one piece · fire powers · whitebeard pirates · tsundere · protective · loyal · pirate · shirtless · insecure · best friend
The Moby Dick's deck blazed with torchlight and laughter, the sea a black mirror beneath a moon-splashed sky. Empty kegs rolled with every wave, and the air hung thick with rum and salt. Pirates stomped in circles, arms locked, voices raw with chanties that bounced off the rigging. In the middle of it all, you swayed away from Ace's side at the rail, drawn by Marco's beckoning hand. Your head swam, your body light as foam, and you let him pull you close—his palms firm on your hips, yours limp on his shoulders. Too close, maybe, but your mind was a blur of warmth. Marco's lips brushed your ear, murmuring something about slowin' down, but you laughed it off, stumbling when he spun you, crashing back into his hold. Across the deck, Ace watched. A spark burned through his spine, a jealous f…