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happy endings ༄ Portgas D Ace .MDNI. AANXIOUSANGEL ©

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synopsis ༄ you saved ace that day but nearly lost yourself in the process content ༄ mentions of death, the war at marineford (pre-timeskip), mentions of kid!reader bullied, uh…semi-described smut(?),… wc ༄ 2.5k author's note ༄ this actually is another request on ao3! i love ace so much and i ended up sobbing because this sweet boy deserved to live. actually, crying over whitebeard rn too LMAO im very sensitive rn SORRY!

No one knew why you were a part of the crew. Not why Whitebeard kept you around. No one knew you were the captain’s blood daughter. His one and only. His dream come true. Well…mostly. It wasn’t all that complete once your mother had passed giving birth to you. He’d never say it, but that broke him inside. Just a little.

After he’d collected so many ‘brothers,’ you had lost track of who was who at some point. Mostly, you stuck around the fleet commanders, recognizing them with ease. Marco, Jozu, Thatch… The list goes on. Honestly, they were all pretty sensitive about your slight forgetfulness so you had resorted to calling everyone ‘bro.’

Years and years had passed when you’d met Ace. At first, you really didn’t like him. He kept trying to fight your father, attempting to kick his ass and get the jump on him.

It never worked of course.

And finally one evening, he quit. You were at Marco’s side, hand on your katana’s handle. He carried a bowl of fresh soup, still warm and steaming. And all alone, you saw it. Well, you saw him.

Ace sat with his knees pulled up to his chest, head low as he wallowed. You tensed and stayed just a few feet back as Marco walked over, setting the bowl beside him. For the first time, you heard this man’s voice low and serious.

“Tell me… Why does everyone on this ship call him Pops?”

“You don’t get it? Because he calls us ‘sons.’”

You watched Ace’s brows knit ever so slightly, staring at Marco.

“None of us have any family left. Hell, the whole world hates us.” Marco continues, still smiling, “So, it’s nice, right? I mean, I know it’s just a word… But it still feels nice.”

Ace doesn’t speak. He drops his head, clenching his teeth as he fights off tears. Marco walks over, kneeling before him. You sigh, stepping closer to the two.

“What’s the deal? Are you really gonna keep on doing this even after he spared your life? You can’t keep this up.”

Your voice is quiet and gentle, making Ace’s shoulders tense, “Hate to break it to ya, but you’re not strong enough to kill him.”

“You can either get off this ship and start over,” Marco sighs, “or you can stay here and wear the mark of Whitebeard on your back.”

From that night on, Ace changed. He was a bubbly, fiery spirit. You ended up learning more about him and becoming closer. He had this kid brother he was so insanely proud of. Luffy. He was strong and ruthless, all with a smile on his face.

Eventually, Ace was granted the title of Commander over the second division. The party and feast prepared for the night he accepted was magnificent, courtesy of Thatch and his division. Into the night, while everyone danced and drank, you got a moment alone with Ace.

“Congrats, Fire Fist,” you bump his hip with yours.

“Thanks, princess,” he chuckles, leaning back against the rail while your elbows rest on it.

“Think you can handle it?” You glance up at him, watching the way his head tilts to look at you.

“I can handle anything.” He smiles, his arms folded against his chest.

Your eyes roll, smiling as you let your eyes drift back to the sea, “Always so cocky.”

“Nah,” Ace chuckles quietly, still staring at you all googly-eyed. “Maybe I just wanna impress ya.”

“And if I told you that you do?” You prop your chin on your palm, looking over at him.

“I’d…” Ace’s cheeks grow warm, a pink hue dusting his skin. “I’d ask you out. Duh.”

“Hm, cute.”

You laugh under your breath. He was the most attractive man you’d ever seen on these seas, but that didn’t say much.

Most people you’d witnessed were old pirates and gross. You know, scurvy and whatnot. Guess they’d gotten tired of taking pride in more than their strength and egos.

The townies you met were just stuck to their islands. Families married with kids who always wanted to play with you, begging you to tell them all about your adventures. The people around your age were just scared because you were a part of the most infamous crew. Adults of the town were just as wary, not even wanting the town’s kids to look at a criminal.

And you? You wanted your own son or daughter one day. You wanted your own family just like your pops wanted all those years ago. Well, now you did anyway. You used to hate the families of the islands, their children a bunch of bullies when you’d come to town. They’d run with their tails tucked when your dad’s crew would come along, scaring them away.

“Don’t worry, kid! We’ll play whatever games ya want back on the ship!”

“Yeah, Y/N! We’re way cooler than those little brats!”

You didn’t let them know how much it actually hurt though. You were…all alone. No kids to hang out with, no mom to hold you and tell you it was okay, no sense of childhood endeavors. Just…a kid having to keep it a secret that her dad was truly her blood. Eventually, you gave up and trained with everyone else.

You trained until you couldn’t take it. Sometimes wiping you out for days at a time.

When Ace came along, you finally had someone your age. Someone who made you feel like you could breathe. Like you could be free.

That only made it so much worse when Ace left in search of Marshall D Teach. And you took it even harder when he was captured by the government and set to be executed at Marineford. But everyone banded together and your father had come through. You finally met Luffy and swore that you’d kill anyone who dared get in your way to help Ace. Luffy definitely took a liking to you for that.

Even more so when Ace was rescued rather than killed. You fought yourself into a coma before you could see his freedom though. For weeks, Ace was a wreck. Beaten and bruised, he stayed at your side, desperate for you to wake up.

After sixty-seven days, your hand twitched around his fingers, clenching. He nearly passed out from the excitement, burying his face in your stomach as he sobbed. Something in you realized it was time to finally give in to his antics. To stop teasing and dragging him along.

“I love you, Ace.”

Those were the first words you croaked, throat dry and sore.

“What?”

“I love you.”

A loud thud hit the floor, making the door burst open. Marco was right there, panic wide in his eyes. He looked at you, mouth hanging open, and then at Ace laying on the floor.

“What the fuck happened?” Marco pointed to the male groaning on the ground.

“He fainted,” you wince as you speak, reaching for the glass pitcher on the nightstand.

“You’re awake…” Marco breathes out, walking over to you.

Marco called in a nurse, getting her to check on your vitals. Meanwhile, he helped Ace back into a chair, making sure his bandages weren’t off of his healing wounds. You watched Ace, watching him rub his head. His hat… His necklace… They were gone… You didn’t like that. His signature looks stolen by the war raging on. It wasn’t even close to over.

“Is…is Luffy okay?” You ask quietly, brows pinched in worry.

“He’s okay. Little brat is more resilient than anything,” Ace smiles softly, looking over at you.

Marco grinned, “Runs in the family, huh?”

You relax, finally getting cleared by the nurse. She gave Ace a quick once over before leaving the room, shutting the door behind her. You dip your toes to the floor, finding your footing. Ace got up quickly as you stood, clearing the path with two steps. His arms find their way around you, holding you close.

“My girl,” he breathes against your hair. “My pretty girl. Don’t ever fucking scare me like that again. Ya hear me?”

“I hear you,” you laugh against his chest, wrapping your arms around him weakly.

Eventually, the night falls, leaving you and Ace encased in the dark room. He cradles you almost all night, playing with the ends of your hair. You trace little patterns against his chest softly, listening to his breathing even out.

“I love you,” Ace says quietly and you hear his heartbeat speed up in his chest.

“I love you more,” you smile, moving to look at him.

The moonlight casts a soft glow across his bruised face, softening his features under the gentle light. He seems so peaceful even if only for a night. You find yourself hoping for this to last forever.

“I’m sorry…about your dad,” he brushes a strand from your face, frowning softly.

“He didn’t die in vain,” you whisper, swallowing thickly.

“He was your real dad though,” Ace murmurs, finally having learned about the bloodline.

“All those years… He taught me family is more than just blood,” your hand reaches up, brushing through his hair. “He loved us all more than anything.”

“I love you more than anything.”

His voice, quiet and timid, trembles ever so slightly. He meant it with all of his heart. Ace had nearly lost you, terrified half to death on that battlefield. Too much had already been lost in his life. You? He wasn’t letting go without all hell breaking loose.

“I want to live.”

Those words send a bone-chilling ache throughout your entire being, eyes widening.

“You mean it?”

“I do.”

“...I’ll hold you to that, you know. I won’t ever let you die.”

“Promise?”

His grin makes you roll your eyes, swatting at him softly. Ace can’t stop the laugh that slips past his lips and grabs your wrist to press a swift kiss to your palm. The kisses don’t stop, continuing along your arm until he reaches all the way to your jaw. He hesitates, breathing heavily against your jaw.

“Sweet girl,” Ace breathes out, screwing his eyes shut.

“Mhm?” You murmur, head tilted back.

“Can I kiss you?” His teeth scrape softly against your skin, desperate and fighting the urge to capture your lips without permission.

“I could never say no to you, could I?” You murmur, reaching under his chin to tilt his head.

Your lips meet, a groan rumbling deep in his chest. He straddles you, cupping your face like he couldn’t get enough. The kiss turned from something innocent and sweet to carnal and desperate. You claw at his shoulders, noises escaping you as your thighs tighten.

“Ace, please,” you mumble against his lips.

Ace grins against you, pulling away for a moment, “I’ll never get tired of your voice, you know that?”

“Don’t start being all cute,” you murmur, looking up at him.

“I can’t help it,” he pecks your lips through a laugh. “It’s just natural.”

“You’re so lame,” you grin, pulling him back to you.

Deeper into the night, he took his time with you, slow and patient. Ace pressed against you after his movements slowed, growing uneven from his rhythm. You were in tears, sweat coating the both of you when you felt something drip onto your cheek.

He hovered over you, panting. You weren’t expecting to see tears in his eyes.

“Ace? What’s wrong?” You rasp, reaching to cup his face.

“I didn’t think…” He sniffles, looking down at you, “I didn’t think I’d ever get the chance to be with you. I was so scared…”

“You don’t think I’d go out so easily, huh?” You smile, wiping his tears.

“I wouldn’t let you,” he leans down, resting his forehead against yours.

What would he do without you? His pretty girl. His other half. Thinking about it was the last thing he needed at this moment. He couldn’t let your first time go to waste now, could he?

Ace pressed a kiss to your dampened skin, rolling his hips against yours. Your breath hitched at the contact. Goddamn, he loved this side of you. One that belonged to him and him alone. How could he ever let you go?

Once he graced that weak spot that blew stars behind your eyes, he repeated it over and over and over. With half-lidded eyes, he watched your reactions to keep his movements in rhythm, careful and methodical.

But at this rate, he wasn’t going to last much longer. Not with the way your walls were squeezing the life out of him.

“A-Ace, I-”

“I know,” he grunts, his teeth sinking into your shoulder.

Your legs found their way around his hips, locking at your ankles. Your teeth sink into the flesh of his shoulder, somehow keeping you tethered to the earth. His hips stutter again with a grunt before he…

“F-fuck!” Ace buries his face into the crook of your neck, hands grasping at your plush hips.

It wasn’t immediately obvious to you, but he buried himself so deep within you that you didn’t stand a chance to avoid this new future. You blinked, panting as he collapsed on top of you.

“Did you…”

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs tiredly against your skin, taking the time to catch his breath. “Promise I’ll make it up to ya.”

And you, poor thing, were so exhausted that you didn’t give a damn about any repercussions that might come of this. You turn your head, pressing a kiss to his temple before passing out.

Several years later

“Uncle Luffy!”

“Rouge!”

“Rouge! Don’t run off like that!”

Your sweet little girl giggled as her uncle snatched her up, spinning her. You shake your head, smiling at their antics. Ace stuck by your side, arm always wrapped around you as the two of you walk over to the Strawhat crew.

“She gets that from you, you know,” you nudge Ace’s side.

He grins, ruffling your hair, “Yeah, yeah, so she’s a little rebellious. You sayin’ you weren’t a troublemaker back in the day?”

“Not what I’m saying,” you roll your eyes but still can’t help the smile ghosting your lips. “I’m saying that neither of you listen.”

“Just wait,” he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, “she’ll give that damn government a run for their money.”

Rouge gets all the attention from her ‘aunts and uncles,’ telling them all about your last little trip to Sphinx. You take your time, greeting everyone almost in tears. It felt far too long since the last time you saw everyone. Since you saw your family.

“Can’t believe you’re already three! You’re growing up so fast, Rouge!” Nami squished her cheek just as Sanji was bringing out a cake, decorated with pink hibiscus flowers.

“Happy birthday, Rouge!”

Ace held you from behind, chin resting atop your head. He thought back to all those years ago, to the battlefield where he nearly lost you and himself in the process. His sweet girls, safe and sound once again… He wouldn’t trade this for the world. Not now, not ever.

author's note ༄ sorry, gotta yap more rq! uh idk why i added in that tidbit about it being 'secret' you were the blood daughter of whitebeard and am now realizing that was probably dumb LMAO

dividers used: sister-lucifer. cafekitsune. anitalenia.

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[aanxiousangel]

a piece of me | portgas d ace .MDNI. AANXIOUSANGEL ©

AANXIOUSANGEL © DO NOT FEED ANY OF MY WRITINGS TO AI PROGRAMS OF ANY SORTS; I DO NOT CONDONE THE USE OF AI. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: a request from my ao3 comments! i really hope this is enjoyable because i lowk hate it the more i reread it... so... i'll be rewriting this eventually (i really don't think i can ever top my asl bro fic lol). 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: character death (not Ace), blood, angst and fluff, kid!bully!Ace, teen!depressed!reader, violence/death depicted at the end 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 3.5k 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you're empty without your flame by your side. what will you do when he comes back for you?

Several years ago… ages 8 + 10

“Ace!” You called out, trying to keep up with the older boy.

Luffy was right behind you, panting, “Y/N/N! Wait for me!”

“Sorry, Lu,” you huff out, hands on your knees as you try to catch your breath.

Just a moment of you taking your eyes off of Ace and he was gone! You pout, kicking the dirt on the path. Surrounding you and Luffy were the woods you’d been around all your childhood. Off in the shade, you plop down against a tree with a huff. Why couldn’t you be fast like Ace or Sabo..?

“I’m hungry,” Luffy whined, sitting next to you.

You glance over at the younger boy, frowning slightly. He was always hungry. This was nothing new. You just still couldn’t understand how his stomach was basically a bottomless pit. Then again, you basically burned off everything you ate on a daily, running like this.

“Head back for lunch, Lu. I’ll try and find Ace, ‘kay?”

Luffy frowned but didn’t argue, mumbling out an ‘okay’ before getting up to trudge the whole way home to Curly Dadan and the others. Once the younger boy disappears from your sight, you break down. Pulling your knees to your chest, you sniffle. You tried so hard to keep up with him , but it never worked. He was too fast, too agile, too smart allowing him to disappear into the forestry.

You were all alone once again. Just like the day your parents left you here to set sail on an adventure, hearing about the infamous Gol D Roger’s treasure hidden somewhere in the world… At least you were fed, clothed, and housed here with Dadan.

Before you knew it, fat tears rolled down your cheeks, leaving streaks in the dirt ghosting your skin. You bury your face into your knees, trembling as you cry. You didn’t even know why you were crying. It just felt like your heart hurt, aching and sinking in your chest.

A branch snaps not too far from you, making you freeze up. Your head lifts just enough to peer over your knees, searching the deep greenery. You couldn’t see him, but…it felt like he was there. For some reason, you always felt his presence like it was a sixth sense. Maybe you had some kind of superpower.

“Hello?” You call out with a shaky voice, getting up.

Another snap has you looking all around, trying to find the source. You started to creep back, turning on your heel to get ready to run. Before you could take another step, you hear a sigh from above you.

“You’re no fun when you cry,” Ace’s voice startled you, letting you find him sitting in the branches of the tree you sat against.

“You’re so mean!” You retort, turning to walk home.

“I’m not mean!” He argues back.

You hear the sound of his shoes scraping bark before a thick thump hits the ground. He runs over to you, catching up easily. You don’t even dare to look at him. Dummy… Stupid, stupid dummy..!

“Take it back,” he pouts, poking your arm.

“No.” You snap, keeping your eyes trained ahead of you.

“I’m not mean! You keep following me like a lost puppy! And Luffy!” Ace attempts to explain his reasoning, but you don’t care. “You’re both crybabies..!”

Well, you try not to care. It still hurts your feelings.

“You never let me play with you,” you sniffle, roughly wiping the tears sliding down your cheeks.

“You’re too young! You cry too much.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t cry so much if you were nicer!”

He stops in his tracks, but you don’t. You continue on, following all the subtle markings imprinted in your mind to lead you home. Home where you’d be safe and acknowledged.

Ace doesn’t speak to you for the rest of the day, leaving you to pout even through dinner. And when the next day came, you didn’t run after him through the forest or even come out to play with Luffy. You stuck by Dadan’s side, asking to help with anything your short self could manage. Dishes, dusting, learning. Anything. Mostly, she had you read a lot, telling you it’d benefit you.

Though, she was worried. Why were you suddenly a recluse? Why did sticking your nose in a book entice you more than playing with the other village kids? Eventually, Dadan got tired of you wanting to ‘grow up too fast’ and sent you out to play with the other kids. You pretended to go play, but really… You hid in the forest with a book, hiding away from everyone.

“Y/N?” Ace’s voice startles you out of your own little world, crouched beside you. He peered over at your book, wide eyed and curious.

Your chest hurts. “What?”

He nearly flinches at the surprising harshness in your tone. “Can you come play now..?”

Some years later… ages 15 + 17

He wasn’t so bad… Actually, Ace was refreshing to be around. He made you laugh until your sides would hurt, wipe away your tears while simultaneously teasing you about being a crybaby, and even patch up your scrapes and cuts. Though, you knew he wouldn’t stick around forever. His need for freedom still stayed even in his aging.

Not to mention, he always spoke about it. About getting off this island and living a long life being the best pirate in the world. The king of pirates, he claimed. He’d swore he’d be even better than Gol D Roger himself. Something about that…you believed it. It was a feeling in your gut that told you Ace was meant to be something amazing in life.

So, you stole any ounce of his time that you could, not telling him your reasoning for being even more clingy.

“I’m leaving tomorrow,” Ace whispers.

The stars above twinkled, the full moon illuminating the shoreline. The waves rolled in and out, just barely kissing your bare feet planted on the ground. You didn’t flinch, didn’t dare move a muscle. Even as your vision blurred and your chest started to hurt, you didn’t move. Not even when he shifted, almost uncomfortable within the silence.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it..?” Your voice cracks, just barely speaking above a whisper.

Ace’s head turns to you, searching the side of your face for something. Anything… Anything to tell him you gave a shit that he would be gone. All he could see was the tears sliding down your temple with quivering lips. The pain that sat on your chest was unbearable.

“Y/N…”

“Just stay with me tonight,” you whisper, shutting your eyes. Begging, pleading, hoping that it was just a fucked up joke… But it wasn’t.

Ace moved closer, wrapping his arms around you. And you cried. You didn’t stop crying all night even as you lay in bed, clinging to your pillow to muffle your sobs. Not even the next morning when you could barely drag yourself out of bed. Not even as he left your side. Not even as he left with a piece of you he didn’t know he had.

You couldn’t breathe, broken and sobbing every hour of the day, every day of the week... Luffy swore he’d become the next pirate king and beat Ace up on your behalf. Even as he was being a crybaby at your side, hurt by his brother’s departure. Almost as if his brother betrayed him.

You swore you’d set sail one day when you had the courage. You promised yourself you would find him one day. You’d find Portgas D Ace and…you weren’t sure what would come after that. He couldn’t just leave you like this. Like a shell of your old self. Right? Right..?

Ace was better than that. Better than leaving you all alone in this world. He wasn’t like your parents who left you to fend for yourself. Or like Luffy’s parents who technically did the same to him. This was Ace we’re talking about here. Your favorite guy in existence…

Your entire reason for breathing.

Days passed, turning into weeks. Weeks where you sat in that same spot, hoping to see that familiar grin coming back to you. Months where you laid under the night sky, realizing he left you. He truly left you behind.

The five stages of grief took a toll on you. Denial had come and gone, leaving you with anger rotting your very bones on that shore. Bargaining had you screaming at the waves to bring him back, tears sliding down your face. It didn’t work. There was no sea god to listen to your pleas. Depression so terrible you couldn’t even look at the ocean. So terrible you couldn’t bring yourself to all your regular spots because it reminded you of him too much.

Finally, one day you accepted that he was gone, but so were you. The joy you once held onto so tightly disappeared, sinking you into this pit of hidden misery and masks to cope with the pain. Anyone who knew you… They could see the pain in your eyes, in the smiles that didn’t meet your eyes.

The pain lingered even as you and Luffy set sail years later, a sliver of hope moving through your veins that you’d see him again one day.

Present day. ages 18 + 20

“Luffy!” Zoro’s boots thudded on the deck, having dropped from the crow’s nest. “Ship incoming!”

Luffy swiveled around, looking out over the ship’s ledge. A ship, yes, but a tiny one at that. It wasn’t like the Going Merry that was made for a huge crew. No, this one made for maybe three people at most.

“What the hell..?” Luffy frowned, “Y/N!”

You were leaning on the starboard rail, looking over the ocean when Luffy called you over. You walk over, standing between the captain and swordsman to see what the fuss was about. Eventually, Nami and Usopp were standing beside the three of you, curious and alert.

“What is that..?” You ask, the ship growing closer and closer.

“No clue…” Luffy mutters, rolling his shoulders. “But get ready in case…”

He stopped. A tall figure stood at the back of the boat, flames controlling the water to direct the ship towards your crew. Black hair, red pearls, a familiar hat resting atop his head…

That smile…

You stepped back, immediately believing you were hallucinating, “Luffy…”

“ACE!” Luffy screams, waving his arms like a crazy person.

You flinch at the sudden outburst, blinking away the tears threatening to spill. It couldn’t be him. Not yet. You weren’t ready! This pirate life was still so new to you! You weren’t even sure you could kick his ass, make him regret ever leaving you in the first place. Honestly, you didn’t want to fight him.

In the midst of Luffy’s chaos and Zoro holding him back from falling into the water, you couldn’t control your hurricane of emotions. You step back a few feet, catching Nami’s attention quickly. You probably looked insane to her with tears in your eyes and disbelief written all over your face.

“Y/N?” Nami quickly catches you by the arm before you trip, searching your face. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Ace,” you choke out, wiping away the falling tears. “I-Is that him? Really him?”

“How do you know Fire Fist Ace?” Nami asks, sitting you down. Clearly, he had his own reputation.

“He…” You peer up at her, unsure how to describe him. “I… We…”

Ace wasn’t your brother like he was to Sabo and Luffy, no. He was your friend..? No, that felt too basic. Too restrained. What you felt for this man… This was like a flame, burning brighter than the sun. Passionate, energetic, confusing. He still held that piece of you…

“Y/N,” Ace’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

Oh, god. Oh, no, no, no! Your mouth hung open, staring up at him. Freckles dusted his face, his shoulders… Sunkissed and ripped, he stood before you in all his glory. He shook his hand off, flames dying out on his fingertips.

The devil fruit… He ate one?! Your confusion lay evident across your face, making him laugh. Ace held his hand out to you, helping you up with ease. You didn’t get a chance to say anything before he had you wrapped in his arms with a tight grip. He smelled like the sea and sweat.

“Ace…” you whisper, finally wrapping your arms around him.

“I’m here,” he whispered against the side of your head, squeezing you.

“I’m so confused right now…” Usopp nudged Nami’s side, brow raised as he watched the reunion.

“Honestly, me too. Luffy, do you guys know him?” Nami looks over at Luffy who was grinning brightly.

“That’s my big brother!” Luffy tells them, causing chaos among the crew so bad that even Sanji, Chopper, and Vivi came out from the galley.

While Luffy was busy being interrogated, you were still in disbelief that Ace stood right before you. He was real and alive and… here . You peer up at him, eyes starting to water.

“Still a crybaby?” Ace smiles, reaching to caress your cheek gently.

“Still an asshole?” You sniffle and your lips pout.

“Only for you.”

Eventually, the night overwhelmed the sky and dinner was served. You lingered near Ace for most of his stay, fearing that you’d never see him again. And then it happened. The two of you out on the deck, looking up at the stars. You were terrified he’d tell you this would be the last time you’d see him for a while if not forever.

“Y/N,” Ace took a deep breath.

“Hm?” Your eyes drift over to him, meeting his gaze.

“I want you to come with me,” he tells you quietly, shoulders tense.

Your eyes search his for a minute. “Come with you? Like…”

“Sail the world with me, pretty. Stay by my side.” Ace steps closer to you, his fingers brushing over your knuckles.

Your heart stops. “Why now?”

“Because I realized leaving you was the biggest mistake of my life.”

Ace leans in, his nose brushing against yours. For years, he held this regret deep in his soul. He’d been restless, hoping to find you once again. When word had spread about the Strawhat Pirates and Luffy gaining a hefty bounty, he’d needed to find you more than anything. He knew you’d be right alongside his kid brother.

He couldn’t just let you slip through his fingers again.

“Ace,” you breathe out, his breath tickling your lips.

“I’m here, Y/N. I can’t do this without you,” Ace’s hand moves to cup the back of your head, fingers tangled in your locks.

“I want to come with you…” You whisper, melting against him. “But what will Luffy say?”

“I don’t know. I’ll take you as a hostage if I have to,” he murmurs, attempting to make the situation lighter.

“I’ll do it. I’ll come with you, Ace.”

Hearing your words made his heart soar. Hell, he didn’t think he’d ever been happier than knowing you’d be right as his side.

Beneath your touch, Ace relaxes. He breathes out a sigh of relief, brushing his lips against yours. Ace pulls back slightly to look at you for a second, seeing your parted lips and glossy eyes. He sinks his mouth against yours desperately. You crumble, tears sliding down your cheeks. Just as your knees give out, he lifts you into his arms. Ace’s hands find their way to hold your thighs, keeping your legs wrapped around his waist.

You never expected your first kiss to be like this. Under the stars, listening to the ocean waves, clinging to the love of your life.

“It’s gonna be tough,” Ace tells you quietly after pulling away.

“I don’t care,” you watch him carefully, hoping he wouldn’t retract his offer.

And he didn’t. The next morning, you had a long talk with Luffy and your crew, but only Luffy could truly understand your hidden reason for leaving. You were nearly hollow the first time Ace left. What would the second do to you?

“Promise me something,” Luffy grabs your arm.

“Yeah?” Your brows furrow.

“Promise we won’t be enemies the next time we cross paths.” Luffy looks at you, his tone more serious than you’d ever heard him before.

“Oh, Lu…” You lock your pinky with his, smiling, “Never in a million years, Pirate King.”

Luffy returns the smile, a laugh escaping him, “See ya, Y/N/N.”

Nearly your entire crew fought off their tears with a final goodbye. And you? You let the tears roll freely, still smiling brightly. You’d never forget them and you’d never forget the life you were giving up.

Ace almost felt bad for whisking you away, but…he didn’t regret it. He would never regret finding the love of his life once more.

“You’ve always had a piece of my heart,” Ace tells you quietly once the Going Merry was no longer in your eyesight.

“You did too,” you smile at him, your chin resting on your palm.

“When I left…” Ace sighs, sitting across from you on the boat, “I thought Luffy needed you and Sabo to take care of him. Then, I heard about this strawhat pirate causing a ruckus all over the sea, I figured…”

You wait for him to continue, sensing he’d had some unresolved feelings from all those years ago, “You figured..?”

“I figured…he’d be okay with his crew. I needed you, Y/N. I wasn’t sure I could live with myself for leaving you behind. I wanted to be selfish.”

“You’re not selfish. I think Luffy knew that. He knew I needed…to feel whole again. To live. I didn’t feel that way without you. I couldn’t.”

Ace stays quiet for a while, thinking about your confession. He chews on his inner cheek, the cogs in his mind turning. He felt like half the man he was when you weren’t by his side. Now? His heart felt full just like it was back when you two were kids, playing pirates with his brothers.

“Let’s promise each other something.”

A soft laugh escapes from under your breath as you nod. Another promise.

“Promise we’ll be together forever. No matter what happens, we won’t leave each other’s side.”

Your smile falters, seeing the severity of the fear lingering in his eyes. Why was he so worried..? You wouldn’t dare leave his side. Ever .

“I promise,” you take out a dagger you kept hidden in your boots, slicing your palm.

Ace took the dagger, slicing his palm just to grab your hands to interlace the newly made blood pact. He pressed a kiss to your knuckles, squeezing your hand. In his mind, he vowed to never allow you to get hurt. Not while he was alive.

“Forever."

Content warning here: this ending is completely optional & is what I'd consider as "The Bad Ending." (Character death ahead.) Kind of like video games with multiple routes.

You promised forever, but…you couldn’t follow through. The memory hung in Ace’s mind, a war raging on around you. You were supposed to stay by his side forever…

But now? Your torso lay blown open, your blood soaking the pavement of the building. This was a mistake. You weren’t supposed to die. You weren’t supposed to take the blow meant for him.

“Y/N!” he choked out, grabbing your face that was far too pale. “Pretty, c’mon. You promised! You promised you’d stay with me! Please, Y/N, I can’t do this without you!”

You choke on the blood pouring from your mouth, attempting to take a breath, “You have to, Ace. Y-you have to keep going. For me. For us. ”

“No, no, no,” Ace clings to you, nauseous as he looks at the gaping wound in your torso, “Pretty, stay with me. Please.”

“I love you, Ace. I’ll love you forever,” you smile weakly, feeling awfully cold in his arms.

“I love you, Y/N. You promised. You can’t break a promise,” Ace peppered your face with kisses, attempting to keep you awake.

“Ace…”

Tears roll down your face, leaving streaks in the dirt that coated your face. It was just like when you were kids all over again, hurt and exhausted… He kissed your lips, tears falling from his own eyes. You were supposed to marry him. You were supposed to grow old together.

“I love you so much…”

Your breath escaped you, brushing his skin. With eyes glazed over, you were gone. It was impossible to fix the damage that was done, the smell of your flesh burning making him sick to his stomach. Why did you have to push him out of the way? Why did it have to be you?

You never imagined your last kiss to be like this, leaving blood stained on his face, leaving Ace all alone in the world once again.

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triggers/tags: smut, relationship, face fucking, stressed!Keegan (i'm not sure what else to put :'))

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You made the right decision. The best decision of your life. For the rest of the vacation, Keegan showered you with affection. Kisses, cuddles, even flowers. His arms were constantly wrapped around your waist, having you sit in his lap whether it be in public or at the renthouse. Every night, he ended up in your bed just to sleep in your arms. Every moment was savored.

The goodbyes were bittersweet even if everyone would eventually meet up because of work. Keegan kept his face buried in your neck until it was time to leave.

“I promise, I’ll come see you as soon as everything gets situated,” you whispered against his cheek.

Every passing second since the two of you parted ways was agony. Keegan was more than stressed. Training and keeping himself busy during work was an understatement. Though you two were deployed together, the relationship had to be kept under constant wraps. It meant keeping away from each other, acting like the usual pair you were.

Seeing you across from him during meetings, sneaking subtle glances only enhanced the desperation. 

One night, it all came crashing down. Keegan had been in the training room, wrapped fists slamming into a punching bag. Sweat drizzled down his face, further pissing him off. He let out a grunt with a final punch and wiped his face aggressively.

This is bullshit. He huffed as he pulled out his phone and your message thread. Rereading the sweet messages from you made him take a deep breath as he sent the message he’d been fighting off for the last month.

Meet me in the locker room. Now.

You jumped, the notification bell unexpected so late at night. Your eyes lit up as you dropped your phone back onto your bed and darted out silently. Gentle footsteps were the only thing that echoed in the dim halls as you made your way to the training gym.

Relief washed over you as the gym revealed itself to be empty. A soft echo of a running shower led you right to him. The closer you got, the clearer you could make out his grunts and groans. Mild adrenaline pumped through your veins as you moved to the showers.

“Fuck,” his voice was low and strained, his head leaned back against the tiles. “Fuck, Y/N-”

“Keegan?” Your voice slithered into his ears, making his eyes narrow in on you.

The way he stalked through the steam made goosebumps prick your skin, “Baby, I can’t take–”

The drop took him by surprise. He looked down at you, furrowing his brows in confusion. You brushed your lips against his tip before he could say another word. A weakened breath escaped him as you enveloped him in the warmth of your mouth. His jaw clenched as he grasped a handful of your hair, relentlessly fucking into your throat.

Your eyes twitched and burned with tears as he hit your gag reflex. Nails dug into his thighs as your eyes fought to look up at him. His head rolled from being tilted back to look at you, mouth open as he panted.

“Goddamn, don’t look–” Keegan sucked in a sharp inhale, “Don’t look at me like that, baby.”

What he saw was your hallucinating eyes, wet lashes, and pretty lips hungrily sucking him in.

Your choked noises were muffled by his cock cutting off your oxygen. His movements quickly grew sloppy as he finished in your throat, shuddering as he climaxed. You trembled and fell forward with a shaky gasp for oxygen. Panting and still craving more, you looked up at him with tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Keegan–”

“Up.” His command was firm with no room for denial.

His hands worked quickly, removing your entire outfit from your body. He threw the articles of clothing away from the showers. Keegan lifted your figure into his arm, pressing hot kisses to your throat with mumbled apologies.

“Baby, fuck, I’m so sorry,” he whispered desperately against you, hands massaging your thighs.

“Kee–” Your words were cut by a sharp yelp as the tiles shocked your skin with ice.

“I promise,” Keegan groaned, his tip brushing your folds as his hips bucked, “I promise I’ll give you mindblowin’ head soon, baby. I fuckin’ promise.”

Your back arched instinctively against him, crying out at the sudden intrusion. His cock felt different now that it was buried deep inside you versus your poor throat. The stretch was unlike anything you’ve ever toyed around with.

“S-slow! Keegan, wait–” You begged desperately as his thrusts were brutalizing your cunt.

“T-tryin’,” he growled against your shoulder, sinking his teeth into the soft muscle of your shoulder.

At least he was honest. Though, he couldn’t help himself. The way you took him in, the velvety feeling of your walls, threatening to milk him of everything he had. Hips bucked ruthlessly, his soaked skin slapping against yours just enough to sting. Keegan’s lips traveled all along your neck and shoulders, leaving whatever mark he could. The only reason he didn’t shove his tongue down your throat was because he needed to hear you.

“Mine,” Keegan grunted against your jaw.

That made your toes curl. His claim. Pure and sinful claims. When you moaned, he fisted another handful of hair, making you look at him. Sweat mixed with the steam’s condensation on his skin. His lips were swollen and parted as he heaved.

“You understand, baby? All fuckin’ mine,” Keegan observed your fucked-out expression as he made sure to puncture you deep and calculated.

“Y-yes, sir.” Your whimpers slipped out as you kept your heavy eyes on him.

“Sir?” His lips curled into a grin. “Attagirl.”

The way his voice caressed your senses drove you mad. It was breaking you down slowly. The combination of him observing exactly how to fuck you like a god and his voice never letting up with the noises. That was becoming your favorite thing. How insanely vocal he was.

“Want you,” Keegan hissed, coming close to his second climax of the night, “forever, baby.”

“Promise?” You gasped out, feeling the familiar knot in your lower stomach.

“Promise,” his hand moved to cup your face, leaning closer to you. “Fuckin’ swear on my life. I’m yours, baby.”

That did it. Your eyes rolled back as your mouth fell open. Keegan’s eyes widened as he heard the most angelic sound slip past your lips. You moaning his name. Your legs locked around him, stomach tightening as you climaxed around his cock that still chased after his next high.

Keegan shuddered, hips bucking against you. The sensitivity levels on your clit were higher than a video game. [ha, get it?] You cried desperately, begging him to cum.

“Don’t pull out,” your plea made his brain go fuzzy.

In that moment, you could’ve made him do anything you damn well pleased.

“D-dangerous fuckin’ game–” Keegan tried to argue but the control slipped. Oops?

His arms wrapped around your waist tightly, an animalistic sound escaping him as he finished inside of you. Deep inside of you. His movements stopped the moment he bottomed out. His body jerked, trembling as his cock kissed your cervix.

A euphoric exhaustion washed over him. It was a dizzying feeling. Keegan refused to release you from his grip–let alone pull out.

Silence lingered between the two of you for a few moments. Eventually, you picked up your head to look at him. Keegan’s head dropped against the wall behind him gently to look at you.

Your hands were gentle as you caressed his face, wiping away sweat from his face. It shocked him for a moment. The gentle touch. It was quite unlike you in the past. Lately, you were this softhearted girl when you used to be a dog that growled and snapped at anyone who grew much too close.

“What’s wrong?” Your voice was soft, revealing how much his brutal pace affected you.

“You’ve gone…soft.” Keegan mumbled.

“Tch,” you blushed as you looked away. “Your fault.”

“Good,” he smirked. “At least you like me.”

Keegan caught your wrists as you went to try and smack his shoulders. You fussed at him, telling him he needed a shower. Keegan continued teasing you until the end of your shower together. He really was the best choice.

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The sun beamed down on the pool, shimmering on the icy water that rippled around some of the Task Force 141 members. It had been years since they’d gotten a break and they rightfully received a week off. Every moment they got was being taken advantage of. Massages, barbeques, drinks, the beach.

Ghost was manning the grill, sunglasses and a beer in hand. Price, Valeria, and Farah sat near him under the umbrella, talking about how nice it was to finally relax. Alejandro was making Michelada and Palomas for everyone at the shaded bar.

König, Keegan, Soap, Gaz, and Y/N were in the pool. Floating on inflatables, leaning against the cement edge, plotting to flip anyone on inflatables right off. Especially Keegan P Russ and John ‘Soap’ MacTavish. Having a vacation really brought out their childlike wonder and abilities to prank everyone.

Y/N was on one of the inflatables, sunglasses on and eyes closed. The soft whispers between Keegan and Soap certainly piqued her interest. Anyone could easily tell you they were up to no good. Especially when the water rippled quickly and sounds of giggling could be heard. Y/N was about to sit up to see when–

“Motherfuc–” Y/N shrieked before being dumped under water, ankles being dragged by a pair of hands.

Loud laughter ensued as Y/N came up, slapping at Keegan’s shoulders, “Fucker! You’re so dead, Russ!”

“Catch me first, L/N!” Keegan pushed off the edge and quickly pulled himself out of the water, escaping her wrath for the moment. She removed her glasses to push her hair out of her face. For being such a hot day, the water was freezing.

“Lookin’ a lil’ red there, L/N,” Soap’s voice echoed a grin.

“Fuck off, MacTavish,” she hissed, lifting herself out of the water.

Just then, Alejandro came out with a large tray of drinks, grinning. His grin turned into his lips pursing into a whistle when he saw Y/N’s soaked figure and Keegan standing very far away from her with a devious grin.

“The hell happened here?” Alejandro set the drinks on one of the foldout tables.

“Johnny-boy and Russ thought they could get away with ruining my vacation,” Y/N huffed, walking over to grab a drink. A much needed drink.

Alejandro clicked his tongue, grabbing a Michelada, “Dead meat, eh?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Y/N clinked her glass with his before taking a sip.

“Food’s ready!” Ghost called out, rounding up the crew as he moved the final batch of burgers and grilled chicken to the table.

“Starvin’!” Soap hopped out of the pool, shaking his wet hair at Y/N who instinctively shoved him right back into the pool.

Keegan warily stepped around, avoiding her by several feet. He did not want to get thrown into the pool too. Soap pulled himself out once again, choking on water and shaking off like a dog. Y/N grinned and rolled her eyes, throwing a hand up.

“White flag, boys,” Y/N glanced over at Keegan, noticing the visible tension leaving his body.

“After y’got y’r revenge,” Soap rolled his eyes, amusement singing his voice.

Everyone gathered and made their plates, clinking the drinks in celebration for another safe gathering. The group drank until the stars lit up the sky and the automatic lights turned on under the patio and in the pool.

One by one, everyone grew tired and began to retire. Yet, Y/N was relaxing in the hot tub. Her eyes peeled open with a lazy smile as the water shifted against her.

“Shouldn’t you be running away from me, Keegan?” Her head rolled against the edge to look at him.

“No,” Keegan grinned, nudging her side gently. “I like you too much, kid.”

“Kid?” Y/N gasped softly.

“Yeah, kid,” he leaned against the hot tub’s rim, the water soothing his muscles.

“Okay, grandpa!” She grinned widely.

“Grandpa? Grandpa?!” Keegan sat up and scoffed. “You’re in for it now!”

Y/N squealed, trying to shove him away as he dragged her and dunked her carefully into the hot water. Keegan pulled her back up, holding the back of her neck.

“Learned your lesson?”

She loved looking at those pearly-whites he always seemed to flash at her.

“Nope, grandpa!”

Keegan dunked her in once more, holding her for a few seconds.

“How about now?”

Y/N spit a stream of water into his face.

“Am I?”

Her giggle was cut short as he dunked her again, wiping his face with one hand.

“Listen, kid, you’re making this harder for yourself!”

He covered her mouth just in case she decided to shower him again. Muffled laughter escaped her.

“F-fine! I surrender!”

Keegan wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his lap. Once she got a good look at him, she could see the alcohol was still hazy on his mind. Her smile faltered slightly.

“Still drunk, Russ?” Y/N tilted her head.

“Barely, baby,” he hummed softly.

“Baby, huh?” She shook her head, “Definitely drunk.”

“You can’t just accept my advances, can you?” He groaned.

“Nope,” her lips accentuated the ‘pop’ at the end. “Not when the only time you ‘advance’ is when you’re drunk.”

“Drunk man’s words, sober man’s thoughts, L/N,” he murmured, watching her closely.

The silence overtook them. A million thoughts per second ran through her mind as she stared at him. His only thought was how much he adored her. Every little detail on her face, the expressions she made. He could tell she was overthinking his words just by the way her brows furrowed and her lip twitched.

“Just one chance,” Keegan’s voice cracked. “That's all I’m asking for.”

“One.” Y/N huffed, wondering if she was making the right decision. “You get one chance.”

[aanxiousangel]

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 { 𝕶𝖊𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖓 𝕻 𝕽𝖚𝖘𝖘 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 }

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notes: i just wanted to write my favorite ghosty boy again <3 send requests with whatever you'd like in my inbox <3

triggers: implied pining for years(?)

tags: implied smut, fluff?, friends to lovers, fwb to lovers?, pretty boy keegan <3

word count: 777

“So gorgeous, princess. My gorgeous girl, huh?”

His breath escaped him as his eyes trailed over your exposed body. Completely enamored as he took you in. In his mind, you were like a glass of water at three in the morning. You were the first cool breeze of Autumn. The cool sensation of the ocean under the Summer sun.

“How did I get this lucky, hm?”

Keegan’s voice caressed your senses. Chills slid across your entire body as you laid your head on the fluffy pillows. Your lips twitched with a soft smile, eyes heavy with comforting lust. It was too bad this was just a friends-with-benefits thing. It could’ve been so much more. Something beautiful.

Though, tonight was different. So much different. He was taking his time with you, not one inch of you left untouched. His fingers threaded through your hair carefully, admiring the way you leaned into his touch. Moving to carefully trace the outline of your face, he watched the way your eyes fluttered at the motion.

Not to mention how deliciously soft his lips were on yours. It wasn’t an aggressive, hungry kiss. It was slow and desperate as if he needed your kiss as replacement for his oxygen. Calculated, his tongue slipped past your lips as you gasped for a quick breath. Why’d you have to taste so heavenly?

The moment his tongue grazed yours elicited a soft moan from your throat. Keegan’s lips curled into a grin against yours. A low chuckle escaped him as he continued to kiss you and caress your cheeks. Gods, did he love pinching your cheeks, teasing you for how you looked when you were pouting. It makes you look like a bunny, princess, he would say.

“My beautiful girl…” Keegan breathlessly pulled away, saliva connecting your lips together.

You nodded carefully, panting softly as you kept your eyes on him. He’s never used possessive terms with you before. What was different? Why now after years of shoving your feelings under the rug?

“Keegan,” you breathed out.

“Mhm, princess?” Keegan’s breath tickled your jaw as he littered kisses along the soft skin.

“You’re different.”

His kisses halted as your words registered in his mind. Different? His mind started to race as he lifted his head. You thought he was different? What did he do? Different bad?

“How?” His voice cracked slightly as he whispered.

“You’re normally rough, fiery… Let alone calling me your girl.” Carefully, you cup his face and bring him closer, “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Keegan.”

“You don’t want to be my girl, Y/N?” His voice sent chills running all over your skin again.

“I’ve wanted that for years,” your voice was as delicate as a dandelion, throat choking up with an unreleased sob that would rack your entire being.

Keegan pressed a soft kiss to your lips, brows furrowed as he focused on pouring every emotion into it. His breath ghosted across your lips as he poured his heart out under the golden glow of the sun.

“I’ve craved every ounce of you since the moment I met you. The moment you set foot into the military base. Fuck, seeing you outside of work,” Keegan’s words were trickling between his gentle kisses. “I could never get enough of you.”

You didn’t even get a chance to say anything before he continued.

“My beautiful girl,” Keegan praised sweetly. “My favorite vice. I was willing to risk it all for you. Took any chance I could to work alongside you. Your intelligence turned me on. Couldn’t take my eyes off of you, princess. Couldn’t stop listening to you talk. Wasn’t fair to me, princess.”

His teeth gently tugged your earlobe.

“I had to make sure you noticed me. That you were impressed. I couldn’t wait until you noticed me, princess. Until I was completely sure you were mine.”

Here come the waterworks. You sniffled as you listened to his confession.

“Years, Keegan,” you whined, “you made me wait years! It’s not fair.”

You didn’t even blink before you were in his lap perfectly. One arm wrapped securely around your waist as the other wrapped around your back. Keegan watched your surprised expression as he looked at you.

“You were worth any wait. I’ll make up every last second,” Keegan kissed away your tears gently. “I couldn’t risk messing this up, Y/N. I promise it wasn’t meant to hurt you.”

“You’re stuck with me now, Keegan Russ,” you let out a choked laugh, wiping away your tears with your palms.

“I’ll superglue you to my side.” He teased, running a hand through your hair. “Now, let me please my girl, yeah?”

[aanxiousangel]

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*expresses a reason i’m upset* oh god im being manipulative aren’t I

[thedgeofsleep]

@ anyone who gets hate.

[dialouge-prompts]

“Please, you’ve got to trust me-“

“No. I don’t have to trust you. You’re the one being blamed. I’m the one who’s got the upper hand right now. So make me.”

[dialouge-prompts]

“What if being me, just isn’t enough?”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing, forget I said anything.”

[dateaboysuggestions]

Date a boy who doesn’t mind your tummy