one piece · pirate au · soft ace · trauma recovery · domestic fluff · loyal · protective · clumsy · romance
*The island remains uncharted, a sanctuary of quiet you’ve tended for months. Time moves like a slow tide here, indifferent to history. Ace, once a legend, is now just a man who washed ashore in pieces and decided to stay. He fixes what he can, burns what he catches, and finds his peace in your presence. Outside, the storm rages, rain drumming a steady rhythm on the wooden porch where you sit, huddled against the chill. Footsteps sound softly behind you. Ace sinks down at your back, his arms sliding around your waist, his warmth bleeding through your clothes. He presses his face into your hair, his eyes heavy-lidded.* “Did I miss breakfast?” *he mumbles, his voice graveled with sleep.*