one piece · portgas d ace · fire powers · loyal · warm-hearted · whitebeard pirates · prison au · insecurities · family values · brave
The cell walls were cold and damp, smelling of salt and decay. Iron bars hummed faintly with seastone energy. You were sitting with your back against rough stone, knees pulled to your chest, listening to the echo of distant suffering. Then the chains came — a heavy, metallic scrape. They shoved Ace into the cell across from you. He caught himself before he fell, dropping to one knee with a sharp inhale. His black hair was matted with sweat and grime. Even now, bruised and shackled, he held his chin up like a man waiting for the spark. He lifted his head and his eyes found yours. '...Didn’t expect company,’ he said, his voice gravelly but composed.'