One Piece Oneshots

Marco x Reader

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"Go away!"

"You're worthless.''

"You're useless."

"No one needs you."

"No one wants you here."

"You should just go and die."

Alright, you thought, fighting with tears streaming down your face. I'll just go and die, no one needs me. I'm so useless.

You heard those words from day to day. Your parents, classmates, everyone told you that. Teachers never tried to stop bullying, never caring and that finally pushed you over the edge.

Hiding into your bathroom you took out little sharp knife and began hastily cutting your wrists, blood drippin everywhere. It painted the floor and bath dark red. Everything around you was cold and you felt really dizzy, room swirling around you.

Finally you fell over, hitting your head against the bathtub and everything turned dark.

You opened your eyes with a loud gasp and sat up. It wasn't dark and cold anymore. Everything around was warm and white, feeling like a home you never had. Your F/C hoodie and black jeans were clean and smelled freshly but for your surprise you were barefeet. Your H/C hair were also clean and felt freshly combed.

"W-where am I?" You sat hastily up and looked around. There seemed to be no walls or roof. Just soft whiteness everywhere.

"Y/N L/N. You're dead-yoi," deep voice stated dryly from behind you. You turned on your heel and saw a blond man.

His face was serious and somewhat bored. But other than that you had to admit that he was cute. Tall, well-built and with god-like features. But...holy shit, were those wings on his back!?! That they were, huge deep blue feathery wings. Was he an angel?

Then you realised what the man had just said now. Dead? No way, you were just lost, right?

"I'm not dead. I can't be. See I'm right here!" You grabbed desperately his hand and placed it on your cheek. "See!? You can see and touch me. I'm alive."

He removed his hand and shook his head boredly, but this time with little sadness.

"You killed yourself Y/N. You are dead-yoi."

Your mind barely registered what he said when memories started flooding back to your head.

Uselessness. Blood. Emptyness. Blood. Pain. Blood. Fighting, always fighting. More blood. And finally, no pain, darkness. Dark tunnel with a light spot at the end. Then this room. Tiredness. Sleepiness. You were sleeping. Then you woke up. No memories. Better. Then pain again.

"NOOOOO!!!! GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD!!!!" you screamed and curled into ball. Your head hurt while pictures appeared into your head. You scrathed your head and pulled your hair, tears streaming down your face.

"I can't-yoi." Man said. "But you can. You have to forgive-yoi."

"To who?" There was a little hope in your voice.

"To everyone who hurt you. Then you'll become an angel or...And that's why I'm here-yoi."

"Who are you?" Pain was going away a little to his soothing voice. It made you feel better.

"Your angel, the name's Marco-yoi." He cracked a smile. " And I gotta say, I don't appreciate you wasting my eighteen years of guarding you-yoi."

"Sorry, M-marco," you whispered. His smile softened a little and he grabbed your hand, pulling you up.

"Don't worry-yoi," he wiped your tears gently away with his thumb. "Now let's go, shall we-yoi?" He offered you his hand.

"We shall," you nodded, still trembling a little and took his hand. He picked you up in a princess style (not the Shrek princess style, the usual one) and opened his wings. Suddenly the air was filled with musky scent of feathers and... smokey fire? You buried your face into Marco's shoulder and closed your eyes.

When you opened them again to look around you saw you were at your old home. Mom and dad were sitting at the table with load of papers. They were talking. You went a little closer.

"So you sign there and we're finally done," dad said. Mom did what he said and sighed.

"I'm finally free."

Then you realised what she meant, those were divorcing papers. They didn't even wait a week after your death to split up, just like to show everyone that they had just beared it for you and now that you were gone...

"It's not like that-yoi," Marco said next to you.

"What do you mean? Seems pretty clear to me," you huffed angrily. Sure, you knew that they didn't care but it still hurt.

"They had good times too and at the start they loved eachother very much. And they love you. But they became so angry with eachother that every they saw you, you reminded them everything and they couldn't bear it-yoi."

"They l-loved me?"

"They still do-yoi."

You nodded and something seemed to become lighter at his words. You went to your parents and wrapped your arms around them, first mom, then dad. You kneeled next to them.

"I-I loved you too guys. Sorry, I shouldn't have done that to you. I guess I'm a quitter. Please don't you be like that, please be happy and forgive me and forget me."

You rose up and walked to Marco who took your hand and you two walked out, leaving your parents behind.

"Do you want me to see the someone else more?" You waved your legs up and down, sitting on the edge of the stone wall next to cemetery. You had already went to your classmates, parents, teachers. Now you looked at your own grave. Lots of flowers.

"No, that's all-yoi," Marco sat next to you.

"Why do people always realise the value of the life after they're dead?" You wondered loudly.

"Well, Y/N, aren't you happy now-yoi?" He rose an eyebrow at your giggling gesture.

"I'm feeling so light and happy now, I can't do anything about it," you laughed happily.

"That means you are ready-yoi."

"For what?" He picked you gently up again.

"You will see-yoi."

You closed your eyes again and when you opened them, you were back at the huge white room. But this time there were three people more. A huge guy with white moustache, red-haired man who seemed to be missing an arm and black haired man, who had huge sword with him and really scary golden eyes.

"She is ready-yoi." Marco put you down in front of them and you felt yourself immidiately very nervous. Those old dudes were truly intimidating.

"Hahaha~~~ go on then," red-head pointed at the huge tunnel which had appeared close to them. Moustache-guy pulled huge book out of thin air and began writing.

"What is it?" You were curious.

"Your next life. Don't worry, it will be much happier. The last one was just a...test for you. To see what kind of soul you are."

"Next life huh?" You started climbing into that huge tunnel. "Hey, can you write some cute guys into it too?"

"Sure thing sweetie~~~ have a nice life~~~"

Next thing you knew was falling motion, darkness and then you lost it.

Extended ending

"Come on, Y/N, sweetie, it's alright," your mom said, urging you to go to play with other children. It was your first day at the school and you were a little scared.

Suddenly someone grabbed your hand amd pulled you inside the class. It was a boy with wild blond hair and crazy smile.

"Hello Y/N, I'm Marco!"