"Your skin is so warm." He said groggily, nuzzling your cheek with his.

"Are you okay?" You chuckled, he hummed in response, pressing his weight on you.

"I'm just a little sleepy." He said softly, his eyes closed while he leaned to sleep on you.

You cocked a brow, suspicious.

"Is this a prank?" You asked, attempting to inspect your surroundings and the sleepy pirate.

"Leave me be woman." He groaned, slightly slurring his words.

You moved him off of you, placing a hand on his forehead.

"Ace you're really hot!" You exclaimed, worried.

"They call me fire dick Ace for a reason, (Y/n)." He retorted, a weak smirk on his lips while he struggled to stay awake.

"Maybe you're sick." You tried to cogitate.

"I don't get sick." He answered, a hand on your shoulder to keep his balance.

"Sure, come little fire dick." You said, pulling him by the wrist to the doctors office.

He sat on the bed in infirmary, while you tried to convince the doctor something is wrong.

"He's basically falling asleep standing!" You exclaimed.

"Well, yes. He's narcoleptic." She deadpanned.

You were at a loss for words, why wouldn't she listen?

Ace was swinging his legs happily, smirking in victory.

"At least check him." You sighed.

"No need, doc. She already knows I'm hot." Ace perked up.

The doctor obliged, going through a normal check-up as best she could considering the man was made out of fire.

"It's just a cold. It should be gone in a few days." The doctor diagnosed, sighing.

"How can I have a cold when I'm made out of fire?" Ace asked, confused.

The doctor shrugged, dismissing the two of you.

"Do you believe me now?" You asked, trying to get the flaming boy to bed.

"Not really, but I don't feel like arguing with you." He answered, yawning.

"See? You must be really sick!" You argued.

He rolled his eyes and allowed you to walk him to his room.

"Alright we're here you can leave me be mother goose." He chuckled.

"I need to make sure you actually go to bed mister." You said, opening the door to the room.

He sighed, plopping on his bed.

"See? Now you can stop bugging me about it." He grinned.

You raised a brow, motioning for him to get under the covers.

"Only if you tuck me in." He crossed his arms.

You rolled your eyes, allowing him to slip under the covers before tucking him in.

Before you could leave, he pulled you by the waist with a yelp, smuggling you under the covers.

"You're so soft." He muttered, hugging you.

"Can you let me go?" You growled.

"Nope! Goodnight!" He exclaimed, closing his eyes.

The man slept like a log, and unfortunately you were stuck against the logs firm chest.

You watched through the small window on the door as the day went by, eventually being lulled to sleep yourself.

Your slumber was rudely interrupted by obnoxious snoring. You glared at the snoring man in question while your head was on his chest.

His snores could be described as a lions roar, if the lion was an asthmatic chain smoker.

After a while of listening to your bed mate's passionate yet unconscious symphony of torture, you decided to leave.

Unfortunately, every decision related to Ace came with an unexpected feud.

In this case, attempting to relieve his embrace was almost impossible. The more you pulled his arms away from your torso, the tighter he held.

"You sure it isn't because you liked it-yoi?" You could hear Marco tease already.

Eventually you managed to slip out from underneath, and gently snook out of the bed.

"Thank god." You whispered under your breath, lightly stretching.

Leaving the bedroom, you decided it was a good idea to warn pops and the pineapple about his unfortunate albeit ironic condition.

Scanning the deck, you found the two of talking as usual.

A sudden flash of heat traversed your whole body and almost immediately you felt dizzy.

"That's weird." You shrugged off the strange sensation and moving towards them.

"Oi! Pops!" You exclaimed, the man immediately facing your direction.

"What is it lass?" He asked, Marco now facing you as well.

"Ace is sick." You told him, crossing your arms.

"He can get sick-yoi?" Marco inquired.

"Apparently." You shrugged, a chill going down your spine.

"You okay (Y/N)?" Marco asked, noting your visible discomfort.

"Yeah, it's probably nothing." You waved off, walking away.

After running a couple errands, you decided to check on your flaming friend.

Gently cracking open the door, you saw the man still snoring away while his pillow became a substitute for you.

You let out a content hum, clinging to the doorknob as your legs nearly gave out.

"Motherfucker." You thought, the realization of this man gave you a cold hitting your head like the splitting headache to come.

A couple long hours later, you were sitting in the kitchen while watching Thatch make dinner.

"So Ace is sick with a cold?" He chuckled, cutting up onions.

"Mhm." You murmured, resting your pulsating head on the wall while closing your eyes.

"Are you okay, (Y/N)?" He asked softly, analyzing your current state.

"I think the fucker gave me his cold." You groaned, fidgeting uncomfortably due to the chills.

"So you came into the kitchen?" He asked indignant, a hand on his hip.

"Sorry." You shrugged sheepishly.

"Don't sorry me! Get out before you get me and the crew sick! Shoo!" He dismissed you from the kitchen.

You weakly began to walk out, until Ace bolted your way.

"Hey (Y/N)!" He waved, running until he stood in front of you.

"What is it, Ace?" You grumbled.

He raised a brow at words, but ignore it. "I'm feeling much better!" He grinned.

"Good." You answered, holding the door way for support.

"Are you okay?" He asked, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Peachy." You grimaced.

"You got her sick, idiot!" Thatch exclaimed from the sink.

His mouth made an "o" as the sudden realization hit him.

"I'm sorry." He apologized softly, placing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You were unfazed, muttering something and waving your hand to dismiss it.

Suddenly, he had a sly grin on his face.

Before you could properly react, he was carrying you bridal style to who knows where.

"Ace what are you doing?!" You exclaimed, holding his neck for support.

"I'm carrying you!" He smiled, still walking.

"I don't need you to carry me!" You blushed.

"I know! But you took care of me so it's only fair to return the favor!" He smiled.

You considered yourself to be tough, being able to let most things go by without affecting you. It was part of being a pirate.

Unfortunately, Ace had the special ability to make your facade melt away under his charm.

After the damned smile, your mouth closed and you awkwardly allowed him to take you to your room.

After gently placing you on the bed, he moved towards the door, grabbing the knob.

"Wait." You chewed the inside of your cheek reluctantly, "Can you stay with me?"

He stopped blankly, before smirking and closing the door.

"I wasn't going anywhere." He grinned, causing all the heat to go to your face.

He removed his boots and immediately hopped on the bed. The two of you went under the covers.

After a couple of adjustments you found the perfect position, your face now burrowed in the crook of his neck while your legs wrapped around him and his arms held you.

"Your surprisingly soft." You muttered, closing your eyes.

"You're softer." He whispered, "Do you need me to be warmer?" You nodded.

The two of you remained in said position until dinner, in which Thatch brought you soup and Ace left for dinner.