Pluton — 8 You, Me, the Stars, and Pluton
Portgas D. Ace x reader
Synopsis - In which the two of you meet each other again.
Tw. Spoilers for marineford/impel down, major character death, mention of suicide, themes of reincarnation, this is more Ace centered.
It was as if his life flashed before his eyes.
You were gone when he woke up.
The coat you kept folded in your bag was gone.
Ace was alone.
He desperately searched everywhere, trying to find you. Panic and anxiety filled his core as the minutes passed by, and he still couldn't find you.
What if something happened to you? What if you were taken by slave traders? Captured by Marines? Anything could have happened. He shouldn't have slept last night. He should've stayed close by your side, making sure you were safe.
When he searched the port, he saw something in the distance; floating in the water, he caught a glimpse of color, the color same as your coat.
He furrowed his brows as his breath hitched when he saw it. He got his ship and sailed out. His mind went blank as he got closer and closer.
For the first time in years, he wanted to die.
Drifting all alone in the sea was your coat all torn up; and you were nowhere in sight.
It was an agonizing feeling. You were in his grasp, keeping you safe and warm, and then, suddenly, you were gone.
Ace wanted to drown.
He wanted to jump into he water to find you. He wanted to storm Saboady, trying to find the one who did this.
At the same time, he thought, "What if you left to get away from him?"
He held the torn coat to his face as he cried.
Ace wanted to suffocate.
He knew your heart. He may not have known you for long, but he knew your heart well. He knew what made you angry; what made you lift the corner of your lips; what makes you jump in worry; what makes you happy as well as what makes you cry — and he knew you would never leave to hurt him.
He hated that he even thought of it.
When Ace returned back to the archipelago, he felt drained. He held the coat tight, refusing to allow it to slip from his grasp.
He thought back to the day before. "Marines": You mentioned being followed by Marines, and he promised that he wouldn't let them hurt you.
He promised.
And he couldn't fulfill that promise.
He didn't even know if you died at the hands of the marine after you or if you were captured. He didn't even know where he would look at Saboady Archipelago if you were even alive. He just didn't know what to do.
Ace didn't want to lose you, too, but he knew it was already too late.
And he knew it for sure when he aimlessly wandered deep into the untamed parts of the archipelago. There, out of nowhere, were thousands and thousands of buttercups. They shouldn't be able to grow here: Not on bubbles, nor on trees, not hidden away from the sun.
He didn't need to see a corpse. He didn't need to see your head in a crown, nor did he need to see your blood to know.
He just did.
Ace felt a sense of devastation when he walked through the yellow field. He knew the likely reason for your death — marines. He knew you should feel anger towards whoever did this, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. It was far too painful to even hate anything.
Ace wanted to die.
He wanted to die when he realized the pain his fathers existence caused everyone. He wanted to die when the world was against him. He wanted to die when his beloved brother perished in flames. He wanted to die when he put his crew in danger. He wanted to die so many times in his life, and Ace wants to die now as well.
But, he also cried a lot.
He cried when his brothers accepted him. He wanted to cry when Luffy said he wanted him alive. He cried when he accepted Whitebeard as his father. He cried when Tate scolded him harshly for hurting himself. He cried when he saw you do so.
And he also laughed a lot.
He laughed with his brothers doing the most childish things. He laughed when he and Luffy messed with Dadan's hair. He laughed and smiled as he said goodbye as he began his adventure. He laughed with Deuce when they left that island. He laughed when he made the spade pirates official. He laughed when they celebrated when he became one of Whitebeard's sons. He laughed whenever they would have parties. He laughed with his family, with his friends and enemies.
Ace couldn't help but chuckle when you got mad at him for calling Pluton "some ship." He couldn't help but grin whenever he saw you confused at the random nicknames he'd call you. He laughed so hard when he woke up after falling asleep in the middle of a conversation with you. He felt at ease and safe when watching the stars on the deck of the ship. And he felt the happiest when you finally accepted his hugs.
He looked at the torn coat.
"Ace?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you... love someone?"
"Love as in 'will you be mine' or as 'I love you like a brother?' "
"Any type of love."
"Well.... I can for sure say that I love my younger brother, definitely pops, and the rest of the crew, but I can't say I really loved 'loved' anyone."
" 'loved anyone' ? But you said that you love your brother and the others? Didn't you?"
"I love them all that I'll die for them if I have to — but I never met anyone who I can really connect to; like to love so much that can't bear being apart from, ya' know?"
He really couldn't bear being away from you.
Ace never fell in love before. Not in the romantic sense, nor has he ever even considered the prospect of commitment. When he first met you, he never once thought he'd ever end up loving you to the brink of insanity — cause that's how it felt, absolute insanity.
And now that you were gone, it was painful. Just as when he lost Sabo, he doesn't know how he'll live with this pain.
Ace dropped down to his knees and grasped at the buttercups. The sun illuminated through the dense foliage, and the buttercups shined as if stars. He laid down on his back, holding the coat close to his chest. Looking up through the glare of the sun, he saw the clear blue sky.
He closed his eyes.
He just wanted to see Luffy again.
He just wanted to sleep for a very long time.
He didn't want to wake up.
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"Why Buttercup?"
"Cause you're short and cute like one."
"And why Shooting Star?"
"....what do we do half the time?"
"Watch stars?"
"Aren't you smart!"
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He had a dream where the two of you were friends.
When Ace returned back to the Moby Dick it was already night out. Tate was outside smoking when she saw Ace in the distance. Excitedly, she ran to the kitchen to get Thatch; she knew he would be happy to see you both. It's not like anyone else was awake.
"Aye! Thatch! The kids are here!"
"Tate! I'm cook—" he couldn't even finish his sentence as Tate pulled him outside.
As the two watched the ship sail closer and closer, they realized something. Ace was alone. Tate looked around the ship. Trying to find your figure sleeping on the floor of the ship or at the edge, but she didn't see you.
Both she and Thatch looked at each other without muttering a word. When Ace finally reached the ship, Thatch helped him pull the ship up.
"Where's the girl? Did she find her ship—"
"Tate," Thatch firmly placed a hand on her shoulders, "he's not fine."
Tate stopped talking when she saw Ace tearing up.
"Ace? Are you alright?"
She ran up to him just as she saw the coat in his hand. Torn and bloodied, the same coat that belonged to her assistant whom she saw as a younger sibling — it was yours.
"Come here—" Tate pulled Ace into her arms as he cried. "—I got you, I got you."
Thatch walked over and hugged Ace as well. "It'll be just fine — just breathe, alright?"
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"Ace?"
"Just hold my hand and breathe, okay?"
"What is this supposed to do?"
"Just do it!"
"Alright!"
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Ace wanted to die.
That was a fact he knew was true.
He hated himself.
It took him weeks after your death for him to cope with the fact that you were truly gone: That you weren't ever coming back.
He wasn't sure if he could ever handle another heartbreak after Sabo's death, and yet here he is — alive.
Ace was Alive.
Tate made sure to visit him often when not tending to Whitebeard. She would make sure he took care of himself. She often told him stories about you: Stories he never heard about. How you often fought with Mili with how the latter often complimented him in rather "flavorful" words to fluster you — or when Thatch would try to teach you to cook.
"Eye it, he said! Just a handful! I have smaller hands! How was I supposed to know he meant 1 and 1/7 of a cup?! He doesn't even measure things Mrs. Tate!"
The way Tate told him these stories made him briefly forget that you were gone. She spoke in a way as if these things happened yesterday and weeks ago.
It was nice.
"You know Ace, these last four months, whenever anyone would talk about you, she would always have this smile on her face. And the number of times I'd be working late and hear two little voices on deck is just wow!"
"Ace, you make her smile a whole lot."
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"Hey, buttercup?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you enjoy going out with me?"
"If I didn't, I wouldn't have left half of my belongings in your room."
"What about my brothers? They don't bother you too much now, do they?"
"If they bothered me, I wouldn't spend the weekends cleaning the house."
"....fair point."
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It wasn't easy trying to move on.
Ace had spent nearly all his free time with you around or watching you work with Tate. He already adjusted with having you in his life. He woke up with the expectation of seeing you in the mornings. He went out at night with the expectation of watching the stars with you.
The recent nights without you were especially difficult. It's been so long since you two watched the stars and moon illuminate the dark sea. It hurt the most when he would get up and go out to find no one on deck — just him and the stars.
Ace had never thought he would feel this loneliness again.
Before he met Sabo, he was alone. There was no place for him to call home, no one to call family.
For the longest time it was just him, Sabo, and Dadan. Then came Luffy, and it was the four of them: Three brothers and their mother figure.
His beloved brothers loved him despite his heritage, and Dadan cared for him to the best of her ability. They weren't perfect; none of them were. He was too violent, Sabo was outlandish, Luffy was irrational, and Dadan never expected that she would raise kids at all. They were a family of misfits, and that was what made that family perfect.
Ace was sure they would love you; and he was eighty-seven percent sure you wouldn't pass out from just how loud they all were.
And though he feels lonely now, the buttercups he finds every day around the ship and on land growing under the sunlight make things so much more bearable.
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"Ace?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you think we would have been friends if we had met each other just today?"
"Of course we would."
"What makes you say that?"
"I just have a feeling we would be together even if we wouldn't meet for like another hundred years."
"That's awfully romantic coming from you."
"Hey! It was you who was all philosophical all of a sudden!"
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Ace was alive, and he didn't want to die.
Not when Thatch murdered by someone in his own division.
"I don't feel so good about this, something's off."
"I have to go. It's my responsibility to deal with Teach!"
"Ace—"
Not when he promised Tate that he'll be fine.
"Maybe you should listen to Whitebeard. It's not every day he makes an exception for this."
"Tate, I'll be fine."
Not now that he saw his younger brother after years of being separated. Not after meeting his crew and how well they get along.
"Thank you for taking care of my little brother. Hope he wasn't too difficult to deal with."
"Not at all."
Not while the buttercups still bloom in the most barren deserts of Arabasta.
He once promised you that he'd protect you, and he broke it.
And so, under the witness of the desert stars, Ace makes another promise—
"I promise that I'll see you again one day. So please wait for me even if it takes an eternity."
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"Buttercup?"
"Hmm?"
"I love you a whole lot. Like so much I wanna eat you."
"I love you too."
"Yeah, but how much?"
"Well, let's see....I love you so much, i'm willing to do anything to see you smile—In fact, I dare say I'd even sacrifice the world just to make you happy."
"And she says I'm romantical."
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Ace loves his family, and that includes Luffy.
So imagine what he felt when Blackbeard said he would kill his brother?
And who knew he could nullify devil fruits?
Even as he sat chained up on the sixth floor of Impel, he did not regret fighting Blackbeard. It was his own choices that brought him here. He knew the risks that involved going after Teach without any help could cause. He knew he could very well lose his life, just not like this.
The panic and fear he felt when the pirate empress said his brother was at Impel was heavy.
Of course, that idiot brother of his would try this. He wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the situation, but he couldn't. It was Impel Down that Luffy was entering. He saw the guards, one wrong move Luffy would perish, and Ace couldn't do a single thing if something were to happen.
He wished for more than anything that Luffy's love for him wasn't strong enough that he was willing to die to save him, but he knew that would never come true — not near, not far, not ever.
"Listen up, Luffy! Promise me we'll live a life without regrets!"
He really wished he listened to his own promise. It's as if his life is filled with nothing but regrets
"Let's set out to sea and live life with more freedom than anyone else!"
As he walked up from the underground prison, he couldn't help but breathe in the air from outside. As the guards said, this would probably be the last time he would see the sun.
Restrained by the sea, he was brought to his demise. Watched by an army of marines and seen by thousands of civilians: He was going to due.
Minutes went by, and they all waited for the arrival of the Whitebeard pirates. It was inevitable arrival — everyone knew that Captain Newgate would risk his life if it meant saving one of his sons.
And just as Ace feared, he arrived, and the summit war began.
He watched in horror as he saw his brother arrive. He watched as his father was killed. He saw his his grandfather do nothing but watch his two grandsons being harmed by the organization he believed in.
Ace never brought harm to the regular citizen. He never wished to hurt nor slaughter the people sworn under the world government. He did nothing but be born.
"HIS FATHER GOL D. ROGER!"
Simply being bound by blood made him a sinner.
May he be damned to hell, but he wished for more than anything to not drag those he loved down with him.
But his father still died.
And that admiral tried to murder his brother right in front of his eyes.
He wasn't going to let anyone else die for him again, let alone his brother.
"Thank you for loving me!"
He wonders how his mother felt before she died. Was she happy to know that her son would live to see the sun rise and set?
He would sometimes watch the stars and wonder how you died and why. Was it for the same reason he died for his brother?
No one ever wanted him — the world wanted him dead. There was no place for him in this world. By being born as the son of the pirate king, he was a threat to the world government. A child with no family of flesh or blood to call his own was a threat to the world government?
He wished he had died long ago.
And yet, as he clung to his idiot younger brother, he wanted nothing but to keep on living.
He wanted to see tomorrow.
He wanted to be happy.
He wanted to know your name.
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There was once a ship that desired to see.
There was once a ship that wanted to hear.
There was once a ship that yearned to sing.
There was once a ship that longed to feel.
There was once a warship named Pluton that wished to be human.
Pluton wanted to be happy.
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You sat on the swing as your mother talked to a friend of hers — a blonde lady with a boy by her side.
You sat there idly as you waited for her to finish talking.
"—go introduce yourself."
You were dozing off as the cicadas sung.
You faintly heard footsteps coming towards you and you were startled awake.
"My name's Ace! What's yours?"
"My name?"
"What else?"
"I—I....My name is –—"
You had a dream; a dream in which the two of you were pirates.
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Pluton — 3 You
Portgas D. Ace x reader
Synopsis - In which Ace recounts his life story and relation to you
Tw. Mentions of suicide
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There was once a time he wanted to die.
He felt undeserving to live. He saw how everyone would look at him; as if his existence was a sin.
"A demon child" was what some would call him. He would be chased out, attacked, all because he was the child of the pirate king.
Then he got a family. A foster mother who was kind of neglectful yet still managed to show her mother. A "grandfather" who he only saw occasionally. He also has two brothers; three brothers bound not by blood but familial love. They'd talk about dreams and the future; they wanted to be pirates of their own crew. They were the only reason he was able to love himself. But then one of them died, and there was only his younger brother and him.
Eventually, he left his home to start his life of piracy. He remembers his brother waving goodbye and the vice admiral shouting at him in anger. Not long after, he found himself stranded on an island. There, he found the Mera Mera no mi and the very first member of his crew. He remembers telling the masked man about his goal of taking down the yonko; he remembers being called crazy. He remembers getting off the island and the spade pirates forming. Eventually, more people joined his crew, all wanting to him grow.
He remembers when that Fishman called dangerous and that he'll fight instead of Whitebeard. He remembers the fight lasting for days. He remembers Whitebeard intervening and taking him on in a fight. He remembers waking up and trying to kill Whitebeard to save his crew. He remembers accepting Whitebeard as his father and Whitebeard accepting him as a son.
He remembers when he first met you. Anxious and stressed; you flinched when he came in the infirmary. You gave him a look of annoyance as he called out for Tate. He remembers seeing you standing in front of Whitebeard as you trembled in anger talking about Pluton. He also remembers you yelling at him for calling Pluton "some ship."
The stars. They looked like gold woven into the sky above. He remembers how the moon shined down on you two. He remembers asking for your name in which you said you didn't have one.
"Hey dreamer!"
"Huh? 'Dreamer?' " You furrowed your brows as you looked at him. "And what is that supposed to mean?"
He sat down next to you as he peered over at your book. "Just that you dream a lot about ships and dragons!"
"And you dream rather loudly."
"Yea- What?"
"The amount of times I woke from hearing you snore or yelling in the middle of the night is terrifying."
"Ah! Sorry..."
He remembers not thinking much about you; small, rude, naive, and perhaps obsessive for that ship. You were just another guest on the ship. He never thought you would want to stay, then again, he never thought he stay up so late into the night: watching the stars dance in the obsidian sea.
"A— Ace?!"
He remembers when he first fell asleep in front of you: He was dining with you when he fell over. He remembers laughing at you when he awoke. Seeing you so flustered and confused was a look he'll keep with him for as long as he possibly remembered.
"So, you were worried 'bout me?"
"Shut up."
He doesn't know you too well. He doesn't know your name, favorite food or color, what your background was, nothing. You also didn't know much about him either; just that he has a brother and adopted by Whitebeard. You two never confided about either's past: He didn't like talking about it, and you had nothing to talk about.
But that was fine with him, and so were you. There were no words that could describe the bond between you two. You had nothing in common with him. You disliked his hobbies, hated his recklessness, despised the foods he liked; and he hated the say you spoke, loathed your passiveness, and absolutely despised the look of annoyance you would give him.
But none of that mattered: not when you and him had the stars to tie you together. There were no words needed to understand each other; no language, look, writing, painting, nothing that could explain it.
He didn't know when it began: When his feelings for you began to change.
You weren't the type person he'd see himself with. You were difficult to handle. You lacked basic knowledge about the world. You didn't know how to properly take care of anything. You were far too off put by the crew to even talk to. You were far too brash to get along with. You didn't even like him in the first week. All he knew then was that he hoped you leave soon.
"Allow me to treat that for you."
He was confused by your tone: It was softer than usual, smooth and gentle. Not to say you're never kind, you are, it's just that you looked worried.
"Ms. Tate taught me how to tend to injuries like this. It won't kill you, but it's best to ignore anything as minor as this."
It wasn't even anything serious. A struggle between marines in which he and a few from the seconded division were injured: a battle in which he won.
"I'll be fine—"
"You were shot."
"It grazed my ar--"
"And what if it was something more? You have that logia fruit, and yet you still find a way to get hurt."
You tightened the bandage around his arm as you looked away from his eyes. You held discontent in your eyes. He felt himself hold his breath as he saw you.
"And I'll be fine nightlight!" He placed his hat on your head as he let out a chuckle. "I'll try to be more careful from now on, but I can't promise that this won't happen again."
After this interaction, he began to notice little things about your behavior. You became much more vocal than you used to be. You told him more about your thoughts and observations. He noticed how you began to soften up around the crew. Often seeing you and Thatch in the kitchen trying to teach you how to cook.
"I made this applesauce for you!"
"Applesauce, huh?"
"Do you not like it?"
"No, no, I just swore I saw you and Thatch making cake."
"....."
You didn't want to talk about it. Though the smell of burnt metal explained it for him.
You began to grow more emotional as time went by. You were so focused on Pluton that you ignored everything around you, including yourself. You held little depth in personality; you didn't know yourself at all to have one. And so when he saw you so expressive for the first time, he got flustered.
"Ace?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you... love someone?"
As soon as he heard this, flames flared up from his skin as he hastily turned to you. He never thought he would ever hear you ask this. "Love as in 'will you be mine' or as 'I love you like a brother?' "
"Any type of love."
"Well.... I can for sure say that I love my younger brother, definitely pops, and the rest of the crew, but I can't say I really loved 'loved' anyone."
It's true. He loves everyone on this ship. He lives his younger brother, pops, the crew, and just everyone. But has really fallen in love? Maybe Isuka, but their life choices prevented them from ever being together, and they just never really clicked.
" 'loved anyone' ? But you said that you love your brother and the others? Didn't you?"
Ace chuckled softly as he took off his hat and placed it on your head. "I love them all that I'll die for them if I have to. But I never met anyone who I can really connect to; like to love so much that can't bear being apart from, ya' know?"
He gazed at the Sunset as he let go of your head to rest on the ship's railing. He felt heart calming down as the conversation was over. He didn't think he could ever handle you.
"I suppose."
He heard you mumble and looked over at you. You rest your arms on the railing as you hid your face in them. Your face blushing and a glare at the ocean. You looked so cute he couldn't help but feel red himself.
How could he not love you?
And how could he lie to you? He knew what island you were talking about. A dragon and king: People in damnation and in suffering. He knew because he was there and so was one of the other captains and he lied.
"Ace?"
"Yes?"
"I think I love you,"
It was a pleasant feeling; he always wished to hold you as he did now. Wishing to cradle you in his arms as he tells you stories about the sea. Wishing to hear you tell him your new discoveries and stories you heard from the crew.
"...I love you too,"
He held you close to his chest as you struggled to keep your eyes open. You were losing blood quickly, and it would be another hour before the Moby Dick arrived on land. You'll be dead before then.
"Ace?"
"I'm here,"
"I—my......name..."
"Stop. Take it easy, okay?"
He ran his hand through your hair as he tried to keep himself from breaking down.
"No matter what happens, I'll be here, you hear?"
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