#lawace

they’re literally cannon your honor

Day 7: Future | Free Day

Pairings: Ace x Zoro, Ace x Sanji, Ace x Yamato, Ace x Law, Ace x Deuce.

I just love Ace and think he deserves all the love, or Ace being the daylight of his partners.

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Ace x Zoro

CW: suggestive, fluff.

“Oh, big guy, is that all you got?” Ace teases, a challenge in his smile. His body was drenched in sweat from the little sparring match between them. He felt alive, the blood rushing through his veins with more intensity from the physical exertion.

Ace, distracted by playing with Zoro's ego, didn't expect the swordsman to approach him with agility and slam him against the wall, the blade of a katana against his neck and a victorious smile mocking him. “You were saying?” he sneered back. But instead of backing down, Ace's smile just grew. Their foreheads were almost touching, their breaths mingling together.

“Well, Zoro, if you just wanted me this close, you could have just asked. You didn't have to do all that to get my attention, you know?” He smirks, biting his lower lip and looking down at Zoro's.

The swordsman blinks, taken aback. His grip on his katana loosens.

“W-what?”

“Are you going to deny that you want me right now?”

Zoro clears his throat, widening his eyes. “What? I literally have a katana at your throat!”

“Yeah, well, too bad it's not your lips,” he shrugs, amused by the interaction. Zoro growls and lowers his katana, clenching his fists.

“You're unbearable.”

“That's not what you were saying last night, handsome,” Ace winks at him and laughs when Zoro blushes, leaning in closer to plant a kiss on his cheek.

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Ace x Sanji

CW: mention of internalized homophobia, cigarettes.

Having feelings for Ace was one of the hardest things Sanji had to accept about himself. And at the same time, was one of the easiest things he did. It was like cooking, it came like a second nature to him. His manners, his boyish smile, and those damn freckles turned his world upside down when Luffy introduced them. He didn't know he was capable of feeling this way about a man. But it was easy to feel it. His heart raced, his breathing became uneven, and he couldn't help but stare at him like a fool.

Ace liked to eat, and he liked to cook. It was a perfect match. And yet Sanji resisted the first attempts at flirting. Or he tried to, because in the end he fell head over heels for them.

“The sparkle in your eyes is so beautiful every time you talk about your dreams,” Ace says as his fingers caress Sanji's knuckles. They were sitting in Sanji's cabin on the Going Merry, closer than they should have been. “I want to live long enough to see you fulfill them with my little brother. Being with him, I know you will fulfill them.”

Sanji took the cigarette away from his lips with a big smile, his cheeks turning red at the other pirate's words. Sanji couldn't believe he had found someone like that, who believed in him so strongly, who looked at him as if he were the One Piece.

“You have a way with words...” Sanji shakes his head, chuckling.

“I'm not joking, sweetheart. I mean it,” he insists, cupping Sanji's cheek so he can look at him. “I believe in you. If seeing the All Blue is what you want, you must fight to achieve it... just live.”

Sanji's smile softens, “I will. And I also hope you'll be around to try the food I'll prepare when I get there.”

Ace laughs.

"I will."

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Ace x Yamato

CW: suggestive, Marineford spoilers, I'm not going through the Wano arc, so sorry if Yamato is out of character.

Yamato slides his hands over Ace's bare abdomen, memorizing every inch of his body, the new scar on his chest that doesn't make him any less beautiful, and his freckles. With devotion, he bends down and moves backward so he can leave a trail of kisses on his happy trail, finally sitting back down on the pirate's lap. Both were in their underwear, basking in the afterglow of their encounter. The last time they saw each other was years ago, and the last time Yamato heard from Ace was when he almost died in Marineford, the scars on his wrists living testimony to how he had tried to escape to help him. He refused to lose him, his only friend, the person who had helped him carry on with hope and resilience.

But he hadn't lost him; he had come back to him. He never wanted to let him go again.

“What are you thinking about, Yamato?” Ace asks softly, touching the older man's long white hair and playing with the ends.

“You,” he replies simply, leaning down to hide his face in Ace's neck, breathing in his scent. "How much I missed you. I won't leave you alone again. It'll be you and me against the world."

Ace laughs, sliding his hands down Yamato's back, wrapping him in an embrace.

“Yes, sweetheart. It's just you and me against the world.”

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Ace x Law

CW: none. The art is NOT mine.

"Oh, doctor, I think i'm sick and I need my hot boyfriend to take care of me," Ace says with a smirk, leaning closer to Law, who were sitting on a couch reading a book with his typical serious face.

“Oh, yeah, it's terminal. You'll die,” he replies in a monotone voice, without looking up from his book. Ace didn't understand much of what it was about; it was in another language, but judging by the pictures, it was about human anatomy.

Ace snorts, offended by the dismissive attitude. “Hey! You haven't even looked at me! I could be dying here, you know? And you don't even look at me,” he complains with a pout, frowning.

Law exhales, closing his book for a moment and looking back at Ace. He just stares for a few seconds, "Done. I already looked at you," he states, turning away to keep reading.

Ace groans and dramatically throws himself onto Law's lap on the sofa, preventing him from continuing to read his book and forcing him to look at him instead. Law smiles slightly, amused by Ace's antics. Reluctantly, he puts the book down on a small table and occupies his hands with something better, something much more important than learning to use his Devil Fruit to its full potential. They rest on Ace, on his muscular arm, which was decorated with a tattoo in honor of his own name.

“Don't you think you're too old for this?” he teases, moving his hand up to cradle Ace's cheek. It was a little warm, more than was normal for Ace, since his skin was usually warmer than other people's because of his Devil Fruit. It was probably due to the cold he was complaining so much about.

He's so cute.

“To get my boyfriend's attention? Nah, I don't think so.”

Law just chuckled softly and leaned in to kiss him.

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Ace x Deuce

CW: Spoilers for Ace's novel.

Oh captain, my captain.

When he thought he would die, that the light at the end of the tunnel would swallow him whole, he actually saw the daylight. Ace appeared as a powerful force that restored his hope of seeing a new day. He was right, they had found treasure on that island— each other. And more than that, he had found himself. Deuce. That's what he had called him, to match his own name. Ace had not only helped him survive on that island, he had also given him a purpose. Just as the sun rises to announce a new day and chase away the darkness, Ace had destroyed his fears, and he would devote himself until the end of his life to seeing his captain achieve his goal.

Ace was fast asleep beside him, shirtless, his sweet freckles decorating his back like a constellation. The crew was asleep, none of them knew he was there, though most guessed as much, but they said nothing out of respect. Ace was the captain; he could make whatever decisions he wanted, go out with whoever he wanted. And they weren't indifferent to the way the captain's eyes sparkled when he saw Deuce, how his smile softened, and how his tendency to rush into danger diminished. On the other hand, the way Deuce blushed when they caught him looking at Ace didn't help keep their relationship a secret either.

Although it wasn't a secret. They just hadn't said it out loud yet.

“Ace...” he called, his fingers sliding on the broad back in front of him, tracing lines between the freckles.

Ace only let out a sleepy moan, turning to look into his boyfriend's eyes. Being able to see him just waking up was a privilege, a treasure that Deuce cherished.

"What happened? why are you awake?" Ace wonders, frowning and looking at the medic with confusion.

Deuce flashes a teasing smile, intertwining their legs together, moving his hand to Ace's waist to pull him closer to his body. Ace was hot, as always, which the blue-haired man appreciated because they were near a winter island.

“I love you,” he finally says, knowing damn well what it would cause on his captain. Ace widened his eyes, his cheeks blushing and a little flames contorting his face. It was the first time he heard it from someone who wasn't his family.