You weren't sure how it began, maybe a few little pranks you pulled on him when he was new to the crew is how it started. But you never thought it would get this bad....
Hurried footsteps pass by the closet where you hid, silently snickering to yourself. "Where is he yoi!?" Marco calls, a hint of annoyance laced his usually calm and kinda sweet voice. Your grin widens, oh, Ace was gonna get it this time!
"Where's who?" Thatch asks.
"Little FireFist yoi, he left scorch marks in my room and burnt one of my shirts!" Marco explains with a slight growl.
"Wha- No I didnt!!" Ace objects loudly. You swiftly get into an empty barrel.
"Here we go!!" You giggle quietly, putting the lid in place.
"Oh yeah? Then who else would do it?" Marco questions. There's a pause as they all come to the same conclusion.
"___!" Ace and Marco shout together.
"Haha, she got you again Ace!" Thatch laughs. At least he found your little trick funny. They give the man a look before splitting up.
"Find her!" Ace and Marco call together. Your grin widens even more. Now the real fun would begin.
Ace swings your door open but is hit by a bucket of water. He stiffens in surprise, lips curling up in a chilling smile as he slowly shakes his head. "Oh... You are so gonna get it!" He calls out, hoping you heard him and cringed. His call had the opposite affect though, you almost laughed out loud. He slams your door shut, which only caused a bag of flour to fall onto his head. His wet skin made the flour clump and stick. He wanted to be mad, but your genius brain made him chuckle.
"So... THATS how you want to play?" He growls, starting for one of your hiding spots. Wrong move Ace. He first looked in the barrel behind Whitebeard's chair. As soon as he opened it, springs leap out at him, making him stumble back and trip on the hidden wire which over turned the bucket of feathers over his already sticky body. He frowns heavily at the feathers that covered him, not bothering to muffle his yell.
"___!!!" He hollers, leaping to his feet. "You are so going down!!"
"Wait until he gets to the next one," Thatch chuckles outside your barrel.
"That's gonna be fun, especially since you gave me the idea," You giggle.
Ace stormed for your last hiding spot, not bothering to check the others since they were probably booby-trapped. Oh Ace, so predictable. Ace gets to Marco's closet where you hid when your pranks went over board. He flings the door open only to have a massive pile of underwear fall on him. Ace stiffens mortified as he sits up and looks at the underwear that covered him, spotting your pink lace underwear in the mist of them all.
"YOU BETTER PRAY THESE ARE CLEAN ____!!!" He yells, leaping to his feet and brushing them off.
"Hehe, we got him," You giggle.
"Mhm, lucky for us those were clean," Thatch comments.
Ace suddenly stops as a thought occurs to him. Thatch had seemed a bit too pleased to find out you set him up. You also never used underwear before, though Thatch had commented a few times.
"Thatch!" He calls. You blink, brow furrowing in confusion. Why would he-
"Thatch! Don--"
"Yeah?" Thatch calls back. Shit! Damn! You sink as low as you can in the barrel, hearing Ace's footsteps coming to the open closet. Ace steps into the closet, gaze slightly wild.
"Father wants you," Ace says calmly. Thatch blinks in surprise.
"Oh, okay," He says, walking out, totally oblivious to Ace's lie. Ace closes the door softly, starting to grin because he knew he had finally caught you.
"You really got me good today ___," He rumbles calmly, but you could clearly hear something chilling in his tone. You held our breath, looking up at the lid, you know the blood had left your face the moment he closed the door. "I'll have to get you back of course... But right now I'm really impressed that you planned it all," He murmurs. The lid comes off and you meet a pair of brown orbs and a soft smile. "You really are an amazing genius..." He breathes, tipping your chin and leaning down into the barrel to press his lips to yours.
You tense in shock and he pulls away with a mischievous grin. "Now, your gonna have to take responsibility for getting me dirty," He growls lightly. You pale again.
"How?" You ask carefully.
"You're gonna clean me up!"
