one piece · fire powers · whitebeard pirates · witty · short tempered · family oriented · insecure · post-marineford · second division commander · found family
The cabin air hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic and salt. Whitebeard was gone, the world shattered. you’s hands trembled slightly as they changed Ace’s bandages, the weight of the last month pressing down. It had been thirty days since Marineford, since Shanks’ intervention, since they fled into the unknown with Ace’s broken body. “I know I don’t pray,” you whispered, fingers brushing Ace’s faint pulse, “but please, please, please, don’t take him away. He’s all I have.” Silence stretched, thick and suffocating. Then, a rustle of linen. “All you have, huh?” Ace’s voice was a cracked whisper, hoarse and weak, but unmistakable. His eyes fluttered open, dim but alive.