I know it’s another Ace-centric thing, but you mentioned how you wanted to write about Marineford and Ace being saved by isekai reader from his perspective. And I would absolutely love to read it if you do want to write it
I'll Live for You (Yandere Ace x Isekai Reader)
For reference, some things might not line up with actual Marineford, and I'm sorry about that. Hopefully it doesn’t ruin your enjoyment. I haven’t watched Marineford recently except for in One Piece Fan Letter (does that even count) so i probably forgot some stuff.
Two Ace fics back to back that's crazy, I hope you enjoy.
AU Masterlist
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Ace doesn’t believe in a god. He doesn’t believe there’s anything that good out there looking out for him. He doesn’t believe that someone would care enough to try and keep him safe. If there is a god, it sure doesn’t care about him, and it never has.
Ace’s hands are kept locked behind his back, his knees hurt from how long he’s been forced into this wretched position, propped up for everyone to see like a fool in a play. His mouth is uncomfortably dry and his body feels weak in a way he hasn’t felt in years. Ace doesn’t believe in god, but maybe this is some devine punishment. The son of Gol D. Rodger must be punished for his sin of existence. It’s cruel isn’t it, from the moment he let out his first cries, Ace has been punished by the world, and maybe he deserves it. Ace has spent the better half of his life trying to find the meaning behind his existence, understand why he was put on this Earth if simply to suffer. And now, as he watches his friends, his family, his brother fight for his life, he can’t bring himself to understand if he’s truly worth it all.
Ace doesn’t believe in a god, but he believes this is his punishment. It’s not his birth, it’s not his childhood, it’s not even his unavoidable death, it’s watching the ones he loves the most throw away their lives in hopes of saving him.
It kills him, listening to their screams, their cries, but the sound of their determination kills him the most. It rips into his chest and carves into his heart, destroying him in the most real sense possible. He doesn’t want this, he doesn’t want people to fight for him, he doesn’t want to be saved.
He wants them to live.
Live in spite of him.
Ace forces himself to lower his head, pushing his forehead flush into the boards of the stand as he hears his baby brother's cries. Luffy shouldn’t be here, he doesn’t want him to be here, but he’s locked, unmoving as he’s forced to accept the fact that his brother is putting his life on the line for him. Ace doesn’t know what to do except push his head impossibly deeper into the boards, pain radiating throughout his head as he grits his teeth and cries. The pain of the wood digging into his head fills itself into every other part of his body, but he doesn’t seem to care, or he lacks the ability to anymore.
The old man left to keep his brother at bay a while ago, but it felt like hours, alone up on the podium. In that time, Ace has found himself thinking of the things he wishes he did. He wishes he spoke to Dadan more, wishes he told Luffy he loves him more, wishes he got to experience more of you. Before all this, Ace thought it was strange to think about his brother's crewmate so much, but he doesn’t seem to care anymore. He wishes to feel the warmth of your hands in his again, like back in Alabasta. You held his hand for mere seconds, but it felt magical, following you like a lost puppy as he was dragged around the ship. He wished to know more about you, what are your dreams, your aspirations, your desires. Maybe he’s just cocky, but he’d find a way to give them all to you and more, as long as it was never leaving him.
When he first heard of your predicament, being stuck here from another world, he didn’t believe you, but your curiosity and naivety to everything around you spoke volumes to your situation. You confided in him about it one night, talking about how you missed your family. At that moment, Ace felt like he understood you the most, quiet and revealing. He was flushed right next to you, not that you seemed to care much, the only lighting being that of the moon and the stars, lighting your eyes in a way that he could only call ethereal. You talked, and talked, and talked, and for once, Ace was quiet, listening to every word like a gospel. You seemed to care about the people in your life very much, wondering how they were doing and if they even missed you.
At those words, Ace took your hands, moving close to your face, staring into your eyes. His gaze was intense, causing you to move back slightly from him, still connected by your hands in his.
“Don’t say that, of course they do!” He huffed “They’re your family.” It was the alcohol in him, but Ace felt unreasonably confident in everything he was saying. You mean a lot to his brother and his crew, you’re starting to mean a lot to him, you mean a lot to many people. So he never wants to hear that again.
“I-I just mean, you mean–a lot of people care about you, you shouldn’t talk like that.” He explains, slightly embarrassed, glad that it was too dark to see the blush on his cheeks.
“Do you care about me, Ace?” He didn’t know if that was a genuine question, or flirting, but regardless, he said yes in an instant. You meant more to him then you could possibly know.
“A lot of people care about you too Ace.” You say, staring into the starry sky. “So we should both live for them, right?”
Ace didn’t answer, he couldn’t bring himself to, but he desperately wanted you to live. Even in these moments, he was comforted by the thought of you exploring the world, living with his brother, creating a better world for other. Ace wanted you to be happy, he needed you to be.
He needed you to live in spite of him.
Ace doesn’t believe in god. If god existed, it would let him live alongside you. Your paths wouldn’t be so diverged, you could exist together. Both of you could live for the people you cared about, you could live for eachother.
Ace doesn’t believe in God.
But he does believe in you.
“Ace! Don’t worry, I'm here to save you!”
Ace shoots his head up, why are you here? His eyes, filled with tears, take in the sight of you. You’re in a Marine uniform, hair tucked up into the hat, dirt covering your face and body, why are you here? He feels your hands, cold and shaking from the ice covering the battlefield, why are you here? His hands are unchained, freeing him from his binds, causing him to fall forward as he sobs, why are you here?
As he looks up at you once again as you look at his body quickly before taking his hands, he sees blood near your stomach, too much not to be from someone else. He slumps over, frowns digging into his cheeks as you sobs at the sight of you.
“Why are you here!”
You visibly recoil at the sound of his horse scream, looking to make sure no one heard before shushing him with a finger.
“Shhh–they’re going to realize what’s going on soon if you’re too loud–”
“Why are you here!” He yells again, almost like a child throwing a tantrum.
You look confused, wondering what he means, before sighing, taking his face into his hands. “I care for you Ace–you promised me that you’d live!” You yell much quieter than him, feeling his tears on your fingers as he coughs up sobs. He itches to wrap his hands around you, hug you, feel your warmth, but instead you take his hands, ripping him from his position and leaping with him off the platform.
For a moment, while in the air, Ace comes to terms with the fact that if god did exist, it’s within that heart of yours. It’s you he wishes to worship, it’s you he wishes to live for, it’s you who he believes in.
Ace realizes while in the thick of battle with his remnant of strength that he can’t sense you with his Haki. You’re right in front of him, but to his Haki, you’re nonexistent. That must be how you’ve snuck around for so long amongst the fighting and war. He wonders though how you managed to get hurt. Did you slip and fall on the ice, coming face to face with a pirate? Was it one of his brothers, did they recognize you from his stories, or did they pierce you through the stomach indiscriminately like any pirate would to a Marine? Did they revel in your screams, or did they realize their mistake and regret it later? Did they twist their sword as you cried out for help, or did you remain silent in hopes of maintaining your cover?
Did you hide your pain in hopes of a better chance to save him? Did you think of him as you cupped the wound on your stomach? Did you curse him for putting you in this situation?
He knew you wouldn’t, but he wished you would.
Ace didn’t know how you both found yourselves here, slumped over behind a wall, away from the fighting. It was a miracle only you could provide that no one noticed the two of you, but that wasn’t his concern.
To his side, there was you, cupping your stomach in pain. The blood had spread taking over most of the white Marine issued shirt. Your hands, once warm and comforting, were covered in blood, shaking due to what had to be the cold and fear. Your breathing was shallow, quiet, and your eyes were distant–
“H–hey, stay with me, please–” Ace moves closer to you, taking your face in his hands. He looks at you intensely, patting you on the cheek in an attempt to focus or eyes. It didn’t work though, your head lulling almost like liquid as he moved you easily. You were losing too much blood, some was leaking from your nose and mouth. “Please–I don’t–please stay–” Ace stuttered, cries leaving him.
In what seemed like cosmic irony, you shushed him, almost like he wasn’t breaking down in front of you. “They’ll hear you…go…to the ship” You said in broken words, interrupted by spirits of blood. Ace shook his head, waves of “no” leaving his mouth.
“No, no, no, no.” Ace shook his head, he refused to let you die, and he refused to leave you alone. He moved closer to you, sitting right in front of you, straddling your waist. In another world, Ace would burn up, laughing off the intimate scene as he attempted to woo you. In this world, where the world is cold and the only sounds he can focus on are the screams of pirates and Marines and the huffs of your breaths, Ace feels something inside him burn, deep within him. Something within him screamed as he moved up your shirt slightly, just enough to see the dark red wound. His body nearly recoiled at the sight, thick and deep, bruises littering the skin around it. It made him sick with rage, igniting inside him at the thought of you dying, only to be quelled by the sight of your tears, you knew what he was going to do.
In a second, his hand heats up, placing the entirety of his palm on the wound as the flames travel along your skin. You cry, scream for him to stop, squirm and take hold of his arm as he mumbles out apologies. He moves closer to, his forehead resting against yours, sweat, blood, and dirt mixing. “I’m sorry, it’s almost over–i’m sorry, please–” Ace keeps talking, he can’t listen to your pain, but he can’t let you die.
He can’t let you die. So he’d sit here, burn your wound, and let you hate him for these few moments, even if it kills him. He screws his eyes shut, pushing his hand deeper, biting his tongue, drowning out his own sobs.
A few more seconds later, and it’s over, the flames die down, and you're left sniffling. Ace doesn’t move, slowly opening his eyes to look at you. He doesn’t want to look at your wound, so he feels it with the palm of his hand, hoping that it’s mostly burnt over. He’ll take you Marco, get you fixed, you’ll be better, you live.
You’ll live for him.
Ace eventually moves to sit flushed right next to you. Your cries and panting have died down, and you’ve moved your hand from his arm down to his hand, holding it tight. He can feel the crescent moon shaped scars on his forearm stinging, but he can’t bring himself to care.
“Why did you come?” Ace whispers, not expecting you to answer.
“You mean a lot to Luffy.” You whisper, blood drying around your mouth, “you mean a lot to me–i couldn’t just let you die.”
“So you thought killing yourself was better.” He didn’t mean for it to sound mean, in fact it was the opposite. Though that didn’t mean he understood your thought process.
“Would you do the same for me?”
“Yes” He said in an instant, looking over at you, only to find yourself smiling at him. Tears were in your eyes, blood was staining your teeth, but you still smiled.
“So we should both live, right?”
Ace, frowned as tears flooded his eyes, but before he could do anything, you passed out into his arms.
He felt you slump into him as his breath quicked, gripping you tightly. He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t want this. From a distance, he could hear the yells of pirates, of Marines, of his brother. They’ve probably noticed his absence, but he didn’t seem to care, too focused on your unmoving body. All he could do is sob into you as he looked around, begging for something. Where’s Marco, he needed him, he didn’t know what he was doing, but he didn’t want this.
Ace sat there, unmoving, scared, wanting to rip out his heart and give it to you if it meant you’d live. But he’s stuck, and it terrifies him.
You’re going to die, and it’s his fault.
Ace feels someone looking at him from above, holding you closer to him, he looks up at the person through tear filled eyes. The man, dark and ominous, Trafalgar Law. Ace knew of him, but he didn’t know what he wanted. His gaze looked almost ambivalent, focused on you as he spoke.
“I’m a doctor, give them to me.” Is all he says, and Ace doesn’t know to trust him, but as he looks at you, feels your shallow breaths, and thinks about the severity of your wounds, he doesn’t have a choice.
Ace maneuvers you to face the man, brows furrowing as he addresses the man with a snarl “save them–please.”
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Ace is awoken to the sound of crying.
His eyes open up slowly, the first thing he does is look for you, making him realize that he doesn’t know where he is. It’s quiet, and cold, but the medical bed he is in feels like the most comfortable thing in the world. The sound of crying only becomes more recognizable as Ace wakes up more, rubbing his eyes as he yawns. The cries were loud, filled with emotion, and raw.
They were Luffy’s.
Ace wakes up immediately at the realization, looking around, only to see both him and you on the other side of the room.
“You idiot! Get off them.” He watches as Law tries to push Luffy off of you, but to no avail. Luffy’s legs are wrapped around your torso, his arms around your neck, and his head in your shoulder. Despite that, he can hear his brother clearly.
“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left you, thank you so much–” His brother sniffs, much to the disgust of Law. “Please don’t die, please don’t die, please don’t–”
“You idiot!” Law hits Luffy on the head, still trying to push him away from you. “They’re going to die if you don’t get away from them.” Luffy still doesn’t move, in fact he gets closer to you, making Ace laugh.
Ace doesn’t mind that none of you have realized that he’s awake yet, he’s just happy to see you and his brother, happy and alive. When Ace was forced onto the podium, he never thought he’d live another day, but because of you, he’s here. He’ll see his brothers another day, he’ll see Luffy another day, he’ll see you another day.
“Ace! You’re awake!” At the words, Luffy gasps, moving his attention onto Ace. Finally, you’re free, though Ace can’t focus on you as he feels Luffy hold him so close. For once, everything felt good, felt perfect even. He pat Luffy on the head, feeling him laugh against his chest, and he looks over at you.
He watches as Law moves your shirt up slowly, his movements methodical and soft. Your torso is bandaged, blood still seeping through. Law moves his tattooed fingers across the bandages, assuring that you’re okay after Luffy jumped onto you. You say something quietly that Law smiles at, and Ace feels his chest tightened at the sight.
Ace watches as Law moves your shirt back down, smoothing it slowly as his hand stays near your waist. It doesn’t need to stay there, he can move it back to his own dumb body, but his fingers hold onto you, and Ace wishes to rip them off of his body. But you seem comfortable, blissfully unaware of the man so close to you, his hand on your waist, his eyes locked onto yours.
And for some reason, that hurts the most.
But for now, Ace doesn’t find himself caring, because you're here, he’s here, and that’s all that matters.
Ace takes a breath.
He’ll live
He’ll live for you
And you will be his, he’d rather die than have it any other way.
content ⸝⸝ (separate) clingy ! zoro roronoa + monkey d. luffy + portgas d. ace x fem ! reader , fluff , ≈ 500 words per drabble
಄ zoro roronoa (takes place during egghead)
─── zoro can’t sleep without you.
as strange as it sounds, he can’t drift off until you’re in his arms, pressed against his chest. this even applies to his daily naps, no matter how short they might be. he yawned, stretching his arms behind his head before leaning back against the ship’s dock. the two of you were supposed to be guarding it—alongside brook—while the rest of the crew was with the vegapunks.
“[first name],” he called out just as brook had poured you a glass of tea.
you turned immediately at the sound of your name. “yes, zoro—?” you responded, already recognizing his usual sleeping posture. “i’ll be there in a second. just let me finish this tea… ooh! hot, hot.” you blew on the steam before taking another sip.
he grunted and sat up. “drink quickly, or i won’t be able to sleep.”
you rolled your eyes playfully. “yes, you will. you can’t sleep without me anyway.”
he frowned, knowing you were right. clicking his tongue, he walked over to where you were sitting at the table near the edge of the ship. he sat on the floor beside your chair and leaned against it—somehow managing not to tip it over.
“you’re going to fall asleep like that?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
“you’re taking too long,” he explained, crossing his arms and shutting his eyes. “i had to improvise.”
you took another sip and started stroking his hair with your fingers. “alright then. when i finish this, i’ll come lay beside you.” you assumed zoro had drifted off shortly after, lulled by your gentle touch and soft movements. surely, with your fingers running through his hair, he should be asleep in no time.
well, you thought.
you finished the glass brook had poured for you and left it on the table for him or sanji to clean later. you settled beside zoro, making yourself comfortable, only to see his eye open. you flinched. “you’re still awake?!”
he uncrossed his arms and laid back on the deck. “i’ve been this whole time. my arms are empty.”
you sighed and scooted closer until you were lying on top of him, your head resting on his chest as his arms wrapped around your waist. “okay, okay,” you whispered. “go to sleep now.”
and just like that, roronoa zoro fell asleep without any trouble.
“yohohoho—oh.” brook paused mid-step, taking a few steps back as he realized what was happening. “what if i join in on the cuddling? wouldn’t that be a great surprise yohoho—!”
still asleep, zoro suddenly tossed a sword in brook’s direction. it landed with a thud, piercing straight through the ship’s wall.
“HOW DID HE DO THAT?!”
಄ monkey d. luffy
─── everyone but luffy can see the way he treats you differently from everyone else. no matter how many times his own crew called him out for his behavior toward you, he would brush it off and insist he did the same with everybody else—even though that wasn’t entirely true. wherever you went, luffy was always down to tag along, just to make sure you had a companion—even if it wasn’t strictly necessary.
he knew you were as strong as the rest of the straw hats. but for some reason, he never wanted to leave your side. during battles, he would suggest you—mostly just you—to come with him. and when you swallowed nervously, knowing you were about to face the toughest enemies on the seas, he would reassure you, promising he would keep you safe, no matter what.
and he was right. always.
when night fell, he had walk down the ship until he reached your room.
knock! knock!
by now, it was practically a daily routine. he would show up and ask if he could spend the night with you because he had had a ‘bad dream.’ (you still weren’t sure if that was true or not.) if you refused, he would latch onto you until you gave in. there was no point in rejecting your captain’s nightly request.
you opened the door, and he sprang forward, hugging you tightly. you stumbled backward. “what kind of nightmare did you have this time?” you asked, trying to peel him off, but it was useless.
he giggled, looking you in the eye. “none! i just want to be here.”
the door was still open—anyone could walk by and see what the captain and his crewmate were up to. but everyone knew luffy slept in your room by now. it wasn’t a secret.
“okay…?” you raised a brow. “go sleep on the couch—”
“can i sleep on your bed this time?”
“…you want me to take the couch instead?”
“we can both lay on the bed together!” his big grin was impossible to resist.
you didn’t enjoy seeing luffy frown, so you sighed and led him over to your bed. “...alright.”
you didn’t realize your bed wasn’t really big enough for two people. you had your back turned to luffy, facing the opposite direction. you exhaled, trying to sleep—until you felt a rubbery hand grab your shoulder. you shifted, turning to face your captain. his face appeared right in front of yours, your noses almost touching. you nearly fell off the bed, but his hand kept you from doing so.
“yes, luffy?” you swallowed, feeling heat crawl up your neck.
“i have a feeling you’re going to fall,” he said. “want me to hold you so you don’t?” he blinked innocently, silently hoping you would say yes.
you sweat-dropped at him. “i mean… sure.”
his arm wrapped around you in an instant. “good night, [first name]!”
“night.”
and with the door still open, sanji, chopper, and robin walked by, heading to grab a glass of water. when they passed your room, they paused.
sanji’s mouth dropped. “WHAT?!”
chopper loudly shushed him. “shhh! you’ll wake them up!”
robin smiled warmly. she didn’t say anything. but she did think one thing.
“so cute.”
಄ portgas d. ace
─── you never quite knew if portgas d. ace’s clinginess was something you adored or simply tolerated in your relationship. there was no denying you loved his affection—you craved it—but there were moments when it tipped into something harder to manage. the crew on whitebeard’s ship knew to disappear the second the two of you were in the same space, keen to avoid ‘interrupting something.’ however… whitebeard himself remained unaware of the unspoken rule.
“ace… would you let go? i’m trying to fix this tear in the top.” you pleaded, prying at his arms wrapped around you. his bare chest pressed against your back, his chin nestled in the crook of your neck, and frustration flickered under your skin. “i can’t even move my arms..!” you huffed, finally voicing the issue.
only then did he loosen his hold, though his head stayed tucked close. “thank you.” you breathed out, picking up the sewing materials again to mend the large hole in the shirt you wore. but your relief lasted all of a minute before his arms were wrapped around you once more.
“ace—!”
“it’s not enough.” he murmured, his voice muffled against your shoulder.
you turned your head to face him. “what’s not enough?”
“i need to be in your skin.” he admitted, pulling you even closer.
you sighed, no longer bothering to resist. “is this not close enough for you?”
“nope.” the word vibrated against your skin as he shook his head. dropping the sewing materials again, you surrendered to his hold—like you always did. it was just one of the many times ace had derailed your plans, prioritizing his need for your attention above everything else.
“did you already wash up?” he asked, inhaling deeply at your neck. “you always smell good.”
“no, i was going to take a bath after fixing this.” you said, gesturing to the shirt on the floor. he didn’t so much as glance at it—nor did he care that he was the reason for your delay.
“fix it later, or have pops do it himself.” he yawned. “why don’t we bathe together?”
“i don’t trust pops with my equipment—seriously?” you blinked, realizing what he had suggested. “i swear, you’re getting clingier every day.”
“how could i not?” he grinned, lifting his head just enough to meet your gaze. “everyone should know you’re mine.”
“i think they already do.” you muttered under your breath. with a reluctant sigh, you finally untangled yourself from his grip. “fine. get the bath ready.”
“i wanna get it ready with you—”
“you’re so needy!”
authors note. first post after 100 yearssss i hope you guys enjoyed :))) FIRST ACE WORK I'VE DONE LESSGOOOO pls request so my master-list isn't filled with old and poorly written pieces...😞
My one more reasons to not like Nolan's Odessey is if it was made on Mahabharat or Ramayan, with the same disrespect and such horribly inaccurate casting and total ignorance of the country of the Epic' origin and it's people. I'd genuinely crash out and end up beating the director for even thinking about making a movie.
With all that said to make fun of it, I'm going to give my opinion on which non Indian actor should (NOT) play Mahabharat characters and I want y'all to join me with your opinions.
Timothee Chalamet as Yudhishthir (saw this on a insta comment and yeah perfect casting)
Hudson Williams as Bhishma
Tom Holland as Abhimanyu (...yeah...)
Rachel Zegler as Gandhari
Michael B Jordan as Nakul and Sahadev
Tobey Alexander Smith as Duryodhan
Benedict Cumberbatch as Karna
Blake Lively as Draupadi
Tobey Maguire as Arjun
Uhhhh continue more ig... Or I'll add more in future
we have spent 95% of human history living cooperatively and in egalitarian societies but yet still the most intellectually barren man you’ve ever fucking met with absolutely no knowledge of human evolution will insist to you that patriarchy is the natural order and just “human nature”
A Gold Scythian Neckpiece
4th century BC
In the Museum of Historical Treasures of Ukraine in Kyiv
The Golden Pectoral from Tovsta Mohyla is a gold Scythian collar or pectoral discovered in a burial kurgan at a site called Tovsta Mohyla in modern Dnipropetrovsk Oblast, Ukraine, in 1971 by the Ukrainian archaeologist Borys Mozolevskyi.
hey so filming people without their consent is weird. you know that right? filming people you don't know and they aren't aware of what you're doing is creepy. posting strangers online is fucking weird. we're too comfortable with doing it now for shits and giggles, chasing some sort of viral hit instead of reckoning with the fact that you posted someone who did not consent to their body and face being publically used.
we're being pushed these Meta Glasses as if mass surveillance of strangers is fun and normal! it's weird!!! there are already reports that people are using these to film women without them knowing and sharing it to communities who get off on this shit. who else knows who people are filming. these glasses with cameras are not obvious and that is dangerous.
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