Portgas D Ace x Reader Oneshots

A stupid wish.

Why did you leave the window open? Why?! Huddling up to a small ball under the blanket, you desperately tried to warm yourself. It had been warm during the day, so you had opened it for some nice air. But now you had showered. So laying here cold, was on you.

Your mind said loud and clear that you could endure it. However, a small embarrassed part of your mind was thinking of a kind gentleman who was always warm. I wish he would be here next to me. And hug me, snuggle me. And . . . . Okay, mind, keep dreaming. It would never happen. Ace is too perfect to even lift a finger for you. You let out a sigh. It was a stupid wish. One that would never be fulfilled.

You glanced at the wall beside your bed. Just on the other side, Ace slept. Well, he used to sleep there. But now he's the second division commander and sleeps far away. It had been two days since it changed, and you didn't think him sleeping all the way on the fourth floor with the other commanders would hurt so much.

The door to your room opened and closed. Heavy steps creaked the floor, and soon after, a shadow hovered over you. I just pretend to be asleep. You thought not wanting to deal with bullshit this late. With a thud, the man lay right next to you with an arm over your form. Snores echoed immediately after, and you crawled up from over the blanket only to be met with someone's breath in your face.

It took a while, but after a minute or so, your eyes had adjusted to the darkness. Your brain had it hard to process, but was that freckles, black, soft hair, hard muscles, and Ace?! No wonder it got so nice and warm. I'm dreaming! There's just no way this is true. Why would he even come here? Wait, maybe a super tired Ace would go to his old room and take the wrong one!!!! AHHHH, WHAT DO I DO? WHAT, WHAT, WHAT?!!!! Thank god. 

Ace's arm stretched out and then took a grip around you. Some seconds later, you were one inch from his chest!!! His head leaned down on yours, and you could feel the guy's drool in your hair.

I pretend to sleep. . . . . . . Thank you. . . .