#swift-works

pairing: portgas d. ace x fem!reader summary: Thanks to a few of the nurses on board, you had learned of a new trend going around. The trend is seeing if your significant other would melt into your kiss and you had the perfect boyfriend to try it out on. wc: 1.2k tags: established relationship, fluff (like minor angst but i promise its minor), based on a tiktok trend, ace is so DOWN BAD lol, ACE GETS A KISS

"Meet me in our room after dinner, kay? It's really important." You had told him before squeezing his hand and heading over to sit with a few of the nurses.

The two of you sitting at separate tables during meal times wasn't totally out of the usual. Though the giggles that had broke out when you joined and the not so subtle glances in his direction was a bit odd. Ace shrugged it off as he got his own dinner and joined a table of his own. Your request floated around his mind as he tried to come up with what was so important. He knew better than to assume it was anything about your relationship. You guys have been going strong for a few months and he felt like he had nothing to worry about.

pairing: portgas d. ace x isekai!reader summary: After inheriting your grandmother's house, you find a seemingly normal mirror in the attic. When night falls however, the mirror becomes a portal into your favorite fictional world and who better to greet you than your favorite character. Can you change his fate or see him to his doom?  wc: 4.7k ̗̀➛ enchanted masterlist

Dishware clanked as you washed the dishes from today. Granny sat at the dining table nursing a cup of tea. You could tell something was on her mind as you turned the water off. "I can tell when you have something to say. You wanna fill me in on whats going on in that head of yours?" You threw a glance over your shoulder to see her looking out the window.

She sighed as she glanced down at her cup. "You know I appreciate your help around here, dear. It's just…you're either here or working and you should be going out and having fun with friends at your age."

You stopped drying a plate and sat it gently on the drying rack to turn towards her. "Granny, we've been through this before. I'm perfectly happy staying here and taking care of you. You know, I don't have many friends around here and besides….you're the only friend I've ever needed." You spoke softly as you joined her at the table.

A sad smile graced her lips as she grabbed your hand and squeezed. "That's the thing, honey. I can't be the only person in your life when I won't be around much longer. I don't want you to be all alone when I go."

"You're right. I know you're right but…" You closed your eyes as you exhaled. "I'll be alright, I always am. I'd rather spend as much time with you before the inevitable happens. There's no way I could live with myself if I was out partying and something happened to you. I have no regrets."

"I suppose there's no convincing you otherwise." She pat your hand before releasing it. "Now, go finish drying the dishes and I'll go bring out Scrabble."

With a nod, you resumed your previous task. You couldn't help but dwell on her words though. With work and taking care of her, you'd barely made time for yourself. When the time came where she was no longer around, you weren't sure what you would do.

pairing: ace x isekai!reader summary: After inheriting your grandmother's house, you find a seemingly normal mirror in the attic. When night falls however, the mirror becomes a portal into your favorite fictional world and who better to greet you than your favorite character. Can you change his fate or see him to his doom?  wc: 4k a/n: I'm back! (its only been 4 months) I got massive writers block from trying to write this one, but i over came it! Hoping to try to get a few more fics posted next month! Anyways, hope you guys enjoy! ➼ enchanted masterlist

You had quickly excused yourself from the table and all but rushed out of the room. Thatch raised an eyebrow and turned to Ace. “Well that was odd.”

Ace absently nodded. “Yeah….I’m gonna go see what that's about and make sure they don’t get lost.” He made his way to the door before quickly turning around to point a finger at Thatch. “Don’t do anything to my food!”

Grasping his chest, Thatch had an innocent look on his face. “Ace, we take food very seriously on this ship, I can’t believe you’d accuse me-”

“You literally put blue food dye in my food and it turned my mouth blue for a WEEK!”

“That was one time.”

“And the time it was pink, and the time it was green and the time it was-“

Thatch dramatically sighed. “Alright….I won’t touch your food this time.”

Ace made an ‘I’m watching you’ motion before going after you. Something was obviously bothering you and whatever it was, it had to do with Teach. You’ve never left his sight while you’ve been here so nothing could have happened. The look you had on your face though, it was like you saw a ghost. A rather ugly ghost. You hadn’t made it that far so he called out your name as he rushed to catch up with you.

He made it to your side and brushed his shoulder against yours. “Are you sure that you’re okay? You barely ate anything.”

You tried to force a smile, but Ace could see the inner turmoil you were having. “I’m okay, everything’s happening a bit fast for me, but overall I’m okay. Oh, and I'll eat a big lunch later if it makes you feel better. I just lost my appetite.”

He nodded. “Maybe we can eat outside if that makes you feel better? Or in my room, just don’t tell Marco.” He ended with a wink.

A real smile broke through your mask. “Outside will work, thank you.”

He smiled to himself and did a mental cheer. At least he got a smile out of you. Pushing the subject of Teach would probably wipe that smile off your face again, so Ace elected to bring it up later. “So, where to? I can go ahead and give a grand tour if you’re up for it.”

“A tour sounds great, but first I would like to talk to Whitebeard again.”

“Hm, I can take you to him. I didn’t see Pops or Marco at breakfast so they’re probably still in the meeting room going over things.” He held out his hand. “Shall we?”

“Are you showing me around as an excuse to hold my hand?”

Ace gasped and held his free hand to his chest. “I would never……Are you gonna take my hand though? So I don’t look like an idiot.”

“Well it's too late for that last part, but I suppose that I can hold your hand.” You accepted his outstretched hand. “Satisfied?”

He interlaced his fingers with yours which caused a blush to overtake your cheeks. “Very satisfied and I’ll even ignore that first comment.” 

A minute passed.

“So were you planning to just stand here and hold my hand or were you gonna take me to Whitebeard?”

“Oh right, yeah. Follow me.”

Just as Ace predicted, both Whitebeard and Marco were still going over some things in the meeting room. They both turned to look at the door as soon as it creaked open. Marco put down the paper he was reading over. “Well, if it isn't trouble.” 

Ace, in a very mature fashion, stuck his tongue out at the First Division commander. Said commander rolled his eyes and looked over at you. “I’m assuming you want to talk to Pops?”

Nodding, you squeezed Ace’s hand. “Yeah, and would it be alright if I spoke to him alone?”

Marco and Whitebeard shared a look, to which Whitebeard nodded. With a sigh, Marco got up. “I was starting to get hungry anyway.”

Meanwhile, Ace held a look of confusion. “Alone?”

Marco’s hand fell on his shoulder. “Don’t tell me you’re getting separation anxiety already? They’ll be fine without you.”

Ace pouted and looked over at you, and you were quick to shake your head. “Oh no, you’re not pulling the puppy dog eyes on me,” You squeezed his hand again and dropped it. “I’ll find you after, I promise.”

With a grumble, he let Marco pull him out of the room.

That left you and the towering captain alone. It was going to take time to get used to how big this man was. Whitebeard broke the silence. “I had a feeling I’d be seeing you today.”

Rubbing the back of your neck, you sat in Marco’s previous spot. “Yeah, I never made it back last night so here I am.”

“Well, you are formally welcome aboard this ship until we can get you home. I’m sure Ace will be pleased to let you stay in his room….again.” He sent you a wink.

You flushed and stammered over your next words. “It's..uh…It’s not like that Whitebeard sir. We’re just friends. But thank you.”

Whitebeard let out a rumbling laugh followed by a cough. “I’m only teasing you. Now, I’m sure you have more questions after our conversation last night.”

You frowned as you recalled why you came to talk. “I do have questions for you, so many.” Clasping your hands in front of you, you stared at them as you continued. “There was…There was something else that I wanted to talk about though. Before I get to that I just need to know one thing. Did you know where my grandmother was from? Where she was really from?"

He rubbed his chin in thought as he tried to recall. It appeared to come to him as he nodded. “Ah, why matter of fact she did. I don’t think anyone really believed her though. Something about a different world? Quite the story now that I think about it.”

“It wasn’t a story, she was telling the truth. We aren’t from here. I know that it sounds crazy, but doesn’t it make a little bit of sense? Surely she freaked out when she came here?”

“Hm, she did seem to scream when she saw me and fainted at the sight of Namur. We just thought she came from a sheltered island. I guess we should have given her the benefit of the doubt but we didn’t. So I guess I’ll have to give it to you now, tell me more.”

Where to even begin. You told him all about your world. How there were no fruits that gave you powers. How there were no sea kings in your seas (well not anymore at least). How pirates were completely different in your world. How the governments basically fucked over their own citizens for their own gain-oh wait maybe that wasn’t completely different than this place.

There was another thing that you were hesitant to bring up. However, that hesitation left you as soon as you remembered what would happen if you didn’t bring it up. “There’s another thing about where I come from which is perhaps the most unbelievable. Bear with me.”

“Something more unbelievable than a different world? I’m all ears.”

With a sigh you explained to him that this world actually wasn’t new to you. That this was the setting of a story called One Piece, that was actually set to begin soon. A purely fictional world and yet somehow you were magically transported here. “This must sound insane to you, especially since this is only the second conversation I’ve had with you. But I was actually going to combust if I held on to this information any longer and I didn't want to freak Ace out-”

Whitebeard cut you off with a wave of his hand. “Slow down. This is quite the information to take in. I’m assuming that I’m the only one that knows any of this?”

You nodded. “I didn’t tell Ace, I didn’t want him to think I was crazy and not talk to me anymore. I wasn’t planning on telling anyone yet, but this morning….well I changed my mind and came straight here after breakfast.”

He hummed. “I see, you were smart not to tell anyone. These sons of mine have seen many crazy things across these seas, but this might be one of the most unbelievable. I myself am having trouble wrapping my head around this.”

You needed to think of something that would get him to fully believe you. Telling him you know Ace’s biological father? Maybe not, Ace could have told you that and it didn’t feel right. Using Luffy’s upcoming bounty could work but that would be cutting it close to Teach’s betrayal. What else could you use as proof though? “That’s understandable, however there’s maybe only a few weeks before something happens on this ship that will change everything and not in a good way.”

Silence rang out as Whitebeard thought over your cryptic warning. Not your personal best, but you only had a month here. Waiting too long to say anything would be risky and you wanted to at least try to save these doomed pirates. Your leg bounced as you waited for him to say anything.

“How sure are you that something will happen on my ship? I have many strong sons who’ve been with me for years. Why would something happen now?”

A sigh left you. “It's because of a devil fruit. The one who found it will be murdered by the one who wants it. It’ll lead to a one man manhunt which then turns into a rescue which will lead to war. I know you’re a family man sir. I’ve seen what will happen and I want to help prevent it.”

“A murder? Who would dare to do such a thing? My sons are family, to think the mere power of a devil fruit would be enough for them to turn on each other. I’ll have to think about what you’ve told me. We’ll discuss this later.”

“But-”

“Since I knew your grandmother, I’ve given you the benefit of the doubt. You’ve said some things that I need time to process. For now, why don’t you bring Marco back in here.”

“I still have more questions though.”

“You’re here until the next full moon, are you not? We will have time to explore your questions. Now go on.” He sent you off with a wave of his hand.

Well that went better than you had anticipated. At least he heard you out. In the meantime, you’d have to keep an eye on Teach and Thatch. Maybe you could join the 4th division this month to stay close to Thatch as well. As you exited the meeting room, Ace was waiting nearby.

At first glance, you couldn’t tell if he was asleep or not. His hat was pulled over his face as he was laying back against the railing. The knee he had propped up was swaying in tandem with the waves crashing against the hull. You made your way over and crouched in front of him. “Hey flameboy, are you awake?”

Movement caught your eye as he tipped his hat up with his finger to peek out at you. You were met with a pout. “You’ve got to get better with those nicknames. I’m not a boy anymore. I’m a man.”

You raised your eyebrow. “Says the man who is pouting right now. Is this gonna be a recurring thing? Maybe I should call you a big baby.” 

Ace sat up so fast that you almost fell back onto your ass. “Please do not call me that.” Now that he was sitting up, his face was really close to yours. Close enough to count every individual freckle. Your face flushed as you avoided eye contact. 

A smirk spread across his lips. “Is someone blushing? Didn’t know I had that effect on you.” He leaned in closer to whisper in your ear. “I could give you a real reason to blush.”

The heat coming from your cheeks could rival the heat of the man in front of you. He really was gonna be the death of you. With your racing thoughts, you pulled his hat down to cover his face and quickly got up. “I- I have to go find Marco.” With a turn of your heel, you quickly fled Ace’s sight to find the blond phoenix.

Ace pulled his hat out of his face and watched you rush off. A grin stretched across his face, but quickly fell at the sound of snickering. Turning, he found Thatch approaching with a look of mischief on his face. “Oh that was smooth. Usually though, people shouldn’t run away if you flirt with them.”

He glared at the 4th Division commander, but couldn’t fight the blush spreading across his face. “It wasn’t that bad.”

Thatch deadpanned at him. “No, it was pretty bad. I could help you though. Unlike someone, I know how to flirt and not have them flee from me.”

Rolling his eyes, Ace got up from the deck. “Alright, fine. Let’s hear it.”

With a ‘tsk’, Thatch crossed his arms. “You have to say please.”

“Please, Thatch.”

“Like you really mean it.”

Ace sighed and held a hand to his forehead. “Please? Thatch I am completely hopeless without your help.”

“Now, that's more like it. Come on, hotshot.” Thatch wrapped his arm around Ace to guide him in the direction you went. “We have lots to work on.”

You had been lucky and found Marco fairly quickly. He was coming out of the mess hall with a nurse who held a plate piled with food. When he noticed you, he spoke quietly with her before she took off in the direction you were coming from. She shot you a smile as she passed. Marco walked over to you. “So, I’m assuming your talk went okay?”

“It was an okay talk, I just wish we would've talked more before he sent me to find you.”

He patted you on the shoulder. “You’ll have plenty of opportunities to talk with him, yoi. For now, I’d go find Ace. Last I saw, he was moping.”

You tried and failed to cover your returning blush. “I already found him.”

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “I’m surprised he’s not glued to your side right now then.”

“Well….I may have ran away from him.” You winced.

Marco hummed as he looked behind you. “That didn’t seem to deter him too much. Have fun with that, yoi.” You whipped around as Marco walked off.

Low and behold, there Ace was. He was talking in hushed whispers with Thatch before being shoved forward until he was in front of you. Ace shot Thatch a glare while the cook gave him a thumbs up. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips at the display.

Ace cleared his throat. Embarrassment was written all over his face. “So, uh, about that tour I mentioned. You still up for it?”

“Yeah of course. I wouldn’t want to miss out on a grand tour of the Moby Dick. Lead the way, fireman.” You ended with a teasing grin.

His shoulders sagged in relief as he matched your smile. “Well, we should get started if we wanna be done before dinner. Shall we?” He held out his arm.

You hooked your arm with his. “We shall”

The Moby Dick was massive. Ace was a very efficient tour guide though. You both had ended up back in front of the mess hall before dinner, as promised. Ace moved to go in before he noticed your still frame. “You okay?”

“Mhm.” You nodded. “Just…can we eat somewhere else? Please?”

Oh, right. He had offered for them to eat either outside or in his room after this morning. It was starting to get chilly outside so his room was the better option. “Yeah, sure. How about this, I’ll grab us some food and I’ll meet you back at my room? That sound good?”

“That sounds amazing. You’re the best.” You gave him a quick hug before going off in the direction of the cabins.

Ace stood there for a second, blinking slowly before turning into the mess hall. He tried to keep a straight face but couldn't help the upturn of his lips. Piling two plates full of food, he tried to slip off before being noticed by Thatch or Marco. You leave a few dishes in your room while you go off on a two week long mission and suddenly you can’t be trusted. It was one time and they still wouldn’t let him live it down.

Before he could make it out unnoticed, his path was blocked. “Zehahaha, where are you off to, Commander? Is your little friend scared to join us?”

Ace’s eyes darted to the door. “Oh, hey Teach. They’re just feeling a little…overwhelmed. Give it a few days and they’ll fit right in. I’ll see you later.” He quickly made his way around the large man.

As the 2nd Division Commander left his sight, Teach pondered. You had shown up out of nowhere last night and seemingly had Ace wrapped around your finger already. He also noticed your gaze on him this morning and how you had fled soon after. It was very odd. Hopefully, this wouldn't hinder his search for the Dark-Dark Fruit. He’d been stuck around this bumbling crew for long enough. With that final thought, he resumed his own dinner.

Ace’s room was exactly how you left it this morning. Your gaze wandered over to the mirror and sure enough, the image of your own room was there. Luckily, you had invested in timer lights so you wouldn’t rack up a high electric bill while you were here. The room was mostly dark, save for the street lights outside of your window. You were really gonna miss your bed.

The opening of the door caught your attention. Ace walked in and set two plates down on his desk. “Dinner has arrived and I didn’t get caught. Well, almost.” He muttered the last part.

“Oh my god, it smells amazing.” Your stomach grumbled as you picked up one of the plates and immediately dug in. Ace chuckled as he began to woof down his own food.

A comfortable silence enveloped the both of you as you ate. The food was as delicious as it smelled. You regretted barely touching your breakfast, Thatch’s cooking skills were not exaggerated. Being the first one to finish your food, you set your plate back down on the desk. “Remind me to tell Thatch that this food is the greatest thing I've ever eaten.”

“Imagine this food, but everyday. Three times a day. The 4th Division really knows their way around the kitchen.”

“Maybe, I could hang around them and get them to teach me their ways. I know how to cook, but I’ve never made anything this good.” There was also an alternative reason you wanted to hang around the 4th division. Ace didn’t need to know that though, not right now at least.

“They’re good and all, but wouldn’t you rather hang with the 2nd division? I hear they're really cool and their commander is, and I quote, ‘the best’.” Ace wore a cocky grin as he set his plate down. 

“Eh, I’ll be the judge of that. Oh! By the way, you’re cool with me staying with you while I'm here, right? I didn’t just wanna assume, even though I technically was here last night, but one night is different than a whole month and-”

Ace quickly put a stop to your rambling. “Yes! It’s totally cool with me. I did kinda assume you’d be staying with me anyway.” He rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish smile.

“Well that’s a relief. I can make a place on the floor or-”

“No!” Once again, he was quick to interrupt. “I can sleep on the floor and you can take the bed. You’re my guest.”

“You could’ve let me finish. As I was saying, Or we could share the bed? I don’t want you to sleep on the floor-don’t interrupt me again, and you don’t want me to sleep on the floor. So I guess it would be a win-win situation? Unless you don’t want to.” You trailed off, suddenly feeling nervous.

You were fully comfortable with sharing the bed with Ace, but didn’t know if he’d be comfortable. If it came down to it, you could place a pillow in between you both. Doubt started to creep in your mind the longer he stayed silent. Was that too forward? Sharing a bed could be platonic. Although, it hasn’t exactly been only platonic between the two of you today.

Meanwhile, Ace felt like his brain had been fried. You wanted to share a bed with him, willingly. It was the better option for both of you. Well, not for his heart which felt like it was gonna fly out of his chest. Shit, he needed to say something. “We can share, no big deal.”

With that settled, the both of you got ready for bed. Ace had let you borrow some of his clothes and let you change while he took your dishes back to the kitchen. When he returned, you were already under the covers, seemingly asleep. Not wanting to disturb you, he quietly moved around the room to turn off the lights and to kick off his shoes.

He then made his way to the opposite side of the bed and made himself comfortable. 

You must have been cold with the way you were gripping the blankets. Honestly, he didn’t know why he’d kept blankets on his bed. Being made of fire, he didn’t really need them when he never got cold anymore. He turned to face the wall and closed his eyes. 

Before he could fall asleep though, he heard a faint rustling before you spoke up. “Ace?”

He hummed in response.

“I’m really glad you found that mirror.”

Turning, he blinked sleepily at you. You were already facing him. A smile came to his face. “I am too, I really like having you around. Kinda wish it wasn’t only for a month though, it’d be nice if you stayed.”

That’s where you were conflicted. You couldn’t just abandon your life, although there wasn’t much waiting for you back home. No friends, no family and you’d doubt that you had a job when you got back. ‘Sorry I went MIA for a whole month, I was sailing the grand line with the Whitebeard Pirates’ wasn’t exactly believable. On the other hand, you knew nothing about being a pirate. You had no skills that would prove you a valuable crewmember.  The last thing you wanted was to feel like deadweight.

“I don’t know Ace, I don’t think I have what it takes to be a fearsome Whitebeard Pirate.” You cast aside your worries for now.

“I mean, less than five minutes of you being here you tried to steal from me. I think you’d be fine.” Ace’s smile turned teasing as you flushed.

“I wasn’t- I was not gonna steal from you. I would have put your bag back exactly how I found it-stop laughing at me.” It was your turn to pout as Ace snickered. 

“I’m only teasing, but seriously you have a month to pick up some pirate skills. The most important thing is there's almost no rules. You basically get to do whatever you want. Freedom is a pirate's greatest treasure.”

“Who knew you could be a great sap.” His words did give you some comfort though. Every pirate was different, you just had to figure out what kind you would turn out to be. If you decided to stay.

“Oh there's plenty of where that came from. Now, why don’t we get some sleep?”

The both of you turned away from each other with matching smiles as you fell asleep. The last 24 hours had been a whirlwind of chaos and the chaos would probably get worse the longer you were here. You didn’t mind that much though, as long as it was a good kind of chaos. Maybe that’s just what you needed. Who would’ve thought that the most exciting thing to happen to you would be because of a dusty mirror in your grandmother's attic.

←part three part five→

pairing: portgas d. ace x isekai!reader summary: After inheriting your grandmother's house, you find a seemingly normal mirror in the attic. When night falls however, the mirror becomes a portal into your favorite fictional world and who better to greet you than your favorite character. Can you change his fate or see him to his doom?   tags: isekai!reader, sfw, possible ooc? idk man it’s a fanfic wc: 3k a/n: y'all are so amazing oh my god 🫶🏻. got me smiling at my phone and shit 🤭. might start a taglist for this, so if you want to be added let me know! also apologies for the delay, but i hope it was worth it

Marco had a firm grip on your shoulder as he led you to your doom Whitebeard. The sky was still dark with only the moonlight shining down over you both. You could feel your heartbeat hammering as you both moved through the night. Your anxiety was practically eating you alive. You were about to meet an Emperor of the Sea and you weren't meeting under the best conditions.

You both finally stopped in front of a large door. Marco knocked loudly before entering the room with you in tow. The Whitebeard was sitting at a desk over by the wall. He was huge, you felt like a mere ant with his sheer height. You knew he was massive compared to a normal human, but it was still jarring to see in person. The sound of the door closing and a cough caused him to turn your way and he raised an eyebrow while looking you over.

“Marco? Who’s the brat?” 

The mentioned pushed you forward and crossed his arms as he leaned against the door. “Don’t know. A stowaway is my guess. Found them in Ace’s room with a handful of berries from his bag. They look harmless, but Ace was out cold on the floor when I walked in. They said they could explain so here we are.”

Whitebeard’s face hardened at the thought of harm coming to one of his sons. His gaze pierced through you. “Explain yourself or you’ll be sleeping with the sea kings.”

You felt like you were going to throw up, but it would do you no good here so you pushed your anxiety aside for the moment. “It’s kinda complicated but I promise you I didn’t do anything to Ace. We were messing around and he just fell asleep, I swear on my life. Just wait until he wakes up and he’ll back me up.”

The tension in the room was suffocating. They had no reason to believe you and if you told them where you were from, they’d probably toss you overboard anyways. You feared for your life if Ace didn’t wake soon. 

“That doesn’t answer the question as to why you were going through his stuff or how you got here, yoi.” 

You bit your lip as you thought of what to say. “As I said, it’s complicated. I’m not sure you’ll believe me if I tell you. And I admit that I was snooping, but I should’ve known better. My curiosity got the better of me, but it wasn’t my intention to steal. Honest.” 

Whitebeard’s gaze never left you as he spoke to Marco. “Go check on Ace and see if he’ll wake up to verify.” You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the hulking figure before you, so you assumed Marco nodded. The door shut behind him as he left the room. “Now, I want you to tell me how you got on my ship undetected. None of this ‘complicated’ crap.”

So you told him. Well, about the mirror, not the being from a different world. Finding it hidden away, befriending Ace and going through it, you told him everything. He studied your face as if looking for something. Whatever it was, he found it as he nodded. “Yes, I know all about that mirror.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Wait, you know about it?”

He let out a barking laugh. “It was on my ship was it not? I’ll admit though, it’s been a long time since it was last used.”

“Last used? Does that mean someone from my side came here?”

“It was a long time ago, but yes someone came through. In the end though, she made the choice to return to her home to her family.”

You were trying to wrap your head around it. You weren't the first? Then who was? 

“In fact, you look like her spitting image.” His words caused your thoughts to come to a halt. Your grandmother used to say that you reminded her of herself in her youth. There was no way he was talking about your sweet, old granny though, right?

“Wait. Whitebeard, sir, what exactly are you implying? That my grandmother came here and never told me?”

He let out a sigh. “We both agreed that it would be better for less people to know about the mirrors. It was too dangerous for people from her side to come here. So we hid them and I guess neither of us had the heart to get rid of it. Which is why it was so easy for you and Ace to stumble upon them.”

Everything he was saying made sense. You had never seen the mirror before you found it in the attic. Now that you thought about it, you could recall her wistful face, eyes longing for a place far from home when she thought you weren’t paying attention. You just thought it was for your absent parents, not a fictional pirate world.

This was a lot to take in. One thought occurred to you though. “You’re not gonna like tell me that you’re my grandpa are you? There’s only so much I can handle in a short amount of time.”

Whitebeard let out another chuckle and shook his head. “No, we were just good friends. I offered her a spot on my crew even. If she didn’t have people relying on her then I think she would have taken my offer. That’s why we were such good friends, we shared a love for family.”

You nodded along with what he was saying, that did sound like her. It would have been cool if you were actually related to Whitebeard though. Insane, but cool. Who would have thought that you’d be talking about your dead grandma with an emperor of the sea. 

“Do you also know about-”

You were interrupted by the door opening and a face full of freckles.

The first thing Ace became aware of was a sharp stinging in his nose. He abruptly sat up and furiously rubbed at his nose, nearly colliding with Marco. He didn’t even remember falling asleep. One minute he was goofing with you and the next he was being woken up. Speaking of you, his gaze drifted to the mirror. You weren’t in it but it still reflected your bedroom.

“If you’re looking for your little friend, they're with Pops.” His attention was pulled over to the blond. 

“Wait, they’re here?! Can you take me to them?” Ace practically jumped to his feet. Marco stopped him before he could rush to you.

“Slow down hotshot, I need you to verify that they aren’t a threat.”

“A threat? Did they look like a threat? C’mon Marco they were unarmed and in pajamas. No, they aren’t a threat….except maybe to pillows.”

Marco huffed and threw up his hands in exasperation. “How was I supposed to know?! You were passed out and they were snooping through your stuff,” He gestured to the fallen bag with berries surrounding it. “And you should know in this world that appearances can be deceiving.”

Ace rolled his eyes and adjusted his hat. “You can tell me all about deceiving appearances or whatever later. Can you take me to see them now?”

Marco nodded and led the way to Pop’s room. The night sky was clear, stars twinkling around the full moon. There was a soft breeze that ruffled through Marco’s hair and pulled at Ace’s stampede strap from his hat. The deck was void of life, save for the people on watch. 

They made their way to Pop’s door where they could make out the faint conversation on the other side. Marco suddenly stopped in front of the door and smirked. “You know, Thatch is gonna be ecstatic when he finds out what you’ve been up to.”

Ace groaned and ran his hands down his face. “He’s gonna be so annoying and a pain in my ass.”

“Now you know how we feel.”

“Yeah-hey!”

Bickering entered your ears as the duo walked in. Your conversation with Whitebeard would have to resume later. If there was a later for you here. Warm brown eyes met yours and Ace’s face lit up. “You really are here!”

Marco rolled his eyes as he shut the door behind them. “I wasn’t lying.”

Ace immediately came to your side. Concern flashed across his face. “You’re not in trouble right?” Then he turned to Whitebeard. “They didn’t do anything to me, it was just my narcolepsy. 

“Ace, I’m not in trouble. He knows about the thing.”

“He knows?!”

Marco butted in. “Wait, what did I miss? What thing?”

Whitebeard waved his hand and cleared his throat. “Alright Alright, no one is in trouble and I understand the situation now. Marco, I’ll discuss this with you and the other commanders in the morning. For now, let’s all get some rest.”

Marco sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to get any real answers tonight. On his way out, he reminded Ace of the meeting. If Ace missed the first half of another meeting because he slept in, Marco was gonna skin him alive.

Only the three of you remained. You still had a question though. “Wait, one more thing. Why was tonight the only time I could pass through? Any other time we tried it, nothing went through.”

Whitebeard brought his fist to his chin in thought. “I don’t know much, but for some reason, it only fully works during a full moon.”

The mysterious workings of the mirror would have to remain a mystery for now as you let out a loud yawn. You didn't mean to, but the events of the night were starting to catch up to you. You slapped your hands over your mouth and muttered a “Sorry.”

You got a chuckle from both of them. Whitebeard waved you both off. “We can discuss more at a later date. You two go get some rest.”

As you both made your way to Ace’s room, you stopped to admire the night sky. It took Ace a moment to realise you weren't right behind him and he shot you a questioning look over his shoulder. “You okay?”

You nodded as you breathed in the scent of the ocean. “You know, this is the first time I've ever been on a ship. And I haven’t seen this many stars in a long time. Let me soak it in for a minute, who knows when I'll get another chance when I go back.”

Ace thought for a second. “You don’t have to go back.”

“I can’t just stay here, Ace. I have a life back home.”

He scoffed. “What life? You always complain about work and you have no friends, no offense.”

“Offense taken! I have friends….I just don’t see them often.”

“Whatever you say,” He raised his hands in defense. “I’m just saying you have a choice.”

Did you? Sure, it sounded appealing, but you weren’t made for this world. Sailing the seas with an Emperor? It was a death sentence for you. Not to mention what you knew of their fates. You were brought out of your thoughts by Ace’s hand on your shoulder.

“Just think about it, okay?”

You absentmindedly nodded. You couldn’t bring yourself to say no to him. A smile tugged at his lips and his hand drifted down to yours. Your cheeks darkened but you didn’t have time to ponder as he firmly gripped your hand and started dragging you. “Wha-Ace!’

“C’mon, we’re supposed to be getting rest. Weren't you yawning like five minutes ago? We can stargaze another night.”

“Stargaze?” You laughed. “You wish I’d stargaze with you. And that's if i come back”

“Blah blah blah can’t hear you.”

“You’re such an idiot.”

“Can I be your idiot?”

“Ace!”

You never made it to your bed. Once you and Ace had gotten back to his room, you had realized what a mess you had made earlier. A bunch of random things were sprawled across the floor. After cleaning that up, your eyes could barely stay open. You had both collapsed on his bed and it was oh so comfortable. You knew that all you had to do was to cross a couple of feet to get to your bed, but it was like your body was made of lead. Surely you could just close your eyes for just a few minutes. You didn’t even realise that you fell asleep until the next morning.

The next thing you were aware of was sunlight streaming in. Oh no. You sat up in a rush, blanket falling from your figure. Wait, you don’t remember covering up last night. Ace must have draped it over you. Ace. He wasn’t in the room after a quick survey. Didn’t Marco say something about a meeting?

Panic was starting to creep in. Whitebeard had said that you could only pass through the mirror during a full moon and the next one wouldn’t be for a month. You were now officially stuck here. You were so getting fired when you got back. Sighing, you ran your hands through your hair. You could handle this.

Knocking caught your attention. It must have been Ace. Well you hoped it was Ace or this was going to be awkward. Should you respond? Before you could decide, the door opened just a bit

A wave of messy black hair peeked out from the door. Ace had his hand covering his eyes. “Are you decent?”

 You deadpanned. “No, I’m naked.”

“Even better….wait, are you actually?”

Laughing, you got up and made your way over to him and moved his hand from his face. “You really thought I’d be waiting for you naked? In your dreams, Portgas.”

He pouted. “Why do you have to be so mean to me? I could leave you to fend for yourself, you know.”

“You wouldn’t and you know it.”

“I guess you’re right,” He sighed dramatically. “On to a more important matter….Are you hungry?”

That’s how you found yourself in the mess hall. Curious glances were thrown your way. You’d be shocked too if a newcomer showed up while you were literally in the middle of the ocean. You tried to ignore the prying eyes as you followed behind Ace. Whatever was being served smelled delicious. Your stomach growled. 

Ace laughed. Then his stomach growled and he stopped. He cleared his throat. “You’re gonna love this food, Thatch is a god in the kitchen.”

A large pompadour popped into your vision. “Oh so now you’re singing my praises, you’re lucky if I gave you anything after you used the ‘O’ word.”

“You’re still mad about that? You can’t ignore the truth that you’re getting old-“

Ace was suddenly pulled into a headlock. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence or I’m giving you the scraps for a month.” Ace managed to make a thumbs up with his hand before he was released. The arm that was around his neck moved to his shoulders “Now, why don’t you introduce me to your friend.”

“Oh right,” he introduced you. “And this here is Thatch, fourth division commander and our cook. We don’t know what we’d do without him.”

Oh, this was Thatch. His death would become the catalyst to the horrors of the future. It was an odd feeling being around so many people who you knew would die for the sake of the main storyline. You managed to muster up a smile. “I’ve heard quite a bit about you.”

“Only good things I hope, now why don’t we get you two something to eat.”

Breakfast with the Whitebeard Pirates was oddly domestic. They were like a giant, loud, family. Despite Ace’s wishes, Thatch decided that he was going to tell you embarrassing stories about Ace from the past year. Including the time he tried to use his devil fruit to bake cookies and he burned all of them, Thatch had made him eat the whole batch after. Every. Last. Crumb. Which had gotten Ace a lifetime ban from the kitchen.

As Thatch rambled on, you sat back and admired the scene in front of you. You had only ever had your grandmother for breakfasts like this.  After weeks of lonely meals, it was a nice feeling to have again. A figure on the other side of the mess hall caught your eye and a shiver ran down your spine.

Marshall D. Teach or as you better know him, Blackbeard.

He was just sitting there, having a conversation with his table mates. Nothing that looked out of the ordinary as he laughed obnoxiously. You knew however that it was just a facade. A hand suddenly waved in your face, bringing your focus back to your own table mates. Both Thatch and Ace had concerned looks on their faces, but Thatch was the one to speak up first. “You okay, kid? You totally zoned out on us.”

You shook your head and pushed your plate over to Ace. “I’m fine I uh….I’m just not hungry anymore.” 

Thatch shrugged it off. Ace, however, had followed your gaze over to Teach’s table. He knew Teach wasn’t the prettiest pirate, but he wasn’t a bad guy... well, as far as being a pirate went. So what had caused you to freeze up? He would have to ask you later.

You were feeling conflicted now. You had told yourself you wouldn’t interfere but it wasn’t that easy anymore. Now, you were in the story. If you got your calculations right, you might still be here when it happens. Could you really just stand on the sidelines and not do anything?

No you couldn’t. Maybe if you warned Whitebeard then Teach would never get the chance to kill Thatch for that devil fruit. Ace wouldn’t go on a manhunt that would result in defeat, imprisonment and death. The Whitebeard pirates would remain as one instead of losing their captain. Screw the storyline Sorry Luffy. Right now, these were real people and not characters on a screen or page.

One thing was for certain, you needed to talk to Whitebeard again.

pairing: portgas d. ace x isekai!reader summary: After inheriting your grandmother's house, you find a seemingly normal mirror in the attic. When night falls however, the mirror becomes a portal into your favorite fictional world and who better to greet you than your favorite character. Can you change his fate or see him to his doom?   wc: 1.7k tags: isekai!reader, SFW, trying to keep this as gender neutral as possible, mentions of grief and minor character death? a/n: this is very loosely based on the movie "love across time" i had the idea through a scene on TikTok and watched the movie for a better idea of what i was going to do and this was the result! I wrote over 1k words and them completely rewrote this 🫠

It all started when your grandmother died. Bless her soul, she was one of the few people you had left in this world. Your parents were out of the picture and you had no siblings. Granny was the one who raised you and you were there to keep her company during her last years. You had known it was only a matter of time when she took a turn for the worse a few months ago. In a blink of an eye, your little family of two turned into just you.

The funeral had already been planned. That woman had to have things go exactly as she wanted even from beyond the grave. All of the funeral proceedings had passed in a blur. One moment you were saying your final goodbyes and the next her casket was being lowered into the ground. You felt numb, even if you knew this had to happen eventually. Even though you had other friends, your grandma was your best friend. You didn’t have a clue what you were going to do without her.

You were the sole inheritor of her will. All of her assets, including the house, were now in your name. You didn’t really care for anything except the house. It was home. It still carried her scent and everything reminded you of her. You spent the next few days going through boxes of memories that she had under her bed. A teary smile painting your face the entire time. The pictures proved how much she loved you. You’d miss her for the rest of your life.

There must have been more boxes somewhere. Memory lane had you in its nostalgia inducing grip. The only other place you could think of was the attic. It wasn’t your favorite place. Dust, cobwebs and an interesting smell awaited you.  As soon as you made your way into the attic, you let out a sneeze. You don’t think anyones cleaned up here in years. There were many boxes, mostly filled with old toys, baby blankets and holiday decorations. Old sheet covered furniture was tucked in the corner. 

A glint of light caught your eye. Your eyes followed the path to find a half covered mirror. It was practically calling your attention. You pulled the rest of the sheet off, coughing when a wave of dust flew off. The mirror frame was beautiful. Covered in elegant golden carvings, it was full length and in perfect condition. Why was this collecting dust up here? You wondered if you could bring it downstairs by yourself. Luckily, when you tried moving it, it wasn’t difficult to move. You were able to wrangle it down the attic stairs with ease. The question now was where to place it.

It was too big for the hallway and you didn’t want to move anything from the living room. No other room was a good fit so it looked like you’d be rearranging your room. Weeks of clothes build up had been cleared away and you made space next to your window. The mirror fit snugly against the wall and brought a certain pop to your room. You adjusted the mirror so that the lighting would complement your figure. Once you were satisfied, you decided you needed a quick snack break.

It's safe to say you got side tracked and completely forgot what you originally went to the attic for. You guess that’d have to wait another day because you did not feel like doing anything else for the day. Maybe it was time to pick up where you left off on One Piece. You had left off right before the time skip, having needed a nice break after Marineford. Then your grandma's health had worsened and you just hadn’t gotten around to continuing. A couple of episodes went by before you grew drowsy and started to nod off. 

You woke up a few hours later to a dark room. The tv had turned off sometime when you fell asleep. You got up and stretched. It probably wasn’t a good idea to take a nap so late. Might as well go to your room and hopefully get a few more hours of sleep. As you made your way into your room to get ready for bed, you didn’t notice a golden shimmer materialize across the mirror. So it came as a shock when you passed in front of the mirror and your reflection was not looking back at you. In fact, it wasn't even your room that appeared. There wasn’t anything appearing. It looked like a giant white canvas, as if a sheet was covering it but there was no sheet.

Odd. You chalked it up to being groggy from your nap. It was better than thinking that you were starting to hallucinate. The mirror was tomorrow's problem. Right now, you just wanted to go back to sleep. You only had a few more days before you were supposed to go back to work so you needed to get a bunch of stuff done this weekend. As you were drifting back to sleep, you swore you could hear faint chatter and the sound of the ocean. ‘I thought the tv was off?’ was your last thought before you fell back to sleep.

The Moby Dick was a large ship. Too big to be sent on a scavenger hunt. Having to search all of the storage rooms to find a few measly things was like some sort of punishment. Oh wait, it was.

Ace had ‘forgotten’ to do a report on one of the 2nd divisions' latest missions. So here he was after a stern lecture from Marco, given a list of things to check off for inventory. He was told that he had to complete the list before dinner or Thatch wouldn’t save him any. That jerk. Ace thought it was a waste of time for him but had quickly silenced himself with a look from Marco. ‘Well you should have used your time to write up a mission report but here we are.’ he had remarked while handing Ace the list and walking off.

Well, hours had passed and so had dinner. Ace could hear his stomach growling. There was only one thing left on the list. All he had to do was find some bed sheets for the infirmary. The light in the room was dim so Ace used his devil fruit to navigate the darker spots. Aha! There were some sheets draped over some old boxes. He had taken the sheet from the largest box only to find it wasn’t a box, it was a mirror. How odd for such an elegant looking thing to be stuffed in the back of a storage room. Must have been Izo’s. He shrugged and checked another box that was full of sheets. Nodding to himself, Ace checked off the final box on the list. Hopefully Thatch wouldn’t mind him getting a midnight meal.

Before he left though, the mirror caught his eye again. There was a faint golden shimmer before his reflection shifted. Instead of his surroundings, a bedroom appeared on the other side. Ace tilted his head. “Huh, who knew we had a magic mirror.” He lifted his hand to the mirror but it was stopped by the glass. He was so absorbed in the idea of a mysterious mirror that he didn’t notice the figure on the other side. A shriek rang out and he snapped back to attention and held out his hands.

“Woah woah woah! No need for screaming. I can’t hurt you or anything. Not that I would want to hurt you.” Ace rambled on. He took in the figure who had appeared and his cheeks flushed. You were cute. The last thing he wanted to do was scare someone who was cute. It was totally not cool of him. He noticed that you made no movements and your face was frozen in shock.

Oh god, there was someone in your mirror. It had been days since you saw something odd in the mirror but when you woke up the next morning, it was totally normal. This was not a totally normal mirror. You had come into your room after a long day from work and suddenly a man was in your mirror. The room behind him was dim so you could barely make out his figure even as he tried to calm you down.

You could barely focus on what he was saying but, you could've sworn you've heard that voice before. That voice. It was on the tip of your tongue. You realized he wasn’t speaking anymore and snapped back to attention. “Okay, I’m gonna hope that you’re not real and I’m actually talking to myself or this is a weird dream. Who are you and why are you in my mirror?” 

“Your mirror? I’m pretty sure that you’re in my mirror, not that I mind.” He shrugged and sent you a wink. Unfortunately for him, you didn’t catch it.

“I’m gonna ignore that last part, mirror man. And you didn’t answer my question.” You crossed your arms.

“Mirror man? That's the best you could come up with? You’re telling me that you don’t recognize me? I’m a very wanted man. I’ll tell you who I am when you tell me who you are, shrieker.”

Oh so you had a wanted criminal in your mirror. This was just what you needed. Well, it appeared that he wasn’t hostile. So you told him your name. “Okay you have my name, can I finally know yours and also maybe see who I’m talking to. You have really bad lighting.” 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m on it.” He lit his hand on fire. You gasped in shock. He continued on as if it was perfectly normal for him. As the flaming hand drew near to his face, you could begin to make out his features. He was tall, lean and shirtless. It also looked like he had a tattoo. Wait. Wait. Suddenly it clicked why that voice was so familiar. You knew who it was before you could see his face. This was impossible. The figure was-

“Since you wanna know my name so badly, it’s Ace. Portgas D Ace.”

You could barely make out warm brown eyes and a sea of freckles before everything went black. The last thing you heard was a panicked voice calling out.

THE PROPHECY

portgas d. ace x fem!reader

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You’ve struggled with your powers ever since you ate your devil fruit. It showed when you were unable to save the love of your life from his fate. After the War of the Best, you tirelessly work to improve your control of your powers and find out just how powerful your powers can be. Turns out, having an emotional breakdown was enough to change the fabric of reality around you. Your new reality consists of familiar faces, a love thought to be lost and accidentally entrapping an entire island in your control. Tune into The Prophecy to find out what happens next!

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✦ part one: cards on the table, mine play out like fools in a fable ✦ part two: oh, still i dream of him ✦ part three: but i looked to the sky and said, "please"

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pairing: portgas d. ace x isekai!reader summary: After inheriting your grandmother's house, you find a seemingly normal mirror in the attic. When night falls however, the mirror becomes a portal into your favorite fictional world and who better to greet you than your favorite character. Can you change his fate or see him to his doom?   tags: isekai!reader, sfw, swearing wc: 2k a/n: and here is part 2! thank you for all the love on part 1 <3 i hadn't planned on making this weekly but i may have to keep it like that due to life events

Ace went into a panic as soon as you dropped. He couldn’t do anything but call out to you in hopes that you would wake up. About a minute passed before he saw your eyes begin to flicker open. A sigh of relief passed through him. No one has ever fainted at the mere mention of his name before. “Are you okay? You didn’t hit your head too hard, right?”

You slowly regained your bearings. The figure in the mirror hadn’t disappeared so this was definitely not a dream. He was still shrouded in the dim light, his fire must have gone out when you went down. “I’m okay? At least physically I am. Mentally? Well the jury is still out on that one.” You finally sat up, deciding to stay on the floor instead of standing.

This was real. A fictional character from a fictional story was in your mirror. The more times you said it, the crazier it seemed. It was crazy but it was real. You could make out his figure- Ace’s figure looking around his side of the mirror. He grumbled under his breath when he couldn’t find what he was looking for. “Okay, I’m gonna move it so hopefully you can see me better.” Without waiting for you to answer, he easily lifted the mirror and moved it to a better lit spot.

Finally you were able to see him in his full glory. Everything was accurate from his boots to the hat that covered his head. He looked good. You tried to act as if you weren’t looking at his chest for longer than you needed to. There was a faint smirk on his lips that told you that he knew. Your cheeks grew warm. “So you’re Ace? Like Fire Fist Ace?” 

“Yup! Proud second division commander of the Whitebeard pirates, at your service.” He took his hat off and held it to his chest as he bowed.

A thought occurred to you. Where in the timeline was this Ace? He must have been on the Moby Dick so this must have been before Thatch’s death. Could you- No. It was never a good idea to mess with timelines or whatever was happening here. What if you changed everything for the worse? What if you couldn’t change anything?

“So uh,  you wouldn’t happen to know exactly how we’re talking through a mirror would you? Cause I’ve heard of inanimate objects getting devil fruit powers but I still can’t wrap my head around it.” He began to ramble while plopping his hat back on his head.

“Yeah let’s go with that. I was just gonna call it a magic mirror.” You decided that you weren’t exactly going to tell him that you were from a different world yet. The world of One Piece was definitely big enough that you could make something up. A sudden thought occurred to you. “Oh and it only works at night! During the day, I just have a regular mirror.” The white thing you saw in the mirror originally must have been a sheet or something. Not unlike how you found your mirror.

His face fell upon realizing it was night time. That's the moment his stomach let out a loud grumble. So caught up in this magic mirror business he had forgotten that he missed dinner and had a task at hand. “Shit, I forgot I didn't eat dinner.” he groaned. On one hand he really wanted food but he really wanted to keep talking to you. This was new and exciting for him and had greatly piqued his interest. 

“Well, If you want to go find something to eat. I- I guess that we could continue talking tomorrow?” You offered, knowing better than to keep that man from food.

He beamed at you and rapidly nodded. “That’d be great! I’ll meet you here again tomorrow. Same time?”

You agreed with him and you both said your goodbyes. With a wave of his hand he darted off. He was gone for two seconds before he came back to grab a piece of paper and hurried off again. You still couldn't comprehend that you had just met your favorite character but you were slowly coming to terms with it. The image in the mirror didn’t change so you threw a blanket over it, just in case. You went to bed thinking about the next night, feeling excitement for the first time in awhile.

For the next week, you and Ace talked every night. He had moved the mirror into his room for easier access and less questions from his crew. At dinner, he’d scarf down his food at an all-time high speed just so he could see you- talk to you quicker. Everyone on board could tell something was different with Ace, but they were content with letting him be for now. Well, almost everyone, except Thatch who was the nosiest person ever. Everytime Ace locked eyes with the cook, he was met with a suspicious squint. He tried to wave him off but Thatch was not easily deterred. 

“So, Ace, what’s gotten into you this week? You’ve been taking naps all day- and don’t deny it! You snore! And you seem to perk up anytime the sun goes down along with shoveling food down your throat. My food deserves to be appreciated, you brat.” Thatch had blocked Ace from leaving the mess hall, waiting with his arms spread out.

Oh so people had noticed his behavior. This wasn’t embarrassing at all. “Is a man not allowed to take naps anymore? You’re getting strict in your old age, Thatch.” Ace teased him while ducking under him to get out.

“You little shit! I will find out what’s going on with you!”

During your talks, you had told Ace that you were from a boring island in Paradise. He never questioned you and nodded along to every detail you could come up with. In return, Ace told you that he came from the East Blue and was raised by mountain bandits. Nothing you didn’t already know. There was a fond smile etched upon his face as he recalled his time on Dawn Island. 

As soon as he would mention Luffy though, you swear you could see a shine in his eyes. You just didn’t know if he was going to start crying, ramble on about his little brother or both. So that’s how most of the nights went. You’d both swap stories, although yours were laced with white lies and exaggerations. Obviously he wouldn’t tell you everything. After all, it has only been a little over a week since that first night you two met. It was nice though, having someone to talk to. None of your friends had reached out since the funeral, not that you were expecting them to. They had always held you at arms length. Ace made you feel less alone.

You still didn’t know when he was in the timeline until a few days later.

You had made a comfortable sitting spot in front of the mirror, ready for a long night's worth of conversation. Yeah it might not have been good for you, skipping hours of sleep just to talk to Ace, but you felt like it was worth it. Not everyone got the chance to talk to their favorite character through a magic mirror. You were wrapped up blankets and feeling nice and cozy when Ace burst into his room.

He called out your name with a large grin and plopped down in front of his side of the mirror. “It’s almost time for Luffy to set sail! His birthday’s right around the corner! I wonder how much he’s gotten stronger, not stronger than me though.” He smirked and lifted his arm in a flex.

Oh so this was right before the main story started. You were going to have to decide soon whether or not you’d warn him of the dangers that lie ahead. It was best to push those thoughts to the back of your mind for now. You’d decide when the time was right.

You scoffed. “Uh huh, I bet he could take you. I hear that he's the determined type.”

He jutted his bottom lip out. The fearsome Fire Fist Ace was pouting. “You’re supposed to be on my side. You don’t even know Luffy,” Actually you knew the future king of the pirates pretty well. You’ve watched at least five hundred episodes of Luffy’s journey so far. “But you are right, he is the most determined person I know. I can’t wait to see what kind of pirate he’ll become.” His pout morphed into a smile.

Those words made your heart lurch. Ace only got to see Luffy twice before he died. It was a sinking feeling to know that the man in front of you was doomed by the narrative. He wasn’t just a character now, he was just Ace. Could you really just sit here and not change anything? Maybe…

“I didn’t know you were such a softie, Ace.” You teased, masking the somber thoughts that were going through your head. 

Any other teasing remarks were silenced when a pillow was launched at your head. What the fuck? You held onto the pillow after it fell from your face into your lap. Ace’s pillow? Speaking of Ace, his face mirrored yours in shock. Nothing had ever passed through the mirror before.

“Did that-”

“How-”

You looked down at the pillow and decided to test if it worked both ways. Launching the pillow back to its owner, you stifled a laugh as it struck him in the face. Karma. His look of disbelief shifted into a look of mischief. “Oh it’s so on.”

A game of dodging projectiles broke out. Anything that was in reach went flying back and forth. You both were caught in fits of laughter and smiles. Until Ace dropped to the floor without warning. Shit. “Ace?! That’s not funny.” You were met with silence.

You made your way in front of the mirror and hesitantly reached out a hand. Could people pass through? There was only one way to find out so you pushed your hand through the mirror. Or was it more of a portal?  Your hand passed through effortlessly. Oh shit. This was so cool. You snapped your focus back to Ace. Oh right. With a deep breath, you jumped from your room to the Moby Dick.

Unfortunately, you didn't have time to really let that settle. You rushed to Ace and hovered over him. Oh my god, he was so real. Not that you had doubts, but now you could touch him. He was also dead to the world as a loud snore erupted from him. Wait, wasn’t he narcoleptic? You let out a sigh of relief. At least, he didn't literally drop dead.

Kneeling beside him, you shook him. “Ace, wake up!” He did no such thing and continued to reside in dreamland. You huffed and decided to look around his room. Since you two have been having nightly chats, he's kept it clean. A certain green bag caught your eye. Hopefully he wouldn't mind you snooping. You lifted his head and slid one of the pillows under him. Your curiosity had you ruffling through the bag and bringing out a few coins. Your eyes practically shined. Real berries.

While you were snooping, you failed to hear the soft knocks that came from the door. As soon as you had pulled out the berries, the door swung open and Marco the Phoenix stepped through the threshold. “Just wanted to remind you of the commanders meeting tomorrow-”

He froze as he took in your figure with Ace’s bag and berry in hand. His eyes flickered to the sleeping figure on the ground. Well this didn’t look good. You felt as if you were under the gaze of a predator as his eyes narrowed at you. 

You dropped the bag and stepped away from it. “I swear this is not what it looks like, I can explain.”

“Oh you’re gonna explain alright, yoi. To Whitebeard himself.” 

Oh fuck.

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pairing: portgas d. ace x reader (no gender mentioned)

word count: 3k (i may have gotten carried away)

summary: you noticed something was wrong with the second division commander, then you make him talk about his feelings, and then you make him feel better (with cuddles, get your mind out of the gutter)

a/n: WOOO first published AND finished fanfic. Everybody cheer! of course it had to be for my boy Ace <3. the first of many lol i'm emotionally attached to this man. this fic will deal with a little mental health issues and i want everyone to know rn that you are loved, you are appreciated and you are good enough. With that being said i hope you enjoy! ~anna

tags: mental health issues, brief mention of violence, sprinkles of angst, fluff, sfw

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You had noticed it immediately, the way his usual grin lacked any real warmth and his eyes were a dulled of their usual sparkle. Today was one of those days.