It’s funny; everyone on the ship knows that you and Ace are dating- hell, probably the whole world with how he shows you off. But damn, did you still get stares. Any time you went to a bar to get more drinks for both you and Ace, you’d get approached by someone, without fail. Ace wasn’t the jealous type, no.

Another party on Whitebeard’s ship had everyone drinking, including Ace. You and him were chatting along on the sidelines, as you do, when his hand came around your hip and he sat you down on his lap, hands looping around your waist and his eyes peering out over your shoulder.

You couldn’t see his face with your back to his chest, but he was staring at someone, someone who had been eyeing you all night. Knowing you would ask for a reason why you were seated on his lap, he muttered something into your shoulder.

“…You looked cold.” He said simply, not wanting to state the real reason: he was jealous; as if he wasn’t your boyfriend already.