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𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣! 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄’𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚. 🌸💕

(𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙄’𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙟𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 — 𝙄’𝙢 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩.)

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𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 — 𝘧𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤 (𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 20𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 😭), 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘭𝘪𝘯 𝘓𝘢𝘸

𝐀𝐜𝐞 (𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭) — 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴

𝐋𝐚𝐰 (𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭) — 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

𝐙𝐨𝐫𝐨 — 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘺-𝘪𝘯-𝘵𝘩𝘦-𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘤, 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵: 𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳

𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 — 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘺 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘵-𝘢𝘯𝘥-𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯?

𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐢  — 𝘢 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵-𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺

contains: f!reader, angst w no comfort, situationship, implied sex, heartbroken reader, ace survives marineford and is traumatised, proofread but mistakes may be present!

authors note: hihi, thanks for the request, I had some free time today which is why this came to you early! I’m pleased you enjoy my fics! I hope you enjoy this one too! have an awesome day <3 💛

You’ve had enough.

It was one thing to love him, it was another to have him at arms length, wondering whether or not he was going to be with you tonight, or be with someone else tomorrow. You’re the one for him, he’d say late at night with you in his arms, the only one, and by the next morning, he flirts with another women at the docks, or is with another women at a nearby tavern by the evening.

No matter how much your soul sang at his half-assed love or your heart cried when he left, you knew that the second it got harder to breathe, you had to leave. Ace was all you could think about, and it was time to close that chapter of your life.

To your annoyance, Ace made it unbelievably difficult for you to leave. He thought you were joking at first and tried to coax you back into bed, but when you left, and the noise of the slamming doors rang in his ears and settled within him, he thought you’d be back by the evening.

No.

Instead, you left him for good and for a month he did his best to find you, but you left no trace of your being here with him. Ace would’ve gone insane if it wasn’t for Marco.

“She’s in Elbaph. Do what you want with that information.”

Ace didn’t ask around when he arrived, you were the first person he saw. You were carrying blocks of wood with a smile, laughing and talking with the giants like you weren’t crying over him about a month ago, and your happiness made Ace’s stomach churn. He wanted to be the reason for your smile and laughter, not someone else.

You didn’t flinch or look surprised at his arrival.

“Ace,” You say. “How’s everything?”

“How’s everything?” Ace spat. “You left me behind and that’s all you can say? Come here.”

He leaned in for a kiss, and you take a step back.

“No. I’m not doing this again, Ace. Never again.”

Never again.

“Baby…” Ace whispered.

The words died in his throat, and suddenly the life you both had together flashed through his mind. He cleared his throat. Drew back his hand, and respected your response.

“I wasn’t fair on you, huh?”

You don’t respond.

“You need to leave, Ace. I mean it.”

“Just a—”

“No,” You were stern. Still, the tears form in your eyes. “I loved you and you treated my love like it meant nothing. To you, this was fleeting but to me, it was everything. You meant the world to me, Ace, and you turned your back on me once you had your fill, and was with the next woman you could find. How’s that fair on me, Ace? It’s not about us, it’s not about you, it’s about me. I left for me. What did you contribute, if not for sex? I did everything for you, what the hell did you do for me?”

Ace didn’t know how to respond to that. Your words held a lot of truth. When Ace survived Marineford, you took him in and he took advantage of your care and mislead your heart. You were a kind, gentle soul, who loves love, and he took that vulnerability away from you by leading you on.

He wanted sex, you wanted more.

“I am sorry.” Ace whispered. “I hope you know that.”

“I do. It’s written all over your face.” You take a seat. “That still isn’t enough for me to want you back, Ace. You’ve hurt me enough as it is.”

“I understand.”

When one of the giants called out for you, you say goodbye to Ace and run towards them. The happiness was back on your face.

Tears formed in his eyes.

“I’m an idiot.”

The wind took his words, and in response came your laughter, but it wasn’t aimed at him. It was aimed at someone else.

Then, when he leaves, you spare him one final glance, and when you felt the familiar tug at your heartstrings, did you look away.

Synopsis: In a game of truth or dare in a party at the Moby Dick, Ace finally confess his feelings for you.

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You lived for moments like this: everyone were talking with each other with beer in their hands, laughing and eating together.

No stress, no fear. Just joy and peace. And of course, drunk people saying and doing silly stuff.

“Hey, wanna play truth or dare?” You hear Thatch asks you, he approaches you with a cup of, probably, whisky in hands. “Ace, Marco and some others will play as well.”

“Uhh, sure.” You smile, getting up from your chair to follow Thatch. You smile to others members as you walk through them and arrive where Marco, Ace, Jozu and Izou were sitting on the floor.

“Are you playin’?” You hear Ace’s voice, there’s something behind his tone. It’s not accusation, but maybe… Insecurity? Surprise? You can’t identify, the alcohol on your brain already.

“Yeah, Thatch called me.” You answer and sit between Marco and Thatch, the only free space you could find.

“Uhm.” Ace murmurs and gives Thatch a look of disapproval, but doesn’t say anything about it. Like, he’s not even your boyfriend to say something about you playing that stupid game.

“Let’s begin, ‘kay?” Izou says, his elegant and polite smile breaks the tension Ace created and he spins the bottle of beer. Jozu and Thatch.

“Truth or dare?” Jozu asks to the cook.

“Uhhh…” He thinks for a moment. “Dare!”

“I dare you to cook something for me. I’m hungry.” He says and Thatch rolls his eyes.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.” Jozu smiles as Thatch gets up and walks to the kitchen, you and the boys laugh with how stupid this dare was.

Poor boy.

Jozu spins the bottle. Izou and you. He smiles at you, then gives Ace a look you can’t understand.

“Truth or dare, Y/N?” He asks, his beauty is from another world, but you stare into his eyes anyway.

“Dare.” You’re feeling bold tonight, probably the beer in your veins.

“Nice.” He says. “I dare you to kiss one of us.”

What. The. Fuck?

You look at him, he’s there with that fuckin’ smile on his face. You laugh, not believing in what he asked you to do. “Are you for real?”

“Yeah.” He stares at you, and you look at Ace, Marco, him and Jozu. Dear Lord, you can’t just kiss Ace because is going to be too obvious you are in love with him, right?

Right?!

So you turned to Marco and just kissed him. His lips were soft, but you bet Ace’s lips were so much softer. And better.

When you pulled away from the kiss, he was red.

And surprised.

You looked at Izou’s and Jozu’s chocked faces, but Ace’s serious, sad and disappointed eyes made your mind so confused you wanted to ask what was wrong.

“Well, that was not what I expected.” Izou whispers and points to the bottle. “Spin it, darling.”

You think it’s better not to ask what he expected, so you spin the bottle of beer.

You and Ace.

“Truth or dare?” You ask him, Ace drinks more of his beer.

“Truth.” He says, avoiding you when he looks at Marco, one of his closest friends.

Who just kissed you, the girl he’s in love with.

“Why are you with that face?” You ask, genuinely curious.

“Because you kissed Marco.” He answers, and the others don’t even react.

“What?” Your brain almost collapses, but Ace ignores you and spins the bottle.

Marco and Ace.

“Oi, Ace. Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” Ace responds as he finishes his beer, Marco gives you a look and then turns to Ace.

“I dare you to tell her the truth.” He says, Izou and Jozu are both getting up.

“What truth? Where are you going?!” You’re so confused you might combust, but Marco puts one of his hands on your shoulder in a friendly way.

“Just listen, okay?” He says and leaves as well, and now it’s you, Ace and an empty bottle.

“What the heck, Ace?”

“Do you like Marco?” He asks, ignoring your previous quest.

“No. You?”

“What? No.” He replies and sighs. “Why did you kiss him, then?”

“Because I didn’t want to kiss anyone else.” You answer, Ace’s face only contorts more, like he’s in pain. “What’s the truth Marco wants me to know?”

“I like you.” He whispers. “But it doesn’t matter.”

“What?” You feel your heart beating as you just ran a fuckin’ marathon. “You like me?”

“Yeah, Y/N, that’s what I said.” He whispers again, and you laugh. “You don’t need to be mean…”

“I’m not! I’m happy.” You say, approaching Ace.

“What?” He asks, confused. His freckles on his cheeks only makes your heart melt more.

“I really didn’t want to kiss anyone else, but specially, I didn’t want to kiss you in front of them.”

“Wh-at?” You smile to him. “What do you mean?!”

“I didn’t want you to think I only kissed you because of a stupid game, Ace.” You say, and he starts to understand what you’re saying. “I… Love you.”

“Oh.” He whispers. “Oh, shit.”

You kiss him, wanting to do this since you saw him for the first damn time. Ace is so handsome, not only that, but he’s polite and always makes you laugh, so how not to fall in love with him?!

His lips are softer than Marco’s, and it makes sense with yours as well, like it’s meant to be.

Even when you both are drunk, Ace still manages to slowly put you in his lap and deepen the kiss.

“So… Am I better, right?” Oh, there he was. His sassy personality.

“Of course you’re.” You whisper and he smiles softly.

“I really love you, Y/N. Please, never, never again kiss another man in front of me.” He asks, so vulnerable you can’t help but kiss his freckles with a soft smile.

“I don’t want to kiss anyone else, Ace. Only you.”

“Great.” He whispers. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Ace.” You kiss Ace again and again, already obsessed with his lips.

“Ohhh! Sorry, guys, I…” You hear Thatch’s voice. “Oh, ohhh! The plan worked well, uh?”

“What plan?” You both ask, Thatcher smiles.

“The truth or dare game was only to make you guys confess your feelings for each other, duh.” He says like it was an obvious thing, you look at Ace and laugh.

“At least you guys are useful for somethin’.” Ace says while hugs you, and Jozu, Izou and Marco appears from behind the wall.

“Y/N, you scared the shit out of me.” Marco says and you laugh.

“Sorry, dude.” You whisper, ashamed of yourself for kissing him.

“Thatch, where’s my food?” Jozu asks, a proud smile on his lips. “A cupid has to eat!”

“You’re so idiot, man. It’s on the kitchen, I cooked for y’all, by the way.”

“Nice!” Izou smiles and follows Jozu to the kitchen, Marco smiles to you and Ace and grabs Thatch so they can go to eat as well and, of course, let you and Fire Fist have some space.

“I love them.” You whisper, laughing.

“Yeah, me too.” He says. “But I love you wayyyy more!”

“Me too, Ace.” You smile to him as you kiss his lips.

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Few things in the world frustrated you more than being limited physically.

Bullet hole in your stomach be damned, you refused to wait around while everybody else failed to figure out who shot you. Which is why you waited exactly a week as the doctors suggested and then immediately insisted on being caught up on everything that happened, regardless of your medical leave.

“Rear admiral, can I get you a chair?”

“I’ll be fine,” you reassured.

The idiot was dead. Which was something you were damned annoyed at.

Your men hovered around you as though you might collapse at a moment’s notice while you examined the body. You couldn’t get the best look at his face but it was far from familiar. He had no distinguishing features you could have picked out of a crowd.

You stepped away from the table and flinched at the rolling pain that shot through your torso. Seas, you really needed to lie down.

Synopsis: You might be pregnant and Ace asks for White Beard’s help.

Notes: This is silly but I miss my baby boy Ace sooo much :(((

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You forced Ace to sit still for a moment, because two people couldn’t freak out at the same damn time.

“Fuck, babe, what are we going to do?” He asks you for the third time in five minutes, his legs bouncing back and forth. “Like, I don’t even have…”

“Ace, please! I love you, but I’m already overstimulated enough! Can you stay quiet?”

“I can’t!” He gets up, looking at you. “Don’t ask me that, I’m too anxious.”

“Oh, really?” You’re sarcastic and Ace gives you a sad look. “Sorry, baby. Can you just… Let me alone for a few minutes?”

“Sure, babe.” You watch him leave your bedroom and then start to freak out again, feeling your heart ache from anxiety and fear.

Ace decides to find his dad, White Beard, and asks for his help. He knocks the door of his bedroom.

“Dad, can I talk to you? It’s a serious matter.” He says, voice shaking a little.

“Of course, my son.” He opens the door as he hears his voice. “What’s that important that got your voice shaking, uh?”

“Fine, I’ll be… I… Maybe Y/N is pregnant.” He says and starts to walk towards the room. “I don’t know what to do, I don’t even know what babies eat or how they eat, like… I don’t know anything about it, dad! What if she’s really pregnant?”

“Calm down.” He says, laughing. “You both don’t even have sure yet.”

“Yeah, but her period is so fucking late! And well, we’re not that careful…”

“Of course not, uh?” He crosses his arms. “Ace, if she’s pregnant, she’s. You can’t stress about something that you can’t change anymore.”

“I know, dad, but I don’t… I didn’t want to be a father.” He whispers, afraid she might listen, even when he knows she can’t.

“You have to face the consequences of your actions, Ace.” He says, a little upset with Ace. Family is a big topic for Edward. “You love her and if she’s definitely pregnant, you’ll assume it as a real man.”

“Of course I will.” He says. “But… I’m scared.”

“I know you are, my son, but mostly important is to have sure of the pregnancy.” He says, and Ace nods. “Did she visit Marco yet?”

“No.” He answers, nervous. “Oh, God, I think I may throw up.”

“Calm down, son.” White Beard is so chill, even with all the dangers of having a baby in the ship, anyone could tell it was a dream come true to him if you’re really pregnant. “Go to Marco, maybe he has a test or something.”

“Fine.” Ace says, heart beating as crazy. “I… Thanks, dad.” He tries to smile, which makes Edward laugh.

“It’s nothing.” He says and Ace starts to leave. “Ace?”

“Yeah?”

“Try to be calm, Y/N needs you.”

“I’ll try.” Ace leaves to your bedroom, but you’re not there, the Fire Fist tries not to freak out and makes his way to Marco’s office. “Dude, did you see my…”

And there you’re. Crying in his chair.

“My love, what happened?” Ace approaches you and gives Marco a look. “Is she okay?”

“Oi, Ace. You should sit down.” He says instead of answering and Ace kneels next to you.

“I… I’m pregnant.”

“Shit.” He whispers, sitting down on the floor. He wants to throw up, and also, he wants to cry because he’s scared as hell, but his dad told him to stay calm for you, so Ace recomposes and get on his knees again, hugging you.

“It’s okay, love. We’re going to figure it out.” He whispers to you, Marco leaves without saying anything because he knows you both need some privacy to talk. “I swear it’s okay, Y/N.”

“I’m so scared, Ace.”

“Me too, babe.” He whispers as he wipes your tears away with his fingers. “But we can do it, right? We’re going to be good parents, and this baby will be so loved.” The man puts his warn left hand on your belly.

“But…” You whisper. “What if… Won’t dad be mad at us?”

“He could never.” Ace says. “I went to talk to him and only the idea of having a baby on this ship made that old man smile.”

“Yeah?” Your heart calms a little as Ace nods.

“He’s going to be a great grandfather, babe.” He smiles, even though he’s scared. “And I hope I can be as good as a father as he’s.”

“You already are, Ace.” You whisper and kiss his soft lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too, babe.” He says, getting up. “We should tell him.”

“Can you say it?” You ask and he nods.

“What’s the news?” White Beard asks the both of you, and you look at Ace.

“Y/N’s really pregnant.” He says, quietly, and Edward laughs.

“That’s great!” He says to the both of you, a smile on his lips. “Having a son is not easy, but I can feel you, Y/N, and you, Ace, will do such a good job!”

“Thanks, dad.” Ace smiles. “Your support is very important to us.”

“Of course I support it! Family is everything, and I’m more than happy to see you’re creating yours.”

“Thank you.” You say with a smile, Ace holds your hand and gently pulls you closer.

“I love you, babe.” He whispers, a hand in your belly.

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Bringing Ace temporarily through healed him far better than taking the injuries for yourself had.

You still hated it. It was crude and unpleasant, filling the room with the smell of blood and the wet, strangled sounds his body made when it remembered it needed air. But it worked. So you kept doing it, because every fresh patch of skin meant one less thing that could kill him when you finally pulled him through for good.

Your fingers cramped around the edge of the metal table, the cold biting into your joints while Marco’s fire burned blue against your closed eyelids. You leaned harder, shoulders shaking, and focused on the crackle of flames instead of Ace’s rough breathing. It was only for a few seconds.

The barrier recoiled and snapped back into place. Your knee bumped against the table leg and you allowed yourself to breathe again.

“Alright, yoi?” Marco asked.

Synopsis: you and ace HATE each other. (A bit one sided on your end.) and then you see him interacting with tama in wano. Goddamnit.

Ace x fem afab reader.

Tags: NOT CANON COMPLIANT (setting/story wise… I try to stay as canon as possible in regards to personalities) AT ALL. Actually this is canon and I’m oda hi guys. You’re a bit of a not good person. There’s also creepy guys. Catcalling. All the usual stuff. Ace saves u cuz. Ofc he does. The L word. okay? okay. Eventual smut. Brat taming? Yeahh… this shit Is also long asf buckle in

What a jackass.

Every single day you remembered hanging out with one of your friends, how she was able to fly in the air, flames emitting from her torso as she moved around, helping the elderly stay warm and cook—

She was all you had. Neither of your parents had really been in the picture, and the two of you grew up together in what was basically the middle of nowhere— so you had to be there for each other. It was easier once she got her devil fruit, because she’d always wanted to help people, and the mera-mera-no-mi let her do exactly that.

And then she got involved with the marines. What an idiot!! She was really only a kid when she died, she never even had her first kiss— and pirates were standing above her body and laughing about how easy she was to take down. You didn’t even see it. You heard about it because the same pirates came to your run down town.

And that’s when you knew you needed to find that fruit.

There must’ve been something you could’ve done to avenge her— and this was it, if you got her fruit, and didn’t do anything stupid with it, then maybe you’d feel like she wasn’t gone after all.

As the pirates ran into your town and started to desiccate it, you ran as far as your legs could take you for what felt like years, stealing, fighting, and scouring for any good thing you could find. You never learned to properly do much of anything legal, honestly.

Eventually, you got to sixis island, through jumping on boats and landing at every island you could, swimming through the ocean countless times— that was a skill you’d perfected, at least.

That was when you saw him. There was probably another person there too, but the one holding your best friends devil fruit had dark hair, some ugly hat on, an exposed shirt, freckles… and that’s all you got before you rushed him from behind, knocking him over and dashing for the fruit.

He pulled you to the floor by your ankle, the fruit rolling to the floor as you fell flat on your chest, the breath rushing out of you as you attempted to grab it again—

But just before you grabbed it, he had somehow taken it before you and taken a bite.

“That’s my—“ you started to say before he took another bite.

And another.

And soon the fruit was gone.

From his reaction, it didn’t look good— thank god, that’s what he deserved.

Your hand was still up, reaching for it, you were frozen like that for a couple seconds before you realized how upset you really were.

You got up again, and— it was mostly a blur but you remembered how you landed a sufficient amount of punches while he was distracted complaining over the taste of the fruit— before he put his hand near your stomach, blasting you away with your best friends powers.

So, yeah. A jackass.

For the next two years you trained. You kept moving, you made your own ship— you actually looked for this guy for a year before you finally gave up, assuming that (hopefully) he had died.

He had not, to your dismay. Instead, he became one of white-beards pirates. What. The. Fuck.

It didn’t matter much because it wasn’t going to stop you anyways. You wanted this freckled fuck dead.

And if that took listening over thousands of den-den mushi calls before you found his weakness, (his family and crew,) so be it.

You knew attacking white beards crew would be suicide, so thank god you were able to find his kid brother pretty easily. For being a pirates brother, this kid had no security. It almost made you feel a little bad.

Nah, if this was his brother, he was probably just as bad. Yeah.

You looked around a bit for him, and you did start to feel… slightly more bad. This town was a bit similar to how you grew up. They were just trying to live. You saw kids playing around with beetles, people bartering for clothes, a couple elderly couples— and two little girls playing around with each other.

But it wasn’t the time to get sympathetic. You were here for revenge.

So when you eventually did find the kid— he was practicing using his devil fruit? Continuously punching a tree trunk, yelling out names for the attack as he continued— he didn’t even notice you.

Despite your thirst for revenge, you couldn’t help but think about all the little kids you saw growing up. If they ever found out you hurt another kid like this— you don’t think you’d be able to stomach it.

So you just took out the camera you’d stolen from one of the ships and took a picture of him, making your way off the island and ignoring the pit in your stomach.

It didn’t take much effort to send the picture out, with the comment, “still not even.” you were sure he would still be upset when he got it. Good.

“What the fuck?” Ace muttered as he opened up the letter he’d gotten, seeing the picture of his beat up brother along with the cryptic caption.

He stared at it for a couple minutes.

And then he moved.

He quickly went back to dawn island, immediately checking up on Luffy— whose face was a bit swollen. (Which had nothing to do with you.)

“Who did this to you?” He nearly barked out, pointing at the picture as he saw Luffy eating lunch.

“Hm? Oh— I didn’t see much of them before dadan chased her off.” He muttered, continuing to eat. “I wanna get strong like that though, I’ll be able to beat her soon—“

“Did you see anything on her? A tattoo? Her hair? Anything?” He stammered out, staring back down at the photo.

“eeehhh… not really. I mean, she had hair.”

“…well, that’s something.” he muttered, tucking the picture into his pocket.

He stayed with luffy for the next month, occasionally looking at the picture as he saw his bruises heal.

“We’re not even…” he muttered to himself, thinking about who he could’ve fucked with to this degree.

Oh.

He knew this would come back to him at some point.

Still didn’t give you the right to (supposedly) punch his brother though, so you weren’t exactly on his good side either.

Which… is what you’d wanted the whole time.

“Hey, luffy.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m gonna head out.” He said as he slung his bag over his shoulder, putting his hat back on.

“But if you see her again,” he said, his gaze sharpening for just a second. “Let me know as soon as possible.”

About a year later, you were in wano.

You had only heard that it was a closed area, and that the leader, kaido— was a barbaric man. He couldn’t be that bad, so you just had to see for yourself.

On the way there, something caught your eye— another foreigner, with an orange hat, and the same hair, and the same freckles, and—

Really? Here?

He didn’t seem to be hurting her. He was… speaking really kindly, actually. Eating a small bowl of rice.

You overheard, “next time we come back to this country, it’ll be a place where you can eat as much as you want.” And saw the little girl sitting next to him almost tear up. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t break your heart.

What the hell was up with this guy? You couldn’t hurt him in front of a kid anyways— god, this was annoying.

You went up to this house this little girl had (completely ignoring ace) and took some spare sandwiches out of your bag, giving her a couple as you leaned down to talk with her.

You could feel the fuckers eyes burning into the back of your head.

“Hey, can you tell me anything about this leader guy of yours? I might be able to take him down.” You said with a soft smile, watching her eat the sandwiches.

“Mhm! He doesn’t let us eat much, and— and it’s hard to find good water, and…” she continued to say before tearing up, looking down at her sandwich.

“Hey, hey—“ you started to say, rubbing her shoulder. “You don’t have to say anything you don’t want to.”

You felt that glare weaken a little.

“Tama,” the voice from behind you said. “I promise you won’t be hungry for much longer.”

You were tempted to say “I promise harder”, but you decided to not be annoying in front of the poor kid.

“I promise harder” so much for that.

“You what?”

“I’ll do a better job at making her less hungry. Quicker.” You said as you turned back to Ace, noticing how his arms were crossed and how he still glared down at you just a little.

“I’d like to see you try.”

“I’d like to see you use actual skill instead of the devil fruit you st—“

Aces eyes widened, but before he could say anything Tama started to laugh from behind the both of you, giggling about how silly adults were.

It did make you chuckle a bit in return.

The girl eventually went to sleep, and the second she did—

“I don’t know who you think you are,” Ace said as he pinned you against the closest wall “but you don’t get to hurt my family.”

“And you don’t get to act like you’re a charlatan after stealing my best friend’s devil fruit.” You huffed back, kicking him between the legs, using his vulnerablity to get a couple more hits on him before pinning him with a sea-stone pole.

He childishly fell to the ground, wincing as you stood over him.

“I didn’t— you didn’t even say anything to me, maybe I would’ve—“

“You would’ve eaten it anyways.”

“you’re right.” He said, smiling.

“You’re so annoying, you know that? And stupid. You know how easy that kid was to find?”

He huffed, standing back up. “I don’t wanna tal—“

“I know that you fairly don’t give a shit about the one person that was close to me, but I thought you’d have more dignity when it came to your family.” You cut him off, shoving him back down. You didn’t want to kill him as much anymore. Not when he looked so pathetic, with his head turned to the side like an ashamed dog.

“You don’t get to say that.” He muttered, breathing heavier. “You don’t know a thing about me.” He muttered as he met your eyes, his breathing ragged.

You paused, looking down at him for a beat. Maybe longer. Because there was something in the way he was looking up at you that made you think you were more similar to him than you thought.

The thought pissed you off. Your brows furrowed, the fact that you saw your own weaknesses in this guy— it was infuriating.

You thought about punching him a couple times before deciding against it. Tama would be upset.

Yeah, that’s why you didn’t punch him. Not because something in your chest ached when you looked at him. That would be ridiculous.

Eventually, you pulled your weapon back and tugged him onto your ship by his necklace.

He seemed surprised, but went with you anyways.

You didn’t expect to catch his eyes so many times, a vivid brown that made your own breathing quicken slightly. The way his muscles tensed as you cleaned his cuts, the way he tried to act as tough as possible— it all made you sick.

“Stop.” You said bluntly.

“stop?” He repeated, still a bit tired from the use of the seastone.

“Stop acting all tough.” You muttered “I’m not even trying to kill you anymore… I didn’t even hurt your brother.” you added on softly, your voice a bit more quiet.

He paused, his whole body going limp as he passed out, his body falling against yours.

You checked his pulse before sighing, setting him back down. At least he wasn’t dead. He was actually really cozy to be cuddled up against, but you’d never admit that.

You finished patching him up before letting him sleep on your main bed, you taking the spare cot in your storage closet for the night.

You woke up the next morning to find him still asleep. He did wake up once you started cooking though.

He stepped into the kitchen quietly, still in the same clothes as yesterday, his hair a bit greasy from who knows what.

“Breakfast will be ready soon, go get cleaned up.”

“I could finish cooking it. I’d probably be faster.”

“By the time you’re done with your shower it’ll be done anyways.” You said bluntly, thinking about shooting him a glare, but deciding against it— softening your eyes at the last second.

He glanced around for a beat as he met your eyes, almost thinking about what to do before he walked over to your shower, the water starting to run a bit before you finished the food.

When you turned around for to get some water a couple minutes later, Ace was right behind you, a towel wrapped around his waist— you jumped a bit— you could feel his body heat from where you were standing.

He chuckled, crossing his arms again— you involuntarily glanced down at the way that his biceps and pecs interacted. “Is the food ready?” He asked, looking over your shoulder, ignoring how flushed your face was.

“Can you go and put on some clothes?” You huffed, your eyebrows furrowed as you looked up at him.

“You have something that would fit me?” He asked, tilting his head, his eyebrows slightly raised.

“I… I might.” You said, pausing for a second, remembering that you had an oversized pair of shorts that you got some poison ivy on by accident a while ago. “I-I’ll go look.”

He followed you as you walked back to your bedroom, his eyes widening as you rummaged through some clothes.

“I slept in your room last night?” He muttered, running a hand through his hair.

You nodded, tossing him a pair of shorts and a shirt. He only put on the shorts. You tried your best not to look. “Yeah, you did. I slept in the storage closet.”

“…what? You didn’t have to do that, you could’ve—“ he said, his voice growing softer— as he glanced over at you. There was no way this guy was self-conscious of the space he took up, right?

“Dude, you’re like 6’1 and 200 pounds, I couldn’t have—“ you paused, pinching your brow as you turned around to look at him, at least seeing him have shorts on. “Let’s just eat.”

His eyes lit up and he happily made it over to your kitchen, thanking you as you handed him a plate of food.

Before you took your first bite he was done.

“Are you kidding?”

“I was hungry.” he muttered, pouting as he glanced off to the side.

“…I need to go out to town to get more food later. For now—“ you slid him your plate, moving to your fridge to get some fruit. “And help yourself to the rest of the food on the oven. I’m not a huge fan of leftovers.”

“This ish really good—“ he said with his mouth full as he finished eating your plate, his face slamming onto the table seconds after.

“Hey—“ you said, moving over to him and shaking by his shoulders a bit. “Wake up, what the hell are you—“

He jolted awake, yawning as he continued to eat.

“…okay.” You muttered to yourself, your hands rested above his shoulders. “I guess.” You said as you placed your plate down, picking at your fruit.

You handed him a wipe after he was done eating (which took quite a while.) but he decided to use your shirt instead, tugging you closer by your waist. You barely reacted at this point— although you did want to finish your house-chores sooner than later.

“I should’ve beat your ass earlier.” You muttered, glaring off to the side.

“You still can try.” He muttered. “But I think I’m stronger than you anyways.”

That was when you realized his hand was still on your waist, taking a step back like his touch repulsed you. You saw a slight tilt in his head, like he was confused on why’d you do it— god, he was stupid.

He paused, hands falling back down to the table as he looked up at you, his eyebrows furrowed. “What’s with the sudden movements?“

You shook your head, not paying him much other attention as you cleaned the plates.

“Hey.” He said as he got up, standing next to you.

You didn’t respond.

“Heeeeey.” He repeated, smiling as he nudged your hip with his own.

“You’re insufferable.”

“You invited me onto your own ship.” He said matter-of-a-factly, but before he could say anything else—

“Is there somethin’ up with these shorts you gave me? My hips feel a bit itchy.”

You smiled to yourself, glancing over at him as you watched him realize that you’d essentially laced the pants.

He just shrugged, taking his pants off, standing there naked. Which, in turn, forced you to get him actual pants. Well played.

You also acted like you didn’t see him smirk a bit wider as your face flushed.

The next time you saw him, you were uncovering some stupid scandal in a red light district of some small island near the grand line. You just knew you’d get a lot of berries if you found the treasure that someone was inevitably hiding.

You didn’t think it would put you in this compromising of a situation though.

You were dressed up as a dancer, investigating the area around the main town, trying to find anything that could point to a larger atrocity happening—

“Hey, ma.” A guy called out from behind you, and you had to control yourself, taking a deep breath before forcing a smile, facing him.

The other two men besides him didn’t feel like making noises, apparently. Hopefully they didn’t see how much your face dropped.

You swallowed, playing with your hair a bit as you glanced around, looking for anyone that you even remotely knew.

And of course, you saw that fuck-ass orange hat again.

“What’s goin’ on? Are we scarin’ ya?” The guy said, reaching a hand over to touch you before you dodged it, shaking your head with a smile.

“N-no, it’s just that my boyfriend is over there.” You said, smiling as you gestured over at Ace, who seemed to be buying food.

“Boyfriend?” The same guy muttered. “You two don’t seem all that close. If I was with you—“

“But you’re not.” You responded bluntly, still smiling before calling out, “hey, babe!”

You did not expect ace’s gaze to shoot over as fast as it did.

Or him to come to your side as fast as he did.

“Didn’t know I got promoted.” he muttered to you, looking over at the guys. “These guys are giving you trouble?” He said as he put his arm around your waist. You nodded before the guy started to yap.

“Hey, if you guys are really dating—“

You rolled your eyes, sighing before you grabbed ace by his necklace, kissing him.

You hated the fact that you had to do this , and you also hated how gentle your hands became when you cupped his face.

Along with how your stomach felt a bit warmer when he relaxed his hands on your waist, reciprocating the kiss.

By the time you opened your eyes back up, the guys were long gone.

You peered up at ace, your face flushed, lips swollen— he seemed to be in a similar state.

“That was gross.” You muttered as you wiped your mouth, averting your eyes from his.

He chuckled, looking down at you. “Such a bad liar. Bet you don’t even hate me.” He said, poking your forehead.

“I do hate you.“ you huffed out, looking back up at him.

“Do you kiss everyone you hate?” He teased, one of his hands snaking down to hold one of yours. “Or am I special?”

You scoffed, looking into his eyes for a beat too long before you stormed away, attempting to break away from him before his hand grabbed your wrist.

“You still need a fake boyfriend?” He said, quickly checking you out. Not quickly enough for it to slip past you, though.

You looked back at him, your eyebrows still furrowed as you thought about it for a second, slowly nodding.

“Keep your distance though.”

“That isn’t what boyfriends do.”

“It is when you’re the boyfriend.”

“I don’t get a say?”

“No.”

“You’re such a mean girlfriend.”

You held back a smile as you walked with him, barely allowing him to hold your hand.

“So, babe,” he started, tilting his head. “Are we even yet?”

You shook your head. “We’ll never be even.” You muttered.

“Why? What if I wanna be even?”

“Well, you have a devil fruit. My best friends devil fruit that you won a fight with me to eat. You’ll always have something over me.”

“I think you have a lot over me, to be honest.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Noooothin’.”

“I really do hate you.”

“Keep convincing yourself.”

The mission after that actually went swimmingly— he did end up keeping his distance. You don’t know why he stayed with you for so long, but you’d rather not question it. You were benefitting off of it, and that’s all that mattered.

Or at least that’s what you told yourself.

“Here.” You said as you tossed him some berries as you both walked back to your ships. “Due diligence.”

He pocketed the money, thanking you as he walked you to your ship. His was on the other side of the island, which you did… not know. He stopped for a second as you boarded, pursing his lips like he wanted to say something.

By the time he decided he wanted to talk, you were already leaving the dock, making him huff as he sprang onto your ship, looking for you.

As he looked around your ship, he noticed the softer parts of you initially, the warm lighting, the comfy blankets in your laundry room, your jewelry—

As he was looking around your living quarters, he noticed a drawing of you and another girl hung up, you both seemed to be young, maybe in your late teens? He took the drawing off your wall, staring at it for a couple seconds.

“Put it back.”

He jumped, almost dropping the drawing before you caught it, putting it back onto the wall.

“Who is that?”

“It doesn’t matter.” You muttered, looking at the picture yourself for a beat before stepping back, shaking your head. “Why are you on my ship?”

“I can’t see my girlfriend?” He teased, smiling over at you.

“I’m not your girlfriend.”

“You kissed me.”

“I did. For the mission.”

“You’re telling me that the kiss didn’t mean anything to you?” He said, furrowing his brows and tilting his head.

You paused, swallowing, crossing your arms. “…no. It didn’t.”

The words felt bitter coming from your mouth, and you couldn’t meet his eyes after you said it. It felt wrong. Everything about this felt wrong.

He scoffed rolling his eyes. “You can’t even look at me.”

You glanced up at him, instantly glancing away.

“Not just a glance.” He muttered, snapping his fingers in front of your face. “Look at me. Or i can just go, if that’s what you really want.”

“Don’t.” You muttered — you weren’t even conscious of it, really. Something in you just wanted to keep him around a bit longer. You couldn’t get much out to convince him though.

“That’s all you got?” He said, crossing his arms, putting his weight on his right leg. “I hoped you’d have a stronger response than that.”

“I can’t—“

“Did you do this with her too?” He interrupted you, making your breath hitch, your eyes widened as you looked down at the floor, like you’d be smacked.

“Get out.” You huffed out, your eyebrows furrowed as you looked back up at him— maybe you were right about him, maybe he was just an asshole that you shouldn’t have let in, shouldn’t have trusted someone who’d hurt you before you even knew his name.

He looked slightly taken aback when he met your eyes, so upset— not the type of upset he’d usually see, not the type of upset that made you ignore people and hurt without mercy, the kind of upset that hurt you from the inside, the kind that made you want to claw your guts out.

He’d never seen you look this vulnerable, it made him feel… weird.

Sure, he was happy you were opening up, but— at the cost of this? At the cost of hurting you?

He backed up, swallowing. “I know you’re mad, but—“

“Get out!” You repeated, taking a step closer to him, his back hitting the wall as he took another step back.

“I can’t move much.” He muttered, eyes darting to the side.

You huffed, moving to your room with a rushed pace— were your shoulders shaking?

He couldn’t just leave, not when you were slamming your door like you hated him, the same room he slept in a bit ago— trying to bottle up all your emotions because you couldn’t bear to let anyone in.

It was killing him.

After about 2 (and a half) minutes, he barged into your room, and saw you trembling as you stood up near your dresser, propping yourself up with a shaky hand, trying to will yourself into relaxing.

You couldn’t even get angrier as you saw ace, you just muttered out a small “I told you to—“ before he pulled you into a hug.

His skin was warm, his heartbeat stable against yours as you processed the hug.

“You can punch me if you want.” He muttered, holding you to his chest.

You gave him a weak jab.

“I knew you didn’t hate me anymore.” He said, smiling. “Because you’ve hit me harder than that before this.”

Your body was still shaking against his, you hadn’t exactly… accepted the hug yet, your shoulders were still tense and your breathing was still heavy.

“Look.” He said softly, pulling away from you and bringing your hand to his palm as he realized hugging you wasn’t working. His palm became a bit warmer in yours. “Feel that?”

You nodded, taking a hold of his hand with both of yours, your fingers scanning over his hand— the callouses, noticing how his knuckles had some scars as you turned his hand, the slight smell of fire that he generally emitted— your shoulders eventually became less tense as you took a deep breath, still holding onto his hand.

“Better?”

“No.”

“Your breathing is better.” He said softly, still looking down at your hands as you toyed with his, his gaze soft.

“I don’t want you to leave.” You muttered, staring at his hand. “Stay.”

He smiled, a bright, genuine smile that made your lips quirk up a bit as you saw it. He had a habit of making you feel better, even if you acted like you wanted him dead.

“Should I grab some clothes for the night?”

“Stay.”

“Right.”

“And you don’t have many spare clothes anyways.” you added on, pursing your lips.

The rest of the night was something out of aces dreams— you keeping him close to you, dragging him over by his belt and necklace occasionally— even if you didn’t talk to him all that much.

In all fairness, you didn’t really know how to do this… togetherness thing much.

At some point, he put his hand on the small of your back and your heart started to beat faster. It was bad.

It was even worse when you went to sleep that night.

You would usually work yourself until the late hours of the night, falling asleep on your couch, or on your desk as you worked— but tonight you laid there with ace, your head on his chest as he stroked your hair, cuddled up to him. After much assisting.

You were in the exact same position when you woke up with him the next morning, yawning as you moved your head to rest the other side of your face on his chest.

“G’morning.” He said, his voice gruff from sleep as his hands rested around your back, keeping you close.

You just let out a small hum, closing your eyes again.

“Sleepyhead.” He whispered, poking your cheek. “I’m hungry.”

“Five more minutes.” You huffed out, tightening your grip on him, moving to bury your head in the crook of his neck.

His heart rate increased a bit as your nose brushed up against the side of his neck, one of his hands now on the back of your head.

“F-fine, just 5 more.” He said as he tried to ignore the raging boner in his pants.

This became the usual string of events for the next couple months, “relaxing” with each other, going on missions together and keeping each other in check— of course you would go on your own solo missions occasionally— and unfortunately (for aces dignity) on his latest one, he got hit by some crews doctor with some pollen.

Some pollen that made him feel warm— warmer than usual, his head felt light, his breathing was erratic and all that he could think about was you.

You were back at your ship, just preparing a drink for yourself when you felt aces hands wrap around your waist from behind, him peppering kisses onto your neck. You didn’t even hear the door open.

You’d slowly gotten more used to physical affection with him— but this still made you jump a little.

“A-ace, what is—“

“Sorry, could only think about you, I n-need you—“ he rambled out, biting down onto your shoulder, pulling a gasp from you.

You adjusted so that you could properly face him, looking up at his wide pupils, heavy breathing— he smelled of honey.

“What happened?” You muttered as you pushed some of his hair back, his face warm. Too warm. “Baby, do you have a fever?”

“Don’t call me that right now, please.” He mewled out, his hands on your hips, palming the skin there. “S-some doctor on some ship hit me with some stupid d-dust and—“ he whimpered, his legs already shaking a bit.

“You got hit with a horny dust? Are you kidding me?” You said, chuckling as he pouted at you— you didn’t believe him until you teased the side of his waist, pulling a moan from him. “Oh shit.”

“‘S not funny. “ he shuddered out, his eyes pleading with yours as he looked down at you.

“You need help?” You teased, teasing the hairs at the nape of his neck as you put your arms over his shoulders.

He nodded, shuddering again.

You smiled, dragging him over to the bedroom. As he attempted to lay over you, you pushed him down, straddling him as you started to kiss his neck.

He let out a visceral moan, the sound making you a bit more aroused as it hit your ears. You started to undo his pants as you continued to kiss him, palming him through his boxers. He nudged his hips into your hand and you had to hold back a smile.

“Stop— stop teasing, please—“ he mewled out, his dick throbbing as you released it, his arms covering his face.

“Move your arms.” You demanded, feeling him twitch a bit at the tone.

“Sorry.” He muttered, putting his hands at his sides, his face flushed.

But your bluff was up now. You didn’t know how to… take care of this, really. But you’d act like you did.

You took him into your hand, starting to pump him, your free hand brushing some hair out of his face.

“Thank you baby, t-thank you—“ he mewled out, already close— coming onto your hand in seconds.

He was still hard, but he seemed a bit calmer.

You kissed him through it, gently pumping him through his orgasm as he spurted onto his own stomach.

“I’m so lightheaded.” He muttered, after about 30 seconds, reaching for your hips, tugging you closer. You obliged.

Despite him being soooo lightheaded, he guided you to lay beneath him again, gently (as possible) kissing you.

“Not lightheaded enough to get soft.” You said, smiling.

“I hate this stupid pollen.” He huffed, his hands going under your shirt, palming your tits. You bit back a moan.

“You can’t do that.” He said as he took your shirt off, squeezing your chest again. “You don’t get to be quiet when I was over there whimpering.” He muttered, his face still flushed as he pinched one of your nipples, making your back arch.

“Says who?” You said uneasily, biting down on your thumb.

“Says me.” He huffed out, working on taking off your pants. “And it looks like my words do affect you after all, hm?” He said as he laid his eyes on your wetness, snapping the elastic of your panties against your skin.

“You’re so annoying.” You huffed.

“I could just not fuck you.”

“That pollen is still working.” You reminded, smiling.

“I could… try to not fuck you.”

“And fail.”

“Not important.” He said as he slid your panties off, pushing two fingers inside you, making you stop bickering with him as you finally moaned.

“Knew it.” He said proudly, scissoring you open. “And you haven’t even been hit with the same pollen. Y’ just ready for me?”

You huffed, although you couldn’t stop yourself from grinding against his fingers.

“Hey, pretty girl.” He said as he stopped his fingers, making you whine. “Start being honest or I’ll make you talk.” He said as he pulled his fingers out, making you whine.

You still didn’t respond, now smiling.

“Okay. Easier for me.” He muttered as he flipped you over, putting you on all fours before pushing you down by your upper back, hitching your ass up.

He lined himself up, teasing your entrance before asking “you still wanna go this route, gorgeous?”

“Bet it won’t even—“ you started to say before he thrusted in, holding you by the hips. You opened your mouth in a silent gasp, biting onto the pillow beneath you.

“Bet it won’t even what?” He teased, starting to move. “Cmon, talk to me.”

“Mm— n-nothing.” You mewled out, your back arching.

“Oh— you like being fucked like this?” He teased, palming your ass. “Can you feel how deep I am?”

You nodded, and he tugged you back by your hair, holding you up by your chest as he muttered into your ear.

“You know how badly I’ve been wanting this? God, I’ve wanted to fuck you silly for ages, since you acted like that at wano— didn’t know you were into it. Y’ so dirty, baby.” He said as he squeezed your chest, biting on your earlobe.

“‘M not— n-not dirty…” you mewled out, which he laughed at.

“It’s okay, I like it. Means I have an excuse to fuck this pretty pussy of yours. You okay with that?”

You didn’t respond, but he felt you clench around him.

“She’s so good to me, tells me stuff y’ don’t wanna say.” He muttered as he reached a hand down, feeling the area right below your belly button where he was bulging.

“Think she’s asking for my cum.” He said, kissing your neck. “You think so, baby?” He muttered as he thumbed at your clit, making you moan.

“Mm— f-for our first time you’re gonna—?”

“If you’re okay with it.” He muttered, kissing your jaw. “Whatever you want.”

“I want a kiss.”

With that, ace tilted your head so that he was able to kiss you, still fucking up into you, his hand that was on your chest moving to gently hold your neck. You moaned into the kiss as he did so, making him smile against your lips.

“You’re needy too.” He muttered against your lips, thrusting up into you as he squeezed your neck. If you were less… overwhelmed you would’ve smacked him. But you weren’t, so you mindlessly clenched around him, mewling out a moan. “Have you been holding out on me?”

You huffed, purposefully clenching around him, making him stutter his hips a bit. He was close— which was good for you, because the way he was fucking up into you was making you go crazy. You had to do something to break him.

“I l-love you—“ you muttered out, closing your eyes as you tried to prolong your orgasm. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t mean it.

“Cheater.” He pouted as he came inside, you following soon after as he buried his head in your shoulder. “You can’t just say that.”

You smiled, your breathing still heavy as you descended from your orgasm, your body going limp against his. “I win.” you muttered, chuckling.

“Yeah, sure.” He huffed, smiling against your skin.

“I love you too, by the way.” he said softly, rubbing your skin. You would’ve responded if you had any idea of how to.

But you didn’t, so you both paused for a couple minutes, coming down from your peak as you laid with each other.

“You need a shower.” You eventually muttered, face down on a pillow now.

“Can we take one together?”

“Fine.”

Maybe you not having your best friends fruit was a good thing if you got to meet him.

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