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+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,089
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't own One Piece nor do I make any profit from this fanfiction.
Night
Night
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: SmokerxAce, OOC, yaoi, spoilers for Ace’s past (sort of).
Disclaimer: I still don’t own One Piece~!
Rating: G
For number 32: Night of the 100 themes challenge.
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Ace loved the night. The dark sky and lack of light illuminated things mysteriously, making them far more exciting and thrilling than when he could see every nook and cranny. Everything just felt more exciting, more alive, and that went for him too.
In the day, he needed to use his fruit power less. At night, he could pretend he needed it to see, could show it off. The dark hid everything; people, objects, animals. It hid his tattoo, and he found himself less plagued by bounty hunters in the dead of night. But as to whether that was a good or bad thing, Ace could never discern.
Of course, the fact that it hid his tattoo was good for one thing. He would never be ashamed of it, never wish it to go away anywhere. Hell, he was so damn proud of it he refused to wear a shirt, despite all the problems that caused him. There was barely a day that went by that he didn’t have his back bared to whomever wanted to see. But at night…
There was one person who wanted the tattoo to fade. A person who did the exact same thing as him; bared a mark on their back for anyone to see at all hours and took pride in what it represented. And that was his lover; commodore Smoker of the marines.
Their meetings were brief and infrequent, due to those marks. But the night blanketed all of that. In the dark, Smoker could pretend that the tattoo on his back wasn’t there, and Ace would just slip the jacket right off Smoker’s shoulders as quickly as possible. Like this, they were not a pirate and a marine. At least, Smoker didn’t think so. But in every moment of Ace’s life he was a pirate, and he wouldn’t want it any other way.
That was why he had accepted the mark gratefully, when he didn’t think he could carry on any further. The arm that had reached out to him was one he would never forget, no matter what happened. He swore allegiance to that man, til the day that either of them died. He hoped to be first.
The night may have hidden his tattoo from prying eyes, but it didn’t remove the knowledge from his heart. Smoker could pretend it didn’t exist as much as he liked. Ace never would.
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: SmokerxAce, OOC, yaoi, spoilers for Ace’s past (sort of).
Disclaimer: I still don’t own One Piece~!
Rating: G
For number 32: Night of the 100 themes challenge.
--
Ace loved the night. The dark sky and lack of light illuminated things mysteriously, making them far more exciting and thrilling than when he could see every nook and cranny. Everything just felt more exciting, more alive, and that went for him too.
In the day, he needed to use his fruit power less. At night, he could pretend he needed it to see, could show it off. The dark hid everything; people, objects, animals. It hid his tattoo, and he found himself less plagued by bounty hunters in the dead of night. But as to whether that was a good or bad thing, Ace could never discern.
Of course, the fact that it hid his tattoo was good for one thing. He would never be ashamed of it, never wish it to go away anywhere. Hell, he was so damn proud of it he refused to wear a shirt, despite all the problems that caused him. There was barely a day that went by that he didn’t have his back bared to whomever wanted to see. But at night…
There was one person who wanted the tattoo to fade. A person who did the exact same thing as him; bared a mark on their back for anyone to see at all hours and took pride in what it represented. And that was his lover; commodore Smoker of the marines.
Their meetings were brief and infrequent, due to those marks. But the night blanketed all of that. In the dark, Smoker could pretend that the tattoo on his back wasn’t there, and Ace would just slip the jacket right off Smoker’s shoulders as quickly as possible. Like this, they were not a pirate and a marine. At least, Smoker didn’t think so. But in every moment of Ace’s life he was a pirate, and he wouldn’t want it any other way.
That was why he had accepted the mark gratefully, when he didn’t think he could carry on any further. The arm that had reached out to him was one he would never forget, no matter what happened. He swore allegiance to that man, til the day that either of them died. He hoped to be first.
The night may have hidden his tattoo from prying eyes, but it didn’t remove the knowledge from his heart. Smoker could pretend it didn’t exist as much as he liked. Ace never would.