Portgas D Ace x Reader Oneshots

🥔 An Ugly Sack Of Potatoes 🥔

🔥 Ace was the definition of perfect. So the chances of him wanting an ugly sack of potatoes called Y/n were low.

🔥 Ace hated how often he found you sulking somewhere on the Moby. It was even worse now, since the last time he saw you smile was like a week ago.

🔥 The biggest problem for Ace with it was that every time he tried to approach you, he heard a sigh, indicating you did not want him there. It was painfully obvious it was him since you looked even more down when it was him and gave a small smile to the others who aproched.

🔥 So Ace did what anyone would do. He disguised himself as an elderly man. And approached you. "Ace, what are you doing?" How did you recognize him?!

🔥 Okay, plan two. "Marco! You have to figure out why Y/n is mad at me?" Ace asked, blocking the hallway for the poor phoenix.

🔥 "What do you mean they gave you the silent treatment?" Ace asked, frustrated.

🔥 Ace sighs as he slips the papper under your door. After a while, another paper got slipped to him. You wouldn't understand. :-(

🔥 "Yes, I would!" Ace almost yelled. As he leaned on the door. "Come on, I'm sorry, just don't ignore me like this." Ace whined.

🔥 Another note got slipped under the door for him. Would you love an ugly sack of potatoes? Ace read out loud. "Uhh, maybe? Do they taste good?" Ace asked, confused.

🔥 "The answer is no!" You yelled madly. "Foods, food, I'm sure I can love them!" Ace yelled back, not liking you saying his opinion. "What if their moldy!" You yelled once again, hugging yourself. "Give me the damn sack of potatoes, and I eat them all for you!"

🔥 "No." You answered. "What do you mean no-" Ace asked from the other side of the door. "No." You answered once again, blushing. "Oh come on, you can at least give me one, so 'I' can give you 'my' opinion!" Ace yelled.

🔥 Slowly opening the door, you stood before Ace. "Where's the potatoes?" Ace asked, wondering why they even mattered. You took a deep breath and walked up to Ace.

🔥 He blinked in confusion and then put a hand on your head, patting you a little. Seeing Ace not understanding yet, you sighed. "I'm the ugly sack of potatoes." You said, looking away from him

🔥 It took a while, but then Ace understood. "That's the shittiest nickname I ever heard. And it's really misleading." Ace said as he looked at the note. Would you love an ugly sack of potatoes?

🔥 "I, um, I do love you." Ace stuttered out nervously. You looked at him in disbelief. "Really?" You asked. "Well, only if you want to." Ace said nervously, not even remotely prepared for the situation.

🔥 "I do want you too." You said hugging Ace. He hugged you back with a smile. Already knowing you smiled to.

- We can see tonight if you taste bad. 😏