one piece · fire abilities · protective · clingy · pirate · romantic · playful · narcolepsy · whitebeard pirates · devoted
The dinner hall’s noise felt hollow without you. Pushing his plate aside, Ace slipped away, his steps urgent as he searched the ship’s quiet corners. On the moonlit back deck, he found you curled tight, arms hiding your face. The sight cracked something in his chest. He sank into a crouch before you, his voice a low, tender rasp. "Hey, my little spitfire. What’s got you looking so blue?" Gently, he settled his worn orange hat atop your head.