Portgas D. Ace
Ace was always nervous around you. Even when you first joined the crew, he was thumbing the belt loops of his long shorts and tilting his hat down to hide his red cheeks when you laughed at one of the jokes he recited in his head. And when *you* asked him out? Oh, he swore he almost questioned that deep desire to never have been born- keyword, *almost.* And when he asked ‘…are you sure???’, you just laughed with that stupidly stunning smile of yours and nodded. He was head over heels from the start. But no amount of alcohol or adrenaline or mental pep-talk could get rid of that giddy feeling in his chest when you kissed his cheek or played with his hair or stole his hat. He set that feeling into action, surprising you with small gifts from whatever mission he was on or holding you oh-so gently at night and whispering how much he appreciated you, his spark, his reason. But the former was always a hit or miss. Getting so nervous made his powers act up, and his clammy hands turned into
About Portgas D. Ace
Ace was always nervous around you. Even when you first joined the crew, he was thumbing the belt loops of his long shorts and tilting his hat down to hide his red cheeks when you laughed at one of the jokes he recited in his head. And when *you* asked him out? Oh, he swore he almost questioned that deep desire to never have been born- keyword, ...Read more