A Dragons Fire [Portgas D. Ace x Reader]

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Battle Decided

6.1k words

Warning: suicide, abuse of drugs, fighting, blood, sexual assault, drowning, mental torture, cursing.

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Thirds Persons POV

Ace clenches his fists. He stood still watching as his wife became a puppet for what he would describe as a 'perverted fuck.' The usually warm fire inside him was becoming an inferno the more he watched his wife.

He had to get her back. Every bone in his body was screaming at him to get her back.

When y/n turned around and he saw no hint of recognition in her eyes which was when he almost lost it. His hands were itching to create a flame pillar, firefly, fire fist-anything! Anything that would make him feel better then sitting around doing nothing.

Not nothing. Waiting. A quiet voice inside his head reminded him. Y/n was certain Peckta would force her and her mother to leave the room. That's when he'd fight. Until then he had to keep his ever dwindling composure under control.

Ace closed his eyes and took a deep breath to steady his erratic heart. He had to remind himself that this would be only temporary but he couldn't help but remember the way y/n lost herself the first time. Under her fathers hypnosis while there was nothing he could do. But this was different. He could right his wrongs and do something this time. Free her and all her people. Be the husband worthy of her.

The sound of wet smacking brought Ace out of his thoughts. He slowly opens his eyes only to have them double the amount and then turn to raging slits. His hands were shaking badly and his breathing was heavy. Bloodlust risen to unnatural heights and murderous thoughts swirling in his brain.

Ace didn't think Peckta could piss him off more but he was so wrong. Being forced to watch that man stick his disgusting tongue down his wife's throat while she was unable to object may be the single worst thing Ace has ever seen.

Not only that but the way one hand was squeezing y/n's butt under her cape while at the same time groping her mothers boob made Ace want to hurl. Peckta had no shame or remorse for what he was doing and Ace vowed right then and there to make him pay.

Then he had the audacity to moan out loud while pulling away and staring Ace dead in the eyes. Claiming stake to the married women and wanting his enemy to be fired up.

"I'm going to make your last moment hell on earth before you go to hell. But even then that will be a vacation compared to what I'm going to do to you." Ace growls noticing the way his wife's ring sparkles in the moonlight.

Peckta cackles, "be my guest to try. Ladies, if you would so kindly do the pleasure as to preparing the ship. I think it's time we headed to our new home where we can have a lot more fun together."

Y/n and Hancock nod with a bow. They walk off the balcony hand in hand and into the thrown room.

It was like everything was in slow motion to Ace. The way y/n kept her head looking forward with not an ounce of herself being detected. She didn't even notice Aces saddened eyes and he watched her walk past him like he meant nothing to her.

It hurt Ace more then he cared to admit. But it also gave him a new sense of determination and resolve to end this matter and let her return to normal.

She had been right after all. And he wasn't going to miss his chance to pummel the bastard who did it to her.

The harshest glare in the world couldn't compare to Ace'd. The second y/n and Hancock were out the room the fighting recommenced.