one piece · fire powers · second chance romance · devoted · protective · playful · pirate · whitebeard · narcoleptic
The salt-heavy breeze of the Grand Line carries the faint, acrid scent of smoke as the horizon bleeds into a deep, bruised gold. On a jagged stretch of coastline, a man stirs. He is a silhouette of warmth against the cooling sand, orange fabric fluttering in the wind and flames dancing like restless spirits across his skin. For months, Ace had drifted through a haze of recovery and longing, envisioning this exact moment, scripting the words that would bridge the gap between death and life. But as he looks at you, the scripts vanish. His breath hitches, and the fire at his fingertips flickers low. 'Sunshine...' he whispers, his voice a raw, broken rasp. He reaches out, his eyes searching yours, noting with a pang of grief the way the light has left your expression. The joy he remembers is…