One Piece x Male!Reader

Scarred - WB Pirates [AU, songifc]

Once again, I warn ya'! This contains mentions of death, suicide, pain and stuffz that you might wanna have a tissuebox near. If you can't stand Boy X Boy as well, then you should turn around. Okay, listen to this while you read! -> 
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-FFBN…


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You looked around in the almost empty room. The only things left in here was a bed and some turned over picture frames. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at them. You sighed as you sat down at the edge of said bed, resting your hands on your lap. You saw blood on them. His blood. A scream found it’s way out of your mouth, as you rushed to the bathroom, picking up a cloth. The water run, as you scrubbed your hands until they were actually bleeding.

And all you begged for was that these memories could stop. You stopped your scrubbing, looking down at the small wounds on your now pale (s/c) hands. Tears fell down your cheeks as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your usually shining (h/c) hair was all tangeled up and dirty, your eyes, once filled with life, were now  dull and red from all the crying. You had dark bags under your eyes, your face had gotten sunk in and pale.

You returned to your room, eyes widning. All the memories haunted you, from his smile, to his sparkling brown eyes. His way of raising an eyebrow, his smirk and even that look of anger when he saw a former gangmember flirting with you. You flopped down on your back on the bed, staring blankly up at the celing. A quick glance at the turned down picture frames, said frames that you couldn’t find heart to throw out.

Had it already passed two years? Had it already passed that much time? You clenched your shirt in your hand, right over the heart where fresh pain still lingered. If you only had told him sooner, then maybe this wouldn’t have happened…? Under your pillow rested a black velvet box, a simple ring inside of it.

You felt your other hand clench into a fist, nails digging small cresent wounds in your palm. You sat up, pulling your knees to your chest, a sob escaped your dry lips.  The sobs escalated to full out crying, to pained screams in agony. You gripped at your hair.

”GET OUT OF MY HEAD! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! GO AWAY!”, you screamed, tears cascading down your face, eyes wide open. Your breath came out in a short, paniced way. The door to your room slammed open, one of your roommates, Marco, standing in the doorway. You looked at him as he rushed over to you,  trying to get you to calm down.

”Shhh, (name), you’re okay, he’s okay…”, Marco pulled you close to his chest, trying desperatly to comfort you.

”HE’S DEAD, MARCO! HE’S DEAD! ALL BECAUSE OF ME!”, You wailed into his shirtless chest. Marco stiffened, he knew what had happened, but he never thought you would go as far as blaming yourself for your boyfriend’s death.

”(Name), look at me”, your puffy eyes met his, ”You not the one that killed Ace. You’re not the one that Ace, it was Sakazuki… He’s the one to blame, (Name), not you…”, Marco said with a small waver in his voice.

”It hurts, Marco… I want to die so badly…”, you whispered with a broken voice. An almost inaudiable gasp left the blonde’s lips, he grabbed your shoulders, shaking you back and forth. His grip was painful, or was it only your heart making you believe that?

”Don’t ever think like that! Do you understand?!”,  Marco looked at you, with a crushed expression. Why would he wear that expression, it doesn’t suit him at all… Why would he care, you were just a reminder of your dead boyfriend. Another figure popped up in the doorway, or rather, a group of people popped up in the doorway.

”See…? We all care about you… Don’t even think of killing yourself…”, Marco said, a small broken smile on his lips. ”And Ace wouldn’t have wanted you to follow him this early. He would have wanted you to move on, and remember who you are”, Marco continued.

The blonde got up from your bed, walked over to one of the picture frames and turned it up again. In said frame was a picture of you and Ace, bulked up in heavy winter clothing, kissing under a mistletoe. You felt your mouth twitch upwards of the memory. Marco continued to turn up the frames. A picture of you and Ace in swimtrunks, you shoving your icecream into his face. A picture of the whole group infront of the arcade, the blinking neon light giving everyone a fabulous look. A picture of you asleep in Ace’s arms. Your mouth turned into a small smile of each memory.

”If you lose yourself, we’ll always be here, (Name), so just remember who you are, and continue living!”, Marco turned around and smirked to you as the group in the doorway agreed. You felt happy tears stream down your face. Yeah, you’ll be able to move on…