Yara & Ace plz
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tysm for the prompt!! Apologies that it took awhile to complete, but here you go!! Hope you enjoy! <3
it's, uhh... slightly nsfw-ish?? mostly implied than anything
💖 rough kiss / hot and heavy / making out
It was over.
The enemy’s ship lay in ruins, bits of wood and canvas floating dead in the water; the remnants of the captured crew escorted onto lifeboats with their hands resting on their heads. From the sullen looks on their faces, they had learned their lesson about attempting to encroach on the Whitebeard Pirates’ territory.
Yara’s fingers dug into the rope ladder as she climbed up the side of the Moby Dick, anxiety twisting in her stomach.
“Yara, go!!”
“What are you doing?!” she shouted, panic laced in her voice as Ace leapt in between her and the enemy captain. “We need to get back to the ship and regroup!”
“I’ll cover your escape!” he insisted, flames leaping off his skin.
“Ace, wait--”
“Flame Fence!!”
A massive wall of fire shot up between them. Ace turned his head, gazing back at her between the flickering flames. “Go, love. I’ve got this.”
She pulled herself up onto the main deck, heart thudding in her chest. All she’d seen since leaving the island that had served as the battleground was a trail of smoke; neither hide nor hair remaining of Ace or his opponent. He was incredibly strong; she never doubted that for a second. Whitebeard hadn’t made him Second Division Commander while barely out of his rookie year for no reason. Yet still…
Her anxiousness only grew as she scanned around the deck. The enemy pirates were all gathered in the open space in front of Whitebeard’s chair. As per Whitebeard’s orders, their hands weren’t bound, but they were under the careful surveillance of Marco and Jozu. They seemed to know it too; grumbling to themselves but keeping their heads down.
Yara used her Devil Fruit powers to pass through the crowd of people gathered on the deck, drifting through their bodies with ease. Most of the Whitebeard Pirates didn’t bother looking over at her, both familiar with her abilities and too tired to care. She continued to glance around, trying to keep her pulse from racing out of control in her worry.
Then she saw it. A flash of orange, just beside the main mast. Her heart leapt, recognizing the unmistakable hat. “Ace!!”
“Hm?” His head whipped over in her direction at the sound of his name. He immediately perked up, a wide grin stretching across his freckled cheeks. “Yara!!”
Scrambling to his feet, he bolted towards her, pushing aside anyone in his path. Yara squeaked as Ace lifted her up with a laugh and twirled her around, keeping his arms firmly locked around her. As her feet hit the ground once more, he went in for the kiss, but she placed a hand over his lips.
“Why didn’t you run?” she whispered.
Ace blinked, surprised at first, but then he reached for her hand with a smile. “Because in that moment, you were behind me, sweetheart. Running would’ve put you in danger, and you know I could never do that.”
Yara swallowed, trying to suppress the hot lump that rose in her throat. “You could have died, Ace.”
His eyes widened, noticing her pained expression. “Hey, hey…” he murmured, bringing her hand to his lips. “It’s okay. I’m here, baby. I’m here.” He kissed her knuckles, then her wrist, lips pressing against her racing pulse. “Nothing’s going to happen to me, I promise.”
She collapsed into his arms, resting her cheek on his shoulder. “You really need to stop scaring me like that. One of these days, you’re going to run into an opponent you won’t be so lucky against.”
“...Heh. Can’t help it if I feel like luck’s on my side.” He grinned. “After all, I managed to get with you, didn’t I?”
“Idiot,” she mumbled, pressing a kiss to the crook of his neck. “Those aren’t the same things at all.”
Chuckling, he slid a finger under her chin, lifting her head up. Without a moment’s further hesitation, he leaned in, meeting her lips with a contented hum. Yara’s eyes fluttered shut, feeling his lips part ever so slightly, his tongue easing its way into her mouth.
“Mm.” Ace pulled away, breaking the kiss with a faint pop! “Bedroom?”
She nodded, taking his hand and allowing him to lead her towards the division commanders’ quarters.
They were back on each other as soon as he kicked the door shut, pants and breathy moans filling the small space. Her arms were around his shoulders, his hands planted firmly on her hips. Ace took the lead, carefully moving her towards the queen-sized bed that sat in the corner of the room. Yara allowed herself to collapse onto it, resting her head on a pillow.
There was a feral glint in Ace’s dark brown eyes as he removed his hat, placing it to hang off the bedpost before crawling on top of her, his arms caging her beneath him. He nudged Yara’s legs further apart with his knee, pressing himself closer to her, fingers tangling in her hair as he cupped the side of her face. Their lips met in a series of flurried actions, desperate to drink each other in. Panting, he pulled away briefly before trailing kisses from her chin down her throat.
A pleasured gasp left Yara’s lips as he nipped at the sensitive spot on the crook of her neck. Her fingernails dug into his back, legs wrapping tightly around him. Ace’s hips bucked towards her, his desire for her evident as he recaptured her mouth with his. Her hands found their way to his hair, burying her fingers in his raven locks, massaging his scalp. His teeth gently tugged at her bottom lip, and she let out a moan in response.
“Careful, sweetheart,” he murmured, breath hot against her face. “You keep making sounds like that and I won’t be able to hold back.”
The corners of her lips twitched into a smirk as she met his gaze with a determined one of her own. “And if I don’t want you to?”
“I’ll devour you.”
“Then devour me, Portgas.”
A low noise rumbled from Ace’s throat, almost like a growl. His pupils had dilated as he pushed the hem of her dress up past her waist before diving back at her lips like a man starved. One hand trailed along her thigh, a low heat from his Devil Fruit powers emanating off of it.
“Ah!” Yara gasped, her shoulder blades digging into the sheets as she arched her back, a jolt of pleasure shooting through her at the feeling of his warm fingers caressing her so tenderly.
“You like that, huh, Hellcat?” Ace breathed, coaxing her through her ecstasy. “My pretty girl. My pretty, pretty girl. ‘M so lucky.”
A high-pitched whine escaped Yara as heat pooled in her stomach. “Need you, Ace! Need--”
Knock knock!
“Hey, Ace! Yara!” Thatch called out from the other side of the door. “Pops wants you both on deck, so put your clothes back on.”
Ace let out a groan. “Oh, gimme a break.”
Yara couldn’t help but chuckle as Ace pushed himself off of her, grumbling something about burning a hole straight through the Fourth Division Commander’s favourite pair of pants next time he was on laundry duty. She shifted around, pulling her dress back over her hips as she rose to a seated position. Lifting Ace’s hat from the bedpost, she placed it onto his head. “There you are, Commander Ace. All fit for duty.”
As their eyes met, his annoyance at Thatch seemed to melt away. “Thanks. Now c’mon. You know I can’t do it without my brilliant, sexy Vice-Commander by my side.”
He offered her a hand, and she slid off the bed.
“Hey.” Ace pulled her into his arms. His fingers brushed under her chin, a warm smile lingering on his freckled face. “I love you. I mean it, Yara.”
“I know,” she replied as she draped her arms over his shoulders, leaning up to kiss the tip of his nose.
“We’ll continue this later?”
“Of course.”
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