#i have to talk about marcoace

[catgirl-catboy]

I'm not sure how many you have answered already, but for the Fandom Based Ask Game 🎀💕📞🤍

If you think I have only one of these per fandom, you are wrong!

🎀 a ship others like but you don’t?

DR- Naegami. They're too aspec for me to vibe with it, I'm sorry.

AA- Wrightworth, because I only like them when they're toxic af and the fanon removed anything that made them intersting to me. Also Trupearl.

HS- Erisol and Fefsol. If you're not going to acknowedge the toxic dynamics at play, what is even the POINT?

OP- Marcoace. That age gap is a solid yuck from me. You do you though.

Madoka- Kyoko and Mami. Boring! Only holy quintet ship I'm not all over.

💕a ship you’d defend with your life?

DR- Gonta wasn't tricked and Ougoku isn't as toxic as you think it is! If you have issues with Ougoku, you should also have issues with a bunch of other ships most people have no problem with!!! Stop infantilzing Gonta!

AA- Gumworth. Age gap? Boss/employee? Its not like GUMSHOES CANON LOVE INTEREST ALSO HAS THE SAME PROBLEMS!!

HS- Dirkjake. Stop demonizing Dirk here and start demonizing Jake.(only half kidding.) He has gotten away with it for too damn long.

OP- Zonami. They are not mlm wlw solidarity, they are dating and part of the polycule! (also sex repulsed Ace Nami >:) )

Madoka- Kyosuke x Hitomi. More of a Kyosuke apologist kind of deal, but I'm tired of people bashing either of them!!! Kyosuke is a teenaged boy coping with a career ending disability. He doesn't owe Sayaka anything. While in violation of the bro code, Hitomi had no idea about Sayaka's problems, and is entitled to ask out who she wants. (Also, her joke about Sayaka's sexuality makes me wonder if she really knew the depth of Sayaka's feelings.)

📞 a character others dislike but you don’t?

DR- Monaca Towa. The writing did her so dirty, since there's a crapton of textual evidence she suffered the same treatment as the other Warriors. Everyone talks about how she faked a disability, but not how badly she got injured where her family would buy that they paralyzed her, and never got it checked out by an actual doctor. Also she's related to Haji.

AA- Wendy Oldbag. She's funny as hell and I love her.

HS- Equius. Honestly, I side with him in the act 5 meowrails conflict. His concerns that Nepeta is hanging out with the wrong crowd is 100% correct. Is he a bit controlling about discussing it? Yes. But he's 13 and I promise you I'd be worse in this situation.

OP- Don Kreig. How can people say he's a bad villian, when he has one of my favorite fights in the entire East Blue? He's lowkey way more entertaining than Kuro, OPLA should have cut that one instead.

Madoka- Kyubey. Evil bastard man. give me more info on his species, please!!!

🤍 a fandom you’ve only recently discovered?

It takes time for me to get into a fandom, but my most recent fandom is Madoka Magica. If you're curious to what I might join next, I'm currently watching 100 girlfriends, but not really vibing w it.

[eustasskiddsprosthetic]

Hi, I'm sorry. I overshared again.

My ship list is whack but what if Sabo and Marco? Listen, for context, I'm working on a Marcoace thing but that's another story. What if Sabo and Marco sugar daddy AU but Sabo's the sugar daddy!

I really should make it clear what my ships are, huh.

Their first meeting happens when Law introduces Marco to Sabo, the new hotshot surgeon who specialises in making prosthetics.

There's no way this branch other than HQ can afford Sabo, Marco thinks. Sabo knows this, and so he has this sickly sweet smile when he calls Marco baby and gives him his business card. Law sighs like it's nothing. He smiles pleasantly and hopes they can get along.

Apparently, Sabo is Law's replacement as Law moves back to Flevance to do a post-graduate thing. Fun...

Sabo smiles brightly when they meet again in the hallway on a Monday morning. Sabo proudly announces that he had already signed his contract. Marco says a mild congratulations, unnerved.

Sabo then kisses him square on the mouth. Marco laughed when he pulled away. Young squirt's got some fire in his belly, a smart mouth and psychopathic eyes. Marco knew he'd adore this one. It's only a matter of time, really.

They worked together well for the most part. Sabo covers Marco's clinics and follows up with Marco's surgeries. They don't really talk much but the few conversations they shared were polite and agreeable.

Law said Sabo's a friendly and down-to-earth person so that checks out, but Marco had this weird feeling like he's waiting for something. Some opportunity to strike...

A year later, they go on a business trip to a gorgeous place. They stay at a hotel owned by a very sophisticated, mild-mannered man named Iceburg who serves them personally. While Marco's having pleasant small talk with him, Sabo just keeps... staring like what's... with that?

Few nights later, Marco decides to go the bar and get a few drinks. Why not? He's in a beautiful country and half-way to ninety. He had always wanted to try champagne and finally had the time to do it.

The champagne was delightful and foamy up top. Pleasant. Refreshing. Slightly chilled—not bad, what's not to like?

As Marco's quietly enjoying his drink by his end of the bar, he heard some noise. Fascinating. He swivelled his chair by ten degrees and saw him.

A handsome young man with blonde hair tied up in a neat pony tail with a small, misshapen braid. He looked like a fairy from those children's books. He wore a navy blue shirt that flattered a slim, fit figure, a thick belt around his waist and plain black slacks that showed off long, toned legs. His scarred left eye winked at Marco.

Marco smiled. He liked what he saw. And then there's himself in a white shirt and a chubby belly. It's fine, but like-

"I finally have your attention. Lucky me."

Woah, wait. You look awfully familiar.

"What are you drinking?" He said. Marco frowned. Was this really Sabo? Marco only recognised him by his scrubs, surgical mask and spectacles. "This isn't that nice. There's a nicer bottle I recommend."

"You look like you'll have expensive taste," Marco said.

"I don't deny that," Sabo said. He called the bar tender and ordered another round for them both. Sabo tended to his hair while they waited. The drinks came and he continued speaking in that cool tone of his, "Actually, that's related to what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Cheers, doctor."

"Oh!" Sabo apologised for getting ahead of himself. "Cheers!"

They clinked glasses.

Marco drank a bit more and praised the clear, smooth flavour. Sabo looked at him with uncanny seriousness.

That's when he straight up said it, "Marco, are you interested in a sugar Daddy?"

"I'd rather not be one," Marco answered.

"No, would you like one?" Sabo clarified.

Marco thought they're both drunk but no Marco felt sober.

"What's the catch?" Marco said. He realised Sabo's keeping a respectable distance between them. "Do we have to have sex?"

"Not really, if you don't want to."

"Then what do you get from this?" Marco took another sip.

Sabo looked thoughtful. He smiled pleasantly, widely but not wide enough to be sincere. "I get the joy of showing a country bumpkin the finer things in life. I like to splurge on nice things, so why not share it with someone who likes it too."

Marco figured, "Why not?"

And splurge he did! The next morning, Marco woke up to a light knock on the door. Marco let them in.

First order of business, breakfast. Sabo ordered Marco a breakfast of freshly-baked breads of various types, jam and butter, paired with a basket with fruits covered in a thin film of sugar syrup. Marco liked simple foods done well. How did Sabo know? Was he that obvious?

And then there's a box of luxurious chocolates. Most were also simple, milk chocolate with a molten inside, but then there's other 'exotic flavours' like durian, sea salt and pineapple. Marco liked pineapple. It's a bit tangy and refreshing.

After that, according to the server, Sabo insisted they go on a little ride on a gondola boat in the mall nearby.

There, Sabo was ten minutes early, waiting by the entrance. Marco recalled liking Sabo for always being punctual to surgeries. It amused him to think that this casual date was just as important as that.

"Good morning!" Sabo waved him over. "Let's go, shall we?"

Sabo got on the gondola first and extended his hand to help Marco in. Sabo looked nice in a white dress shirt and grey slacks. He wore a studded watch and got his nails done. He had piercings and combed his hair neatly. Marco grew sheepish at his relatively casual outfit.

"I don't mind," Sabo said. "If it's a problem, we can go shopping."

Marco smiled. Asking him out on a second date so quickly, huh?

"That's nice. I need to buy a new suit."

"I'll buy it for you. Have you forgotten?"

Marco laughed. He really did for a moment. Sabo forgave him. The boat ride was smooth and gentle and the highlight of it was this gorgeous indoor waterfall. The roof was made of glass, so we could see the water swirl around up there. The sun made the water shine.

"It's beautiful," Marco chuckled.

He could feel the mist from the waterfall on his hand. The boat rocked a bit by accident. Marco laughed good naturedly. He thought it's rather funny to drown here. He didn't say it to Sabo whose facial expression made him uneasy.

"Y-yeah?"

Sabo smiled mysteriously. "It's worth it after all. I'm happy."

Right, Marco remembered that this ride fifty bucks. Everything Sabo gave him earlier costed money, real money he worked hard for. Sugar Daddy act aside, Sabo's still an intelligent, sharp, gifted surgeon and prosthetic engineer, even if distrustful. What's his end game?

Even if Marco wouldn't say no, why would Sabo waste his money so liberally? That bugged him. Marco had always been frugral.

Still, it seemed like Sabo's serious about buying him a new suit. Sabo texted him to meet him in the same mall the next day. Marco decided that, for once, he'll match Sabo's freak and wear a nicer shirt.

Wrong. Outdressed again.

"Hi! I see you do indeed have more than casual wear, I guess we're not a lost cause."

"Compared to you, I still am."

Sabo's shirt had pleasing ruffles and he wore a tanned trench coat. Marco didn't even tuck his shirt in. To a certain extent, Marco thought Sabo's being pretentious.

"We're going shopping," Sabo explained. "I like to call myself a connoisseur. I know what's 'in' and what's 'out', you see. Do you have any preferences?"

"I like being comfortable," Marco said.

"I can tell," Sabo said. "That's not a difficult condition to meet."

The first store they went to was a men's suit store. It's a luxury store, Marco could tell, and they displayed their bags and shoes neatly on little shelves on the walls. Arm around Marco's shoulder, Sabo greeted the shopkeeper and climed he had a 'reservation'.

"Luxury stores tend to do this," Sabo said with mild annoyance. "That's the only way to get their best service. It's networking, baby. Leave the bullshit to me and enjoy yourself."

Sure, Marco thinks. Why not? Sabo put his hand on his back and sort of pushed him forward. Sabo's strong. Marco's coloured impressed.

They went upstairs, where indeed there were more products than downstairs. Shirts, blazers, even some jewellery. Marco looked at whatever Sabo's wearing now and realises that Sabo's covered head to toe in their drip. It's amusing. Sabo pouted when Marco laughed.

"What?"

Connoisseur my ass. "You like this brand. Even your 'nicer' clothes from the hospital are from here. I recognise a few shirts here."

"I- So what?"

Sabo getting defensive, while strange, was adorable. Marco let it go. Maybe Sabo had a sentimental attachment. Maybe that's what Sabo bought with his first fat pay check after working here last year. Sabo did start wearing nicer things to after the second month or so.

Marco tried on various things and found that none of them fit him. Marco wondered what made him think otherwise. Was it Sabo's confidence? Was it the advertising being 'inclusive'. No, rather than think, it's hope. This meant something to Sabo, didn't it? But what?

"What's wrong?"

"Uh, I'm not sure how to say this delicately."

"Then don't. Be honest."

"I'm too fat and hairy."

Marco laughed cynically. He knew he should work out and lose weight considering his age but alcohol was just too good. Marco glanced at Sabo and saw that his waist was slender and pretty.

Sabo frowned. "That isn't a problem. Is it supposed to be?"

Marco seemed unsure of what to say. Sabo sounded so serious too. Sabo glanced down and was surprised to see that Marco had a chubby belly. Marco wondered what he thought before this.

Sabo gave nothing away. "We'll go somewhere else. This isn't the only branch, or the only store out there."

"Don't you find it unattractive?"

Sabo shrugged. "More to love."

Later that night, Marco finds Sabo in the bar by chance. Sabo, being a bit tipsy, invited Marco to sit on his lap. Marco sat by the empty stool next to him. Sabo giggled and bought Marco drinks.

"How expensive is this stuff?" Marco said.

Sabo laughed. "Don't worry, baby! Order whatever you want!"

Marco tried to ignore the slight edge of desperation in his voice. Sabo's drunk, after all. Marco ordered a cocktail and got a pretty pink drink with a parasol in it. He and Sabo clinked glasses and drank.

"I'm sleepy," Sabo announced to Marco.

"Do you want me to take you back?"

Sabo looked excited. "Are we-"

"No," Marco said indulgently. "Not when you're drunk."

Sabo pouted and shook his shoulders like a spoiled princess. He's so young. With the way Sabo does his hair nicely, how he always makes sure his shirts were ironed, Marco had a strange feeling that he's pretending to be grown-up.

Sabo still had the childlike sparkle in his eye when he smiled. He still gets easily distracted by shiny things. He still likes candy, even if he tried to look apathetic towards it every time they walked past snack stores in the mall.

Marco sighed, "Why do you want to be a sugar Daddy? I don't think I've asked this before."

"Oh!" Sabo said, oblivious to Marco's thoughts. Yeah, he's gone. No 'adult' should drink this irresponsibly. "I like spending money!" He giggled. "I like buying things but I bought too much already!"

"So you decide that you should waste money on me?"

"It's not wasting!" Sabo whined. "It makes me happy!"

Marco frowned and put his drink down. Sabo's smile faltered a little but it's no less brilliant and sparkling.

"What do you want to achieve?" Marco knew Sabo's shrewder than this. He can't be so foolish, right? "I'm not 'poor'. I'm not attractive. You know you could get with a supermodel, or a celebrity, or another hotshot on your own merit. You have the connections and charisma."

Sabo's pout grew. Was he even listening?

Be honest, huh? Marco sighed tiredly and said, "It seems to me that you want to buy my love. Am I wrong?"

Sabo laughed. It seemed that Sabo knew that he's in no condition for a serious condition as he got off his stool and took his blazer with him. The bartender looked horrified. Marco paid for them both immediately and ran after him.

Marco caught Sabo who stumbled a bit. He stopped smiling when he heard Marco ask if he's okay. He rested his head on Marco's shoulder and mumbled something, under the impression that Marco wouldn't hear him. Marco heard everything despite himself.

Marco heard the words 'you' and 'love'. Maybe he's projecting? The prospect of a cool, confident and handsome young man liking him back was too good to be true.

Maybe Marco would piece it together when he's in a better mood. But for now, he'd focus on hauling Sabo back to his room.

The magic had to end at some point though. Sooner rather than later, they're on the car to the airport back home. Marco rented a car and Sabo agreed to sit in it. It's like a prince sitting in economy. It looked strange and disconcerting.

"How do you find the trip, Marco?" Sabo asked kindly, soberly.

"It's fun." He turned to Sabo and smiled. "Great company."

In the car, on the way back to their real lives, Sabo gave Marco a dark, heavy look when they pulled over at a red light.

"You're a good man, Marco."

Sabo smiled and leaned in closer to the driver's seat. "You're a brilliant doctor but you're not a dick about it. You treat people well and you're lovely to talk to. Quite frankly, I'm obsessed with you."

Sabo then kissed Marco's cheek, little by little. Marco's self control slipped away little by little. Sabo's scarred cheek produced this beautiful friction against Marco's facial hair.

"If you're my baby, Marco, I'd do anything for you," Sabo said. Marco felt his heart sing. "Anything at all, baby. Anything at all."

Marco groaned.

"What would you do, Daddy?"

"I like the sound of that," Sabo said sweetly. He got on his knees and pushed Marco's knees apart as best he could. He sings praises for Marco's fat cock and thighs. He leaned in, opened his mouth and took it in one mouthful.

"Daddy'll make his baby happy, even if it means humiliating himself."

Marco grunted.

"I might be younger than you," Sabo said. He shoved Marco's cock up his throat and sucked harder. He grabbed Marco's stomach and held on tight. "But I know how to please a man, especially one as handsome as you."

"Fuck!"

"That's right, baby. Let Daddy hear everything. Good, boy, so good for Daddy, let me hear you scream."

And Marco did and more. Sabo licked up all of Marco's cum, making sure not even a single drop gets wasted. He smiled widely as he did so, careful not to let his canines bite down on Marco's dick too much.

Once Sabo cleaned him up, Marco gazes down at him and sees Sabo fake a catty smile. It's wide and cocky but he sees his reflection in Sabo's eyes. He noticed Sabo hugging him for a bit longer than what's appropriate for a one-night stand.

Marco shook his head. He held Sabo's pretty face in his hands and kissed him. Sabo let Marco take control without much of a fight. So Marco heard him right after all.

I'd rather you love me for my money than not at all.

[onepiece-polls]

I'm really laughing at the people voting shuggy (not canonically brothers) over acesabo (canonically (chosen) brothers) and lawlu (age dif 7 years) over marcoace (age dif 23 years) and sanpu over kaidomomo 😂

Anyway, Im ready to defend any one of these options 😂 (I've only seemed to have lost 1 follower so far 🥳)

Also, new poll, because I'm having way too much fun with this. Ships that weren't includednfor various reasons, but been talked about in the tags:

Concept for the next shipping tourney: "Problematic Ship Tournament".

Lmao 🤣🤣🤣 but would we vote for our fave or for the one we think is most problematic?

[phoenixkaizen]

Marcoace 20 please for the mini fic (if you're doing it ) (also in sending you some sleep)

Always coming in and giving me prompts! Here you go! I hope you enjoy!!

20. things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

The day hadn't exactly gone as it was planned. They had raided a few ships, gained another ally, encountered some Marines. People knew just how to get under Ace's skin apparently. It had worked in the Marines' favor as they were able to shoot him through the right shoulder with a sea stone bullet. It had been a long time since he had felt pain ever since he ate his Devil Fruit but that had hurt.

It had been Marco who had gotten to him. Luckily, the bullet had been through and through and no significant damage, so Marco was able to heal most of the injury. Ace was stuck with his arm in a sling for a while until the rest of it healed up. With his powers and the help of Marco's, it wouldn't be long before he was out of it.

He had just gotten released from the infirmary by Tate. He had been given strict instructions to head back to his private quarters and to get some more rest. Whitebeard had even made it an order, even taking him off of his Commander duties until he was fully healed. He was not pleased with that one. The others never were taken off of duty if they got injured. Sure, they weren't shot by a sea stone bullet and were left a bleeding mess in the middle of the street, but still it bugged the hell out of him. It wasn't exactly fair.

He pouted as he started through the Commander's hall, stopping short of his own door as he heard, "He's fine, man." It was Thatch's voice inside of Marco's room. He knew he should leave the two alone. That he shouldn't be listening in, but his curiosity was spiked.

"Thatch, I could have lost him today." Marco stated. Ace felt his heart practically stop. It had sounded like Marco had been crying.

"We didn't." Thatch replied, "Not our Ace. He's too stubborn for that."

He heard a scoff from Marco as suddenly Ace found himself filling with guilt. His actions had caused this. He stood there, clutching at the sling on his arm as he gritted his teeth. "Thatch... I fear one day, he's going to do that same thing and we're going to lose him forever. I would rather die than let that happen."

"Ace might be stubborn and he might run into action without thinking about it... but he wouldn't allow himself to be killed." Thatch continued.

"He has no regards to his own personal safety." Marco shot back immediately. Ace choked on the air in his throat, placing his back against the wall while he tried to will himself to breathe. "He's strong. He's brave. He let's no one talk bad about any of us. He just doesn't... back down. Even in the face of death."

"Why don't you talk to him?" Thatch questioned.

Marco laughed for a second, taking a moment of silence before he was muttering, "As much as it kills me... it something I love about him. I could never tell him what goes through my head in those moments. There's no changing it. It's just who he is and I love him for him."

Ace felt the tears come to his eyes, but he felt a smile slip onto his face before he was moving silently away from the door and back towards his own room. He never heard that conversation. That was between Thatch and Marco. He was never there.

[wordsdrippinginink]

marcoace, mutual pining and one of the slips and calls the other a pet name on accident and it devolves into pet name chicken

"Ace, starlight," Marco pauses, swallowing hard before pushing forward. If he refused to acknowledge what he said then it wasn't real. "What are you talking about?"

"Haruta's birthday is coming up," Ace says slowly, eyes narrowed. "I'm not sure what to get for it. You know how Haruta gets, always complaining about having too many of something or thanking you to your face and then regifting it to Jozu two days later, who always gives it back to you even though he feels guilty about it."

"And you want advice? Or to complain?"

Ace snorts, grinning as he leans in closer, "Darling, if I wanted advice? I would ask Balmenco. We both know that Haruta regifts your presents at the party to whoever is closest."

"I can't believe you would say that," Marco mutters, ignoring the way his throat gets tight and his heart stutters in his chest. It didn't, couldn't, mean anything. The pet name was just in response to his own slip up. "To my face, none the less."

"Don't worry, I still love what you get me for my birthday, sunshine."

Marco ignores the sound that Thatch makes from behind him, smiling easily as he relaxes. It's another game, Ace has played plenty of them since joining the crew. And if Marco got to enjoy being called harmless pet names because of Ace's competitive nature, he wasn't going to complain about it.

"I'm sure you do, sweetheart, that's why you never use any of them," Marco teases, biting back the urge to laugh as Ace flusters. "It's okay, we both know that you want to keep them safe from the others when they try and pay you back during the prank wars."

"Well they are from my favorite person, my heart, how could I possibly allow them to be damaged?"

Haruta is laughing somewhere behind him, Marco can hear him demanding that they pay up, a bet of some kind. He's going to have to find out what it's all about later, probably from Izou, who sounds like he's losing. Or Jozu, who sounds like he's currently taking all of Haruta's winnings.

"Angel, we both know that you use things you love, you don't squirrel them away where they can't be damaged," Marco smirks, lifting one of Ace's hands up and pressing a kiss to his hand. "Better luck next time."

Ace blinks slowly, face red before he leans forward, free hand curving around Marco's cheek, "Oh, my love, you haven't won anything yet."

[blazedfists]

》♤Admin Info♤《

Hello everyone! Admin here to give you a little information about me and about this blog!

I do role-play, but I am over the age of 18 so if there's a chance anyone wants to write, I ask that you be over 18 as well to avoid making anyone uncomfortable.

I tend to write in third person POV for everything, be it role-play or posts on here. I try to avoid first person as much as possible unless I'm actually talking out of character.

Ace is going to have a lot of head canons about him and probably be slightly out of character from the show. All I ask is that you respect my views on him. I can understand disagreements but there's no need to be rude about it.

My main ship for Ace, is MarcoAce, not saying I'm not willing to try other ships but for the main moment, it them. As for this blog? It's specifically for Marco and Ace. I have another account for other ships.

I do have discord and would honestly prefer to write on there if you want to role-play because it's more likely I'll see the notification. However, we should probably chat first and see if we vibe together to avoid any uncomfort.

I'm fine with Canon based writing or AUs. I'll be doing a lot of writing prompts I've found for these two and some of them will be in a different AU setting.

Also! Admin-chan does have a job so I'm usually busy until later in the evenings. If I don't reply to you right away, I'm probably at work or sleeping. Please just bare with me.

(Will probably edit this later)

[mrskisaki]

Can I just like, talk about my oc real quick? Her name is Artemis and she has 5 girlfriends (Bonney, Perona, Shirahoshi, Rebecca, and Vivi) because she's great. I can't draw but I write. However, the only fics I have published are of Artemis and Vivi, but I've got one with Artemis, Bonney and Perona in the works (it's got like 6k words and also side Marcoace) (also she's dating all three other girls too but they're not actually in the fic). Anyway, sorry if you don't care I like rambling about her.

- @op-trash

Lmfaooooo 5 gfs??? She sounds like me 😩

Lol it's okay, I love it when yall ramble to me 🥺👉🏼👈🏼💞

[midnightluck]

Never done this before, but I love your writing and I just saw your post about prompts and wanted to put one in if that's ok? Maybe something MarcoAce with Marco being somewhat infatuated by shiny things(I just like the idea of him having random funny bird instincts) and him getting incredibly distracted by Ace wearing some kind of shiny new jewelry? Please and thank you!

“Ah, be a littler gentler, okay?” Ace says, making a face and leaning in closer.

“Don’t be a wimp,” the little girl says to him and tugs on his hair harder.

“Okay, but maybe we could just–”

She pinches off the braid with one hand, digs the other into his hair, pulls his face down to hers and informs him, “Beauty is pain. Now shut up and let me make you pretty.”

There’s a whole lot of barely muffled noises around him and Ace ignores them all. “Yes, princess,” he says instead and bends his head obediently closer.

The sigh of exasperation she makes is loudly long-suffering. “You tilt your head away for a braid. I need the tension.”

“Right, tension,” Ace says and obligingly tilts his head away. Tiny deft fingers go back to work, threading unnamed and potentially horrible things through his hair.

“Here’s those beads Izo promised,” Vista says, dropping a hand on Ace’s shoulder and a bag in his lap. “Way to be a good sport, Ace. Better you than me.”

The little girl looks up at him primly and says, “You’re next.”

Ace grins viciously up at him for a second before managing to tone it down. “Beads,” he says, holding out the bag like it’s a peace offering.

She takes it, pokes through it, and pulls out some shiny metal shapes. “These are charms, not beads.” She’s not old enough to have the vocabulary for it, probably, but he can hear the unspoken you philistine clearly anyway.

He accepts this without question because that’s what you do with kids. He’s the designated child distractor on the Moby Dick for a reason, and that reason’s name is Luffy. “Why are they called that?” he asks instead.

And she’s off on a rambling story about fairy spells making things into metal with magic charms. It involves a lot of backtracking, very little logic, and a surprising amount of sound effects. He listens intently as her fingers move deftly in his hair and makes gasps at all the right places.

“–and the princess saved the day and went off to live with the fairies and be queen of everything,” she finishes, then pats him on the entire face. “You’re pretty now.”

She says it with such sincerity that he grins at her. “Thanks. I’ve always wanted to be as pretty as you.”

“Oh,” she says, blinking up at him. “No, I’m still prettier.”

“Of course you are. Hey, didn’t Vista volunteer to go next? Where’d Vista go?”

“I’ve got him.” Thatch says, appearing with a protesting Vista dragging his heels behind him. “And also Izo sent some nail polish.”

She gasps and Ace scoots away doublequick, just as Thatch kicks Vista in the back of the knee and forces him to sit down. “Here, there’s a bunch of colors–”

He makes his escape, heading over to where a small knot of Commanders are talking, and his hair clicks and clings the entire way. It’s not stealthy by any means, but it’s not unpleasant either.

“Hey,” he says, inserting himself into their conversation when they acknowledge him. “We find her family yet?”

“Think so,” Haruta says, waving a sheet of paper. “I sent Hikeki out to check; we should know soon.”

“Great, good to know.”

“Love the new do, by the way,” Haruta tells him, gesturing at his hair.

There are a lot of things is Ace’s life he is embarrassed by. Making a child smile is not one of them. He lifts his chin, fluffs his hair with one hand, and says, “Thanks. I’ve been reliably informed that I am now pretty.”

“The prettiest,” Haruta agrees, then elbows Marco in the ribs. “Don’t you think?”

Ace turns to Marco, who’s been remarkably silent so far, in just enough time to see his eyes snap down to Ace’s face. “Uh, yes, yoi. Sure.”

“Does it not suit me?” Ace asks, frowning. He fingers one of the small braids near the front and lifts it; there’s a shiny wire in it and a small gold feather charm at the end. “I kinda liked it.”

Marco makes a noise that’s sharp and short and just this side of a squawk, and then he tucks his hands behind his back, takes a deep breath, and says, “It’s–nice.”

“Mmhmm,” Haruta agrees, grinning and reaching out to flick the feather charm. “Very nice.”

“Oh. Thanks then.” He looks at Marco, who is staring back at him, eyes wide and shoulders twitching. “Uh. She’d probably do yours, if you wanted…?”

Haruta breaks first, laughing and throwing an Arm over Ace’s shoulders, shaking him back and forth in place so the charms tinkle. Marco twists his head sharply away and makes a huffy, oddly light noise, then stalks violently away across the deck. “Don’t mind him. He has a thing about shiny things.”

Distantly, behind them, there’s a loud fwump of hot air and a frustrated caw, and Ace looks back just in time to see a phoenix taking flight.

“Uh–I can take them out,” Ace says, fingers playing with the feather charm still, and Haruta leans even more weight on him.

“It’s cute that you think that would help. Nah, s’cool. C’mon, wanna see what she’s done to Vista’s nails?”

Absolutely he does, and he lets Haruta draw him away, but not before he casts one last glance skyward.

[xamaxenta]

More soft marcoace stuff bc I love themmmm

Ace notices after a while of them being together that Marco tends to spend more time than usual in his Phoenix form whenever hes stressed/anxious/overwhelmed/overworked/just having a bad day- it's easier to avoid small talk when you're a bird, and easier for marco to defend himself or those he loves if they fall under attack, or if someone is just annoying him the Phoenix has much less qualms about just squawking angrily in someone's face. Ace notices that Marco's spent the majority of the day in bird form, and when its finally time for them to turn in for the night, ace makes his way to Marco's room and softly knocks on the door. Marco's perched on the edge of the bed, still in his bird form, feathers ruffled, talons fidgeting with pent up stress. Ace brought a peace offering snack, just a bowl of seeds and nuts and berries, things he knows the Phoenix likes, and he sits patiently on the bed next to him as Marco pecks away, and when hes finished Ace motions for him to come closer so they can snuggle. Marco eyes him hesitantly, gives a questioning little shake of his wings- silently asking if it's ok for him to stay transformed like this. It's okay, ace tells him, just be yourself, whatever that feels like right now- and the next thing he knows hes got a lap full of very happy bird. Marco sprawls over him, cooing contentedly, resting his beak against aces neck to feel his pulse. Ace gently strokes his feathers, straightening them out, and marco melts under the attention. Marco drifts off, finally calm after a hectic day, and Ace can't help but conk out shortly after. When he wakes marco is curled around him, feathers nowhere to be seen, snoring softly with his head pillowed on aces chest and looking more relaxed than he has all week <3 (I'm sorry this is so long and rambly I'm just insane about them and I have no one to share with 😅😭)

THIS IS SO ADORABLE WH

Thank you for being insane about them and for sharing with ME bc i love them too much

Ace would never turn Marco away if he wants to remain in phoenix form, if that’s what makes him comfortable and keeps him sane and decompresses him then why not? The part about being a phoenix and having an excuse to be nonverbal is so cute but also has a potential to be super funny considering Marco can project his voice normally when fully transformed

But i like to think it takes conscious effort to do that, so its why no one has questioned it, besides its always uncanny to see a gorgeous bird hanging out and then its beak opens and this dudes voice comes out no lip sync nothing like thats probably wild af to see and experience

Also Ace LOVES how soft n light Marco is in phoenix form, NOW HE can put his arms around him all the way

Not that Marco doesnt try with his magnificent wingspan but Ace takes feathers to the facr and merges through the flames by becoming fire himself

Lidsten… lissen… listen… the way that Ace can actually merge physically with Marco is legitimately the most romantic thing ive ever encountered for a pairing ive enjoyed it consumes my thoughts constantly its so intimate yet can be platonic and purely emotional and personal to them

I loveeeee

[tsukihotaru]

ASL Modern AU Idea

This idea had been stuck in my damn head for at least a week. So I’m gonna share the idea with you all! (This ended up being a long ass post I’m so fuckin sorry lmao. Some stuff in this story I was given small ideas from other things I have read) Super sorry for the word dump!

I’m not saying this is an amazing idea, just something that I wanted to share.

Disclaimer: I know absolutely jack shit about child services and foster homes. So this will be purely like... my imagination. This story is very undeveloped in a lot of parts. And it also gets very heavy when we start talking about Luffy’s foster home life, (abuse and near death) so you’ve been warned.

Concept: The ASL trio were raised with Dadan, who was en ex-criminal. Garp left them with her because she was an old friend, and his job made him be away a lot. (tho he tried to be with them as much as he could when he got back) But when child services got wind of the three living with the ex-criminal, and how Garp was “neglecting” them, letting them run wild, they took the three away. (Luffy was 7, and Ace and Sabo were 10 at the time)

Child Services separated the brothers and put them into different foster homes.

Ace’s foster home was with the Whitebeard’s. He was obviously furious and tried multiple times to run away to find his brothers. Till Marco and Pop’s finally talked some sense into him.

Sabo’s foster home was with Iva and their foster daughter Koala. Though Sabo did try to run away a few times, it wasn’t as nearly as much as Ace, as Iva was able to talk some sense into Sabo rather quickly.

Luffy, however, ended up getting the short end of the stick. (I dont have an actual character to put him in a home with, so for now they’re just random oc’s) At first his home was alright, he cried a lot due to being separated from his brothers. After a while his foster father became abusive, but was able to hide it when Child services would check in once in a blue moon.

During the times of when Luffy is 7 to the age of 15, he would slowly meet his “crew”. Basically in order of how they joined the crew in general. I would say he meets brook (who i made much, much younger, but still the oldest, probably like 50 idk) by the time he was 14, Also meeting Law by then.

When Luffy is 15, he came home to his foster mother dead and his foster father trying to kill him. This is where he almost actually died and Law was able to save him. (He was still a beginner surgeon, but Luffy insisted Law was the one to work on him, having complete faith in Law’s ability) This would be how Luffy got his big ass scar (haven’t figured out HOW exactly he would get it, I’ve been going from boiling hot water to other random shit but i haven’t put to much thought into it.) and multiple other scars.

At this point Garp was able to track Luffy down when he was in the Hospital, taking him in for a few months to live with him. (taking a few months vacation to spend it with his recovering grandson) But after half a year or so Luffy moved out to live with his friends.

From there the story takes place 4 years later. During the span of one year, the ASL trio slowly find each other. (Ace finds Sabo at college, and the two find Luffy at his pirate restaurant he shared with his ‘crew’).

Yep. Thats about it. I’ll put other random notes under the cut if your more interested in my ideas lol. I just needed to get this out cuz I can’t finish a story for the fuckin life of me xD

If anyone actually wants to use this word dump idea knock your self out, just DM me in advance lol.

These are the ages I changed within the story. I have a large ass list of the strawhats of when ages of when they’re introduced (Like Introduced, middle of backstory(like when luffy 15 in the hospital), then present ages which are the canon ages), but all their ages are the same otherwise (besides Brook)

Luffy and his friends has a hideout they build in the forest close to the city. They named the hideout the “Going Merry” and used it for a few years till when Luffy was 13, it caught on fire.

In my original idea Luffy had the X scar, but also multiple scars from the years and bullet wound scars from the near death experience.

Franky (and Iceberg) build them a large house near the city (about a 10 minute drive). Making it big enough for them all to live in, decked out with with their own rooms, a mini library, a large kitchen and a large living room. Multiple other rooms that can be up to your imagination, and a large backyard.

When Luffy was 18 Franky (with the help of Iceberg again), built them their restaurant the “Thousand Sunny”. Which is a pirate themed restaurant, all of them having active rolls in it. (Franky and Robin are the ones who are technically the owners who pay the bills, but Luffy is still the captain)

Sanji and his siblings were raised by Zeff, before their mother passed away, she was able to get them taken away from Judge, and Zeff became their foster father. 

Just about everyone has other jobs besides working at the restaurant.

Sanji used to work at the Baratie with his brothers till he became the full-time chef at the Thousand Sunny.

Zoro is a sword seller and owns his own shop.

Nami is the best weather women

Usopp works full time at the Sunny

Chopper is in college to become a doctor, but works at the Sunny. 

Franky works with Iceberg at the Galley-La company (which is a construction company in this AU).

Robin worked at a College as a history teacher.

Brook is a street musician but spends most of his time at the Sunny

Luffy’s full-time job is the Sunny, but he doesn’t really do much other than cause chaos lol.

Jinbe doesn’t work at the sunny at all, but I also have no damn clue what his job even would be. BUT he does visit the Sunny a lot.

Ace is going to college because Pop’s made him go, but Ace is in charge of a part of Pop’s company like the other division commanders. All the commanders work for Pop’s company, each having their own floor to run on the large building they own. What the company is? I have no clue. Haven’t thought of it yet lmao.

Sabo is going to college for computer tech. Wanting to open his own tech shop but currently works for a random one.

Now, this CAN turn into a ship story if anyone wants it to. (Lawlu, MarcoAce, MAS, thats just the stuff I ship of the main characters of the story. I do have a side of UsoppKaya and FrankyRobin in the background of this idea though. But thats just me) But for now I am keeping it more platonic to focus on the brothers and their reunion.

Ok if I dont stop writing I’m gonna be here for days lmao, c’ya!

[rayanyprocrastinates]

Breaking Writer’s Block: 16- MarcoAce- Lucifer (TV) AU

Marco’s eyes narrowed as he watched a lithe form darting away from a pack of burly men that entered the club. “Well that’s interesting.”

“Something catch your eye?” Thatch asked coming up behind him. “Or should I say someone?”

Marco downed the rest of his drink and sauntered up to the group, acutely aware of the figure hiding beneath the piano behind him.

“Can I help you gentlemen?”

“None of your business pal, get out of our way.” The men tried to shove past him but he simply stepped back into their path.

“Seeing as to how this is my club, I’d say it does.” Marco edged in closer, forcing the group to take a collective step back. “Now why don’t you take your pals here and scurry on, you’re killing the atmosphere.” A flash of red eyes had the group scuttling off like rats they were.

“Now that that’s taken care of,” Marco bent to peak under the piano. “mind telling me what they were chasing you for?”

The kid’s name was Portgas D. Ace, well not so much kid as young adult but a kid to him nonetheless. The group of thugs chasing after him were Teach’s men who were trying to exact revenge against his father by targeting him.

At least, that’s what he was able to make out between the bites of food the kid was currently scarfing down. Marco and Thatch watched in gob smacked awe as Ace added yet another empty plate to the already tall tower and he didn’t show any signs of slowing.

Letting him eat gave Marco the chance to take a good look at him. It’s obviously been a while since the last time Ace was able to eat his fill, and his clothes were in tatters and in need of retiring. Ace’s whole demeanor screamed homeless or runaway. Given the fact about his father Marco was leaning more towards the latter. 

“Well Ace, just for safety, why don’t you stay the night? I have plenty of guest rooms upstairs and those neanderthals from earlier won’t be able to come after you again while you’re here.” Marco offered, letting his elbows rest on the counter space between them.

Ace blinked owlishly up at him before swallowing his mouthful. “As generous as that is I’m going to have to decline, thank you though.”

“Oh come on Ace! It’ll be a sleepover, I’ll make fondue!” Thatch had immediately taken a liking to the Devil’s latest interest and in the span of literal minutes claimed him as a partner in crime, the two had been planning schemes ever since.

“You guys are great,” Ace laughed bitterly. “but that’s precisely why I can’t stay." 

Marco furrowed his brow, "I’m afraid I don’t follow.”

Ace visibly braced himself, shoulders squaring and chin held high. “I’m the son of the devil, you shouldn’t be around me. I’ll bring you nothing but trouble.”

There was a pregnant pause before Thatch let out a snort of laughter.

“Son of the devil eh?” Marco scoffed amused. “I highly doubt that.”

Ace immediately turned red but his mouth was set in a firm frown as he tried to keep a shushed tone.

“No, really Marco. I’m the son of Gol Roger. I’m a monster, I shouldn’t have been born.”

Anger burned intense and hot inside Marco, from what the blond could tell Ace was the nicest human he’d ever met. Anyone who’d wish death upon such a kind soul deserved to be punished, severely.

“Ace take it from me, the actual devil, you are nowhere close to being a monster.”

The brunette opened his mouth with a ready reply, but Marco’s sentence finally processed and instead he shot the blond an exasperated look. 

"Marco, you’re not the devil. If this is some weird way to cheer me up, cut it out.”

“I assure you it’s not. Tell me Ace,” Marco leaned closer, forcing him to maintain eye contact. “What is it that you desire?” 

Ace stared blankly back, mouth forming unspoken words before his nose wrinkled. “What kind of question is that?”

“What?” Marco leaned back in surprise, shock clear on his face.

“I mean straight out asking someone what their desire is, that’s weird. Is it like, a kink thing?”

Thatch burst out into a loud guffaw, doubling over and clutching at his stomach as he hit the counter before his knees gave out and he sunk to the floor, uncontrolled laughter following him the whole way down. 

"I’m the devil Ace! It’s what the Devil does! Make deals on poor unsuspecting humans and what not!” Marco defended, pointedly ignoring the burning sensation creeping up his neck. The devil does not blush so he refused to acknowledge it. “You’re supposed to fear me not- not try to call out my fetishes!" 

Thatch’s laughter began anew and the blush on Marco’s neck crept higher. Ace’s own blush had reached a glowing level and he let out choked noises in a vain attempt to say words.

However all good things come to an end and their end came in the form of a slammed door.

The club entrance burst open and in rushed several masked men.

“Marco look out!” Ace dove over the counter to tackle him to the ground as a hail of bullets rained through the air.

The blond groaned as he gently rolled Ace off from atop him, “I keep telling you, I’m the devil. That comes with a nifty little thing called immortali- Ace?”

Red blossomed like a hibiscus flower on Ace’s chest. “Can’t be too careful.” Ace wheezed out in a pained chuckle. “Ah, consider this my thanks for helping me out earlier.”

Marco pressed a clean dish towel to his wound, grimacing at the way it was immediately dyed red. “You idiot, once I’m done taking care of these buffoons you and I are going to have a long talk about you jumping between me and deadly projectiles.”

Shooting a glance to Thatch to make sure the demon would watch after Ace, Marco shrugged off his coat and stepped out from behind the counter.

A barrage of bullets greeted him, though they were brushed off without a care. Once their clips were empty Marco effortlessly shoved the closest goon, sending him flying across the room. Another ran up trying to score a lucky shot on the blond only to be met with a balled fist to the stomach. 

Blue flames licked out from Marco’s shoulders as he advanced upon the crumpled form. “Let me enlighten you to the reason why I am known as the morning star.”

 xXx

I forgot where I was going with this so have a half finished half thrown together. I may make a part 2 of this some time in the future- maybe when I gather a coherent thought- but we’ll see. I just really wanted to see Marco as Lucifer and Ace as Chloe to fulfill my inner fan-girl so enjoy!

[g-on-ef]

Marcoace Aladdin au???

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So this took longer than expected ^^; sorry about that also I hope you don’t mind but I wrote the balcony scene only because that was my favorite scene of the movie ^^ if you want me to write more let me know okay enough of my babbling on with the show ^^

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Ace laid on his bed and stared at the ceiling both Sabo and Luffy stared at their brother with worry, every since Teach informed him that the boy from the market was to be murder Ace hasn’t been himself.

It really hurt them to see their brother in this depressed state.

“Do you think we should...I don’t know bring him food?”

Sabo glared at his little brother before bumping him on the head.

“Is food your solution to everything?”

The look on his face told him that it was, once again Sabo bumped his head before walking over to Ace’s side.

“Hey, Ace,”

Ace turned to his side and looked at his brother,  before getting up and resting his head on his lap.

“It’s all my fault Sabo, if I haven’t tried to run away he’d still be alive,”

Before Sabo could say anything the two heard a small scruffle going on near the balcony.

The two got up and ran outside to see Luffy pulling on Prince Phoenix's cloak.

“Would you please get off of me,”

Luffy just giggled before asking,

“Where is your carpet at? Can we ride it? Oh, what about your elephant? Where is he?”

“Luffy?!” both Sabo and Ace shouted at him, Luffy turned to see his brothers and gave them a wide grin before he threw his arms out, accidentally hitting Prince Phoenix in the face.

“Ace, Sabo! Look who’s here!”

Phoenix groan in pain, his hat fell down revealing his blond hair, Ace stared at the prince, the pineapple head, the bright blue eyes...could it be...

“Hey, wait,”

Phoenix looked at Prince Ace as he looked at him closely.

Marco’s eyes widen in fear if Ace figured out who he was then he was screwed! 

“Do...I know you?”

Marco looked worried and tried hard not to meet his eyes while Sabo stared at the prince in cofusion why would Prince Phoenix be scared of Ace?

“You...remind me of someone, I met at the market place,” Ace looked at him trying to see if he was indeed the boy he met at the market.

“At the market? Don’t be absurd, I have servants going to the market for me,” both he and Sabo looked at each other before looking they turned their attention back at the prince and watched as he tried to put some distance between him and Luffy who was trying to get his hat again.

“Why sometimes I even have servants for my servants to go to the market so it couldn’t be me,” Marco laughed nervously.

Ace looked disappointed before he leaned against Sabo.

“No, I guess not,”

Marco could see the disappointed look on his face and wanted nothing more than to find a way anyway to get rid of it and have him smile instead.

A fly began to move around Marco as he swatted or tried to as the fly got closer to him, the blond watched as the youngest of the three Princes ran towards his older brothers and wrapped them both in a hug.

“Enough about you talk about him,”

“Huh,” there right next to him was Shanks as…a bee?

“He’s smart, fun, the hair, the eyes, anything pick a feature!” he watched as Shanks moved around animatily before glaring at him, telling to at least compliment Ace, he’s right he should at least try to tell Ace what he felt for him.

“Prince Ace, you’re very…”

“Wonderful, magnificent, glorious, punctual,”

“Punctual!” of all the things he could’ve said…

“Punctual?” Ace asked looking at him confused, his expression matched his brothers, well Sabo’s expression while Luffy was laughing at Marco’s mishap.

“Beautiful,” he quickly said.

“Nice recovery,” Shanks said nudging his cheek.

Ace and Sabo looked to Luffy who stopped laughing, the three gave one another a mischievous look before Ace looked at Marco.

“I’m rich to you know?”

“Yeah,” Marco answered leaning against the rail smiling at the young prince.

“The son of a King,”

“I know,”

“A fine prize for any prince to marry,” Ace said seductively as he got closer to Marco.

Marco began to blush a little as Ace got closer and closer to him, began to sweat as Ace placed his hand on Marco’s chest.

“Right a pr-prince like me,”

“Warning, warning,” Shanks whispered in his ear, his stinger making a beeping sound.

“Right, a prince like you,” Ace said trailing his finger up his chest, before his seductive face was morphed into one of anger.

“And every other stuffed shirt, swaggering, peacock I've met!” Ace grabbed Marco’s hat pulled it down before grabbing his cape and throwing it around his neck.

Marco could hear Sabo and Luffy laughing at him, while hearing Shanks shouting may day twice while making some weird sound affect.

“Hey! HEY!” he removed the cape out of his face and lifted his hat.“Just go jump off a balcony!” he said angrily.“What?” he asked confused.

“Stop him, stop him! Want me to sting him?” Shanks asked.

“Buzz off!” he tried swatting Shanks away already annoyed with the genie.

“Alright but remember bee yourself,” Shanks said light heartily“Yeah, right!” he said realizing he probably said that out loud and silently hoped Ace didn’t hear him.“What!?!” Ace turned to face him, his handsome face was full of range and annoyed.

For a second Marco could say he was slightly turned on but quickly turned away from those thoughts, no need to make him angrier than he already is.

Taking a deep breath Marco spoke from his heart, he knew he was being foolish by thinking he had a chance with Ace because he met him at the market place when in reality he was acting like a jerk, like one of those princes Ace complian about to him when he was well Marco and not Phoenix.

Maybe Shanks was right, maybe it was time he started being himself instead of something he wasn’t.“you're right. You aren't just some prize to be won. You should be free to make your own choice, actually you should just be free to be who you are not be someone who your father and the entire kingdom want you to be,”

He took a deep breath before he looked at the brothers who were looking at one another confused at the prince’s words.

They turned their attention back to the blond and watched as he got on top of the balcony.

“I'll go now,” he then leap over it.“No!” both Ace and Sabo shouted while Luffy looked confused, did he really did what Ace told him to do?“What? What?” Marco asked as he popped his head up to look at the three confused princes.“How--how are you doing that?” Ace asked as he looked over the balcony and saw Phoenix standing on a floating carpet.

Sabo and Luffy stood next to him, Luffy’s eyes widen in amazement before he could say anything Sabo placed his hand over his mouth.“It's a magic carpet,” Marco asked as the carpet floated him above Ace’s head before standing in front of him

“I-It's lovely,” Ace said shyly as the carpet grabbed his hand and placed what looked like a kiss on his handMarco smiled softly before an idea struck him.

“You, uh, you don't want to go for a ride, do you? We could get out of the palace, see the world,” Marco know how Ace long to see the world, and what better way than to show him the world on a magic carpet. “Is it safe?” Ace asked nervously. He looked towards Sabo who was giving him a look that told him he should take the other prince’s offer.

Ace glared at his brother before he turned his attention back at the carpet.Marco laughed a little before standing up and said,

“Sure. Do you trust me?”“What?” Ace looked at Marco with confusion, wanting to make sure that he heard him correctly.“Do you trust me?” Marco asked again with a soft smile.

Ace looked at Marco; the pose, the warm reassuring look in his eyes, the way he asked a question that he already knew the answer to…it was him, the boy from the market!Ace smiled before taking his hand and said

“Yes.”

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Welp love it hate it let me know what you guys think ^^ also if you have any prompts send them my way and I would be happy to write them ^^ 

till next time GoNEF out ^*^

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[shirohige-gang-appreciation]

Shipping Asks: 2. What is your current OTP? 3. Do you have any OT3/OT+ ships? What are your favorites? 8. Who is the most shippable person you can think of? 17. Are there any popular ships that you just don’t like? What are they? 29. Do you like OCs (Original Characters)?

2. What is your current OTP?

Pixiv has introduced me various Usopp ships and I have fallen in love with all of them. At the moment I really love Usopp/Sanji, its just very cute !

3. Do you have any OT3/OT+ ships? What are your favorites?

I definitely read fanfictions with OT3 ships before, but at the moment none come to my mind. 

8. Who is the most shippable person you can think of?

Usopp ! I am not sure what it is about his character that makes him so shippable with different characters, but I ship him with a lot of people.Which says a lot because usual I am not the person that ships a lot of people.

17. Are there any popular ships that you just don’t like? What are they?

As mentioned before in the ask before, MarcoAce is not really my thing. I love both characters, but I can’t really get behind the pairing itself.And since you are asking for more, will I also add Crocodile/ Doflamingo to the list. Doflamingo is a interesting character, but I don’t really see him with anyone.

29. Do you like OCs (Original Characters)?

I do ! I really love OCs and I have a lot of them myself.It started with my two Marine OCs, but I am at ten now and their are still more that I am developing.(I also really like to learn about OCs so if you have one, feel free to talk to me)

Thank you for asking !

[duckduckduckorgoose]

MarcoAce Week 2018: Day 1

@marcoaceweek

1st October: Deep/Light Word count: 3001

This fic went all over the place, and I don’t even know what happened in the end. Enjoy. 

"Please, I- we want it."

"I know that Roger, I never doubted it, but don't you know the consequences it will have for your child? They will be forever bound to me, and there is no telling what that will do."

"We don't care about that, I will leave this world soon enough, let me at least leave behind someone to take care of Rouge."

It was long ago that the man had come to the Phoenix, wishing for a child for him and his lover. He had been desperate, to the degree that he entered a deal that many would consider uncertain. Perhaps even unethical. Nevertheless, the man's wish had been granted.

Months went by, or years, it was becoming difficult to tell for the Phoenix, and soon the knowledge of the death of the man reached the mountain where it resided. The world's most wanted bandit was gone, ripped from the mortal world by the hands of the crown. All children that could have been his offspring were taken and the worldwide search brought many deaths.

What became of his child was a mystery.

It was a cold evening outside of the tavern. The snow fell rapidly from the sky and all roads were covered with a thin sheet of ice, threatening those who didn't watch their step. All people who weren't huddled up in their homes and for some reason went outside in this weather wore enough clothes for a small village. Pelts and scarves were seen everywhere. No one dared set a foot on the other side of the door without a pair of thick gloves on.

It had been like this for a few days according to the townsfolk that Ace had spoken with. He had only just arrived, stumbled through the heavy door freezing and starving, and he was still in the same condition as he was before he reached the tavern.

A large mug of what he presumed was ale and a plate filled with warm foods were presented before him. The lady who placed them there only nodded slightly when looked up at her to give his thanks. She had oddly white hair and a piece of cloth that tied it back.

Ace almost finished his meal in one bite. The warmth spreading inside of him was calming and he had never had a more enjoyable drink than the one he had right now.

"You don't think you're rushing that a bit too much?" a voice said next to him. It was a man, surely a good ten years older, who's blond hair resembled an exotic fruit more than it did any hairstyle Ace had seen before. His cocky smirk was as suggestive and exciting as it was pure. Overall Ace found him to be devilishly good-looking.

Ace grinned slightly. "Not really," he answered him and waved at the waitress to refill his mug. If he was going to continue his journey the next morning with the weather still looking like this, he would need something to keep his spirits up.

"So, tell me, what brings an obvious south-dweller like you to the cold north?" The stranger, who Ace began to find more and more handsome with every glance, asked him.

"South-east, actually, and I suppose there's no harm in telling you my business," Ace began his answer and drank another mouthful of ale. "I'm looking for someone, or well, something." He looked down at the bar-table and sighed. Whether it was one of joy or sorrow not even he could tell.

"Do tell."

"Have you heard of the great Phoenix?"

The stranger chuckled before letting his lips form a smirk. "Have I heard?" Another chuckle escaped him. "Well, I have to say that I have, one of the perks of being the only one that wanders up the mountain you're headed for."

"Of course. You believe it's a legend, then?" Ace wondered, slightly discouraged by the tone in the man's voice. Everyone so far had laughed at him for even believing such stories, but he knew that his grandfather had not lied to him when he told him of the Phoenix his father had struck a deal with. The deal that killed his mother.

"Legend? Oh, no. It's very real. Upon the highest peak lives the immortal bird of fire. I've seen it once myself, a bird like no other," the stranger said seriously, every hint of mockery gone.

"Could you take me there? I mean, if it's not too much trouble."

"Of course."

Days went by before they even reached the foot of the mountain through the storm. The stranger, whose name Ace had learned was Marco, hadn't talked much during the journey and remained a mystery. Ace, however, hadn't really spoken or revealed anything either, the weather had been too rough for that.

"What drives you to seek out the Phoenix?" came the sudden question as they sat down by the fire in their camp during the brief second that the snowfall had paused.

Ace sighed. "It's a bit of a personal matter, really. Otherwise, I would've brought others."

Marco raised his eyebrows but didn't press him further. "Others?"

"Yeah, my crew. We're like adventurers, call ourselves The Spades."

Ace looked at Marco with a large grin, glad to have a new companion. Sure, he missed his crew, but this wasn't for them. "We do the jobs that people want done. The crown even offered to hire us. We declined, of course. And then came this and then they— well, they..." He trailed off with a frown on his face.

"You must lead an exciting life, then?"

"I did. It's nowhere near as exciting as my brother's, though," Ace answered, quickly changing the subject and smiling fondly as he somewhat forgot that he only had known the man he was talking to for a couple of days. Marco nodded along, leaving room for Ace to continue talking.

"You know Alabasta? The desert kingdom? Well, Luffy and his friends have already turned that place upside down. And recently they declared war on the crown, all for the sake of one of their friends."

Ace continued telling stories, both about his brother and about himself, as Marco listened with a smile.

"This one time, when he started out, he even took on and defeated-"

Loud snoring was heard after Ace slumped down where he sat. It was far into the night and most nights continued that way on their journey up the mountain. Marco got Ace to open up more and more, and so the young man told him stories about his brother, the bandits who raised him and every once in a while about himself. Then, of course, he fell asleep. It was frustrating, because as safe as Ace felt in the presence of the man, he hated how easily he trusted him.

All his life he'd done things by himself, and now a stranger could come and help him without consequence? It wasn't right. Yet, it felt right. Every evening he would find himself sitting across Marco and putting his whole life out in the open, and every morning he would curse the fact that he let it happen again.

"You're not having second thoughts about seeing the Phoenix, are you?"

The question was sudden, and certainly not expected. "What do you mean?" Ace countered, feeling slightly hurt by the words. Did Marco not believe he had what it took? Or was he just another who treated his goals as a joke?

"Nothing, really." The tone was blank and Marco shrugged as he said it. "It's just that most people don't make it this far, and if they do, they usually turn around when I tell them we're just halfway there. They never have a goal important enough to make it to the top."

"Well, I do," Ace said defensively. "But if people find it so tiring to venture up the Phoenix's lair, how come you agree to show them there?"

Marco smiled slightly. It was a question he had wanted to hear. "I would say that it's because I want to help the souls who believe that they are worthy of seeing the Phoenix, but I don't enjoy lying. I'm just waiting for someone, and hopefully, they'll come to find me on these tracks."

Ace nodded along. "And no one has been worthy yet?"

"Only one, as far as I know. It was a man, he ventured up the mountain all alone, and when he returned, everyone already knew it. He had obtained the Phoenix's light. That would be around... twenty years ago now? No one has completed the journey since."

Anyone could see how Ace's face went dark after that comment, yet Marco only continued his story with a calming smile stuck on his lips. "Some say he battled with the creature, and that by taking the light it held, he killed it. They say that's why the Phoenix hasn't been seen since then. Others believe that the Phoenix lives, only that the man outsmarted it and stole the light, thus making it unable to leave its lair to fly around. That the man made a deal of trickery is a popular opinion. Then there are those who argue that the man was gifted the light, that he was blessed and received it in good faith."

Ace looked down and avoided the gaze of the man before him. It would hurt too much to see him answer with truth in those beautiful blue eyes of his. "Then what do you think?"

"I believe that the Phoenix gave the man its light willingly."

The answer surprised the young traveller whose eyes immediately shot up to meet the ones of the older man. There were no signs of lies. "You what? But how? You said it yourself, the Phoenix hasn't been seen since then, what if the man did kill it?"

Marco chuckled. "He didn't, I'm sure, the Phoenix is simply waiting for its light to return."

"And what if it never does?"

"Don't worry, it will."

As the days went by they only got closer and closer to the finishing line. Ace never let go of the routine of the late night conversations, and Marco still didn't say much. That was, until the second to last evening.

"Will you tell me now?" Marco wondered.

"Tell you what?"

"The reason you're here. You said it was personal, but I don't think it's as personal as you let on. I think it's something that has to do with someone other than yourself."

Ace froze. Did Marco know? He had to. If Ace's father had been the only one to reach the Phoenix, then there had to have been someone that recognised him as Gold Roger. That ruthless murderer whose name always was one said with hatred. The heartless man who gave away a woman's life only to produce a child. The embodiment of evil itself.

The terror and fear must have been evident on Ace's face because as soon as his trail of thoughts started, Marco's expression turned into one of worry. "Ace?"

As if snapped out of a trans, Ace turned to him. "Yes? Oh, right, why I'm here." He tried to smile, but it wasn't easy. Had he been in the company of his crew, he would have kept a brave face and dismissed the subject. Now, there was no way he could.

Marco moved closer, soon sitting right next to him with his gaze fixed on the freckles of the boy. "You don't have to tell me, but I can feel that it's been bothering you. For me, things always become easier when I've talked it out."

"Yeah..." Could he tell him, though? Ace's mind said no. His heart told him yes, but he never really listened to that heart of his. "It's a long story, but I suppose that I'm looking for answers. Answers and peace."

Marco wasn't pleased but he seemed to accept the short reply.

Soon, the day of their arrival came and they stood before the entrance to the cave in which the Phoenix resided. According to Marco that was it. Ace could feel the weights on his shoulders and the boulders in his stomach as he took one step after another before realising that Marco didn't follow when he looked back. Marco wasn't there anymore.

Ace continued walking into the darkness and did so for what felt like hours, days. The darkness consumed him and as he neared the end he could only feel the need to go back. To run out of the cave and forget everything. To crawl back into the corner of his room at Dadan's place. To laugh in the company of his crew. To see Sabo again, alive this time. To spar against Luffy once more. And, strangely enough, to feel safe in the arms of the stranger who brought him there.

In the midst of the terror, though, there should be a bird.

Reminded of what he had come here for, Ace fought against the urge to run away. He walked further and further into the mountain and hoped to reach the Phoenix soon. For every muscle he used, he could feel how the darkness affected him more. It wasn't until he almost saw his life flash before his eyes that he stumbled upon the creature he was searching for.

"Show yourself!" he yelled into the air surrounding him. Though he couldn't see a thing, he felt the presence of something watching him.

A tapping on the stone floor drew him to the right. It was a steady rhythm and lead him right to the body of what couldn't be human, though it was the right size, and couldn't be a bird, though it had the right shape.

"Human, I cannot show you something when you cannot see..." came a hoarse voice. It was breathy, as if it was its last words. Ace knew it from somewhere, but he couldn't figure out where.

"Tell me, whatever happened to your mother?"

Normally Ace would've reacted to the words, but it was no surprise that the Phoenix would know of his heritage. That it knew of his father. "She died when I was born, as a result of my father's meddling with life and death."

The Phoenix snorted, though Ace was sure that it was supposed to be a chuckle. "Your father simply struck a deal, he did not cause the death of Rouge."

"So you're the one responsible, then?"

"Did I say I was?" It sounded offended now. "I can give you your answers, but only when you have given me my light back."

Ace's eyes widened. Was the bird crazy? He held no light and no matter what his father had done with it, he had no way of knowing. "I can't."

"Yes, you can. Just allow me to take it back, and I will give you what you desire."

"But I don't have it."

"Yes you do, so will you allow me to take it?"

Ace frowned. "Yes?"

"Then give me your arm."

Shortly after he had reached out with his right arm, he felt how a wing made of bone and feathers grabbed it in an iron grip. At first, he wanted to rip it away, but slowly he relaxed and waited for something to happen.

Something did happen. 

Thin strings of light began to glow around his wrist, slowly reaching the wing of the Phoenix. It was like an extension of his veins, only flowing with white energy instead of blood, barely lighting up the area around the arm. But when the thin strings had wrapped around the legendary creature before him they were being absorbed.

Soon the hall was not so dark anymore for in the middle of the black was a being, unlike anything that Ace had ever seen before. Yellow and blue flames became the wings and the body that towered over him.

"Now, I can tell you."

Ace nodded.

"Your father came to me pleading for one last chance to have a child. He was desperate. His sickness was after many years finally becoming the end of him and he didn't want to leave his wife without anything. I knew the importance of it, and I knew of the consequences it would mean for me and you. It was neither he nor I who caused the death of Rouge. My light is one of creation and destruction, and only the part full of life was given to Roger. We didn’t realise how it would affect me, or you."

“What do you mean?”

“The cold doesn’t have much effect on you. You can feel how it bites your skin, but it doesn’t leave you injured. The fire doesn’t harm you, it burns but it never leaves a mark. You never run out of energy, you are energy. You have been born with the power that the D’s have been forced to conceal for centuries. You have the fire of a dragon.”

The Phoenix seemed to sigh, its flames burning less and less bright for every minute. “I have a proposition for you, let me teach you to handle your power and in return, I will give you a safe haven where the evils of the crown cannot reach you.”

"I couldn't go with a stranger."

"Oh really?"

The fire of the bird swirled around it and disappeared, leaving a man in its place. More specifically, the same man that brought him there. “I am many things, Ace, but I am not stupid. Your power is one of greatness, and with it, you can do a lot of good.”

“Marco? How? What? Why—”

“Will you come with me, Ace? Do you trust me?”

There was a long pause before the answer came, but it wasn’t a pause of doubt. Marco, still surrounded by fire, already knew the answer. 

“Yes.”

“Then take my hand.”

“Just one thing, where will we go?”

Marco chuckled, and the flames around him brightened. “Have you heard the legends of Whitebeard the Giant?”

“Who hasn’t?”

“Well, he’ll be pleased to have his son back.”

[wordsdrippinginink]

Marcoace Soulmates have the same handwriting

“Fuck,” Thatch whispers, frowning at the list of things that he and Ace were supposed to be purchasing in town to stop up the stores until they reached a bigger island. “I can’t read this.”

“Can’t read what,” Ace asks curiously, studying the group in the candy shop beside them pulling taffy with a curiosity that Thatch had only seen on children. “The list?”

“Marco writes like a doctor,” Thatch agrees, tilting it towards him to show the scribbled mess of it off. “He can write neatly, but it’s so much effort that for the most part. Mostly uses it for the accountants and people not used to his mess.”

Ace raises an eyebrow, humming as he skims the list, “I don’t know what you’re talking about? It’s perfectly comprehensible to me.”

“You’re joking.”

“Nope, looks like my handwriting to be honest. Not exactly,” Ace adds quickly, because no one liked to say their handwriting looked exactly like anyone’s, not without proof. “But enough that I can read it without too much trouble. Want me to be incharge of the list?”

“Please, all I see are scribbles.”

“Scribble one is sake, small bottles because Pops has upset Marco again with his drinking.”

“It does not say that,” Thatch demands leaning to frown at the scribbles. They didn’t look like there was enough words for that long of a sentence. “Does it?”

“Sake, normal bottles only,” Ace translates with an ease that even Izou, used to the flourishes in Oden’s handwriting, couldn’t hold a candle to. “Only twelve.”

“I can read the number at least,” Thatch promises, leading the way further into town and a little liquor shop that he remembered from their last visit.

The list is so much easier to get through without second and triple guessing his thoughts on what is been put down on paper for him. So much easier that it’s noon when they finish, a whole four hours before Thatch had thought they would be done.

“So what does your hand writing look like?” Thatch asks curiously as Ace lifts the first of their purchases back into his arms, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. “Because I’m curious now.”

“Like scribbles,” Ace answers, shifting his bags into one hand to grab a napkin and the pen stuffed into the band on his hat. “Like this.”

Thatch stares at the scribble that Ace pushes into his hands and shoves it into his pocket, taking care not to look shocked, “Pretty bad.”

“I know. Most people talk about learning to write at the same time as their soulmates and they can tell what is their influence and what’s their soulmates,” Ace states shrugging. “I think mine was older than me. By enough that by the time I learned to write it was too late to influence anything.”

“Sounds pretty shitty,” Thatch agrees, trying to remember how old Ace is. Ace was certainly younger then Marco, but he didn’t think they had ever gotten an exact age. “How old are you?”

“Turned eighteen last month,” Ace answers, digging through his pockets and grinning when he found the cookie he had stolen from Izou at breakfast, taking a bite of it. “Why?”

“We missed your birthday?” Thatch asks, unwilling to linger on the fact that Ace was absolutely much too young to have any say in his and Marco’s shared handwriting. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Never had much reason to celebrate,” Ace shrugs, like that’s supposed to mean something.

“We’re gonna talk about that,” Thatch promises, catching sight of Marco on deck. “Head on to the kitchen, I’ll let Marco know we’re back.”

“I’m stealing anything that looks delicious when I’m in there!” Ace yells, already vanishing through the door to the kitchens.

“He better not,” Thatch mutters, forcing his way to where Marco is frowning at Haruta and Jiro. “Hey, Marco!”

“Thatch,” Marco says slowly, barely glancing at him. “What do you need?”

“What does this say?”

Marco blinks, “When did I write this?”

“You didn’t,” Thatch answers, feeling entirely too smug when Marco’s attention focuses firmly on him, the napkin stolen from his hands. “Ace wrote that for me today to show off his horrible handwriting.”

“Ah,” Marco says softly, standing almost too still for a moment. “Haruta. Jiro. Both of you are on dish duty for a week. Thatch, you might want to wait ten minutes before going into the kitchens.”

“Don’t defile any of the surfaces or you have to clean them.”

Marco rolls his eyes, “I’m not you.”

“Maybe you should be!” Thatch shouts after him, grinning brightly when Haruta glares at him. “Dish duty?”

“We played a prank on some of Ace’s division. And maybe one of them is allergic to mint.”

“Sounds like a you problem. I’ll need you at five today instead of six, I have to make a late birthday cake and those take so much more work.”

[hizashiii]

ROMANTIC SHIPPING INFO.

Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.REPOST. Don’t reblog.

TAGGED BY: @jcllyfisn TAGGING: @theflamingcommander @mxlik @askthebluebeast @sxoiirse / @ask-chiefsabo @saboners @yxgana @missvvave @fearllacy @the-flaming-spade

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?: My number one OTP for Sabo is AceSabo/SaboAce, however, that doesn’t of course mean that’s the only ship I ship on Sabo as to start with I had no OTP for Sabo.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?:   Pretty much anything, go crazy, I would probably love it all as I am a sucker for new things and love to try almost anything. Kidnapping, forced marriage, one-sided love, you name it.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?: I am fine as long as both muses are over 18, however, I would say something like 20 years? I haven’t RP anything with a bigger age gap or well, at least something far from it.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?:   Quite a lot due to having been hurt in the past which has left me being on my toes when it comes to shipping. If my partner doesn’t show as much love for our ship as I do, then I would get out of there faster than you can say quidditch. I am not one to just accept all ships without thinking deeply about it, so yeah, I am selective. c:

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NSFW?: As soon as there happens a reaction below the belt and it becomes too well written, then I consider it NSFW. However, sometimes I do tag things as ‘NSFW’ if I am unsure.

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH? Hmm, well, I have quite some ships that I like and there are some which I have already spoken to about it. Zack x Sabo is one possible ship and ( yes we are a bit weird, but I love Sunflower ) Sabo x Sabo which I blame @ask-chiefsabo / @sxoiirse for. c8

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:   Yep and I would also like to know the mun before doing anything of such sort.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?: No, not really. I am selective fewship and atm I have no proper official ships, well, at least not yet. C:

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?: Obsessed when I first get into it.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?: MarcoAce, no regrets B)

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?: Well--- how to, well.. my muse gotta like your muse, we gotta talk OOC as that is important to have a proper ship and hey, it’s awesome to chat, so don’t be afraid to do so. Plus, our muses gotta have a connection so we can run deep in that wonderfulness. Also, yell at me about shipping because I am a shy butt when it comes to that.