HELLO SO UM LOVE UR WORK BUT I DO WANT SOME MORE ANGST IN GENERAL SO IWAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD DO A THING WITH THE WHITEBEARD PIRATES AND STRAW HATS WERE A TEEN READER FUCKING dies, uh yeah just like reactions and stuff if you don't feel comfortable with making that type of angst that's completely fine too!!! But urm yer š¦ š£ļø
āWhitebeard Pirates & Strawhawts x teen!reader (platonic)
āSummary: It is said that when you are born you set your destiny, but why did it have to be so cruel to you?
āWarnings: blood, dead
Ohhh, It's not like I don't want to write angst, but I feel like I'm not good at itttt š¤š» (sorry for the delay again)
āTime is something immovable, something that humans cling to without knowing if they are wasting it or taking advantage of it.
āYou never thought that you wasted your time with Whitebeard's crew, not a single second was wasted.
āBecause when no one was looking, in the middle of a colossal battle, your blood spread like water spilled from a glass, taking your life without mercy, the only thing you saw were happy moments with your crew.
āYour breathing became slow and your vision focused and out of focus, seeing how in the distance almost the entire crew ran to save Ace.
āYou were one of the many corpses found in Marineford, maybe even one of the first people to die.
āYour captain always warned you of your recklessness, you were still young, you made mistakes and you let yourself be carried away by the wind of life.
āIt's a shame that it passed in a flash, so sudden and unexpected that no one knew you were gone until the waters calmed down.
āYou hadn't been the only one, but the living couldn't even see you for the last time.
āIzo preferred it that way, he preferred to have a vision of you in which the sparkle in your eyes remained intact, in which you joked with him.
āHe preferred to think that in some way you lived but fled before you could die, but deep inside his being the uncertainty of your death would remain.
āMarco was the one who decided not to tell anything, because when he found your lifeless body it was some time after the events, among all the people, you remained there with empty eyes.
āHe had to look away, it had already been painful for him to have to bury his father and friend, now you too.
āYou stabbed him in the heart when he saw your inert posture asking for help even though you were rigid, you looked like something he hadn't seen in a long time, a normal scared teenager.
āWhen he buried you next to Ace and Whitebeard he wondered if he could have done something to save you, or if your destiny was to die alone with no one to ask for help.
āWhatever it was, you wouldn't be so alone up there.
āThe helplessness and anguish of seeing your partner and friend beaten to death is something indescribable, Luffy was burning with rage as he saw the scene with his own eyes.
āIt was only seconds, but it was enough for there to be no turning back.
āZoro, Sanji and Luffy took charge of finishing off the person who had beaten you until you were unrecognizable and useless.
āIt didn't matter how much Chopper ran, how much Nami and Usopp cried, not even Robin's last hug could stop all the pain that spread over your body.
āBrook, Jinbe and Franky remained serious, a little more on the sidelines, they couldn't hear how you begged for it to end, for them to end your pain, for them to end you.
āLuffy got angry with you for saying those things, he was the only one who was desperate to make you see reason when your conscience was already abandoning you.
āThe others knew it, they knew that there would be no chance to see you laugh, joke or smile again, that their last image of you would be a miserable plea to end your suffering, with your body bruised and covered in blood.
āZoro had to hold Luffy to calm him down while he looked somewhere else but you, unable to accept the reality of another loss.
āNami hugged your body until it stopped being warm, holding it despite the stained clothes, she didn't stop crying on your shoulder and caressing your head to calm you down, even knowing that you were already gone.
āThe worst thing was seeing your deep expression of pain, your inevitable suffering and desperation to leave was a scar that left a mark on everyone.
āNo one spoke for a couple of days after your death, everything felt colder and emptier, after all you were just a teenager trying to have a good time, looking for adventures with friends. Why? Why you of all people?

















