CW: Fluffy as could be, angst to comfort, self-worth issues
A/N: This tooth achingly sweet Ace piece goes out to you Z @shy-writer-999! I’m proud of you for all your hard work this semester! As usual, barely proofread because I have no idea what I’m doing. I just wanna write stuff about my favorite 2D fictional boys
Dividers by @cafekitsune
It’s almost dinner time, Thatch has something wonderful cooking for everyone and Ace is nowhere to be found. Really unusual for him considering his relationship with food. It’s almost as bad as his brother’s. You search the ship for all of his usual hiding spots knowing something is up if he’s not being smacked away from the kitchen at this point. Checking his usual places to seek solitude, you forget to check the last one. You precariously climb out onto the Moby Dick’s signature smile, walking along the lip of the ship, you find your Ace. He’s staring pensively on the horizon as the sun begins to set, lighting the sky in streaks of reds, golds, oranges, and purples. The beautiful reflection of it glistening in his eyes. His eyes, they’re all you can see. He’s huddled up, arms perched on his knees that are folded into his chest, head down resting on his arms. Between his hat and his arms, all you see are those wonderful eyes on his freckled face.
“Ace, baby, it’s almost dinner time. Is everything ok?” you whisper to him as you sit quietly next to him, taking up a similar posture, resting your arms on your knees.
“M’fine. Just…tired is all,” he stutters quietly.
“If you’re fine, then I’m the Queen of PIrates, Ace. What’s up? You can tell me anything, let me help you,” you speak quietly, laced with concern, as you reach over and brush your hand between his shoulders. He peeks over at you, his eyes glistening with hurt, tears threatening to spill over, “Why….why do you love me?” he croaks as his voice begins to crack. “I…I’m a monster, born from a monster…I’m not worth it, not good enough. Why do you waste your time with a man like me?” Your heart clenches seeing how unkind he is to himself. How can he not see what happiness he brings? And you stop your thoughts.
“Portgas D. Ace,” you say softly but sternly as you grab his chin to force his eyes on you. His eyes widen slightly, lips parted in surprise, “Every moment with you is a blessing that I will always cherish. I love you because you are kind, because you are adventurous, and loyal, and you fight for what you believe in.” He gulps, taking in your words and his eyes soften slightly out of their previously woeful state. “I love you because you make me happy and safe. You make me laugh every damn day. You can be stubborn as all hell and sometimes it drives me up the wall,” you pause and he lets out an airy chuckle, “But I will never stop loving you. You are the flame that ignites my heart and it will ALWAYS burn for you.”
Ace sniffles trying to fight back the tears that trickle down his face, wiping his nose with his arm in shy embarrassment. Trying to deflect his insecurity he flashes a grin, “Look at you with your love confession, sweetheart. You could have just told me you liked me instead of professing your love.” You glare at him and he laughs, pulling you between his legs, your back against his chest. He takes a deep breath in your hair, finding comfort in you. Giving you a squeeze he whispers in your hair, “Thank you, my little firefly. I love you too,” he closes his eyes as his heart feels full again, your words taking his broken pieces and putting them back together. You hum finding comfort in his embrace as you both sit quietly taking in the smell of the salty sea spray coming off the bow of the ship as you chase the sunset.
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hi !!! hru? if possible, id like to request a male one piece matchup!!
im an entp 7w6, i'm often described as an eccentric, humorous, and a carefree person (it's just that i don't use my braincells that much)
i like punk aesthetic!! have a dumb scar on my nose from a cat
i'm usually friendly, but you can get a reaction from me easily and i'll get into bickerings (i'll forget it off after 5mins in total)
i have a habit of procrastrating- i can be dense too. i'm a bit reckless which makes me get scolded often
my love language is quality time/ spamming you with shitposts at 3am. i also sometimes would gift you smth silly that reminds me of you like a cat dropping a dead lizard by your door/j
im not used to direct expressions of affection that much (especially in words) so it lowkey unlocks soft spots when they pull that- i do try to give rather than receiving in that department, though it ends up goofy most of the time
i like puns and motorcycling and i'm addicted to carbonated drinks
i also like gaming and wwe watching!! i fw cute critters media... shoutout chiikawa
true that i game but i touch grass. nature outings are my breather. the way to my heart is food. i'll even pledge my allegiance/srs
i dislike paperwork and waking up early in winter
im quite knowledgeable in animals!!! i especially adore penguins. i could blabber about them forever. i also like mythology. i can be both the yapper and the listener tho
in a date, i like to be the one that's tuff like i'd be the one buying type shit 🤝 i also dont expect much like just being together talking nonsense would be cool w me....
thx !!!
I am going to pair you with …
𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐠𝐚𝐬 𝐃. 𝐀𝐜𝐞
【Ｔ𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐄𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥】
You are… a lot.
In the best way.
Chaotic, funny, reckless, a little impulsive, the type to start something just to see what happens and then forget about it five minutes later. You don’t overthink things, you just go.
Ace matches that energy instantly.
You would meet in a setting that’s already a little messy, something going wrong, something loud, and instead of backing off, you jump right into it.
And he just—
Grins.
“You’re fun.”
That’s it.
You’re locked in.
Your dynamic is pure chaos.
Bickering for no reason.
Starting arguments just for entertainment.
Forgetting what you were even arguing about mid-way.
And somehow…
It never turns serious.
Your habit of getting reactions out of people?
He feeds into it.
You poke, he pushes back harder, and it turns into this loop where neither of you ever gets bored.
Your procrastination and recklessness?
Yeah, he’s not helping with that.
If anything, he makes it worse.
“Eh, we’ll deal with it later.”
And suddenly it’s later.
And neither of you dealt with it.
Your love language fits perfectly.
Late night shitposts? He’s responding.
Weird gifts? He’s accepting them like they’re treasures.
You hand him something dumb that reminded you of him?
He’s keeping it.
No questions asked.
Your awkwardness around direct affection is something he notices fast.
You can joke, tease, do everything else, but the second things get serious?
You short-circuit.
He finds that hilarious.
And… a little endearing.
So of course, he does it on purpose sometimes.
“You know I like you, right?”
Casual.
Out of nowhere.
Just to see your reaction.
Your love for food?
Oh, that’s dangerous.
Because now every outing turns into eating something.
You’re happy.
He’s happy.
It’s a win.
Your interest in animals, especially how much you can talk about them?
He listens.
Even if you go on for way too long.
Even if you start rambling.
“You really like those things, huh?”
Half amused.
Half impressed.
Your need for freedom, for movement, for not being boxed into something strict?
He gets that.
Completely.
You don’t feel restricted around him.
You don’t feel like you have to tone yourself down.
Your relationship is loud, chaotic, and constantly moving.
You bring humor, spontaneity, and unpredictability.
Summary: Deuce needs you to come over- you're the only one who can help Ace right now.
WC: 1549
tags: ace trappola x reader, gn!reader, Deuce Spade cameo, more like a comfort ???, rejection talked about, ace is dumb actually, haha pillow fight, not proofread or beta read, we are just here to ball out y'know
Frantic, you haphazardly stormed into the Heartslabyul dorm, almost knocking over the decorations in the foyer as you came in. You didn’t know what was going on, only receiving a text that read “SOS, hurry” from Deuce. You walked through the dorm; it would take too long to find Deuce on your own so you stopped and asked where he was. Out of breath, you finally found Deuce. In the kitchen… fine as can be… opening a popsicle wrapper.
“Deuce,” you said panting and with a confused look on your face. Deuce looked you over, he seemed confused himself. “Why are you panting, did you run here? That was pretty fast, you should come run with me and Jack sometime.” He took the fruit popsicle in his mouth as you caught your breath. “Why did you send me an SOS if it’s not an emergency?! And plus you said hurry, what am I supposed to think, egghead?!” you frustratedly shouted.
“Oh, well it is an SOS, but I guess it wasn’t that big of a deal that you needed to run here. You prolly could’ve just walked and it would’ve been fine,” he said with a cautious smile. “I didn’t mean to make you worry, I just think you’re the only one who could help right now.” You walked over to the fridge, opening the freezer and grabbing a popsicle of your own. “So, what is it? And where’s Ace, isn’t he like glued to you?”
“That’s the thing, it’s Ace that I need your help with,” Deuce said softly. Deuce? Needing help with Ace? And somehow you were the only one Ace would listen to? “What’s wrong with him? He fall down in a well somewhere and is too stubborn to let you help him?” You chuckled, trying to make light of the situation. Deuce didn’t laugh though. “No.. he actually told his crush he liked them and they rejected him,” he explained.
Your smile went away as you heard why Ace was MIA right now. He probably told everyone who knew that he was fine, but you and Deuce knew that wasn’t true at all. “I’ll go talk to him,” you said as you grabbed another popsicle from the freezer.
You walked down the hallways to the room you knew all too well. You, Ace, and Deuce frequently had sleepovers, so being at the Heartslabyul dorm and in Ace’s room was like a daily thing. Knock, knock, knock. “No one’s home,” you could hear Ace say from the other side of the door. He sounded like he was pouting, moping away in his room. You tried to turn the knob, only to find that you and the rest of the world were locked out. “Ace, it’s me. Unlock the door,” you calmly requested.
It was quiet on the other side for a moment until you heard rustling in his room. A disheveled Ace opened the door. His hair was unusually more messy than normal, and by the look on his face, you could tell “fine” wasn’t the word to describe him. He let you in the room and then shut the door, locking it back, as you sat on his bed. He walked back towards you, and you held out the popsicle you brought for him. “Here, this is for you,” you said with a small smile. He took the popsicle and sighed as he sat down beside you on the bed.
“You good?” you asked playfully as you watched him try to open the wrapper. “Shuddup,” he huffed as he struggled. He gave up after his second attempt and shoved it into your hand, wanting you to help him with it. He laid back on his bed and stared at the ceiling as he waited. “Y’know, your popsicle is gonna melt on your bed if you eat it lying down.” You handed him the popsicle, the glare he gave you as he put it in his mouth said that he didn’t care if it melted on his sheets or about the consequences that came from it. “So… how was your day?” you asked, breaking the silence.
“I know Deuce told you. I don’t wanna talk about it. I told him that, so what’s he do? He sends you, like I’m some kid who needs their parent to come hold them when they’re upset. I’m not a baby,” he scoffed, shoving the popsicle back in his mouth. “Yeah, he told me, but I don’t think it’s like that? Or maybe it is like that? You are kind of a baby,” you teased. “But in a good way.” Ace rolled his eyes at you before moving to the top of his bed and sitting up against his headboard.
You moved up to sit beside him, taking one of his pillows and throwing it across your lap to rest your arm on. Ace sighed again as he ate more of his popsicle. “I just don’t get it, I thought they liked me, too. That’s why I said I wanted to see them. And then they just-” Ace groaned at reliving the conversation in his head. “Sometimes people are just hard to read, I guess? But that doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you,” you reassured him.
“That’s the thing, there isn’t anything wrong with me, so why wouldn’t they like me?” Ace said arrogantly. You flicked him upside the head, trying to bring him back to reality. “I was trying to be nice, dumbass. People have their flaws,” you said, pausing and turning his face towards you, “including you Ace.” You finished your popsicle and got up from the bed to throw your wrapper away, Ace grabbed your shirt to catch your attention. He was holding out his popsicle wrapper to you, like a child asking you to throw something away for them. You threw both of them away and came back to his bed.
“All I’m saying is, if you got rejected, that doesn’t mean you’re less than who you were before. You’re still the same stupid, childish, hella annoying at times guy you were before,” you said with a smile. “Hey, I thought you were here to make me feel better, what the hell,” he scoffed. “And, you’re still the same loveable, silly, cute, carefree guy you were before, too,” you added. Ace gave you a cheeky smile. “You think I’m cute?” he teased.
“Ace, I will literally hit you,” you said, grabbing his pillow and holding it up as a threat. His cheeky smile never left his face, it was taunting you. You narrowed your eyes at him and acted like you were about to swing the pillow, making him flinch. “Big baby,” you muttered. Without a second thought, Ace took his other pillow and hit you across the face with it. You sat there, mouth wide open and in shock, as you stared at him. He stared back with the same stupid, mischievous smile painted across his face.
“This is why you got rejected, you clown,” you shouted as you hit him back with the pillow you had. “HEY, THAT’S NOT COOL!” he shouted back. The both of you hit each other back and forth a few times until he finally gave up. “Do you feel better now?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at him. Ace threw his pillow onto the floor and stretched out on his bed. “Actually, yeah I do. Forgot about everything for a moment,” he chuckled. He paused for a minute and then pulled out his phone. “You wanna see what they said?”
You were curious as to what they said, what reason they gave for rejecting him. You took his phone and looked at the messages, noticing that he had a recent message from them. “Ace, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” you said, giving him a look. “They literally like you.” You tossed his phone back to him.
He stared at the messages, looking at you and then back at them. “They literally said “no” when I said I wanted to see them more. They do not,” he said confused. You crawled over to him and pointed at his phone. “Listen, dingbat. They literally texted you back a few minutes later trying to get you to answer because you left them on read AND texted you back over an hour later calling you some cringe nickname they gave you. How dumb are you?” you sighed. “Deuce made me run all the way here for nothing.”
Ace kept looking at the texts over and over again, his brain trying to connect the pieces that didn’t click before. “Oh my god,” he said quietly. “Get out, get out. Get out of my room, I have to make a phone call.” Before you could even answer, Ace was pushing you off his bed and across the room towards his door. He unlocked it and pushed you through it, but not without telling you thank you before he shut his door.
You shook your head and saw Deuce from the corner of your eye. “How is he?” he whispered as he approached you. You let out a long sigh. “Stupid. Stupid as ever. He’ll be fine,” you laughed, putting your hand on Deuce’s shoulder as you turned him to walk down the hallway with you.
Could I request Zoro and Ace reacting to a reader insecure about their vagina. It’s my biggest insecurity and it would help. You don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable though. Thank you and bye!
Of course sweetheart I’d be more than happy to make this request for you. Also just a reminder you are beautiful and your insecurities are very valid and vaginas are wonderful and unique and there is nothing that describes the ‘perfect vagina’ as much as the media throws the ‘ideal’ style in our faces. I love you. I hope this helps 💗💗💗💗
Zoro and Ace - Reader with Insecurity about their Vagina
(SFW) (alluding comments about sex but no direct smut)
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Zoro
- Doesn’t quite understand at first
- To him you are beautiful so being insecure about something he loves won’t register into that thick skull of his
- Will accidentally say something to make you upset but doesn’t mean to
- Something along the lines of “why on earth would you be insecure about something you can’t change?”
- If you try to explain it to him he will slowly try and understand
- Once he understands his tone around it will change
- Is very soft towards you and how he words things associated with your vagina
- Is still a little thick so may slip up and do something a little insensitive
- Like point at a flower shaped like a vagina or something and say that’s what it looks like - even though he means well or insists because flowers are beautiful he also may point out the most distraught looking one in the bunch
- Won’t pressure you into doing anything sexual if you are comfortable with it - is quite patient so can hold himself back with that stuff
- If you do decide you want to with him he won’t draw attention to it - almost making it feel like it’s not a big deal and it’s apart of you - someone that he loves very dearly
- If he does compliment you, he will stumble and try and add something nice to say about your vagina in a blushing mess hoping he didn’t mess up
- Will try and help to make you feel comfortable with him about it - to show you that whatever specific area you are insecure about is normal and he loves you
- Again, being a little thick, will compare it to his own bits (in a good way) to try and make it feel more normal (hair being normal/skin colour being different is normal/bigger or smaller parts or excess skin/lack of skin being normal etc)
- Isn’t very good with his words so he felt this is his best form of method - showing you
Ace
- Is very good at comforting you and making sure you’re supported
- is very understanding and doesn’t make you feel bad or question your insecurity
- Will try and compliment you and your vagina (sometimes a little too much)
- Helps out by reading up on books about vaginas and how they look - to reassure you that yours is beautiful and unique and no two are the same
- Tries to include activities to make you feel more comfortable with your insecurity (I’m thinking painting a vagina on a canvas date or making cupcakes with different vagina styles on top)
- Depending on what part you are insecure about he will find ways to make it feel normal - both cheesy compliments and factual points (hairy? Protects your vagina from bacteria and friction during sex. Big labia? Protection for the clitoris and vaginal opening. Colour? It’s normal for it to be a different colour from your skin; increased blood flow)
- If you two are sexually together he will constantly praise you about how good you’re doing and how lovely you look and how brave you’re being right now being so vulnerable to let him see you - to see your vagina - like this
- Will always be open to talking to you about it - never makes you feel stupid or a burden for having this insecurity
- Will love you endlessly and support you by asking questions about how he can best support you and comfort you when he can
The bad ones usually started in a dark room while the good ones started in a white room. Tonight he was standing in a dark, pitch black room. He couldn’t see anything as he tried to look around and find life.
He then saw you standing in the middle of the black darkness, wearing a white, flowy dress. You started turning around to face him, your face was glowing, you were beautiful.
“I hate you.” Your face wore a natural look, as your suddenly dull eyes bore holes into him.
He couldn’t speak back and if he tried his voice wouldn’t allow him. You began to walk closer to him, slowly. Ace stepped back in caution, until he lost his footing. He was falling backwards into depths of the darkness that had no ending.
He then jolted awake. He immediately sat up and started to gasp for air, he felt suffocated previously in the dark world. As you felt the sheets slowly slide off of your body, you got up and rubbed your bleary eyes. Turning to the side, you noticed Ace’s state. He had a nightmare again.
“Ace— Ace!” You shook his shoulders as he violently heaved between breaths. His body quivered beneath your touch, almost as if it was fragile like glass. Your words sounded blurred together and he couldn’t get a grip on reality.
“You’re going to be ok, I’m here.” Your hands reach up to his head, pulling him close to you as your fingers started to thread through his black hair.
The look he gave you on his face was one of fear. He was scared that maybe the dream he had would prove to be true. The fear of never being loved would come back to haunt his mind, but you were there to reassure him.
“You’re going to be ok.” You whisper reassuringly, letting his head down on your chest so he could hear your heartbeat. He found peace at its rhythmic beating, evening out his breaths.
He snuggled deeper into your chest, pushing you down to the bed as he laid on top of you. His arms were wrapped around you securely, and he contemplated over the dream.
Your arms wrapped around his back as you leaned in to give him a lingering kiss on top of his head. His eyes fluttered at the sudden affection as he began to fall into a sleepy state.
Closing his eyes, Ace remembered. It was just a dream.
Hi! Saw your One Piece matchup request and wanted to try for one! I'm a 22 years old girl, under 160 cm, my zodiac is pisces and I'm really emotional (sometimes I can feel too deeply that I start to cry). I'm really insecure about myself, but I'm a lot creative too! I love drawing and I can be a bit possessive about the people I care about. Thank u in advance <3
Hiyah dear !! I’m really glad you sent this in, your energy is very soft but also very intense emotionally. You feel things deeply, you love deeply, and even if you are insecure, there is a lot of creativity and warmth in you. You needed someone who would not be overwhelmed by your emotions, but instead hold them without making you feel like too much.
I am going to pair you with …
𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐠𝐚𝐬 𝐃. 𝐀𝐜𝐞
【Ｔ𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞】
You would have met Ace in a way that felt almost accidental.
Somewhere open, somewhere warm, somewhere a little chaotic but still comforting. You were probably off to the side, sketching or lost in your own thoughts, emotions running a little deeper than usual.
Ace noticed you because of that.
Not because you were loud, but because you felt like something.
He is very drawn to people with strong emotions, even if they try to hide them. You might have looked a little distant, maybe even overwhelmed, but there was something soft about you that caught his attention.
He approached easily.
“Whatcha drawing?”
Casual. Friendly. No pressure.
You probably got a little flustered, maybe trying to brush it off or downplay it, but Ace does not let things stay surface level for long. He leans in, genuinely interested, asking questions, making you feel seen without even trying.
And that is how it starts.
You get attached to him faster than you expect.
Ace has a way of making people feel safe, and for someone like you, who feels things so deeply and struggles with insecurity, that safety becomes everything.
Your emotional side?
He never shuts it down.
If you cry, he does not make you feel weak. He stays. He listens. He lets you feel everything without rushing you to stop.
“It’s alright. You don’t gotta hold it in.”
He says it softly, like it is the most normal thing in the world.
Your insecurity is something he handles in a very natural way.
He does not give long speeches or overcompensate. He just… treats you like you are already enough.
He compliments you casually.
He notices your art.
He points out things you do without even thinking about it.
“You’re really good at that.”
“You always notice stuff other people miss.”
And slowly, it starts to stick.
Your possessive side?
He finds it cute.
Not in a teasing way, but in a genuine way. He understands attachment more than people think, and as long as it is not controlling, he does not mind being someone you hold onto tightly.
If anything, he reassures you without making it a big deal.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Simple. Honest.
Your creativity is something he loves.
He will sit with you while you draw, sometimes watching, sometimes just laying nearby, completely relaxed. He becomes your biggest supporter without even trying to be.
And he keeps things light when you get too deep in your emotions.
Making you laugh. Distracting you. Pulling you out of your head just enough so you can breathe again.
The relationship is warm, emotional, and full of life.
You feel everything deeply.
He keeps you from drowning in it.
And in return, you give him a kind of softness that he does not get from many people.
