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The Daughter's Return: Part 6

Truth or Dare

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Characters: female reader x Ace Word Count: 4k CW: A bunch of adults playing Drunken Truth or Dare. You know what's coming.

Just about everyone else was already on the roof. You hadn’t met all of the strategists, but you knew most of them from your previous time on the ship. A few people who weren’t strategists were there as well, but Bailey - the eighth division strategist, explained that commanders without strategists brought an extra person. Marco and Ace arrived shortly after you, with Kingdew, Haruta, and Clem, and the games finally began.

“Are we doing Commander and Strategist teams or commanders versus strategists?” Marco asked.

“Versus!” you shouted, sticking your tongue out at Ace and Marco. Marco cockily raised an eyebrow in response, but Ace quickly averted his eyes from you.

“Rakuyo, do the honors,” Ace said, holding out the deck of playing cards to his fellow commander.

You were practically bouncing up and down with excitement. This is what you had missed the most about being away. Family game night, with a little bit of an evil twist.

“Seven,” Rakuyo said, holding out the card. “Truth or Dare.”

“You pulled the card, you start us off,” Marco called. “Everyone knows the rules. You only get three truths, and then you have to start doing dares. If you don’t do a challenge, you’re out. Once a team gets down to zero members, they’re out. No targeting. Nothing super dangerous. You can be lewd, but nothing below the belt with other people. Got it?”

Rakuyo’s eyes went around the circle, looking for a strategist to pick on. You expected him to pick his own strategist, Ailia, but his eyes landed on you.

“Y/N, truth or dare?”

You snorted. “Dare.”

“I dare you to jump down on the deck, take someone’s drink from their hands and finish it, and walk away without saying any words.”

You laughed. It was creative, and slightly embarrassing. Rakuyo always went easy on you compared to the dares he gave others. Tonight, you were grateful for that.

You got up from your seat and jumped off the building, searching for the perfect culprit. You saw the perfect person as soon after a few steps. A spunky redhead with blue eyes. Uzzo.

You walked up to him and took his drink as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He was talking to a friend, and when you appeared next to them, both of them stopped to acknowledge you. You took his drink and downed it quickly, and then handed it back to him and walked off, glancing up at the roof to see thirty sets of eyes staring down at you.

“Hey, Y/N!” Uzzo called.

You picked up your pace slightly, refusing to acknowledge him. You stared straight ahead and kept walking until you were out of his line of sight, and then you climbed up onto the roof, giggling. A few of the strategists high fived you as you sat down.

Your eyes scanned across the commanders and you grinned mischievously. You almost called out to Ace, but he looked particularly gloomy at the moment. He was definitely in a funk, and you were certain you wouldn’t be helping his mood by calling on him. So you decided to leave him alone for now and picked your next best culprit.

“Thatch! Truth or Dare?”

“Shit,” Thatch huffed, and the rest of the commanders laughed. “Not risking it. Truth.”

“Which of the strategists do you want to bang the most?”

“Right off the bat, huh?” Thatch groaned. “I’m going to make you regret this.”

You took a sip of your ale, feigning innocence.

Thatch sighed, looking down the line of strategists. “Margot.”

You squealed with glee as Margot’s face flushed a deep pink. “I’m going to grab another drink, anyone need anything?”

“I’ll come,” Marco offered, grabbing his and Ace’s tankards. The two of you hopped off the roof and made your way to the keg.

“Dude,” Marco laughed. “You’re wasted.”

“You try having ten double shots of rum and let me know where you’re at,” you mumbled, fanning your face. You always got so hot when you drank too much too fast.

“You sure you’re okay hanging out on the rooftop? I know it’s Whitey’s last night.”

“You can't get rid of me that easily, Marco. Nice try.”

Marco held his hands up in defense. “I’m just saying.”

“I already told Whitey goodbye,” you said. You had to bite your lip to stop the tears from rising up again. “She told me to hang out with you all.”

“Alright,” Marco said, shaking his head.

There was a line at the keg, and you too stood quietly in it. It gave you time to think about the past few days, when it dawned on you.

“Is Ace mad at me?” you asked.

Marco looked at you for a moment, baffled at the bluntness of your question. “You should ask him that.”

You shrugged. “Okay.”

Marco laughed at your response. “That’s it?”

You nodded, and the two of you arrived at the keg. You quickly filled up all three drinks and walked back to the rooftop. As you arrived, you smoothly took Ace’s mug from Marco, and sat down next to him as you placed the drink down. He looked at you, with a mix of surprise and irritation, but you ignored it.

“Are you mad at me?” You tried to whisper, but it was loud enough for almost everyone to hear you.

“What?” Ace asked.

“Are. You. Mad. At. Me?” You annunciated every word slowly, in case you were slurring your words already.

“Can we talk about this later?” Ace hissed, his eyes darting around the circle nervously.

“Y/N!” Vista called out, and you turned to look at him. Almost everyone’s eyes were on you, watching you and Ace closely. “Truth or Dare?”

The conversation with Ace would have to continue later. Vista was one of the commanders who always made you regret getting his attention, regardless of whatever you chose. But choosing dare was too much of a gamble with him. You couldn’t get out this early in the night. You were the main eliminator of the strategist team.

“Truth.”

Thatch and Vista both sighed in disappointment. It was clear they had been plotting while you had been away.

“Tongue or fingers?”

“If I can’t have both, then fingers,” you answered, trying your best to appear unfazed by the question. You could feel your face burning, but you hoped that your already pinked cheeks were hiding most of your blush. A few mouths dropped open, so you had to assume your rouse had been successful, even if you felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest.

You smiled, trying to steady your breathing in the process. “Namur, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

Namur was a kind soul. He was probably one of your favorite commanders. So you felt bad doing this, but you needed to move this game along and end it quickly. You needed to retaliate against the commanders.

“I dare you to strip to your underwear and climb up to the crow’s nest.”

“Veto!” Jozu cried in rage.

“It doesn’t violate the rules we set,” Marco said, glaring at you. “We all know she plays dirty, but the rules are the rules.”

“Namur,” you sang. “Tick tock!”

“I’m not doing that,” Namur said. “Sorry guys.”

The game continued to go on, filled with stupid dares and strange questions.

“Why’d you kiss that guy earlier?” Ace finally mumbled to you. “Are you guys together?”

“What guy?” you asked, only half listening to him. Marco was spinning in circles, and you had to see if he was going to throw up.

“The guy who beat you in Five Shots.”

“Oh,” you laughed lightly. “Not together. He asked.”

Ace scoffed. “He asked?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you just kiss anyone that asks?” he demanded. He sounded irritated.

“Why?” you teased, leaning in so close that your nose touched his. “You planning on asking?”

He jerked away from you, his gaze darting between your eyes and your lips. His breathing was rapid and shallow, and you gave him a little wink before turning back to watch Marco.

You weren’t sure if he was still listening, but you whispered so only he had the chance of hearing. “I’d say yes, you know.”

If he heard you, he didn’t say anything. The two of you sat next to each other, both trying to avoid the weird tension that hung in the air until you were forced to move away from him due to Atmos’s attempt to make you uncomfortable. He placed you on Haruta’s lap, which you found quite humorous and very comfortable.

The night flew by, and the players began to actively dwindle down. By the time there were ten players left, you had single handedly gotten 5 commanders out, drank an additional 3 beers, and were still stuck on the twelfth commander’s lap.

A few of the commanders had paused to do a quick scheming session. There were only four commanders left in the game: Marco, Ace, Jiru, and Thatch; but all of the commanders were called in to discuss. Only Haruta and Ace were excluded from the group discussion; Haruta was stuck underneath you and had been unusually quiet since you had joined him, and Ace had gone to get more drinks after the last round. He had been gone for a suspicious amount of time, but as you were about to mention it, Clem spoke up.

“They’re going to play their Division Double Dare,” Clem grumbled. You didn’t know him well, but he was the sixth division strategist alongside Blamenco.

“Division Double Dare?” you asked, looking at him.

“Oh, right. You haven’t been around for it,” Clem said. “Each group gets one ‘Division Double Dare’. A division is selected, and both members have to partake in the dare. Whoever does the dare better or faster wins. The loser is out of the game, and the winner gets to bring in a player that’s gone out.”

“Not really worth it if you’re losing,” you noted. “Seems risky.”

Ailia laughed. “Not if you have Portgas D. Ace on your team. He’s never lost a Division Double Dare. It will almost certainly be you against him.”

Your eyes slid over to where the group was plotting quietly and your heartbeat quickened. Could you beat Ace in whatever they had planned? You wouldn’t be forfeiting, whatever the dare would be. But doing something better than your commander would be a challenge, and you doubted that they would be choosing something you would be good at.

“We want to do a Division Double Dare,” Jiru announced as Ace walked back to the group with drinks.

Ace’s face contorted in confusion at Marco. “Dude, you said-”

“Division Two,” Jiru said, looking at Ace.

Marco was looking at Ace apologetically, and your hair stood on its end. Marco rarely felt remorse when it came to competition. If he was feeling it now, it only meant something difficult was coming your way.

Jiru grinned, looking at the two of you. “I want a show,” he said.

You heard a few giggles from around the circle. Haruta tensed underneath you. It must’ve been code for something, but you weren’t sure what.

“Jiru-” Ace started.

The fourteenth division commander was savoring the attention being on him. Everyone was hanging onto every word he said.

“The two of you….”

“Please don't-” Ace begged.

“Full makeout session.” Jiru’s eyes moved to you, hoping to catch you flustered. “I want passion. Romance. Everything you’ve got.”

Your cheeks burned, but you refused to give him any more hints of embarrassment besides that.

“How do you pick a winner?” you asked, skeptical.

“We vote,” Vista explained.

You frowned. “That could be biased.”

“Going to forfeit?” Jiru asked, his eyes glistening with demented hope.

They wanted you out. If you were out and another commander came back into the game, the odds would be even. In the commander’s favor, even. You had gotten out more individuals than anyone else. You wouldn’t lose that easily. Your team was counting on you.

“You wish,” you laughed. “Am I allowed to get up for this?”

“Go ahead,” Thatch said. “You have to go back when you’re done though.”

You stood up, and walked over to Ace. He was staring at his feet, looking deathly pale.

“Ace?” you asked, snapping your fingers to get his attention. “Come on, let’s do this.”

He wouldn’t look at you. His eyes continued to watch a small spot on the deck, but you could see a panic washing over his face. He looked…frightened. And angry. More angry than you had seen him all night.

When he finally looked up at you, the emotions you suspected were confirmed. He was scared. And upset. You had to admit, you felt the same way. The last thing you wanted was to be judged on your kissing ability.

His mouth opened, like he was about to say something. You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a small reassuring smile. “Are you initiating this or am I?” you whispered.

“I can’t do this,” Ace whispered.

You laughed. “Ace, I’m sure you’ve kissed hundreds of people. I’m no different.”

“You are different,” he mumbled. “I can’t do this.”

“Ace-”

He pulled your hands off of his neck and stepped away from you. “I’m out.”

You heard small gasps from around the circle. You were too surprised to look at everyone’s reactions, but you imagined them all in shock. Ace shuffled away, his eyes still glued to the floor. You watched him go, hearing your fellow strategists behind you.

“I don’t think he’s ever forfeited a double dare before,” Ophelia whispered.

“He’s never even lost a double dare before,” Fossa whispered back.

“And he’s definitely done worse than a make out session,” Dell said. “Wonder if he’s sick?”

“Portgas D. Ace!” you screamed, frozen where you stood. “You coward!”

You could feel tears pricking at your eyes. You weren’t sure if they were from disappointment or embarrassment.

“I thought he liked her,” Blamenco commented. “Guess it was the opposite.” His words were met by a few shushes from the rest of the group.

“Damn, I can’t believe he dropped the ball on that one,” Jiru said. “Well, Y/N, who do you want in? Since you won, you get to pick.”

You didn’t even care about this stupid game anymore. You wanted to run away, to make yourself small and hide in a corner. You were afraid to turn back to the group, knowing they would notice your glassy eyes and new demeanor.

“Bailey,” you croaked out. “Bailey can come back in.”

You finally willed yourself to move, and you headed towards the roof exit. You couldn’t pretend like everything was normal. Not anymore. You had gotten the feeling Ace was upset with you, but you didn’t realize he was mad enough to throw a game.

“If you leave the rooftop, you’re out!” Jiru yelled, and you heard the immediate sound of someone smacking him.

“Dude,” Marco said quietly. “Let her go.”

You were enraged. Embarrassed. Infuriated. How dare Portgas D. Ace treat you like that in front of a crowd? How dare he embarrass you, tell you that you weren’t even worth a kiss. It was one thing to say it in private. But he did it in front of your friends, your family.

It didn’t take long for you to find him. He was standing at the stern of the ship, looking out at the dark sea. He was alone, thankfully, because you were about to make a scene.

“You bastard!” you hissed, storming up to him. “What the hell was that about? Am I really so bad that you can’t even pretend to enjoy kissing me?”

Ace took a long drink and turned to you. “Look, you won. Who cares how you did it?”

“Do you know how embarrassing it is to lose by forfeit to a man who’s never backed down from a challenge before?” you demanded. You could feel steam rolling off of your skin in response to your rage.

“I didn’t think about that, sorry,” Ace mumbled, turning back to the sea. “The stars are nice tonight, don’t you think?”

“I don’t give a damn about the stars right now!” you shouted. “Why the hell didn’t you kiss me?!”

“I didn’t want it to be weird between us,” Ace said, gritting his teeth.

“Why would it have been weird? It was just some dare!”

“Look, I didn’t want our first kiss to be some show for thirty other people, okay?!”

His answer made you pause, trying to figure out if there was a secret meaning within his words. Your rage was doused in an instant, and you could feel the mood shift. Maybe it hadn’t been irritation you had been feeling from him all night. Maybe it was jealousy.

“Well. There’s nobody around now,” you hinted, looking at your commander.

“No…” Ace took a step towards you, his eyes fixated on your lips. “I guess there’s not.”

You both stared at each other for a moment, a silent challenge for the other to make the first move. You didn’t back down, but you also weren’t planning to initiate anything. For a second, the two of you were stuck in a stalemate and you thought you had misread the situation, until finally Ace moved.

His head dipped down, and you closed your eyes as his lips pressed firmly into yours. You stood there, relishing in the frozen moment, and then Ace began to take charge. His tongue pressed against your lips, requesting entrance to your mouth, and you eagerly obliged. You could taste the alcohol mixed with a hint of something sweet like candy, and you swirled your tongue around his, desperate for another taste.

Ace let out a soft moan at your movement, humming against your mouth. Passion spread like wildfire through your veins, your skin growing warm and tingly at his touch. Your hands found his hair and became entangled in its strands, trying to pull him closer to you. You couldn’t get enough of him, and he pushed back against you with equal urgency.

His arms wrapped around you, and he carefully led you over to the side of the ship and hoisted you up on the railing. He kept his lips connected with you the entire time, only pulling away to make sure you were balanced on the banister

“You okay?” Ace asked, holding onto you tightly.

“Yeah,” you whispered, already leaning forward and pressing your lips against his again.

You could feel him smiling against you as he pressed his body against yours, and you spread your legs to allow him to get closer. He quickly closed the gap, his warm body grinding against you. His arms stayed wrapped around your back, anchoring you firmly in place. His tongue swirled around your mouth, exploring and pushing deeper into you. You didn’t care that you were running out of air. It was worth it to keep him this close.

He finally pulled away from you, and you gave a soft whimper at his sudden disappearance. The last thing you wanted was to be apart. You had done enough of that over the past few days. Now all you wanted was him.

“Ace-”

You tried to go back in for another kiss, but Ace’s lips touched your jaw line, and then he began to pepper your neck with gentle kisses. You gave an involuntary moan as he gently sucked on the nape of your neck; your fingers digging into his scalp to encourage him further.

He continued to mark your skin, alternating between soft bites and kisses that grew more intense with every gasp or moan you let out. You wrapped your legs around his torso, pulling him in and grinding against his core. You were starting to feel a bulge in his pants, and your heart rate picked up as his size hardened against you.

“Shit,” Ace mumbled against your skin. He gave an exceptionally hard suck against your neck.

You let out a shaky breath; that was certainly going to leave a mark tomorrow. But you didn’t care. It didn’t matter what his reputation was. If you could only have him in this moment, you would. Tomorrow things might be different, but you wanted the whole ship to know who you belonged to tonight.

“Ace!” Marco’s voice called out, and the sound of footsteps climbing up the stairs. “Are you up here?”

Just as fast as the passion had blossomed, it was over. Ace ripped away from you, and you struggled to keep your balance on the railing without him.

“Fuck!” Ace yelled, reaching out to grab your arm so you wouldn’t fall overboard. “Fuck, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

You blinked a few times, trying to gather your bearings. The world still felt like it was spinning. You were drunk from alcohol and from Ace. To have one ripped away from you so suddenly made you feel cold and confused.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, shaking your head slightly to bring yourself back to the present. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Ace!” Marco called, looking around. Marco started towards Ace, and then froze when he saw you on the railing next to your commander.

What a sight the two of you must’ve been. Ace’s hair was a complete mess, and you had to have some variety of marks scattered across your neck from his advances. Not to mention the fact that you were both staring at Marco with a wild and slightly irritated look, and breathing heavily from your previous moments.

Marco frowned at you. “Come on. Bed.”

“Yeah,” Ace said. “I’m right behind you.”

“Not you,” Marco frowned at Ace and pointed at you. “You. Come on, let’s go.”

“I’m going to sleep in my-”

“Nope. Come on. I’ve got a mattress on my floor.” Marco planted his feet and watched you. It was clear he wasn’t going to budge until you followed him.

“Marco,” Ace tried. “It’s okay, really! I-”

“No.” Marco was firm and absolute. His eyes felt like daggers as he stared at you, waiting for you to move. He really was like your second dad, when you thought about it. He was always ruining your nights. “Y/N. Let’s go. Now.”

You groaned and hopped off the banister. “You’re no fun,” you grumbled, trudging over to him.

“Don’t wanna hear it.” Marco ruffled your hair playfully. His tone was lighter, but still stern. “Say goodnight, kids.”

You turned around and met Ace’s eyes. You couldn’t help but smile at his flustered face. Even when he was embarrassed and pouting, he was so adorable. “Goodnight, Portgas D. Ace.”

Ace smiled at your words. “Sleep well.”

“Won’t sleep as well as I could’ve,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes. You heard Ace chuckle, which made your heart flutter.

“Enough!” Marco let out an exasperated sigh and wrapped his arm around your shoulder to lead you down the stairs. “You’ll both thank me in the morning,” Marco muttered, mostly to himself.

“Doubt it,” you sang back, which prompted him to smack your head. You chose to walk the rest of the way in silence. It was later than you had realized, and a bed was sounding really comfortable now.

Once Marco opened the door to his room, you collapsed onto the mattress. “Let me grab some blankets,” Marco said. He made sure you sat down on the mattress and went to his closet to find some spare pillows.

You didn’t need them. You had always been a low maintenance night guest for Marco, but between your devil fruit powers and the after effects of the alcohol, you curled up and fell asleep on the mattress before Marco could even locate a pillow and blanket. By the time he turned around, you were softly snoring, a smile gracing your face.

Marco still did the same routine he always did when you slept over. He gently lifted your head and placed a pillow underneath, and then placed a few blankets on top of your sleeping body. He climbed into bed, watched you for a moment to make sure you were actually asleep.

“Night kid,” he whispered, flicking out his bedside lamp and finally letting himself fall asleep. It had been a long night, but at least it had ended with a win for Division Two.

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