Ace x Reader, angst, mentions of depression, suicidal thoughts, soley for comforting purposes, platonic love with the White-beard Pirates.
Summary: Things get rough, and hit by hit you’re just tired of it all.
A/N: To anyone who needs this, I hope it helps. You’re a lot stronger than you think >:) @uramakimochi
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It started small.
From a simple mistake, to the tragedies of your life to the very questioning of your future. You were scared. Of living, no, correction—surviving, to just existing to fail.
The lingering question consumed you:
Would it even be worth it?
With all the trouble you’ve gone through now?
The expectations, the asks, the responsibilities—would you ever meet them?
Would you ever accomplish them?
The wind replied, brushing past as you stood on the Moby Dick, stationed near the stern. The sun was setting, and the decks were quiet. The aftermath of dinner flew by, and the crew headed to bed, while others slipped to night-watch.
Crying, you lowered yourself to the rail. resting your head against your arms. An unbearable feeling took over, and it made your chest tight. Numbing, and lost, you now experienced while in the inevitable of your depression.
You knew it wouldn’t be long till someone found you, but you needed to let it out, to breathe. Especially after hours of avoiding a hot-headed pirate.
Ace’s and your relationship had been on a rocky stand-hold. You weren’t opening up, and you were avoiding the topic of obvious like the plague, even if offered help. Anxiety prevented you from speaking out, while the simmering stubbornness left you lost.
You hadn’t realized it, but he’d been watching from afar; lingering as you made yourself small and hidden, left achingly worried.
Ace took a step, but hesitated. He was scared if he made the wrong move, he might just break you.
You’d already drifted so far, to the point Ace, the crew—everyone saw it. The heaviness that surrounded you, a silent weight that held you back, and a mindless stare the left them nervous.
It wasn’t impossible to reach you, the crew understood that, and Ace knew it better than anyone; he just needed to find the right words.
He needed to find the right time, and that was now.
Ace’s steps were quiet, just like the way you cried. He didn’t want to startle you—that was the last thing he wanted, and it was the last thing you needed.
Carefully, he came to your side, just barely brushing your shoulder. Inviting, but not pressuring.
Watching the waves, a moment passed before he spoke.
“You weren’t at dinner.”
You sniffled, wiping your tears to turn away. “I was busy…with something.”
“Yeah,” he mumbled, “I figured.”
Silence shrouded, and you couldn’t find the courage to speak. You felt weak, vulnerable—incompetent.
Though, Ace never pushed.
Not really, anyway.
“Have you. . .” Another painful moment.
“. . . been thinking about it again?” he asked, leaning against the rail. His tone was soft, not accusing, just questioning… and sad.
Ace wasn’t judging, he’d never, but his comment laced your throat. You were left speechless, drowning in your own shame and his truth, by his blunt words.
You managed a shaky breath, subtly squeezing the rail. You felt frozen.
“You don’t have to say anything,” he said, placing his hand by yours. “I get it, I really do.”
His pinky inched forward, wrapping around your own. To anyone, it’d feel small, but to you—in a moment like this?
It meant a lot.
“You don’t even need to give me a reason.”
Wind rustled by, combing your hair and smearing your tears.
“I’m just tired, Ace,” you whispered, turning to him. “I’m so tired of this.” your voice cracked, and he held your gaze.
His expression turned, and he tensed.
Ace’s eyes glossed with tears, and he stepped forward—almost fiercely. But not pushing.
His arms extended, and softly, he whispered your name. “Come here.”
You took a weak step forward, and in an instant he hugged you. “It’s okay,” he muttered, grabbing the back of your head. “It’s gonna be okay. You hear me?”
You collapsed against him, clutching his shirt— as if it was the only thing keeping you there.
Because truthfully, it was.
“Its just so hard.” you choked.
“I know.” he held you, holding you to the point you couldn’t breath. But you couldn’t care, you needed this more than anything.
“I know it is.”
The sky welled blue, stirring in with darker colors and gray clouds. Seagulls flew over-head, nesting in the ship brackets and windows to hide for a storm.
Just like you were in Ace’s arms, sheltered from your mind. Safe.
“I got you,” Ace’s voice wavered, but it was grounding. With pouring emotion he kissed your temple. “I’m not going anywhere, and I’m not letting go, you’re stuck with me.”
“You got that?”
You managed a nod, and he held you closer.
“You don’t have to be strong for me,” he whispered, “you never do, not even for the crew. You just have to stay. That’s it, just stay.”
You cried, tilting your head and he cupped the back of it. “What am I gonna do?” You voiced, looking up to him. “I-I dont, I don’t know anymore.”
“You’ll figure it out.” Ace said firmly, brushing your tears. “You always do, it just takes time. Just a little more time, just me and you, it’ll be okay.”
“What if it isn’t—what if I screw everything up?”
“You won’t ____. You never do. Nothing is perfect, you can’t always expect that of yourself.”
Ace’s finger poked your forehead, making you wince. “Don’t listen to that, whatever it’s telling you—ignore it. It’s just being a pain in the ass, and you don’t deserve it.”
A softer moment passed, border-lining vulnerable. “You hear me?”
“Yeah…” you whispered, wiping your tears.
“Good. You got it, maybe not now, but you will. I know you will.” Ace kissed the corner of your eye, bringing his head forehead to yours. His nose grazed the tip of yours, and his voice sounded below a whisper.
“I love you,” he murmured. “No matter what happens, that’ll never change, okay?”
“Okay.”
For the first time in weeks, maybe even months— you could breathe. Finally breathe. Under the light drizzle of rain, his reassurance, and love, broke through the numb that swallowed you whole.
The wind brisked cold, and you shivered stepping closer.
“Shh,” he hushed, heating his body to warm you. “It’s okay, I got you.”
Like a blanket out of the dryer, the fire of his body heat surrounded you, following to your heart. Completed in his presence, Ace was by your side, and he made it clear he wasn’t letting you go.
Not for a long time.
Since I'm on the topic of Zoro it's funny how Zobros act like this man could single handedly go through the entire story by himself with no issues whatsoever, but Wano Act I completely disproves this mentality.
Zoro is the one strawhat who simply cannot function away from the pack. The group brings him much needed responsibility & structure. What happened to Zoro when he was left on his lonesome in Wano? He wandered around drunk, got himself falsely accused of being a serial killer, and then had to go on the run hobo style with a funny little man as he gambled just to be able to pay for food & drink. Everyone else was being productive while this guy did fuck all lmao.
That doesn't even take into account his terrible sense of direction which makes it almost impossible for him to get anywhere by himself. Remember how he got himself lost again just as everyone reunited & wasted precious time on a cute lil boat ride while everyone else was fighting for their life? Because I do.
Never forget that before Luffy found him Zoro was lost both metaphorically & physically.
Luffy & the Strawhats give this Himbo purpose & the drive to really focus on his goals. I don't think he would be at the level he is at currently despite his dreams if he wasn't also getting strong for the sake of his friends. In a way you could even say he is more reliant on them than vice versa despite his role as crew protector. They're his emotional support crew y'all.
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If it's not too much to ask but could you please do a story of only one of the Monster trio like Luffy or Zoro or Sanji? (Or the whole straw hat crew) with a reader whose birthday it is on the same day as a holiday like valentine's day (even though we've already went past it, or it could be any other holiday that you think?) But only her best friend (one of the crew members) remembers her birthday and now the others feel bad, so they decide to throw an "apology birthday party" to make up for it?
zoro x strawhat!reader
a/n: I hope this is what you wantedddd, let me know if you want it different tho (づ ̄ 3 ̄)づ
words count: 1.3k
tags: sfw, romance, soft zoro, nico robin bff
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The Sunny is draped in pink and red decorations, hearts scattered across the deck like confetti. Sanji is running around serving chocolates and heart-shaped treats, Nami is counting stacks of berries won from lovestruck islanders, and Luffy is eating whatever he can get his hands on.
It’s Valentine’s Day. And it’s also your birthday.
But no one seems to remember that last part.
You don’t say anything, of course. It’s not like you expect them to throw a big celebration or anything, but a simple “Happy Birthday” would have been nice. Yet, with everyone wrapped up in the holiday of love, your special day is completely overlooked.
Well, almost everyone.
“Here” Robin says, appearing beside you with a small, neatly wrapped box in her hands. She smiles, that knowing glint in her eyes as she hands it over “Happy Birthday.”
Your heart warms “Robin…”
“I know how it feels to be forgotten” she says gently “But you’re not.”
You unwrap the gift to find a delicate bookmark pressed with dried blue forget-me-not flowers. It’s beautiful. And, fitting.
Before you can properly thank her, a loud, boisterous laugh fills the air “Oi, Robin, what’s that? Love letter for y/n?” Luffy grins, oblivious as ever. That, of course, draws the attention of the rest of the crew. Sanji practically skids over, hearts in his eyes.
“A love letter?! From who?! I’ll destroy them—”
Robin sighs, sipping her wine “It’s her birthday present.”
Silence.
Utter, dead silence.
The entire crew stares at you, then at Robin, then back at you again. The color drains from Sanji’s face. Franky’s jaw quite literally drops. Usopp nearly chokes on his own spit. Nami’s eyes widen, and Chopper gasps in horror. Even Luffy, who usually doesn’t have a care in the world, looks like someone just told him there’s no more meat on the ship.
But the worst reaction? Zoro’s.
His eye snap to yours, and you see something flicker behind them, something that looks suspiciously like guilt.
“Wait,” Usopp wheezes, gripping his head like it physically hurts “Today’s your birthday? Like, right now?”
“…Yeah.”
A chorus of expletives follows.
“We’re horrible!” Chopper wails, flopping dramatically onto the deck.
“How could I forget such an important day?!” Sanji cries, dropping to his knees like he’s been personally betrayed.
Robin chuckles into her drink “At least you all realized it before the day ended.”
That kicks everyone into action. Nami immediately starts planning an emergency “Apology Birthday Party” barking orders while Franky dashes off to set up decorations. Luffy insists on getting you the biggest cake possible, while Sanji declares he will cook a full birthday feast worthy of redemption. Usopp starts crafting a birthday gift at lightning speed, while Chopper is still crying about how bad of a friend he is.
In the middle of all the chaos, you catch Zoro watching you. His arms are crossed, his expression unreadable, but there’s tension in his stance. And then, without a word, he turns and disappears below deck.
You don’t see him for the next hour.
By the time he returns, the impromptu party is already in full swing. The crew has somehow managed to pull together a spectacular celebration, with streamers, food, and a birthday banner that is only slightly lopsided. You’re seated at the center, laughing as Luffy shoves an unreasonable amount of cake into his mouth.
Then Zoro drops something onto the table in front of you.
You blink. It’s a small box, wrapped haphazardly, almost like he struggled with it. When you glance up at him, his face is turned away, slightly pink at the tips of his ears.
“Tch. Don’t make a big deal out of it” he mutters, arms crossed.
Curious, you open it and your breath catches.
It’s a charm. A small, silver sword pendant attached to a simple chain. The craftsmanship is rough, but undeniably his.
“…Did you make this?”
Zoro shrugs, still not looking at you “Had some spare materials lying around.”
Your fingers curl around the charm, warmth blooming in your chest “I love it.”
“…Good.” His voice is gruff, but you catch the corner of his lips twitching, just slightly.
The rest of the crew watches with barely concealed interest “Oi, oi, does this mean Zoro is getting all romantic now?” Usopp teases, wiggling his eyebrows.
Zoro immediately glares, hand twitching toward his swords “Say that again and you won’t live to see tomorrow.”
The laughter that follows is the best sound you’ve heard all day.
Maybe your birthday started off forgotten, but as you sit among your chaotic, wonderful crew, a handmade gift resting in your palm, you can’t help but think this turned out to be the best one yet.
The party goes on for hours. Sanji serves an extravagant feast, each dish crafted with your favorites in mind. Luffy challenges you to an eating contest, one you gracefully decline, knowing it’s a lost cause. Nami surprises you with a beautiful set of earrings, and Usopp proudly presents a handcrafted figurine of you in an exaggerated heroic pose.
Franky insists on a dance party, much to your amusement, and even Robin joins in. Chopper, still sniffling, clings to you, vowing to never forget your birthday again.
Through it all, Zoro remains close, never one for loud festivities, but always within reach. Eventually, when the night winds down, you find him on the ship’s upper deck, gazing at the stars.
“Thanks for the necklace” you say, leaning beside him.
He grunts, but doesn’t move away “Yeah.”
A comfortable silence settles between you. The ocean breeze is cool, but standing next to him, you feel warm.
After a moment, he exhales “…Sorry for forgetting.”
You glance at him, surprised by the quiet sincerity in his tone. Smiling, you shake your head “You made up for it.”
He finally looks at you then, and in the soft moonlight, his expression is softer than usual “Good.”
Zoro stays silent for a while, avoiding your gaze, and then adds, "Actually... I had prepared it for Valentine's Day."
For a moment, you remain impassive, smiling at the sea in front of you, but then your brain connects what he said.
You suddenly turn to him and gasp, "Wait, wh...what do you mean?"
He continues to avoid your gaze, trying to look indifferent, but the redness in his ears betrays him "I admit I forgot your birthday, but I didn’t forget Valentine's Day" he says.
You, even more flustered, reply "So it’s true what Luffy told me earlier, that you worked on the necklace for more than a week??"
Zoro shifts uncomfortably, scratching the back of his neck. He looks away, clearly embarrassed but trying to act nonchalant "I... I just wanted it to be perfect" he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper.
You blink, still processing the confession. It’s hard to believe this is the same person who usually brushes off any sort of emotional display "Zoro," you start, your voice soft, "You really made all of that... for me?"
He finally looks at you, and for the first time, his usual tough exterior seems to crack. His eyes are slightly hesitant, but there's a genuine warmth there, almost like he’s afraid of your reaction "Yeah, I did. It’s... not much, but I thought you’d like it."
You take a deep breath, your heart racing as everything sinks in. You can’t help but smile "I love it," you say, stepping a little closer "And I... I love that you cared enough to do this."
Zoro looks almost startled by your words, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. He clears his throat awkwardly "Well, don’t go getting any ideas... It's not like I’m suddenly a romantic or something."
You laugh, the sound light and genuine "I never said you were. But this is pretty damn romantic, Zoro."
He grumbles but there's a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth "Don’t get used to it."
You both stand there for a moment, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore filling the space between you. It’s not the most conventional confession, but somehow, in that moment, it feels just right.
And just like that, your birthday, and even Valentine's day, is perfect.
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"Still too light..."
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I love Zeff and Sanji's father son relationship so so much. Zeff's poor Eggplant has gotten sick. Steamed himself instead of the actual food...
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