#he used to be a shichibukai like ffs what is he DOING

[rainnbepourin]

i know I'm supposed to like jinbei because he's helped us in the past and luffy likes him so that's reason enough but man. i just can't get over the fact that an old man abandons his crew to join the crew of like a twenty year old basically just because he wants to be with the winning team 🤢

[alice1290]

Read All About It - an Ace/OC Fanfic - Chapter 9

Still working on Kinktober prompts, 4 more to go! But it’s also update Sunday for RAAI, so I figured I need to get this blog caught up to AO3 and FF. 

Lemony goodness somewhere below the cut! ;) 

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Five days. Ace had been fighting for five straight days. Ashina was surprised his narcolepsy had not kicked in. Five days. He was still fighting. Jinbe was too, though. As she watched Ace fight the Warlord, it was no wonder why the Marines had offered him a place among the Shichibukai.

“How long is this going to last?” Deuce asked.

“I would guess whenever one of them keels over.” Ashina’s eyes stayed on Ace as he leapt across the battlefield, striking with a blast of fire that was countered by one of water.

Deuce chuckled. “It does look like they’re finally slowing down.”

Ace waivered on his feet, but remained standing. He was breathing heavy, but prepared himself for Jinbe’s next move. The Fishman took a step forward, but then faltered before collapsing. Ashina cringed as Ace collapsed seconds later.

“Well, does that count as a win?” Deuce asked, making Ashina shove his shoulder as she huffed out a laugh.

“Ace!” Saber yelled, but their captain was down for the count, exhaustion having finally taken over.

The hazy fog and dust from the fight was beginning to dissipate, revealing the massive battleship that was sailing into the bay.

“What’s that?” Saber asked.

Ashina’s eyes widened as the ship crept closer and the captain came into view. The whale figurehead was another giveaway as to the newcomer’s identity. What great fucking timing.

“Where’s the kid who wants to take my head? As you wish, I’ll take you on!”

“It’s the Whitebeard Pirates!” Saber shouted as the rest of Whitebeard’s Commanders came into view, standing beside their captain on the bow of the ship.

Ashina couldn’t believe their awful luck.

“I’m going to fight you single-handedly,” Whitebeard boomed.  

Ashina blinked and Whitebeard was on the ground. His landing shook the ground before he stood in a fluid motion and began striding across the deforested battlefield. He ignored Ace and headed toward the crew. Ashina held her ground, one hand on her sword as he came closer. He didn’t make a move to strike them with his naginata, instead the powerful blast of Haki sent the crew flying.

Ashina stood her ground, bracing herself against the powerful blast, it pushed her a few feet back, but she stayed on her feet. She unsheathed her sword, but Whitebeard turned his head to look over at Ace.

From the corner of her eye she could see Ace wavering on his feet. “Enjoumou!”

The fiery blast cut a circle around him, trapping Whitebeard inside the flames while putting Ashina and the crew on the outside.

“Ace! No! Don’t be reckless!” she screamed. The heat from the flames prevented her from attempting to get closer.

“Captain! Captain Ace, what are you doing?” Saber yelled.

“Don’t be a dumbass!” Deuce added. The rest of the crew was beginning to stand and gathered around where Ashina stood near the raging barrier of flames.

“Run, you guys! Go!” Ace shouted.  

There was nothing she could do against the flames, but she would not run. She trusted him, but she was realistic. In this state, after fighting against Jinbe for five days he was no match for Whitebeard. He could be angry with her later, alive, but once the flames fell, she was going to join the fight.

When the flames did fall, Deuce managed to get a good grip on her arms and wouldn’t let her go. “The Captain would kill me if I didn’t keep the Missus safe, part of my job as First Mate.”

“Deuce he’s going to die.” Ashina struggled against Deuce’s hold.

Ace was still trying to get up, limbs shaking as he rose to all fours.

What came out of Whitebeard’s mouth next shocked the hell out of her and she froze in Deuce’s stronghold. “Still some fight in you?” Whitebeard boomed as he chuckled. “You’re too valuable to let die now, boy. If you still wanna run wild, run as wild as you want on the sea under my name.” Whitebeard offered Ace his hand. “Become my son!”

Ashina groaned. Those were the worst words he could have said to Ace.

“Fuck you!” Ace yelled. He tried to throw a punch, but collapsed. He didn’t attempt to rise again.

“Sorry, Deuce,” Ashina whispered. Deuce let out a “Wha-” in response before Ashina landed a Haki coated elbow into his ribs.

Breaking free of his hold she rushed forward, drawing her sword as two of the Commanders joined Whitebeard in front of Ace. She leapt the rest of the way, closing the distance and landing just in front of Ace. She shifted into a fighting stance and glared at the men.

“Don’t touch him.”

“Gurararara.” Whitebeard looked down at her, as Spade pirates behind her yelled and shouted at her, coming forward in her defense.

“No,” she ordered as they started to rush forward. “Stay there.”

“Gonna fight us yourself, Red?” the man with the pompadour asked.

Ashina didn’t answer, not taking her eyes off Whitebeard as he was the biggest threat.

“Thatch,” he boomed. “Capture her, as uninjured as possible. Marco, take care of his crew. Lock ‘em up separate from the boy.”

“We aren’t going with you,” Ashina sneered.  

Whitebeard laughed again, but otherwise ignored her. “Hurry up, it’s dark and I want dinner.”

“Got it, Pops,” Thatch answered as Whitebeard turned his back and walked away from her.

She wasn’t foolish enough to strike him, but turned her attention to the two men remaining in front of her. Marco moved to pass and Ashina took the chance to strike. Her blow was met by another sword and the smiling face of Thatch.

“Sorry, lass, I’m your opponent, Pops’ orders.”

Ashina struck again. She used her Haki to sense his moves as best she could, but he was quick and unpredictable. She could hear the shouts of the crew behind her, but could not spare a moment for them. The next blow sent her flying back, but she landed on her feet and charged forward. As they exchanged blows, Thatch gave an appreciative hum and then a grunt. “Haki user. Talented woman.”

“Ah!” Ashina yelled, swinging her sword down hard seconds before delivering a jarring kick.

“And fiery, the Rookie found himself a good woman for his crew.”

Ashina moved to dodge his next blow, and realized her mistake seconds too late. His non-sword hand clamped down on her shoulder and forced her down to her knees. A booted foot kicked her sword away and arms pinned her own before she could reach for her spare kunai.

“Woo! How’s it goin’ Marco? What? You didn’t even break a sweat. Pops gave you the easy job.”

Ashina turned her head to see the rest of her crew, hands bound and roped together in a line on the ground.

Thatch bound her hands as Marco replied, “Yoi, thought she was gonna kick your ass there for a minute. Grab the Rookie, let’s go back to the Moby Dick.”

Ashina sat deadweight on the ground as Thatch lifted Ace over his shoulder and then reached down to her bound hands.

“Oh, now come on, lass. I’ll drag you if I have to, but it’ll look better if you walk on board. Or I can drag the Rookie and toss you over my shoulder.”

She glared at him, but willingly stood when he tugged on the ropes again. She followed as they boarded the ship.

The ship was massive as Thatch led her aboard with the rest of the crew. Once they reached the deck where Whitebeard was seated in an equally massive chair, they stopped walking. Thatch dropped Ace to the deck with little care. The weight of his body thudding against the deck made Ashina flinch and glare at Thatch.

The booming laugh caught her attention and she turned to glare at the captain. “Good job, sons. Toss ‘em in the hold. Marco, tend to their injuries. Thatch, keep the Rookie separated from his crew, then see to some food for our guests.”

The binding of her hands was loose, and Ashina took the chance. A quick, burst of armament haki and a sudden jerk of her stiff arms snapped the bindings of her wrist. Her hand slipped to her pouch, withdrawing her kunai before Thatch registered she was free. A strong kick blocked her attack, and she realized with sudden alarm that Marco had seen her attack coming. She struck again and Marco met her blow with one of his own, one that she barely had time to dodge.

“Missus stop!” Deuce yelled. “You’re out matched!”

She could hear the panic in the First Mate’s voice, knew his concern was valid, but she didn’t stop. She had to try, Ace fought so hard for them, she wouldn’t give up. She dodged Marco’s kick, spinning to move in closer and lashed out with her kunai, sending it soaring through the air. His head turned at the last second, the blade grazing his cheek, which turned to blue flames, before the blade stuck in the wood of the ship behind him.

“Feisty woman,” he said, dodging her blows with ease. “Listen to your crew and give up. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Fuck you,” she swore, lunging again with her remaining kunai. Marco caught her wrist, fingers gripping the delicate bone, and his leg swept her feet out from under her in a hard kick. He managed to soften the blow to her knees with the grip on her arm as she fell.

Whitebeard’s laughter rang out again, making her snarl and jerk against Marco’s hold. He let her go, only to shove her back down when she tried to strike, keeping a strong grasp on her shoulder.

“Missus Spade,” Pops boomed, and she turned her head to glare at him. “Your bounty does not do you justice. Most men cower under the presence of my First Division Commander.”

“I’m not scared of you or of him,” she snapped.

Whitebeard’s laughter echoed over the sea and he leveled her with an intense gaze. “I acknowledge that. Marco, throw them in the hold.”

Marco dragged her to her feet, calling out to one of the other men standing around to take the others and follow. “Thatch, take her kunai and sword. Put them with the other’s weapons and locked them up.”

“Got it! Don’t let Red kick your ass.”

Ashina glared at the man as Marco shoved her forward. “Walk,” he ordered.

When she didn’t move, hands gripped her, spinning her around before she was airborne. A hard blow knocked the wind out of her as he slung her over his shoulder. “Stubborn woman too,” he muttered.

“Asshole.”

The quip made the man snort, but Ashina frowned as her eyes caught sight of Ace still laying prone on the deck. She kept her eyes on him until they disappeared below deck. She was proud of his hard-fought fight, of his ever-increasing ability and stamina, but now she worried. Being taken by Whitebeard was not part of their plan. What would happen once he came to?

Marco dropped Ashina to her feet without warning. It was Deuce who caught her before her ass hit the floor. Ashina realized they unbound everyone’s hands and she turned to Marco.

“What are you going to do with us?”

He leveled her with his blue gaze and shrugged. “Figure it out when your Captain wakes up. See what he does. I’ll tend to your wounds first.”

“I’m fine.”

Marco took a step toward her, but Deuce slid in front of her, partially blocking her from the tall, blond-haired man.

“She’s not going with you.”

“She will go wherever I want her to go. However, I mean her no harm. I’m not in the habit of rape. I prefer my partner to be a willing participant.”

“Nice to know,” Deuce snarled. “Still, she’s not going with you. Any wounds she has that need tending can be done here with her crew present.”

Ashina knew Deuce would lose to Marco, was positive the man knew it himself, but still he held his ground. Ashina touched a hand to his shoulder and peered around him. “If you feel the need to tend wounds you created, go get your supplies, otherwise, leave us be.”

Marco smirked at her. “Missus Spade has a sharp tongue to go along with the pretty face. Careful girl, we’re still pirates.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

Marco chuckled. “No, clearly not. I’ll send Thatch down with some food. Go easy on the man, you’ve bruised his ego with that fighting style of yours. You made him work for the win.”

“Fuck off,” Ashina quipped as her captor turned around and headed for the stairs, leaving her and the rest of the crew in the cage of the dimly lit cargo hold.

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Ace hung his head, back pressed against the wood of the ship. Ashina and his crew had come back for him. He was relieved when Thatch said they weren’t dead. He tried to hide how elated he was to hear that she was at least on the ship somewhere.

He tried to ignore Thatch’s next words, “Red put up a hell of a fight after you went down. Talented little spitfire with her armament and observation Haki. Withstood Pops’ initial blow to the crew.”

Ashina… damnit he should have known she’d fight as soon as he couldn’t hold her back any longer. She would never give in without putting up a fight. She wasn’t quick to start a fight, but she always finished one. He wondered if she was injured.

“We’ll show a little good faith,” Marco added coming up to join them. “Pops said to fetch the girl.”

Ace didn’t miss the whine in Thatch’s voice. “I have to go get her?”

Marco just stared at him until Thatch gave in, hopping down from the edge of the ship and waving a dismissive hand. “Fine. Don’t need shackles on the Rookie, but we could use some for Red,” he muttered, walking off.

“We didn’t hurt her,” Marco said, catching Ace’s attention. “If you’re wondering. Most of the crew hasn’t even seen her, just the few that were on the deck when you and your crew were brought on. Pops gave orders to capture her as uninjured as possible. Any bruises she’s got she’s earned herself putting up one hell of a fight.”

Ace scowled, but got to his feet the instant he laid eyes on Ashina. She was dressed in a pair of black shorts and one of her blue tank tops with her hair partially braided back, leaving the rest to fall around her shoulders and down her back. She was scowling, staring daggers at Marco’s back as Thatch walked beside her. She had a few bruises, the dark one on her shoulder stood out to him the most, the shape of a handprint gripping her. They were clearly from a hard-fought fight, but she was otherwise unscathed.

Despite his comment about putting her in shackles, Ashina’s hands were unbound. Her sword was not present at her side however and neither was the pouch that held two kunai and her other assorted odds and ends. Clearly, they didn’t trust her to not turn on them and murder everyone aboard in their sleep. Smart men, he thought, judging by her bruises and the way Thatch whined about retrieving her.  

When her eyes caught sight of him, they widened. She hesitated for a split second before Thatch spoke, “Go.”

She was across the deck in seconds. Ashina collided into his chest, her arms going around his waist as she buried her face into the curve of his shoulder. His arms encircled her waist and he bent his head to inhale her sweet scent.

“Damn, and here I was hoping Red was just a crew member,” Thatch muttered.

Ace flicked his eyes up to glare momentarily at Thatch, but didn’t respond as Ashina’s arms tightened around him. He caught her sniffle and felt the wet trail of a tear against his skin. It surprised him. “Don’t ever do something so stupidly reckless again,” she whispered.

Ace smiled into her hair. “Can’t make any guarantees, Missus,” He couldn’t help but use her nickname, knowing it would both tick her off and make her smile. He could feel her lips curve into a smile before they pressed against his throat.

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It was a sunny day and Ashina was stretched out on the deck, enjoying the warm rays of light. She wasn’t oblivious to the eyes on her, but most of the Whitebeard crew had now seen her with Ace so she didn’t worry. Ace was rather possessive, and it made her smile. If he wasn’t so hell bent on taking Whitebeard’s head still, he might have paid more attention to the fact that she was sprawled out on a blanket in nothing but her black bikini. Maybe it was Deuce, completely clothed and sitting next to her while he sharpened his knife, that kept Ace from worrying. More than likely though, it was the fact that he was still hellbent on taking Whitebeard’s head.  

A large crash echoed in the open air and Ashina cracked an eye open as Deuce started to chuckle.

“Guys he fell overboard!” someone shouted.

“He can’t swim.”

“Somebody, help him.”

Ashina sighed and got to her feet, muttering, “Such a pain in my ass.”

She crossed the deck quickly, springing to the rail before diving into the water where the bubbles were appearing on the surface. God, he really did sink like an anchor, she thought stroking her arms through the water to propel herself deeper. She grabbed his wrist and then began to kick her legs harder, dragging his dead weight up to the surface with her.

Deuce tossed her a rope which she held onto tightly, coating her hand with Haki, and wrapping her other arm around Ace’s waist.

Deuce and Jozu hauled them aboard. When they both hit the planks of the deck Ace sputtered and coughed, a stream of water expelled from his lungs onto the deck.

“You owe me, Flame Boy,” Ashina teased, dripping wet and completely aware of all the eyes on her soaked frame. “I just washed my hair this morning.”

She walked away, snatching her blanket off the deck and heading toward the small cabin that she shared with Ace. They originally offered her a space of her own near the other cabins occupied by the few women on the ship, but Ace didn’t like the idea of her staying anywhere but with him, and neither did she.

Closing the door behind her, Ashina dropped the blanket and snatched her towel from the hook. She squeezed the excess water from her thick hair and wiped off the droplets from her arms and shoulders. She was about to strip out of her wet bathing suit when the door opened. Ace closed the wooden door behind him and gave her a sheepish smile.

“Sorry, Ashina.”

Ashina smirked at him, rolling her eyes. “It’s okay, Ace, just try not to get yourself thrown overboard next time.”

Ace chuckled, and ran a hand through his own wet hair. “Yeah, okay.”

She gave him a smile and untied the strings of her top, letting the fabric fall away. Her smile morphed into a smirk as his eyes widened. Turning her back to him she slid her hands to her hips, fingers dipping under the hem of the black bottoms. She continued to trail her hands down her thighs, bringing the bottoms with her. Ace moaned audibly as she bent over at the waist, touching her toes.

She stepped out of the bottoms and let out a surprised shriek when his hand cupped her sex. “Ace!”

Ace’s arm chest pressed against her back, as she straightened and turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. He shrugged, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Can’t help myself. It’s your fault, you were the one that got naked and put on a show.”

“So I could change clothes. Ah. Oh. Fuck, Ace.” His warm fingers slid through her folds, teasing her, and she lost all conscious thought. His hand was warm and his fingers touched all the right spots.

“You can put clothes on later,” he whispered in her ear before nipping the shell gently.

Ashina turned in his arms and trailed her hands up his chest. She shoved him back and onto the bed. Ace sat, but didn’t lie down, even when she pushed on his shoulder. His hands fell to her hips and he tugged her onto his lap.

She eagerly straddled him and their lips met in a heated kiss. Ace was the first to pull back and he gave her a cocky smirk, his eyes meeting hers as his hands slid down to cup her backside. “I have other plans for the moment.”

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Ashina passed Marco, giving a wave with her free hand. Over the last one hundred days while Ace was hell bent on taking the Captain’s head, Ashina was slowly getting to know each of the crew that they sailed with. With the fading of her bruise, the damage to her ego was also fading as was the anger toward Thatch and Marco. The two Commanders weren’t so bad, and Marco was intelligent, well read, and she found he could carry on a decent conversation. The return of her sword and kunai had won him some extra points in his favor as well.

The First Division Commander nodded, hands in his pockets as he walked back to the rest of the crew. Ashina sat carefully next to Ace, her own bowl of seafood stew in her hands. She was silent, enjoying the last rays of light as the sun melted into the ocean. It was easy to see Ace was having some sort of inner turmoil, so she waited patiently for him to speak first.

He looked young, the setting sun casting a glowing light onto his head. It brought out the subtle copper tones hidden in the dark, wavy locks. Another feature of his mother, she thought, just as his freckles were. Ace told her that Gramps said he got a few of his looks from his mother, and she wondered how much of the Pirate King was really in him. Certainly not his personality, from the stories she heard from her own father growing up. Maybe some of his courage and resilience, but Ace was far from being his father.

Ace’s head thunked against the side of the ship as he leaned back. “What am I going to do?”

“Eat dinner,” she teased with a soft smile. She shifted her bowl to one hand and reached out the other to grasp one of his. “What do you want to do, Ace?”

“I still want to follow my dream.”

“Okay then.” Ashina set her bowl down and climbed onto his lap. She threaded her fingers through his hair, enjoying the sight of him closing his eyes and the little sigh that escaped his lips. “We have two choices, then. We can go, take the crew and sail away. We’ll have made a really powerful enemy, but we’ll go and the crew and I will follow you. Or, we can stay. We can become a part of a huge, hella powerful crew and you can still work toward becoming the Pirate King.”

“We?” he asked, opening his eyes, staring at her in disbelief.

Ashina smiled softly. “We. You and I, and the Spades.”

Ace sighed, looking away. “How can I be King if I’m no longer the Captain of my own ship?”

Ashina shrugged. “Maybe this is just one step of the journey. Who knows, Ace? The way I see it, we have a whole lot to gain by joining a larger crew, and nothing to lose.” She lifted his chin with her fingertips, giving him another warm smile. “You decide.”

“What if I make the wrong choice?” he whispered, gray eyes staring deep into her green ones.

Ashina leaned in to kiss his mouth gently and then smiled. “I don’t think you’ve made a bad choice yet, Portgas D Ace. No matter what you chose, I’ll sail with you.”

Ashina gave a squeak of surprise when his hands wrapped around her tightly and his mouth slanted over hers.

A few men let out whistles along with Marco’s hollered, “Yoi, you two get a room!”

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Ace shivered as something trailed up his side. He cracked one eye open to see Ashina lying on her side next to him. Her fingers brushed back his hair and he gave her a sleepy smile. His arm tightened around her waist, and Ashina snuggled into his chest, as he buried his nose in her hair.

“You always smell good,” he mumbled. “Citrus and saltwater.”

Ashina giggled. “Really?”

Ace hummed, shifting to bury his head in the curve of her shoulder. His nose brushed along the slender column of her throat and she giggled. Ace peppered kisses across her skin before she wiggled in his arms. Her green eyes were bright in the early morning light.

“How’s the back feel?” she asked, trailing one hand down his side, fingers dancing over his ribs.

“Good, I think it’s finally healed up.”

“Let me see.”

Ace complied and laid on his stomach, reluctantly letting her go. He hummed as her fingers gently traced the outline of the large, dark purple and white tattoo. It covered a large portion of his back, but Ace was proud to wear Whitebeard’s mark. He was proud to call him Pops, and be called son in return. He was slowly learning what that word really meant ever since saying yes to becoming an official member of the Whitebeard Pirates.

“All the women will stare at you now,” Ashina teased.

“No they won’t,” Ace replied with a roll of his eyes.

“Yes they will. You strolling around shirtless… I’d stare. K would totally stare.”

He was surprised that she mentioned K, as she rarely brought up anything to do with the Revolutionaries. “Have you heard from your friends lately?”

“K touched base a few nights ago when you were playing cards with Marco and Deuce. They are heading to the North Blue.”

She shivered and Ace chuckled. “Glad to be missing the cold?”

“Hell yes. I get to be snuggled up next to my personal fire.”

Ace rolled back to his side then and pulled her to his chest. She smiled, bright eyes catching his, but they fluttered closed as his mouth pressed to hers. She hummed softly and he deepened this kiss. Ace wasn’t so sure how he managed to find a woman like Ashina, or how he was so lucky to have her by his side, but he was thankful. She didn’t try to hinder his dreams or ambitions like he thought having a significant other would. Ashina traveled along beside him, fought battles with him, shared his bed, and she didn’t care about his father being the former Pirate King. Ace was fully aware that he was a lucky bastard.

Ashina nipped his bottom lip, and he snapped his eyes open to see her staring playfully at him.

“Got lost there, Fire Fist?”

He gave her a big grin. “Sorry, Missus.”

Ashina rolled her eyes. When Ace’s stomach growled, she laughed loudly. The uncontrollable interruption killing the mood.

“Come on, Ace. Let’s go get breakfast. We’ll sneak off later.”

She tried to escape the bed, but Ace pulled her back to him and trailed kisses across her jaw. “Food can wait,” he whispered between pecks.  

Ashina gave a playful gasp of surprise. “What? Portgas D Ace is going to deny food?”

He let out a huff of laughter, and nipped her earlobe playfully. “I’d rather have you for breakfast.” Ace rolled on top of her, pressing her into the mattress. He peppered kisses down her neck and then continued down her chest. He slid further down her body, dipping his tongue in her naval while his hands ventured to her breasts.

Ashina moaned his name quietly when he placed a kiss just above her neatly trimmed curls. He kept one hand on her breast, pinching the rosy nipple between his fingers and enjoying the small shriek she let out. The other hand slid down her side to her leg, which he lifted over his own shoulder. Ace smirked against her thigh as she opened her legs even more for him. He nipped the tender skin at the junction of her thigh and hip, making her squirm.

“Ace,” she breathed.

He flicked his eyes up to meet hers as he slid his tongue from her entrance to the sensitive bundle of nerves. Ashina let out a moan, watching him, as he repeated the motion. When he slid his tongue inside her, probing her gently, she bucked against him and cried out.

Ace moaned, enjoying the taste of her on his tongue as he lapped at her, pressing and sliding his tongue against her sex. He gripped her hip in one hand, pinning her to the bed. Wanting to hear her scream, he pinched her nipple again at the same time he sucked on the little bundle of nerves.

She didn’t disappoint.

“Ace! Fuck, fuck, oh!”

He slid two fingers inside her wet heat, and when he stroked the spot deep inside her she came undone. Ace would never get enough of seeing her so vulnerable with her eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back, and a series of cries falling from her lips. One of her hands fisted in his hair, tugging at the strands, and he moaned.

Ashina groaned at the loss of sensation when he pulled away. He pressed her into the mattress with his hips as he leaned over her to the little table beside the bed. A condom sat on top and he snatched it off quickly before kissing her. They both groaned when she rocked against him, sliding her soaking wet center over his throbbing member.

Ace pulled back, opened the condom and quickly rolled it on and gripped her hips in his hands. He smirked at her surprised shout as he flipped her over to her stomach. She recovered quickly, raising up on her elbows to look at him over her shoulder. She spread her legs for him, tilting her hips to grant him easier access, and he shifted to rest between her thighs.

Ashina let out a soft moan as he entered her slowly. She watched him, but his gaze was focused on his cock as it disappeared inside her tight heat. She was wet and so fucking warm, even compared to his own heat. He dropped his head to her shoulder once he was fully seated inside her. Nipping the smooth skin with his teeth, he covered it with a tender kiss a second later.

When she tilted her head, he captured her lips as he set a steady rhythm. Keeping his weight mostly off with one hand he used the other to push her hair out of the way, revealing the black spade on her shoulder. He pulled away from her kiss to look at the beautiful expanse of her naked back. The red and orange flames licked the curve of the spade and Ace followed the design with his tongue.

Ashina moaned, bucking against him. He caught her eyes and seeing the lust shining in hers, thrust into her harder.

“Ace,” she purred.

He groaned, feeling her tighten around him as he slid partially out of her. A glance down revealed her fingers sliding across her folds. The ‘v’ of her fingers rubbing against his cock with each stroke of her hand.  

“Ah, fuck, Ashina,” he moaned, slowly sinking back into her.  

When he pulled back again, she tilted her hips up slightly and Ace slid deeper, enjoying the better angle. He groaned again, pumping into her faster. He gripped her hip in one hand and slanted his mouth over hers again. With a groan deep in his chest, Ace came, his orgasm exploding without warning. Ashina whimpered against lips, her body trembling before he felt her squeeze his cock, and he swallowed her shrill whine. He continued to thrust into her, her own orgasm seeming to prolong his. He slowed as she went slack beneath him.

He trailed kisses across her jaw and then down to her shoulder. She let out a sigh as he lifted away from her and smiled at him as he stood. Ace let his eyes roam her naked body, flushed and glistening from their lovemaking as she rolled over onto her back. His gaze met her eyes, sparkling with mischief.

“Work up a bigger appetite?” she teased.

[neverwatchedonepiece]

643-644: "Shaking Heaven and Earth! Admiral Fujitora's Power!" and "A Blow of Anger! A Giant vs Lucy!"

Brutal.... :(

Were I to sum up 643 and 644, it would be: unexpected feels and reveals.

The feels came from poor Brutal. It was all going so well! Luffy found a new pal and then, BAM.

The reveals? Well, we have the “return” of Norland from Skypeia, for one thing. Flower Field also seems to be the location for the next Big Showdown. 

The Donquixote Family have also made some moves. Diamante has put Bellamy in an uncomfortable position and an... artistic new character has been introduced. As for Doflamingo himself, he revealed a past working relationship with Trafalgar Law (I knew it! I knew there was something there!)

Oh, and we have yet another ridiculously powerful Admiral. :D

Fujitora is My New Favourite Admiral

This entire scene escalated quickly. It went from Dodgy Dealings to Dragon Ball in the blink of an eye. Not exactly an exemplary lesson in conflict resolution, but I am not complaining. 

Because it was awesome.

Law was understandably pissed off at being duped by Doflamingo. It wasn’t really Law’s fault. He’d planned the best he could with the information he had to hand. Unfortunately, it was just as Vergo had foretold: not knowing about Doflamingo’s past would be Law’s undoing.

Law refused to hand over Caesar. Doflamigo had reneged on his side of the bargain. “The deal’s off!”

Then Doflamingo said something interesting. “Is that how you talk to your boss after ten years of silence?”

Boss? Really?

I freaking knew it. I knew there was something between Doflamingo, Law and Vergo. It was the way Vergo spoke to Law back in Punk Hazard, calling him a brat, acting as if he knew everything about Law, about how he had improved but not enough. Doflamingo treats him in a similar way. Law is from North Blue, a territory in the New World. Dressrosa is in the New World. Was Law born in a territory claimed by Doflamingo?

I wonder what caused Law to go radio silence and desert Doflamingo? It must have been something horrendous. Maybe Law knows Doflamingo a bit better than he lets on.

Whatever the case, Doflamingo was adamant in retrieving Caesar. (Caesar’s starry-eyed moment was hilarious. I’d say he’s totally in love with Doflamingo, but the only thing I’d ship Caesar with is research funding).

There was a quick, “Yeah, I’ve heard all about you” exposition moment. Just to bring any viewers up to speed on Fujitora in case they missed that awesome episode when he sent an unfortunate bunch of fodders to a hole in the ground hell. “You were appointed as  Marine Admiral through the World Military Draft,” Doflamingo said. “I’ve heard a lot about you. They say you’re a monster who wields unquestionable power as well as Ryokugyu.”

First thing: World Military Draft? That’s a new one to me. Was Fujitora plucked from obscurity to become an Admiral through a military draft? Or was he retired in some capacity and they brought him back? Whatever Fujitora’s deal is, I’d be interested in finding out.

Second thing: what the hell is a Ryokugu?

Caesar’s presence at the Green Bit beach was of great interest to Fujitora and his Marines. Fujitora knew who Caesar was, which implies he has been briefed on all the Big Criminals or he does have prior experience working with the Marines. He is also familiar The Way Things Are, as he admitted they couldn’t arrest Caesar if he was working for Doflamingo (the perks of being a Shichibukai). He knows Doflamingo is a nasty bit of work but, as Doflamingo said, he has to be able to prove it. (I wonder if Fujitora is trying to do just that?)

Interestingly, it seemed like Fujitora also tried to throw Law a similar lifeline. Law is still officially a Shichibukai. His movements are crucial to the success of the Marine’s mission. If the Strawhats were working under Law, Fujitora was prepared to ignore the alliance. However, were it an alliance of equals, it would go against the Marines’ interests and Fujitora would be forced to arrest Law.

Law made some quick calculations. His original plan had failed. Even if he selected Fujitora’s Option #1, he would have to take the matter to Dressrosa and that would only make matters worse.

He chose Option #2 and fessed up to the alliance with the Strawhats.

“Welp, guess I’ll have to arrest you!” Fujitora said.

And a beautiful, big kaboom moment happened. Not only can Fujitora fire folk into holes in the ground, he can also crush them from above. A mighty meteorite came screaming down onto Green Bit. Caesar and the Fodders scarpered. Even Doflamingo was like, “FFS, is that not excessive?”

When the smoke cleared, only the three main fighters stood on conveniently preserved pillars of ground (hilarious, classic shounen trope. Love it).

Doflamingo was not pleased. “How did the Fleet Admiral train you, you damned stray dog!”

Fujitora remained supremely unfazed. “Thank you. I just wanted to test your skills. Now I’m going to arrest you, Is that okay, Law-san?” 

He’s such a polite guy. I like him.

But there’s just one thing. Doflamingo wants Law too. I don’t think he’ll let Fujitora get his hands on Law. If that happens, Law might spill the beans (I doubt he would but it’s possible). Then all Doflamingo’s secrets will be out.

The plot chickenz.

Flower Field Rendezvous Crew

Well, I think I know where the Strawhats will reconvene once all the subplots have run their course.

Flower Field is the place to be, folks!

I’m kind of relieved Sanji is back on track again. Once he realised Law was in trouble, he called Franky to update him. I love how Franky was like, “Yo, Sanji. What’s up?” and Sanji was like, “Well, I’m in love,” and Franky just said, “That’s nice. Btw, I think I can find the factory but we can’t just destroy it and get away. It’s a much bigger task than we thought! Oh yeah, and I read the newspaper. Doflamingo sure fooled us!”

Even Franky was trying to steer Sanji back to the plot, lmao.

Then Franky mentioned he was heading to Flower Field with Sol and that Sanji should meet him there to catch up.

Sanji finally caught up with Plot and mentioned the ominous fact that he couldn’t reach Nami or any of the others on Sunny. Franky replied, “You still think she’s weak? Anyway, Brook and Monster Chopper are with her. She’ll be fine!”

I kind of think Sanji had a point here. It’s not about thinking Nami’s weak. It’s the fact she’s not answering the DDM. If I were Franky, I’d be like, “Yeah, something’s not right. Let me try and see if I can get her to answer.”

Violet then exited the plot stage left. Before she ran off, she handed Sanji a very useful piece of intel: a map to the Smile Factory (it’s disguised as a Toy House). Sanji told her to take care of herself and also where the Strawhats’ final rendezvous point is (Western Harbour). I’m still a teeny bit suspicious of her because there is still time for her to be caught by Doflamingo and sell out the Strawhats.

Then Foxfire interrupted (lmao) and announced Sanji had to accompany him to a place called Toy House right away. Turns out that’s where Kanjuuro is also being held.

Am I right to be suspicious about how easily this is all working out for the Strawhats at the moment? I feel like Doflamingo knows what they’re up to and is leading them into a trap.

Norland’s Back!

Oh, how I missed your resplendent, chestnut barnet! That’s two sneaky Skypiea callbacks now (more on that later).

And why has Norland cropped up again?

Turns out he visited the Tontatta Kingdom four-hundred years ago, as a botanist. A crew of Evil Big Humans were destroying the Tontatta Kingdom and Norland, being an Absolute Lad, fought alongside them and helped them defeat the evil Big Humans. 

Usopp, being a smart guy, noticed the statue of Norland and totally took advantage. He had a chestnut-shaped helmet on and claimed to be Usoland, a descendant of Norland himself. The Tontatta people totally believed him and now they’re waiting on him hand and foot.

Robin was like, “Usopp, you are a terrible person,” and Usopp shot back with, “Well, it saved you too!” Fair point, Usopp!

It sort of backfired on him, though, because the chief arrived and announced Usopp’s presence on this most auspicious day must be fate. Why was that? Well, today was the day the Tontatta people vowed to fight the Donquixote Family! At Dressrosa, they will fight. The commander and fellow soldiers of the King Riku Army are expecting them at Flower Field. They begged Usopp to stand at the forefront of the charge and lead them. With Usoland, the Tontatta would be unbreakable!

I wish I could have seen Robin’s face at that moment.

But Flower Field, eh? I wonder if Sol the Toy and the Resistance movement have been working with the Tontatta People to muster up this rebellion? Signs point to yes, since Wicka was super keen for Zoro to take her to Flower Field.

At any rate, that’s Franky, Zoro, Usopp and Robin all headed for Flower Field. I bet they end up caught in the crossfire. So much for remaining undercover, eh?

Not the Worst Installation I’ve Ever Seen

So... Giolla’s a bit of a character, isn’t she?

It’s like meeting Miss Goldenweek’s eccentric art teacher.

To be honest, I think Nami, Brook and Chopper got the raw end of the deal being left behind on Sunny. They’re the first ones to face off against a Donquixote Family member. And one with a pretty bizarre but cool power too.

Giolla’s introduction was pretty cool. Screechy violin harmonics hinted something sinister was afoot. Nami, Brook, Chopper and Momo peered into the dorm and were like, “wtf is this lsd nonsense?”

Then came footsteps; shoes oddly similar to the ones Doflamingo wears (there must be a Donquixote Family dresscode). A cloud of colourful smoke turned the place into coloring book land.

The Strawhats reeled back, horrified. Chopper wondered if it was the work of a Devil Fruit user.

“Bad Taste Fruit?” Brook suggested. (Lmao, Brook!)

The door creaked open and Giolla appeared in all her art-teacher glory.

Nami was like, “Who the hell are you and what have you done to Sunny?”

Giolla shrieked at her to shut up. The goons she brought with her answered Nami’s question. “This is Giolla-sama of the Donquixote Family!”

Uh oh, I thought. This could be a problem.

“I don’t like people with no artistic taste!” Giolla declared. “My soul is swinging. I see an image. My mind is about to erupt! It’s going to explode! An image of liberty and beauty.”

Then she transformed Nami, Brook, Chopper and Momo into 2D versions of themselves. Nami demanded Giolla turn them back, but, interestingly, Giolla countered she would only do that if they handed over Momonosuke without a fight. What is that all about? Hmm... I’m starting to think there is something going on with Momonosuke. Why would Doflamingo want Momo? I guess he was caught up in all the Punk Hazard stuff. Maybe it’s a “no witnesses” situation. Or maybe Momo ate a really good fruit meant for Kaidou and Doflamingo wants to sell Momo to Kaidou to make up for the cool Dragon fruit disappearing?

Whatever the real reason, the Strawhats obviously refused. Negotiations broke down. Giolla attacked again. The Strawhats hatched a plan to lure her away from Sunny but for all Giolla acts like an eccentric art teacher, she is no fool when it comes to battle.

Poor Sunny looks pretty... different at the moment. 

Nami, Brook, Chopper and Momo are also surrounded by Giolla and her goons. Have no idea how they’ll escape but I love how Brook is most concerned about how mad Franky will be when he gets back.

Press F to Pay Your Respects for Brutal

F

Oh, the unexpected feels.

It was all going so well in the Colosseum. Luffy made friends with Brutal Bull when it challenged him in the ring. They had fun for a bit but once Luffy decided it was haki time, the fight was over. To my ABSOLUTE DELIGHT, Luffy did not punch out Brutal or finish him off.

No.

They teamed up! Luffy made a new bull friend! It was so adorable watching them mercilessly mow down the other fodders. They were having such a great time.

Until Hajrudin, the Giant Fun Sponge from Elbaf totally ruined it all.

Brutal accidentally got his horns stuck in Hajrudin’s boot. Hajrudin’s big hammer came down. I gasped. No! Luffy was fine but Brutal had been crushed.

“His little bull back legs. He needs them!” I wailed.

Luffy knelt down beside Brutal and touched him gently on the shoulder. Without saying a word, I knew revenge was imminent and inevitable.You know when Luffy’s eyes shift from one to two circles that shit is about to go down.

Cape blowing in the wind, he stood up, sized up Hajrudin, and executed a haki-filled beatdown worthy of Brutal’s name.

I can’t help but wonder if this scene with Brutal was a sneaky anti-bloodsports commentary from Oda? Maybe if you squint? I mean, instead of torturing an innocent bull for fun, what Luffy did was be friends with the bull; fight *with* the bull. The one who did harm the bull received a Gear 2nd Armored Haki punch right to the face.

I kind of hope Brutal is okay. I have visions of him recovering from his injuries and spending his days trampling people in Flower Field for years to come.

Things aren’t looking quite as simple for Luffy, though.

It seems everyone on Dressrosa is trying to kill him! Diamante slipped Bellamy a note in the Donquixote Family private backstage room. Said note contained orders from Doflamingo: Bellamy is to assassinate Luffy. One last chance at promotion. Obviously, Bellamy is now conflicted about this, as Luffy cheered him on in the ring and inspired him to travel to Skypiea. (I’m leaning towards Bellamy attempting, then regretting and betraying Doflamingo.)

Cavendish Banana is also on the warpath (him fending off Bartolomeo’s food-thieving hands with a fork was hilarious. “MINE. MY FOOD. NO.”) Obviously, Cavendish’s reason for wanting to kill Luffy is profoundly shallow. “Luffy stole muh limelight, wah!”

Bartolomeo said, “Well, my connection with Strawhat Luffy is much deeper.”

I gasped. 

Yes, I thought. This is the moment. 

What is the history here? Because I have watched this show since episode one. I have a goldfish memory but I’d like to think Bartolomeo would have stood out.

But do you know what?

BARTOLOMEO LEFT IT THERE. WITHOUT ANOTHER WORD.

BLUE-BALLED.

FREAKING CLIFFHANGER.

Shaking my head, man. Bartolomeo, you are so rude. Such a meta character.

And by the way, there is also something up with Ricky and Rebecca. Don’t think I missed that little scene. I bet it’s something to do with Kyros. That whole thing about everyone forgetting why the statue is there is so suspicious.