#portgas d ace x reader
Was tagged by @cyborg-franky to do the f/o’s questions a while ago and just finished it! It’s from @one-piece-fo-prompts and seemed like fun!
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Who are your [F/O’s]
I have a few but I will doing only Ace today
Do you have a devil fruit? If you don’t, would you eat one given the chance?
Maybe! Would probably like Kid’s fruit best or even Enel’s would come in handy fixing things as Levi is a traveling mechanic/ odd jobs person.
What walk of life are you from? (Pirate, marine, etc.)
Levi is a normal civilian who travels on the sea looking for work and exploring (so maybe a explorer?) She is heavily associated with pirates though (Law and his crew she spent quite some time with. Also her aunt is Whitey Bay of the WB pirates/alliance)
What walk of life is your f/o from?
A pirate and a notorious one at that.
How did your paths cross?
Levi was in the East Blue and came across Deuce trying to pull Ace out of a riverbank. It was quite a comical sight.
If you’re wanted, how does your f/o feel about it?
Levi only gets a bounty after the time skip and Ace is actually shocked by it at first but things happen. He thinks it’s cool but also feels bad about it because now she will be even more in danger because of him.
Who has the higher bounty?
Ace does.
What’s your favorite type of island?
A spring one.
Where is your favorite place you have been with your f/o?
Sabody it was where Ace first confessed also where he said goodbye to Levi before Marineford. That’s more an emotional level but Levi’s favorite place is an island in WB territory it’s covered in meadows of flowers.
Where else do you want to go with your f/o?
Zou, Baterilla and Dawn Island Ace often talks about his home island often.
Did your crew help you get together with your f/o?
Not really it sort of just happened on its own plus Levi came to see Ace after she found out he joined WB.
Do your crew tease you and your f/o?
They do and it’s all in good fun until Levi gets annoyed and punches someone.
Does your f/o have pet names for you?
Levi: Bear, My moon (when drunk), Grease Monkey, Love, Bae.
Ace: Firefly, Sunshine, Babe, Love, Freckles.
Five words to describe your ship dynamic.
Night/Day, Protective, Boundless, Hot heads, troublemakers.
Whose the more dominate one in the relationship?
Equal balance (though Ace won’t admit it but he loves being taken care of and Levi loves giving it to him)
Do you or your f/o ever misuse your devil fruit in the bedroom?
Sometimes got to love temperature play plus Ace just loves rubbing his warm hands all over Levi.
Ever been caught by your crew?
One time Levi was bending Ace over and—
How spontaneous in bed is your f/o?
Ace is very adventurous and Levi isn’t opposed to trying things with Ace even it’s to only satisfy Ace sometimes. She gets more out of pleasing him a lot of the time.
Ever had dirty dreams about your f/o before you got together?
It happened a few times she knew he was attractive but nothing really stuck out until he confessed to her and after that he was all she could think about.
Do you have a name for your selfship?
Fire-Star Dust I guess? It’s mostly Fire and Mechanic lol.
Do you sleep in the same bed?
They do yes.
Who’s the little spoon and who’s the big spoon?
They take turns but a lot of the time Levi doesn’t likes her space so she shoves Ace away a lot of the time.
What position does your f/o sleep in?
On his stomach/side or if he passes out on his back. He likes to cuddle so they have to compromise with sometimes just holding hands or sleeping back to back touching.
What’s does your f/o wear to bed?
Levi gets cold easily so she likes to sleep in actual pjs even if they are mismatched or sometimes just a T-shirt and underwear. Ace sleeps in boxers or nothing at all. He’s a nudist at heart.
Which of you wakes you first?
Depends Ace has narcolepsy so his sleeping habits are awful he can be up at all hours or sleep until noon. Usually it’s Levi though she lets Ace sleep in.
Does your f/o wake you up or let you sleep in?
Levi wakes Ace up not the other way around.
Do you take naps together?
They do can mostly be napping basically anywhere.
What to do you when your f/o can’t sleep?
A lot of the time Levi doesn’t know Ace is awake but when she does they just sit in the dark and say nothing. Other times she will make them some tea or talk softly about nothing.
What does your f/o do when you can’t sleep?
Most the same as above but sometimes Ace isn’t good with words so he grabs Levi into his arms and just holds her.
Do you or your f/o cook? Both? Neither?
Both cook to varying degrees but Levi has had more practice after the time skip.
Does your f/o remember to eat or do you have to
Ace never forgets to eat.
Does your f/o have to remind you to eat?
Sometimes yes.
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- nsfw ~Royal Guard! Trafalgar Law x F! Princess! Reader ~ Breaking the Rules
- Soft! Nsfw ~ Prince! Sanji x F! Reader ~ Behind Your Mask
- Dark! Nsfw ~ Prince Vinsmoke Ichiji x Spy! F! Reader ~ In Your Own Trap
- Coming soon: more Law, Sanji, Kid, Sabo, Shanks, Marco, Niji, Katakuri, Grimmjow, Ace,Gin.
Oh, Royal Lust Event
nsfw & sfwroyal AU event ~(One Piece & Bleach)
Welcome to the new event guys!
Are you lusting for some Royal content? Ready to fight for the crown with your fave characters? Discover the secrets of the princesses and princes? Maybe break the rules? In the name of love or lust, here we go!
Will open requests in 2 rounds (if there are more requests or you want more). No more than 2 requests for the same character!
First Round ➡ Available Slots: 0/ 7➡FULL!
Second Round ➡ Available slots: 0/7➡FULL!
❥Rules
The rules are -as always- the following:
Please be polite! A hello and thanks is enough!
The requests can beNSFW or SFW, please state it in your request.
You can choose different types of monarchy besides the classic European. Such us: Emperor (China, Japan, etc), Sultan, Emir, Pharaoh, any you’d like me to include.
I have a list of prompts you can request from, though is not mandatory! You can send me any idea, or I can choose for you!Include: character (One Piece / Bleach)(no minors please, if you ask for Ichigo, Uryuu, etc please state adult! x as in the last chapters of manga),gender of reader, prompt (if you want) & any further information you would like me to include. if NSFW ➡ You can ask for specific kinks. All kinks are allowed, except non con, incest (blood related), underage.
➡ Request example: Law x F! Reader, prompt, NSFW kinks: bondage. ⬅
❥Some Prompts
(Not mandatory, you can give me another one or I can pick one for you)
Arranged marriageBreaking the rules of the royaltyRebellious Prince/Princess- Royal’s secrets
Masquerade BallA buffoon for the King/QueenThe Prince/Princess of the Enemies’ Kingdom.The Knight who cares for the Prince/Princess.Secret Mission: assassinate the King/Queen/Prince/Princess and falling in love- The Prince/Princess needs a partner.
- But I really want him, not the King.
friends, or not
- portgas d. ace x reader
- ace somehow ends up cooking? and accidentally confessing?
- 1.2k words
a/n: not me, coming back to this 10 times because i kept telling myself there wasn’t enough fluff
the kitchen is ace’s favourite spot on the moby dick because he can find all things that he likes most there — food, food, and more food.
he hums as he pulls the fridge open to survey his options, taking a moment to scan the shelves before finally deciding on a pudding. just as he stuffs both cheeks with sugary, creamy custard, you walk into the kitchen.
actually, walking wouldn’t be an accurate description. you waddle in with heavy footsteps, bulging grocery bags piled high in your hands. ace swiftly darts out of the way lest he gets taken down by a sack of potatoes.
you plop the groceries down with a sigh and catch your breath before your eyes land on the wavy-haired commander.
“ace, hi! i didn’t see you there.”
you wear a smile of delighted surprise, and both his heart and lips respond with a smile of their own. even out of breath, brushing your hair out of your face, you are so lovely and sweet that you put ace’s afternoon snack to shame.
he realizes with a start that he’s staring at you longer than what would be socially acceptable. clearing his throat, he scoops another mouthful of pudding and points at the groceries you’re unpacking.
“what’s all that?”
“dinner,” you set down shrimps, potatoes, carrots, and… cream cheese?
ace raises his eyebrow.
you look down at the strange combination of ingredients and laugh at his confusion, “the 4th division picked paella today, but pops made a special request for carrot cake, so that’s what all this is.”
ace nods like this makes absolute sense and he knows exactly why you bought the cream cheese (was it for the paella? or the carrot cake?).
after you finish unpacking, you turn around as if you’ve just remembered something.
“wait, what are you doing in here?”
he raises the pudding cup in his hand.
“snacking,” you both say in unison.
if ace didn’t hadn’t finished the rest of his snack right then and there, he’s almost sure that his face would’ve split from how wide his grin was. spoon in his mouth, he manages (what he hopes is) a still devilishly handsome smile.
for a moment, ace could swear that you’re blushing but you turn away before he can confirm.
“so,” you say. “any chance that you like cooking as much as you like eating?”
he makes a face, “eh. i’m a disaster in the kitchen.”
“but you’re always in here!”
“yup,” he licks his spoon before putting it in the sink, “and it’s because the fridge is my best friend. but me and the stove?”
he sidles next to you, making a show of glaring at the stove before he leans in close. holding a hand to his face, he whispers, “we’re sworn enemies.”
at his poor acting, you burst into laughter and ace grins to himself. what a wonderful feeling to be the reason for your smile.
“well, you could always make new allies,” you slide him a vegetable peeler. “the utensils are very friendly, you know.”
“hmm, i don’t know… i’ve got a busy day of napping ahead of me…”
“nap later! dinner is in 3 hours and i haven’t event started-”
“that’sso much time!”
“not for an entire crew of pirates, it isn’t!”
you give him your best puppy dog eyes, and ace thinks that it must be illegal for someone to hold that much power in a single look.
“c'mon ace. pretty please?”
pretty indeed — very, very pretty.
so here he stands, armed with a carrot in one hand and a peeler in the other.
soon enough, the kitchen is overtaken by the rhythmic sound of your knife against the cutting board and ace’s hands fall suit to match your pace.
he moves the peeler in one swift motion. chop. he spins the carrot. chop.peel.chop.spin.chop.
his brain goes into autopilot, letting his attention travel to the main attraction of the kitchen. truth be told, one of the reasons why ace spends so much time here is because you’realways here.
ace watches as you prepare the veggies with focus. like always, there’s a joy in your concentration and the way you move is akin to watching an artist in their studio. you’re so caught up in your cooking that it seems like you’ve forgotten ace is beside you.
your eyes stay glued to the cutting board — which is an absolute shame.
because if you were looking at ace, you’d catch him staring at you. if you were looking, you’d see the most tender, loving expression that a man could gift anyone. you’d see how he marvels at you like the first explorer to stumble upon the breaking dawn, committing to memory the discovery he’s made — a magical, wondrous picture that one could only hope to find.
the sun rests in that sweet spot just before it sets, casting golden shadows on everything in the kitchen. sunset hues paint you the perfect shade of beauty — loose tendrils kissing your cheeks, sunlight falling along the curves of your face, a joyful smile that crinkles your eyes and lights up his entire day.
if you were looking, you’d know without a doubt that ace is irrevocably, hopelessly, dangerously in love with you.
and you leave him breathless, speechless, when you glance in his direction. a giggle leaves your lips — a beautiful, beautiful thing — and you look up to meet his eyes.
“do you have a vendetta against the peeler too?”
he looks down at the carrot in his hands, whittled down to a size that could only be appropriate for pixies. a delightful look of embarrassment takes over his face and you laugh again.
this time, it’s the kind of laughter that’s infectious and welcoming, and it doesn’t take long for ace to accept the invitation. his own laughter is playful and sweet alongside yours — the way happiness is supposed to sound when you spend time with someone you love.
“i guess you’re right,” he gestures towards the peeler, “i don’t think we can be friends.”
“butwe’refriends,” you pass him another carrot. “and friends help friends make dinner so let’s try again, hm?”
friends. what a detestable word. it stews in his mind, ugly and irritating, until he can’t take it any more and he blurts,
“what if we weren’t?”
you look at him, taken aback.
oh god, now he’s done it.
“what?” you sound hurt. “did i do something?”
shit.he back pedals, “no, nothing like that. that’s not what i meant. you- you didn’t do anything.”
“then…?”
ace takes a deep breath; he’s already dug himself a hole - might as well dive right in.
he ignores his nerves and tries to channel his usual flirty self. he fixes his eyes on that damned vegetable peeler on the counter.
“what if i wasn’t your friend,” he says as nonchalantly as possible. “and i was your boyfriend instead?”
a beat. then—
“well, boyfriends still have to help with dinner.”
his head snaps up. your tone isn’t unkind, and something like hope rises in his chest. that doesn’t sound like the rejection he was expecting. he musters enough courage to make eye contact with you, and he’s so glad that he did.
there’s a teasing smile on your lips, and you look at him with hearts in your eyes, “and for the record, i would like that very much.”
ace has spent a lot of time memorizing every wonderful, beautiful smile of yours but this one is new. this one is shy and golden, and it could be ace’s favourite one yet.
the kitchen is ace’s favourite spot on the moby dick because he can find all the things that he likes most there — meat, ghost peppers, spaghetti, and most of all, you.
friends, or not
- portgas d. ace x reader
- ace somehow ends up cooking? and accidentally confessing?
- 1.2k words
a/n: not me, coming back to this 10 times because i kept telling myself there wasn’t enough fluff
the kitchen is ace’s favourite spot on the moby dick because he can find all things that he likes most there — food, food, and more food.
he hums as he pulls the fridge open to survey his options, taking a moment to scan the shelves before finally deciding on a pudding. just as he stuffs both cheeks with sugary, creamy custard, you walk into the kitchen.
actually, walking wouldn’t be an accurate description. you waddle in with heavy footsteps, bulging grocery bags piled high in your hands. ace swiftly darts out of the way lest he gets taken down by a sack of potatoes.
you plop the groceries down with a sigh and catch your breath before your eyes land on the wavy-haired commander.
“ace, hi! i didn’t see you there.”
you wear a smile of delighted surprise, and both his heart and lips respond with a smile of their own. even out of breath, brushing your hair out of your face, you are so lovely and sweet that you put ace’s afternoon snack to shame.
he realizes with a start that he’s staring at you longer than what would be socially acceptable. clearing his throat, he scoops another mouthful of pudding and points at the groceries you’re unpacking.
“what’s all that?”
“dinner,” you set down shrimps, potatoes, carrots, and… cream cheese?
ace raises his eyebrow.
you look down at the strange combination of ingredients and laugh at his confusion, “the 4th division picked paella today, but pops made a special request for carrot cake, so that’s what all this is.”
ace nods like this makes absolute sense and he knows exactly why you bought the cream cheese (was it for the paella? or the carrot cake?).
after you finish unpacking, you turn around as if you’ve just remembered something.
“wait, what are you doing in here?”
he raises the pudding cup in his hand.
“snacking,” you both say in unison.
if ace didn’t hadn’t finished the rest of his snack right then and there, he’s almost sure that his face would’ve split from how wide his grin was. spoon in his mouth, he manages (what he hopes is) a still devilishly handsome smile.
for a moment, ace could swear that you’re blushing but you turn away before he can confirm.
“so,” you say. “any chance that you like cooking as much as you like eating?”
he makes a face, “eh. i’m a disaster in the kitchen.”
“but you’re always in here!”
“yup,” he licks his spoon before putting it in the sink, “and it’s because the fridge is my best friend. but me and the stove?”
he sidles next to you, making a show of glaring at the stove before he leans in close. holding a hand to his face, he whispers, “we’re sworn enemies.”
at his poor acting, you burst into laughter and ace grins to himself. what a wonderful feeling to be the reason for your smile.
“well, you could always make new allies,” you slide him a vegetable peeler. “the utensils are very friendly, you know.”
“hmm, i don’t know… i’ve got a busy day of napping ahead of me…”
“nap later! dinner is in 3 hours and i haven’t event started-”
“that’sso much time!”
“not for an entire crew of pirates, it isn’t!”
you give him your best puppy dog eyes, and ace thinks that it must be illegal for someone to hold that much power in a single look.
“c'mon ace. pretty please?”
pretty indeed — very, very pretty.
so here he stands, armed with a carrot in one hand and a peeler in the other.
soon enough, the kitchen is overtaken by the rhythmic sound of your knife against the cutting board and ace’s hands fall suit to match your pace.
he moves the peeler in one swift motion. chop. he spins the carrot. chop.peel.chop.spin.chop.
his brain goes into autopilot, letting his attention travel to the main attraction of the kitchen. truth be told, one of the reasons why ace spends so much time here is because you’realways here.
ace watches as you prepare the veggies with focus. like always, there’s a joy in your concentration and the way you move is akin to watching an artist in their studio. you’re so caught up in your cooking that it seems like you’ve forgotten ace is beside you.
your eyes stay glued to the cutting board — which is an absolute shame.
because if you were looking at ace, you’d catch him staring at you. if you were looking, you’d see the most tender, loving expression that a man could gift anyone. you’d see how he marvels at you like the first explorer to stumble upon the breaking dawn, committing to memory the discovery he’s made — a magical, wondrous picture that one could only hope to find.
the sun rests in that sweet spot just before it sets, casting golden shadows on everything in the kitchen. sunset hues paint you the perfect shade of beauty — loose tendrils kissing your cheeks, sunlight falling along the curves of your face, a joyful smile that crinkles your eyes and lights up his entire day.
if you were looking, you’d know without a doubt that ace is irrevocably, hopelessly, dangerously in love with you.
and you leave him breathless, speechless, when you glance in his direction. a giggle leaves your lips — a beautiful, beautiful thing — and you look up to meet his eyes.
“do you have a vendetta against the peeler too?”
he looks down at the carrot in his hands, whittled down to a size that could only be appropriate for pixies. a delightful look of embarrassment takes over his face and you laugh again.
this time, it’s the kind of laughter that’s infectious and welcoming, and it doesn’t take long for ace to accept the invitation. his own laughter is playful and sweet alongside yours — the way happiness is supposed to sound when you spend time with someone you love.
“i guess you’re right,” he gestures towards the peeler, “i don’t think we can be friends.”
“butwe’refriends,” you pass him another carrot. “and friends help friends make dinner so let’s try again, hm?”
friends. what a detestable word. it stews in his mind, ugly and irritating, until he can’t take it any more and he blurts,
“what if we weren’t?”
you look at him, taken aback.
oh god, now he’s done it.
“what?” you sound hurt. “did i do something?”
shit.he back pedals, “no, nothing like that. that’s not what i meant. you- you didn’t do anything.”
“then…?”
ace takes a deep breath; he’s already dug himself a hole - might as well dive right in.
he ignores his nerves and tries to channel his usual flirty self. he fixes his eyes on that damned vegetable peeler on the counter.
“what if i wasn’t your friend,” he says as nonchalantly as possible. “and i was your boyfriend instead?”
a beat. then—
“well, boyfriends still have to help with dinner.”
his head snaps up. your tone isn’t unkind, and something like hope rises in his chest. that doesn’t sound like the rejection he was expecting. he musters enough courage to make eye contact with you, and he’s so glad that he did.
there’s a teasing smile on your lips, and you look at him with hearts in your eyes, “and for the record, i would like that very much.”
ace has spent a lot of time memorizing every wonderful, beautiful smile of yours but this one is new. this one is shy and golden, and it could be ace’s favourite one yet.
the kitchen is ace’s favourite spot on the moby dick because he can find all the things that he likes most there — meat, ghost peppers, spaghetti, and most of all, you.
