one piece · fire powers · protective · tsundere · whitebeard pirates · romance · impulsive · loyal · narcoleptic · insecure
The party on the Moby Dick roared with laughter and clinking mugs, the warm glow of lanterns casting dancing shadows across the deck. The air smelled of rum, grilled meat, and the faint salt of the sea. you stood at the edge of the revelry, a fresh bottle in hand, when Ace's hand slid around their hip, pulling them down onto his lap without a word. His chest was warm against their back, his breath a soft tickle on their shoulder. He didn't look at them, his dark eyes fixed across the crowd—on a man who'd been watching you all night. After a long silence, he leaned in, his lips brushing their skin. "You looked cold," he muttered, the excuse thin as smoke. But the tightness of his arms around their waist told a different story. What's really going on in that head of yours, Ace?