Complete☁️Comfort

Oh, u poor man 💔

Forgot them, and let's dance 💃💐🕺

poor corasan got dolled up for the dance just to end up a wallflower ❤️‍🔥🌸

How dare you make me feel this way, 😳🫣

quicky of butch wifey....

Ace, Sabo and Luffy except they’re in T-shirt’s I think are funny on them

Taking a soft glance at a new world

That smirk will be the end of me

"The D will blow up a storm again"

Gosh darn it, I love these dummies🥹

no matter the fandom I have a 1 dumbass oc quota I need to fulfill or I will explode

💫Ka-ka-KAWAII💫

Marrow the brook fangirl💗✨💀 I frickin love her so much😭😭😭

Also her name isn’t actually Marrow but it isss now😂 (also I got it from a moot on twitter so yeee)

The fact I understand THESE SONGS to the bottom of my soul and can totally comprehend how each matches them to an uncomfortable degree 😅🫠🫣

Ya get me?

I wanna be hugged

&

squished in those tender bits

My most favorite 'tear-jerking makes me smile' song of my youth 🎵 💛 🎵

LUCKY

pairing- MODERN AU! Portgas D. Ace x fem! Reader word count- 4.5k genre- Pure fluff. synopsis- You meet up with your long distance boyfriend Ace during your winter break, little did you know that your date would turn out into a family meeting. note- THERE GOT TO BE AT LEAST ONE UNIVERSE WHERE ACE HAS A HAPPY FAMILY AND THIS IS GOING TO BE IT. Been thinking of this the whole week. Hope y'all like it. It is a little short but yeah :(

The night is hushed, blanketed in a thick layer of snow that glows faintly under the soft silver light of the moon. Snowflakes drift lazily from the sky, catching the glow of distant streetlights, twinkling like tiny stars before settling onto the untouched ground. The air is crisp, carrying a quiet stillness, broken only by the muffled crunch of footsteps pressing into the fresh snow.

Ace walks beside you, his gloved fingers laced through yours, radiating warmth even through the layers. Every now and then, he squeezes your hand, a silent reassurance, a quiet promise. His dark coat is dusted with specks of white, his hair kissed by the falling snow. He glances at you with a small, knowing smile, one that makes your chest tighten in the best way.

You lean into him, your shoulder brushing his as you walk, your movements slow and unhurried. There’s nowhere to be, no rush to escape the cold. The night belongs to you both—the snow-covered streets, the frost-laced trees, the soft crunch of your footsteps in the stillness. It’s peaceful, almost dreamlike, and with Ace beside you, it feels like the kind of moment you wish you could freeze in time.

He tugs you closer, his voice a gentle murmur against the quiet. “You warm enough?” You nod, smiling up at him. “Yeah. You?”

Ace smirks, nudging you playfully. “I’ve got you, don’t I?” giggling you hit him playfully. “Always got something snickering to say, don’t you?” he laughs, his arm now wrapped around your shoulder and keeping you close to himself.

As you walk, your free hand clutches a bouquet of hibiscus flowers, their vibrant petals a striking contrast against the snowy night. The blossoms are slightly chilled from the air, their fragrance faint but lingering—a reminder of the moment Ace had given them to you earlier, when you first saw him again after months apart.

You had spent the last few months oceans away, buried in textbooks and lectures, surrounded by new faces in a city that never quite felt like home. Studying abroad had been a dream—an opportunity you couldn’t pass up—but even in the excitement of it all, there had always been a quiet ache, a longing that settled deep in your chest every time you looked out over unfamiliar streets and realized he wasn’t there.

Late-night study sessions, early morning walks to class, the rush of learning something new—all of it had been fulfilling in its own way. But still, there were moments when you caught yourself staring at your phone, scrolling through old messages, rereading conversations just to hear his voice in your mind. Time zones had been a cruel barrier, turning simple phone calls into carefully planned moments stolen from sleep. Sometimes, you'd wake up to a text from him, something short and teasing, something that made you smile even on the hardest days.

"Don’t forget me while you’re off becoming a genius."

As if you ever could.

Ace notices you glance down at the bouquet, and he smirks, nudging your side. "You still like 'em, right? Or should I have gone with something more dramatic?" You roll your eyes, smiling as you hold the flowers closer. "No, Ace. They're perfect."

His smirk barely visible under the dim glow of the streetlights. “You’re quiet,” he muses, giving your hand a small squeeze. “Not regretting coming back already, are you?”

You roll your eyes, nudging his arm playfully. “Not even close.”

Up ahead, a warm glow spills onto the street from a small, tucked-away bar, its golden light flickering through frosted windows. A neon sign hums faintly above the entrance, casting a soft, inviting glow onto the snow-covered sidewalk. The muffled sounds of laughter and music seep through the walls, a stark contrast to the peaceful stillness outside.

As Ace pushes open the heavy wooden door, a wave of warmth washes over you, melting away the cold that had settled into your bones. The scent of aged wood, whiskey, and something faintly sweet fills the air, wrapping around you like a familiar embrace. The soft hum of conversation mingles with the low strum of a guitar playing in the corner, the sound rich and soothing against the quiet crackle of a fireplace tucked near the back of the room. The bar is small, intimate, the kind of place that feels like a well-kept secret.

As you and Ace weave through the bar, searching for a table, his fingers tighten around yours, halting you mid-step. You glance up at him, confused, only to see his brows furrowed slightly, his mouth parting as if he’s just seen a ghost.

Then, in a tone that’s caught somewhere between disbelief and exasperation, he blurts out, “Mom? Dad? You two here?”

Your head snaps in the direction he’s staring, and sure enough, there they are—Rouge and Roger, comfortably seated at a corner table like they own the place.

Rouge has a delicate glass of wine in hand, looking effortlessly elegant as always, her eyes widening slightly in pleasant surprise. Roger, on the other hand, is mid-sip of his drink—until he hears Ace’s voice. He nearly chokes, coughing into his fist before setting the glass down with a loud thunk. His eyes gleam with unmistakable amusement as he grins.

“Well, if it isn’t my prodigal son!” Roger declares dramatically, throwing his arms out like Ace just walked in on his own surprise party. “Didn’t expect to see you here! What a coincidence.”

Ace squints at him, then at Rouge, then back again at his dad. “Coincidence my ass,” he mutters under his breath. You elbow him lightly in the ribs, shooting him a pointed look. "Don’t be rude!" you whisper, though you’re already fighting the urge to laugh.

Ace sighs, rubbing the back of his neck, but you don’t give him a chance to argue. Instead, you turn to Rouge and Roger with an easy smile. “It’s really nice to see you both again. How have you been?”

Rouge beams at you. “Oh, sweetheart, it’s so good to see you again. How was your travel? Did Ace pick you up on time, or was he late?”

Ace glares. “I was exactly on time.” Roger raises an eyebrow. “Yeah? By your definition or ours?” You snicker, and Ace groans.

Roger waves him off. “C’mon, join us! Unless you’re too cool to have a drink with your old man Ace?” Ace groans louder but doesn’t move, and you can see the internal war playing out in his head. You nudge him playfully. “What’s the matter, Ace?” you’re looking at him as if you’re warning him for his next move.

His eyes narrow at you, then flick toward his father, whose smirk is way too smug, and then at Rouge, who just looks delighted by the whole situation. He sighs, long and suffering.

“…Fine,” he grumbles, already pulling a chair out for you.

As Ace helps you out of your coat, his hands gently guiding you through the process, you glance around, noticing the cozy warmth of the bar settling in as the fire crackles softly nearby. He drapes your coat over the back of the chair with a soft pat, and you let out a relieved sigh at the warmth inside.

Just as you reach down to place the bouquet of hibiscus flowers on the table, your fingers brush against the smooth wood, and that's when you notice something—a smaller bouquet of hibiscus sitting in a delicate glass vase at the center of the table. It's almost identical to yours, but the flowers are just a bit more compact, the petals a little softer, the arrangement slightly more refined.

You glance from her bouquet to your own, then back to Rouge, your lips curving into a surprised smile. “Wait, is that...?”

Rouge’s eyes widen as she follows your gaze, her fingers gently grazing the petals of her bouquet. “Oh my goodness,” she laughs softly, clearly just realizing it. “We have the same flowers!”

You chuckle, nodding. “It seems so. Hibiscus, right?”

Rouge lets out a lighthearted laugh, her eyes glinting with surprise and amusement. “How funny! I didn’t know we shared the same taste in flowers. I guess we both have good taste.” She glances over at you with a teasing smile.

You look down at the bouquets again, still amused by the coincidence, and before you can say anything more, you notice Ace’s expression—a mix of embarrassment and mild frustration, like he’s hoping the world will swallow him up in that very moment.

“Ace,” you begin, raising an eyebrow, “you didn’t tell me hibiscus was your mom’s favorite too?”

Ace groans, rubbing the back of his neck as his eyes flicker to his parents. “I didn’t think it was important.”

Roger can’t help but grin. “Seems like hibiscus are a family favorite, huh? What a coincidence!”

A soft smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you look at him, your heart a little lighter than it was a few moments ago. You hadn’t expected to feel so welcomed, so included in a way that feels real, let alone be called part of their family. The warmth in the room intensifies, and you can’t help but feel at home.

As the evening continues, everything seems to fall into place effortlessly. The conversations flow easily, the laughter never quite stops, and the atmosphere around the table feels like something out of a perfect, cozy memory. You chat with Rouge about travel, exchange stories with Roger about Ace's embarrassing childhood moments, and even manage to get in a little playful banter with Ace—who, despite his groaning and eye-rolling, looks far more at ease than he did when the night began.

You glance around the table at Ace, his parents, and then at the flowers still sitting in the center, symbols of the little, unexpected connections that have tied this evening together. The hibiscus, the teasing, the quiet moments of understanding—everything about tonight feels natural and effortless. It’s a rare kind of peace that you didn’t realize you were missing, but now you can't imagine being anywhere else.

As the night unfolds, a soft, melodic tune fills the bar, just loud enough to complement the gentle hum of conversation. Every so often, the music swells into a tender ballad, and the atmosphere shifts slightly—lightly, but noticeably. People begin to rise from their seats, some hand-in-hand, others alone, drawn by the lure of the music. They make their way to the small dance floor at the far side of the bar, moving gracefully under the dimmed lights.

Even Rouge and Roger, after a few minutes of lighthearted conversation, stand up from their seats, exchanging a look between them. Without a word, Roger extends his hand to Rouge with a playful grin, and she takes it with a laugh, standing gracefully as they make their way to the dance floor. Their movements are slow, in perfect rhythm with the music, and there’s something undeniably sweet about the way they hold each other, their laughter mingling with the soft melody.

“They’re pretty good at this,” you comment with a soft chuckle, nodding toward the dance floor.

Ace smirks, leaning back in his chair. “Yeah, they’ve been at it for years.”

“You know,” he begins, his voice low but thoughtful, “I think they’ve got something pretty special.” He leans back in his chair, his arms relaxed at his sides. “They’ve been together forever, but they still act like it’s their first dance.”

You glance at him, surprised by the depth of his words. There’s no teasing in his tone, no joking around—just a quiet appreciation. “I didn’t expect you to be so... sentimental about it,” you say, teasing him lightly.

Ace chuckles, but it’s warm, genuine. “I guess I’ve got more of that in me than I let on.” He shrugs, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I’ve seen how they are together, and I don’t think it’s cheesy at all. They’ve been through everything together, and they still make each other laugh like it’s the first time. That’s... rare.”

You smile, your gaze shifting back to Roger and Rouge, who are lost in each other on the dance floor. “I agree. There’s something really beautiful about it.” You glance back at Ace. “It’s nice to see them still so in love after all these years.”

Ace nods, a thoughtful look crossing his face as he watches his parents move together. “Yeah. They’ve got this connection. It’s not just the dancing—it’s everything. It’s how they care about each other, how they don’t need to say much to understand. It’s real, you know?”

There’s a quiet sincerity in his voice, and you can tell he genuinely admires that bond between them. “I can see why you’d want that for yourself,” you say softly, studying him closely now.

Ace looks at you, a little surprised, and then gives a small, almost shy smile. “I want that too, you know? Someone who gets it. I feel pretty lucky. Lucky that I found someone like you. I never thought I’d find someone who gets me, who makes me feel... like I can picture a future. Someone who makes everything feel a little more real.”

Your heart skips a beat, and you feel the warmth of his words settle in your chest. You try to hide the soft smile tugging at your lips, not wanting to seem too caught off guard, but his words hit you in a way you weren’t expecting.

“I’m glad I met you too, Ace,” you say softly, your voice filled with sincerity as you meet his gaze. “I never thought I’d be sitting here, feeling like this. But I’m glad we ended up here.”

The smile that spreads across his face is everything you’ve come to love about him—the way he can make everything feel just a little bit lighter, even when things are deep and serious. “Guess we’ve both got our luck, huh?”

And then, just as the thought of a future together feels more real than ever, the music shifts. A familiar melody fills the space between you, the opening chords of “Lucky” by Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat playing softly in the background.

You freeze for just a moment, eyes widening as you recognize the song. It’s the one you and Ace had both joked about being “your song” after a long, lazy afternoon spent listening to it together and realizing how the song matches with your ‘long distance’ situation at the moment.

Ace stands slowly, his hand extending toward you, his eyes full of affection and something a little deeper. “Would you dance with me?”

You blink, taken aback for a second by the sincerity in his request. But when you look into his eyes, you see the invitation isn’t just for a dance. It’s a moment, a small gesture that means so much more. You take his hand, standing up with a smile that matches his.

“I’d love to.”

Do you hear me? I'm talking to you

Across the water across the deep blue ocean

Under the open sky, oh my, baby, I'm trying

Ace pulls you close, guiding you toward the small dance floor where a few couples are still swaying to the music. His movements are steady and sure as he wraps his arm around you, his other hand holding yours gently but firmly. You both fall into a natural rhythm, as if the song had always been written for this moment, for the two of you.

Boy, I hear you in my dreams

I feel your whisper across the sea

I keep you with me in my heart

You make it easier when life gets hard

Your body naturally presses closer to his, the warmth between you building with every movement. You let yourself relax into him, your head resting lightly against his chest. You can hear his heartbeat beneath your ear, steady and calming, as the music flows around you both. His hand on your waist shifts slightly, guiding you in small circles as the song drifts on, and you find yourself smiling without even realizing it. Everything about the moment feels right—like the music was made for you, and this dance was meant to happen.

Ace’s thumb lightly brushes the back of your hand, and you rest your cheek against his chest again, feeling the warmth of his body. The song lingers in the air, and without thinking, the two of you begin to softly hum the next lyrics together, your voices blending effortlessly, like you’ve both known them by heart for a long time.

“Lucky I’m in love with my best friend…”

The words fall easily from your lips, the familiarity of the lyrics mixing with the quiet comfort of his presence. You can feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under your cheek as he hums along, his voice low and gentle.

“Lucky to have been where I have been…”

Ace’s voice flows with yours, the sound soft, but full of sincerity. His hand on your back pulls you just a little closer, the simple gesture making your heart flutter in your chest.

“Lucky to be coming home again…”

Ace shifts slightly, his lips brushing against your temple in a soft, lingering kiss. It’s sweet, warm, and just a little shy, like he’s trying to capture the moment and hold onto it forever. As the music continues to play, the quiet intimacy between you both feels like it’s building—subtle, gentle, but undeniable. You pull back just slightly to meet his eyes, the connection between you both as strong as ever.

There’s a brief silence between you, an understanding that this moment is yours. Ace smiles, his gaze soft and affectionate, and before you can fully process what’s happening, he leans in, his lips brushing yours in a gentle, fleeting kiss.

It’s a soft peck, almost like a promise—a quiet declaration of everything that’s been shared, everything that’s to come. The kiss is over almost as soon as it begins, but the warmth of it lingers, the feeling of his lips against yours staying with you in the air long after he pulls back.

They don't know how long it takes

Waiting for a love like this

Every time we say goodbye

I wish we had one more kiss

I'll wait for you, I promise you, I will

Just as you’re beginning to lose yourself in the warmth of the dance, a sudden shift in movement jolts you both—nothing harsh, but a light bump, as if the space around you has suddenly tightened.

You glance up just in time to see Ace and you, inadvertently stepping into the path of Roger and Rouge, who are also gliding across the dance floor, the two of them lost in their own rhythm. For a moment, the dance floor becomes a little chaotic—an accidental tangle of feet, a brief shuffle—but then, without missing a beat, both couples laugh lightly.

Ace, ever the quick thinker, grins at his parents. “Looks like we’re all a little too into this, huh?” he says with a chuckle. Before you can react, the smoothness of the moment takes over. Roger, grinning at you, offers a hand, and Ace extends his to Rouge with a teasing but affectionate smile. With an effortless grace, you both exchange partners.

After a few moments, Rouge leans in slightly, her voice low but warm, a soft teasing tone lacing her words. “So, tell me, Ace, how’s Y/N doing? You two seem pretty cozy tonight,” she says, her eyes flicking toward you and Roger as you both share a light moment on the side of the dance floor.

“Mom, really?” he asks with a laugh, but there’s no real hesitation. He knows she means well, and after everything, he’s grown used to her playful nudges.

Rouge smiles even wider, her voice soft but filled with affection as she continues, “Oh, come on. I’ve seen the way you look at her. You’ve been looking at her like she’s the only person in the room.”

“She is, Mom,” he admits quietly, his voice full of affection.

Meanwhile as you’re guided across the dance floor by Roger, you can’t help but feel the slight awkwardness of the moment. The music is still flowing smoothly, but there’s something a bit off-kilter as you try to keep in time with his steps. Unlike Ace, who is already taller than you, Roger towers over you, his even much taller frame making it a bit of a challenge to find your rhythm together.

You tilt your head back just to meet his eyes, his smile warm but slightly amused at the awkwardness of the situation. “You good?” he asks, his voice low, clearly sensing the struggle as you try to adjust to the difference in height.

You let out a small, self-conscious laugh, trying to adjust your stance. “It’s just… you’re a lot taller than Ace,” you explain, your feet not quite syncing with his longer stride. Roger chuckles softly. “As long as you don’t break my toes, we’re good.”

As the song nears its end, you glance over at Ace, who’s watching you with a soft smile from across the room. Roger notices and gently guides you to a stop. “I think he’s ready to take you back,” he says with a teasing grin.

You laugh and nod. “Yeah, he’s been waiting.”

With a final thank you to Roger, you make your way back to Ace, and the moment you’re in his arms again, it feels like everything clicks into place. His embrace is warm, familiar, and comforting.

I'm lucky we're in love in every way

Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed

Lucky to be coming home someday

As the song finishes, Ace pulls you back in, then leads you to your table. He pulls out your chair before sitting down beside you, his hand resting gently on your shoulder.

"Thank you for the dance, my lady" he says with a soft smile.

You smile back, your voice quiet. "Thank you!"

After a while, the four of you decide to leave the cozy warmth of the bar. As you step outside, the crisp air hits you, and the gentle snowfall makes everything feel serene and peaceful. The snowflakes swirl around, creating a soft, glittering blanket on the streets. Ace pulls his jacket tighter around him as he looks at you with a grin.

“Ready to brave the snow?” he asks, his voice full of warmth despite the chill in the air.

You smile, nodding as you both join Rouge and Roger, starting the walk back home. The snow crunches beneath your boots as you make your way down the quiet, snowy streets. There’s a quiet, comfortable energy between all of you, the sound of laughter and light conversation blending with the soft whistling of the wind.

Ace’s hand finds yours in the quiet night, pulling you just a little closer as the four of you walk together, heading home through the calm, snow-covered world.

As you and Rouge chat, walking side by side through the soft snow, the quiet evening feeling peaceful, you feel Ace’s hand slip from yours. You glance over just in time to see him lower himself down, scooping up a handful of snow, his playful grin spreading across his face.

Before you can react, he packs the snow into a perfect snowball and tosses it, hitting you gently on the shoulder.

“Hey!” you exclaim, laughing as you shake the snow off, your heart racing from the surprise. “That’s how it’s gonna be?”

Ace’s grin only widens, and he takes a step back, raising his hands in mock surrender. “What? I thought you’d like a little snowball fight.”

With a playful smile, you turn to Rouge, holding out the bouquet of hibiscus that Ace had given you earlier. “Here,” you say, handing it to her. “I’ll be right back.”

Rouge takes the flowers, a warm smile on her face. “Go get him.”

Without missing a beat, you scoop up a handful of snow, packing it into a snowball, and take off running toward Ace, who’s still laughing, clearly unprepared for your sudden move. You race toward him, the snow crunching beneath your feet, your heart pounding in excitement.

“You’re not getting away with this!” you call, launching the snowball straight at him.

Ace barely has time to react before the snowball hits him square in the chest. He stumbles back a little, wide-eyed and laughing. “Oh, it’s on now!”

You flash a grin, already ready to dodge his return fire, as the two of you fall back into your playful snowball fight, laughter filling the crisp air around you.

As you run toward Ace, snowball in hand, ready to get your playful revenge, you don't expect him to suddenly open his arms wide. Before you know it, he’s caught you in the middle of your sprint, pulling you toward him with a swift motion.

“Gotcha!” he laughs, his arms wrapping around you as he yanks you both backward, falling into a thick layer of snow on the ground.

The soft snow cushions your fall, and you both land with a light thud, snow surrounding you. For a moment, you’re both caught in a burst of laughter, the cold air mixing with the warmth of the fun. Ace's arms are still wrapped tightly around you, both of you half-buried in the snow, but neither of you mind.

Both of you are rolling around in the snow, laughing uncontrollably as Ace tries to tickle you, and you scramble to push him off, though you're both too caught up in the moment to care about the cold. Snowflakes fall around you as you two tumble, your laughter filling the air, soft and carefree. Ace is sitting up, wiping snow from his jacket, when you notice the look in his eyes—mischief mixed with something more tender.

"Maybe in another universe, we're pirates sailing the seas together and never separated from each other" he says out of nowhere.

You pause for a moment, your breath catching in the cold air, and before he can say anything, you lean down toward him, your hands gently pushing away a stray snowflake from his cheek.

"Shut up with your conspirative ideas ,hotshot"

Without another word, you press a soft kiss to his lips, the snow around you almost feeling like a blur as the world narrows down to just the two of you.

From a short distance away, Roger and Rouge watch the scene unfold, a quiet smile on both of their faces. They exchange a look, seeing the happiness and lightheartedness between you two.

Roger chuckles softly. “Eh, young love…” he says, his voice filled with warmth as he watches the young couple enjoying the moment. “Stop talking like a grandpa, and let’s leave” Rouge spats playfully at him, holding his arm and walking away.

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