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| WHEN IN NEED OF HEAT | PORTGAS D. ACE

summary: ever since ace opened up to the whitebeard pirates, the two of you hit it off instantly. best friends are best friends - until suddenly, time spent on a winter island ends up with you crawling into his bed for warmth. pairing: whitebeard pirate! reader / ace wc: 2.8k tags: f! reader, best friends to lovers, fluff, suggestive themes, ace tries to make you fold but he ends up folding first

The moment Ace stopped running his mouth and pretending he hated life on the Moby Dick, the two of you hit it off. Safe to say, if you were nowhere to be found and Ace was off on a mission, everyone - Whitebeard included - knew that you must've sneaked off the ship to tag along with him.

The two of you were practically attached at the hip, confiding in each other constantly, sitting next to each other during meals, napping together.

You'd never regretted your time with Ace - he was your closest confidante, and the man you knew you could trust with your life.

Until now.

"You're joking, right?" You stared at the borrowed ship - Ace's typical rider was under repairs back on the Moby Dick, but he'd refused to wait for it and went about borrowing someone else's. Said borrowed ship was currently in flames.

You sat on the shore of the winter island, eyes glaring down at the bashful man who was rubbing the back of his head awkwardly, foot nudging the unsalvageable wreck.

"Well, you know." Ace cleared his throat. "It's hard for me to remember that not everything is fireproof."

"Pops is gonna laugh at you so hard." You groaned, burying your head in your hands. "Who the hell did you borrow this from?"

"Borrow?" Ace blinked, scratching his chin. "Um. I stole it."

You stared at him in disbelief. He was always like this, reckless, doing whatever he wanted on a whim. "You're kidding."

"Well, good thing I have my trusty shipwright with me!" He laughed heartily, smacking your back. You shot him a dirty look, and he withered a bit. "I'm sorry."

"You're lucky I love you, Ace." You grumbled, poking at the dying flames, unable to see how red his ears turned as you focused on the pathetic excuse of a ship in front of you. "This will take ages to fix. I'll pretty much have to rebuild it. Maybe a week or so, I can just make a little rowboat and we can try to meet the Moby Dick halfway."

"Good call." Ace said, fanning his face behind you despite the cold surrounding you two. "Not the best idea to try to build a huge ship from scratch, especially when the mission's already done. Pops will be wondering where we are. I'll call him, ask him to pull up to the nearest island."

You mumbled a string of expletives that Ace pretended not to hear - your swearing was an outrageous habit, one that he promised Whitebeard he'd get rid of because your language was honestly mortifying. Not that pirates should care, but you? If this was a show, half the things you said would be censored.

He did feel bad that you'd have to work so hard and make a ship to help the two of you get back - but maybe it was your own fault that you'd tagged along to begin with, considering the fact that this wasn't a mission even remotely concerning you.

You yawned, rubbing your eyes and kicking the remains of the ship. "Tomorrow, we'll collect some lumber from the woods and dig around the town junkyard for any spare metal. I'll see what I can do from there."

"Why don't we just ask the townspeople for tools-"

You cut Ace off with a fist to the top of his head, thumping him harshly. "It's bad enough that we're digging through their trash, and you want to steal good tools from them too?! You're a barbarian, you absolute-"

More expletives exited your mouth as Ace rubbed his wounded head, groaning. You'd always been picky about asking people for help - though he guessed that was a trait you two shared - being stubborn.

If you weren't willing to ask the townspeople for help, then he should've known you wouldn't be willing to ask for lodging either. It didn't really come to him as a surprise, watching you unfold the tents you always kept with you and setting one up under a thick tree, eyes droopy and tired.

"This one's for you." You said, tears collecting in your eyes as you yawned, shambling over to the next tree to set up your tent.

Ace's eyes narrowed. To anybody but you on the Whitebeard crew, it was blatantly obvious that Ace had been in love with you since the day he'd become part of the crew - one of Whitebeard's sons.

Maybe you were just blind as a bat. That had to be it, he was convinced - watching you set up your own tent while still mumbling, pretending to be annoyed about him.

It was no secret to your crew that you had a soft spot for Ace. Your natural place was always beside him, whether sleeping, eating, doing chores, folding laundry; the two of you were almost always side by side, only ever truly inseparable during missions that were taken at the same time but led to different places.

You convinced yourself that the soft spot was just because he was your best friend.

"Goodnight." You grumbled, opening the tent and cocooning into your sleeping bag. Ace hummed, taking his shirt off and hanging it on the outside of his tent before crawling inside. You gaped at him, hand on the zipper of your door. "You're not cold?"

"Um?" He laughed, pointing at himself, bicep flexing. "Flare-Flare fruit eater, hello?"

Your eyes drifted to his shoulders, raking over his tattoo, before you realized he was still waiting for an answer, looking at you expectantly. "Right. Yeah, of course. I'll see you tomorrow, Ace."

For you, falling asleep cold was ideal. It was easiest to fall asleep when it was chilly, your body warmed by a blanket and your face cooled by a night breeze.

There was a difference between cold and freezing. You were curled into fetal position inside the sleeping bag, trying to circulate your own body heat. You cursed at Ace inside your head for having such a convenient power - the same power that'd set the damn ship on fire to begin with.

You could always just go to his tent. A voice in your mind whispered. You paused your cold exhale, your breath showing a cloud inside the dark tent. You considered it. Then considered more.

Then banished the thought. That was ridiculous.

Why? You guys nap together all the time. The voice pestered.

Napping is different from sleeping. Napping happens when you're just doing something and you get tired. Sleeping happens when you decide to fall asleep next to someone, no matter the purpose.

But you're cold. He'd warm you up.

It would be wrong, you decided. It would cross a boundary that's been carefully refined over years. One you couldn't cross. So you curled back into yourself, hoping that sleep would wash over you.

On the other side of the clearing, Ace stared at his door. Stubborn you. He knew you wouldn't come, but some part of him had hoped that maybe, just maybe, you'd give in and come find him. The best part about having a best friend that ate the Flare-Flare fruit is...

Uh, dude. It's a winter island and he's a heater. Are you serious? He was practically fuming, hands raking down his face as he flailed around in the tent, aggressively pointing at the door as if you were standing right by it, pretending to yell at you without really saying anything. God, you were so stubborn.

He relented tonight, arms folded behind his head as he flopped onto the cold floor of his tent. He expected you in here by the end of the week.

The next day, he woke up surprisingly early, yawning and squinting at the sun, fully rested. Wondering if you were up yet, he opened the door to your tent just a little bit.

There you were, still curled into a ball inside the bag, jaw clenched and teeth chattering. He frowned, taking some pity on you. The sun was only just rising - he decided to be nice (not that he thought you'd encourage it) and crawled inside your tent quietly, opening up your sleeping bag.

Immediately, you frowned, curling up into an impossibly tighter ball, wrapping your arms around yourself. He laid a gentle hand on your back, pushing you into his warm chest, and did his best not to laugh aloud at how you immediately melted into him.

Still asleep, you buried your face into his chest, freezing cold hands flying around his waist (he had to stop himself from yelping in surprise), legs tangling with his. He sighed. He'd meant to give you some heat and leave a bit later, but there was no way he could leave now.

He'd better sleep some more while he could. God knows he'd be getting an earful when he wakes up.

You couldn't bring yourself to look at Ace. You'd woken up toasty and warm, like someone had brought you a heater in the night. Still half asleep, you hugged the heater tighter, before you felt the heater's breath catch and squeak a bit.

Looking up, you were met with Ace's bare chest and his flushed face. He'd grinned sheepishly at you, waving a little 'hello', which had resulted in you unzipping the tent at a rapid speed and creating a snowball to throw at his face, which he swiftly caught and melted.

He'd tried explaining himself, saying he'd come to wake you up only to see you shivering, so he thought he’d help you out. Your ears were a furious red, your speech incoherent as you pointed at him, stammering out words that weren't even real, before giving up and wandering into the woods to gather some lumber and get started on your rowboat.

Halfway through the day, when Ace brought you the third stack of wood, you were still cursing at the sea. You knew you had nothing in particular to be mad about - this was a scene you'd woken up to countless times, being wrapped around Ace like a koala, and yet there was something different about it, sharing his body heat, relying on him for warmth. He'd only wanted to help, but something had changed.

The boundary had been crossed.

He made you lunch and dinner to apologize for it - though it didn't really help that he was an abysmal cook. You ate it anyhow, begrudgingly and glaring at him all the while. He kept apologizing over and over, and you'd just respond with curses.

Ace feared you'd never speak to him again. You'd never been mad at him for more than an hour - truly mad, at least. He skulked around the camp like a kicked puppy, bringing you whatever tools you needed as you huffed by the shore, banging away on what was shaping up to be a well made rowboat.

As night fell and you forced him to boil water for you so you could shower in the woods, he stared at where you'd walked off to and did nothing but fret, leg bouncing on the dirt as he prayed you'd speak to him before you went to bed.

Imagine his shock when you came back from your shower, hair wet and beginning to freeze, and crawled into his tent, leaving the door open.

His tent. Not yours. He stared at the tent until he thought his eyes were going to fall out of their sockets, before he started walking to your tent, assuming that you'd made a mistake and mixed up his tent with yours.

"I'm cold." Your voice said meekly from the tent, clearly trying to stop your teeth from chattering.

He tugged his shirt off immediately, diving into the tent and ignoring how you cursed at him for landing on top of you.

The next few days were unfamiliar, but not uncomfortable. He'd wake up a bit before you, watching you drool on his chest and bury your face into his neck, as if it was something you'd always done. He'd watch you work on the boat, bringing you things whenever you asked for them. He'd make you meals, taking your criticisms into mind as he adjusted whatever little seasonings he had.

All things he'd done before - but there were things he hadn't done, too.

He'd heat up the water for you at night, and tease that he could stay close by in the woods in case you needed a reheating. He'd expected you to scoff at him, throwing something at him and cursing up a storm, but you'd only shrugged, tugging your shirt off and heading into the woods - neither a yes or a no.

Obviously, he'd followed.

He started sleeping with no pants on, only boxers, when he realized that late at night and early in the morning was when you'd cling to him tightest, rubbing against him just the slightest bit as if getting situated, but he knew you were up to something.

He fell asleep with a hand on your back and woke up with a hand on your ass instead, and you started falling asleep next to him but waking up fully on top of him, panties slightly wet, him having boxers to match, though neither of you complained when you continued whatever activities you might've been up to before you'd woken up.

The extra tent you'd set up was quickly forgotten and neglected, your sleeping bag no longer used. He'd tease you about how soft you'd gotten - obviously, he was responded to with expletives - but no matter how much you cursed, you never denied it. You'd always been soft for Ace, but you were more open about it now.

More honest.

The day the rowboat was finally done and Whitebeard confirmed the Moby Dick was docked at the nearest rowable island, Ace caught your wrist right before you packed everything onto the ship and kissed you - something he'd done many a time over the past few days.

"What are we?" He'd asked, grip tight on your wrist. He felt like the past week was a dream, but he wanted it to be real. He never wanted this to end, he wanted to be with you.

You raised a mocking brow, responding, "Gee, I wonder." Ace frowned, and you sighed. You never liked seeing him upset. Your hands wandered under his shirt, going up, up, ever higher, resting on the chest you were now so familiar with as he leaned closer to you, desperate to hear the answer he wanted to hear. "You're mine, Ace. And I'm yours. It's that simple."

Ace broke into a wide grin, hands on your ass as he lifted you up, kissing you again. "Good. I just wanted to check."

You kissed him back, but mumbled expletives into his mouth. "I love you, but we need to leave."

"You love me romantically." He clarified, letting you down as he peppered kisses all over your face.

"Yeah, whatever." You grumbled, standing there and taking what he gave you. "Come on, Pops is waiting."

Ace hummed, finally relinquishing you and tossing the equipment into the boat and hopping in, one hand outstretched for you. You took it, carefully stepping into the rowboat and sitting down. Ace took a familiar stance, like a surfer on a surfboard, and you shot up, smacking him down.

He whined, rubbing his head and flailing about as you shoved the oars in his hands. "It's a wooden boat, Ace. Row."

"Yes, ma'am." He sighed, obeying. "I feel like I'm being used."

"Sorry, who just toiled away for a week building a new ship because of you?" You scoffed. "Of course I don't want you to burn down this one too."

"I wouldn't mind one more week on the island." Ace shrugged, rowing heavily, arms flexing.

You leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, causing his rowing to stutter just a bit. "I'll still sleep with you when we're back, you know."

"Promise?" He grinned.

"Obviously."

"You two look cozy." Whitebeard rumbled from his seat, a tanker of beer in his hand as he observed you two.

"We're dating!" Ace replied cheerily as you shrugged, writing out an apology letter to Izou, who was apparently the victim of Ace's thievery as he visited the Moby Dick, now stranded. You'd have to make him a new boat to return, and quick, too.

"Oh?" The captain chuckled, smiling. "About time. I believe Marco owes me some money."

"You bet on us, Pops?" You raised a brow, unamused. You withheld your curses - you'd never curse at the old man. "Ridiculous."

"What's ridiculous is the two of you playin' 'Ring Around the Rosy'." Whitebeard huffed, downing his beer before directing his words to Ace. "Go on, then. Tell Marco to bring me my berries, and help your girl there repair the chaos you've caused. That poor boy, Izou."

You shoved a to-do list in Ace's hands, at the very top starting with "APOLOGIZE TO IZOU" and at the very bottom ending with "BUY IZOU SHIP SUPPLIES AND BRING THEM BACK". He groaned at the extensive list, frowning at you, but you were already walking away to your cabin.

You threw a look over your shoulder, grinning at his pouting, and only shot him a thumbs up. "You know where to find me."

Ace couldn't stop himself from smiling. He added one more item at the bottom of the to-do list.

Portgas D. Ace x f!reader

CW : fluff, love, pet names

Word Count : 806

Summary: three times you melted Ace with pet names and the one time he did something about it.

Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x Reader

Ace always carries the ones he loves—Dadan’s bead necklace, a hat that reminds him of Luffy’s, a jolly roger tattoo for Whitebeard and a crossed-out “S” for Sabo. He doesn’t talk about it, but it’s written on him. So when he asks you for something to carry, it means everything.

Word Count: ~2,300

tags: fluff, ace is sentimental

my masterlist here ♡

“Do you-” you pause, and Luffy glances at you with curiosity, as he adjusts his brother’s sleeping body on his back before lifting his just as knocked-out partner into his arms. He does it with the kind of ease that makes your interrupted offer seem pointless to complete, and you decide to smile instead. Luffy, however, easily picks up on your intent, moving closer to you and towards the exit of the bar, in charge of the two hapless souls’ safety for the night. 

“Oh, don’t worry about me, this is a piece of cake. Let’s go.”

You follow Luffy out without further ado, the brisk air of a town situated just off the coast of the sea practically slapping you in the face, the sensation as sudden as if you were dunked in cold water. It turns out the bar might have been too warm and too stuffy, and as you suck in lungfuls of cool breeze, you can feel yourself sobering up, unlike Ace whose narcolepsy sunk in about three drinks into a conversation despite your warnings, and unlike the woman snoozing comfortably in Luffy’s arms, the complexion in her cheeks deepened by a poor tolerance to alcohol. 

You wonder if you and Luffy are the freaks in this situation, still with all your faculties as you venture back to your inn for the night. The night is still relatively young, however, the partially full moon shining down on the both of you. You walk a few paces behind, unintentionally, likely making sure that your love doesn’t somehow fall off of Luffy’s shoulders, but you should trust him better than that - secured by loops of Luffy’s rubber arms, there’s not far he would go, plus he can survive being dropped from a standing height, easily. If it had been just the two of you, you’d have to wait until Ace woke up, shaking him, jostling him, threatening to leave him in a teasing whisper in his ear - the latter would have probably woken him up in a cold sweat - or just staying by his side, a kiss to his temple until he roused and the two of you could go home.

This arrangement is easier, but you still somehow feel a little bad that there’s nothing for you to carry. Quickening your step so you’re side by side, you feel compelled to apologize.

“Sorry about… this…” you gesture vaguely. Luffy gives you a quizzical look for a moment, then it occurs to him that he’s technically burdened even if for him his loved ones would always be light as a feather.

“Ace used to carry me all the time when I was tired as a kid, it’s really no big deal,” he reassures you, a grin on his face as he reminisces, youthful days in Mount Colubo quickly passing before his mind’s eye. He then quickly glances to his partner in front of him before looking ahead. “Ace seems really happy with you,” he decides to add, which makes your cheeks warm.

The entire time the brothers were catching up, you and Luffy’s partner found yourselves exchanging looks without much to add beyond introductions, but Ace talks so fondly and personally about you that Luffy probably now knows everything, including your blood type and the password to your snail phone. Much like most double dates, you found yourself making polite conversation with Luffy’s partner, but quickly the conversation devolved into who had the better adventures, with you supplanting Ace’s claims as commander of the Whitebeard Pirates as valid and not at all exaggerated. His partner, a little quieter (possibly already drunk by then), chose to let Luffy speak for himself for the most part, taking in the moment, but quick to chime in any time Luffy asked for backup of his own (or to playfully correct his misrememberings).

It was a very exciting night, but you wondered when exactly Luffy could make that assessment of you. He doesn’t elaborate necessarily either, allowing the thought to dissipate with a hum under his breath.

“I’m really happy you said that,” you decide to chime in. “He makes me happy too.”

Luffy grins wider, his smile closing his eyes.

It strikes you again, not unlike many times this night, that he and his brother are quite similar. Both bright in their own right, laid-back yet cheerful and energetic, commanding a presence that they seem unaware of and would never ask for, but wield appropriately all the same. 

The Ace that always had his guard up no longer existed by the time he met you, but Luffy knows both sides of him, and can promise you that you make him happy in a way that is genuine, that still would be loved by an Ace who hated the world and himself.

“Don’t go on talking smack about me…” Ace starts suddenly, nearly startling the both of you, but quickly his voice trails off into a murmur, and you soon note that he’s dozed off again, his head pressed against Luffy’s back.

Ace, who feels no sense of danger in the presence of you and his younger brother, is soon fast asleep.

Perhaps it’s just the alcohol rearing its ugly head, perhaps you didn’t eat enough, but you can suddenly feel tears pricking at the back of your eyes.

Luffy notices, you can feel him looking at you for just a moment, but you wipe your tears with the back of your hand, and look back at the moon shining brightly on the four of you.

you can read the first part here!

a/n: me bc i'm currently on impel down 😔

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-after the last cuddling situation with ace, he's a lot more clingy and touchy now. if you're sitting on the couch on your phone or watching tv, he will literally just move you and wrap his arms around you. though it does end in you kicking him off because he makes you so unbelievably nervous and he can't just cuddle you??

"ouch! you're so mean to me!" he yelps while rubbing the arm that hit the coffee table.

"i told you not to do that!"

and you're yelling at him but your face is extremely red and you can feel yourself start to sweat.

-ace has always loved randomly coming into your room and just laying on the bed, but instead of just laying at your feet like he usually does, he literally gets under the covers and tries to get you to be the big spoon.

"how many times do i have to tell you to stay out of my bed?" you grumble. while you're complaining, he's grabbing your arms and forcing them around his waist. he's silently thanking the universe that he's turned around and you can't see the gigantic smile on his face.

-when he comes back to the apartment, he likes to shout as loud as he can that he's home. he says it makes him feel like you guys are a married couple.

"honey, i'm home!" he grins. he flings his shoes off before he runs to you with his arms wide open. it becomes a routine, you try to pry his arms off of you and avoid his hug, but he always wins.

-on the very rare occasion that he comes home drunk, his clinginess only gets worse. when you do get him into his bed, he literally will not let you leave him. if you do manage to get up without him, he'll stumble through the whole apartment trying to follow you around.

"ace! i told you to stay in bed!"

"but i miss you!"

he has you caged between his body and the counter, just literally leaning on you. you're about to collapse because it's ace and he's heavy, but you also can't help but find him endearing. his cheeks are flushed, he can barely keep his eyes open, and his arms are loosely wrapped around you.

but then he does the worst thing he could possibly do; he tries to kiss you.

of course, you don't let it happen. right when his lips are about to meet yours, you lightly push his chest. the rejection seems to sober him up, and his eyes widen and he's just continuously apologizing to you.

"i'm sorry! i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, i'm so sorry!"

"ace, it's okay. let's just get you to bed, yeah?"

he finally lets you bring him to his bed and when you leave, he doesn't dare get up and follow you. he also can't sleep that night, despite being drunk. he's so embarrassed and he feels so bad that he made you feel weird.

but little does he know, you're rolling around in your bed and kicking your feet because the guy you've liked for a whole year tried to kiss you? but then it does hit you that it was probably just because he was drunk and he didn't mean it, so now you're super embarrassed and you aren't sure if you can ever face him again.

the next morning, you wake up to a whole breakfast made by ace. he's in the kitchen with just his stupid slutty and sexy basketball shorts on and an apron. no shirt, just an apron.

when he sees you, he forces you to sit down and eat his pancakes that say "sorry" written in frosting. he sits down in front of you and just watches you eat, but you can tell that it's still really bothering him.

"ace, it's really okay. you were just drunk-"

"i know i was drunk but i meant it."

you nearly choke on your food at the confession. when you look up at ace, he's rubbing the back of his neck and he has a light blush dusting his cheeks.

"you meant to kiss me?"

"well i definitely planned on doing it in a more romantic setting but you just looked so pretty, i couldn't help it."

"well," you start. "the setting right now seems pretty romantic to me!"

a/n: i might write another ver of this w zoro tbh bc that description is also sooooooo zoro. inspired by BMF by sza!!

fluff. no smut but it gets a little bit suggestive! also does not necessarily follow the accurate storyline for the sake of the story 🤭

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you weren't one to give men much attention, quite the opposite actually. you decided that they just weren't worth your time, especially since most of the ones you met while out on the sea were disgusting perverts. and unfortunately, you already had to deal with sanji everyday.

but there was one man who had you speechless, heart palpitating, palms sweating. and that wasn't the only thing that got wet.

you thought he was the most gorgeous man to walk the earth. in your head, no man, dead or alive, could ever compete with his looks.

you thank whatever god there is everyday that the man decided to save you and the rest of the crew from smoker. honestly, you could have died happy then.

naturally, you could not help but gush to nami and robin about how hot you found him.

"he's literally the most beautiful man i've ever laid my eyes on," you sigh. "he's tall and he's handsome!"

you rest your head in your hands, hearts practically coming out of your eyes. you were starting to feel a little bit like sanji.

"too bad he isn't part of our crew," robin smiles. the girls giggle at the way you look, hopelessly daydreaming about the man.

he wasn't part of your crew, but the things you would to do have him on your ship 24/7 were unimaginable.

"there's also the issue of him being luffy's brother," nami interrupts. "wouldn't it be kind of weird?"

"normally it would, but i would do anything to have ace," you snort. "even if it's just for a night."

"wow, anything?"

you feel your body go limp.

that did not sound like nami or robin. and the voice came from behind you.

all you could do was pray that it was one of the men from your crew, but from the looks on nami and robin's faces, you were absolutely wrong.

"no!" you laugh nervously. "no we weren't talking about you, there's a different ace we know!"

he smirks, leaning in closer to your face. you feel the heat rush to your face and your stomach start to knot up.

"well," he says loudly as he moves away from your face. "ace is a lucky guy then."

"y-yeah!" you stammer. "he is lucky! him, not you!"

a boyish grin appears on his face before he readjusts his hat and makes his way to the door. you have no time to respond before he's gone, and you're left standing wide-eyed and speechless in the middle of the kitchen.

you hear nami squeal as she repeatedly smacks robin's arm out of excitement, but you're feeling the exact opposite. it was humiliating, the way you were yapping so loudly about how you would do anything for the man.

robin covers her mouth with her hand, giggling quietly. nami on the other hand, is doubled over and cackling as loud as she can. you don't even have the energy to fight with her, you just sink to your knees with a blank look on your face.

"hey," nami wheezes. "at least you know he's interested!"

you glare at her before covering your face with your hands and letting out a loud groan. "why is he even here?"

little did you know, ace was still on the other side of the door, a blush creeping up on his cheeks. normally, he wouldn't be the slightest bit phased by the compliments but he had been head over heels since the moment he first saw you.

"ace!" luffy shrieks. "move out of the way! i'm hungry!" ace slips away from the door before luffy slams it open with all his might.

you look up at luffy frantically shaking his head around as he looks for any food he can stuff his face with. he pauses for a moment, setting his eyes on you.

"why are you red?" he questions. "you and ace both are!"

you're about to respond before ace knocks luffy's head with his fist, causing the boy to yell and furiously rub his forehead.

"don't bother them!" ace grunts. "they're a little...hot and bothered."

"well," luffy says. "take your sweater off then! that's why it's hot!"

ace smirks, ruffling his little brother's hair.

bc i love ace and kept imagining what he'd be like as a roommate!

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-ace loves candles, will always have one lit up and he'll even bring his favorite one everywhere he goes. if he's going from his bedroom to the living room, he will have that candle with him. super considerate though, he'll always have you come candle shopping with him and sniff each one to make sure you like the smell.

a disgusted expression is plastered onto your face as ace holds up the candle to your nose. once he sees your reaction to it, he immediately puts it back on the shelf.

"you don't like it?"

"ace, it smells like feet."

-ace absolutely loves building forts out of the pillows and couch cushions. he takes extra time and effort to make sure it's the most structured pillow fort that has ever been built. usually, he likes to sit in there while you two have movie nights and since he's using up all the couch cushions, you have no choice but to sit in there with him. you have to admit that it was cute, he would set up the inside with the softest blankets and all of the snacks you two loved.

"what are we watching today, ace?"

"wicked."

"again?"

-he's convinced that the apartment has ghosts and will literally force you to ghost hunt with him. you're terrified but it's an excuse to walk around the house in the dark while he holds your hand so you consider it a win.

"dude. did you hear that?"

you press yourself even closer into his side, frantically whipping your head side to side to find the source of the noise. you feel him tighten his grip on your hand, his way of comforting you.

"do we really have to do this? can't we just ignore them?"

"the noise came from your room, good luck sleeping in there tonight!"

"don't say that ace, i will literally move out."

"or you can just sleep in my bed tonight."

-he loves grocery shopping and doing all of the household chores with you. despite him having a messy room, he always makes sure that your shared spaces are clean. if he knows you've been busy, he'll even do your laundry for you. you appreciate the gesture but have had to ban him from touching your laundry because he always makes dirty jokes whenever he sees your underwear.

"oh, these are some scandalous panties you've got here!"

-loves to comes into your room and just plop down on your bed without saying anything. you grow accustomed to it, so usually you just continue what you're doing without sparing him a glance. after a while, he starts to snore and you have to deal with dragging him out of your bed so you can lay down.

-you and ace love to cook, especially if you're doing it together. he loves finding recipes on tiktok and is always sending them to you. neither of you enjoy cleaning up though, so it's always a fight. figuring out who's going to clean up the mess consists of bets and countless games of rock paper scissors. but ace always ends up cleaning up because he's a sweetheart and hates making you do literally anything.

-despite ace's antics and the occasional urge to kick his ass, living with him felt like marriage. you would never admit that to him, in fear of making it awkward between the two of you. you couldn't imagine constantly having to avoid each other during the duration of your two year lease.

-but it was so difficult. regardless of his intentions, ace was extremely flirty and touchy. the man was constantly teasing you and would attempt to cuddle you on the couch every single night.

"why won't you ever let me cuddle with you?" he whines. even though your foot was brought up against his chest, pushing with all your power, the man wouldn't let up. you didn't even know why you even bothered to try and stop him.

"roommates don't cuddle," you state. "and you stink."

"then let's stop being just roommates."

the sentence makes you freeze and you forget about trying to keep him away from you. your foot slowly falls back onto the couch as you stare at him, wide-eyed.

a boyish grin appears on the mans face and he takes the chance to wrap his arms around you. you have no idea what to do, but you do know that you don't have the energy to push him away. you were sure that he could feel the beating of your heart and the warmth that was spreading throughout your face.

"we can be roommates and best friends!" he grins. "that means we can cuddle now, right?"

your fist collides with his arm before you push him off and run as fast as you can to your room. ace winces as he watches you make your way to your room, the smile on his face growing even wider.