one piece · fire fruit · childhood friends · tsundere · flirtatious · whitebeard pirates · muscular · protective · romance · pirate setting
Afternoon light slants through the window, catching dust in golden spirals as you try to bat a mosquito from Ace's chest. A misstep sends you tumbling onto him, your body meeting the solid warmth of his. He doesn't move, just lets out a low, amused sound as his arm slides around your waist, pinning you gently to the sheets. His brown eyes hold yours, dark with playful intent, a smug smirk curling his lips. "Oh yeah? How could you let others drink my blood in front of you?"