Chapter 2: Questions
Portgas D. Ace x Female Reader
Warnings: None
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You stood at your stove and fried a steak. The guy you practically dragged to your temporary home was fast asleep on your couch.
Standing over the snoring man, you examined him. His sense of fashion, sucks. You thought. Stepping away, you hid the blush covering your face. He must have been mugged, and they probably stole his shirt and belongings. "Wait, what is . . . . ." You grabbed a knife from his belt. Did you let in a criminal?!
The police, the police, the police. Repeated over and over, in your head. Grabbing your phone, you stopped. But what if it's just a misunderstanding?
Slowly opening his eyes, Ace woke up. "For how long did I sleep?" He mumbled, trying to sit up. "Huh?" Only to find himself bound by a bunch of ropes. "Oi, who?" He began as he accidentally rolled out of the couch. Falling down with thud, face first on the floor.
You walked into the open area and found the man you bought groaning and the floor. "Good morning, Stranger." You said standing before him. Ace shifted his head and found himself staring at a pair of shoes. The memories of what happened sank back, now remembering that he had asked for help. Ace stomach was the first to speak. Turning the situation awkward. "Um, you don't happen to have any food?" He asked.
"That can wait. I have some questions for you. One, what's your name?" You began. Ace let his head fall to the floor and sighed. "I'm Portgas D. Ace." He answered. "Two, why were you in such a bad condition in an alleyway?" You asked, your voice filled with authority. Ace didn't like how you talked. It really made him feel small, but he would never admit that.
"I was fighting a man known as Blackbeard, when . . . . . . ." Ace stopped as he realized he couldn't just tell you how he teleported. "When?" You reapeted. "Eh, that's actually it. He left me there." Ace lied. "Okay, third question. Why are you dressed like that." You asked, pointing at him. "I don't see any need to get something else, I guess." Ace answered, wondering why you even asked. "Ew, are you saying you only have these clothes?" You asked, disgusted at the thought of how unhygienic he actually might be.
"I have one pair of spare clothes." Ace answered, actually feeling a tiny bit embarrassed since you seemed to judge him. "Last question, why were you armed?" You asked. "Well, wait, what do you mean by, 'were'?" Ace asked. "I'm the one who asks the questions here." You clarify. Ace sighs again and answers. "I have a knife because it's useful."
Ace belly spoke again, and this time, you sighed. Grabbing the guy, you pushed him up on the couch. "Can't you just free me?" Ace asked, not being able to move. "I'm not sure if I can trust you yet." You answered in between pants, due to the heavy guy. Not long after, Ace found a big plate with a lot of food before him. He grinned, only to realize he was still bound.
You slowly started blushing. The thought of sitting next to him, close and feeding him, was too much. "You know what? I trust you, now." You let out, picking up a scissor. You cut the ropes and let Ace enjoy his food.
Why is he eating like that? You asked yourself.
