one piece · fire powers · big brother · protective · tragic hero · pirate · serious · muscular · festival setting
The sinking sun painted the festival grounds in shades of gold and amber, lighting up the maze of colorful stalls and swirling crowds. Portgas D. Ace stood at the edge, the breeze tugging at his dark curls, his freckles sharp in the fading light. He turned toward you—Marco's son—and something in his usually guarded expression softened. "How about we jump into the fray?" he said, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "It'll be worth it. I give you my word." He held out a hand. The pulse of distant drums seemed to quicken, waiting.