Zoro x Fem Reader - Shadow Lady

~ 1 - Backstory ~

All your life you've been living poorly, but happily. Your dad wasn't the most talkative person, and he didn't show emotions at all. Your remember one time, when your younger brother was sitting on your mother's lap, and your sister was imitating the rude grandma in the store. Everyone was bursting out of laugh, your dad only had a small smile. He's always been like that, cold. If someone said anything to him, he would simply tell them to mind their own bussines, very nice of the family member, right? No matter how cold he was and how rough he is, you loved him with your whole heart. Your mother, however, was scared of him.

When you dad was at the work or out with his friends, your mother and your siblings would often talk how did they meet. You would never guess your dad could be a lover man, it just doesn't suit him. He would meet with your mom back in days, and tell her how beautifull she is. They didn't have much back in time when they started to form family, they didn't have anything actually. Just a small house. No matter what they loved each other. But as ages passed by, he became like a stranger, sometimes you wonder if he's emotionless. Your uncle died, and all he said was a small "tch" you heard from him. He was hurt, but was he scared to show emotions? Nobody knew. He started gambling. Everytime he would come home late, your mother was always worrying about him. She would fire the candles in the house and wait for him, sitting on a chair and sleeping. When he comes home late and sees that, he gets mad. He would tell her to never wait for him, you knew he felt guilty and embarrassed. He didn't want your mother to know that he feels embarrassed and guilty, so he told her that the neighbours would think that somebody died and that she need to go sleeping. Your mother could never argue with him, one glare from him and you could feel your skin shiver. He would never beat you and your siblings up, only a slap In the face, but when he slaps, he slaps for good.
Your father had been going in the bar more and more often, it became his daily routine. One time he came back from the bar and your mother noticed his stuff were missing. She wanted to argue and stop him, but his personality didn't let her.
After days passed and months, your mother was always crying and praying that her husband stops gambling and comes home safe, like the days were before he started doing that. It never stopped.
Untill your dad came home late in the night as usual, looking pale. Everyone was sleeping except for you. You were watching him from the distance, he's sitting on a chair holding his palms on the face, like he did something so bad. You ignored it and went back to bed. As you layed in bed, thinking about your father and mother, you felt eyes on you. Too scared to turn around and look at what was staring at you, your siblings and your mother, you just layed in bed thight. You knew it was your father staring. Before he left the room he said "I'm sorry, for everything." And you turned around quietly to look at his back. After he said that he got the gun out of his pocket and walked away closing the door.
Immediately you woke your mother. Your mother left the room as fast as possible after hearing what happened, and you chased after her. Minutes later, your mother and father are standing beside each other infront of the house.

Your father was pointing a gun to his head. "D-darling.. don't" your mother said. "This is the only option... I gambled everything" your father said. "I-it doesn't matter... As long as we have each other... Your our family, we can't lose you!" Your mother cried. "You don't understand.. I gambled everything, the house, the clothes, and.." he paused. "And..?" Your mother asked, wanting him to continue the sentence, worrying for him. "And I gambled... You and our kids. There is no escape to this... It's over" he pulled the trigger, and blood spat everywhere. Your mother stands alone, blood covering her clothes and face, looking at her now dead husband. The shock on her face is drawn. She would never think that he would do it. You felt a cold breeze. You hear nothing except the wind making wushh sound. The person you loved, you family member, killed himself Infront of your eyes. Your mother slowly picked the gun up, holding it in her hands and looking at its details. She points the gun to her head. "M-mom.. s-stop" you said quietly. "Y/n" she turned around. As she turned around you saw an expression on her face that can't be described, regret, anger, sadness are scribbled all over her face. "Protect them for me.." she said and pulled the trigger.
In shock you stand beside your dead father and mother. You picked the gun up and stared at it covered in your relatives blood. You throw it on the floor and began stomping it. As you stomped it you began bawling your eyes out and screaming for your parents. Your siblings rushed from the house hearing you scream. No longer after they cried their eyes out. Whatever happened, you thought that atleast your siblings are safe with you. You picked them up and put them on the bed in the house. Your hand still covered in blood, you've been patting your siblings heads, singing a lullaby for them too sleep. Telling them that this is just a dream and that tomorrow you will wake up and do your daily routine, cooking them pancakes for breakfast. The little noises stopped as you make them fall asleep. They are still young and innocent. 'Mother.. if you just didn't meet our father...' you thought.