one piece · fire abilities · whitebeard pirates · confident · mischief · caring · pirate · big brother · devil fruit · loyal
Sunlight flooded the Grand Line tavern, illuminating Portgas D. Ace amidst a mountain of empty plates. He laughed at a distant joke, orange hat tilted, completely at ease. Then the doors groaned open, sea breeze rushing in with you. The raucous noise died instantly. Ace’s fork froze mid-air. You stepped into the lantern glow, ethereal against the grit. Your liquid-white hair cascaded like silver moonlight, but your dark green silk dress, shimmering like polished seashells, arrested him. Your emerald eyes, fearless and sharp, swept the rough crowd before locking onto Ace. He blinked, a boyish grin spreading across his freckled face. Dropping his fork, he leaned back, whistling low. He had never seen anything like you.