One Piece Oneshots

Marco X Dying! Reader

GreenR: *blows her nose loudly* man, I don't like writing sad shotties, I always cry by the end.

Law:*pats Greenie's head* there there, stop crying already

GreenR: *hic* thish ish sho nice that you care 'bout meeee....*keeps crying*

Law: no seriously, stop it, your getting salt water and snot all over my new shirt.

GreenR: oh sod off, who cares about your shirt

Law: well, for one, I do

GreenR: did anyone say something?

Law: yes I said that-

GreenR: nope can't hear anything.

Law: but-

GreenR: still nothing

Law: BUT-

GreenR: have nice time reading, Y/N-chan! *skips away from sulking Traffy*

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

You stared up at the yellowish white ceiling and tried to count the blue spots on it. But they kept dancing around before your eyes so you finally closed your eyes and sighed.

Why it had to hurt so much?! Why had you done to deserve it!? You let out a crackling cough and the pains in your chest got worse, making it almost unbearable. Suddenly warm hands wrapped around you and pulled you tenderly up, making coughing easier. When you stopped, you felt around your mouth with fingers and then looked at them-blood again.

"Are you okay now-yoi?" Marco massaged softly your lower back and grabbed a napkin, dabbing the blood away.

"Do I look okay?" You gurgled lowly but then smiled at his worried face, "don't worry about me, I'm ten out of ten fine," you gave him awkward thumbs-up and then tensed when you saw him looking at your hands.

"Have you been skipping meals again-yoi?" He put another pillow behind your back so you could sit up. Staring awkwardly at your bony and pale hands which had almost no muscle at all anymore.

'I do eat," you argued stubbornly, "I just don't want much,"

"But you have to get your strenght back-yoi," he picked up his bag and pulled out an apple, "want it-yoi?"

"Nah, apples are rubbish, do you have any bananas?" You waved him off weakly, "what is the point anyways, I'm gonna die either way," as if your body was trying to prove it, another wave of coughs rocked your body and a little more blood splattered to the bedsheets.

"You can't think that way-yoi," he mumbled while hugging you so tightly, you almaot felt like you were melting into him.

"Yes I can," you whispered into his chest and clutched his shirt between your stained fingers, "stop lying to yourself, you know I won't recover anymore. And you're just wasting your life around me,"

"No I'm not-yoi,"

"Yes you are,"

"No I'm - are we really gonna argue again-yoi?" He slowly brushed the thin strands of H/C hair off your eyes, or at least what was left of your hair.

"Seems so. I don't mind, at least we're doing something else than talking about my health," you turned your head so your cheek was pressed against his heart, listening to the slow and automatic thumps, feeling sleepier and sleepier with every moment.

"Hey Marco," you babbled sleepily.

"What is it-yoi?" Marco pulled you even closer, like you were some fragile porcelain figure that was gonna break at any minute.

"You know I love you right? More than anything or anyone else in this world," his heart skipped a beat at your declaration and yiu could almost feel the smile in his voice.

"And I love you-yoi," you sighed dreamily and closed your eyes, almost instantly your heart monitor let out a loud beep and Marco halfly jumped up, screaming for the doctor.

"I'm so sorry," doctor looked at your small body in Marco's arms, "I'm afraid the poison finally got her," Marco said nothing, just gripped your hand tightly. Doctor sighed and left the room, he had seen mourning families before, but every time it hurt.

"Hey Y/N, you idiot-yoi," Marco could feel a soft tear running down his cheek, "you promised me you would get better-yoi. How is dying getting better-yoi!? HOW IS LEAVING ME BETTER-YOI!?" He noticed he was yelling and let his voice drop again.

"When I die, I'm coming to underworld or wherever you are, and I'm gonna kick your butt for breaking that promise, got it-yoi?"

A slight shadow by the window moved and almost nonexistent voice whispered.

"You can try,"