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myonepiece · 4 years

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Kid, Shanks, Ace seeing S/O as he (character) dies

I’m watching doctor sleep and sobbing at all the death bc I’m in a wierd lovey-dovey shitty place mentally rn so heres this:

Description: while he lays dying during a battle, he sees his s/o fighting on the battlefield, kind of like a last thoughts drabble

TW- death

Shanks & Ace under the cut

The blood was soaking through his clothes, far too much in quantity for him to be okay. But Kid is rash, strong, he wouldn’t die like this. He tried to get up, again and again, until his eyes caught sight of you. Tearing down enemies left and right with their blood soaking you, not your own. Kid lay back but kept his head up so as to watch. As much as he denied this would be his dying day, somewhere deep down he knew it, and he didn’t want his last moments to be wasted.

Sure in this moment he could mull over his regrets, over his failures- how he didn’t keep his feet on the ground, how he didn’t lead his crew to victory, how he didn’t become pirate king, though more painfully how he didn’t protect you till his dying moment, how he didn’t get to witness your smile as you watched him claim his title of pirate king, how he didn’t get to see you adorn the ring he kept hidden away in his coat.

Sure Kid was afraid to lose you, afraid to watch you die and utter your last words before your eyes fluttered shut forever- but never once had he dreamed of him being the one losing his life. Kid had never fully understood the true meaning of pain, the true meaning behind the saying “parting is such sweet sorrow”- as he had heard you say while telling him about your latest read. But in this moment he would say that is what he felt, a sweet sorrow aching in his every vein.

No longer would he get to hold you, to feel your soft skin under his calloused touch, to feel your heartbeat against his ear, to watch as you unraveled beneath him. He would not be able to hug or kiss or play with you again. Fuck you had made him such a softy.

But with pain of course there was a soothing feeling that aided him. He would not part from you, not now, not ever. He would still be able to gaze upon your every detail, watching as you took down crew, burned cities to the ground, left bodies in your wake. Kid would be able to watch as you stood by the ship railing, watching the sunset with tear filled eyes as you relived the memories of you time together in your imagination. He could watch as you took the throne, witnessng the moment you would claim the seas as your own, thanking him under your breath.

Kid smiled sweetly as he watched your eyes land on his limp form, his chest heaving with every raspy breath he captured in attempt to stay longer. Oh dear how you looked so beautiful covered in the blood of your fallen enemies, but that bitter look on your face as you dropped your sword and ran towards him. You idiot you’re too far away to reach him before he’s gone. And so Kid’s eyes fluttered, the lights inside flickering as his strength abandoned his body. He lifted his hand, weakly waving in in attempt to let you know he was leaving, and the widest smile overtook his features. Such a bittersweet sight.

Shanks did not struggle, he did not attempt to get up only to leave sooner, he knew what was happening. The multiple blades implaing him left no room for confusion or doubt, from anyone’s end. He had no regrets, he had lived a good life, he had an amazing crew, rich adventures, more journeys than one man would normally take in two lifetimes- and he had the most wonderful partner in crime, a lover so wonderful Shanks swore you to be an angel.

He watched leaning against a wall, as you fought side by side with his crew, aiding their fight to claim victory. There was no doubt in his mind that Shanks had chosen the right path. The moment he met you he knew he wanted to grow old with you, and though now it would seem he would not get to do that, he would. No not by your side in person, but wandering through the atmosphere observing from above the ground you stood on.

He would be there to create the luminescent apparition that scared away any nosy people threatening you while your back was turned, he would be there to splash the waves into your face while you stood on the ship deck, he would be there to carry the florwers into your hair only for you to laugh it off as the wind. When you speak into the air to him, not knowing he is sitting in the corner with ghostly tears running down his cheeks.

And many years from now, when it is your time, Shanks will be waiting right at your side on your deathbed, waiting with open arms and an eager expression to embrace you once again.

So now as he sits against the wall, he simply smiles and lets the tears fall. He does not worry about the looks from his crew or his enemies, he only worries that you will not see how much you mean to him. This, is when the fear reaches him. Perhaps.... Shanks does have one single regret? Did he tell you he loved you enough? Did he tell you that you hold his whole heart in your hands, that if you told him to. He would bring the world to its knees, he would steal the stars from the heavens and the fire from hell if you asked.

Shanks sat against the wall in a puddle of his own blood, the serene expression on his face was a terrifying sight to you. He looked too calm, even for him. And as you slowly made your way towards the red haired man, you knew it was happening. Shanks watched as you dropped your weapon and began taking slow fearful steps in his direction. You looked so beautiful, so amazing. He grinned.

He was contempt in dying now, yes there may be things he never found, or achieved, or owned, but at the end of his life, those things didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he had you and you had him, he had found a heart to love him- and now... it would miss him.

Fear and panic gripped at Ace’s heart as he gasped for breath, the multiple holes in his body making that task quite excruciating and near impossible- but he would not leave you alone. No matter how bad his wounds are, he wouldn’t leave you. He tried to get up, he tried he swears. He tried and tried until the sight of you made him freeze in his actions.

He had heard of people talking about how their life flashed before their eyes, and now he experienced it. A summary if you will, of your love story. From the moment you met, the first date, the first kiss, your first time together, and the moments in between. When you would sneak into the kitchen at night to steal food, only to blame him when Thatch caught the two of you in the act. When you would run to him in the night when the stormy waters and crashes of thunder sounding through the sky like bombs scared you half to death and you only longed for his embrace. When you would lay face-to-face at night and Ace would get lost in your eyes that reminded him of the starry sky, carrying just as much mystery and beauty.

When you would sit in his lap while the crew danced and partied and drank, when you provided safety in your arms when the fear struck Ace down as well. He would laugh with you in the worst and best moments alike.

He laughed at the looks of envy he recieved from the crew when the two of you would sit together and stare at each other like their was no one else in the world, how they wished they could have someone who looked at them like that. They would all congratulate him on finding someone like you, someone who loved him with all their little heart- that was when Ace would run back and tell you about their praises while clinging onto you and thanking you for letting him love you.

Remember when he proposed with the biggest shiniest diamond ring he could find in the looted treasure? Because that was exactly what you deserved, the best. When the Whitebeard crew had held a wedding for him, and he sobbed as he watched you walk down the makeshift isle.

He had fell in love so deeply that he could not climb back out, though he never tried. “Love me until my dying day” you had said, and Ace had agreed with every intention of doing so. He wanted to share every step and accomplishment with you, he wanted to go to the ends of the earth and back with you. He wanted to hold your hand when the both of you are on your deathbeds, he would look to you and say- he would say “We made it”.

His plans were not tarnished now though, he might not be able to be with you in person but his spirit would cling to every second. The coldness you feel on your hands at night in the warmth of your room, that’s Ace trying to show you he’s there. The wind that messes up your papers and spreads them across the room, that’s Ace’s attempt at making you laugh. And when your time has finally come, after many more adventures with the crew, after many more years filled with happiness and laughter, when you are on your deathbed, when the light is gone from your eyes, Ace will be there, holding your hand, and he will tell you “We made it”.

You spot Ace from across the battfield, Thatch is holding him against his chest but Ace is staring at you, he’s sobbing. He wears the most lovesick grin, you could ever imagine, as if he’s trying to telling you he loves you with his expression alone. That is, in a sense, what Ace is trying to do, as he no longer has enough breath to say anything.

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