Portgas D Ace x Reader Oneshots

A Stormy Night

"Please onim5, give me some company. I don't wanna be alone while it's storming." You begged as you sat at the empty dinner table. Outside poured the rain in the pitch black night, and thunder echoed through the island. "I even accept a little bug to keep me company. Just please."

'Knock, knock.' You stared at the door. 'Knock, knock.' Was heard again. "I was just joking, I don't even know who onim5 is." You mumbled as you went up to the door. Looking out the peephole you saw a dark silhouette that seemed drenched. Knock, knock.' Echoed again. And before opening you begged again. Please don't be a murderer.

"Yes?" You whispered as you opened the door. "Excuse me, I know how late it is, but it's storming and I ain't very fond of getting wet. Could I perhaps come in?" The man asked. "Hmm, sure. Just take off your shoes and leave them at the door." You answered opening the door up s little more for the man. "Thank you."

You made your way to the light switch, and when it was finally on you got a much better look at your surprise guest. Oh, onim5 what have you sent me? You thought as you glared at the man's shirtless torso. Oh, he looked so fine in all his wet glory, oh right he's drenched. "I see if I have some spare clothes, you can take a shower in that room." You said while pointing at a door. "Thanks, but I be fine. Names Ace by the way." He introduced as he walked to the room you had said.

"Y/n." You answered as you glared at the tattoo on his back. Oh shit. When you heard the shower starting you got a towel for him. And then went to the kitchen. "He has manners and seems to be a real gentleman, which means he won't hurt me." You reassured as you cooked.

Ace held the towel. And then just placed it in the corner using his fire to dry it up instead. He dried his clothes, hat, and bag too. When he opens the bathroom door his nose immediately catches the scent of food. His stomach grumbled and he made his way to the kitchen. "I heard that. Give me some more time and I can make more." You said to Ace's delight.

"Can I help out with anything?" Ace asked. "You can always set the table." Due to the lack of drawers, Ace figured out on his own where the cutlery where. But the plates. "Where do you keep the plates?" He asked. "Above me." You answered as you cut the vegetables. Ace walked up next to you, and he was too damn close and still shirtless!

You're cheeks heated up as he reached for two plates. You have a partner's close view of them. "I thought you said you be fine about clothes," I asked. "I am, they are completely dry, so don't worry," Ace answered. "Um, do you not have a shirt?" You asked believing that be the best way to approach the topic. "Nope," Ace answered casually.

"Please Ace I feel uncomfortable with a shirtless man in my home." And horny. "Yeah I know, but don't you have anything else?" Ace asked as he held up the hoodie. "Not in your size." You answered. "Ugh, fine. Because you're showing such hospitality, why do you have this in such a big size anyway?" Ace asked as he put it on. "It was the only cat hoodie left, I needed it."

You thought the Whitebeard pirate would be annoyed for the rest of his stay, but he quickly got happy when you two sat down for dinner. And then it happened. Ace fell head first into the plate, unconscious. Was he dead? Had you poisoned him? And then you felt a weird relief wash over you as a snore filled the room.

What an interesting dinner. "From the looks of it, this storm won't stop until tomorrow at least. And I don't have a guest room or a couch. " You said mostly to yourself. "Don't worry I just sleep on the floor," Ace said as he stretched a little. "But I'm gonna feel bad." You whined. "Really?" Ace asked. "Yes, let's play a board game." You suggested to change the subject. "Wut?"

37 games later.

"He's asleep." You said out loud as you watched the man sleep on your bed. "Meh, future me's problem." You comment lying down next to him. When Ace's eyes adjusted to the light he found you on his chest sleeping and one of your legs in between his legs. Small flames flicker out of embarrassment. Ace stops them and starts blushing madly. Out of pure reaction, he tries to hide his face under his hat, but instead of his cool hat, he drags the cat hood down. Which just made him blush more. Is this how it is to have a lover?