Kissing the Commanders (Whitebeard Pirates x Reader) - Part 6
One Piece | Marco, Ace, Izou, Thatch | 4.5k | Masterlist
Thatch’s humming started your day properly, far later than you would reasonably have allowed yourself to rise had you not spent the entire night before wrought in a fairly useless anxiety. You pulled the blankets higher around your head slowly, keen on pretending to still be asleep until you heard a tray being put down next to you.
“You’ve been here for almost the whole day now,” he told you, not even pretending to fall for your trick. “And sugar, while I won’t complain about having you to myself but I don’t plan on letting you hide forever.”
“I’m not hiding,” you mumbled but you sat up, moving the sheets away for a second.
You were absolutely hiding. If you left, that meant you had to deal with the situation from yesterday and really, you found yourself far too comfortable and fond of the blankets on your shoulders and the warmth of his room.
Far better than handling whatever fallout you might have been hiding from.
“Then have you just decided to move in?”
You sighed and looked around. “You can’t blame me. It’s nice here.”
Thatch smiled at you, warm and undemanding. “You suit it. If I do say so myself. But I have brought you lunch that you can eat after we talk.”
He stepped to the side and you tilted your head toward him, not at all subtle in the way you asked for his attention. Thatch still seemed confused until you sighed and reached for him, catching his sleeve and tugging him in closer to kiss him softly. His grin was immediate but he only indulged you for a short while before he moved away.
You caught the front of his jacket before he could straighten, pressing your lips to his once more before you allowed him to go.
“For how long it took you to do that the first time, you’ve become rather demanding of it,” he commented.
“I like seeing you smile,” you said. “Any chance I could kiss this conversation away?”
“I won’t stop you from trying.”
You laughed and leaned back, resting your back against one of the posts as the sea rocked beside you. There was a familiar ache in your bones that wasn’t quite going away with sleep and you knew all too well what that meant. And part of you had started to loathe nobody knowing why you always left.
“Namur knows I have a devil fruit,” you said, uninterested in dancing around for much longer. “Just for rescue purposes. Izou has guessed that I have one and that it’s connected to when I leave. I’ve just… never corrected him.”
Thatch slowly sat down next to you on the bed. If he had to get back to the galley soon, he certainly wasn’t showing it.
“I’m a little surprised,” he said. “That Izou doesn’t know more.”
You huffed, embarrassment curling up the back of your neck. “Him knowing wasn’t intentional. Once, I drank something without really checking what it was and my brain’s choice of flirtation was asking him to save me if I fell overboard.”
Thatch whistled. “That’s a pretty bad line,” he said. “I’ve heard Ace use it so you know it’s not original. Might be worse than some of the ones I’ve used on you.”
You rolled your eyes. “Not a chance. The vegetable one you used last time I was here made me question my interest in you for a whole day.”
He laughed. “Aw, you had an interest in me?”
“Have,” you corrected. “Especially after last night.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “If you keep talking like that, you’re going to give everyone the wrong idea about what happened here. There’ll be rumours already.”
“They probably have their ideas if I’ve been here the whole morning.”
“Funnily, I don’t think anybody knows where you are. I heard a few rumours that you left and I let them talk because, no harm in it, though I did have to reassure Ace that he didn’t cause it. He was in a bit of a state the whole morning.”
You sighed and shook your head, bringing your knees up to rest your chin against them. “I’ll talk to him about it,” you said. “Marco and him had a thing yesterday.”
“Could it possibly have been because Marco saw Ace make a small fire bird and decided to show him a real one?”
You rolled your eyes. “Exactly.”
Thatch snorted. “We saw the little one from deck and then all of a sudden, Marco just transforms. Seemed like a bit of an overreaction but he came back in such a bad mood, I didn’t dare say anything. He riles himself up something ridiculous when it comes to you, doll.”
“I only contributed a little,” you defended yourself. “Ace was the one really needling him. Idiot kissed me in the middle of Marco’s lecture.”
For a second, Thatch said nothing, and then he just laughed softly under his breath. “No sense of survival instincts on that one.”
“Tell me about it. Apparently, Whitebeard has his money on Marco so Ace decided this means your captain is right and Marco’s problems with me is not me, it’s that he’s jealous. Which is ridiculous but now I’m going to deal with it.”
Thatch frowned and shrugged. “I don’t think it’ll be too bad. Marco’s just going to pout for a few days but does Pops really still have his bet there?”
“Yeah. You knew about that?”
“You should have been here when it first came out. Half the crew thought the old man was going senile but I asked him about it while we were… discussing the betting pool one day and he said he was mainly doing it to mess with Marco for nagging him about something. Can’t remember what.”
You momentarily wondered why Thatch would possibly talk about bets with Whitebeard before something else Ace had mentioned popped into your mind.
“He better have chewed you out for your stupid bet,” you told him.
Thatch coughed, his smile more placating than you’d seen in a long time. “You heard about mine too?”
“It’s stupid,” you told him. “At least put your money on yourself.”
He looked like he was going to try and defend himself and you narrowed your eyes so he laughed. “Aw, come on, you can’t blame me. I always lose at gambling and you and Izou are attached to each other most days.”
“Didn’t I flirt back?”
“Well yes but…”
“No, don’t add the word ‘but’ there,” you huffed, extending a leg to nudge him with your foot. “It’s not like I’ve ever preferred Izou to you or whatever idea you have.”
Thatch chuckled but you could see a faint pink on his ears that you’d never seen him get before. He didn’t seem to know how to respond and you realised, with mild annoyance, that you might have guessed exactly what idea he had. And that thought irritated you far more than you cared to acknowledge.
You huffed and put your legs down, swinging them off the bed so you were sitting properly, staring half out the window as you talked.
“It’s the vitality vitality fruit,” you said. “That’s its name at least. I take life essence or willpower or whatever you want to call it and then redistribute it.”
Your nerves ate your stomach up so you hurried to reach for the lunch tray to try and hide from the fear clawing your insides up. This wasn’t something you’d told anybody since the first time you stood in Whitebeard’s room, refusing to take his no as an answer.
Your offer of repayment for all he had done for your family in the past.
“Try not to be too stunned to silence,” you commented.
“Vitality,” Thatch repeated.
“That’s the name.”
“This whole time, that’s what you’ve been doing.”
You nodded and breathed out to try and calm yourself. “I don’t use my own because that would be stupid. I have to go out and gather enough to bring back. Takes me long because I’ve got to get close enough to touch somebody with a decently strong spirit. Otherwise, it isn’t worth it.”
You tried to lighten the mood by reaching out and pressing your hand against his side but Thatch didn’t move away. Not even with the threat of a life-draining devil fruit. Instead, he looked at your hand, back up at you, and then smiled faintly.
He took the tray away from you again, moving it back to where it had been.
“Thatch,” you complained, very aware of the grumble in your stomach.
But then he reached out and dragged you closer instead, hugging you into his side at a slightly awkward angle. His breath tickled your cheek and you couldn’t help but smile at the sudden contact.
“Seas,” he said with a small laugh. “We thought it might have been something entirely different and you’ve been just looking after Pops?”
“When he lets me,” you said. “I can’t heal things but it can help the body be strong enough to accept treatment. Marco still does most of the actual work.”
“No wonder he has such an issue with you if he has no idea what you’re doing. Do you know how quickly you could solve the entire thing with him by explaining that? Well… at least, you could solve that part of it. You can’t do much about the jealousy side.”
You squirmed and Thatch let you go as though you wanted to move further away. Instead, you shifted and threw a leg over his lap so you were resting on his thighs instead, hug much easier from this position. His body immediately tensed when you settled your weight against him, cheek resting against his collarbone.
“This is far more comfortable for a hug,” you said in explanation. “But look, Whitebeard only gave me permission to tell Marco a few days ago. I just… haven’t had the time yet.”
Thatch didn’t respond for a second and when he did, he first pressed a suspiciously long kiss to the top of your head. He adjusted you slightly in his lap but didn’t make any move to shift you off, arms wrapping gently around your waist.
“You found time to tell me.”
“You’re more open to conversations than Marco is.”
He sighed and pulled you closer still, hold tightening around you for a second. Then he rested his chin against your head.
“I’m flattered by this.”
“You should be,” you muttered. “Now go to Rakuyo and change your stupid bet.”
Thatch laughed, the sound vibrating through you. “If you keep talking like that, you’ll practically belong in the fourth division. Guess I better start teaching you how to cook, hm?”
“Don’t bother. You’re far too distracting. Nobody would ever eat.”
He was very reluctant to leave you after lunch. You could tell from the way he hovered, seemingly annoyed that he had division duties to manage before he finally pressed a kiss to your head and left. You should have probably gone back to your room but you couldn’t quite find the energy to do so, sinking back into Thatch’s bed rather.
It was comfortable and it was warm and you didn’t even realise time had slipped past until the door opened and Izou stepped in.
He closed it behind him and you smiled, pleased to see him, if a little confused. He looked around Thatch’s room with a quiet judgement that you could feel in your bones before he sighed and looked down at you.
“He really should decorate better.”
“I’ll tell him to ask you for tips. I love your room.”
Izou smiled at the praise and you sat, his gaze immediately flicking over your body as though in search for something. “You look far too rested for Thatch to have been lying,” he said. “And I thought he sought to spare my feelings by claiming you just slept.”
“I was a little anxious last night,” you defended yourself.
“So, I’ve heard,” Izou said. He held out his hand to you to help you rise from the bed but once you did, he didn’t let go. “I was looking for you this morning and thought you may have had to slip away in the night when I got told by a very half-aware chef to come and check his quarters.”
You laughed awkwardly at the acknowledgement of how that sounded. “I would have told you if I left,” you said. “You know that.”
“Much has changed lately but it’s good to know that hasn’t. That island you were exploring yesterday turned out to be the southernmost tip of an archipelago of sorts.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” he said, leading you to the door but not quite opening it yet. “Would you care to join me exploring the local town? It might be a good break from whatever was bothering you last night.”
It would be, you couldn’t lie. Though you had a feeling something was a little odd with Izou. Something that was making you hesitate. You looked down at your hand on his and brought his hand up to your lips.
“Are you alright?” you asked.
“If you wanted some attention, my room would always have been open,” he said. “You know that.”
“I didn’t want attention,” you countered. “I wanted to sleep.”
He hummed, not seeming to fully accept your answer so you leaned in, kissing the corner of his mouth to not smudge his makeup. That at least seemed to relax some of his annoyance.
“I don’t appreciate being summoned by Thatch,” he finally said. “If you want to seek me out, I’d much prefer you do it yourself.”
You quirked your head to the side faintly. “What do you mean? I didn’t ask him to do that?”
That caused some pause in Izou. He glanced at you for a second before his expression softened minutely. “Then he clearly thought you needed somebody to remove those frown lines before they become permanent.”
“Hey,” you protested.
“I suppose it is marginally better though, that he made the assumption himself.”
Izou reached out and instead of fixing your hair like he usually would have, he twisted it slightly more out of place. While you tried to catch up with that, he adjusted your clothing and pressed a very pointed kiss to side of your mouth that would undoubtedly leave a mark.
Then he opened the door and stepped out, leading you through it while you tried to catch up with what had just happened.
Right into Vista who had just left his own room. The swordsman paused, halfway out as he overlooked the scene or two people who decidedly did not stay in the room next door to him. For a second, the silence stretched louder than the waves.
And then he laughed loudly. “You two are bold.”
Izou confirmed nothing and you realised suddenly that he’d been waiting for somebody to be present in the hall before he led you out. It was so obvious that you couldn’t stop the brief giggle that escaped you, amusement stronger than your embarrassment.
Oh my word, he was petty sometimes.
“At times,” he answered Vista who just chuckled and walked off.
“I can’t believe you sometimes,” you laughed.
“I don’t need to kiss you in front of everybody to prove a point,” he said. “Now come alone, I’m not taking you out shopping when you look like that.”
The town was considerably larger than you’d thought it would be.
From the look of the island you’d been on the day before, you wouldn’t have anticipated that a nearby one held somewhere with quite this many shopping streets and markets. Most were covered to shield them from the supposed bad weather here and you wandered through the tangle of roads, glancing over stores and carts ladened with goods.
It was delightful to have a break from your emotions for one afternoon and stroll around with Izou on your arm – all too aware of how much attention he drew looking the way he did.
Though all the walking did make you very aware of just how tired you were. Despite your best efforts, your feet dragged against the stone more often than they should have considering how long you’d slept that morning.
Izou caught your arm delicately one of the times, surprisingly strong as he brought you back up. “You look very tired,” he said. “Would you like to return early?”
“No,” you reassured. “This isn’t sleep tired. It’s a different tired.”
“Devil fruit tired?”
You glanced around but found no familiar faces surrounding you. You didn’t need to bother checking. Izou would never talk about those things when others could overhear and you appreciated that from him, even if he didn’t know all the details.
But you’d been honest enough that morning that you found yourself caring awfully less about sharing the details.
“It’s like a reservoir of life energy,” you said. “It empties slowly until I refill it. I could take from those on board but that’s really not okay.”
Izou’s attention immediately flashed to you, sharp and intense at the information. You could see the years of connections being made in his head as your walk slowed and you waited, shoulders tense, for him to say something.
“Is that so?”
You smiled gently. “Yes.”
Then he turned his attention away from you, back onto the stalls. “In that case, you’ll be leaving soon. Hopefully not for as long this time.”
You looked down at where your arm rested against his and you couldn’t help your smile. “I’ll get everything done as fast as I possibly can.”
“I would hope so. I’m not as patient as I once was.”
You laughed and leaned your head against his shoulder briefly. “I miss you so much when I leave, do you know that?”
“Obviously.”
“You’re meant to say you’ll miss me too.”
He laughed softly. “Isn’t that obvious too?”
By the time evening arrived, you felt far more relaxed than you ever could have. You loved the Moby Dick but the attention often grew a little suffocating, something undoubtedly made worse by how often you appeared and disappeared. You had a feeling that if you kept it consistent, most of the crew wouldn’t find interest in you.
Or probably if you stopped kissing three men in public but you had an idea the former might be a more pleasant one to stop.
It didn’t take long to pass a tavern where loud singing alerted you that the rest of the crew may have disembarked for a port stop. You tilted your head toward the raucous music and Izou slowed, the offer clear.
“Would you like to join them? They’ll be loud.”
“If you’re there, none of that matters,” you reassured him.
The tavern was large but even then, it had been crowded by the Whitebeard commanders and large groups from their divisions. Izou got your usual drinks while a small bunch of the sixteenth division called you over to a free booth they rapidly evacuated for you. He nodded in appreciation and settled in beside you, arm resting heavily against your own.
The peace of the afternoon carried itself in with you even over the loud laughing and singing until a very frazzled Ace appeared, throwing his arms around your shoulders before you’d even realised he was there.
“You didn’t leave,” he said. “Look, I’m sorry, okay?”
“Hi Ace?”
“I’m sorry,” he reiterated. “Like seriously, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you or cause problems for you and – ”
Izou cleared his throat and nudged Ace’s arm away from where it was bumping into his, forcing the younger commander to give you some space. “You didn’t do any of that. Stop worrying over it.”
Ace stilled, seemingly confused by the acknowledgement until you smiled and turned to face him, gently taking his jaw between your palms. You leaned in a pressed a quick kiss to his nose that caused his face to scrunch up and a small smile to appear.
“You’re fine,” you reassured him. “I was just… I didn’t sleep well last night so I didn’t get up until late this afternoon.”
“Oh, okay,” he said, breathing out in relief. You couldn’t help but squeeze his cheeks somewhat and he laughed. “I thought I really fucked up yesterday.”
“You certainly do seem intent on pressing every pain point you can find,” Izou commented but his tone held no true irritation in it. “You’ve had your reassurance. Off you go.”
Ace grinned past you. “Can’t. My face is being held.” And he rested more weight against your palms.
You had to admit to a slight nervousness at the interaction. You hadn’t seen the two of them together in this situation before but what you’d worried about from Izou seemed wholly unfounded. He almost looked amused at what was going on.
You let Ace’s face go to not push it but Ace caught your hands before you could lower them, bringing them back to where they had been and holding you there.
“Oh no, guess they’re stuck here now.”
You laughed and tapped your fingers against his cheeks. “This is going to make it very hard to have a drink.”
“You can use a straw,” he suggested.
“That’s an easy solution,” Izou said.
He reached past you to take your drink, sipping from the rim before he caught your jaw. Your heart thudded desperately in your chest as he brought his lips to yours, mouth parting just enough to let the liquid flow into your mouth. Something hot curled under your ribs and you barely managed to stop what you were quite sure would have been a groan.
When he moved away, you were still briefly stunned, even as he said; “I’ll happily make sure you finish it.”
Ace huffed and let go of your wrists but he didn’t appear offended at all. Instead, he dropped down across from both of you in the booth, still grinning. “Fine, I guess you can have your hands back if Izou is going to play dirty.”
You groaned, suddenly very aware that you were in a tavern. “Normally, people do this in private.”
“We once did,” Izou said. “I wonder who changed that.”
The look he offered you was accusing and you shrunk somewhat against his side, happy for the relief it offered you. Ace reached for Izou’s drink in return and you watched his attention move away from you to his stolen glass.
“Do you not think to ask?”
“I want to try it,” Ace said with an easy grin.
Izou hummed. “I have noticed you have a tendency toward the same things I do.”
You swatted at his arm playfully, struggling to deny the way his words sent a flutter of butterflies through your chest. He really shouldn’t be allowed to flirt with you when he looked so ridiculously gorgeous. It wasn’t good for your heart.
Though Ace, it seemed, had missed the implication entirely because he nodded. “I think we like similar flavours.”
“Clearly.”
“By the way, I was thinking about asking you something. You know how I can shoot flames out my fingers, right? They’re really strong but my aim with them is awful… I don’t know how to get better at using them.”
Izou hummed and drank your drink instead. You huffed and stole it back.
“It would be beneficial for you to have better control over a less destructive long-range attack,” he said. “As it is, your fire is already a hazard.”
“Right? But they go in different directions all the time.”
“It must have to do with how you’re forming them. A perfect ball wouldn’t be so temperamental.”
“But it’s fire.”
“That means very little.”
It was odd but also, very satisfying to see them talking to each other so casually when you’d just witnessed a minor standoff. You weren’t the only one who had been waiting for something of a larger reaction. Most of the crew had been eyeing the interaction as though expecting a bomb to go off but now that it was just a regular conversation…
You could see reassured smiles moving through the groups. These men were family. They cared about not hurting each other even when it came to bets and they shared your relief that Izou and Ace still seemed fine.
Your eyes scanned through the crowd, occasionally meeting somebody’s gaze and nodding, when you noticed the one person retreating through the crowd.
You should have ignored Marco. It was for the better.
Instead, you slipped out the booth. Izou looked toward you immediately, his attention flashing briefly down the path of your eyes before he sighed.
“I wouldn’t.”
“Wouldn’t what?” Ace asked, breaking off halfway through his sentence.
“I just have to ask him something,” you said. “It’ll be quick, I promise.”
Ace asked something else but you didn’t answer it, hurrying to follow before Marco could move too far. The crowds shifted for you but not fast enough and you were worried by the time you stepped out into the cool sea air, that you had missed him.
But you spotted his back moving down the street and called without thinking.
“Marco!”
For a second, you didn’t think he’d stop walking. But then he slowed. He didn’t turn fully, glancing over his shoulder toward you.
“Yes, yoi?”
You shifted uncomfortably, brain drawing a blank now. There were so many things you could have asked him about that would make sense. You could have apologised for the day before or spoken about what had happened. Mentioned the secret you’d already shared twice today… but there was one thing you had to know. Above all that.
“Can sea stone kill you?”
There was silence for a second when you only heard the wind. Then, “What?”
You stepped forward, almost nervous, unsure how to even begin explaining it. “Can sea stone hurt you?”
Marco turned to face you entirely. “I heard,” he said. “Why would you want to know that?”
“Because I was thinking about it.”
“Of course,” he said. “I can see the exact progression of your thoughts. Making out with Izou, messing around with Ace, and then naturally, arriving on sea stone. That’s a normal evening’s conversation, right?”
The more you thought of it, the more you admitted that it was probably not the best way to start a conversation but still…
“That’s not what I meant?”
“Enlighten me.”
“I’m seriously just curious.”
“Curious enough to follow me away from your little booth?” he asked. “You can’t be bothered to speak to me about anything normal but this is enough?”
You were floundering for a way to fix this and coming up blank. If you told him what conversation had actually led up to this, it would sound even worse. Oh yeah, Teach told me that if I wanted to kill you for your devil fruit, he had sea stone so I was worried about it for the entire night?
You sighed. “Why must you always do this?”
“Do what?”
“You can never just let me… I don’t know, talk to you.”
“Most people don’t start a conversation with barely concealed threats.”
“Every conversation we have ends with some kind of argument,” you protested. “It doesn’t matter if I’m trying not to fight but we could speak about the ocean and somehow end up yelling at each other over it.”
“That’s a pretty mutual sentiment,” he said. “I ask if you’re alright and you think it’s an attack.”
“Because most of the time it is!”
“And this isn’t?”
“No. It’s not, it’s just… I’m worried about it, okay?”
He stayed quiet for a second too long and you could have sworn he swayed as though he wanted to move closer.
“You’re worried about it,” he repeated. “Right. Just go back to Izou and Ace. If you're worried, ask one of them. They seem eager enough to solve your problems and I don’t want any part in this.”
And he turned around and left. You watched him walk away, hearing the door to the tavern swing behind you. It swayed in the wind, carrying snippets of conversation and music as though trying to tempt you back in.
Your energy dipped lower than before and you sighed.
It would be time to go very soon.
Interlude
Izou watched you walk away and shook his head. He reclaimed your leftover drink and gestured to a waitress to bring another for when you undoubtedly returned.
“Who’s she going after?” Ace asked. “Thatch is still on the ship, right?”
“It’s Marco,” Izou said. “I wouldn’t have tried to stop her from speaking to Thatch.”
Ace flinched at the name. “Oh. Should we back her up?”
“No.”
“Are you sure because I uh… might have made that whole situation worse yesterday.”
Izou raised an eyebrow. “Yes, I’ve heard. Far be it for me to correct you on that though. Honestly, I think you should have done something far more daring to truly prove your point. I grew tired of this whole situation a long time ago.”
“Of Marco liking her?”
“Of whatever nonsense Marco has with her.”
Ace downed the rest of Izou’s drink and looked toward the door again, clearly wondering if you’d truly be okay. Whenever you had an argument with Marco, it always sounded far harsher than he thought was needed. A knife might have hurt less than some of the things you both uttered.
“He’s jealous, right?” Ace asked.
Izou shrugged. “I’m certain there’s part of it that’s that but honestly, it’s probably the least important aspect. What the rest is though, I’m no longer guessing.”
“Are you sure we shouldn’t…”
“Absolutely not. For once, she’s not the reason he’s upset so who knows, they might be able to hold a conversation. Marco doesn’t like being proven wrong and I’m certain his mood is because he expected me to shoot you.”
Ace looked genuinely shocked, his eyes going wide under his hat. “What? Why?”
Izou gave him a flat look over the rim of your drink. “Were you unaware of how much you were touching her?”
“No but she likes it when I touch her, doesn’t she?”
“If she didn’t, then I would have shot you.”
“So why would… does Marco think she doesn’t?”
Izou sighed and shrugged one shoulder. “No but I’ve had enough disputes with Marco over the years for him merely mentioning her that I’m certain he assumed touching her would earn you a far worse reaction. I’ve given him fouler looks for far less.”
Ace frowned. “You argue with him because he talks about her?”
“Yes.”
“But you don’t seem to mind that I – ”
“I mind,” Izou corrected. “Don’t take my acceptance for endorsement. I’m hardly going to throw some kind of festival in celebration because you wandered into a situation you barely understood and kiss her… but I suppose I do appreciate the push it gave. You broke a pattern I didn’t realise I had.”
Ace still seemed a little confused, staring at his empty glass blankly. “Sure, I guess. But what’s different about Marco then?”
“Would you be impressed if somebody questioned your judgement constantly while refusing to admit they feel exactly the same way?”
“No?”
“Precisely.”
“So, you think Pops was right?” Ace asked. “I spoke to him today and he said he still has most of his money on Marco but he’s got a small amount on you as well. And Thatch. Just in case.”
Izou rolled his eyes. “That’s another thing I’ve had more than enough of.”
“Why? Everybody thinks she’s going to end up with you even with everything else going on? That’s flattering, right?”
“No, that’s merely the crew having eyes. I don’t support stating the obvious but they insist on it. And on thoroughly discrediting Thatch’s involvement.”
“That’s because he has money on you.”
“I know.”
“Everybody thinks he knows something more.”
“Rather than assuming he’s a fool? They have more faith than I do. Have you gathered support for yourself?”
“Three bets,” Ace said but his grin didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Me, Deuce, and Teach. I bullied Deuce into it because he also wanted to bet on Marco.”
Izou scoffed. “Don’t put too much attention on what they worry themselves about. Not one of them knows she kissed you before either of us. If they did… they might change their opinions quite quickly.”
Ace stayed quiet for far too long while he thought about that and when he looked up again, his smile beamed from ear to ear. “So, what I’m hearing is that you’re jealous I kissed her first?”
“You should work on not saying every thought that arrives in your mind. It might save your life someday.”
Tags: @miwn8 ; @rubyninja1 ; @etherealroguedrifter ; @mugiiwara-ya ; @mochiclouds ; @aceincase ; @chaeisrichnow ; @justchaoticwhispers ; @traummaedchen ; @rae-xoxo
