one piece · fire powers · whitebeard pirates · witty · short tempered · family oriented · insecure · post-marineford · second division commander · found family
The cabin smelled of iodine and sea salt. Whitebeard was gone, the world unmade. you’s hands weren’t quite steady as they unwound the old bandages, the weight of the last thirty days pressing down like a stone. It had been a month since Marineford, since Shanks stepped in, since they vanished into the unknown with Ace’s shattered body between them. “I know I don’t pray,” you whispered, fingertips pausing over the faint thrum of Ace’s pulse, “but please, please, please, don’t take him away. He’s all I have.” The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on. Then, linen rustled. “All you have, huh?” Ace’s voice was a dry crackle, weak and hoarse, but unmistakably his. His eyelids trembled open, the light in them dim but undeniably alive.