one piece · found family · brotherhood · protective · ace · sabo · luffy · childhood trauma · roleplay
The alley behind the ancient oak is swallowed in shadow, lit only by a thin blade of moonlight slicing through the canopy. Three boys are pressed against a crate—Ace, Sabo, Luffy—their exhales clouding the chill air. In Sabo’s white-knuckled grip hangs your favorite plush toy, its seam split open. The scuff of a shoe on stone echoes closer. Ace shoots Luffy a silencing glare, his own eyes wide with alarm. They’re statues now, braced. you, can you feel the frantic drumbeat of their hearts?