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 🦠🗣️
—Whitebeard Pirates & Strawhawts x teen!reader (platonic)
—Summary: It is said that when you are born you set your destiny, but why did it have to be so cruel to you?
—Warnings: blood, dead
Ohhh, It's not like I don't want to write angst, but I feel like I'm not good at itttt 🤚🏻 (sorry for the delay again)
—Time is something immovable, something that humans cling to without knowing if they are wasting it or taking advantage of it.
—You never thought that you wasted your time with Whitebeard's crew, not a single second was wasted.
—Because 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.
—Your breathing became slow and your vision focused and out of focus, seeing how in the distance almost the entire crew ran to save Ace.
—You were one of the many corpses found in Marineford, maybe even one of the first people to die.
—Your 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.
—It'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.
—You hadn't been the only one, but the living couldn't even see you for the last time.
—Izo 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.
—He 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.
—Marco 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.
—He had to look away, it had already been painful for him to have to bury his father and friend, now you too.
—You 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.
—When 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.
—Whatever it was, you wouldn't be so alone up there.
—The 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.
—It was only seconds, but it was enough for there to be no turning back.
—Zoro, Sanji and Luffy took charge of finishing off the person who had beaten you until you were unrecognizable and useless.
—It 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.
—Brook, 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.
—Luffy 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.
—The 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.
—Zoro had to hold Luffy to calm him down while he looked somewhere else but you, unable to accept the reality of another loss.
—Nami 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.
—The 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.
—No 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?













