(Y/n) didn't care for love, they always thought guys only cared for her looks, not her personality so she shut any guy that tried to make a move on them. If they did find a crush, she acted more shut that person out and acted like they didn't exist...
(Y/n) live in a weird world. You don't find love normally. You are tied to someone. It's not with 'red string' or 'first word tattoo'. It's by pain. Your nerve cells are attached to feel what the other person are feeling. So say if (Y/n) were to stub their toe, their soulmate will feel that exact pain. If they had a cut, the other person would have a cut in the same place.
The downside to this is that you die at the same time. Naturally or accident.
When you are ten the fate is sealed.
(Y/n)'s fate was sealed at that age.
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Name: (L/n)(Y/n)
Age: (19-20)
Soulmate: Portgas D. Ace
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It was a Friday, a cold one at that. A small layer of snow covered the ground as people walked around ether to get home or to get food. (Y/n) wanted to go home. Their mum and dad recently past away and they don't know any other relatives that could look after them. They barely have enough money to pay rent. That might be the only money they will hold in awhile as they were laughed out of twelve interviews in one day.
Sighing, they shoved their hand into their pockets and pulled out a set of keys. Unlocking the door they were greeted by a equally cold house. Closing the door they went to the radiator to turn up the heat. Once bending down and fiddling with the turning thing, the heat did not go up.
It was useless.
Standing up and slowly walked to the kitchen they went to look for food. Opening the fridge they found out of date things. Looking in different places ended with the same result.
Giving up hope they walked away, accidently hitting a knife that was on the side. Turning 180' , the knife sliced downwards on (Y/n) leg leaving a massive cut.
" Ow, mother of all that's holy cow, that whore of a knife ass bitch. Swartz s****** of a knife. That hurt." (Y/n) cursed multiple profanities at the object, some offensive as well.
Their nose started to bleed as well. They managed to get out their phone and called (F/n). (Friend name)
Ace P.O.V
Me, Marco and Thatch were hanging out watching Thatch suck at ' The last of us '. Marco kept laughing as he kept dyeing at the same point over and over again. I, however kept eating the food that was laid out.
" Hey Ace, do you want to save us some food?" Marco asked as Thatch had a look of concentration on his face.
" Na, I'm good."
Marco rolled his eyes at my reply. I looks at him as a purple spot started to form on his face.
" Hey Marco, your soulmate has been hit in the face." I say nonchalantly.
" Yea, they've been getting hurt a lot recently." He replied.
I hummed in response, reaching out to grab more Doritos only to find their is non. Grabbing the bowl I made my way to the kitchen but stopped as I felt a pain rake through my body but my right leg was worst. looking down I saw a big cut, trying to take a step forward to the counter did not help as I tripped and fell, bowl crashing by my face as my nose started to bleed. Thatch, who over heard me falling, raced towards me and cheeked if I was ok. Long story short we had a mini argument which I lost ended with us going to the hospital.
3rd Person P.O.V
(Y/n) was in a hospital room. Pain killers seeped through her veins. (F/n) was sitting in the visitor chair as the doors burst open to revile a freckled man in the same condition as them.
A few moments later the man woke up and looked (Y/n) in the eye. His caramel brown eyes looked into their (E/c) ones.
" Hey I'm Ace. Portgas D. Ace."
" (Y/n). (Your full name)."
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Word count: 666
Hello, sorry about the late update (by one day). I just had a chaotic week and being sick for two days did not help.
About you calling the knife a swartz s****** is a funny story. It was my friends birthday today and we went to crazy golf. We were on the second half of the course and I kept going out of bounds and I got mad so I insulted the ball by calling it a swartz s****** ball.
Sorry about the short chapter. Happy-gone-past-valentines-day-day.
(P.S. I went to see ' How to train your dragon 3' with @Quil45 and be warned, it has the feels. We cried.)
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