One Piece Oneshots

Whitebeard X Reader

GreenR: hi, I am sorry, it's a ad one, but I tried to make it little happier at the parts, I hope it worked. Goodnight. Bye.

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You sat sadly at the bench in front of one of the graves in the old cemetery. It was already darkening and yoi were the only one left there. Feeling the sudden chill run down your spine you took last long look at the words incrusted in the gravestone and started walking away.

You moved as slowly as possible, not really wanting to go home. Everyone there reminded you of what had happened. But eventually you still got there, and standing in front of the house, you wiped off few teardrops still hanging from your chin and cheeks.

"I'm home," you said loudly, pushing the door open and trying to sound a little cheerier. A month. It had already been a month, you realised when your eyes stopped at the calendar and the picture pinned next to it.

You felt hot tears gathering your eyes again, while you raised your hand and slided it across the photo, imagining how you could feel his hair again, see his oak-bark brown eyes sparkling in mischief and hear his laughter, so bubbly and happy again.

"Did you went to the cemetery again?" You pulled your hand away and turned around, throwing your raggy coat on the chair.

"So what if I did?" You said defensively, walking past your dad who was leaning against the doorframe.

"I understand you loved him-" he started but you cut him off.

"I don't think you do! With him -Ace, for god's sake, we can still say his name- isn't love as a past term! It doesn't count I can't see him anymore. Or hear. Or-or......I still love him," you plopped down on the floor, tears pouring from your eyes and smudging your already puffy eyes and crimson cheeks.

Your dad walked ro you and sat down next to you, hugging you tightly. You pushed his white moustache out of your face and buried your face in his shirt, still crying. He petted your head softly, starting to talk.

"I understand it, believe me I do. More than anyone else. I have seen so many of my loved ones go before me and I still love them. I'm sorry if I said as if you didn't love Ace anymore," he kept stroking your head and mumbling softly until your tears dried out and crying was replaced by soft hiccups.

"It *hic* hurts so much," you sniffed, "like part of my is gone. What am I gonna do now?" You looked at your dad helplessly.

"What would Ace want you to do? What would he want for his brothers?"

"He would want us to be happy. And smile a lot," you sniffed again. Talking about what the true love of your life would've wanted gurt so much.

"Now now, dry your eyes then, and smile," you tried to grin through the tears and the snot and it looked quite horrible, but Whitebeard grinned back. "There it is, your smile. Now get up amd live your life! Ace would never forgive us if you didn't," you got up and mumbled 'thanks and good night' at your dad.

You were already curled up in your bed, staring at the wall, thinking about the past. Maybe one day, in the far future, you would remember again, but until then you had to let go of the past.

You closed your eyes and like always, his face appeared, but this time it didn't make you cry so hard, only little teary, and it wasn't the day he had died in the fire. His face wasn't smeared and dirty and weary.

Instead of that you remembered the first time he kissed you. You were both laying in the yard, long grass and flowers hiding both of you completely from the eyes of the world. You had been gazing at the clouds and you were babbling really excitedmy about the skull-shaped one you found, when you suddenly noticed he hadn't said anything in a long time. You turned your head, thinking he had fallen asleep again, but instead you found him looking at you, eyes softer than ever and weird smile grazing his lips.

You asked what he wanted and when he leaned even closer, near enough to see the small golden sparkles in his eyes and count every last one of his freckles (which you later did) even the three perfectly cinnamon-coloured ones that always hid in his left dimple.

He was close enough so you could feel his breath on your cheek and- you sat up on your bed in start. You hadn't had that certain dream for years already. Not since....but you shook your head, and seeing what time it already was, got up from bed and got dressed.

You tipped slowly out, not wanting to wake your brothers in the nearby bedrooms. Ever since Ace died ten years ago, father had fallen sicker and sicker by every day, until he too, passed away, so now you were living with just the bunch of your crazy brothers.

The door creaked softly when you walked out and towards the small flower shop at the corner. Stepping in you grabbed one bouquet of sunflowers and the other of forget-me-nots, paying for them and then heading for cemetery

First you stopped at fathes grave, throwing away the old flowers from the vase and arranging sunflowers there. You smiled at the huge cross on the grave amd slided your fingers over your dad's name.

After that you headed towards the second grave, it was smaller and almost hidden behind the small trees and bushes. You put there the small blue flowers and sat on the bench in front of the grave.

"Hey Ace," you bit your lip, smiling at the gravestone, "I still miss you so much. I don't think I will ever stop missing you. But I'm stronger now. I cry less. I know you'd want me to be happy and find a great guy and have at least ten kids but....I don't think I can,"

You smiled again and thought for a moment: "hey Ace, I....I won't give up, okay? I wanna see you again, but I can't make boys sad again. We already lost you. And dad. And Thatch. Marco does his best with the orphanage and the new boys love him, but I can't leave him. So wait for me a little more. Amd be good," you smiled at the grave and got up, walking away, oblivious of the unseen image of a boy in his late teens. He had messy black hair and oak-bark brown eyes which sparkled softly. When he smiled after you he had two dimples in his cheeks and his cheeks were covered in exactly one hundred and nineteen freckles, three of them hiding in his left dimple.

He raised his hand and waved after you, and before disappearing you could have sworn you heard a voice say:

"Don't come yet. I miss you, but I can still see you every day. I still love you, but so do boys, don't give up, okay? You are so strong. Dad is waiting too, he wanted me to tell you he loves you, everyone loves you. Please live a long and happy life and when you do come, I'll wait for you and I'll help you when it gets scary. I love you. I love you."

"I love you," you whispered back in the wind and then suddenly grinned widely. The new boy was arriving today, and you had to be there before Marco could mess anything up. You still had a mission, and next week...next week you would come back here, and Ace would be waiting for you, and you would still love him from the bottom of your heart, until one day, you are too old and your body would be buried next to him, and you would see him again.