A small whimper leaves your lips as you feel the blood in your legs beginning to freeze. You just had to run into marines. But you hadn't realized they had an admiral with them. And the bastard controls ice. 

Your eyes hopelessly watch as the ice slowly works it's way up to your waist, this admiral surely has a sadistic side. And then something strange happens. 

You hear the marines yelling but they're always shouting about something or someone. But what peaks your interest in when you see flames. They melt away the ice leading up to you but they don't touch your legs at all, leaving them frozen still.

That's not a normal fire.

Next thing you know, you're being winded whilst someone throws you over their shoulder. The next few movements were too fast for you to fathom, you see some fire and some ice and hear some screams. You could see that the marines were getting smaller and quieter, so whoever has you in their arms is running away. 

"That was close." A voice chuckles, the voice being deep but playful. The arm loosens around your waist slightly as the male lowers you to the ground, holding a pair of handcuffs to your leg, the handcuffs causing the ice to dissolve. "Sea prism stone. Both a blessing and a curse, am I right?" Finally, you get to see his face. And holy crap, is he cute.

He's got long, messy black hair and cute freckles. He even harbors that bad boy grin. The second thing you realize is that he's dressed as a cowboy. A shirtless cowboy. Not that you're complaining, he's built like an ox. 

Perfect eye candy. But he also looks unbelievably familiar. You watch in bewilderment as he politely takes off his cowboy hat, holding it to his chest as he bows to you. "Portgas D. Ace. May I ask your name?" 

Man he's poli--PORTGAS D. ACE?! HE'S A PIRATE! WHY THE HELL DID A PIRATE SAVE MY ASS?! AND WHY IS HE POLITE?!

"Uh..." The only thing that leaves your lips as you stare up at the male with wide eyes, earning a hearty laughter from him as he places his hat back on his head, winking at you playfully.

"Nice to meet you, 'Uh'. Wanna build an alliance with me?" 

"You're a pirate." You blurt the obvious, pulling a frown to your previously confused expression as you cross your arms over your chest. "What would a pirate need with me?"

"You're an arms dealer, aren't you?" Ace chuckles, his head tilting to the side slightly in confusion as he tucks his hands into his shorts pockets. "We could use another one for the crew. And pops said you're trustworthy." 

Your eyebrow arches at the mention of 'pops'. He couldn't mean Whitebeard, could he? "I thought you were a rookie pirate captain." You blurt with a slight glare in your eyes, not trusting this boy in the slightest. 

"You don't keep up with the news, huh?" He mocks as he turns his back to you, showing off the large Whitebeard tattoo that decorated his skin. "I'm with Whitebeard now." You cautiously run your fingertips across the tattoo, it didn't feel like paint or anything. 

Would a pirate really tattoo Whitebeard's mark on their back just to trick you into allying with them? Unlikely. "Alright." You murmur as you take a step back from him, the boy turning to face you once again with an enthusiastic smile on his face. "What's in it for me?"

Honestly, that old fart doesn't seriously think I'll help him out for free, does he? Pssh, please.

"Me." The blunt answer has you taken back a little, your eyes flickering up at the cowboy before you as a pout etches itself into your lips. The male chuckling as he strolls closer to you, causing you to instinctively back away.

"What?! Who the hell said I wanted you?!" You harshly spit, about to slap the man around the face. Until he grabs your wrist, that enthusiastic smile slowly turning into a smug smirk. 

"The look on your face. Cute blush by the way." It was in this moment you realize that your face was in fact rather warm, the realization causing it to heat up more as you try to stagger away from the male but his hold on your wrist prevents your escape. "If you ally with us, I'll give you what you like~"

The way his voice lowers into a whisper on the word 'like' has you melting in your spot, weakly trying to tug your wrist from his iron grip. "What's with your ego?!" Your voice coming out as a squeal as you use your free hand to try and cover your face. 

Why did that senile old fart have to send this cute bastard?! 

"Aw, don't hide it. Its cute." Ace snickers, finally releasing your wrist but only to tug you closer as he wraps an arm around your waist. Out of instinct, you try to push him away but he's too strong. Your heart pounding in your chest and your stomach fluttering. "You still haven't told me your name though. Good thing pops already informed me, huh [F/n]?" 

Pushing aside your humiliation and your unbearable attraction toward the male, you force your cool and confident posture, the warmth from his body radiating you as your voice deepens. "If you knew my name already then why ask for it?"

"I would have preferred to hear it from your lips rather than my father's." The man smirks, leaning in close to your face, his warm breath fanning your lips. Your mind screaming at you in panic despite your calm body language.

"Fine. My name is [L/n] [F/n]. It's nice to meet you, Portgas D. Ace." You begrudgingly grumble, your voice instinctively low due to how close his face is to yours. Your temptations driving you absolutely crazy, you just want to run your fingers through his messy hair and pull his lips into yours.

Your eyes flicker down to his smirk, his lush lips essentially begging for your attention. Your blood running cold as he snickers. The male backing away slowly, his warmth leaving your small frame. "Only if you join the alliance, [F/n]."

"How many other chicks do you get to join alliances by being a Cowboy Casanova, Portgas D. Ace?" Your question surprisingly brings a blush to his face rather than yours this time around, the boy nervously scratching his head as he clears his throat. 

"Honestly, I don't usually ask for people to join our alliance. Pops sent me on this errand because your wanted poster caught my eye." Now the blush makes sense, the boy is obviously flustered behind his smug posture, his cheeky smirk still plastered on his face. "So, do I catch your eye?"

Obviously, you smug ass.

With a sigh, you silently consider this opportunity. I mean, allying with Whitebeard? The man is trustworthy and very strong and he's like a father to his allies, protects them with his life if he has to. Not to mention, this cutie on his crew. 

"This offer about having you in return for my cooperation," You begin, earning a fixated stare from the male as he attentively nods his head, urging you to continue. "Does it have an expiry date? I only work for the long-term rewards." 

A smirk spreading across your lips as the male pulls you into his embrace once again, his lips hovering over yours teasingly. "There is no expiration date on me." He rasps as his arm wraps tightly around your waist, the other cupping your cheek. His lips finally crashing into yours, a spark-like feeling tingling through your body as you slowly return the kiss. Your arms draping themselves around his muscular neck, deepening the liplock.

Damn, this cowboy is a good kisser.

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