A Dragons Fire [Portgas D. Ace x Reader]

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Warnings: cursing, mentions of battles.

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The days pass by quick. Each being better then the last and I almost wished we had another week of our vacation. But we've been gone for over a month and Ace was really excited to give the fruit to Whitebeard which is why we decided on our four day detour. I just didn't think it would end so fast.

We're on our last day and decided to spend it lounging around on the beach, enjoying the sun rays, milkshakes, and desserts being brought to us, all complimentary of the resort. There's shades covering my eyes making sure the sun doesn't burn them and I wore a bikini that would give me minimum discolored lines when my tan set in.

I sat up and thanked two employees who came with a refill on my milkshake and twenty for Ace who downed them faster then they could bring them out. I know they were tired when I seen the sweat dripping down their faces and heard their pants for air which they quieted down when approaching us. My husband is definitely putting them through the ringer and may be their toughest client yet.

My hands reached for the cold brain freeze inducing beverage when I look towards the docks. "Weird," I comment looking at the lone man in all dark clothing ducking around other peoples ships. "He's not here with anyone."

Ace barely spared the man a glance before returning to slurping down his milkshakes. He had every kind imaginable in front of him and didn't seem to care about the taste of them, just putting it in his mouth and letting it disappear into his stomach. "He's probably just an attendant that got off his shift."

A small part of me wants to agree and forget about it, but the bigger part of me wants to investigate because employee or not he was acting shady and I had a bad feeling bubbling in my stomach looking at him. Even looking at all the ships, a logo stands out to me like I've seen it before but can't place where or when. It's just familiar in a weird way. "Yeah... but th-"

"Don't worry about it." Ace tells me and leans over to squeeze my bare thigh. "This is our time." He grins and returns to his drinks.

I could swear I've seen that symbol before. And with how dodgy the man's being... alright I need to stop being on guard all the time. Maybe I'm just imagining situations or problems that don't exist because things are going too good right now. We're having fun so why is the urge to look over my shoulder so strong? To run to our ship? To confront that man?

I realize this feeling like everything is wrong is starting to become an obsession. I've decided not to think about it anymore this trip to prove to myself I was fretting over nothing and should be like Ace. Enjoying myself despite the situation.

We run through the schedule for the day and decide massages need to become apart of our regular routine as well as face masks. It's a time for us to unwind and calm everything around us. Something we will definitely need staying with the Whitebeard pirates and the foolishness they got up to.

Hours pass by in an instant.

A fluffy robe sat on my body as I stuck a marshmallow on a stick. Beside me Ace put as many as his stick would allow before putting them in the contained fire inside out suite. The fireplace burned bright and hot as my own marshmallow joined his. A plate of crackers and chocolate sat beside us so we could make our own s'mores from the comfort of our room.

"You wanna know what I just figured out?" I ask Ace, a sheet mask covering both our faces complementary of the resort. They gave us boxes full too which they stocked on our ship for us.