AN: Originally intended to be a drabble but this fic wanted more from me and yeah. This will be full of fluff and (hopefully) laughs.

As he logged into Fanfiction, Ace could not hold back a manly squeal. He had posted the last chapter of his latest fic, and the response was phenomenal. He had thrice as much reviews as the previous chapters, and they were all positive and a tad emotional. He could not blame his readers. He was planning that ending for a long time and was happy it had worked out perfectly. He read out some of reviews he got:

From: OnePeaceIsLyfe

man I wish you could see me rn, thefirefist! I'm literally sobbing into my pillow oh god. Dis is all your fault. But well-written, my friend, well-written. I didn't expect Trace to die. Write a happier one next time, ok! One where Trace and Mako actually end up together ALIVE

Ace's face felt like it would break from smiling. OnePeaceIsLyfe was one of his newer readers who had come about nine chapters into the fic. According to his Fanfiction profile page, he was a guy living in the same country as Ace was. It did not mean a lot to him; he was simply happy that a guy also shipped MakoTrace. It was one of the underrated ships of One Peace, the fandom he was in at the moment.

One Peace was a popular manga about treasure hunting with a main character named Money G. Raffy and was about how Raffy formed a treasure hunting group to search the hidden treasure, One Peace, and become the Treasure King. Ace considered One Peace his most favorite manga series of all time. The story, characterization, pace—almost everything!—were just so perfect. He admired it so much.

So Ace wrote fanfiction about One Peace as a result. At first, he tried his hand at general stories about Raffy and his group. Soon, he focused on his favorite pairings. Right now, his favorite was MakoTrace, which was the blended name of Mako and Trace. Mako and Trace were members of the strongest treasure hunting group and—Ace felt a pang in his chest as he remembered the fate of his beloved couple, and he thought, Nope, not gonna reminisce about Trace's death today.

Mako and Trace probably were only friends in canon, but Ace thought they were too adorable not to ship. And he had decided. In order to support his ship, he had jumped aboard the fanfiction train and wrote tons of stuff about MakoTrace.

Ace scrolled down and one review caught his attention. It was fromone of his veteran readers, and Ace excitedly began to read the comment.

From: forthegold

Oh honey, you just broke my heart. But I'm used to it. You've been breaking my heart since your first Makotrace fic. I don't care because your fics are just gorgeous. You are gorgeous! Speaking of gorgeous, have you seen your surprise on tumblr? You lucky boy xo

Ace's interest piqued as he finished reading, opening a new tab and going to the Tumblr log in page.

What was she talking about? Ace was not sure if forthegold was a she—it was not stated on her profile or Tumblr—but she sounded like one. After spending most of his time online, Ace felt like he could identify a person through their words.

When the familiar blue of the website flashed before him, he immediately clicked on his notifications and almost had a heart attack.

There were new notes, most of which are based on his updates, but a single post where Ace's username was tagged in was the cause of his distress. He clicked on it and almost started crying.

On the page was a wonderful artwork from his favorite MakoTrace artist, bluephoenix. It was based on the scene of his latest fic where Mako was confessing his love for Trace.

"Oh, my God," Ace muttered in shock and happiness. He wanted to jump on his bed but he might wake his neighbor. He read the caption.

bluephoenix:

"I have always been in love with you. Always will, Trace. Never forget that."

Truer words have never been said. Drew this scene from the fantastic thefirefist11's fic, Always Have, Always Will. Everyone who loves MakoTrace should read it!

Ace's cheeks were starting to hurt from all the smiling. He was sure he looked silly sitting in front of laptop with a shit-eating grin on his face. He quickly liked and reblogged the post, adding the comment, Whoa, this is too beautiful! Thank you so much. It means a lot to have you make this. :)

Those words could not even begin to describe Ace's feelings at the moment. He loved bluephoenix's One Peace works, and he loved that his favorite artist was into the same pairing as he was.

He glanced at the clock at the bottom of his screen and frowned at the sight of one-fifteen. He had work tomorrow at ten, and he needed a full night's sleep for that. With a sigh, he reluctantly logged out, planning to respond to reviews at another time. Ace lay in bed after shutting of his laptop, a smile taking over that didn't fade even as he slept.

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It was Marco's routine to check his email as soon as he was awake. He read some important ones from work and was about to shut off his laptop until he saw his opened Tumblr tab. With a sigh, he clicked on it and checked his notifications.

Marco could not help a smile as he saw that thefirefist liked, reblogged, and commented on his work. He was glad he made one of his favorite authors happy. Marco was so glad that he spilled the coffee on his dress shirt.

"Fuck," Marco muttered, heading back to his room to change. What was he doing? It was not like he hadn't drawn for other authors. He had made several sketches for several popular ones like So We Could Be the Snakes and Phoenix's Tricks. Why did writing for thefirefist feel different? Did his favorite writer's style astonish him too much? Marco shook his head. He was overthinking it. Everyone in the fandom was his friends, no special exceptions. He had just been clumsy with his cup.

Now he wondered if he should pay his beloved neighbor a visit. Marco smiled, no doubt in mind that Ace was still asleep and might be sleeping till noon. The guy had poor sleeping habits, and yet it did not show in that beautiful face—

Ugh, Marco should stop doing so much in the mornings. He was embarrassing himself.

At eight-thirty, Marco was dressed for work and was locking his door. As he made his way to Ace's, he shook off all thoughts of his fandom life and focused on how and when he would finally confess to his wonderful neighbor.

AN: I don't know anymore, someone hold me. Not beta-ed so please be kind and point out mistakes nicely when you see one. This will probably a two-shot or a three-shot. Still not sure.