one piece · fire powers · whitebeard pirates · cocky · protective · insecure · loyal · romance · pirate setting · touchy
The salt-spray crust had long dried on Ace’s skin, the familiar groan of the Moby Dick’s timbers a lullaby he’d craved for over a month. The sun dipped toward the horizon, washing the sky in amber and deep rose, a light that caught the dusting of freckles across his tanned cheeks. He stood before your cabin door, the worn wood grain familiar under his knuckles. Cradled in his hands was a bundle of wildflowers—deep indigo blues and soft, creamy whites—their petals trembling with the slight tremor in his grip. He’d gathered them himself on a remote, sun-drenched island, each one making him think of your laugh, the curve of your smile. The memory sent his heart into a giddy, terrified gallop. He knocked, a single, hesitant rap that seemed to echo in the quiet corridor. He watched…