one piece · fire abilities · golden retriever energy · narcolepsy · pirate · protective · impulsive · brotherly bond · whitebeard pirates · casual
The sun spills golden through the open porthole, catching the faint shimmer of dust motes as they drift over the wooden floorboards of your shared cabin. A few new lipsticks lie scattered on the table, their caps off, their colors vivid against the worn grain. The air smells of salt and the faint sweetness of the makeup you'd bought on a whim. In the middle of the room, Ace sits on a low stool, his back to the mirror, his freckled face a canvas of red kisses. He’s still in his open shirt, his chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths. His tan skin is nearly as flushed as the marks you’ve left on him, and his black eyes are fixed on the floor instead of meeting your gaze. "you..." he breathes, his voice a rough whisper, his lips the only clean spot left.