He remained silent as Law’s voice echoed softly, filling the space between them. His chest tightened with an unfamiliar warmth, and for a moment, all he could do was watch him. Everything about Law was captivating—the way he moved, the way his voice carried that quiet intensity, even now, as he +

Ace's eyes widen slightly as Law lights the candle, the flickering glow casting soft shadows on his face and revealing the faintest blush on his cheeks. For a moment, he’s at a loss for words—a rare occurrence. His gaze shifts between the candle, the cake, and finally Law, an undeniable +

He meets the brief kiss with his own, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips as they part, though the space between them remains minimal. "I'm glad you liked it. Even if it's something so simple..." Before Law can respond, Ace pulls him in gently but firmly, closing the gap between them. +

"Aw, c'mon, you look great in Christmas colors! I mean, who else could make a sweater like this look so good? You’re practically festive royalty now." Though he reveled in the fun of provoking Law, his attention shifted as he looked down, his fingers slipping into his bag with careful +

Ace’s face lights up the moment he sees the sweater, a wide grin spreading across his features as he eagerly puts it on. "These are awesome—suits you perfectly." He says with a playful grin, but his expression shifts the moment Law reveals the second gift. +

//I’ve been a bit inactive because I’m sick. I promise I'll reply to everyone tomorrow.

"OTÁRIO MOLENGA." Berrou antes de finalmente ocupar a própria boca, cravando os dentes no ombro de Jane, onde mordeu e grudou ali, sem se mover, apenas apertando mais e mais da mordida.

Se inspirou em correr o mais rápido que podia, dando impulso o suficiente para pular e se agarrar nas costas alheias, envolvendo o pescoço dele com ambos os braços. "Perdeu tudo, irmão."

"Oh, come on! I thought we were having fun." He slowly gets off, still wearing a mischievous smile.

Soltou um berro antes de se recuperar e correr atrás dele para devolver a MORDIDA. 🏃🏻✨️

I’m not getting off unless you say please. ~

He listens to Law's confession, the words settling in like the warmth of sunlight on his skin. His grin softens, turning almost sheepish as he feels his face grow a little warmer—a rare occurrence for someone like him, who hardly ever felt shy. But here he was, smiling like a fool, +

He sits down on Kael's back, resting comfortably. "Guess this is the perfect spot for me to take a break too."

He let out a warm, low laugh, shaking his head. The idea of it being strange didn’t even cross his mind. Law, with his sharp edges and quiet intensity, was exactly the kind of person Ace would be drawn to. “Doesn’t matter what you say about yourself. You could spend all day dissecting people, +

No concussion here, but if it gets me some extra care from you, I might just fake one.

Spaghetti

When he cupped his chin, Ace’s lips curled into a quiet, close-lipped smile, his gaze locking intensely with Law’s striking grey eyes. There was something about the way Law looked at him—sharp, curious—that Ace couldn’t ignore, though he wasn’t about to admit it outright. “You really shouldn’t +

Ace raises an eyebrow at Kael’s bold response, his fingers tracing the rim of the glass as the waiter set the wine on the table. He picked it up smoothly, swirling the liquid before leaning slightly closer to the Vice Admiral. "Say things like that, and I might just take you up on the offer." +

Marineford was a painful memory—a constant reminder of sacrifices that left him feeling both guilty and deeply loved. He let the thought linger for a moment before brushing it aside with a faint smile. "Everything that happened at Marineford left its marks, sure, but nothing I can’t handle." +

He lifted a finger to call the waiter, his confident grin unwavering as he spoke casually: "The most expensive wine you’ve got. Right now, please." The waiter hesitated, his eyes briefly scanning Ace as if trying to gauge whether he could actually afford such a request. Was it that obvious Ace’s +

His gaze softened as he looked into those stark grey eyes, allowing the closeness to linger. Despite having known him for such a short time, he realized there was a trust between them that felt as natural as breathing. Law’s careful touch didn’t bother him—instead, +

"What, you thought I’d let it end like that?" He wraps his arms around him just as tightly, his hold firm and warm. He lifts him slightly off the ground, a soft laugh escaping as he feels Luffy sobbing against him. "Missed you, little brother."

Luffy! Long time no see. ~

He smirks, his mind briefly drifting to the thought of how empty his pockets are and how he’d probably have to make a quick getaway if the bill came. "Of course, the most expensive wine is the least you deserve. Consider it done, darling."

Ace felt the warmth of his hands on his waist, an unexpected comfort that brought a genuine smile to his face. He couldn't help but feel a sense of ease in the closeness. “Not usually speechless? I’ll try not to get the wrong impression then... +

Até eu fiquei impressionado agora.

"Silence speaks louder than words... I’ll consider that a confession." He cupped Law's cheeks gently, leaning in to plant a quick peck on his lips.

Why not do all three? Sounds like the perfect night to me.

Oh, so you’re saying I’m wrong?

Don’t cry, man. I mean, I get it—I’m pretty awesome—but c’mon, save the waterworks for something cooler. ✨️ Love ya too, you dramatic bastard.

Pff- Alrigh, I'll wear a couple of layers. As much as I know you love seeing me shirtless, being half-naked on a winter island is... weird, even for me.

He watched Kael's performance with barely concealed amusement, leaning slightly closer to catch every subtle shift in expression. The sight of him playing along with such delicate grace was both hilarious and oddly fascinating. What on earth had landed Kael in this situation? The curiosity +

if you’re reading this , i’m dead .

No me mires con esos ojos 🎶

Hey, you're still alive. That's the best news I’ve had all day.

JANE!

Guess I’ve been doing something right.

Snowball fights? Sure, but only if you promise to warm my hands after. ...I could warm them myself, but it’s better if you do it. Just saying.

Now that sounds like a perfect plan. Snow, winter island, and you? I’d absolutely love that!

...Not weird at all.

That’s exactly what I want. And as a reward, I’ll make sure to get you something you’ll really... enjoy. ~

He gently took Kael's hand with exaggerated care, bringing it to his lips with a teasing flourish, as if he were addressing royalty. “Now, what drink should I get for the lovely lady? Something strong to match the act, or sweet to keep you smiling?”

#StrongSunday #SmileSunday

Sure, wine sounds classy, but nothing beats the thought of us being a walking disaster in matching sweaters. You’re not escaping this. 😊

He slid into the seat beside him with the confidence of someone who owned the moment. Casually, he leaned forward, propping his elbow on the table and resting his chin in his palm. His dark eyes sparkled with uncontained amusement as he studied Kael, the corners of his mouth twitching with a +

Ace sat at the bar, lazily sipping his drink while the lively chaos of the room buzzed around him. Something—or someone—caught his eye: a figure with familiar, striking blue hair sitting just a few tables away. He squinted, tilting his head to the side. "No way..." Curiosity got the better +

Ugly Christmas sweaters, huh? I’m in, but only if we both wear them—matching sweaters and all. That sounds like it could be fun, don’t you think?

I need to find a mistletoe and make sure he ends up underneath it.