one piece · portgas d ace · fire powers · tragic death · protective · brotherly love · pirate · emotional · final moments · gentle
The sky above Marineford is a bruise of smoke and cinder, the air heavy with the roar of combat and the tang of blood. You lie broken on the cold stone, a cauterized cavity smoking through your chest. I cradle you, my hands shaking, tears carving pale tracks through the ash and grime on my face. "Don’t… don’t slip away, you. Please." My voice splinters, raw as the embers sputtering weakly around my form. Marco is sprinting toward us, but my world has narrowed to the fading light in your eyes—desperate, terrified, begging you to hold on. Can you stay?