Hey Yall.

This story is currently getting re-written because I wrote it 3 years ago, and I literary have no recollection of what I wanted to convey with this story or how I wanted it to end. I formally apologize to any long term followers- tho I don't really believe there are any of those. I promise to not change the plot too much, since I most probably had something grand planned with it. I just wish to change the wording and explanations of certain scenes to better fit my tastes and preferences and this story in general.

There are certain wordings in here that were written by a wannabe cool 14 year old that convey and spawn off rape culture and degradation of women, so I wish to change it.

Warnings: This story is a blatant example of incest, and a lot of complications in incest relationships shall be explored and talked about. So if you are iffy with that type of stuff, this story is better off your reading list.

Ace x Luffy, Marco x Ace (one sided), Sanji x Luffy (one sided), Zoro x Sanji (one sided)

I did say I will make an update to this by May, so here I am.

Please enjoy and proceed with caution as this is an underage and dubious consent fic at some points.

Also I made Izuo a non-binary character, because why not.

ACE POV

If wishes could come true…then will my come true? If I tell God about my wish…will it come true? If I tell the wind my wish…will it come true? I have been here on this rusty and creaking balcony wondering that for the past 20 minutes. Starring at my pathetic self, more like a reflection of my pathetic self from a rain puddle on the muddy ground bellow the second floor balcony of the Left Wing of school. My hair is a mess of grime, grease, and leaves. All of which was caused by total neglect of hygiene in the past 3 days. I lifted my arm and sniffed my armpit. Disgusting.

"Go have a shower man" I voice dragged out like syrup poured over waffles on a Sunday morning spoke behind me. My eyes closed. My nose bunched up from the smell of tobacco smoke and a heavy mist of sweet cologne. Marco and his cologne overuse, I should seriously talk to him about it.

"It's nasty" He said again, this time closer. I opened my eyes and looked at the puddle, deciding that permanent damage to my neck wasn't worth my beautiful reflection I looked foreword to the opposing building that was dangerously close to the balcony. I could probably see students in there if I tried squinting hard enough, but the shiny surface that was bouncing off sunshine rays was not having it. The more I gazed at my opposing reflection, of slumped down shoulders and tired eyes the more I couldn't ignore the stare behind me. It was a perfect view, that I had, from here. Marco and his wide almond eyes, looking straight at me. He was aware I could see him, must be with the practical blinding light in front of me. Still, his gaze did not leave me and wondered all over my body. I felt it's rough edge like a gloved hand of a middle aged man, caressing my shoulders, my neck, my hair, my back, going down my deltoids slowly, wrapping itself around my torso. I didn't want to shiver, because that will be showing him I was uncomfortable with his stares. And that will prove him right. But I did either way, and he smirked and huffed and looked up to the sky.

Lately, I've been scared of how he looks at me.

It's been 30 minutes into lunch hour, and everyone has gathered on the hill. No more chilling stares from Marco, this is for the best. Kid has been noticing a switch in the mood between me and the pineapple haired bird, and has been looking scared and confused out of his mind for the last couple of weeks. I don't blame him, I have no idea what to do either. I have bigger problems than Marco hitting on me publicly, like school and grades and jobs and university applications and-

"DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO NOT TOUCH THAT" I screech like noise that was barely understandable was made from the bottom of the hill, where a large group of lower-classmate had gathered for lunch. The demon screech, specifically, had been produced by a blond kid in a pink and yellow dress shirt who was basically strangling another brown skinned kid with an afro.

"I-ii-immm—soooooo-oo-o-vewwrryy sworry" A plead came from said afro, as he was released to the ground and was attempting to convince his trachea that he did not need an ambulance. The huge crowd consisted of multiple girls who were bossing around pink and yellow shirt to do errands for them. There was a green haired dude, who had a very bright pink haired girl sitting across, more like on top of him, that had the most horrible dye job you can imagine. Whoever did algae haired dude's hair should do pink haired glutton's hair.

"Hey Ace, are you paying attention to Izuo?" A question drifted around me as I twisted my neck in a weird angle to face Izuo.

"Oh yea I'm listening to him" I said, without managing to bite my tongue in time. Everyone looked at me as if I had committed murder. Yes, I realize my mistake Izuo. I lift my hand in front of my face in an apologizing gesture that they smiled at. I'm sorry Izuo, I haven't gotten this whole pronoun thing down, my head is constantly busy with all types of other things like well- my brother.

Have you ever felt that feelings? It is almost as if you are sleeping, but not really. Like you are floating more like. And you get to experience all types of past experiences at once. I get that feeling all the fucking time. All I see is Luffy's 3rd birthday, and how he blew out all 3 candles. How the Tigger from Winnie the Pooh cake was cut up and how Luffy ate the tail piece with his name written on it. I remember his first time trying pineapple, and how he scrunched up his nose when I made the curry too spicy. I remember how his first word wasn't 'Mama" but 'Ace'. I remember his first day at school, better than I remember mine. I remember how on Valentine's day poor little 7 year old Luffy didn't get a kiss from anyone, so I leaned in and kissed his cheek. Careful, gentle, with caution, not to ruin the softness. Not to take away from the purity and innocence. Not to stain. Not to steal the angelic look in his eyes when his tears stopped streaming. Not to show my bitterness over the fact that we learned how homosexuality and incest were wrong in class today. Not to show, how fucking horrible I was even back then.

I would get shooting pain through my temple at this point and gasp as more memories flood through my scrunched up jello brains.

I don't think there was a day or a time in all of my existential time line that I did not love Luffy. I remember Mom, and how she told me to love him no matter what happened, but I quite seriously don't remember much from her. Luffy was born, and mom died and Luffy was put into my arms instead of Mom's and although I don't remember anything he must have looked like something so precious because I still to this day do not want him to do anything that will strip away his purity. Luffy is a cute and wonderful little kid and nobody can convince me otherwise. Me otherwise? I was a different story. I was the, what you would call, prototype. You know how some animals that hatch eggs will solely create an egg just for it to die, like it will be put at a very vulnerable spot and would not get enough heating like the rest of the nest? I am that egg. I was meant to be born just so I could protect and aid all the other eggs. And if Luffy is one of most successful eggs, then I am the one that got broken before I could develop. I must have. Because, it's not normal. What I think about at nights, what I think about when I look at Luffy. It's definitely not normal. The fact that I get hard from imagining Luffy on any of my nasty porn is sick in it's own way. I was meant to protect, I was meant to take over for Mom, but it looks like I am what I must protect Luffy from. It must scare him right? The way I touch him, the excuses I give myself to touch him. He must notice right? I sure do. When Marco deliberately places packs of Pall Mall on the balcony edge, just so that he spreads his hand across my shoulder, touching my arm along the way and caressing my forearm until he reaches his pack. Stretching out his thumb to touch my abdomen when he pulls his hand back. It makes me uncomfortable, not really, kinda, like I was touched without permission. My younger raven sibling must feel like this as well. I should be ashamed of myself, for ever making him feel like this. I should bite my tongue off for every asking him if he has a date, if he has had his first kiss, if he has gotten a wank job yet. I should ship myself away for going in his bed at night and wrapping myself around him whilst pressing my half hard length to his hip.

We both pretend like the other is asleep.

It is no wonder, that he feels farther than ever. Despise the fact that he is opening the fridge currently and roaming inside of it. Butt sticking up, hips wagging back and forth, shoulder blades moving rapidly, he is definitely hungry all right. My fingers spread over to attempt to grab his silhouette. He gets up and looks at me.

"Oh, you're awake?" He says while pretending to not have seen me trying to reach out for him. The black haired kid starts to cut open the pomelo and then ends up cutting himself on the tip of the butcher knife he had gotten.

20 seconds later, he is sitting on the counter top and I am bandaging his fingers.

"Hey Ace" He talks, high pitched but raspy, like a preteen going through the voice change. I almost get distracted by his moving lips as he starts to talk.

"Today in history we learned that someone shot a porno besides that Egyptian Pyramids of Giza, and they got penalized for it" He said in a happy tone with sparkly eyes. My mouth wavered through. Yet another excuse. He is learning about sex, he is casually talking about it now, watch me use this an excuse to touch him in more inappropriate ways. God, just shoot me.

"So Usopp was like jaw dropping and shit, and Sanji was not impressed. So I tapped Zoro by the shoulder and I whispered 'show me your nefertities' real fast and his eyes almost shot out of his sockets and Sanji scrapped 3 layers of wood from the desk because of how hard he shoved his teeth on to the desk in an attempt to not laugh like a horse. I saw Nami's face from the other end of the class and she had a hand covering her mouth but a definite interest...-" He went on and on. And I just smiled as I was able to hold on to his hand, and I resisted the urge to direct it to my crotch. God, give me a hole to crawl into.

"Hey bro, we also got these airplane shits" He pointed out two sheets of origami paper on the counter next to his sprawled out backpack.

"You, what have I told you about collecting your crap from the couches" I clipped the first aid tool box closed and I went to put it back into the cupboard.

"Aww common. You know you love me too much, so you are gonna go ahead and bring it back to my room like always" I stuffed the box in the wooden cupboard, oh shit, you have no idea how much. I wish I could turn the switch of "siblings" off as easy as I could turn any other relationship status off. I glanced to the origami paper.

"And what exactly does one do with that shit?" I looked at him. Him and his huge toothed grin that shook my universe. I felt my mother's gaze at my back. Judging me. I know, I am a sick fuck that has a thing for his brother. Amazing, wonderful. Send me to hell.

"You fold it," The small framed kid looked at me and grabbed my hand and swiveled it around his waist and brought it to the origami paper. God kid, you make it so easy. "- like this" He looked back up at me. His eyes had rolled back into his skull a bit and he bit his lips. I felt my crotch move, no subtlety what so ever.

"And you write whatever little wish you got on it. It doesn't matter even if it's chocolate!" He said why pushing himself towards my torso and then moved his body out of my reach and to the other end of the counter top. He definitely felt my hard on, no doubt. I am such trash. I looked at the little paper plane in front of me.

"W- Wouldn't..-" I attempted to say, but my dick needed some serious attention right now and I needed to go take a shower. Luffy looked up to me from his marker and paper plane.

"Wouldn't it have been better to write it first, and then fold it?" I said and Luffy looked at me with raised eyebrows. As if I was missing a huge point.

"It doesn't matter, it's fun this way. You gotta struggle to not bend it" He said and continued to write on it. I looked at my pale orange origami plane. I could be generic and write "Luffy" on it. 'Cus it is something that I wish for, maybe I can ask to meet someone that looks exactly like him but just not my brother? Whatever really. It's too dangerous to put anything you actually want on a paper plane because it's bound to land somewhere near. And quite frankly I just don't want everyone to know I want to bang up my 16 going 17 little brother. So I scribbled the most vague shit you can think up of and set the thing as ready and approved my the San Francisco pilot head for flight.

"You gotta put ya'r name on it, Ace" Luffy said from behind me as he ran a hand on my tricep. Meanwhile mr. Woody ain't getting any better at hiding himself. I have noticed, how he has never called me big brother before. Like ever. Parent teacher nights consisted of me introducing myself as such, and Luffy just calling my name over and over. I scribble a huge "Ace-with-the-big-D" over the top of the plane and shoot it out the window. It landed somewhere close by I presume, because when am I ever good at something. Luffy shoots his own paper craft that has been approved by the SF airport out of the window and we watch how it goes to way greater lengths than mine ever did.

Wow, such a real life analogy.

Hey my wonderful human beings,

I wish to express how much I regret my previous work but I can't. So all I can say is, please enjoy this new work from me.

It's not really new considering that I'm just rewriting it. But I am almost finished rewriting Stars- Ch1 and Ch2 and I will post them both together soon.

In this work I will be attempting to look into the complexities of incest relationships and how Ace is put against a wall of protection responsibilities that he must attend to and dealing with his friend making advances on to him without a common ground achieved by both of them.

-Tsukineko-san (I will be changing my username too soon, cus this one is so weebish I'm gonna die. I am a closet weeb, not a public one, atleast not anymore thank god)