Have you ever wanted to enter the one piece world? Maybe you want to be friends with the strawhats, or the heart pirates? Perhaps you'd rather be dating one of them, or all of them!! Here you can do that, feel free to send in requests!!
RQ's - OPEN
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A/N: Okay well this might be my favourite thing I've written like ever, so, I hope you guys like it, and to the requester, I hope it is at least sort of what you imagined when you requested!!<3
In a small, weather beaten village near the coast, where the salt of the sea could be tasted on the wind, lived a pair of siblings bound by tragedy and survival. You, had assumed the role of both guardian and provider to your younger brother, Marco, ever since the untimely death of your parents.
Life had not been kind to you, but the fires of determination burned fiercely in your heart. Each day, you sculpted. Your hands, though young, were skilled and sure, creating figures from clay, which you sold at the local market. Yet, the coins they fetched were barely enough to keep hunger at bay.
Marco, with his bright blue eyes and a mop of blonde hair, was your beacon of hope. He was only young, but his understanding of your shared hardships was beyond his years. You shared everything, from dreams of a better future to the meagre meals you managed to scrape together.
Today was different. Desperation had driven you to take a risk, a risk that now had you sprinting through the narrow alleys of the village, Marco's hand clutched tightly in yours. Your heart pounded in your chest, not just from the run, but also from fear. You had stolen a loaf of bread and a few pieces of fruit from a local vendor, compelled by the hollow look in Marco's eyes that morning.
"He's gaining on us!" Marco gasped, his small frame struggling to keep up with your desperate pace. "Just a little farther" you urged, casting a glance over your shoulder. The furious shouts of the vendor filled the air, mingling with the barking of his dogs. You ducked into a shadowed alley, hoping to lose him.
But luck was not on your side. The vendor, a burly man known for his temper, cornered you against a wall. Fear gripped your heart as you pushed Marco behind you, facing the threat head on. "Please, we're just hungry" you pleaded, your voice steady despite the tremor of fear.
The vendor's face reddened with rage. "Thieves deserve no mercy!" he bellowed, advancing with a raised fist. You braced yourself, ready to shield Marco with your body, ready to take the blow. But it wasn't just a fist that came at you. In his anger, the vendor wielded a makeshift weapon, a piece of broken wood with nails protruding from it.
The world seemed to slow as the sharp points came at you. With a desperate cry, you pushed Marco away, the weapon slashing across your face. Pain exploded through your skull, hot and blinding. You fell to the ground, the world dimming as a warm, sticky liquid poured down your cheeks.
Marco screamed, a sound that pierced the fog of your pain. "Y/N!". The vendor, realising the severity of his actions, hastily retrieved his goods and fled, leaving you bleeding in the dirt. "Y/N, please, don't leave me" Marco sobbed, his small hands trying to stop the bleeding.
Through the haze of your pain, you grasped Marco's hand, whispering a reassurance with the last of your strength. "I'm here, Marco... I'm here". As darkness claimed your consciousness, you hoped that this sacrifice wouldn't be in vain, that somehow, it would lead to a better life for Marco.
