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I don’t know the original artist’s page to credit them/reblog. Stumbled upon this cuteness on Pinterest.
But how I cannot express the way I think Doffy would be so soft for his mom in any AU they could interact again. He’s still a total momma’s boy. Demon hellspawn or not. 💗🥺
Edit - Artist is here:
YES!YES!YES!YES!YES!
back on my acesan agenda
💭 sleepy lil' boys 💭
Henriëtte Ronner-Knip - The Trio (1896)
Quite the little B~
devil horn glasses and all, smug bitch
I wanna be hugged
&
squished in those tender bits
🍬sweet precious moments🍬
MDNI: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Ever thought of putting Ace and skincare together? I personally think it's a recipe for a cute fluffy scenario. So, here 'ya go—
Portgas D. Ace x GN!Reader
CW: Suggestive Content (sitting on the lap and abuse of the word kiss) and he gets a bit overwhelmed but it ends in fluff i swear.
Word Count: 500+
Usually just stares at you when you do your skinccare routine in your shared quarters every night. He'd tinker with his dagger while casting you occasional glances.
It fascinated him in a sense. You going out of your way every night without fail to dedicate to your skincare. Your hands rubbing products on your face with a touch of gentleness.
He liked it when you'd ask him if he wanted a kiss before you did your skincare because you wouldn't do it afterwards. Oh, he'd make sure to make the most out of it. That's for sure.
Finally, on a whim, he approaches you. Leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. A curious look on his face as he asks if you could do his skincare for him.
He did not regret that decision when he saw the look in your eyes. Gods, he knew he'd never get tired of you looking so happy. Smiling so sweetly at him as your eyes shone brightly.
You get everything ready. Seeing if he has the same skin type as you, gathering up the supplies, and making sure you were gentle. He'd watch you move around with a smile on his lips— just appreciating your excitement in his interest.
Has he ever mentioned how much he loved it when you were gentle with him? How you'd soothe circles on his cheeks and face when washing it with a cleanser. He was already melting at your touch. But when you kissed him on the lips— he was putty in your hands.
Ofc, he makes you do the rest while you sit on his lap. His arms loosely wrapped around you waist while you busy yourself with rubbing products in his face.
You're explaining something to him. He knows he should listen. But he's too busy staring at you as if you hung the stars themselves. Asking himself what did he ever do to even deserve you. He'd make sure to do anything in his power to keep you in his life.
If he's feeling a little emotional, tears would sting his eyes. He'd hold you a bit closer to him. As if scared, you'd suddenly disappear if he loosened his hold.
It'd catch you off-guard. But you cradle his face in your hands so tenderly, and he'd lean into them immediately. Your lips brushed away the stray tears.
You're mumbling sweet nothings against his skin. It makes his heart swell with so much love and affection for you. He'll capture your lips with his in a languid kiss.
Both of you are now slowly becoming competitive. Showering each other with kisses and bantering who loves who more. It's tooth-rottingly sweet.
It doesn't take long before both of you are laughing and giggling again. You place one last kiss on his lips before you continue with your routine on him.
He'd just enjoy the feel of you in his arms. Hands on your hips with thumbs circling soothingly. Was the previous kiss the last one? No. He'd keep kissing you to show you how much he appreciates you every now and then.
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Just wanted to mention @captainportgasdace
since you seemed to rlly look forward to this (if you dont mind). Hope you like it!
Also, if you liked this and wanna read more, here's my masterlist!
FEELING
Delicate & Biblical
i put them in wings and fell in love
THE COMMENTS, please read for a pick me up. It's 2 much 🤣
Top ten worst anime tiddies
just off the top of my head
the reason why I sometimes choose to be a guest cause after some time, I can go back a leave even more kudos cause they deserve it
the :) AO3 gives you after telling you you’ve already left kudos on a particular fic is my archenemy because what do you mean :) ? what do you mean I’ve already left kudos here? have you read my favorite author’s work? look me in the eyes and tell me one kudos is enough. I’d give them a thousand kudos and my kidney plus my firstborn. what do you mean I can only give them one kudos??????
How this couple activated me still boggles the mind?!? 😶🌫️🤯😏
Like them
He still burns in my heart 🔥x🔥
I love my boyfriend
Ehhh,pretty much 😭
Rereading Marineford kind of takes the emotional impact out of it for me for the dumbest reason. Like that lower panel in the second page shows Akainu is legit surprised that Ace took such low-effort bait and just went "I know some of my loved ones have died so I can escape but this man talked shit about my dad"
Like I'm imagining Akainu having an after-work drink during the timeskip and he's just chuckling about it with some of his colleagues. "So then, get this, the fucker actually turned around, KNOWING he couldn't defeat me, all because of some shit-talking and banter. I still can't believe it, fisting that kid's chest was the easiest promotion I've ever gotten"
YES!YES!YES!YES!YES!
AS Brothers RABBITS!!
They'll rescue you, Luffy!
I watched a video of Ace and Sabo playing a rabbit game
I don't know what they were saying, but all I know is that it was hilarious!!
AS(L) BIG BROTHERS
when you gotta to one up someone, no matter what 😏
(asl+uta) she's addicted to setting him up for failure
Basically, what happens when I wanna be helpful or cool 🫠😬🥲
Sabo should be half blind canonically. And i need a gag with zoro’s poor depth perception, too.
Also, i think about how tall sabo is, in comparison to the straw hat pirates, often.
LEZ Acti(💛x💛)vated
pajamas !
When you want to be cute and violent, don't choose - be both
Gyaru landsknecht loves collecting "cute" stuff
by centurii-chan@CenturiiC
Henry VIII’s Horned Helmet, c.1511-1514
𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑!𝐀𝐂𝐄…
pairing. portgas d. ace x f!reader
warnings/tags. explicit content, alcohol consumption, substance consumption, mentions of past cocaine consumption, sex under the influence, mentions of groupies, dubious snap of reader’s facial, ace has tattoos and a tongue piercing, and reader has nipple and belly piercings.
kazu’s note. i’ve been on guitartok for months now. sorry but i’m definitely projecting here 👁️🗨️
𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑!𝐀𝐂𝐄…
who’s been trying for months to get you to come to at least one of his gigs. he sees you around quite often since you’re good friends with his younger brother, and figures it’s a good enough excuse to get you to see him in his element. but whenever he tries to corner you in the kitchen and shoot you an invitation, you always turn him down with a gentle shove as you make your way around him, claiming rock music simply isn’t your style.
who’s determined to make rock music your style. on days where he isn’t seen performing in front of crowds, he’s back home with his brothers, where he knows you’ll eventually be. with his electric guitar set in place and firm in his grasp, his fingers drum at the strings as the chords flow into a riffing melody. he works and practices really hard into his music, so the thin layer of sweat coating his inked chiseled body is nothing unexpected. though, what does seem to catch him a little off guard is seeing your figure leaning back against his bedroom door, closing the wooden piece behind you, arms crossed over your chest with your cup of coffee resting at your lips. your eyes tell a tale; you’re interested, and he’s all in for it.
who after a series of brutal and long months, finally manages to get you to see him perform. he’s more pumped than usually, his band mates notice, as he pregames with lots of tequila shots. he ignores the looks he gets from his stylist, focusing on the way he’s going to need his wavy hair tied back into a bun if he’s going to end this night with what he’s wanted with you for the longest. he can only smirk, the bitter taste of booze lingering on his tastebuds, setting his body ablaze in major contrast to the cool feel of the ball of steel pierced through his tongue.
who gives it his all the second he shows up on that stage. the adrenaline running mixed with the shots he took earlier has him feeling on edge, calloused fingers expertly drumming at chords as he sings through the mic, his voice roaring into the stadium. through the immense crowd, he spots you in the middle of his younger brother and friends. dressed in a skimpy black outfit, a smirk is pulled onto your lips as you bob your head to the rhythm. it’s a tune you’ve heard him practice before, so surely it stuck to you, but seeing you in person right before him made his blood run a mile a second, and god he wanted to take you backstage and make a mess out of you.
though the performance is over and he’s greeting fans and groupies, he’s now got his wife beater on with some grey sweats. he’s usually thrilled to meet his supporters, but his mind is entirely consummated by you. he wants you wrapping your arms around his neck, snuggling your soft breast into his chest, arms wrapped around his waist as you giggle and congratulate him on his show. he could care less about the groupies that always come to see him, and he’s far less interested in getting their pussies in favour of yours. he even decides to refuse the mini plastic cocaine bag he’s usually quick to snatch, since he had absolutely no business entertaining them, when he only wanted you.
rolling up papers into blunts after his gigs, slightly drained from hours of performing despite the buzz mowing at his brain. he’s finally backstage, bringing the blunt up to his mouth to lick at the paper when you show up amongst your friends, congratulating him for his outstanding performance. he knows this all, though he still thanks their support, but most of all he wants to hear it from you, wants to know what you have to say since this was your very first experience after all.
watches as you walk up to him, breast spilling in your tight top, leaning forward to snatch the rolled up spliff and placing it between your lips. you grab a lighter from your cleavage, spark it up and blow the smoke in his stunned face. “not bad.” you chuckle with low lidded eyes, before placing the blunt back into his parted mouth. your friends are long distracted, busy bothering his other bandmates, but ace couldn’t be bothered enough to care about them. not when he feels the sudden urge to pull you onto his lap, to feel the heat of the warmth of your legs straddling over him, and grab a strong hold onto your ass beneath your taunting miniskirt. the sloppy kiss he receives in consequence to his actions aren’t unexpected.
who feels his pants tightening painfully hard at the sounds you make when his jewelled fingers come to wrap around your throat, drool pooling at the corner of your mouth from the ball of steel in his tongue clashing with the roof of your mouth. he can taste the casamigos in the warm cavern, figured he shouldn’t be too surprised since he himself is quite buzzed, but wishes everyone would fuck the hell off somewhere and let him get what he’s wanted forever.
who puts you in every fucking position. from your sweaty bodies grinding into one another on the couch, to having you pressed up against the wall and pounding into your tight cunt, to have you bent over his vanity and watching from the reflection of the mirror as he pounds into you, teeth nipping at your neck. you fuck like wild animals, the bottle of tequila uncapped by his fangs and poured into your open mouth as you moan at the alcoholic taste. once he’s assured you’ve got a good fill, he’ll poor the rest of the contents on your sinful ass, watching the liquid lubricate your ass cheeks, the recoil from the forced point of contact between both your bodies only amplifying as tequila splashed between you both. the whine you let out when a rough hand comes to slap your slippery ass cheeks is incomparable to any tune he’s ever heard.
who has you pushed up against the wall, legs wrapped around his neck and rested onto his shoulders, as he eats you out like his life depended on it. you tasted so fucking good, more intoxicating than any booze he’s had in his life, and the way your acrylics run deep into his scalp tugging so harshly onto his hair as you moan and whine for more, messing up his bun and watching as the locks fall out of place. his tongue drags up and down your lips, mouth salivating as his spit drools past his lips and past your pussy onto the floor, sloppily getting his worth of fill, grinding his erection into the wall as he awaits on his sweet reward that’s bound to splurt on his face if he nibbles at your clit— “just like that.” spraying him in the face with your essence.
who pulls out his phone with a deep groan and snaps a picture with the flash on of your cum covered face, sat on your knees with his dick tapped against your pink tongue, the wet muscle wrapped all over his tip as you milk him of his worth. the pearly white droplets may have ruined your makeup entirely, but ace isn’t sure he’s seen a prettier sight than this. you, allowing him to finish his load onto your skin, in which he can’t help but stretch an arm and smear his nut on your face with his thumb, to which you so gracefully slip in the digit in your mouth and moan, which definitely hardens his dick back into place.
who’s seated on the couch, blunt pressed at his lips as he watches you bounce up and down his cock, riding and milking him for what he’s worth. he’s already on edge, can barely stand the sight of your pierced nipples bouncing in sync at your hips’ movements, so he distracts himself by bringing his mout around a bud and his large hand cups the other mound. he moans against the jewel, his own tongue piercing clashing against the pretty heart shaped diamond and his silver ring brushing against your other hardened nipple. the blunt now in your mouth, you grind back and forth as you let the ecstasy ripple through your body, smoke filling in your lungs and clouding your mind, your clit bumping against his pelvis when you lean down at a specific angle.
definitely places a drumstick into your mouth, to gag you up as he fucks into you. he doesn’t want to muffle your beautiful sounds, he honestly doesn’t care if the whole audience hears the way you crumble on his dick. he just can’t help the way he feels waves of arousal ripple through his limbs all liquidy hot, when he seems the dazed look in your eyes, jerking up from each intense snap of his hips rutting into you. your knees touch your ears, your anklet chiming right at his own ear, as he presses a kiss into your ankle. in consequence, he decides with a jewelled hand wrapped around your neck, a new angle in his rough thrusts, that he’s going to record your fucking moans one day and put it as adlibs in a track.
who pulls out and watches as his cum trickles down your fucked out pussy, staining his couch white of evidence. with two fingers, he grabs the sticky substance and shoves it back into you, eyes nearly rolling back at the broken cry you let out, body all sensitive from back to back orgasms. still, he has a mind of his own and very selfish desires, and simply cannot let you go after tonight. you’ve given him a teasing taste, and he knows he’ll be back for more.
who reaches to grab your phone and unlocks it with your face id, before punching his own number in it and ringing himself. he needs you to come back after this, he’s not sure how he’s managed to survive without you here with him this entire time, but it’s never too late to try. he wants you seated in vip, supporting him and filming him up on stage as he finally has the heart to sing the songs he’s dedicated for you, and to be able to carry you into his backstage room and fuck you yet again endlessly. yeah, sounds like a dream but as for now, he’s good with resting his head onto your chest and listening to your steady heartbeat as it lulls you both into sleep.
bonus point++ definitely gives you an personally signed autograph of his name in black permanent sharpie right above your pussy and below your pierced navel, marking your gaping cunt as his forever and always.
ignore how i barely talk abt him being a rockstar and i mainly just wanted to write smut for ace <3
😆OH MY GOD😆
The story of how I died... Did you tho Sabo?
This has been live on IG and TT for a few days but I kept forgetting to upload it here, tho I know Tumblr hates videos haha. Anyway, Tiktok likes it a lot so maybe you will too!
❤️the sheer gentle expression❤️
thinking about sailing together with buggy in the future
😏bit raunchy, ain't it😏
And last one, because I know you get only two requests from one person) So, can we get some hc's for Ace, Sanji and Kobi with a stone face, cold S/O, who slap their ass in front of their crew, and say something perverted about them with huge grin on their face?(•ω•) Maybe some SFW and NSFW? Of course if you can. And I want to say, what your writing is very helpful for me in studying English! Thank you for your hard work and awesome hc's)
Hi @horosan thank you for the request sweetheart! I hope you like it and thank you so much for the kind words, I’m happy my writing helps you even a little bit.
Ace, Sanji and Coby with an S/O who slaps their butt in front of their crew
Ace
. When you you came up beside Ace he did not expect the following slap of your hand on his ass.
. His eyes went wide as you grinned at him, hand still firmly cupping his butt cheek.
. “Hey handsome,” You said, that smile growing wider. “I’m looking forward to seeing these shorts on the bedroom floor later!"
. Ace goes bright red - florescent, even.
. Around him the crew members in earshot all start to laugh and chuckle - not even at what you said, just the look on his face.
. "N-N-Name!” He stutters, embarrassment flooding his whole being. “What’re you- don’t!”
. You grin, give his butt a squeeze before walking away, glancing over your shoulder to see him with his head in his hands as one of his crewmates comes over to congratulate him, still laughing.
. Later that evening he will come into your shared room, and as soon as he sees you he will pout and a light blush will ghost over his cheeks.
. “So, uh,” He’ll say, scratching the back of his head. “What you said earlier, did you still want to.."
. In answer you stand and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in to a deep kiss.
. Involuntarily Ace will start to warm up, pulling you against himself while starting to tug off your clothes.
. You unbuckle his belt, shimmying his shorts down his legs, smirking into the kiss as you hear the material hit the floor.
. Ace pulls back and gives you a mock frown, "Oi, don’t laugh, that was really embarrassing earlier! Everyone heard!"
. "So what?” You purr, dipping your hand into his boxers. “Let them hear!”
Sanji
. Sanji is washing the plates after dinner when you round the table and come to stand beside him.
. “Ne, Sanji-Kun, Dinner was really good!” You tell him, your hand ghosting down his back to his butt, giving him a small slap. “Can I have you for dessert?”
. You step back as the torrent of blood erupts from his nose, his eyes bursting will little hearts at your words.
. The crew members that remained at the tabled after dinner - Luffy, Nami, Robin and Usopp- look up. Robin covers her mouth to hide a giggle, Nami smirks and Usopp looks away with a blush.
. “Oi, Name! What did you say about dessert!” Luffy demands, a pout on his face as he turns to look at Sanji. “Sanji! I want dessert too!”
. “Sanji-kun can make pudding for us later,” Nami says, a look of amusement on her face as she pat’s Luffys hand. “Hes got other things to do now.”
. You take the still swooning cook by the hand, pulling him along behind you out of the kitchen, muffling Luffys protests.
. Once you reach your room Sanji snaps out of it, his cheeks still red, but hes grinning.
. “Do you really want me for dessert, name-chwan?” He asks, gently placing his hands on your hips, pulling you towards him.
. “Definitely,” you say, smiling as to push him down on to the bed.
. You slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his chest, a wicked grin on your face “Now, where shall I taste first?”
Coby
. Coby is giving orders when you walk over to him.
. The marines assembled in front of him all salute and turn to begin whatever objectives he has just set out for them, but all of them stop, their heads turned back when they hear the slap.
. Coby freezes in place, goes completely rigid when he feels your hand on his ass.
. His face goes the same shade as his hair, quickly darkening till he looks like a tomato.
. To his left Helmeppo snorts back a laugh and you can see some of the other marines trying to hold back their laughter, looking away with tears in their eyes.
. “Are you my orders Captain?” You question, face placid as he stutters and stammers, too embarrassed to form any coherent words. “I’m more than happy to do you.”
. Coby grabs your wrist and drags you away, stopping only when he knows the two of you are alone.
. He turns to you, drags his hands down his face, completely out of his depth and let’s out a groan.
. “Name-San! What were you thinking?” He asks, looking both defeated and mortified. “You can’t do things like that in front of the crew.”
. “Things like what?” You ask, smiling sweetly.
. “You.. you,” he tries but cant bring himself to say it. He puts his hands over his face again and let’s out a sigh.
. You take his wrists and pull his hands away, pressing a light kiss to his lips which once again increases the intensity of his blush
. “We cant do this here, Name-San!” He tells you, already leaning in to your next kiss.
. When you pull away you smile “Then you should order me to your quarters, Captain. Otherwise the crew is in for quite a show.”
. You see his internal debate. He wants to do all the things he knows you’re thinking about, but if the two of you disappear then the whole crew will know.
. Hes so embarrassed.
. Ultimately though Coby knows what’s going to happen, so when you drag him back to his room and start trailing kisses all over him, he resigns himself to the thought that the whole crew know what’s happening.
This is...EVERYTHING 😳🫣😉😏
🤪🤪🤪
absolute mushiest of the mushies🤜💗
Louder than Words - Portgas D. Ace
Portgas D. Ace x Reader
This is like the mushiest piece I have written. I was kinda embarrassed...but here it is. Let's give him the hugs and space he needed huh? This could also be a message to you lovelies out there too. MasterList linked at the bottom too!
Ace didn’t know what came over you, but whatever it was, he wasn’t complaining. Per se.
You’d cupped his face gently, rubbing your thumbs along his cheeks tenderly, while he just looked back at you, curious. He smiled, in hopes of easing or appeasing whatever drudge was swirling in his chest and tainting this moment, “everything alright?”
You hummed and nodded at him, not a line on your expression but the bliss that pulled at your lips, revealing your peaceful serenity to him. His breath hitched slightly as you pressed your lips to his forehead, lingering for a moment. Then a shorter peck to his nose, before nuddling it back and forth with your own. He reopened his eyes when you tilted his head, still cradled in your palms, and pressed kisses to either of his cheeks.
You pulled away enough to look him in the eyes, and he felt his heart chase after you, beating with a tenacity meant to jump ship from his chest to yours. Your eyes dropped to the last target on his face, and he felt his entire physiology twist in anticipation.
You guided his face to yours gently, holding him as though he was the most prized treasure of all the seas. If he ever said that aloud, you would agree.
Your own personal One Piece.
You guided him, and he followed eagerly, gravitating towards you naturally, and you met him somewhere in the middle, colliding in an explosion of euphoria, igniting the wiring of his entire being.
His every sense sharpened, yet by attuning himself to your every move he melded into you. He-his edges-seemed to all but disappear as he chased after you unwilling to disconnect for a moment longer than necessary. Your pull, irresistible-inevitable as he continued to dive deeper into it.
Deeper and deeper.
Closer and closer.
Chest to chest.
Heart to heart.
Until you gently guided him away, again cradling his face and rubbing sweet, sweet, tender circles into his skin, massaging your warmth into him. Your eyes again held his, and gosh you’re just so beautiful. He’s pulled out of his daze when he felt your chest struggling under his. You’re panting slightly, your breathing a little strained, and he realized that his weight on you definitely isn’t helping.
He lifted himself up just slightly-unwilling to completely part but-no longer crushing you. He couldn’t help but wonder: when had he ended up on top of you like this?
You’re gently moving his head about in your palms again, pressing another kiss to his forehead. Then another to the crown of his head and for a moment he’s so glad he showered and washed his hair yesterday.
“I’m so thankful to have you in my life,” you breathed into his skin, lips inscribing the words into his forehead, and tugging on his heart strings.
Again his head is guided by your hands and again his eyes are treated to the sight of yours. Like a rope with a knot catching onto a splinter of wood, the air caught inside his chest. Your own eyes trailed over his features, slowly, carefully, as though committing every part of him, every detail, to memory. You studied him with a sort of reverence, your awe manifesting in a choked gasp and subtle widening of the eyes.
Your hands slowly slipped from his face, and he found himself missing your touch immediately. Thankfully, he didn’t have to part with it for long.
“I am so grateful,” your fingers ghosted along his cheek moving to his lips, “that you exist,” your words tugged at that stuck knot.
“That you were born,” a warmth spread through his chest - yet he couldn’t breathe.
“That you exist in this world - and that I,” your expression became impossibly soft, “that I get to know you.”
He opened his mouth desperate to return the sentiment, but you continued gently tracing his lips as you did, “that you’re allowing me to love you like this.”
He couldn’t-
You let out a little squeak at the speed and force with which he sat the two of you up and held you. His fingers interwoven with your hair, his nose buried in your neck, his other hand pressing you into him, melding you into his body. Soon enough, even his legs came to wrap around your own, completely preventing any chance of escape.
Though to be honest, you escape to him, not from him.
Oh the things you did to him.
He might be made of fire, but his devil fruit couldn’t protect him from the way your affections effectively set fire to his very brain-his heart. His chest heaved, pressing against yours, his eyes water and his grip tightened. Tremors overtook him as he fought the urge to crush you completely into his body.
How could joy resemble a knife tearing through his chest? How could the tearing pain feel so delightful? The contradictions were enough to make his head spin and his thoughts knot up.
A gentle hand - your gentle hand slowly worked its way through his hair, patiently undoing any tangles your fingers came about, consequently undoing the intricate knotting of the net entangling his mind. The delicate trails your fingertips drew along his scalp soothed his thoughts such that each raging beastly emotion was conquered in turn. It wasn’t too long before he’d vanquished the confusion, your tender care steering him to clarity.
You were steering him towards dreamland too if he’s honest, as his consciousness began to ebb under the rhythmic flow of your fingers through the waves of his hair. It wasn’t long before it plunged completely into the ocean of unconsciousness.
// ——
When he regained consciousness you were seated beside him, reading something or another. You were really engrossed in whatever it was you were reading, so much so that you startled a little when his hand lethargically claimed your own, pulling it closer to him.
He brushed his lips on the back of it, grinning up at you with eyes that drooped with the sleep still in them. He delighted in the flustered expression you wore in response to his own affections, blinking at you slowly. You marked your page with your free hand, before closing the book to give him your undivided attention.
“How was your nap, love?” Love you called him. Love.
His eyelids closed, succumbing to the weight they seemed to carry, basking in the bliss washing over him like a gentle summer shower.
Love.
He could hear you moving about, his hold on your hand tightening as you shifted. A little groan left him as he struggled to open his eyes and mouth to speak to you. You were not helping with how your other hand came to comb his hair again, but he managed, “mmm you’re…gon’ make me fall ‘sleep ‘gain.”
“Then that means you need more sleep m’love,” m’love, not just any love, your love. Yours.
He was your love.
Yours.
He was yours. Happily so. Forever would be too. If you’d have him.
He hummed, lips weakly pushing through sleep to show you his satisfaction.
Your voice was much closer to him now, speaking from right above his head, and he fought an uphill battle trying to open his eyes to look at you. His whole body felt heavy, completely sapped of strength. Heck even his grip on your hand was as limp as ever. He couldn’t help but wonder if he was in contact with sea stone or something.
He felt you press your lips to his forehead again, gently fueling him enough to pull his lips into a drowsy, wobbly, smile.
“Get some rest love,” you spoke softly, “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“Stay wit mmmmm,” talking was proving to be a challenge, “c’mere.”
He threw a heavy arm over what he hoped was your waist. It probably was? Gosh he couldn’t care with the way you were giggling next to him.
“Sure thing love,” you had to be doing some kind of magic with how he felt like he was levitating despite the weight that seeped into his bones, “just let me brush my teeth first.”
He couldn’t hold you down if he wanted to with how tired he was, “mmm back soo,” he mumbled.
“Sure thing,” his lips wobbled themselves into a smile as you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead again.
He was out instantaneously. You kept your promise though; through his daze he felt you slip in and embrace him. Seems like his body knew what to do too, despite its earlier lack of cooperation, and he wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you in return before he was out again.
He woke up in your arms.
His head rested against your chest, with your arm languidly around his shoulders. Taking in a deep breath filled him with the nostalgia of the scent of home. A home that did not exist in his memories. Which meant it probably existed in his imagination then. A home that could be. A home with you.
It was the scent of home nonetheless.
He tightened his hold on your waist nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
I’m so grateful you exist.
His arms instinctively tightened.
That you were born.
His inhale was a stuttery one, his own lips and vision stuttering as well. He buried his face further into your neck, taking in your scent again. Yet all that did was push the tears out faster.
That was the opposite of what he’d expected!
Urgh. One of those hot, salty blobs ended up on your skin.
To his relief, and dismay - oddly enough - you remained unconscious. Your eyes closed and breathing consistent. Though that didn’t last long, as you shifted slightly, the arm around his shoulder worked to pull him into you, as your other one came up to play with his hair-you really liked doing that huh?
“Get it aaall,” your voice was thick with sleep, “get it all…out,” you hummed a bit, “let all that poison out.”
“Darlin’, did I wake you?” It was pathetic how his voice cracked - he hated this weakness that was welling up...again.
Just like that, your hold on him tightened, your lips pressing a soft kiss to the crown of his head.
“I’d be upset if you didn’t,” you sounded much more awake now, “you’re one of the people I want to be there for the most.”
Unfortunately, a choked sob left him. Gosh he was so pathetic. He was a full grown man! He wasn’t supposed to be some weak crybaby! To think he used to get mad at Luffy for crying too!
Yet…
He. couldn’t. stop.
His shoulders shook, the tremors traveled his body, and a violent shiver wracked it. Yet you laid and held him and ran your fingers through his hair, kissing your favorite spot on his forehead consistently. Every kiss, every gentle brush of your loving fingers tenderly working through his hair, every tender trace of your fingertips on his scalp, brought a fresh wave of tears to follow the next. At some point he’d started clutching on to you, like you were the life-ring preventing him from drowning.
He wasn’t sure how long you two stayed like that. All he knew that in between his sniffles and his sobbing there was your voice.
“Get it all out love,” you lightly encouraged - as though he wasn’t lesser for crying like a baby.
“I’m so proud of you,” you said a few times too - as though this pathetic display wasn’t shameful.
“I love you so much,” you reaffirmed time and time again stroking his hair - as though his weakness didn’t make him less desirable.
For whatever reason he didn’t doubt a word. Despite the mental cesspool working overtime to drown him in darkness, the light of your honesty shone through. No matter how far he fell, it followed.
He wasn’t sure how long you two lay there, holding each other, and he wasn’t sure when he’d lost consciousness again. His eyes were so incredibly heavy when he woke up again though. They must be swollen from all his crying. You weren’t next to him this time, however as his senses came back to him, he could hear the sounds of a pen scratching and paper flipping.
When he sat up, he noticed a pitcher of water and a tall glass with an opaque yellow-tinted liquid and some mint leaves in it-lemonade probably-on the bedside table. He had a moment to locate you at his desk before you turned to face him, “hey there.”
“Hey,” he croaked, voice still thick from lack of use.
You put the pen down, got up, and walked towards him with a kind smile, “I made you some lemonade, and got some water,” you sat down near his legs, “gotta replace all those fluids you lost.”
That got a chuckle out of him, “your lessons with Marco are going well, huh?”
“I also have a lot of personal experience with these things,” you grinned at him.
“With crying like a baby?”
You just hummed and nodded.
“This might sound bad,” you weren’t looking at him as you confessed, “but I’m kind of…” you trailed off, shooting him a quick glance, “happy,” you shrunk, your shoulders reaching your ears, “you felt safe enough to be that vulnerable with me.”
“So, you liked seeing me cry?” He poked at you. “Should I cry more for you, doll?”
“Ace,” you groaned, your smile only growing fonder as you looked at him.
“Didn’t peg you for a sadist,” he kept teasing, “I’m not sure how I feel about this kink of yours.”
He loved the way you rolled your eyes, but revealed your teeth with how big your smile was getting. “I don’t like seeing you cry,” you corrected, “I like that you feel safe with me.”
You paused, then appended, “well safe enough to not hide your pain.”
“Hide my pain?” He raised an eyebrow at you.
“Crying is one way to get pain out of your body,” you twisted your body to face him more fully, voice soft as you shared your opinion, “emotional pain especially.”
“Isn’t crying just weakness?” He frowned at you.
“No?”
“It’s not?”
“Do you think I’m weak when I cry?”
“No.”
“Then?”
“But you’re a woman.”
A tired look flashed over your features momentarily, “so men aren’t allowed to cry?” You challenged, tone still as patient as ever.
“Only weak men cry,” for some reason the words sounded less convincing in your presence.
“Who says?” His gaze snapped up to meet yours and you repeated yourself, “who said?”
“Isn’t it just something that everyone knows?” His brow furrowed, scowl taking his features.
“No,” you paused as you said that, “well I guess in a sense,” you squinted at nothing, “yes… it is something that many people assume.”
“You just saw me cry like a baby,” he countered, “you don’t think I’m weak?”
“On the contrary,” he felt his eyes widen despite the weight embedded into them, “you’ve been carrying all that pain.”
An ache tormented your gentle expression, “and you choose kindness and warmth and bring joy to those you care about despite it,” you looked him in the eye again, “that isn’t something a weak person could do.”
A shiver traveled down his spine at the way your eyes studied him, softening as you opened your mouth to speak again, “kindness is the mark of the strong, Ace,” you placed your hand on top of his notably larger one, pride dripping from your voice, “and you’re so incredibly kind.”
What was with you and stealing the air from his lungs? He felt his chest constrict like he’d been punched too.
“We’re so lucky to have you in our lives,” your thumb traced circles onto the back of his hand, “we’re even luckier to be loved by you.”
He could feel that prickling in the back of his eyes he was becoming way too familiar with for his liking. “We really have to do something about that crying kink of yours,” he joked.
You scoffed, shaking your head, but you weren’t mad. “I think I’m just going to have to tell you more often how lucky I am to have you in my life.”
His heart lurched in his chest, “I think I’m the lucky one.”
“We can both be lucky.”
“Then I’m luckier.”
“Nuh uh.”
“Yea huh.”
“Agree to disagree?”
“No,” he has a huge grin on his face at your scowl.
“Fine,” you rolled your eyes, rising from the bed with a dramatic sigh, “I’ll let you believe whatever you want to believe.”
“Oi!” He couldn’t help the chuckle that left him.
“Drink some water and your lemonade, love,” you gave him a little peck on his forehead again, “then let’s get you showered and fed.”
He caught your wrist as you moved away, “where are you going?”
“To the desk,” you blinked at him.
“What’re you up to there?”
“I’m just going through some paperwork,” he really was the luckier one of the two of you.
“Marry me,” the words flew out of his mouth before his mind could even register them in his thoughts.
You laughed, raising your left hand for him to view, “already did.”
Shoot.
“Now,” mirth still colored your expression, “you drink your lemonade while I get these papers done.”
“Yes ma’am,” he saluted you and allowed you to slip out of his grasp.
It was when he’d finally moved to lean back against the wall and grabbed the drink you’d prepared that he heard you giggle a little. Strange, given what you were working on, “see something funny?”
“No,” you singsonged, cheerfully wiggling in your seat, “it’s just my husband asked me to marry him, again, and I’m feeling very happy.”
His head clunked against the wall he rested against, heat rushing to his cheeks as a disgruntled groan left him, despite the way he was grinning, “I swear I didn’t forget.”
“I didn’t think you did, love,” you giggle some more, turning slightly to look at him, “I’m just so happy you would want to marry me, again.”
“I’d marry you again every day if I could,” he took a swig of his lemonade enjoying the way you fought and failed to keep your smile contained as it threatened to split what he could see of your face.
You turned back around and he could see that you were fighting to focus on the papers in front of you.
“How about we have another wedding on the Moby Dick?” He found himself scooching his way down the bed, his excitement uncontained. “We can get you a proper dress this time! Your own!”
He looked up thinking some more, “and I’ll wear a proper suit with a vest and a tie and everything!”
“I’m surprised you know about vests and ties,” you shot him a teasing grin.
“Hey! I took some etiquette classes as a kid!”
“You did?”
“I didn’t tell you?” He’d have to tell you more about his life before he set sail then. “Yeah back when I was in the East Blue,” it’s been a while since he left huh? “Makino-a barmaid from the village nearby-taught me manners.”
“So she’s the one that taught you about vests and ties?”
“Yeah,” oh wait a second, “we can have Thatch make us a huge cake and a feast!” Now that he was back on the original topic he had so many ideas! “Pops can officiate! Marco can be the one to bring you down the aisle! And-and-”
“You really want to have another wedding then?” You were now turned to face him completely.
“Yeah! How about it?” He scooched even closer to you. “Our first one was nice too, but we were in a hurry and I remember we had to go with whatever we had.”
“Is it bad that I liked our small, humble wedding?”
“Huh? No of course not! It was great!” Where did that come from? “I’m just saying we can have another so I can ‘marry you again.’”
“Hmm the idea of seeing you all dressed up in a three piece suit is tempting,” you hummed.
He guffawed a bit at that. “I’d probably mistake you for an angel if I saw you in a white dress.”
“Aww you wouldn’t recognize me?”
“Nah because,” he smirked, “I’d be blinded by how beautiful you’d look.”
When you hunched your shoulders to your ears and looked away a bit, his chest swirled with pride. He was getting better at this flirting with you thing!
“Maybe we shouldn’t then,” sounds of protest were leaving him before he knew it, “I don’t want to blind you.”
That had the two of you laughing.
When you calmed down, you turned back towards the work waiting for you, “there isn’t much left to do commander, so stop distracting me.”
Your distraction quickly chugged the rest of that refreshing glass of juice, and moved back to pour himself a glass of water. Something seemed to click within his head as he pondered your order: “I’m distracting now, am I?”
“Very.”
He burst out laughing. “Well we’re even then,” he proceeded to take a loud slurp of water.
He almost choked on it laughing when he saw you startle a bit, his flirt landing well with you again.
Cradling his glass, he opted to just watch you work. He’d make your second wedding happen. You deserved to be celebrated again and again. Besides, it’s not like pirates didn’t party regularly. So it’s not like they’d be going out of their way really-if that’s what you were worried about. Well, knowing you, that was something you were worried about. He found an amused little huff leaving him at that thought.
“See something funny, love?” Seems you’d heard him.
“Nope,” he grinned your way, “just thinking.”
“Should I be concerned?”
“Hey!”
“You come up with some pretty crazy schemes,” he noticed the little smirk on your lips - oh you cheeky - “they’re usually fun, even if they’re dangerous.”
“Like you’re one to talk!” He grinned. “You always add on more crazy things!”
“My crazy things are to make your crazy things less dangerous,” you hummed, “I very much prefer you alive, well, and healthy you see.”
“You just like me,” he beamed at you with a laugh.
“I love you, actually,” you responded without missing a beat nor looking up from your paperwork.
Yeah.
He was definitely giving you that second wedding here on the Moby Dick. Maybe even at one of the prettier spring or autumn islands on Pops’ turf. Whatever you’d like the most! Heck he’ll give you two second weddings - er - a second and a third. Wedding. Yeah.
Oh!
Maybe he could even surprise you with it!
He ought to get started on it - today! Right now!
He threw back the rest of his glass of water and rushed to the door.
“Ah! Ace! Wait a second!” He paused right before opening it up. “I’m just about done with this! Let me finish and I can help you with your hair and back!”
“Huh?” He raised a brow at you.
“Huh?” You returned equally confused. “Weren’t you going to shower to feel better?”
“No?” He tilted his head.
“Then you’re going straight for the kitchen?” You continued, still confused. “Didn’t you want to eat together?”
Oh that was tempting. He couldn’t say no to that. Wait, even the shower help was tempting. You’d been the one to teach him how to properly scrub his scalp after all. But he didn’t want to delay his surprise a second longer!
“Then, I’m gonna get some fresh air,” not really a lie, he’d get fresh air on his way to see Marco, “then we can eat together.”
“So no shower?”
“Wouldn’t we get caught?”
“What do you mean? I’m just washi-Ace!” You let out a garbled sound making him laugh.
“Alright, alright darlin’,” he gave you a lopsided grin, “I’m just teasing. Yeah we’ll do both.”
“Okay,” you seemed pleased with that outcome, despite it being more work for you.
He let go of the door handle to come press a kiss to your forehead, “love you.”
“Love you too,” you returned immediately.
He walked out the door feeling lighter than he had in a while.
Yeah he was definitely giving you the grandest wedding he could, and he was a Whitebeard pirate, and they really knew how to party.
Extra:
Later during an “Official Division Commander Meeting”:
Izou: she must be the one to pick out her dress
Ace: then I’ll take her out to get one picked
Izou: absolutely not! I will
Ace: hey she’s my wife
Izou: exactly! You’re not allowed to see her in the dress until the ceremony you fool!
Marco: (placing a comforting hand on Ace’s shoulder) well, there’s no one better for this task than Izou yoi
Izou: hmph! but of course
Thatch: you all have the easy part, I have to make all the food, and the cake
Ace: it’ll be worth it!
Thatch: for you maybe, you’re not the one cooking to feed a fleet. I swear I have the most difficult job
Marco: we have feasts all the time, no need to do anything extra yoi.
Ace: except the cake! The cake is really important!
Thatch: yeah yeah I heard you. groans
Marco: Besides your division has a bunch of cooks to help you out doesn’t it?
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Complete☁️Comfort
hi! could i request for fluff and comfort with ace? there was this one reddit post i saw abt a guy who rambled abt being so grateful and happy that he's loved by his girlfriend, and the post described how he felt that way when they were having a bath together (nonsexual, i promise! feel free to look the reddit post up). i thought the prompt suited ace so much, esp since the guy in that reddit post mentioned that he cried out of happiness, so maybe smth like this with ace x fem!reader?
ofc, feel free to skip if it makes u uncomfy ^^
~ ♠️ anon
shower me in your love | Ace x Reader
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x GN! Reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Genre: Fluff, Comfort
Warning(s): Nudity (non-sexual)
A/n: I loved this idea so much anon, I was so excited to write it for so long TT but post-exam creativity block really hit hard so this is a bit later than I had hoped to put out. Also, you asked for fem!reader but I think this fic never specified any body parts or pronouns at any point, so it ended up gender neutral haha... This is my first time attempting to write Ace, so please forgive any oocness ><
Please do not ask me the mechanics of a bathtub on a pirate ship and let's just pretend that can work out because the sea is on my side, 'kay? I hope you enjoy ♡ and thank you for the request!
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The sun had dipped beneath the horizon but the sky was still clinging onto a fading orange. Above him, it was already starting to look like a dark midnight blue mixing into violet. Ace's shoulders slouched, the tension seeping out as he made his way to his sleeping quarters. The day had been hectic, and even the usually energised division commander was feeling a bit exhausted.
Ace couldn't wait to drop into his bed and fall asleep but the plan went out the window when he opened his door to find you sitting on his bed, your back to him.
"Hey," he called out, making you snap your neck around. Just the sight of your bright smile got a little more tension out of him. You bounced up to him, hands immediately coming up to cradle his face. You pulled him into a soft kiss and Ace exhaled slowly, pressing his body into your own soft one.
Out of the two of you, Ace was definitely the one with the higher body temperature but somehow, when you hugged, he couldn't help but feel that you were more… warmer. It was a different sort of warmth than physical– more emotional, he supposed. You felt a little bit like coming home, like coming to a fireplace after a day out in the snow.
"Hey," you said quietly, pulling back just enough to admire his face. He didn't have to say anything; he could see the understanding on your face with just one glance. "It's been an exhausting day, huh?"
"Mm," he didn't feel like talking about it, instead opting to drop his head on your shoulder. Ace pressed his nose into the crook of your neck, taking the familiar light scent of you. You giggled at the sensation, playfully pushing him without any real strength to it.
"That tickles!"
"You smell amazing," he whispered. You blushed, pushing at him with a bit more strength now.
"I'm sweaty, what do you mean?" You huffed out another short laugh. "And so are you, mister. C'mon, how about a nice hot bath, hm? I already set it up for the both of us while waiting."
Ace finally pulled away, looking at you with the softest expression. This time, he was the one to cradle your face in his hands. Pressing a light kiss on your forehead, he murmured a quiet admission of love. Gentle hands guided him toward the bathroom, shutting the doors behind him. Ace stood there as you removed his clothes and accessories with somewhat practised hands. When the both of you were undressed, you pulled him into the bathtub and sat down in between his legs.
This close, you could feel that Ace was running warmer than even the hot water around you. He quickly pressed a peck on the tip of your nose to surprise you, then grabbed the bottle of shampoo and soap to start but you stopped him. You took the shampoo out of his hands and smiled warmly when he looked at you with curiosity.
"How about I wash you today?" There was a hint of shyness in your voice, along with a sparkling in your eyes. Ace just nodded dumbfoundedly, watching you carefully squeeze out some of the shampoo into your hands. "Alright, stay still, I'll go sit behind you."
You stood up, the water splashing a bit as you carefully manoeuvred around to sit on the edge of the tub that was attached to the wall. Ace let your free hand guide his frame in between your legs and waited for a few seconds.
The moment your shampoo lathered finger dipped into his hair, he felt boneless. You weren't even doing much, just carding your fingers and working out the tangles as you ensured that the shampoo properly washed the roots and the tips, but it felt so good.
Ace couldn't really remember the last time someone touched him with such gentleness, such care and love. (He couldn't even remember who would have touched him like that the last time. Was it his mother?) You hummed a song he had heard you singing in passing, as you pressed your fingers into his scalp for a slight massage.
Another shaky exhale left his mouth along with the last remaining tension in his shoulders. Ace closed his eyes. With a soft hum, he pressed his head back into your stomach, heart singing at the sound of your giggle echoing in the small bathroom.
"Hey!" You said indignantly, pushing at his foam covered head. "Don't put your shampoo on my stomach."
It made Ace smile and he obliged, leaning his head away. You didn't touch him for a few minutes and he cracked his eyes open to look around at you, to find that you were shampooing your own hair now. You slid down into the tub and he made some space between the wall and him so you could sit properly. Once you were done, you wiped off the foam on your hand and switched to the soap.
"Alright, c'mere, my big baby," you grunted, trying to pull him by his arm. He blinked then let you pull him into the position you wanted. And then you are sitting in his lap, soap being lathered onto his skin with diligent hands. He didn't say anything and just stared quietly at you from the close proximity.
Normally, having you in his lap would get him a little… excited, but today, the action was so non-sexual and domestic, it seemed to hurt. Every movement and word you had said felt mind-numbingly relaxing. Half a year ago, if someone had suggested he would be in this position with you, he would have laughed and called them to get their marbles checked.
Right now though, he couldn't believe his own luck as your fingers dragged over him with a gentleness he had yet to experience from elsewhere. He was strong. Everyone knew that. You knew that. But even knowing that, you always touched him so softly, so gently, that it made him feel like he was made out of fragile brittle glass.
He kinda liked it.
To be vulnerable in front of you only was something he could agree to. No one had ever been this patient and loving towards him, and the fact that he loved you too much to even put it into words crashed around inside him as he watched you soap yourself up.
You were beautiful, obviously. He had to be blind to not notice how gorgeous you were. But sometimes, he couldn't help but think that your real beauty lies in how you just fit in with everyone so well. You were understanding, you were kind and you were there whenever anyone needed you. You were there when Ace needed you. And even though you were there for him, silently understanding what he needed, you never expected anything back for it. It was purely an act of love.
He wasn't talking much like usual today, but you didn't say anything about it. You only continued in your actions, washing away the soap and the shampoo with the water. Ace continued to stare at you, wondering if you were really real.
You were so good to him. He remembered when Marco had mentioned after you announced your relationship that you were good for him. He hadn't really understood the depth of that sentence until now. Until this moment, sitting in his bathtub that was definitely not made for two people, as you washed him even though he was a grown adult who could do it himself.
And it wasn't really about the ability to do it, was it? It was more about the feelings and the thoughts behind the action– it was about the care you felt. Of course you knew he could do it– but you wanted to do it for him anyway because you loved him.
You loved him so much, he couldn't help but feel thoroughly loved and blessed. You, who could have fallen in love with anyone, had fallen in love with him. On his down days, he couldn't help but think that you deserved better than him. Right now though, he couldn't think of anything else but the fact that he was so grateful that you chose him out of everyone.
Whatever made you choose him– he would forever be grateful to it. You were the best thing to happen to him.
"Ace?" Your concerned voice startled him out of his thoughts, and he looked at you. You were done cleaning off both of you, but you were back in his lap. Familiar hands came up to wipe away what Ace realised were tears streaming down his face. He felt a little mortified that he cried over something so small but, like always, it was like you could read his mind. "It's not insignificant if it makes you feel something so strong. Just let it out, hm?"
He didn't really need your 'permission', but the moment you said that, his body seemed to take it as the cue to cry even more. Warm tears rolled down his cheeks and he felt you guide his face into the crook of your neck– you knew he felt embarrassed about crying in front of you. You just did it to let him save face; you let him hide his face in your embrace.
Ace sobbed into your neck, body shaking as he felt your fingers card through his hair and draw hearts into his back, over his tattoo. The two of you stayed like that for a while until the tears finally stopped.
"Let's dry up?" Your eyes were soft as you helped him stand up and out of the bathtub. "And then we can cuddle in bed all night. How does that sound?"
You didn't need to say it out loud to let him know how you felt. Ace watched you wrap a towel around him and then yourself, the unspoken words lingering in the air alongside the steam.
"Sounds amazing."
I love you too.
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Real Talk: Ace Didn't Need to Ask For Help, It's On Garp
i always hate when i see comments about how ace was an idiot or ace should have just asked garp for help because, no? like dawg wtf do you mean?
the one thing we have been told repeatedly across the manga and anime is that ace could have lived his entire life being perfect and he still would have ended up on that podium
he could have become a marine, a police officer, a teacher, a chef and all of that would have been reduced to nothing the moment his parentage was discovered
yes, ace became a pirate of his own volition, but sengoku never mentioned his piracy
he never mentioned all the criminal activity ace did as the captain of the spade pirates or even later as the second division leader of the whitebeard pirates
you know what sengoku did bring up though the moment he got on that damn podium? ace's parentage
he mentions nothing that gained ace his bounty to begin with when he gets that den den mushi in his hand. why?
because it doesn't matter that ace is a pirate. what matters is that they are eradicating the last gol d roger's bloodline
bear in mind that they were killing pregnant women and young children who could have even had the slightest possibility of being roger's lover or kin
akainu deadass says that he doesn't care if every other pirate at marineford escapes as long as ace and luffy died and he would ensure their deaths personally. and for what? not their piracy. none of their crimes. not even for ensuring that the truth that certain countries and lands that were actually saved by pirates instead of the marines never got out
but because their fathers were gol d roger and monkey d dragon respectively
solely because of that, he deemed neither of them deserved to live
and as far as garp goes - i love garp as much as the next person but garp has never done anything for ace to trust him enough to ask for help even if he felt he deserved to ask
garp's negligent parenting coupled with the abusive words ace grew up hearing led ace to believe he didn't even deserve to be born. when he even asks garp if his being born was a good thing, garp can't even tell him 'yes'. he just says 'time will tell'. my brother in the blue seas, that is an elementary schooler questioning his right to exist
ace is defeated by blackbeard in episode 325 (chapters 434-441), luffy hears about his execution being set in episode 416 (chapter 522) and then finally ace is killed in episode 483 (chapter 574). that is 158 episodes and 140 chapters total and in that time what ace receives from garp are conversations that boil down to
"you did this to yourself"
"i just wanted you to become a fine marine"
"i don't have sympathy for criminals but i do have sympathy for family"
and garp actively preventing those who wish to save ace from reaching him. yes after akainu strikes ace, garp does react viscerally with instinct to protect his grandson, but that's too little too damn late at that point
garp having his moral dilemmas mean nothing when, however long ace spent in impel down, he isn't trying to help him
garp having his 'wishing things had been different' thoughts mean nothing when garp is preventing people from saving his grandson
there's a reason garp lets dadan beat and berate him when they reunite in windmill village and it's because he knows she's right
over the course of 20 years, garp has consistently chosen work over ace and luffy. as much as i love dadan and co, bandits are not a good choice to have raise your grandkids and then be the surprised pikachu meme when neither of them wish to become marines
garp's inability to see past the system he disdains yet clings onto actively shoots him in the foot
prevents him from seeing that ace is right when he says he never could have become a marine
luffy could have never become a marine. i do hear arguments saying that luffy might have had a fair chance considering garp is biologically his grandfather but i say that's truly up in the air considering how, even with that knowledge, akainu still wants to put luffy on a poster
but that's all to say, asking why ace never asked garp for help is ridiculous
the fuck would ace look like asking the man who has done nothing but
unintentionally fostered ace's resentment towards luffy in their early childhood
told ace it was his own fault he landed where he did
falcon punched marco halfway across marineford
for help?
and that's not even mentioning the fact that up until that point, ace didn't believe he deserved to live. he didn't think he had the right to exist. the only thing that kept him going up until that point was hoping he'd find an answer that justified his being born and his love for luffy and sabo. ace tells luffy in his dying breaths if it weren't for the two of them, he would have gave up on living a long time ago
yes, garp loves ace and luffy
he loves them both dearly but he is also incapable of putting them before work, before his ideals of justice. these two truths can coexist at the same time. garp's stubborn to a fault and his moral dilemma resulted in both inaction and the prevention of ace's escape
so to say that marineford would have gone differently if ace had asked is seriously undermining the character work. because in reality, it's up in the air on whether or not that would have done anything. ace asking garp for help could have gone either way and that's the beauty of the gray area regarding garp's actions during the summit war
and yes, i can get why it's frustrating that ace turned around to fight akainu when he could have just left and got it back in a blood a different time
but aside from ace having a temper about specific topics, we do get an answer as to why he couldn't bring himself to runaway when we finally are able to dive into his past with luffy and sabo:
he doesn't want to run away from any situation because ace is deathly afraid of losing something if running away ends up being the bad call
and in that moment, luffy was behind him
even if akainu hadn't talked down whitebeard, ace would have inevitably turned back around because he wouldn't have been able to shake his fear of losing something or someone he cared about
as long as there is something precious for him to potentially lose, ace will never run
he was doomed from the start
his being the son of gol d roger doomed him from the start
and that's what makes ace so tragic
Currently: 🤣*screeching*🤣
God all you people ranting about how sabo is the responsible brother don’t know the truth.
(finally decided to post my sabo rant lol)
Look at him. LOOK AT HIM.
This man ran away from high class society and rejected the government at age five. His dumb ass decided to befriend ace, who at the time was the equivalent of a feral gremlin child who beat up people in bars (rightfully so). He suggested that they kill luffy.
And then, oh then he was like fuck this and ran off and (died) joined the revolutionary.
AND YOU KNOW WHAT HE DID THERE. BEAT UP MORE PEOPLE. SAID FUCK YOU TO THE GOVERNMENT. PROBABLY BURNED DOWN A FEW CORRUPT COUNTRIES. CRIED A BIT.
Ace? The one you say is the irresponsible brother? He stayed AT HOME. And raised LUFFY. Learned MANNERS. Became a captain. Which means he raised a child who decided stabbing himself was a good idea and made sure he reached adulthood, tried to better himself to thank someone for saving his brother’s life, learned to be responsible for others, after taking care of Luffy, made his crew survive into the new world and sacrificed himself so his crew would get away.
AND THEN. He became a white beard! Lead an entire division! We see him asking for permission from Whitebeard to go after teach, or at the very least telling him what he was doing! A good boy! Trusts in his brothers! Cares for them!! Makes sure his brothers crew is okay for him!! Saves his brother!!
RESPONSIBLE!
NOW BACK TO SABO.
NOW LOOK AT HIM.
THIS MAN MAKES HIS CAREER RUINING NOBLES CAREERS. HE REGULARLY IGNORES MEETINGS TO SAY HI TO LUFFY, DOESN’T TELL ANYONE. LOVES HIS BROTHER BUT IS NOT RESPONSIBLE. TOO MUCH GUILT. IF LUFFY ASKED HIM TO TAKE DOWN AN ENTIRE CITY HED BE LIKE FUCK YEA. ACE WOULD TOO BUT HED BE MORE CAREFUL. SABO? NEEDS SUPERVISION. ABSOLUTELY BATSHIT. IS ABSOLUTELY FERAL. WILL BURN DOWN EVERYTHING. ANARCHY IS IS GOAL.
Ace was also kind enough to let us know when he died sabos just a mystery which means he’s irresponsible as fuck.
does shit like this and doesn’t follow up. :/
In conclusion;
ace is the most responsible brother of ASL, learned from older sibling energy and learning to raise luffy and protect his crew as captain. Sabo is a dumbass and absolutely not responsible, based on fucking off on his job which is based on saying fuck you to authority. Will burn down anything without question, regret consequences later. (In aces case, he will think about the consequences first, regret them, burn anything anyway.) Luffy is responsible for 9 people and the downfall of several government institutions. Luffy is not responsible. Sabo is not responsible. Ace is the most responsible. If you must write them (highly encouraged, you all are very talented) please take this into consideration. Thank you.
PS. This by no means means that any of the asl boys should be trusted with authority. They are in canon, and it is a disaster. the world is crumbling at their feet. I love them.
How dare you make me feel this way, 😳🫣
quicky of butch wifey....
🫶corazon🫶
Corazon and Law bc i watched his backstory like weeks ago and can’t stop thinking abt it