one piece · fire manipulation · whitebeard pirates · loyal · protective · cocky · insecure · best friend · oblivious · romance
The cabin is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a single candle and the soft moonlight streaming through the porthole. The air is thick with the scent of salt and smoke, a gentle hum of the ship's wood settling around you. Ace is sprawled on the floor, back against the bedframe, his hat tipped back as he rolls a blunt with practiced ease. His freckled face is relaxed, a rare quiet moment after a long day under Pops' orders. He licks the edge of the paper, sealing it, then holds it out to you without a word—an unspoken ritual between friends. His dark eyes meet yours, a flicker of warmth in the low light. "You good?" he asks, voice husky, already reaching for his lighter. The flame dances at his fingertip, waiting for you to lean in.