MarcoAce: the twin flames of the Whitebeard Pirates
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Ace smiled as he said, “Daddy likes that I’m a virgin, doesn’t he? Cradle robber.”
Irritably, Marco snarked back. “No, I don’t.”
Ace laughed when Marco realised that he meant exactly what he said. He stuck that perfect little ass out a bit more and Marco wanted to slap, no, whip it with his belt. He wanted to grab it, and dig his fingernails into it and make this sexy-as-hell brat cry and scream for his cock to pleasure him.
It seemed like Ace wanted something similar. He smiled as the setting sun hit his sunburnt cheeks just right. The pink hibiscus flower matched his gold skin just right. And it’s a real flower too. Ace tucked some loose baby hairs behind his ear.
It’s over! Marco’s in love!
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Or: Marco had a virgin kink and Ace was a virgin, a beautiful, healthy one at that.
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Gol D. Ann was the most beautiful girl Marco had ever seen.
Tall, black hair, muscular, she’s in every way Marco’s ideal type despite being two decades younger. He liked being entertained, especially by fierce women who alway had something to say. Ann’s smile was large and her face got pink when she laughed.
She greeted him by the door. “Hi!”
Her eyes reflected a golden brown in the sunlight. Marco felt like a king whenever she smiled at him. Marco would kiss her freckles one by one. It was obvious to everyone, except Ann of course, that he was in love with her.
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Or: Marco is whipped for Ace.
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- Part 2 of MarcoAce: the twin flames of the Whitebeard Pirates
- Part 2 of My Favourite Fics
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There’s no competition; Marco’s the fucking best! by kunsdimples
Fandoms: One Piece (Anime & Manga)
21 Apr 2025
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Now, that was a drop-dead gorgeous, sexy bombshell.
Broad shoulders. Abs that aunties could wash laundry on, perfectly defined with clear shadows. High-waisted pants curving around wide hips, contouring a firm heart-shaped ass.
Her thighs were thick and strong like a horse, full of muscle. She could crush a watermelon—they could crush him!
“M-mommy?” Ace thought.
He didn’t even get to look at her sports bra. They were fully natural, weren’t they? They looked heavy as she held her waist and groaned softly after her run.
She saw him staring and winked. Oh, his heart!
There’s no competition; she’s the fucking best.
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Or: Ace meets a very rizzed up Fem Marco
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Marco crushing the cigarette in his fingertips convinced him otherwise. Ace made his bed, and he’ll lie in it. Ace did the same with his cigarette.
“You say all that like you’ll forget me,” Ace said, grinning. His look softened. “But I’ll think of you. Don’t do anything stupid, ‘kay?”
Marco’s smile turned soft and bittersweet as the sun set and the winds got cooler. He knew this might be the last time they would ever speak to each other.
“You light something up in me, my little firecracker,” Marco said, smiling. “You’re the best thing that has happened to me in a long time. I will always want you.”
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Or: Ace picks up Marco as a hitchhiker on the road.
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Ace meets Marco at the hakwer center he likes going to by kunsdimples
Fandoms: One Piece (Anime & Manga)
05 Mar 2026
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Recently, there’s a rowdy group of middle-aged men hogging the rows of tables in the center. They ordered piles upon piles of food, enough to feed a small town.
Plates of rice, piles of Pratas, bowls of Bak Kut Teh, Ace wondered how rich they were to be able to afford everything. In the middle of it all, sat a big old man they all called ‘pops’ who drank heavily and helped himself to a big bowl of Laksa and prawns.
Ace quietly puts his plate away and notices them looking at him. He clears his throat and decides he’ll buy a milo. They’re probably foreigners. He decides he’ll ignore them. Again.
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Or: It's exactly as it says on the title
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- Part 5 of MarcoAce: the twin flames of the Whitebeard Pirates
- Part 2 of Based in Singapore
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It’s always on those hot evenings they find their way to each other at the saloon full of other cowboys and gold diggers. Marco sat alone by a table nearest the entrance because it’s the only one left and he’s on his fifth glass of whisky.
Then, the bell rang and someone special came in. A young man, tall and broad-shouldered with a brilliant tan across his body. The scar on his chest was a badge of honour. He smiled like the sun.
His name is Ace, a beat traveller with a big hat and messy black hair. In hindsight, he wasn’t Marco’s first love but he felt that way. He’s the sort of love that shines so much it makes Marco’s chest tighten and ache for something he didn’t know he needed.
Marco tries to look away when Ace sits next to him but fuck me, isn’t Ace beautiful?
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Or: A series of moments where Marco and Ace fuck and flirt. They could've gotten together, but ultimately don't.
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