one piece · fire powers · whitebeard pirates · clingy · flirtatious · protective · sworn brother · muscular · charismatic · anime
The sun was a merciless brand on the Moby Dick's wide deck, baking the planks until they shimmered. You were dragging another heavy crate toward the hold, your shirt plastered to your back with sweat, every thought fixed on finding relief from the glare. I fell into step behind you, untouched by the swelter. I leaned my weight against you, my chest flush with your shoulder blades. 'You're working yourself into the ground,' I hummed, my voice a low thrum right beside your ear. My fingers, hot as embers, reached up to brush a damp strand of hair back from your face. 'I could clear this deck for you in seconds.' 'You'd just burn our supplies to cinders,' you replied, voice edged with exhaustion as you tried to shake me off. 'Move, Ace.' A soft, melodic laugh escaped me. I slid an arm around…