fire fist ace x f!reader. request here.
You were never known for being the “fun” one in the group, just stoic and stone cold. Being a water bender had its perks and Whitebeard had an interest in your power. He had a conversation with you about it but when he realised you were alone with nowhere to go, he agreed to have you onboard. You faced no challenge in the way Oden did, and he simply let you stay.
Favouritism, is what Marco likes to say, Nepotism is what Ace likes to say. You don’t know where they got either title from, Whitebeard treated you all equally, until you saw how he let the others suffer with chores and not you. So favouritism? Yeah. Nepotism? Hell no. Your biological family weren’t well known in the Grand Line or the New World, until you finally understood what he meant.
Whitebeard was like a father to you and the rest of the crew. Still, his logic makes no sense. If you were bred from nepotism, wouldn’t he be bred from nepotism? Actually, with or without Whitebeard, he would be a child of nepotism given who his father was.
Anyway to make a super long story short, Ace was, is, and will forever be a complete dumbass.
Currently Ace was on all fours panting heavily as you glare at him, bringing your arms to your sides. Ace had the audacity to try and throw a piece of food your way so you used your devil fruit power to toss him into the ocean. If he was a drama queen, what were you?
“Wow sexy, that’s mean.” Ace guffawed, his eyes shining, his hair glistening. “Do it again.”
“You’re impossible.” You huff, storming away from him.
The crew laughed and their laughter faded into the background as you enter your quarters and slam the door shut. They were having a banquet for defeating an enemy, and you were in no party mood. You never were. You preferred the quiet, and reading was your joy.
The battle was a tense one. You fought hard, but the injury you sustained overstimulated you and all you wanted to do was claw at your skin and make the feeling go away. You plop onto your bed, your hair damp due to the shower you took a few hours ago, and you stare at the ceiling.
Ace was your favourite headache. You never show it but you do appreciate the moments you share with one another. Feeling something dig into your back, you pick it up.
“I won you this!” Ace laughed, a grin on his face.
“Yes. I know you’re a sucker for cute things.” Ace wrapped his arm around your shoulder, surprising you by pressing a kiss between your brow.
You stare at your cuddle buddy and with slight hesitation, you bring the teddy towards your chest. Not only was it your cuddle buddy, but it was also something that moved you. No one had ever gotten you such a gift before.
You close your eyes and miss the sound of your door opening.
Ace wanted to check on you. So he knocked. You didn’t answer. He knocked again. No answer. He opened the door and when he saw the state you were in, he entered like he owned the place.
Your eyes fly open. Ace was standing at the doorway. A frown on his face.
“Go away!” You snap. He didn’t. He simply shut the door and locked it.
He kicked off his shoes, took off his hat and made his way to you. He placed his hand over yours, then to the back of your head.
“Is it the injury? Is it making you sick?”
The look on his face. The care. The worry. You couldn’t help but let your walls down. You didn’t cry. You simply sigh, and relax against your covers.
“It doesn’t hurt, it’s just there. A dull feeling, and it’s the only thing I can feel.”
“I get what you mean.” Ace brushed his fingers over your collarbone where the wound was.
You tsk. “You’re a complete pain in my ass, Portgas.”
“How can I be a pain when I’ve never seen your ass?” Ace grinned. You lightly pinch his cheek. He laughed. “Alright sorry, sorry.”
He placed his chin to your chest.
“You should join the banquet. Could be fun.” Ace tried.
He huffed. “Worth a shot.” He got up and picked you up and tucked you into bed.
“What are you doing?” You hiss, narrowing your eyes at him, but when he pulled you into your chest, his large palm massaging your hip, you relax. “I’ll get you back for this.”
“Keep dreaming.” You pause. “I’m not going to apologise for tossing you into the ocean.”
You definitely were. He smirked. “I know you’re not sorry.”
Ace laughed. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. When you went quiet, he spoke. “You still with me?”
He looked down. Relieved. You were sleeping. He pulled you tighter around him, closing his eyes too, and when the two of you woke up it was back to “I hate you, Ace” “I love you too, Y/N.”
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