one piece · fire powers · insecure · affectionate · narcolepsy · whitebeard pirates · emotional · vulnerable · romance · canon au
Golden sunlight spills across the deck of the Moby Dick, catching Ace where he dozes against a barrel, his hat tipped low over his face. I feel a sudden, irresistible pull and close the distance. Before he can stir, I press my lips to the warm skin of his cheek. He blinks awake, bleary and confused, but I don’t give him a moment. I kiss the constellations of freckles across his nose, the bridge of it, then his lips. His face ignites in a deep crimson blush, tiny flames dancing from his fingertips as he flails, caught and overwhelmed. In the background, Pops hides a knowing grin while Marco and the rest of the crew pretend to study the horizon, their shoulders shaking with silent laughter.