes pictures of his new look, you go on cleaning duty and tidy the sink and counter after the bleaching mess.
Ace wasn’t lying when he said he was going to brag about your wonderful work on his hair, because hours later, Sabo (his second brother) was ranting about how his naturally blond hair is being outshone while Luffy (the youngest) is deciding whether or not he should match the two.
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matchadobo · 1 year
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ACE; guitar (noun)
one word. six letters. an instrument. such produces melodious tones from the vibration of its six strings. an object that bridged one's feelings from one heart to another.
tags: lil' cursing, fluff, gn!reader, kissing, not proofread (sorry if grammar stinky)
summary: name confesses by the bonfire.
wc: 819
for the more immersive experience: listen to this while reading @ timestamp 22:04 🔥💌
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the crew had decided to stop by an abandoned shore for the night. after scouting the area for possible habitants, they've decided to rest at the island and wait till dawn.
the whitebeard pirates are now seated encompassing a bonfire at the stygian, silent night. despite the loud crackles of the bonfire and the rowdy drunk men around you, all you can hear and focus on is the freckled man three feet away from you.
he had a guitar resting on his lap, as he sat cross-legged on some logs you guys set up not too long ago. strumming whilst singing, smiling and stealing glances at you from time to time. you were singing along with the crew, but it felt as if it was just only the two of you under the full moon.
ace was currently singing 'marry you' in the most gentle and suave voice, accompanied by the soft strumming of his guitar. you rested your elbow on your knees and your chin on your palm, smiling softly as you mused at him. once you caught his eyes, you smiled even wider giving an 'ok' sign to assure him of how well he was doing. he fumbled up a little with the chords, but made it seem like an adlib. with the snickers from the group, you also threw your head back laughing; so in love with him.
you downed even more liquor and before you know it, it was only you and ace left outside before the bonfire. you were seated closer now, you two were seated facing each other on the sand beside the fire. you admired the giddy man before you, happily strumming on his guitar while smiling toothily at you. singing along with the brightest grin and eyes full of love in him and yours' own little world.
ace's heart thundered in his chest, incessantly screaming in his head to continue impressing you and playing for you, relentlessly reminding himself to not fuck up in front of the person he loves. although, he would gladly screw up if it would make you laugh. to see you giggle, snicker, or show any form of happiness before him, his heart just blooms with so much love. so much love he could only feel and foresee from you.
he finished his songs and stretched, leaning by his arms as it supported his torso from behind. yawning at the sky, he mumbled "maaaan that was tiring."
"you were so cool, ace!" you clapped, holding a bottle by your hands. eyes beaming with joy.
he faked a bow stance, making you smile even more. "since when did you play the guitar, hmm?" you poked at him.
"ever since i found someone i want to impress so badly." he retorted.
"oooooh," you said, fascinated. "tell it!"
he playfully clicked his tongue, pretending to think about it, "i don't think you'll be able to handle it, name." he teased, seeing a pout on your lips.
"teach me how to play then, i want to impress you!" you said. ace froze in his seat, blushing from head to toe.
confused, you broke the long silence, "hey..?" you poked.
"y-you want to impress me?" he pointed to himself, eyes wide.
"of course, dummy! i'd want to impress someone i admire so much," you smiled. ace felt the world stop for him. your words echoed in his head. your beauty bewitching his consciousness. your smile pinching at his heart and soul. your touch sending electricity across his hot skin.
"y-you a-admire me, name?"
"so very much! you're so amazing ace! and very attractive too! your eyes never lose their fire and anything you do seems so incredible! it's always bright wherever you are, wherever and whenever you smile i always wanna share those with you! why'd you think i begged pops to let me under your division? theres just something about you that makes me so-"
despite burning from head to toe, literally and figuratively. he gathered himself and asked you, "how drunk are you, name?"
"n-not really, i-i'm tipsy at the very least-"
"cool, 'cuz i will kiss you now."
"e-eh?!"
and in a swift second, moving his guitar to the side, he snaked an arm around your waist. he placed one of his hands at the small of your back and the other at the back of your head, crashing your lips together.
there were like fireworks exploding on your stomachs. your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, carding his gorgeous, wavy locks. after a few kisses and tongues, he pulled away with a grin. your foreheads sticking together. eyes glowing with endearment.
"i'm so very fuckin' in love with you too, cute stuff." he giggled, kissing your nose afterwards.
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UWAAAA I MISS ACE 😩🔥
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zaimta · 2 years
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hi! this is my first time requesting something so I’m kinda nervous haha. if its not too much trouble, can you write ace, law, and nico robin with a s/o / crew mate with a language barrier? like maybe s/o is from an indigenous tribe and they really haven’t been exposed to anything outside of it? people often think s/o is dumb but in actuality they’re strong and smart but just primitive. sorry if this is too much I just had this idea in my head for awhile. thank you for giving me your time!
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彡ace, law, and nico robin with an s/o from a tribe
a/n- my first request too! twinnem!!
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ACE-
he was intrigued by you when he first met you, he was so set on getting to know you he didn’t allow the language barrier or the fact that y’all come from two different world stop him
he would use gestures to convey what he was trying to say to you while he was docked on your home island, after a while he was would start using some books per marco’s advice to help communicate with you
after a while he wouldn’t want to leave your side so he asked you to join the crew on his ship and of course you agreed
he would love watching you get excited and try new things, like the first time you had ice cream the grin on your face was so special to him he cherishes it forever
when someone insults your intelligence he shuts it down real quick along with pops, ace often starts bar fights for you and you always have to drag him away and patch him up
“they’re not gonna talk about you like that baby! not while i’m here!”
LAW-
you guys had a bit of a misunderstanding when y’all first met, you’re one of the warriors for your village you were fast and agile
you didn’t recognize him so you miss took him for an enemy, your “attack” didn’t work as well as you hoped as soon as you pounced he switched your place with a rock, seeing as you couldn’t understand one another he put his hands up in mock surrender
when you took him back to your village you basically forced him to teach you things because you were fascinated, you looked at his medical books over and over when he was there and picked up some words, everytime he finds his book he also finds you sleeping with a pile of books around you
when you join his crew he smiles a bit as you geek out about the ship pointing at it and wondering about its odd shape, when it goes underwater your smiling and shocked
the crew teases law a lot when he simply takes the heart of whoever makes fun of you, he doesn’t tolerate any rude behavior towards you, you’re still learning and it’s not your fault
NICO ROBIN-
the language queen herself!
the crew stumbled across your island because there was a poneglyph on it, whether you could understand it or not she took an interest in you
see was aware of the language barrier that would be between the two of you but even then that just made things more interesting, she knew she didn’t have much time to get to know you because once the log pose resets so the most logical thing would be to take you back to her captain and luffy takes a liking to you immediately
when in battle you protect her when she needs it and she sends you a grateful smile that leaves you weak in the knees
out of everyone she would enjoy teaching you the most, like she actually went and bought books to teach you their language so you can communicate with all of the crew
when it comes to someone degrading you because they believe you’re inferior or dumb she slaps them with the giant hand <3
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ashjade19 · 2 years
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Beach Babes
Ace x (female) reader
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“Is the skirt too much? It probably is, oh god maybe my whole outfit is bad!”
“Hina, seriously you look great! I’m sure Ace will think so too.” I tell her, as she slightly blushes at the thought of her date.
“Are you absolutely sure about this? I know you said you don’t see him that way…… but I don’t want to hurt your friendship with your best friend.” Her dark blue eyes looks at me with concern.
“Ace and I have been best friends since we were three! I’m sure we’ll be fine, so don’t feel bad for going on a date with him.” Although I’m smiling and truly mean the words coming out of my mouth, I can’t help but feel terrible. It’s one of those feelings like a gut feeling before something bad happens or anxiety.
“If you say so (y/n).” She twirls while looking at herself in the mirror, her light blue skirt billowing out around her. We both giggle at her childish yet adorable action.
Since Hina and Ace’s date was at the beach, she had a swimsuit underneath her blue skirt and white tank top.
“Maybe I should do braids?”
“Hina! Not again!”
“They should have met up by now.”
The bad feeling was back yet again. I know that spying on your friend and best friend’s date probably wasn’t the best thing, but I don’t know what else to do! This feeling is so terrible and I don’t want anything to happen to them! The last time I had a feeling this bad it was when Luffy landed in the hospital.
“Fine, guess I’ll change into a swimsuit so I can still get into the water after they leave.” And with that I am out the door, walking towards the beach that is close enough to my apartment that I can walk.
The whole walk all I can think about is this bad feeling. This feeling can’t be jealousy, right? I don’t know anymore.
So here I am, sitting on my towel, sunglasses on to hide my identity and book in hand. Every few seconds I look over at my best friend and my friend next to him. They are just standing in the water, talking and laughing occasionally.
The bad feeling is back and at this point I’m pretty sure it is jealousy I’ve been feeling. But why? Ace and I have been best friends for so long, there’s no way I love him, right?
I go back to my book, reading but mostly thinking about my feelings.
Every time we are together I am so happy. When we touch (hugs and such) I am even happier. I smile at the thought of hugging Ace before shaking my head to clear it. I can’t get off topic here! I run one hand through my hair, contemplating my feelings.
It’s about half an hour later when they hug goodbye. I watch as they hug, the burning feeling inside me becoming too much to bear. It wasn’t until I looked back at the page of the book I’m reading for me to realize that I’m crying.
And I watch as Ace waves bye to Hina, and realize that I truly do love my best friend. My best friend that has always there for me when I’ve needed him the most. The best friend that I call strawberry from time to time because of his beautiful freckles. The best friend that I watch movies with him and his two brothers every Friday night. The best friend that I have slowly fallen in love with and didn’t even realize it until now.
How stupid can I be?
Apparently I’m also deaf, because next thing I know is that Ace is in front of me, asking if I’m okay.
“(Y/n), what’s wrong? Did someone do this?” The concern on his face hit me even harder and I just started crying more. He started freaking out and it ended with him hugging me. So I do what any crying-about-love-girl would do.
I hug him harder and cry into him, soaking up a spot on his red unbuttoned shirt.
“It’s okay firecracker. Everything is gonna be okay.” He rubs my back in soothing circles.
I sniffle when my cry fest is over.
“So how was the date with Hina?”
“It was fine but,” he gives me a grin, “I had to turn her down in the end.”
“Why? Are you into someone else or something?”
“I am.” He lets out a loud laugh.
“She doesn’t even know how much I love her! She’s the most beautiful, wonderful, kind and caring person I’ve ever met. I think I was around eight when I knew that she was the only one for me!”
The look he’s giving me is full of love. God, why can’t that be me that he is talking about!
“Even now I don’t think she realizes I’m talking about her.”
At that I am confused. Could he be talking about me? No, there’s no way! Ace loves me?! No, he has to be talking about some other lucky girl.
“(Y/n)~”
At the sound of my name I refocus on the man I love.
“Firecracker, that’s you. I love you, I’ve loved you for so long.”
It takes a long moment of silence for me to realize that I probably have to say something to that.
“Wait, are you serious?!” Ah yes, perfect (y/n)! Since I can’t figure out what to say and so I decide to say that! Perfect! Just perfect (*cue more crying*).
Ace, being the wonderful person he is, just looks at me with love in his eyes.
“Yeah! I love you. And I completely understand if you don’t feel the same way.” He says the last sentence in one of the saddest voices I’ve ever heard him use.
So I do the only thing I can think of in the moment.
I kiss him.
At this point, I feel tears streaming down my face. Tears of (past) sadness and joy. As we kiss, I feel a tear run down his cheek. I break the kiss, forehead resting on his before wiping the tear away with my thumb. We look into each other’s eyes, emotions flashing through them.
“I love you too Ace. I don’t think I realized it until today, but I’ve loved you for so long.”
He gives me the happiest expression I’ve ever seen on him before tangling his fingers in my hair and pulling me into another kiss.
It was breathtaking.
Even more so when I pull him down by his neck while his other hand snakes around my waist.
As we part from the best kiss I’ve ever had in my life, he lightly slaps my butt.
We laugh before going back to kissing.
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