Portgas D Ace x Pirate! Reader
Author Note: I have like 20 other drafts that I’ve been stalling to finish… ALSO EVERYONE ONLY WRITES SMUT AB THIS MAN WHAT??
Summary: You and Ace are a thing. An un-named thing. But Ace wants you to know you’re the only moon to his sun.
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Song: Missing Piece — John Michael Howell
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You’ve been with the white beard pirates for a few years now. Ever since they took you in when your grams was killed, that was her request. Stubborn old hag, you’d always called her. But that’s a story for another time.
With being out at sea you found a new piece of yourself, a family in this crew, a father in whitebeard, and Ace… that dumbass. You’d call him a lover but you really didn’t know what you two were.
You kissed, you loved, you did everything that classified as ‘lover’ activity, but you never named it, never said it out loud. Because you, you both, were scared. Never knowing when, or if, this business will take one from the other. Wouldn’t that make you want to tell him how you feel? You’d think. But then that’s just ‘tying each other down’, as Marco had put it.
Granted Marco was the most protective over you, so you going to him with relationship advice probably wasn’t the best choice. But anything was better than asking whitebeard.
After visiting Frostfang Island (Fake), Ace was all over you. The Whitebeard’s had helped saved the civilians from other pirates trying to take over the island. During the battle a group of the goons ganged up on you, throwing you into the freezing water.
Your devil fruit ability, Kaze Kaze no Mi: Tempest Form, allowed you to control and become wind/air, but it also allowed you to drown…
Luckily Whitebeard jumped in after you, he had promised your gran to look after you. Ace could only watch helplessly as Whitebeard searched for you, only resurfacing with you in his arms, “Ace take (Name), and bring her to Marco!” Whitebeard demanded.
Ace did as he was told carrying you close to him, trying to keep him body hot to warm you up. Marco luckily just deemed you’d be cold for the coming weeks, you would just need to check in every so often for progress reports.
And that’s why every night Ace has been in your room, in your bed, taking up most of the room and blankets. But sharing his heat with you as you laid over his chest, arm loosely wrapped over his torso, your legs tangled with each others. Ace’s mouth was wide open, yet there was silence, you’d always expected loud snores from him.
You could only stay up when he was with you, thinking about what you’d be in the morning. You’d been in each other’s beds many times, but you never knew who else he brought into his. If you told him how you feel, would he feel the same?
You could only look up at him, mouth wide open, freckles attacking his face in the most perfect way possible, his eyes slammed shut, which Marco told him to quit that or they’ll be shut forever (which isn’t true. Still, Ace believed him, and yet still has that bad habit), his midnight hair tousled, spread out over the pillow and some strands covered his too beautiful face.
You reached the hand that was around his torso up to his forehead, using your other arm to rest on your elbow so you were elevated. Carefully, not to wake Ace, you used your index finger and gently brushed away the strand of hair that was glued to his forehead with sweat from using his devil fruit abilities from a prolonged period of time every night.
Sure Ace was naturally hot, looks and temperature wise, but Marco had told Ace specific temperatures that he needed to be for your recovery.
You rested your hand on his cheek, and Ace leaned into your touch, mumbling some incoherent words like a baby first learning to speak, but his mouth closed as his head tilted into your hand, squishing his own cheek into your palm. You could feel yourself smiling at the big oaf, you loved him truly, but those emotions were ‘dangerous’ for pirates.
When you’d begrudgingly asked Whitebeard for relationship advice, he instantly knew it was Ace you were speaking of. Back at your island you worked in your grans bar, just the two of you. You usually never served pirates, but Whitebeard was an old friend of hers, so he and his crew were the exception. That exception included Ace. Who was staring at you the entire time from the other side of the room.
You used your devil fruit abilities to float glasses of beer and ale to the pirates, and slowly but surely, throughout the night Ace made it closer and closer to the bar counter. When he finally sat his ass on the stool he couldn’t remove the shit-eating grin that had spread across his face. He sparked the conversations with you, and you tried to play hard to get, but that boy would go to the end and back if it meant seeing your smile for the first time again.
Whitebeard gave you counteracting advice to Marco’s, he gripped your shoulder, his fiery eyes looking into yours, and told you “Love is sacred for pirates, you never know when your last day on this ship will be”. You knew he loved your gran, when they were younger at least, but the sea called to him, so looking at you was like a smaller, way younger, version of her. And he didn’t want you to make the same mistake he did.
You just spent a few minutes watching Ace’s sleeping form, his cheek still squished into your palm. Slowly, you leaned down, softly pressing your lips to his. Luckily for you Ace sleeps like a boulder.
The ship docked at Sphinx, a monthly visit to make sure everything is alight at your captains birthplace. As always you were welcomed with open arms.
Some of the crew had already disappeared to the bars, you glanced around, and Ace had disappeared too. You assumed he was with the others at the bars, flirting with the other hot female baristas, but there was a feeling in your gut, it was unlike Ace to go boozing in the early afternoon.
For the rest of the day you wandered around the different stalls, buying some new clothes for yourself, and spending time with whitebeard, seeing as there was nothing better to do, you logged maps with him, and running errands when he needed things, books mainly.
Ace saw the group of crew members heading off to bar hop, and took this as his chance to get away.
Not from you or anything, like he’d ever want to leave you. You were like the cool Moon to his blazing Sun. He hoped you saw him the same way.
Ace was looking for something in particular, Whitebeard had made Ace a list incase he, and knowing him he would, forget what he was doing.
Ace opened the door to the first shop, shiny jewelry displayed almost everywhere, “Hello sir, can I help you with something?” A worker appeared behind him, scaring the living days out of Ace, “Oh! Yeah! I’m looking for a ring!” He exclaimed, the worker nodded, leading Ace to a table full of rings.
“Do you know her ring size, sir?” Ace looked up at the worker, then back down to the paper, holding it close to his face, his eyes skimming the page. Suddenly, Ace held the paper out, pointing to where Whitebeard had written ‘Size: (Your Ring Finger Size)’. The worker nodded, and brought out a row of rings in your size.
Ace’s eyes looked over all the rings, but none of them screamed you. Ace shook his head, apologizing that he couldn’t choose any of the rings.
Ace had to visit three other jewelry shops before he found the perfect ring. It was a simple silver band, nothing too extravagant, but on the inside of the ring was a small moon, next to it was a sun. He also snatched the matching gold band for himself; Ace knew that both people needed a ring when they were married.
Ace’s lit up. “These ones!” He exclaimed, the worker nodded, carefully placing each ring into their own box, sliding them across to Ace, “How much?” Ace asked, reaching for his coin pouch, “You’re with Whitebeard’s crew right?” Ace nodded, “Then it’s on the house!”
Ace thanked the worker profusely, tucking the two ring box’s under his hat. He only regrouped with the crew once the sun started to set; they were only there to stock up and check in on the village, so they were supposed to sail out before the moon raised in the sky.
You looked around at the crew; certainly not looking for a raven-haired freckled narcoleptic ray of sunshine. You helped load crates, your devil fruit powers coming to use to raise the barrels of ale and boxes of canon balls onto the ship.
The sun hitting the horizon was a sight you could never get tired of. The waves calmly brushing against the side of the ship as the island for further and further from view.
You watched, leaning against the railing, as the crew click their glasses together, shouting drunken pirate tunes. As the night moved on, your crew mates began to stumbled to their dorms, some puking overboard.
You stayed up, restless, the breeze flowing through your hair, sea salt scent filling your nose, the stars shining above you. You didn’t know what it was, but something felt different tonight.
You didn’t turn when you heard footsteps approaching. You didn’t need to. The immense heat this person was emitting gave it away.
Ace stopped beside you, back leaning against the railing. There was a nervous air about him, does this have to do with him bar hoping earlier in the day? You thought. Of course it didn’t bother you, you couldn’t let it bother you; neither of you were committed to each other.
“Have you ever thought about who’d you wanna be with for the rest of your life?” You whipped to face Ace, “What.” Where had that come from? Surely he was just drunk off his ass. “I think you had too much to drink today.” You kept one hand on the railing while you spoke, gripping it tighter with each word.
“I’m serious,” Ace’s face was blank, his lips didn’t even slightly quiver up into a smile, “have you?” He was genuinely asking? “Uh… no, I guess not,” you turned once more, elbows supporting your weight against the railing, “I haven’t thought about a civilized life since I left my village.” Ace nodded, and took off his hat.
The hat wasn’t dangling off his back like it usually was if Ace had it off. No, the orange cowboy had was completely off his head. Had you done something wrong?
Ace quickly took something out, the shadow of the moon hitting his back, and without hesitation, placed the hat on your head. “Are you dying?” It was meant to be a thought, it really was, but Ace doesn’t allow anyone to wear his hat. Ace bursted out laughing, “Dying?!” He exclaimed throughout his fit of laughter, “Shut up!” You smacked the back of his head. Ace turned his full body to you after recovering from the hit, “Hey, what the hell was that for!” “That was for making me think you’re dying, idiot! You never let anyone your hat.”
You pulled down the rim of the hat to hide your face from Ace, you didn’t want him to see that you were scared, or that your eyes had begun to well up, or that your cheeks were red with embarrassment.
Ace fell silent once more, and you heard him shifting around. Then stopped completely. You could see from his feet that he was facing you. But you didn’t want to look up.
You finally lifted the rim of Ace’s hat from your face, revealing Ace standing in front of you, a silver ring in his hand. Your heart dropped.
You let his words sink in for a moment.
Then you started laughing, and it wasn’t a small chuckle; you were gasping for air, clutching your sides. “Yeah right!” You wiped the tears for your eyes, taking your place against the railing, your head resting against your palm, facing away from Ace, “Like you’d wanna settle down with me.” Your smile faded as you watched the sky once more.
You heard a thunk from where Ace was standing, you sighed, “That damn idiot must’ve fallen asleep.” You straightened up moving to face Ace again. When you turned, Ace was on one knee, the silver ring still tightly clutched in his hand, still being held out to you.
“(Name) of the Whitebeard pirates! I want you to be my wife!”
Ace shouted so loudly you were astonished that no one woke up. You could feel the glaze of your eyes as tears began to form, but you didn’t dare let them fall, “Ace…” Ace shot to his feet, “You’re like the sun to my moon— wait no! I mean you’re the moon to my sun! And I want to stand with you side by side for the rest of our lives,” Ace inched closer, “that is, if you’ll have me…”
You looked from the ring to Ace, his deep onyx eyes looking into yours with such love you questioned if this was the real Ace. You bursted into tears, smiling wider than you ever have before, “Ace… you idiot! I love you too.”
Ace’s face lit up, and he gently slid the ring onto your finger. Upon closer inspection, Ace had a matching gold ring already on his finger. He really did plan this out. Ace pulled you close into an embrase, then lifted you off the ground to spin you around, “Now we’re married!” He exclaimed as he placed you back on the solid wood. You laughed at his enthusiasm, maybe he didn’t entirely plan this out.
“Ace, we’re technically only engaged.” You stated, smile still tugging on your lips, “Huh?” Ace turned to you with a confused expression, “Marriage is a legally binding commitment, and ‘legally’ means we’d have to sign papers for the law to state we want to be wedded,” Ace nodded along, “unfortunately, the law doesn’t like pirates.” Ace huffed, crossing his arms. You stared at him, the Sun starting to break the horizon illuminated his features.
Finally Ace looked up, uncrossing his arms, a wide grin plastered across his face, “Who needs the law when you’re in love!” Your chest filled with a bubbly sensation, cheeks heating up. You placed your hand on either side of Ace’s face, gently bringing him closer to you, Ace’s hands rested comfortably of your waist, “You’re right, Ace.” You kissed him, it wasn’t fierce like other times, it was slow, full of love and appreciation for each other.
Ace couldn’t wipe the smile off his face, “So, you’re my wife now?” He beamed, “And you’re my husband.” If you thought Ace’s smile couldnt get any wider, it did.
He quickly took your hands in his, and he spun with you. Clumsily dancing with you on the main deck of the ship. The skies an orange-yellow hue, as crew mates would begin to wake.
Ace covered your face with kisses, telling you how he was the luckiest pirate in the world. But really it was you who was the lucky one, you’d found the person that makes you feel most alive, like you were not alone, that reminded you that you were loved…
Marineford was a war zone.
Everything was in smoke and ruins.
Cries of children for their parents filled the air.
You needed to find your husband, Ace.
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