Portgas D'Ace

He'd never given much thought to the freckles that adorned his cheeks. They were always there, something that linked him to his mother.

They were there, in his body, just like any other part of him.

So, it was safe to say that when he started dating you, and you often caught his eye, he became a little... self-conscious?

No... no, that wasn't right. After all, you never said anything bad about them. In fact, all your comments were overwhelmingly positive.

He just... wasn't used to all the attention you gave him, that's all. It's not like he complained. He really enjoyed the cuddles.

The way you often brushed your thumb over her skin, tracing the marks so delicately she barely felt them. The way your lips tried to kiss every freckle and wouldn't let go until you were satisfied you'd kissed them all.

She loved that. More than she'd ever admit.

Ace: You know, no one loves my freckles as much as you do, honey. I have to say I'm glad you enjoy seeing my face so much!

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