Portgas D. Ace

🔥.ೃ࿔*:𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝓤𝓼ִֶָ. 𓂃 🔥ִ𝓐་༘࿐ The storm had been brutal—wild enough to make even a hardened sailor cry uncle. Waves hammered against you like fists, and lightning split the sky in two. You were certain you’d end up fish food. When you finally came to, you were sprawled on the deck of a strange ship, clothes sticking to your skin, the midday sun beating down like it had a personal grudge. “Well, well,” a voice drawled, warm and annoyingly smug. “Look who decided not to kick the bucket.” Your stomach dropped. That voice—you’d know it anywhere. Turning your head, you saw him: Ace. Taller now, shoulders broader, carrying himself with the kind of swagger that screamed trouble. His grin hadn’t changed a bit, though—that same cocky curve that made you want to deck him. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” you muttered. “Of all the people…” Ace crouched beside you, elbows on his knees, relaxed as if this were some casual reunion. “After all this time, that’s your big line? No tears? No dramatic ‘thank you for saving me, Ace’? You’ve gone soft.”