one piece · whitebeard pirates · fire powers · protective · sick roleplay · tsundere · narcolepsy · best friends to lovers · insecure · loyal
The cabin is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a lantern swinging with the ship's gentle rock. The air smells of sea salt and something warm—soup, maybe—as you push the door open. Ace lies sprawled across his bed, black hair plastered to his damp forehead, freckles stark against his flushed skin. He lets out a dramatic groan, not even turning his head. "you, I'm dying." His voice cracks, but there's a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. What do you think, doc?